FIC: "Holding on to a lie," Part 10/? (Charlie/Colby, Amita/OMC, R)
Title: "The witnesses"
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 10/?
Characters: Charlie/Colby, Amita/OMC.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Someone watches Charlie thank Colby for his help.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own the original aspects and any OCs.
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Previous chapter: Part 9 - "Supporting the family" (Charlie/Colby, Don, Amita, Alan, PG-13)
Holding on to a lie
Part 10: “The witnesses”
Colby was saying something that sounded somehow like a repressed moan. He was at Charlie’s mercy, walking backwards, until his back hit the wall, right beside the door. His lover didn’t stop; he was pressing his tongue into his mouth, cupping his face and caressing his hair, not wanting to let him go.
“Charlie…” he whispered in between kisses, while he blushed more and more. “Charlie…”
“Mmm… Colby…”
“Ahh, wait…”
“No…”
“Don’t you like it when I kiss you?”
“Yeah, of course I do, it’s just that...”
“When I kiss you like this… or… like this?” Charlie asked, while kissing his lover in different ways. First tenderly, then roughly.
Colby was definitely having problems to say whatever he wanted to say. Charlie was all over him, his hands firmly roaming his body in a very possessive manner. His fingers had reached Colby’s ass when the agent finally snapped, “Wait, stop.”
This time Charlie retrieved his hand, as well as his entire body from his lover. “What?”
During the next half minute, he and Colby looked at each other. The agent was flushed and a little breathless, his lips were swollen from the passionate kisses and his shirt was a little bit wrinkled.
None of them said a word.
So Charlie went towards Colby again, now taking a moment to admire Colby’s face very closely. “This is… I…” Charlie mumbled that and then he seemed to become speechless. The other man looked at him, his eyes watching every corner of Charlie’s face.
The next kiss was soft and calm. Colby was definitely relaxing, considering the way his arms hung around his body… He finally set down the mug he was holding. He reached for Charlie’s back, then for his neck, delightfully encouraging him to deepen the kiss…
Click.
“Damn it, Bob, don’t you see that I’m busy?! They’re about to have sex in the garage!”
“Bob? What happened to ‘Bobby’?”
“It turns to ‘annoying, unbearable Bob’ when you don’t let me watch them!”
Amita could hear Bob sigh behind her, but still, she didn’t move away from his lap. She didn’t even move the sheets that covered their bodies while they rested together on the bed. And she let her therapist touch her in any way he wanted, as long as he didn’t interrupt the show.
She reached for the laptop she had on her thighs. She pressed a key and the camera zoomed to Charlie and Colby kissing each other fervently against the wall.
Click.
The hand on the back of Charlie’s neck had tightened his grip, and now there was no space for air.
“No, no…” Colby said, unexpectedly, breaking the kiss again.
Charlie looked at him, gazed down his body, and then smiled as he ran his hand down Colby’s chest, then his abdomen, finally cupping his groin.
The other man, who had been silently watching that move, gasped at the sensation, as was expected. Colby’s breathing accelerated, but he still managed to whisper one more time, “No…” However, he reached for Charlie and kissed him again. “Yes…” he muttered when he broke the kiss.
“Is this some kind of… game? Because I can play, if you want me to…” Charlie watched his lover closely as he caressed his cock through his jeans. Slowly, Colby started moaning and gasping softly again. “This is good… very good…” the mathematician continued, biting his lip and he pressed his hand firmer against Colby’s groin. “I still owe you so much for what I did…”
“You… you don’t… owe me anything…” Colby whispered, pushing into his lover’s hand and holding to a shelf and the doorframe at the same time.
“Oh, yes, I do…”
Very carefully, Charlie undid Colby’s jeans and lowered the zipper. As he did it, he went down on his knees, always watching his lover’s reaction to his choices.
Click.
“Bob, I warn you, if you keep doing that, I…” Amita could feel Bob’s mouth kissing her neck.
