Coming Out
Title: Coming Out
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Coop
Note: Sort of a follow up to Sex Before Love, but can be read as a stand alone.
"Hey, Coop," Charlie's voice breaks the silence. You tilt your head, and slide an eye open, silently waiting for him to continue
It's one of those lazy Saturdays, the ones you secretly love, because although you can never tire of fucking Charlie, sometimes its nice to just lay next to Charlie, and soak him up.
"I was thinking," He began, as you propped yourself up on your side, and covertly sneak an arm across his torso, while your mouth edges closer to his ear. Teeth itching to take a nibble.
"Yeah," You breathe into his ear, and he shudders. You feel your dick harden, nothin' beats lazy Saturday afternoon sex. You move your hand down, trailing fingertips through coarse hair. Right as your hand is almost to its goal, he stills it with his hand.
"Wait, first, there's something I need to say," there's something in his voice, something you don't like, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. Frantically, you try to remember if you screwed up somehow, sure there's the whole not saying aloud that you love him, but you thought for sure that he understood.
A brush of his hand against your cheek, sooths your racing mind. You twist your neck, capturing his fingers in your mouth. Charlie loves to have his fingers suck, and you just love to suck.
He curls up next to you, and speaks into your chest, "I was thinking about telling Don, about ya know," he looks up eyes hopeful as he locks yours, "us."
"I mean we've been," he falters, as if afraid to say the wrong thing.
"Lovers," you offer quietly.
His eyes shine, he surges upwards giving you a quick kiss.
"Yeah," his voice is soft.
"We've been lovers," he bites his lip to stop from smiling, "for two months, and I think its time my dad and Don know. I hate keeping secrets from them, and I just," he stops, you know him so well, and what Charlie needs is acceptance for who he is.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Knowing Charlie, he probably had a whole speech prepared, that sited sources and such.
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"Thank you," you whisper, swinging a leg over Coop, you lightly scratch his head
Coop reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do anything for you."
You press your face into his palm, kissing it. "I love you."
"Come here," he tugs you down on to his chest, closing your eyes you bury your face into his neck.
He shifts, and your positions are switched.
He makes love to you slowly, preparing you with care, and sliding in effortlessly, maximizing your pleasure. This is the kind of sex, you've grown to love.
When you and Coop first started fucking, that was it was, just sex. You still love to fuck: the sweet burn of being taken fast and hard, the look on Coop's face as you ride his cock, and toys, you love toys. But making love, is amazing, it's fluid and it feels like your falling into water, being completely submersed by love.
Afterwards, Coop tosses the condom into the trash, and lies on top of you. You love the weight of him on you, surrounding you, you feel protected and loved.
Tomorrow, you'll tell Dad and Don. Tomorrow, You drift off.
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You pace up and down the apartment. He's telling them today. He insisted upon doing it himself. Damn it. The plan was that he would tell his Dad than Don, then all of you would eat Sunday dinner together. That was the plan. Charlie also said that he's call as soon as he told them. Dinner's at 7, you check your watch 5:34.
Your thumb, finds it way into your mouth, and you begin gnawing on the nail, before you realize what you're doing. Shit, and you were growing them out too. Wow, that was probably the gayest thing you'd ever thought. But Charlie likes nails, loves to have them trailing over his nipples, or dug into his back, so that they leave red crescent moons there.
Footsteps coming down the hallway. You pause and wait, not breathing. They pass by your door. Fuck. You dig your fingers into your scalp, looking at the floor. Maybe they took it badly, maybe they made Charlie swear he'd never see you again. Maybe…Footsteps. You look up.
Shuffling at the door, keys trying to find the lock. You hear muttering, and then what sounds like a fist hitting wood. You sprint to the door, fingers unlocking and yanking the door. He's slumped against the far wall.
You move forwards, you mouth is dry. His hair is loose and covers his face, his hand is barely holding onto a set of keys.
