Consequences (Holes 3), Part 2: Groundwork
Title: Consequences (Holes 3) (2/?)
Sequel to Holes and Both Sides of the Wall (Though I summarize the previous stories in part 1 of this story.)
Holes Series Chapter List
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Charlie Eppes/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie has given NSA Agent José Daniels the program he promised, and José comes to Charlie's office to express his thoughts.
Part 2: Groundwork
Charlie prepares himself for use. / José's anger is inflamed.
Word Count: 1679
Notes/Warnings: Rough sex, hate sex
Part 2: Groundwork
A sound at the door to his office and Charlie opened his eyes. Would it be a student with some stupid question, that he'd have to send away?
No, there was no deferential knock. Only a sharp turning of the door handle and the door swinging open.
He turned to look and there was Daniels. He loomed large in the suddenly small office. His tall frame and wide shoulders in his dark suit took up space, but it was more the seething anger on his perfectly symmetrical face.
Charlie blinked.
And dropped his eyes.
And began to tremble in excitement.
Daniels was obviously not here to make nice.
He heard Daniels shutting and locking the office door. Then the sound of something being wedged under the door to make it extra secure.
Stepping closer, Daniels grabbed Charlie's hair and yanked up his head.
"Are there recording devices in this room?" Daniels snarled.
Charlie shook his head 'No.'
Daniels' large hand tightened in Charlie's hair. "If you're lying…"
"Only my cellphone," Charlie gasped. "It's over there."
Daniels released Charlie with a jerk and went to Charlie's desk. There Daniels found Charlie's phone, powered it off, and put it in a drawer. Daniels then prowled around Charlie's office, checking shelves and corners that might hold a camera. Charlie watched him, staying as still as he could, though his body wanted to lean towards Daniels like a moth to flame.
Finally, Daniels was satisfied. He returned to Charlie, grabbed his hair again, and shoved Charlie to his knees. He rubbed Charlie's face against his crotch and Charlie could feel through the cloth that Daniels was already erect. Charlie didn't lift his hands or otherwise touch Daniels. Holding Charlie's head tight, Daniels ground Charlie's face against his crotch, making it hard to breathe. Charlie wanted to lick the bulge, but he kept his mouth closed and sipped in air where he could.
"You fucking did it," Daniels growled. "You did it. I should…"
Charlie wanted to ask if that meant his program worked, but he didn't respond. Daniels' cock was a hot firm shape against Charlie's cheek. If Daniels wanted to hump Charlie's face while swearing at him, that would be far better than nothing.
Daniels pushed him away, then started to unbuckle his belt. Charlie's mouth began to drool. Daniels unzipped his suit pants, pushed down his underwear, and wrestled out his cock. Charlie was pleased to see it was as perfect as he remembered - large, dusky, uncut. He wanted to take it into his mouth immediately but waited until Daniels grabbed Charlie's head and drove that cock into Charlie's mouth.
Then pulled it out and drove it in again, harder.
And again and again.
Charlie relaxed his jaw, flattened his tongue, and welcomed that stabbing cock in.
He was forced to put his hands on Daniel's strong legs to balance himself, but Daniels didn't seem to notice. Daniels switched from stabbing to shoving his cock deep into Charlie's mouth, jamming it against the back of Charlie's mouth, gagging him repeatedly.
Charlie whimpered involuntarily with arousal. His body was on fire and all he wanted was more and harder and more.
"Damn you…" Daniels said hoarsely. He shoved Charlie back, then stood there, staring down at him, his jutting-out cock wet with saliva.
When it didn't look like Daniels was going to say or do more, Charlie swallowed and asked softly, "Did the program work?"
Daniels gave a harsh laugh. He cleared a space on Charlie's desk, then pointed to it. "Pants down and bend over."
Charlie scrambled to comply. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his underwear and pants to his ankles. He saw Daniels starting to push his pants down. Charlie faced the desk and bent over.
Then waited, trembling, for Daniels' first searing touch.
Because he was still tracking him, José had known Eppes was in his office at CalSci, and unless Eppes' schedule had changed, he would be alone. When José felt he had himself somewhat under control, he opened the office door and swung it wide.
Eppes was standing there, leaning slightly against his desk, and dammit if José's body didn't heat up even more at the sight.
José stared at him and Eppes flushed.
Then Eppes dropped his eyes and waited.
Knowing what he did about Eppes now, and the level of José's undimmed hatred, that little gesture of deference was like gasoline on José's raging fire.
