Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 10: Upping the Stakes
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (10/?)
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 10: Upping the Stakes
Charlie brings them out of their safe little booths, to a room where he has no protection and no understanding of the man with him.
Word Count: 2390
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 10: Upping the Stakes -
It felt strange to sit down on the stool with his clothes on, but Charlie did, knowing that it wouldn't be long. The receptionist had to call Brown as soon as Charlie walked into the booth, because Brown was always there before anyone else. It felt strange to be wanted in this way. Charlie was used to being desired for his talents, even lusted after for his fame and boyish looks, but Brown certainly didn't like him. Brown didn't care about him at all. Charlie was just a good way for Brown to get off. That was exactly what Charlie liked best about him. Brown took the callous, self-serving nature of the glory hole to a new level, and it was everything that Charlie needed.
It had been everything that he needed. With this new case, with the math he needed to invent, he needed more.
He heard the door open on the other side of the wall and he took a deep breath.
"What's this?" Brown demanded.
"I, uh…" Charlie forced himself to raise his eyes to meet Brown's. After having kept his eyes away from meeting the other man's for so long, it felt like an electric shock to lock gazes with them. Brown looked surprised and angry. Charlie swallowed, he couldn't afford to lose Brown. "We can…we can stay here if you want, but I was wondering…if you, uh, wanted to get a private room."
Brown stared at him and Charlie automatically spread his knees under Brown's gaze.
"Why?" Brown snapped.
"I just… thought it might be f-fun," Charlie stammered. He struggled not to beg. "I wondered what it would be like."
Brown continued to stare at him, and Charlie tried to counter any difficulties Brown might raise. "I could pay for it," he offered. "A room."
Brown just looked at him and Charlie's stomach dropped. Brown had no interested in changing what was working for him.
Charlie looked at the floor. "Or we can do here, if you want, like usual."
"A room sounds good," Brown said, his voice dark and full of promise. "I'd like that a lot."
Charlie's pulse jumped and he looked back up.
There was a wolfish smile on Brown's face. "But don't expect me to keep going easy on you."
Charlie's pulse shot through the roof and his cock gave a big throb. "Okay," he said hoarsely. "Meet me outside?"
Brown's face disappeared from the hole and Charlie heard him open the booth door. Charlie stood up and fumbled the door to his booth open. He wiped his hands on his pants and went out of the booth.
Brown was standing there, and Charlie got his first good look at him. His brown eyes, piercing through his black facemask, and his strong chin were recognizable, but the rest had no familiarity - a strange feeling when they'd had sex eighteen times already. He was tall, Latino, with thick dark hair, wide shoulders and large hands. He was wearing tan khakis and a dark blue polo shirt. It was the sort of understated semi-uniform outfit that a man would wear who worked at a sex club.
Charlie grimaced. "I didn't think, we have to be careful that your boss doesn't figure this out."
Brown's eyes narrowed. "My boss?"
"Yeah, though I know they usually look the other way when you're 'on break'. Maybe I should just go get a catalog from the front and we can look at it together."
Brown gave him a short nod.
Charlie turned and hurried up to the front lobby. The receptionist looked surprised to see him. "Everything alright, sir?"
"I, uh, I thought I might…" Charlie said. "Do you have a catalog or something for private rooms?"
The receptionist gave him a wide smile and slid a brochure over to him. He opened it up and saw that it contained pictures and a price sheet. He hoped he had enough cash on him. Otherwise, he was going to have to use a credit card and the last thing he wanted was a paper trail to this place.
The memory of the FBI case with the missing little boy and the math Charlie need to do came back to him. Possible future embarrassment paled in comparison to the urgency of the situation. He could hardly ask Brown to wait for him to run to the ATM.
He took the brochure back to where Brown was waiting. He handed it to Brown with a shy, "Pick whatever you want."