"Ch...Charlie?" You gently lift his chin. Aw, shit. His eye are dull and glazed with tears, his breaths are deep and shallow. You guide him into the apartment, kicking the door shut. Bed or couch. Bed, you can hold him. You lead him into the bedroom, remove his pants, and over shirt, and tuck him into bed. Quickly, you strip as well, down to your wifebeater and boxers. You climb in next to him, folding your body about his.
You kiss his hairline, you're going to fucking kill Don.
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Earlier…
You can do this, come on, seriously, there is nothing to be nervous about. You take a deep breath and knocked on Don's door. Dad had taken the news well, it had helped that he already knew you were bisexual.
You grin, Tommy Tucker, you taught him math, he taught you about cock-sucking, and your dad walked in on his lesson.
You don't think your Dad ever told anyone about that incident, maybe Mom, but certainly not Don.
Don's your big brother, and a part of you is still that kid who always looked up to him, and you want his approval as well.
Don opens the door. "Hey Charlie, come in." He gestures. A tie hangs about his neck.
"Got plan for tonight?" You ask, pointing at the tie.
"Um, yeah," you follow him as he goes into the bathroom, "you remember Kate?"
You don't but you nod anyways.
"Yeah, gonna take her to the movies, than swing by the house for Sunday Dinner."
"Cool, cool, um, there's something I need to tell you, and its kind of important."
Don's eyes lock on to yours through the mirror. "Yeah?" He loops the tie over.
"Um, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I just don't know really how to tell you, and the thing is ," You lean against the doorframe.
"God, Charlie, just spit it out." The knot's finished. "What is it you a fag or something?" He gives a little laugh.
"Yeah, Don, that's right…I'm with Coop."
"Stop joking around, I'm going to be late." Don pulls the tie tight.
"I'm not joking, completely serious, we've been," You struggle for the right word, "…together, for about two months now."
"Come on, there's no way you and Coop are fags, what is this some kind of lets screw with Don, because I'm really not in the mood, ok? It's been a shity week. And I don't need my brother and my best friend screwing around.
"Well that's what we've been doing, pretty much ever day."
"God, Charlie, I don't wanna hear that." Don passes by you.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because Coop loves a good joke, trust me, for ten years I put up with his practical jokes, and this time he's got my brother pretending to be a fag for a laugh. I'm not biting, he just wants to see me all worked up."
"I'm not pretending, ok."
"Fine, your gay, but there's no way Coop is, he'd never fall for a fag." You can tell he doesn’t really think you're gay.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because a. Coop wants kids, b. he could never get enough pussy, and c. I shared too many hotel room with him. Plus, he's told me what he likes, and its not dick."
"So, you're saying that because he never hit on you, that means he not gay."
"Charlie, you're pissing me off ok, so just drop it." Don turned around.
"He's uncut," you say to his back, and it goes rigid. "he likes to suck on fingers, and he gets off on dirty talk."
"What. The. Fuck."
"Two months, Don, two months."
"No, I am not hearing this, what about Anita? She's always around."
"Are you kidding? The only reason she hangs around is because she wants into your pants."
"Seriously?" He shakes his head. "There's no way I have a fag for a brother and a best friend."
"Then I guess you don't have a brother." Saying those words was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, you pivot, and walk calmly out of the apartment, you make it to the elevator in Coop's complex, before it all sinks in.
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"And then he said that there wasn't anyway he had a fag for a brother and a best friend, and I told him he didn’t have a brother." You weave your fingers through Charlie's curls, and he presses his face into your torso.
"Everything'll be find, trust me?"
He looks up and nods.
"Good." You ease him towards you by his neck, and place a kiss on his lips.
He returns the kiss, deepening it. You lick at his lips, asking for entrance, he smiles against your mouth, and you slip your tongue in. You roll over on to him, kissing him harder. His fingers pull you closer, until ever inch of you is on him, touching him.
Your cocks kiss between two layers of cotton, and you start to slowly grind against him.
He opens his mouth, and the doorbell rings.