“You’re beautiful… You’re such a desirable woman…” the old man said as he continued tracing open-mouthed kisses along her ear. “You like your Bobby, remember?”
“Ahh… I…” She knew she was clearly melting at the way she was being treated. Maybe Bob wasn’t her type and he was using him, but every time she got such pleasure from a man, no matter who he was, she gave up and let that man possess her completely.
While she enjoyed the way Bob knew how to touch her, she reached for the keyboard again…
Click.
“What do you want?”
“Huh?” Colby visibly held his breath and his eyes went wide open.
Charlie rephrased his question. “Tell me what you want, Colby.” He was still on his knees, in front of Colby’s open pants. “Or don’t say nothing at all, just like when we did this that time…I know what you need, anyway…”
“Charlie…”
“Shhh… There’s no need for you to talk…”
The mathematician ran his palms over Colby’s legs, focusing on his thighs and his hips. The bulge on his lover’s groin was growing immensely, and he stared at it while he applied some sweet pressure to the areas that surrounded it.
Finally, he leaned over and…
“No!” the agent said, leaning and putting his hands on Charlie’s shoulders, stopping him from going further. “I mean it this time.”
Charlie looked up like he wasn’t expecting that.
Click.
“What?! No, you can’t stop there, I need to see you!” Desperately, Amita got closer to the screen of her laptop, yelling at it while she pushed Bob away.
“Amita…” the man said. He seemed to be annoyed.
Yet, she could feel his hands roaming her naked back, tossing her hair to the side and leaving kisses all over her spine again. “Bob…” she warned him, but she also closed her eyes, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape from her lips.
Click.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie said as he got up. “I shouldn’t have done this… You are obviously uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that I don’t want this, because I do. It’s just that your Dad and Don are up there, you know…”
“I see,” Charlie muttered, placing his hands on Colby’s hips. “But they’re asleep…”
“Yeah, but still… they could hear us…”
“Hear you, you mean…” Colby blushed when Charlie smiled at his own words.
“Charlie…”
“They’re not going to hear anything. I’m the only one who’s going to listen to every little noise you make…”
Colby gasped at the statement, his eyes fixed on his lover’s mouth. “Still, your father’s not ok. I don’t think this is the moment or the place to do this…”
“Yeah, it’s definitely isn’t, you’re right about that. But… I really don’t want to stop now. Although I will if you really want me to.”
Colby made his decision very quickly. He held Charlie closer to his body and kissed him hard. A few seconds later, looking into Colby’s green eyes, Charlie sneaked a hand inside the other man’s boxers. The agent jumped in his place, smiling; Charlie had obviously touched him the right way.
Click.
“Oh, god…”
“Are you ok?”
Running a hand over her sweaty forehead, Amita turned around and looked at Bob. “Did you… see what they’re doing… right in this moment?”
Bob slowly nodded, like he wasn’t impressed by it. “They’re fucking.”
“Don’t say it like that. That’s not it. They’re… making… love.” She turned to the screen, letting little tears fall down her face. “That is sweet, tender… and what I used to have with Charlie in bed was nothing like that… In fact, it was absolutely nothing…”
Click.
“Yes, just relax, Colby… This is good. This is what you want, this is what I want… What’s wrong with that?”
Colby was biting his lip while Charlie’s skilled hand worked his length from base to tip.
“I’m hearing you… I’m hearing you gasp and say how much you want me right now inside your head…”
Charlie’s whispers were followed by Colby looking at him intensely, then leaning to give him a deep, slow, wet kiss.
“I love the garage. I’d love to do all kinds of things to you here… and then, on my desk at CalSci…” Charlie continued.
The gasp Colby made, and the way he broke the kiss, closing his eyes, seemed to have some meaning. He was sweating heavily, and he didn’t focus his eyes to Charlie anymore.
So Charlie muttered into his ear, “Do you like dirty talk, Colby?”
Colby suddenly came over his lover’s hand, gasping and pushing into Charlie’s palm. The mathematician watched every single expression in the other man’s face while he let him empty himself and have the release he had built up for him.
