Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 17: Struggling to make sense
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (17/?)
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 17: Struggling to make sense
Charlie finds the man he's been looking for in a place he never expected.
Word Count: 2187
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 17: Struggling to make sense --
Charlie supposed that it was inevitable he would have to go back to the NSA office eventually. Whenever he worked for an agency or organization, they would find out how useful math could be, and suddenly Charlie would be the only mathematician in the world. He'd worked with the NSA many times before and they particularly liked his high security clearance. But did it have to be this woman again? Yes, she was head of the local field office and Charlie had been quite helpful last time, but her fawning and condescension were the worst possible combination. In retrospect, he shouldn't have been so helpful last time but he couldn't help going where the math took him.
And he didn't even have Brown to help him deal with it any more.
It had been four months since that intense, life-altering encounter. It had sustained him for a long time, but Charlie had lately been feeling the drive again to visit a glory hole. Amita had been coming back around, no doubt realizing that she had overplayed her hand before, and that being the girlfriend of a famous mathematician was better than nothing.
Charlie needed a glory hole, but he couldn't stand the idea of going back to the club. Because he knew that Brown wouldn't be on the other side of that wall. Brown's no-show on the one time he'd gone back spoke loud and clear that he was done with Charlie. Charlie didn't know if it was because of what had happened - whether it had been too good or too bad or just too weird - or if Brown had just grown tired of him. Charlie could find another hole, go through his old routine of working his way through many anonymous cocks to get that release, but… Perhaps Brown had spoiled him for that.
Charlie could track him down, even if he did know very little about him other than a physical description (except the upper half of his face) and his place of employment. But what if Brown wouldn't do it again? What if Charlie found him and Brown wasn't interested in giving Charlie what he needed, that no one but Brown had ever done as well? That would be worse than never finding him.
Charlie hefted his briefcase and went into the NSA office. He gritted his teeth through the meeting, but at least he could tell her that his math wasn't really relevant to this case. He wasn't a magician, after all, and sometimes solving a case just took old-fashioned investigative work. He thought he was getting her to realize this - when she handed him an armful of files to just 'look at and see if his amazing talent could aid her in any way.' It took a great deal to smile and accept the files with grace, then turn to flee the office.
A man was passing by in the hall, and Charlie's body recognized him first. He began to sweat and had an instant erection. His brain slowly caught up with the impossibility of Brown being here, at the NSA, and he opened his mouth.
"Brown?"
The man turned to look at him, and there was a flash of shock and recognition in his eyes before his expression turned mildly quizzical.
"Brown?" Charlie asked again with more certainty. He'd know that chin anywhere, those wide shoulders, that tall, strong body. "It is you… What are you doing here?"
"Brown?" The man responded, sounding irritated. "What's brown?"
Charlie winced internally. He'd thought of him as 'Brown' for so long that he'd forgotten that it wasn't his real name. "Um, Brown, that's the name I gave you."
The man frowned. "What name?"
Clutching the files to his chest, Charlie moved a little closer to the man and lowered his voice. This was not going at all well. "Brown, for your brown eyes." What would be the right thing to say so that the man wouldn't turn and walk away and vanish again? Charlie decided on a reminder of their time together. "I didn't see much else for a long time." He found himself smiling at the absurdity of the situation. "I couldn't exactly call you 'Mr. Nice Cock.'"
The man sucked in his breath. "Why would you call me…?" His voice was low and angry.
"Because it is," Charlie said, feeling his body warm with remembrance. "And not just what you do with it." Charlie didn't know if this was the right tactic, but he didn't have any other ideas.
The man stared at him, his attractive face reddening. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but…"
"Your chin," Charlie said firmly. "And your ears. Ears are very distinctive." And your mouth, your hands, the sharp look in your eyes…
The man looked over Charlie's shoulder, and Charlie was abruptly reminded where they were.
The man cleared his throat and said, in a voice pitched to carry into the office behind Charlie, "Certainly, Dr. Eppes, I'd love to talk about how your equations can help my work. Shall we find a quiet conference room?"
A cold flush swamped Charlie. The man knew who he was. Maybe had always known. The rest of what he'd said penetrated and Charlie nodded curtly. A quiet conference room would definitely be a good idea. He had a few things to say to this man that neither of them wanted anyone else to hear. Struggling to regain his footing, Charlie looked for the man's badge on his belt, where it had to be worn by every agent. It said, 'Agent José Daniels.'
"Certainly, Agent Daniels," Charlie said with a forced smile.
The man-Daniels gave him a smile back that was just as forced and gestured for him to go in front of him down the hall.
Charlie complied with the gesture, trying to walk normally with the maelstrom of anger, confusion, and embarrassment roiling inside him. Brown-Daniels was an NSA agent?
It occurred to him that the first time he met Daniels was after he'd started working the case for this NSA office. Daniels had followed him, followed him to his club and into his booth…
Charlie's cock grew hard at the memory of what Daniels had done to him that time, and ever time after that. Why would this NSA agent do that? Was it just that he'd liked it?
"Right up there on the left," Daniels said coolly.
Charlie followed his instructions without hesitation or complaint, like he always did. Daniels followed him into the small interview room. He shut the door and locked it.
Then turned to look at Charlie.
They stared at each other. What was going on here? Daniels obviously knew who he was, he'd called him by name.
