Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall, Part 19: Struggling for Control
Title: Holes 2: Both Sides of the Wall (19/20)
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 19: Struggling for Control
José finds a trap has closed over him.
Word Count: 1517
Notes/Warnings: Anonymous sex, rough sex, BDSM
Beta: Yes, thanks.
Part 19: Struggling for Control -
José stepped back from Eppes, his legs wobbly, and put his clothing back in order. He looked at Eppes, who was still leaning against the wall. José swallowed hard a few times, trying to come back from the red haze headspace that sex with Eppes always put him in. He watched Eppes unfold himself and take off his used condom.
"I thought you were a con man," José said at last. "I thought you were running a scam on the Agency."
Eppes blinked at him, looking like he was also having trouble coming back to reality.
"I followed you to the club, where I believed you were meeting a contact to buy or sell intelligence. I… interfered, and continued to interfere until we went to the room and I realized that you were a legitimate Agency resource. There was no need for further contact after that."
Eppes slowly zipped up his pants and stood up. "You… interfered. That's what you call it?"
José nodded, hoping that he looked calm and detached, like he'd seen the best undercover agents look.
"How did you know when I'd be at the club?" Eppes asked.
"I have a tracker on your car."
Eppes stared at him and José hid an internal wince. He should have said 'had' a tracker, instead of letting Eppes know that he was still tracking him.
"That's a serious violation of privacy," Eppes said.
"I apologize for that. Only trying to protect the Agency."
"Your boss is a good actor, I never knew she…"
"She doesn't know," José interrupted. "It was a… personal mission."
"And your mission was just to unmask me as a con man?" Eppes asked. "Nothing more?"
José's eyes went to Eppes' mouth, to that mouth that did such things to him, then his eyes swept lower, thinking of Eppes' slim, welcoming ass.
He managed a smile. "There were fringe benefits. But that's in the past."
Eppes held up his recently used condom. "It is?"
"Yes," José said firmly. "Force of habit."
"Oh?" Eppes said, stepping closer. "Is that all it is? You wouldn't care if you never have me again?"
"Yes," José lied.
Smirking, Eppes dropped his condom in the trash and went over to the table. Facing it, he leaned over, spread his legs, and looked over his shoulder. Arousal slammed through José. His cock throbbed into life as he remembered just how that ass felt.
"Stop it," José said hoarsely.
"Make me," Eppes said, pushing his ass out.
José struggled to regain control. Anger fed his desire for Eppes and he pushed that anger back. "We should go talk to my boss now," he snapped.
"Why?"
José glared at him. No one could be that oblivious. "So you can complain about my invasion of your privacy, of course." And get him fired.
Eppes turned around and looked at José. A sly look came into his eyes. It was the sort of sly, calculating look that José had been expecting to see from the beginning, the look of a con man.
José tensed.
"Your boss considers me a valuable asset," Eppes said. "I doubt she'd appreciate you harassing me."
José clenched his jaw and waited.
"If you… If we continue…" Eppes' eyes swept down José's body then back up to his face. "I wouldn't need to talk to her."
A wave of hot and cold flashed over him, leaving him shaking and nauseous. "You're going to blackmail me?"
Eppes grimaced. "I wouldn't…"
"For sex? You're going to hold my job hostage unless I have sex with you? For how long?"
"I… I would… It wouldn't have to be that way," Eppes stammered. He stepped minutely closer to José. "I know you like it."
José snarled, "Still blackmail, coercion."
"No, I…" Eppes moved a tiny bit closer. "I could make you a trade… What is your job, what do you do?"
José stepped back and clenched his hands into fists. "I'm married."
Eppes blinked at him. "That didn't bother you before."
"Yes, it did," José snapped. "I just put it aside for the sake of the Agency."
"Then do it again," Eppes said, scooting closer again. "I can help the Agency, I can help you with your job, whatever it is. I can be your personal analyst, anything you want."
José pinned him with a glare, and through his clenched jaw he said, "I'm a linguist." He would have left it at that but he had a sudden desire to impress the arrogant bastard. "I have native fluency in eight languages, high fluency in 10 more, and can be understood in 28 other languages and hundreds of related dialects."
"Oh, you…"
"I read communications, go undercover when there's a language expert needed. If someone can't understand a mixed language communication, they send it to me. I specialize in pidgins and creoles, which is a shared language that comes about when two language groups interact." Studying dialects and creoles was his life's passion, and the NSA was perfectly willing to support him while he collected and cataloged them. The NSA always wanted to be able to interpret any communication. Until he had met Eppes, he had been happy with his job, fulfilled and satisfied.
Eppes was staring at him, and José wasn't sure if he looked impressed or not.
Eppes said, "That's a tough one, but I can help."
"What?"
"I can make you a superstar," Eppes said. "I can give you tools that your coworkers would die for. What do you want? A raise? A promotion? Your own field office?"
"What I want," José ground out, "is my life back, before I met you."
"Oh," Eppes said. "I can't do that. I haven't invented time travel yet." He lowered his chin and looked up at José through his lashes, something that someone had probably told him was appealing. "I can make the current situation very pleasant, though."
"What, sex with you?" José snapped.
"Yes," Eppes said. "As often and in any way you want it."
"And if I don't want it?"
Eppes continued, as if he didn't hear. "We can do it anywhere, like we've just demonstrated, but maybe the room at the club sometimes?"
José stared at him. "You want to go back there? After what I…?"
"Oh, yes," Eppes said. "But maybe just for special occasions."
José's stomach twisted as he remembered what had happened in that room - but at the same time, his cock throbbed. "A special occasion, like when you have a case to solve? Or math to do? Do you ever not have math to do?"
"Just for really important math," Eppes said. "When we, the room… I had a huge breakthrough, saved a little boy and…" He flushed.
"Got famous," José said darkly.
Eppes looked surprised that he knew, but said, "Yes, that too."
"Good for you," he sneered.
Eppes nodded. "So maybe if you give me your cell number, I could just let you know…"
"When you need your sex slave to come running?"
Eppes had the grace to look ashamed. But not ashamed enough.
José grabbed Eppes' shirt and slammed him against the wall. He held him there while he snarled out his phone number. He knew Eppes would remember it. "You better really need me, when you call, because I will make you pay."
This close, José could see Eppes' eyes grow dark with arousal. Eppes' mouth hung open and José could only think of his cock, driving into that mouth.
"God, I hate you," José growled.
He pressed Eppes against the wall, and drove his tongue into that mouth. Eppes held onto him, as José plundered his mouth like he'd done just a moment ago with his cock. Eppes opened wider, his own mouth passive as he eagerly accepted José's assault. José's cock was already hardening and he knew that he could shove Eppes to his knees and take his mouth all over again. Or tear down Eppes' pants and take him hard over the table.
With an enraged growl, José stepped away from the wall and released Eppes. The other man collapsed against the wall, barely staying upright.
"Go…" José said harshly.
Eppes visibly gulped and struggled to get from the wall. He slowly gathered together his folders and briefcase.
"I'll g-get to work right away on some algorithms," Eppes stammered. "I will help you with your job, you'll see…"
"Get out!" José snarled.
Eppes clutched his folders to his chest and fled the room.
José slammed the door closed behind him and pressed his forehead against the door. His whole body was shaking. With adrenaline, with anger, with arousal. He imagined Eppes rushing down the hall, out of the NSA office, but now holding an invisible leash whose end was wrapped around José's throat.
Eppes thought that he had José in his power because he could get José fired from his job. But that leash had nothing to do with keeping his job, and everything to do with Eppes on his knees, his mouth open, whimpering in his desire for José's cock.
God help him if Eppes ever figured it out.