"Shit," You touch your forehead to Charlie's. "Be right back, love." Suddenly Charlie's kissing you again, and it clicks what you said.
"Love you too."
You're still grinning as you pad down the hall, to open the door. For a second Don sees the grin, but you quickly bite down, you taste blood in your mouth.
"What are doing here?" You growl.
"Listen, Coop," Don scratches an eyebrow with his thumb, "Charlie came by earlier, and he told me some stuff, and I wanted to know if it was true?"
"Well, what did he tell you?"
"He said that you and he were, ya know, fags."
You cock your head to the side, towards the bedroom, "Hey, Charlie are we fags?" You holler.
He appears at the door, "Pretty damn sure."
You turn back to see Don's red face. "There, you go."
"Charlie," Don begins, stepping forward, you block him. Where the hell does he think he's going? "Let me just go to talk to my brother."
"I thought you didn't have a brother," You spit out.
"OK, fine, I screwed up, ok, and I'm sorry, now move." You don't.
"Coop, let him in," Charlie says.
"If you call him a fag again, I swear I'll break your nose." You move to the side.
"I'm starving," Charlie declares, "Shit, Coop, what time is it?"
You check your watch.
"6:45."
"We're gonna be late, Dad said he wanted to talk to you about treating me right and shit."
You laugh. "What are you his teenage daughter? Well, you do have the hair for it."
"Fine, be that way, no sex for you."
You see Don out of the corner of your eye, watch you and Charlie banter.
"Don, give me a second, ok?"
He nods.
Charlie grabs your hand and tugs you into the bedroom.
"I'm gonna go in Don's car and talk, ok?"
"Kay, but if he makes you sad again you know I'll have to kill him."
"Yeah, I do." He kisses you swiftly, and gets dressed.
"I'll see you at dinner. Bye."
"Bye."
You watch Don and Charlie leave, before returning to the bedroom to get dressed. Don's already coming around. Charlie is lucky for the family he has. Shit, you wonder if Charlie's gonna want to tell your family next.
Fuck.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Coop
Note: Sort of a follow up to Sex Before Love, but can be read as a stand alone.
"Hey, Coop," Charlie's voice breaks the silence. You tilt your head, and slide an eye open, silently waiting for him to continue
It's one of those lazy Saturdays, the ones you secretly love, because although you can never tire of fucking Charlie, sometimes its nice to just lay next to Charlie, and soak him up.
"I was thinking," He began, as you propped yourself up on your side, and covertly sneak an arm across his torso, while your mouth edges closer to his ear. Teeth itching to take a nibble.
"Yeah," You breathe into his ear, and he shudders. You feel your dick harden, nothin' beats lazy Saturday afternoon sex. You move your hand down, trailing fingertips through coarse hair. Right as your hand is almost to its goal, he stills it with his hand.
"Wait, first, there's something I need to say," there's something in his voice, something you don't like, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. Frantically, you try to remember if you screwed up somehow, sure there's the whole not saying aloud that you love him, but you thought for sure that he understood.
A brush of his hand against your cheek, sooths your racing mind. You twist your neck, capturing his fingers in your mouth. Charlie loves to have his fingers suck, and you just love to suck.
He curls up next to you, and speaks into your chest, "I was thinking about telling Don, about ya know," he looks up eyes hopeful as he locks yours, "us."
"I mean we've been," he falters, as if afraid to say the wrong thing.
"Lovers," you offer quietly.
His eyes shine, he surges upwards giving you a quick kiss.
"Yeah," his voice is soft.
"We've been lovers," he bites his lip to stop from smiling, "for two months, and I think its time my dad and Don know. I hate keeping secrets from them, and I just," he stops, you know him so well, and what Charlie needs is acceptance for who he is.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Knowing Charlie, he probably had a whole speech prepared, that sited sources and such.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you," you whisper, swinging a leg over Coop, you lightly scratch his head
Coop reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do anything for you."
You press your face into his palm, kissing it. "I love you."