"You're not going to pretend you don't recognize me," Charlie said at last. Daniels had certainly looked through the hole at him often enough, and Charlie hadn't worn his mask in the room.
Daniels shook his head silently.
"And that you know who I am."
"Yes."
Charlie shivered at Daniel's flat, curt tone of voice. That voice had haunted his dreams. Though it was usually swearing hoarsely.
Charlie pressed forward. "Did you always know?"
"Yes."
"But…" Charlie was stupefied. Hadn't a big part of the appeal of Brown been the anonymity of the interaction? That Brown didn't know or care who he was? Now he'd found out that Brown knew all along who he was. Perhaps his Brown was just an illusion, now shattered by this knowledge. At least he still had his breakthrough, no matter how much it was created by illusion.
Daniels continued to look at him silently and Charlie had no idea what was going on behind those dark eyes.
Daniels reached out and took the stack of folders from Charlie's hands. Surprised, Charlie didn't resist as Daniels put the folders and Charlie's briefcase on the small table next to them. Then Daniels surprised Charlie again by reaching out and touching his cheek.
Tenderness? Charlie didn't want tenderness. Was Daniels now going to say something romantic? Daniels' hand slid into Charlie's hair. For a brief beat, Charlie was sure he was going to kiss him.
Then Daniels' hand tightened, and he pulled downwards.
Charlie's pulse shot up. How dare he? How dare this man who…?
But Charlie's body reacted automatically. He dropped to his knees. Right in front of him was Daniels' groin and the bulge of his covered cock. Charlie had no idea what was going on here, but he did know he wanted that cock again.
He reached out and began to unbuckle Daniels' pants. Daniels' pushed his hands aside and unbuckled it himself. He opened his suit pants, pushed them down his thighs, and exposed his full, ready cock.
Charlie whimpered, overwhelmed with desire for that cock, and took it into his mouth. He sucked and stroked and his own cock grew hard in his pants. Daniels stepped forward and Charlie leaned back, until Daniels was standing on both sides of Charlie and Charlie was bent backwards, his head against the wall.
Daniel gave the familiar warning rock of his pelvis, and Charlie eagerly let go of Daniels' cock and grabbed hold of his legs. Daniels grabbed onto Charlie's head with both hands and began to thrust into his mouth.
The jab into his mouth was everything that Charlie remembered, even after so long. It felt good and hard and like nothing had changed.
Well, nothing had changed for Daniels - he'd always known who Charlie was and he'd always fucked his mouth like this. Could it be that the anonymity wasn't what made this so good?
Charlie held on as Daniels thrust between his lips. It wasn't nearly as deep as when Charlie had been positioned on the bed, but Charlie's head was imprisoned against the wall so every thrust was felt to its fullest.
Daniels groaned above him. Charlie hoped that he wouldn't come soon. He wanted this to last and last, since he had no idea what would happen afterwards.
Charlie's own cock was throbbing in his pants. Not moving his head, he reached down and fumbled his cock out. He knew from experience that he needed to get a condom out or else he'd leave a mess that couldn't always be explained. He tried to reach over to the table where his briefcase was.
Stopping, Daniels pulled back. "What are you doing?" he snapped.
"I just…" Charlie scooted over and grabbed his briefcase. He dug around and found a condom.
Daniels' eyes narrowed and he growled softly.
That sound went straight to Charlie's cock. Daniels wanted to come in Charlie's mouth almost as much as Charlie wanted him to. "It's for me!" he stammered. Opening the condom, he quickly slipped it over his cock, then went back to his position against the wall.
Leaning back, he opened his mouth.
Daniels looked at him for a long moment, those dark eyes drilling into him. Charlie opened his mouth wider in mute appeal.
Daniels growled again, and Charlie whimpered, his body wanting to strain towards Daniels, but he forced himself to stay in position.
At last, Daniels straddled Charlie's body again, grabbing hold of his head, and pushed his cock into Charlie's waiting mouth. He immediately began thrusting again. Charlie ignored his own cock and held to Daniels' legs. Daniels thrust deep and hard and Charlie wished he were on that bed once more, Daniels' cock driving down his throat. Charlie thought briefly about asking if Daniels wanted to fuck him over the table, but what Charlie really wanted was for Daniels to be in his mouth when he came. Daniels had shot his cum into Charlie's mouth from a few inches away, but Charlie wanted to feel that throb on his tongue, feel the hot spurt hit the back of his throat.
The room was filled with the sounds of harsh breathing, wet suction, small grunts, even the soft thud of Charlie's head as it rattled against the wall. There was no wall in between them to stop Daniel's full strength powering into Charlie's mouth and it was as good as it had ever been.
Charlie tasted pre-cum. Daniels thrust faster and his hands tightened painfully in Charlie's hair. Charlie held on as Daniels slammed into him, over and over until finally there was the pulse and cum shot down his throat. Charlie swallowed eagerly, pulling Daniels' cock deeper his throat and the sharp, salty liquid burned its way down.
He reached down to his own cock and, with a few short strokes, came. The orgasm thundered out of him, and he realized he hadn't had one since Daniels had fucked him. He whimpered around Daniels' cock, his whole body shaking, and the hand that wasn't on his cock dug its fingers into Daniels' leg.
Daniels continued to slam into his mouth for a long time, until his cock finally went soft. He straightened up, stared down at Charlie, and punctuated the moment, just like he had so long ago, with a fervently whispered, "Fuck."