Brown's eyebrows went up, but took the price sheet and looked it over. Charlie tried not to look hungrily at Brown's body, but he couldn't help it. Brown was approximately seven inches taller than Charlie, his shoulders wide, the rest of his body in perfect proportion. He radiated strength and confidence and Charlie couldn't wait to have him use Charlie's body without any barriers.
After a long moment, when Charlie thought that Brown was going to back out altogether, Brown said, "Room 14."
Charlie took back the price sheet, located #14, gulped, and nodded. His cock gave an approving throb. He went back to the front desk and paid for the room with his credit card. He took the key from the receptionist and she transferred his phone to the box for Room 14. He wondered why she didn't transfer Brown's, then remembered that his phone was probably back in the club's office.
He went back down the hall, and held up the key to Brown. Brown nodded and headed to another hallway. Charlie followed him, since he obviously knew where he was going.
Brown unlocked the door and waved for Charlie to go inside. Charlie stepped through the door and gulped again.
It was a mixed-use BDSM dungeon, a huge room with straps and tools hanging on hooks around the walls and a large bed in the center of the room. He'd been in such rooms before, but only with men that he knew would look out for him. He had no such illusions about Brown and that made his mouth go dry and his cock harden.
Charlie saw a shelf in the corner that looked like it was for clothing. He went over to the corner and began undressing. He put his clothes on the shelf. Turning back around, he saw that Brown was still standing just inside the door, watching him. Was he not supposed to take his clothes off? Was Brown the Dom here and he the sub? The rules for glory holes were so much easier.
"Mask, too," Brown said at last.
Charlie put his hand up to his face to see that he was still wearing the club's standard facemask. He took it off and put it on top of his clothes. Brown had seen him without his mask before, though usually only with cum covering his face.
Brown walked over to him, then stood looking down at him. Charlie dropped his eyes, wishing that he knew what he was supposed to do.
Finally, Brown cleared his throat, causing Charlie to look up, then Brown gestured at the shelf that Charlie was blocking.
Charlie flushed and moved a couple of feet away.
Shyly, he watched Brown undress. His body that was revealed was just as perfect as it had looked clothed. Even his body hair was just the right amount in just the right places. There was strength in his arms and ass and legs and Charlie remembered how it felt to have that body power into him. This time there was not going to be any wall in the way.
Brown turned towards him, his cock already standing stiffly away from his body. He was still wearing his mask.
Brown reached out for him, and for a second, Charlie thought he was going to kiss him. Instead, Brown grabbed his shoulders and pushed downwards. Charlie quickly complied, getting to his knees. He was happy that Brown had ignored the box of condoms and his lovely cock was bare. Charlie took that cock into his mouth, as he had so many times, and began to suck and fondle it. With his spare hand, he braced himself against Brown's leg. Brown's hands dug into his hair.
Charlie bobbed up and down for a moment, then Brown's hands tightened in his hair and held his head in place. He began to fuck Charlie's mouth. It was rough and hard and normally it would be wonderful, but not today. This wasn't going to get him what he needed.
He made a noise and pushed against Brown's legs. Brown let him go. Charlie sat back on his heels and looked up Brown's body to his unreadable face.
"It's not enough," Charlie said softly.
Brown didn't reply and Charlie rushed to explain. "You help me - the hole helps me - with my math. You help me a lot."
"I what?" Brown said, sounding startled.
Charlie stood up carefully and moved a little away from Brown. He'd already used his credit card here, he'd already removed his mask. Since Brown worked here, he could get access to that card info and easily find out who he was. "I'm a mathematician," Charlie said. "I work on important math to help… the police."
Brown eyed him silently. Charlie wished he could ask Brown to take off his mask so he could see his expressions, but Brown would quite reasonably refuse.
Charlie continued, "Normally what we do is enough, it really helps, but I… I need more today, a lot more. The math I need to do has never been done before and a little boy's life depends on it."
Brown looked at him for a long moment, then his lips curved into savage smile. "Then let's give you a lot more."
