Fic: Characterisation (Numb3rs, Charlie / Colby, NC-17)
Title: Characterisation
Pair: Charlie Eppes / Colby Granger
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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When Charlie walked into the lit garage to finish some of the work he had stated at the office, he knew right away he had missed something.
“Did I forget something?” Charlie stared at Colby, who looked quite irritated.
“Yeah, did you?” He pointed down at his shirts, T-shirt and sneakers and the gym bag laying on the ground. “You were supposed to be here two hours ago.”
“Gimme a hint. I know I never promised to come with you to the gym, so that can’t be it-”
“Star of the football team and the naughty math teacher. I got dressed up and then you didn’t show up.”
“Oh…” Charlie’s face fell. “I got an idea and I wanted to try it out right away and I forgot. I’m sorry.”
“How can you forget? It’s not like we got the whole evening and the house all for ourselves.”
“I know, I can’t believe I forgot it! I never forget stuff like that!” Charlie sounded sincerely stunned. He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay, it was just two hours.” Colby approached him carefully and placed his hands on the man’s hips. “We can still play.” He leaned close for a quick, assuring kiss. “Has anyone told you how cute you look when you do that lost puppy thing with your eyes?”
“No, but one of our exchange students said I look like that actor from The Sentinel.”
“I thought that guy had blue eyes.”
“It’s all about the hair.” Charlie chuckled. “Can we try to start the whole evening from the beginning?”
“Yeah.” Colby pulled back and took few steps back. “Tutoring session or failed test?”
“Failed test.” Charlie sat down behind the desk and leaned back, twisting his neck from left to right and back again. For a minute he bore a striking resemblance to a dog shaking water off his fur.
Colby knocked on one of the beams.
“Not yet. I have to get into the character.”
“How hard can it be?”
“I spent my day hammering knowledge into a group of heads that were all probably solid bone.” Charlie took one more deep breath. “Okay.”
“Colby knocked again.
“Professor Eppes? Got a minute?”
“Office hours are over, come back tomorrow.”
“This is really urgent.”
“What’s urgent?”
“My test.”
“The one you failed?”
“Yeah.”
“The date for re-doing it posted on the message board.”
“I’ve seen that-”
“And if you don’t pass, you’ll fail the whole course.”
“You can’t-”
“Did you have a permission to speak? I didn’t see your hand up, so I’ll just assume no.”
“I need to pass it.”
“I know.”
“No, I mean I got an ultimatum from the coach. If I fail one more course, he’ll kick me off the team.”
“Too bad.”
“It is bad!”
“A bunch of guys tackle each other on the field, plays with balls and then showers together. You won’t be missing much.”
“Except my scholarship. I got here on an athletic scholarship.”
“Then you really got a problem.” Charlie leaned across the desk and gave the man a measuring once-over. “What are going to do about it?”
“I was thinking…” Colby nailed his eyes firmly on his own sneakers and refused to look up. The only thing destroying the shy gesture was the small grin curling his lips.
“What?”
“Maybe you could give me some private classes, go thought the stuff for the test-”
“Why would I do that?”
“Well… it’s your job.”
“No. If you don’t listen what I’m saying in classes, you have no one to blame, but yourself. Everyone else in your group passed the test.”
“Please, I’ll wash your car or… mow your lawn.”
“You don’t really think I would let you touch my car? And my lawn… the kid next door would be pretty mad at me, he gets a fiver when he mows it for me.”
“I’ll do anything, I’m desperate here!”
“Anything?” Charlie pushed his chair back from the desk. The expression on his face was pure predator. “I guess you could say I got your near future in my hands.” He slid his hand down to rub his crotch. “My help comes with a price tag.”
“You mean…” Colby’s eyes were following Charlie’s hand. Carrying on in the role was becoming harder and harder. “I don’t do that stuff.”
“You expect me to believe you’ve never had some fun with your team-mates after practise?”
