Numb3rs fic: New Surface (Charlie/?, slash, R) for devon99
Title: New Surface
Word Count: 300.
Characters: Charlie/? (slash)
Rating: R.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There's a new surface for Charlie to explore.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt #20 - Surface.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Beta: The great lillyg.
A/N: Dedicated to the absolutely lovely devon99. Happy birthday, sweetie! *g*
New Surface
Half an hour. No paper. No napkins. No nothing.
Seated at the rusty table of the cheap hotel, Charlie stared at the black marker he had in his hands. There were so many numbers and algorithms in his head, so many obsessions, and he didn’t have any appropriate surface to write on.
There were footsteps behind him. Charlie muttered, “I’ve been looking for paper for like half an hour now while you were taking your shower.”
“I know this place isn’t exactly fancy, so I’m sorry about that… but I do have a surface for you.”
“Really?” Charlie said, turning around to face the man that had just come out of the shower… without any clothes on.
He shivered at the image of a muscled, wet body displayed for his personal pleasure. His lover’s abdomen was right in front of him and his cock was also there, half-hard, waiting for a wake-up call.
Charlie gasped when the other man pulled his hair softly, encouraging him to get closer. When he wrote the first number, he looked up to see his lover’s dark, lustful eyes and hear his heavy breathing. His hands trembled, not following the beautiful equation he had in mind anymore, and they let the marker draw silly, random patterns. Coherence was meaningless, unnecessary right now.
Charlie leaned to lick a little spot on the perfect hip bone, as it was his favorite. But when he felt a twitch beside his head, he stopped.
His lover’s cock was calling for him, telling him to watch. Turning to it, Charlie swallowed at the sight of it getting harder and harder. He forgot about the marker. He forgot about everything.
One drop was escaping the tiny slit.
It was entirely up to him whether to catch or not. And he did.
The End.
Word Count: 300.
Characters: Charlie/? (slash)
Rating: R.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There's a new surface for Charlie to explore.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt #20 - Surface.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Beta: The great lillyg.
A/N: Dedicated to the absolutely lovely devon99. Happy birthday, sweetie! *g*
New Surface
Half an hour. No paper. No napkins. No nothing.
Seated at the rusty table of the cheap hotel, Charlie stared at the black marker he had in his hands. There were so many numbers and algorithms in his head, so many obsessions, and he didn’t have any appropriate surface to write on.
There were footsteps behind him. Charlie muttered, “I’ve been looking for paper for like half an hour now while you were taking your shower.”
“I know this place isn’t exactly fancy, so I’m sorry about that… but I do have a surface for you.”
“Really?” Charlie said, turning around to face the man that had just come out of the shower… without any clothes on.
He shivered at the image of a muscled, wet body displayed for his personal pleasure. His lover’s abdomen was right in front of him and his cock was also there, half-hard, waiting for a wake-up call.
Charlie gasped when the other man pulled his hair softly, encouraging him to get closer. When he wrote the first number, he looked up to see his lover’s dark, lustful eyes and hear his heavy breathing. His hands trembled, not following the beautiful equation he had in mind anymore, and they let the marker draw silly, random patterns. Coherence was meaningless, unnecessary right now.
Charlie leaned to lick a little spot on the perfect hip bone, as it was his favorite. But when he felt a twitch beside his head, he stopped.
His lover’s cock was calling for him, telling him to watch. Turning to it, Charlie swallowed at the sight of it getting harder and harder. He forgot about the marker. He forgot about everything.
One drop was escaping the tiny slit.
It was entirely up to him whether to catch or not. And he did.
The End.