"Come here," he tugs you down on to his chest, closing your eyes you bury your face into his neck.
He shifts, and your positions are switched.
He makes love to you slowly, preparing you with care, and sliding in effortlessly, maximizing your pleasure. This is the kind of sex, you've grown to love.
When you and Coop first started fucking, that was it was, just sex. You still love to fuck: the sweet burn of being taken fast and hard, the look on Coop's face as you ride his cock, and toys, you love toys. But making love, is amazing, it's fluid and it feels like your falling into water, being completely submersed by love.
Afterwards, Coop tosses the condom into the trash, and lies on top of you. You love the weight of him on you, surrounding you, you feel protected and loved.
Tomorrow, you'll tell Dad and Don. Tomorrow, You drift off.
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You pace up and down the apartment. He's telling them today. He insisted upon doing it himself. Damn it. The plan was that he would tell his Dad than Don, then all of you would eat Sunday dinner together. That was the plan. Charlie also said that he's call as soon as he told them. Dinner's at 7, you check your watch 5:34.
Your thumb, finds it way into your mouth, and you begin gnawing on the nail, before you realize what you're doing. Shit, and you were growing them out too. Wow, that was probably the gayest thing you'd ever thought. But Charlie likes nails, loves to have them trailing over his nipples, or dug into his back, so that they leave red crescent moons there.
Footsteps coming down the hallway. You pause and wait, not breathing. They pass by your door. Fuck. You dig your fingers into your scalp, looking at the floor. Maybe they took it badly, maybe they made Charlie swear he'd never see you again. Maybe…Footsteps. You look up.
Shuffling at the door, keys trying to find the lock. You hear muttering, and then what sounds like a fist hitting wood. You sprint to the door, fingers unlocking and yanking the door. He's slumped against the far wall.
You move forwards, you mouth is dry. His hair is loose and covers his face, his hand is barely holding onto a set of keys.
"Ch...Charlie?" You gently lift his chin. Aw, shit. His eye are dull and glazed with tears, his breaths are deep and shallow. You guide him into the apartment, kicking the door shut. Bed or couch. Bed, you can hold him. You lead him into the bedroom, remove his pants, and over shirt, and tuck him into bed. Quickly, you strip as well, down to your wifebeater and boxers. You climb in next to him, folding your body about his.
You kiss his hairline, you're going to fucking kill Don.
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Earlier…
You can do this, come on, seriously, there is nothing to be nervous about. You take a deep breath and knocked on Don's door. Dad had taken the news well, it had helped that he already knew you were bisexual.
You grin, Tommy Tucker, you taught him math, he taught you about cock-sucking, and your dad walked in on his lesson.
You don't think your Dad ever told anyone about that incident, maybe Mom, but certainly not Don.
Don's your big brother, and a part of you is still that kid who always looked up to him, and you want his approval as well.
Don opens the door. "Hey Charlie, come in." He gestures. A tie hangs about his neck.
"Got plan for tonight?" You ask, pointing at the tie.
"Um, yeah," you follow him as he goes into the bathroom, "you remember Kate?"
You don't but you nod anyways.
"Yeah, gonna take her to the movies, than swing by the house for Sunday Dinner."
"Cool, cool, um, there's something I need to tell you, and its kind of important."
Don's eyes lock on to yours through the mirror. "Yeah?" He loops the tie over.
"Um, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I just don't know really how to tell you, and the thing is ," You lean against the doorframe.
"God, Charlie, just spit it out." The knot's finished. "What is it you a fag or something?" He gives a little laugh.
"Yeah, Don, that's right…I'm with Coop."
"Stop joking around, I'm going to be late." Don pulls the tie tight.
"I'm not joking, completely serious, we've been," You struggle for the right word, "…together, for about two months now."
"Come on, there's no way you and Coop are fags, what is this some kind of lets screw with Don, because I'm really not in the mood, ok? It's been a shity week. And I don't need my brother and my best friend screwing around.