Click.
Tears were falling onto the sheets, from Amita’s face, while she watched Charlie’s face admire the way Colby came down from his arousal.
“It’s ok.”
She turned around. For a moment, she had forgotten that Bob was there. Now he was resting his head on her shoulder, and she was tightly holding his hand.
Amita stared at their entwined fingers. That hand should belong to Charlie. But that hand was giving Colby pleasure at the moment, at the garage of the Eppes residence.
As she wiped her tears, Amita saw how Bob leaning on the pillows, and she did it as well, resting on his chest. He caressed her hair as the end of the show arrived.
Click.
Charlie withdrew his hand from Colby’s boxers and slowly licked his fingers in front of his lover.
“What about… our deal? We were going to take it… slow…” Colby whispered while he watched the other man.
“I don’t really consider this…” he licked his index finger, “to be formally sex,” he licked his thumb. “The concept of it implicates, you know… the actual consummation of the act,” he explained, and he sucked his pinkie into his mouth.
“Oh… I guess that we’re going slow, after all…” Colby said, smiling. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed now.
“Yeah…” Charlie muttered, and he gave his lover a little kiss on the lips. “Thank you for everything you’re going for me and my family.”
Colby smiled widely. “You’re welcome. Although I feel like I’m the one who has to has to say ‘thank you.’”
As he went towards one of the desks, Charlie laughed happily. “I guess you do, even if I had my fun, too.” He took the mug full of coffee he had left there ten minutes ago, and sipped it slowly. “So…”
“Charlie, Colby, did you drink all the coffee already?” Don’s voice called them from another part of the house. In a second, Charlie arranged his hair with his fingers; Colby rapidly cleaned himself and he arranged his clothes and his hair, too. They walked out of the garage with their mugs, giving each other looks, like nothing had happened between them while Don and Alan were sleeping.
Click.
“So Charlie’s father is in bed?” Bob wanted to know when Amita closed her laptop.
“Yeah… he has a cold. I bought him some pills for him to get better.” In a way, Amita was playing dirty with Bob. She hadn’t told him about what kind of pills she had put in the little bottle she had given Alan.
“Oh, you’re very sweet.” He smiled and kissed a little spot in her forehead.
Amita wasn’t crying anymore, she was focused on something else. She confidently open her laptop again, clicked some icons and options in the screen, and soon her burner was working.
“Were you recording this?”
“Yeah… but I’m actually burning it into a DVD right now. Best fit, best quality.”
Bob laughed at her little smirk. “Well, well, well… It seems that Mr. Patrick Garner did leave a sequel here, in your little, sweet brain…”
“Yeah… He was useful, even after all he did to me. He taught me to be prepared for everything.” Amita answered. “But this was also very easy. Alan had forgotten his pills at the garage, so I had the chance to put the little camera there without no one suspecting of me.”
“Will you be forcing Charlie to come back with you using that video?”
“What? No, that would be stupid. I’d build a scandal. Charlie would probably quit his job because he gets so ashamed about everything… That’s one of the things that make him so adorable…” she muttered, smiling sweetly while she dreamed about the times when she was happy. “Anyways, he would still be with Colby.”
“So what are you going t-?”
“Oh, you’ll see, Bob. You’ll see.” She took the DVD she had burnt and waved it at Bob. They both stared at it, smiling. “This is for my personal collection.”
“Does watching them turn you on, you dirty little thing?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I think that if I see this enough, the idea of letting Charlie go will get into my head…”
“Hmmm. That’s funny. But there’s something that makes me curious about you, Amita,” Bob muttered with a serious tone of voice. “Why do you prefer watching that video when you can get some real sex yourself?”
When he gave her his wicked, dirty smile, she couldn’t help laugh sadly. She caressed his body and then sat on his chest. Finally, she leaned and kissed him deeply, all tongue and teeth, and he moaned under her touch.
At least Bob made her stop thinking about the men that had turned her life upside down and had completely messed up her mind.
At least she was still desirable for someone in the world.
