Fic: Fascination
Title: Fascination
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numbers
Pairing: Colby/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Colby is fascinated, Charlie notices
AN: All
fredbassett's fault...as usual
Colby is in the math lair.
Ok, that might make it sound slightly more terrifying than it actually is but it's not exactly a comfortable place to be, there's piles of things, and spindly little models, and folders that are defying the laws of gravity and there's writing pretty much everywhere.
Colby spent ten minutes terrified that he was going to accidentally erase something of monumental significance with a sleeve or the edge of his coat, or his ass.
The other side of the desk doesn't feel much safer.
It's math territory, it's where people like him go to die, and then get buried under all the intellect until the weight compresses them into...something else, god knows what.
Some sort of math geology.
Charlie is ignoring him, writing in long black lines across white paper. The pauses are almost unnoticeable, and he's paying Colby no attention whatsoever. Which suggests he has more faith that Colby isn't going to break something into pieces than Colby has himself.
Either that or he's just distracted, which seems more likely, distracted and still managing to look irritatingly smart and utterly unreadable.
People think Charlie's easy to read, people think he can't hide things for shit.
Colby thinks people are deluding themselves.
Of course, a psychologist would say he was inventing reasons to scrutinise because of an underlying sexual attraction. To which Colby would have most likely replied 'no shit!'
He watches anyway, because he can, watches Charlie write, mouth ever so slightly open, other hand curled motionless on the desk, the one he doesn't need, the one he doesn't use. When he gets enthusiastic over the left edge of the paper his hair slides over the side of his cheek, one long trail that Colby would find irritating as hell, Charlie doesn't touch it.
Colby's fingers twitch, because much as Colby would like to admit that he doesn't have a thing for the hair he kind of does, really does, he really does have a thing for the hair.
His eyes move and- Charlie's watching him now, watching him with a curious, amused expression.
"Touch it."
Colby blinks.
"What?" Because that's kind of a non sequitur and yes, Colby does know what that means.
Charlie leans on the desk until it creaks.
"You stare at it, all the time, I thought you might want to-" Charlie swivels a finger. "Get it out of your system."
And just like that Colby knows what he's talking about.
"That's not funny," he says under a scowl.
"Oh I'm not joking, I can understand fascination." One quick tilt of eyebrows. "Believe me I can, and you currently appear...fascinated." There's a smile, quick and curious. Colby scowls at it.
He eyes the door because Don's only gone to get coffee, how long did it take to get coffee? And how the hell is he supposed to drink coffee in here without spilling it on something?
"You don't just tell people to touch your hair just because they want to- and jesus I'm not admitting that I want to."
"I think we've already established that you do," Charlie tells him.
"You're...very annoying." Colby says carefully. He's found an interesting article to look at.
He doesn't have a clue what it's about but there's a picture of a plane and some arrows and a lot of things which aren't numbers but probably stand for numbers anyway, all tumbled to the ends of dotted lines.
Telling things about the plane that Colby's fairly certain he could get along fine without knowing.
"Oh I'm well aware that you find me annoying but you also find me fascinating."
Charlie slips the paper out of his hands, eyes him from not very far away at all.
"Now, is it just my hair? Or is this a general fascination that involves the rest of me as well?" There's a curious look, a questioning look that nevertheless manages to look both mischievous and uncertain at the same time.
Which shouldn't be possible.
Colby reaches out to snag his plane paper thing back out of Charlie's fingers, because he was reading that damn it!
"I don't have a fascination," he protests and god even David could spot that lie a mile away.
Now Charlie's looking at him a different way, like he's debating whether there are variables here that need exploring further.
Oh god Colby's thinking in math terms, he's fucking doomed!
"Oh god- go over there and do some math!"
Charlie raises an eyebrow.
"Any math in particular?"
"Something quiet." That doesn't involve any bending. "Jesus...and stop laughing."
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numbers
Pairing: Colby/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Colby is fascinated, Charlie notices
AN: All
fredbassett's fault...as usual
Colby is in the math lair.
Ok, that might make it sound slightly more terrifying than it actually is but it's not exactly a comfortable place to be, there's piles of things, and spindly little models, and folders that are defying the laws of gravity and there's writing pretty much everywhere.
Colby spent ten minutes terrified that he was going to accidentally erase something of monumental significance with a sleeve or the edge of his coat, or his ass.
The other side of the desk doesn't feel much safer.
It's math territory, it's where people like him go to die, and then get buried under all the intellect until the weight compresses them into...something else, god knows what.
Some sort of math geology.
Charlie is ignoring him, writing in long black lines across white paper. The pauses are almost unnoticeable, and he's paying Colby no attention whatsoever. Which suggests he has more faith that Colby isn't going to break something into pieces than Colby has himself.
Either that or he's just distracted, which seems more likely, distracted and still managing to look irritatingly smart and utterly unreadable.
People think Charlie's easy to read, people think he can't hide things for shit.
Colby thinks people are deluding themselves.
Of course, a psychologist would say he was inventing reasons to scrutinise because of an underlying sexual attraction. To which Colby would have most likely replied 'no shit!'
He watches anyway, because he can, watches Charlie write, mouth ever so slightly open, other hand curled motionless on the desk, the one he doesn't need, the one he doesn't use. When he gets enthusiastic over the left edge of the paper his hair slides over the side of his cheek, one long trail that Colby would find irritating as hell, Charlie doesn't touch it.
Colby's fingers twitch, because much as Colby would like to admit that he doesn't have a thing for the hair he kind of does, really does, he really does have a thing for the hair.
His eyes move and- Charlie's watching him now, watching him with a curious, amused expression.
"Touch it."
Colby blinks.
"What?" Because that's kind of a non sequitur and yes, Colby does know what that means.
Charlie leans on the desk until it creaks.
"You stare at it, all the time, I thought you might want to-" Charlie swivels a finger. "Get it out of your system."
And just like that Colby knows what he's talking about.
"That's not funny," he says under a scowl.
"Oh I'm not joking, I can understand fascination." One quick tilt of eyebrows. "Believe me I can, and you currently appear...fascinated." There's a smile, quick and curious. Colby scowls at it.
He eyes the door because Don's only gone to get coffee, how long did it take to get coffee? And how the hell is he supposed to drink coffee in here without spilling it on something?
"You don't just tell people to touch your hair just because they want to- and jesus I'm not admitting that I want to."
"I think we've already established that you do," Charlie tells him.
"You're...very annoying." Colby says carefully. He's found an interesting article to look at.
He doesn't have a clue what it's about but there's a picture of a plane and some arrows and a lot of things which aren't numbers but probably stand for numbers anyway, all tumbled to the ends of dotted lines.
Telling things about the plane that Colby's fairly certain he could get along fine without knowing.
"Oh I'm well aware that you find me annoying but you also find me fascinating."
Charlie slips the paper out of his hands, eyes him from not very far away at all.
"Now, is it just my hair? Or is this a general fascination that involves the rest of me as well?" There's a curious look, a questioning look that nevertheless manages to look both mischievous and uncertain at the same time.
Which shouldn't be possible.
Colby reaches out to snag his plane paper thing back out of Charlie's fingers, because he was reading that damn it!
"I don't have a fascination," he protests and god even David could spot that lie a mile away.
Now Charlie's looking at him a different way, like he's debating whether there are variables here that need exploring further.
Oh god Colby's thinking in math terms, he's fucking doomed!
"Oh god- go over there and do some math!"
Charlie raises an eyebrow.
"Any math in particular?"
"Something quiet." That doesn't involve any bending. "Jesus...and stop laughing."