Sex Before Love
Title: Sex Before Love
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Coop
You never expected to feel this way, it kind of snuck up on you one crazy afternoon. You know he doesn't feel that way, and you didn't either. It was a mutual thing, a little sex, ok a lot of sex, some comfort, but then today you felt it.
It’s that flutter of excitement, like when you were eight and figured out how the concept of Twin primes, you still remember the flush of blood racing as you scribbled down as a many as possible. Mom had smiled, a barely there turn of the lips, scratched your head, and gave you two of everything during lunch.
It happen simply, you were wearing one of his shirts while you went over a problem. You heard a shuffle, reflex responded and you see him leaning against the bedroom door, and he's staring at you. But it's different, its not the usual one, it’s soft and light as if he could watch you all day.
You realize you're falling for him. No, not falling, fallen. Like an addict, you need to see that gaze again.
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He's so adorable, no wait, what was that phase your sister used…oh yeah, adorkable. This is not good. You remember the first time, sloppy and quick, and Goddamn hot. Bathroom at the station. Him against the tile, your hand down his pants, teeth everywhere, and him moaning, withering, and so needful. Sealing your lips over his mouth, you swallowed his scream of completion, or, more accurately, cum-pletion. Afterwards, he'd dropped to his knees and grabbed your cock with no preamble, just unzipped, pulled, and sucked. You've never come harder than when that boy's worshiping your cock.
You love a vocal lover, it's always been a major turn on. And he's as vocal as they come. Whether its 2 + 2 or fuck me. You could listen to his voice all the time.
Yesterday you watched him wearing your shirt and scribbling notes into sidelines and came to the conclusion that he could be the real thing. Sure, it was suppose to be sex, a warm body was all either of you wanted; feelings complicated things, but the way he peaks at you under that rain of curls makes your heart jump, like when your holding a rife and can see the suspect in view.
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His hands travel down your sides, sending a million signals along your nerves. You love the weight of him on you, nearly crushing you, but somehow it feels right. His mouth closes over you nipple, suckling it like a baby on a mother's tit. You hands work through his hair pulling him up, down, close, farther. His other hand goes to the twin nipple, plucking it like a guitar. You arch up, you feel his grin against your chest, then he moves to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Satisfied, he travels up, slowly, stopping here and there to nibble or lick.
You yank him up, and with a ragged voice whisper, "Fuck me."
Capturing your lips he shoves his tongue down your throat and palms your balls.
You moan, throwing your head back. "Don't cum," he orders, squeezing your cock. A protest dies in your throat as he plunges a lubed finger in. Still holding your orgasm, he prepares you. You hands slide over your chest, a naughty finger flicks your right nipple.
"None of that," he growls, using his non cock holding hand, to hold your wrists above your head. "I was gonna get on with it, but now, I see you wanna play." You shutter, completely at his mercy. "Don't move." Never.
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You find your handcuffs on the table and smirk as you massage your balls. Returning to the bedroom, you see him, tongue flickering over red, red lips, an index finger circling a pebbled nipple, eyes dark and sexy. God, you nearly come.
You force the growl, past a pant of need, "What've I told you?" You stalk over to him, cuffs clinking at your side. Crawling up his body you demand an answer, "Well?"
"No touching."
"Yeah, no touching, you need to be punished."
A flush of anticipation, sweeps his entire body. Forcing his hands us you quickly secure him to the bed. Then, reaching under, you pull out a box and open it.
"I've got a pretty ring for your cock, isn't that thoughtful of me?" You ask.
His breathe his labored as he answers, "Very. So kind of--" You slip it on.
"Jesus."
"You forgot Mary and Josephs ," you chide, swallowing his cock. He lets loose a scream as you tongue the sensitive skin, moving up and down, working his gorgeous cock down your throat. He thrusts and you take more in.
"Yeah, you like that," he breathes. "Let me fuck that sweet mouth." If his hands were free they'd be on your head, driving you closer. You both get off on dirty talk. Doesn't matter who's top or bottom.
"Yeah you like don't you?" You wonder how you lost control so easily. He may be the one handcuffed, but he's still in totally control.
"I could fuck your sweet mouth all night. I bet you'd like that, right?" You return a finger to his ass, going back to the preparation him, teasingly slipping a finger in and out as you go up and down.