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 10/?
Characters: Charlie/Colby, Amita/OMC.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Someone watches Charlie thank Colby for his help.
Feedback: I love feedback. Every comment is a cup of coffee that keeps me posting. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own the original aspects and any OCs.
Beta: The always amazing
irena_adler .
Previous chapter: Part 9 - "Supporting the family" (Charlie/Colby, Don, Amita, Alan, PG-13)
Holding on to a lie
Part 10: “The witnesses”
Colby was saying something that sounded somehow like a repressed moan. He was at Charlie’s mercy, walking backwards, until his back hit the wall, right beside the door. His lover didn’t stop; he was pressing his tongue into his mouth, cupping his face and caressing his hair, not wanting to let him go.
“Charlie…” he whispered in between kisses, while he blushed more and more. “Charlie…”
“Mmm… Colby…”
“Ahh, wait…”
“No…”
“Don’t you like it when I kiss you?”
“Yeah, of course I do, it’s just that...”
“When I kiss you like this… or… like this?” Charlie asked, while kissing his lover in different ways. First tenderly, then roughly.
Colby was definitely having problems to say whatever he wanted to say. Charlie was all over him, his hands firmly roaming his body in a very possessive manner. His fingers had reached Colby’s ass when the agent finally snapped, “Wait, stop.”
This time Charlie retrieved his hand, as well as his entire body from his lover. “What?”
During the next half minute, he and Colby looked at each other. The agent was flushed and a little breathless, his lips were swollen from the passionate kisses and his shirt was a little bit wrinkled.
None of them said a word.
So Charlie went towards Colby again, now taking a moment to admire Colby’s face very closely. “This is… I…” Charlie mumbled that and then he seemed to become speechless. The other man looked at him, his eyes watching every corner of Charlie’s face.
The next kiss was soft and calm. Colby was definitely relaxing, considering the way his arms hung around his body… He finally set down the mug he was holding. He reached for Charlie’s back, then for his neck, delightfully encouraging him to deepen the kiss…
Click.
“Damn it, Bob, don’t you see that I’m busy?! They’re about to have sex in the garage!”
“Bob? What happened to ‘Bobby’?”
“It turns to ‘annoying, unbearable Bob’ when you don’t let me watch them!”
Amita could hear Bob sigh behind her, but still, she didn’t move away from his lap. She didn’t even move the sheets that covered their bodies while they rested together on the bed. And she let her therapist touch her in any way he wanted, as long as he didn’t interrupt the show.
She reached for the laptop she had on her thighs. She pressed a key and the camera zoomed to Charlie and Colby kissing each other fervently against the wall.
Click.
The hand on the back of Charlie’s neck had tightened his grip, and now there was no space for air.
“No, no…” Colby said, unexpectedly, breaking the kiss again.
Charlie looked at him, gazed down his body, and then smiled as he ran his hand down Colby’s chest, then his abdomen, finally cupping his groin.
The other man, who had been silently watching that move, gasped at the sensation, as was expected. Colby’s breathing accelerated, but he still managed to whisper one more time, “No…” However, he reached for Charlie and kissed him again. “Yes…” he muttered when he broke the kiss.
“Is this some kind of… game? Because I can play, if you want me to…” Charlie watched his lover closely as he caressed his cock through his jeans. Slowly, Colby started moaning and gasping softly again. “This is good… very good…” the mathematician continued, biting his lip and he pressed his hand firmer against Colby’s groin. “I still owe you so much for what I did…”
“You… you don’t… owe me anything…” Colby whispered, pushing into his lover’s hand and holding to a shelf and the doorframe at the same time.
“Oh, yes, I do…”
Very carefully, Charlie undid Colby’s jeans and lowered the zipper. As he did it, he went down on his knees, always watching his lover’s reaction to his choices.
Click.
“Bob, I warn you, if you keep doing that, I…” Amita could feel Bob’s mouth kissing her neck.
“You’re beautiful… You’re such a desirable woman…” the old man said as he continued tracing open-mouthed kisses along her ear. “You like your Bobby, remember?”
