Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 8: Enjoying the Flow
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (8/?)
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 8: Enjoying the Flow
Charlie appreciates what the man he calls Brown can do for him.
Word Count: 505
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 8: Enjoying the Flow -
Charlie went to Amita's that night, apologizing for being late, and Amita forgave him as she always did. He managed to avoid kissing her much, since his mouth was still sore. She teased him that she'd get out those lacy panties again next time, and he pretended to be excited.
With a huge sense of relief, Charlie wrapped up his case at the NSA. He hoped he'd never have to see that fawning agent again. He went back to working on projects for the FBI, other agencies, and his own math. Whenever his life got too frustrating and his mind got too cluttered, he would head to the club. Whether it was day or night, Brown was there, and his needs were met fast and thoroughly. Charlie began to relax and succeed like he never had before. The math flowed and he made progress on P vs. NP for the first time in years.
His family noticed it, but Charlie certainly couldn't tell them why. He made up something about fluctuating states of flow and intuition and they bought it. Amita noticed, and he let her tacitly take credit for it. It didn't matter if she thought her constant attempts to remake him into a better boyfriend were finally paying off. He did find that he was more patient with her demands, because she wasn't able to foul his math for long. Only long enough for him to get to the club.
In moments of quiet, Charlie sometimes wondered why Brown fulfilled his needs so well. It wasn't the force of Brown's fucking or the way he left Charlie's mouth or ass bruised and sore. Charlie had tried BDSM before, but it didn't really work for him. He didn't like pain and discomfort - at least when it was administered deliberately, with an end in mind. A good Dom cared about his sub's pleasure, kept track of his sub's reactions, carefully managed the sub's pain levels. Charlie didn't like the attention. If he could do glory holes without the other man looking through the hole at him, he would. He wanted to be just a mouth to the other man, as the man was just a cock to him. Though he liked it when Brown looked…
A month and a half passed since he'd first shared a wall with Brown. He'd met him a total of eighteen times, regularly alternating fucking and blowjobs. Brown never said anything more to him and Charlie never asked more questions. Brown seemed to continue to enjoy his orgasms with Charlie, and Charlie got all he ever needed from Brown. Things might have continued in that pleasant state indefinitely if Don hadn't pulled him in on a particularly difficult case. A little boy's life was at stake and Charlie needed to do math that hadn't been invented yet. He needed his mind clearer than it had ever been before. He needed Brown, but not just how they had been meeting.
He needed to up the stakes.