Charlie smiled in relief and started to say something else, but Brown grabbed his shoulder, turned him to face the big bed, and gave him a hard shove.
"On the bed," Brown snapped. "On your back."
Nodding, Charlie went to the bed, lying down on his back in the middle of the bed. Brown followed behind him and picked up restraints that were attached by chains to the legs of the bed. He snapped one around each ankle, around each wrist, then tightened them until Charlie was stretched out spread-eagled on the bed. Brown climbed over Charlie's body until he was kneeling above Charlie's head. He grabbed two fistfuls of Charlie's hair, raised his head, and shoved his cock between Charlie's lips. He jabbed into Charlie's mouth, his cock battering the roof of Charlie's mouth. Charlie flexed his arms and legs, trying to emphasize the feeling of the restraints, but…
"No," Brown agreed. "Not enough."
Getting off the bed, Brown contemplated the various supplies in the room. In one corner was a set of hard foam wedges in different shapes and sizes. He went over to the pile and got a wide, 2" high wedge. He stuffed the wedge under Charlie's shoulders, pulling the wrist restraints tight. He kept pushing it until the edge went under Charlie's neck, causing Charlie's head to drop back with his chin pointing into the air.
Kneeling on the bed again but this time facing Charlie's body, Brown slid his cock between Charlie's lips. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed on each side of Charlie's chest, and began thrusting into Charlie's mouth. His cock pushed in much deeper, driving into Charlie's opened up throat. Charlie struggled to breathe and his eyes were watering. His body began to relax, focus in on Brown, and his mind began to relax as well. The potential energy promised by Brown's strong body was being released into Charlie and his untouched cock was aching.
Brown's thrusts triggered Charlie's gag reflex over and over and finally it was too much. Charlie's stomach heaved and bile came surging up around Brown's cock. Charlie jerked his head from side to side until Brown pulled out. Charlie turned his head and spit, coughing and gagging. His body shuddered. It was a good thing that he'd forgotten to eat yet today. Brown got up from the bed and got a towel. He wiped down his leg that had gotten vomit on it. He wiped down the bed from the puddle of vomit but, with a cruel smile, didn't wipe Charlie's face. He tossed the towel aside and looked at Charlie.
Charlie was thrilled by this casual disregard for him. He spit one more time, took a deep breath, then moved his head back into position and opened his mouth. Brown gave a dark, low laugh and climbed back onto the bed.
Brown's cock droved deep into Charlie's throat again. Charlie felt light-headed and nauseous as Brown used him harder than anyone ever had before. Charlie's body was throbbing and his mind was floating. There were spots floating before his eyes, but the spots were numbers and they combined and moved.
Abruptly, Brown jerked out of his mouth. He scrambled off the bed, grabbed Charlie's hair so that he was forced to lift his head, and yanked the wedge out from underneath Charlie's shoulders. He climbed back onto the bed and sat on Charlie's chest. Grabbing a fistful of Charlie's hair, he raised Charlie's head.
"Open your mouth," Brown snapped.
Charlie opened his mouth eagerly. Brown had never come in his mouth, just on his face, and Charlie wanted it. Brown took his free hand and roughly stroked his own cock. He groaned and cum sprayed out of his cock into Charlie's mouth, over his lips, onto his face. Charlie opened his mouth wider and Brown continued to shoot ropes of cum.
Brown pushed his messy cock into Charlie's mouth then rubbed the head over Charlie's face, smearing cum and vomit. He pushed the cock against Charlie's face until it began to soften.
Finally he let go of Charlie's hair and Charlie's head thumped back to the bed. Charlie's body was trembling, his untouched cock was pounding, and he felt the numbers gathering on the edges of his vision. So close, so close, but even if he could stroke himself off now…
The numbers began to retreat.
Brown smiled down at him - and that smile made the numbers pause and Charlie's pulse jump with hope.
"Time for you to turn over."