His thrusts never let up, but his breath does, suffocation via a blowjob. Soon he's stopped talking and merely breaths.
You lift your head, swirling your tongue one last time over his slit. His eyes are pure black now, diluted with pleasure.
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"Now." Your voice, horse with talk and screaming, urges.
"Now what?" He's teasing you. You narrow your eyes
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you, long and hard," he fingers your opening and you forget how to breath. "You know you want it, now come on beg for it."
Oh gods. You roll your hips in what you hope is a seductive manner. He closes his eyes. You smirk. "Fuck," hips clockwise, "me," counterclockwise, "please," you thrust.
His fingers fumble for the key to the cuffs, and you can't help but feel a flutter that has nothing to do with the fact you are moments from orgasm. He knows how much you love (he loves it too) to have your hands free to roam over him.
Freed, you lock your hands around his neck, forcing his lips to yours. Your tongue invades his mouth, as his dick invades you.
An easy rhythm takes over. You clutch at his shoulders, slick with sweat, groping for a hold as he drives into you. His hand lands on your cock, and with a quick flick of the wrist, your dick is free. Cum splatters on your stomach, and he collapses on you.
In the aftershock, you gently run fingers through his sweat soaked hair. He, lazily, nibbles your neck.
"You're so fucking hot," he mouths into your throat.
You close your eyes. It's time.
"Love you," you whisper softly. He freezes, rising abruptly. "Shit," you mutter, rolling over and off the bed.
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Love you, love you. The words race through your mind. He shifts and leaves the bed.
"No." Your hand shoots out, gripping his wrist.
He turns, you see glazed eyes. Silently, you urge him not to cry. Words have always failed you. You stumble off the bed, and pull his stubborn body to you. You tilt your forehead to his, and just rest there. Please, see how I feel, you whisper in your head.
His eyes soften, hands snake about your neck, and you're kissing. Its slowly and gently, so alike the harsh biting kisses you've always had before with him.
You move him to lay on the bed, you next to him, and continue kissing.
You fall asleep together, clutching one another. Your last thought before sleep overtakes is: I could get use to this.
One day the words will come to you, but for now, this is perfect.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Coop
You never expected to feel this way, it kind of snuck up on you one crazy afternoon. You know he doesn't feel that way, and you didn't either. It was a mutual thing, a little sex, ok a lot of sex, some comfort, but then today you felt it.
It’s that flutter of excitement, like when you were eight and figured out how the concept of Twin primes, you still remember the flush of blood racing as you scribbled down as a many as possible. Mom had smiled, a barely there turn of the lips, scratched your head, and gave you two of everything during lunch.
It happen simply, you were wearing one of his shirts while you went over a problem. You heard a shuffle, reflex responded and you see him leaning against the bedroom door, and he's staring at you. But it's different, its not the usual one, it’s soft and light as if he could watch you all day.
You realize you're falling for him. No, not falling, fallen. Like an addict, you need to see that gaze again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He's so adorable, no wait, what was that phase your sister used…oh yeah, adorkable. This is not good. You remember the first time, sloppy and quick, and Goddamn hot. Bathroom at the station. Him against the tile, your hand down his pants, teeth everywhere, and him moaning, withering, and so needful. Sealing your lips over his mouth, you swallowed his scream of completion, or, more accurately, cum-pletion. Afterwards, he'd dropped to his knees and grabbed your cock with no preamble, just unzipped, pulled, and sucked. You've never come harder than when that boy's worshiping your cock.
You love a vocal lover, it's always been a major turn on. And he's as vocal as they come. Whether its 2 + 2 or fuck me. You could listen to his voice all the time.
Yesterday you watched him wearing your shirt and scribbling notes into sidelines and came to the conclusion that he could be the real thing. Sure, it was suppose to be sex, a warm body was all either of you wanted; feelings complicated things, but the way he peaks at you under that rain of curls makes your heart jump, like when your holding a rife and can see the suspect in view.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His hands travel down your sides, sending a million signals along your nerves. You love the weight of him on you, nearly crushing you, but somehow it feels right. His mouth closes over you nipple, suckling it like a baby on a mother's tit. You hands work through his hair pulling him up, down, close, farther. His other hand goes to the twin nipple, plucking it like a guitar. You arch up, you feel his grin against your chest, then he moves to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Satisfied, he travels up, slowly, stopping here and there to nibble or lick.