"Well that's what we've been doing, pretty much ever day."
"God, Charlie, I don't wanna hear that." Don passes by you.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because Coop loves a good joke, trust me, for ten years I put up with his practical jokes, and this time he's got my brother pretending to be a fag for a laugh. I'm not biting, he just wants to see me all worked up."
"I'm not pretending, ok."
"Fine, your gay, but there's no way Coop is, he'd never fall for a fag." You can tell he doesn’t really think you're gay.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because a. Coop wants kids, b. he could never get enough pussy, and c. I shared too many hotel room with him. Plus, he's told me what he likes, and its not dick."
"So, you're saying that because he never hit on you, that means he not gay."
"Charlie, you're pissing me off ok, so just drop it." Don turned around.
"He's uncut," you say to his back, and it goes rigid. "he likes to suck on fingers, and he gets off on dirty talk."
"What. The. Fuck."
"Two months, Don, two months."
"No, I am not hearing this, what about Anita? She's always around."
"Are you kidding? The only reason she hangs around is because she wants into your pants."
"Seriously?" He shakes his head. "There's no way I have a fag for a brother and a best friend."
"Then I guess you don't have a brother." Saying those words was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, you pivot, and walk calmly out of the apartment, you make it to the elevator in Coop's complex, before it all sinks in.
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"And then he said that there wasn't anyway he had a fag for a brother and a best friend, and I told him he didn’t have a brother." You weave your fingers through Charlie's curls, and he presses his face into your torso.
"Everything'll be find, trust me?"
He looks up and nods.
"Good." You ease him towards you by his neck, and place a kiss on his lips.
He returns the kiss, deepening it. You lick at his lips, asking for entrance, he smiles against your mouth, and you slip your tongue in. You roll over on to him, kissing him harder. His fingers pull you closer, until ever inch of you is on him, touching him.
Your cocks kiss between two layers of cotton, and you start to slowly grind against him.
He opens his mouth, and the doorbell rings.
"Shit," You touch your forehead to Charlie's. "Be right back, love." Suddenly Charlie's kissing you again, and it clicks what you said.
"Love you too."
You're still grinning as you pad down the hall, to open the door. For a second Don sees the grin, but you quickly bite down, you taste blood in your mouth.
"What are doing here?" You growl.
"Listen, Coop," Don scratches an eyebrow with his thumb, "Charlie came by earlier, and he told me some stuff, and I wanted to know if it was true?"
"Well, what did he tell you?"
"He said that you and he were, ya know, fags."
You cock your head to the side, towards the bedroom, "Hey, Charlie are we fags?" You holler.
He appears at the door, "Pretty damn sure."
You turn back to see Don's red face. "There, you go."
"Charlie," Don begins, stepping forward, you block him. Where the hell does he think he's going? "Let me just go to talk to my brother."
"I thought you didn't have a brother," You spit out.
"OK, fine, I screwed up, ok, and I'm sorry, now move." You don't.
"Coop, let him in," Charlie says.
"If you call him a fag again, I swear I'll break your nose." You move to the side.
"I'm starving," Charlie declares, "Shit, Coop, what time is it?"
You check your watch.
"6:45."
"We're gonna be late, Dad said he wanted to talk to you about treating me right and shit."
You laugh. "What are you his teenage daughter? Well, you do have the hair for it."
"Fine, be that way, no sex for you."
You see Don out of the corner of your eye, watch you and Charlie banter.
"Don, give me a second, ok?"
He nods.
Charlie grabs your hand and tugs you into the bedroom.
"I'm gonna go in Don's car and talk, ok?"
"Kay, but if he makes you sad again you know I'll have to kill him."
"Yeah, I do." He kisses you swiftly, and gets dressed.
"I'll see you at dinner. Bye."
"Bye."
You watch Don and Charlie leave, before returning to the bedroom to get dressed. Don's already coming around. Charlie is lucky for the family he has. Shit, you wonder if Charlie's gonna want to tell your family next.
Fuck.