“Ahh… I…” She knew she was clearly melting at the way she was being treated. Maybe Bob wasn’t her type and he was using him, but every time she got such pleasure from a man, no matter who he was, she gave up and let that man possess her completely.
While she enjoyed the way Bob knew how to touch her, she reached for the keyboard again…
Click.
“What do you want?”
“Huh?” Colby visibly held his breath and his eyes went wide open.
Charlie rephrased his question. “Tell me what you want, Colby.” He was still on his knees, in front of Colby’s open pants. “Or don’t say nothing at all, just like when we did this that time…I know what you need, anyway…”
“Charlie…”
“Shhh… There’s no need for you to talk…”
The mathematician ran his palms over Colby’s legs, focusing on his thighs and his hips. The bulge on his lover’s groin was growing immensely, and he stared at it while he applied some sweet pressure to the areas that surrounded it.
Finally, he leaned over and…
“No!” the agent said, leaning and putting his hands on Charlie’s shoulders, stopping him from going further. “I mean it this time.”
Charlie looked up like he wasn’t expecting that.
Click.
“What?! No, you can’t stop there, I need to see you!” Desperately, Amita got closer to the screen of her laptop, yelling at it while she pushed Bob away.
“Amita…” the man said. He seemed to be annoyed.
Yet, she could feel his hands roaming her naked back, tossing her hair to the side and leaving kisses all over her spine again. “Bob…” she warned him, but she also closed her eyes, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape from her lips.
Click.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie said as he got up. “I shouldn’t have done this… You are obviously uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that I don’t want this, because I do. It’s just that your Dad and Don are up there, you know…”
“I see,” Charlie muttered, placing his hands on Colby’s hips. “But they’re asleep…”
“Yeah, but still… they could hear us…”
“Hear you, you mean…” Colby blushed when Charlie smiled at his own words.
“Charlie…”
“They’re not going to hear anything. I’m the only one who’s going to listen to every little noise you make…”
Colby gasped at the statement, his eyes fixed on his lover’s mouth. “Still, your father’s not ok. I don’t think this is the moment or the place to do this…”
“Yeah, it’s definitely isn’t, you’re right about that. But… I really don’t want to stop now. Although I will if you really want me to.”
Colby made his decision very quickly. He held Charlie closer to his body and kissed him hard. A few seconds later, looking into Colby’s green eyes, Charlie sneaked a hand inside the other man’s boxers. The agent jumped in his place, smiling; Charlie had obviously touched him the right way.
Click.
“Oh, god…”
“Are you ok?”
Running a hand over her sweaty forehead, Amita turned around and looked at Bob. “Did you… see what they’re doing… right in this moment?”
Bob slowly nodded, like he wasn’t impressed by it. “They’re fucking.”
“Don’t say it like that. That’s not it. They’re… making… love.” She turned to the screen, letting little tears fall down her face. “That is sweet, tender… and what I used to have with Charlie in bed was nothing like that… In fact, it was absolutely nothing…”
Click.
“Yes, just relax, Colby… This is good. This is what you want, this is what I want… What’s wrong with that?”
Colby was biting his lip while Charlie’s skilled hand worked his length from base to tip.
“I’m hearing you… I’m hearing you gasp and say how much you want me right now inside your head…”
Charlie’s whispers were followed by Colby looking at him intensely, then leaning to give him a deep, slow, wet kiss.
“I love the garage. I’d love to do all kinds of things to you here… and then, on my desk at CalSci…” Charlie continued.
The gasp Colby made, and the way he broke the kiss, closing his eyes, seemed to have some meaning. He was sweating heavily, and he didn’t focus his eyes to Charlie anymore.
So Charlie muttered into his ear, “Do you like dirty talk, Colby?”
Colby suddenly came over his lover’s hand, gasping and pushing into Charlie’s palm. The mathematician watched every single expression in the other man’s face while he let him empty himself and have the release he had built up for him.