“Yeah! I don’t-”
“I don t care if you do it or not. You’ll do it to me or you’ll be out of here so soon you won’t even have time to empty your locker.”
“You can’t do that! I’ll-”
“You’ll do what? Tell people how that nasty teacher talked dirty to you? No one’s gonna believe you.” Charlie’s unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard cock out of it’s denim shelter. “Your choice.”
“What… what do you want me to do?”
“Right now…” Charlie pulled his legs wider apart. “… I want you right here, on your knees.”
Colby hesitated, but it was more for the show than to keep Charlie waiting. He dropped on his knees between the man’s spread legs and looked up, giving Charlie his best interpretation of a naïve country boy. He wrapped his hand carefully around Charlie’s cock and gave a it a tentative stroke.
“That’s better.” Charlie grinned. He grabbed Colby’s head and pulled his mouth against the rigid member. Colby followed the order and opened his mouth, letting the flesh slide in. Charlie thrusted up, burying himself all the way into the warm mouth. Colby seemed to have forgotten his role, and he tackled the challenge with all the enthusiasm and experience he had. His hand wandered down and into his gym shorts to squeeze his own hard-on.
“Get up.” Charlie pulled Colby away from his cock despite the mild whimpers of disappointment. “Shirt off and bend over the desk.”
Colby pulled his T-shirt off and stepped closer to the table, before he realised he had slipped from his role. Charlie stifled a chuckled and placed his hand on Colby’s back, pushing him forward against the desk.
“I knew you were lying. I bet you’re the pet of the whole team.” He bent Colby over the desk and pulled his gym shorts down. “On the benches, against the lockers, in the showers…” He leaned closer to whisper into the man’s ear. “Is that how you got a spot in the team?”
“No, I…” Colby closed his eyes when Charlie’s hands slowly rubbed the muscles in his back, travelling down to his butt. “I got the spot, because I…” He groaned when the hands pulled the cheeks apart. “… because I’m a damn good…”
“Wide receiver?”
“Quarterback!”
“Then it’s a shame.” Charlie grabbed a small bottle from one of the desk drawers and smeared the sticky content on his fingers. “Waste of a very nice ass.” His lubed finger circled Colby’s opening before he finally pressed it in. Colby took a deep breath and moaned. He was tempted to just ditch his character and tell Charlie to pick up the pace, but he genius’s talented fingers were making vocal complaints too challenging.
“You should have tried to reason with the couch this way.” Charlie pushed his cock against the stretched entrance and pulled his fingers out of the warmth. “Who would say no to that?” He pushed inside, slowly enough to let Colby adjust to his girth. Colby closed the rest of the gap himself by pushing back against the man, taking all of him inside. Charlie’s hands found a good spot on Colby’s hips, holding on to him while he pounded into the welcoming body.
The two hour wait hadn’t been very helpful for Colby in his effort to last longer than would be unbearably embarrassing. He brought his hand down to his cock, stoking the hard flesh into a climax. He had waited too long and the fear of embarrassment didn’t do much to hold him back. Colby came all over his hand and the sticky release dribbled down to the tabletop.
Charlie seemed unfased by Colby`s wriggling as his body convulsed around Charlie`s member. Instead he kept a firm pace, thrusting into Colby with sure moves. The pressure built up in him and finally he had to give up, and he filled Colby with his load. Charlie breathed heavily and pressed his hands on Colby’s muscular back, leaning forward to rest against the solid body.
“Colby?” Charlie kissed the man’s sweaty neck.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I don`t know about you, but this role-playing stuff is really doing wonders for my teenage traumas.”
“Mine too.”
“You got teenage traumas? I bet no jock ever locked you into your own locker.”
“Nope, but we had a math teacher from the last ring of Hell. Old, bitter spinster, who wanted to make everyone as miserable as she was. I think she actually liked being miserable.”
“I know the type.”
“And when you didn’t know the answer, she hit you on the head with a ruler. Your teaching methods are a lot better.”
“I don’t teach my students like this-”
“You better not.”