Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 16: Grabbing the moment
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (16/?)
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 16: Grabbing the moment
José has an unexpected reaction to seeing Charlie again.
Word Count: 1020
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 16: Grabbing the moment -
José was walking down the hallway in his office building in the fugue that had become normal for him, when he heard a familiar voice.
"Brown?"
José froze. It was the voice that haunted his dreams, though usually screaming and sobbing math equations. He turned around to see Eppes, standing in the doorway of his boss's office, staring at him.
"Brown? It is you…" Eppes said, his eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"
"Brown?" José asked, failing to sound casual. "What's brown?"
Eppes moved a little closer. He had a briefcase hanging from one arm and was clutching a stack of folders to his chest. José had sat on that chest while he shot his cum over Eppes' face and into his waiting mouth.
"Um, Brown, that's the name I gave you."
José frowned. "What name?" Brown? Was that supposed to be some sort of comment about him being Hispanic?
Eppes moved another step closer and lowered his voice. "Brown, for your brown eyes. I didn't see much else for a long time." He smiled and his voice dropped to a murmur. "I couldn't exactly call you 'Mr. Nice Cock.'"
José's body, damn it, pulsed awake. He tried to keep his voice calm. "Why would you call me…?"
"Because it is," Eppes said with a shy smile. "And not just what you do with it."
José stared at him. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but…"
"Your chin. And your ears," Eppes said. "Ears are very distinctive."
José saw that over Eppes' shoulder, José's boss was looking at them curiously. José cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. "Certainly, Dr. Eppes, I'd love to talk about how your equations can help my work. Shall we find a quiet conference room?"
Eppes blinked, then nodded quickly. He looked at the badge that José had clipped to his belt. "Certainly, Agent… Daniels."
José put on a smile and waved for Eppes to go in front of him down the hall. His eyes went to Eppes' back and ass. He had whipped that back into shreds, plundered that ass until it was red. José's cock grew hard in his pants.
"Right up there on the left," José said, directing Eppes to one of the many small rooms designed for meeting with consultants.
Eppes went into the room and José followed, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Then they stared at each other.
"You're not going to pretend that you don't recognize me," Eppes said.
José gave a small shake of his head.
"And that you know who I am."
"Yes."
"Did you always know?"
José looked at him, and his body was trembling, his throat felt tight. This was the moment. He didn't know when he woke up today that this was his last day at the NSA. He knew it was coming, though. He'd been wondering what he would feel like.
"Yes, I always knew," José said.
"But…"
If this was his last day… José reached out and took the pile of folders away from Eppes' slack hands. He put the folders on the small table and followed it with Eppes' briefcase. He turned back to Eppes, to find him standing there, his mouth slightly open. That mouth that had sucked his cock so many times…
José slid one hand over Eppes' cheek and into his hair. His hair was soft, the curls familiar to José's fingers though he hadn't touch Eppes' hair more than a couple of times. Eppes was staring up at him, looking surprised or confused or…
Emotions surged up in José - fear, anger, hate. Always hate. Before he'd met this man, José had been happy with his job, satisfied with his marriage, comfortable with his sexuality. Now his job would be gone, his marriage was fading, and all he wanted was this man, and the intense, sick orgasms he gave him.
José's hand tightened in Eppes' hair, and he pulled downwards. Eppes stiffened for a brief second, then dropped to his knees. He began to fumble with José's fly. José glanced back at the door, checking that it was locked, then he batted Eppes' hands away and began to unbuckle his belt.
José opened his suit pants and shoved them down to his thighs. His cock sprang out, already hard. Eppes made a small sound and took the cock into his mouth.
José groaned and buried both hands in Eppes' hair. Eppes sucked and stroked and pulled on his balls and it felt good, but they both knew that it was just the preliminaries. José shuffled forward, backing Eppes up until Eppes' feet were hitting the wall. José stepped forward once more, his feet on each side of Eppes' knees, until Eppes was bent back over his knees, his head against the wall. Then José began to rock his pelvis.
Eppes immediately let go of his cock and gripped José's legs with both hands. José held on to Eppes' head and began to thrust into his mouth. Soon the familiar noises filled the room - the wet suck and the soft gags and the ragged breaths through Eppes' nose.
José groaned and closed his eyes. It had been a very long four months since he'd last done this. This was the last time he was going to get this particular perversion and he wished he had a cock ring to make it last.
Eppes' mouth opened wider, welcomed him in and he thrust harder.
He wanted to yank Eppes up, pull down his pants, and take him hard over the table, but more than that he wanted this - Eppes on his knees, José's cock stabbing into his mouth. This was how it had all started and it was fitting that it end this way. He was going to shoot his cum down Eppes' throat, choke him with it, how he'd always wanted.
Afterwards didn't matter. Anything past Eppes taking his cock deep didn't matter. His world could come tumbling down, his life could be at an end, but none of that mattered.
With Eppes, it never had.