You yank him up, and with a ragged voice whisper, "Fuck me."
Capturing your lips he shoves his tongue down your throat and palms your balls.
You moan, throwing your head back. "Don't cum," he orders, squeezing your cock. A protest dies in your throat as he plunges a lubed finger in. Still holding your orgasm, he prepares you. You hands slide over your chest, a naughty finger flicks your right nipple.
"None of that," he growls, using his non cock holding hand, to hold your wrists above your head. "I was gonna get on with it, but now, I see you wanna play." You shutter, completely at his mercy. "Don't move." Never.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You find your handcuffs on the table and smirk as you massage your balls. Returning to the bedroom, you see him, tongue flickering over red, red lips, an index finger circling a pebbled nipple, eyes dark and sexy. God, you nearly come.
You force the growl, past a pant of need, "What've I told you?" You stalk over to him, cuffs clinking at your side. Crawling up his body you demand an answer, "Well?"
"No touching."
"Yeah, no touching, you need to be punished."
A flush of anticipation, sweeps his entire body. Forcing his hands us you quickly secure him to the bed. Then, reaching under, you pull out a box and open it.
"I've got a pretty ring for your cock, isn't that thoughtful of me?" You ask.
His breathe his labored as he answers, "Very. So kind of--" You slip it on.
"Jesus."
"You forgot Mary and Josephs ," you chide, swallowing his cock. He lets loose a scream as you tongue the sensitive skin, moving up and down, working his gorgeous cock down your throat. He thrusts and you take more in.
"Yeah, you like that," he breathes. "Let me fuck that sweet mouth." If his hands were free they'd be on your head, driving you closer. You both get off on dirty talk. Doesn't matter who's top or bottom.
"Yeah you like don't you?" You wonder how you lost control so easily. He may be the one handcuffed, but he's still in totally control.
"I could fuck your sweet mouth all night. I bet you'd like that, right?" You return a finger to his ass, going back to the preparation him, teasingly slipping a finger in and out as you go up and down.
His thrusts never let up, but his breath does, suffocation via a blowjob. Soon he's stopped talking and merely breaths.
You lift your head, swirling your tongue one last time over his slit. His eyes are pure black now, diluted with pleasure.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Now." Your voice, horse with talk and screaming, urges.
"Now what?" He's teasing you. You narrow your eyes
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you, long and hard," he fingers your opening and you forget how to breath. "You know you want it, now come on beg for it."
Oh gods. You roll your hips in what you hope is a seductive manner. He closes his eyes. You smirk. "Fuck," hips clockwise, "me," counterclockwise, "please," you thrust.
His fingers fumble for the key to the cuffs, and you can't help but feel a flutter that has nothing to do with the fact you are moments from orgasm. He knows how much you love (he loves it too) to have your hands free to roam over him.
Freed, you lock your hands around his neck, forcing his lips to yours. Your tongue invades his mouth, as his dick invades you.
An easy rhythm takes over. You clutch at his shoulders, slick with sweat, groping for a hold as he drives into you. His hand lands on your cock, and with a quick flick of the wrist, your dick is free. Cum splatters on your stomach, and he collapses on you.
In the aftershock, you gently run fingers through his sweat soaked hair. He, lazily, nibbles your neck.
"You're so fucking hot," he mouths into your throat.
You close your eyes. It's time.
"Love you," you whisper softly. He freezes, rising abruptly. "Shit," you mutter, rolling over and off the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Love you, love you. The words race through your mind. He shifts and leaves the bed.
"No." Your hand shoots out, gripping his wrist.
He turns, you see glazed eyes. Silently, you urge him not to cry. Words have always failed you. You stumble off the bed, and pull his stubborn body to you. You tilt your forehead to his, and just rest there. Please, see how I feel, you whisper in your head.
His eyes soften, hands snake about your neck, and you're kissing. Its slowly and gently, so alike the harsh biting kisses you've always had before with him.
You move him to lay on the bed, you next to him, and continue kissing.
You fall asleep together, clutching one another. Your last thought before sleep overtakes is: I could get use to this.
One day the words will come to you, but for now, this is perfect.