Click.
Tears were falling onto the sheets, from Amita’s face, while she watched Charlie’s face admire the way Colby came down from his arousal.
“It’s ok.”
She turned around. For a moment, she had forgotten that Bob was there. Now he was resting his head on her shoulder, and she was tightly holding his hand.
Amita stared at their entwined fingers. That hand should belong to Charlie. But that hand was giving Colby pleasure at the moment, at the garage of the Eppes residence.
As she wiped her tears, Amita saw how Bob leaning on the pillows, and she did it as well, resting on his chest. He caressed her hair as the end of the show arrived.
Click.
Charlie withdrew his hand from Colby’s boxers and slowly licked his fingers in front of his lover.
“What about… our deal? We were going to take it… slow…” Colby whispered while he watched the other man.
“I don’t really consider this…” he licked his index finger, “to be formally sex,” he licked his thumb. “The concept of it implicates, you know… the actual consummation of the act,” he explained, and he sucked his pinkie into his mouth.
“Oh… I guess that we’re going slow, after all…” Colby said, smiling. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed now.
“Yeah…” Charlie muttered, and he gave his lover a little kiss on the lips. “Thank you for everything you’re going for me and my family.”
Colby smiled widely. “You’re welcome. Although I feel like I’m the one who has to has to say ‘thank you.’”
As he went towards one of the desks, Charlie laughed happily. “I guess you do, even if I had my fun, too.” He took the mug full of coffee he had left there ten minutes ago, and sipped it slowly. “So…”
“Charlie, Colby, did you drink all the coffee already?” Don’s voice called them from another part of the house. In a second, Charlie arranged his hair with his fingers; Colby rapidly cleaned himself and he arranged his clothes and his hair, too. They walked out of the garage with their mugs, giving each other looks, like nothing had happened between them while Don and Alan were sleeping.
Click.
“So Charlie’s father is in bed?” Bob wanted to know when Amita closed her laptop.
“Yeah… he has a cold. I bought him some pills for him to get better.” In a way, Amita was playing dirty with Bob. She hadn’t told him about what kind of pills she had put in the little bottle she had given Alan.
“Oh, you’re very sweet.” He smiled and kissed a little spot in her forehead.
Amita wasn’t crying anymore, she was focused on something else. She confidently open her laptop again, clicked some icons and options in the screen, and soon her burner was working.
“Were you recording this?”
“Yeah… but I’m actually burning it into a DVD right now. Best fit, best quality.”
Bob laughed at her little smirk. “Well, well, well… It seems that Mr. Patrick Garner did leave a sequel here, in your little, sweet brain…”
“Yeah… He was useful, even after all he did to me. He taught me to be prepared for everything.” Amita answered. “But this was also very easy. Alan had forgotten his pills at the garage, so I had the chance to put the little camera there without no one suspecting of me.”
“Will you be forcing Charlie to come back with you using that video?”
“What? No, that would be stupid. I’d build a scandal. Charlie would probably quit his job because he gets so ashamed about everything… That’s one of the things that make him so adorable…” she muttered, smiling sweetly while she dreamed about the times when she was happy. “Anyways, he would still be with Colby.”
“So what are you going t-?”
“Oh, you’ll see, Bob. You’ll see.” She took the DVD she had burnt and waved it at Bob. They both stared at it, smiling. “This is for my personal collection.”
“Does watching them turn you on, you dirty little thing?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I think that if I see this enough, the idea of letting Charlie go will get into my head…”
“Hmmm. That’s funny. But there’s something that makes me curious about you, Amita,” Bob muttered with a serious tone of voice. “Why do you prefer watching that video when you can get some real sex yourself?”
When he gave her his wicked, dirty smile, she couldn’t help laugh sadly. She caressed his body and then sat on his chest. Finally, she leaned and kissed him deeply, all tongue and teeth, and he moaned under her touch.
At least Bob made her stop thinking about the men that had turned her life upside down and had completely messed up her mind.
At least she was still desirable for someone in the world.