José forced himself to turn and shut the door, then lock it and jam the doorframe shut.
He didn't need any accidental witnesses to what was about to happen.
Two steps and José was grabbing Eppes' hair and yanking his face up to look at him.
"Are there recording devices in this room?" José demanded. The last thing he needed to do was give Eppes more blackmail material.
Eppes' eyes were wide but he shook his head no.
José pulled Eppes' head back harder. "If you're lying…"
"Only my cellphone," Eppes gasped. "It's over there."
José let go of Eppes and found the cellphone. He powered it off and hid it in a desk drawer, so no camera or sound recording would be functional. But there could be other recording devices. Professor Eppes was extremely valuable, not the least to the NSA, and José wouldn't put it past his colleagues to have a surveillance device in here to keep tabs on their prized asset.
Reaching into his pocket, José flicked on a sniffer that would buzz if any signal was being transmitted. He searched the room methodically but didn't see anything. The sniffer also stayed silent.
Apparently the only NSA agent currently tracking Eppes was José himself.
José turned back to Eppes who had been silently watching. Eppes looked uncertain and José felt a shiver of satisfaction at that.
José stepped closer to Eppes, grabbed his head and shoved downwards. Eppes immediately dropped to his knees. José put both his hands on the back of Eppes' head and pushed Eppes' face into his groin. He rubbed his already firm cock against Eppes' face, burying Eppes' face in the fabric of his suit pants. It had to be hard to breathe but Eppes didn't complain.
José almost wanted Eppes to complain, so he could shove Eppes' face in harder. The memory of what had driven José to come here today returned in a hot flush.
"You fucking did it," José growled. Eppes had destroyed him so easily, it was pathetic. The hate and anger filled him. "You did it. I should…"
José shook his head. Words were nothing. Eppes needed to be shown how José felt.
José released Eppes' head and began to unbuckle his belt. Eppes looked eager, but there would be no glory hole wall protecting Eppes this time. José unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down far enough to pull out his cock. It was hard and getting harder with the way Eppes' mouth was open and ready.
He grabbed Eppes' head and drove that cock straight into Eppes' open mouth. He bit back a groan at how good it felt to stab into Eppes' mouth like that. He'd been needing to do this ever since he saw what Eppes' program had turned up.
He pulled out and drove in again, his cock jamming against Eppes' tongue. He tilted Eppes' head up and drove in again, this time going deeper. He drove in again and again and again. He wanted to yell at Eppes, swear at him, but he let his driving cock do the talking.
When it looked like Eppes was getting too comfortable with that, José switched to staying inside Eppes' mouth and hammering against the back of Eppes' mouth. He loved the sound of Eppes gagging repeatedly.
Eppes whimpered, a sound of deep excitement. His hands were braced against José's legs and his eyes were closed in pleasure.
José wanted to punish Eppes but all he was doing was what Eppes wanted.
José shoved Eppes away. "Damn you…"
Eppes blinked up at him, his eyes huge with arousal. José wanted his cock back in that mouth, he wanted to choke Eppes with his cum, and Eppes would love it. Maybe the worst thing to do to Eppes was to stop now.
Eppes licked his lips and asked softly, "Did the program work?"
José laughed harshly. If the program hadn't worked, hadn't worked far too well, he wouldn't be here. All of the anger and hate rushed back into José and he knew he couldn't stop.
He turned to Eppes' desk and shoved papers aside, then pointed to the desk and snapped, "Pants down and bend over."
Eppes hurried to stand and get his pants undone and pushed down to his ankles. José pushed his own pants down to his thighs.
Eppes leaned over the desk and braced himself. José immediately flashed back to the days when he only fucked that ass through the glory hole. He remembered the first time he saw Eppes' hairy ass pushed against the hole. It had made José's mouth water, especially after having Eppes in the NSA office earlier that day, being fawned over by José's boss.
If José's boss only knew about the program that José now concealed from her…
José's career would be over.
And that would be the right thing to do. Because José was keeping for himself something that would help many other agents.
When Eppes had offered to make him a superstar, José had scoffed. He wasn't interested in a raise, promotion, his own field office. He'd thought he just needed to be free of Eppes' influence, that if he could just go back to before he'd met Eppes, that José would be happy. He had thought that there wasn't anything that Eppes could offer him other than sex.
It turned out that José had a price after all.
Eppes' little program had paid it.
The hate and disgust rose in his throat and threatened to choke him.
And there was Eppes, bent over and naked, waiting for him to express himself.