Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 6: Asking Questions
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (6/?)
Chapter List
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Charlie Eppes/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie has very particular needs - and unexpectedly finds someone who meets them. He has no idea that the other man has dark motives of his own.
[ Direct sequel to Holes]
Part 6: Asking Questions
Charlie realizes that he is being followed.
Word Count: 1466
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 6: Asking Questions-
Charlie hurried into the club. If the receptionist was surprised to see him so soon, she didn't show it. She gave him the key to a booth - 3A this time - and took his phone with her usual smile.
Charlie stripped down then sat trembling on his stool. He didn't have time to be here - his students had been particularly demanding after class and he was supposed to be at Amita's ten minutes ago. He needed this to be quick, but God did he need it. His students, the other facility, everyone today seemed to treat him with the mixture of amusement and adoration that most infuriated him. If he went to Amita's right now, she might try to have meaningful and 'helpful' conversations and that would be worst of all.
Even though he'd been hoping for it, Charlie jumped with the door to the booth next to him opened quickly. He spread his knees and turned his head away to let the other man look him over. He hoped that it would be a blowjob today. His ass was still a little tender. Odds were that it would be a blowjob or maybe a hand job, though hand jobs were never very satisfying.
He heard the man move away from the hole but not leave. A good sign. Charlie turned his eyes to the hole, waiting for the signal, and trying not to fidget. The other man seemed to be taking his time removing his clothes, and Charlie ground his teeth.
Finally, a finger appeared at the hole and Charlie's pulse increased. It might be his repeat customer's finger. It didn't not look like it. He put his own finger through then put a regular condom through. He got down on his knees on the cushion and waited for the cock. When it pushed through, Charlie's pulse rocketed. It was the gorgeous cock of the man from the last two days.
Charlie's mouth watered and he wanted to take that cock into his mouth immediately, but he held back.
"Are you following me?" Charlie demanded quietly.
"No, I…" came the deep voice from the other side of the wall. "Well, actually yes."
"What?"
"I work here," the man explained. "And I asked Sar-the receptionist if she could let me know when you come in and I just take my break then. It's officially frowned on but it's an unofficial perk of the job, a big one. Everyone does it. If someone comes in that you like the look of, you find out what they're doing and if you want to join in, you 'take your break.' Everyone covers for each other when they're on break."
"Oh" was all Charlie could think of to say. So the man had liked the look of Charlie. Even with his clothes on, before he knew what Charlie was into. Charlie wasn't sure if that made him more or less comfortable about the situation.
Still, that cock was waiting for him and he took it into his mouth while he debated. This man - no, he needed a name, but not his real name, that would an undesirable escalation. Charlie decided to call him Brown, for his brown eyes. So Brown had liked how Charlie had looked enough to find out if he was going into an area of the club that matched his preferences. Was that a bad thing? Their preferences obviously matched up well or Brown wouldn't have sought him out a second and third time. He sucked and stroked Brown's balls automatically.
Then he felt Brown shift and his cock began pushing into Charlie's mouth. Charlie let go of his balls and took a grip on the wall handles because he knew - or hoped he knew - what was coming next.
Brown didn't disappoint. As soon as Charlie let go of his balls, Brown began to thrust hard into Charlie's mouth. Charlie loosened his jaw muscles and took Brown as deep as he could manage. He kept his face as close to the wall as possible and relished the way Brown's cock stabbed into his mouth, not caring about Charlie's gagging or ragged breathing. All debate quickly faded from his mind.
He held on as that cock plundered his mouth. He could feel the foreskin moving back and forth under the condom. He wanted more. He pulled back, leaving the cock jabbing the air.
Quickly, Charlie said, "If you want to, I could take off the condom. Just don't come in my mouth."
That last part was said pro forma, because Charlie would actually like Brown to come in his mouth, but Brown worked here and that was a huge emphasis in this club.
"Okay," Brown said huskily.
Charlie peeled off the condom, revealing that gorgeous, well-formed cock. He took it back into his mouth, loving the taste of latex-free skin. Brown began driving into his mouth again and Charlie enjoyed feeling the foreskin rub against the roof of his mouth, letting the head slip in and out. He'd like to get his tongue involved, tease under that roll of skin, but it was all he could do to keep his tongue flat and his throat open.
Charlie was so focused on Brown's cock that he forgot his own. His day was burning away with each thrust, like the cock was powering away the scum. Charlie's cock throbbed painfully and he belatedly freed one hand to stroke it.
Brown's thrusts lengthened, driving deeper down Charlie's throat. Charlie heard Brown bang against the wall with each deep thrust. Charlie tasted the sharp acidity of vomit as Brown triggered his gag reflex over and over. Charlie struggled to get any air through his nose between thrusts. His jaw ached and his whole body trembled and his hand could barely keep hold of the hand grip.
It was glorious.
The cock yanked out of his mouth, then pushed up against his face and began to slam into him. Charlie let go of his own cock and grabbed this one, fastening his mouth on the base of the foreskin. He felt the cock pulse and hot cum sprayed across his forehead. He'd hadn't gotten a chance to take his mask off and cum dripped over and under the mask. He let go of the handgrip with his other hand, swiped some of that cum and wrapped his messy hand around his own cock. Three thrusts and he was coming in his hand, while Brown still jammed his cock against his face.
He held on to both cocks while they spurted and throbbed. Finally, Brown slowed and his cock pushed almost gently against Charlie's face. Charlie kept his hands wrapped around both cocks until Brown eventually pulled away. Charlie let him go reluctantly.
He sat back, working his jaw back and forth, and closed his eyes. He heard Brown lean down and look through the hole. This time there was no whispered epithets, just the sound of harsh breathing. Charlie waited, eyes closed while the other man looked him over. Charlie had no idea what Brown saw when he looked at him, but he obviously liked it, or else he wouldn't keep coming back. Charlie loved the fact that when Brown looked at him, he didn't see a genius or a professor but just a man with cum on his face. A man who had, by all indications, just given him an intense orgasm.
Finally, Charlie heard Brown move away from the hole. He got shakily to his feet and started to clean up. Brown never seemed in a rush to get back to his job, or he just liked to enjoy the afterglow for a moment. For Charlie, the afterglow was later, when he stood in front of his chalkboards and the math came smooth and unblocked.
He was about to wipe off his hand from the mingled cum when he paused. He looked back at the hole, making sure Brown wasn't watching, then took a long lick of the cum. He imagined he could taste the difference between his and Brown's cum and smiled to himself. He wiped his hand the rest of the way off on the towel and got dressed. He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to anyone for a few hours because his mouth felt battered. He smiled again and got ready to leave.
"Until next time," Brown said from the other side of the wall.
"Y-yes…" Charlie stammered and his spent body heated up at the thought. Maybe next time Brown would fuck him again, or another blowjob would be good. He loved the way Brown did both. He felt sore and empty, ready for the math to flow in.
"Until next time," Charlie whispered and let himself out of his booth.