[When Charlie meet Colby] Angels and devils
Title: Angels and Devils
Author: Uld_Ases
Chapter: 02/03
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas Numb3rs
Warnings/Squicks:
Summary: What they thought, what they learned, what they felt
Previous Chapters: 01
Notes: Written for the redgumballs community. Second part of the series "When Charlie meet Colby"
Beta(s): Swingandswirl
Graphics (size, and artist):
When Charlie invited him out after work, Colby's first thought was beers and pizza. When Charlie told him, after Colby picked him up, that they were going to a club, he was surprised but thought nothing about it. Charlie, with his curly hair, big brown eyes, and shy smile, was an angel; good, detached, harmless. That was before.
When Charlie appeared in his range of vision, Colby's brain overloaded. Charlie wore pants in black leather and a white jabot shirt. And if he always thought Charlie was an angel, he was the one of temptation.
The club was nice. Good music, good drinks, good service. They talked about a lot of things: music, art, sports, politics, family, school…
It's so easy, I think, to talk with Charlie, as I let my eyes wander to the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” Charlie asks.
“Maybe later, Charlie, the night is young, after all.” Charlie laughs softly and takes a draught of his cocktail.
“Professor Eppes?” Charlie looks at the unfamiliar young man.
“My god! Francis? How are you?” Charlie turns and tells me, “This is Francis Lancaster, a former student. Francis, this is Colby Granger, a friend of mine.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Granger.” I shake his hand and answer, “Nice to meet you too.” His eyes fall on Charlie, again.
“Do you want to dance, Professor?” Charlie looks at me and I nod. Charlie and Francis step on to the floor just for the next song. Slower, more sexy, for a dance as a prelude. My eyes never quit Charlie. And for the second time, my brain overloads. All my blood rushes south. Francis is behind Charlie, hands on his hips, his pelvis rubbing shamelessly against Charlie’s. Charlie's hands surround Francis while his head resting lazily in the hollow of Charlie’s neck.
“Charlie,” I whisper. Like he's heard me, Charlie looks at me, with a sneaky smile and a look of amusement and I understand. He's playing with me. He instigated it from the start. I rise, head for the dance floor, take Charlie by the hand and say, “My turn.”
Francis leaves with a “bye, Professor,” and I put my hand on Charlie’s lower back, forcing our bodies to connect. I barely keep back a moan but I hear a delicious sound coming from Charlie. I know, in this moment, he is a devil: a provocative, sexy, fuckable devil. And he is mine.
If he wants to play, who I am to argue? I tell him, whisper softly into his ear, what I want to do with him. Tonight and the days after. In my house, his house, against his blackboards at Calsci, on the desks in the FBI building, in deserted places or where we can be caught.
“Colby. If you don’t stop…” He can’t finish his sentence but I can see it's getting harder for him to keep his self-control.
“You began this, Charlie. You were teasing me.”
“I… I wasn’t sure if you would be interested and I don’t want to lose your friendship. You’re important to me.” I can’t believe this. Well, I can. I’m a little slow sometimes. I kiss him softly.
“I like you a lot, Charlie. I don’t know where we’re going…”
“Your apartment?” I laugh. “Are you sure? You know what I want to do with you here, right?”
“Oh God, yes! And I agree.”
“Good, let’s go.” I know when I leave the club that tonight will be unforgettable. I know when Charlie kisses me softly after undressing me that it isn't a one-night stand. I know when Charlie screams my name that I am caught.
And I can’t be happier.
Author: Uld_Ases
Chapter: 02/03
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas Numb3rs
Warnings/Squicks:
Summary: What they thought, what they learned, what they felt
Previous Chapters: 01
Notes: Written for the redgumballs community. Second part of the series "When Charlie meet Colby"
Beta(s): Swingandswirl
Graphics (size, and artist):
When Charlie invited him out after work, Colby's first thought was beers and pizza. When Charlie told him, after Colby picked him up, that they were going to a club, he was surprised but thought nothing about it. Charlie, with his curly hair, big brown eyes, and shy smile, was an angel; good, detached, harmless. That was before.
When Charlie appeared in his range of vision, Colby's brain overloaded. Charlie wore pants in black leather and a white jabot shirt. And if he always thought Charlie was an angel, he was the one of temptation.
The club was nice. Good music, good drinks, good service. They talked about a lot of things: music, art, sports, politics, family, school…
It's so easy, I think, to talk with Charlie, as I let my eyes wander to the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” Charlie asks.
“Maybe later, Charlie, the night is young, after all.” Charlie laughs softly and takes a draught of his cocktail.
“Professor Eppes?” Charlie looks at the unfamiliar young man.
“My god! Francis? How are you?” Charlie turns and tells me, “This is Francis Lancaster, a former student. Francis, this is Colby Granger, a friend of mine.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Granger.” I shake his hand and answer, “Nice to meet you too.” His eyes fall on Charlie, again.
“Do you want to dance, Professor?” Charlie looks at me and I nod. Charlie and Francis step on to the floor just for the next song. Slower, more sexy, for a dance as a prelude. My eyes never quit Charlie. And for the second time, my brain overloads. All my blood rushes south. Francis is behind Charlie, hands on his hips, his pelvis rubbing shamelessly against Charlie’s. Charlie's hands surround Francis while his head resting lazily in the hollow of Charlie’s neck.
“Charlie,” I whisper. Like he's heard me, Charlie looks at me, with a sneaky smile and a look of amusement and I understand. He's playing with me. He instigated it from the start. I rise, head for the dance floor, take Charlie by the hand and say, “My turn.”
Francis leaves with a “bye, Professor,” and I put my hand on Charlie’s lower back, forcing our bodies to connect. I barely keep back a moan but I hear a delicious sound coming from Charlie. I know, in this moment, he is a devil: a provocative, sexy, fuckable devil. And he is mine.
If he wants to play, who I am to argue? I tell him, whisper softly into his ear, what I want to do with him. Tonight and the days after. In my house, his house, against his blackboards at Calsci, on the desks in the FBI building, in deserted places or where we can be caught.
“Colby. If you don’t stop…” He can’t finish his sentence but I can see it's getting harder for him to keep his self-control.
“You began this, Charlie. You were teasing me.”
“I… I wasn’t sure if you would be interested and I don’t want to lose your friendship. You’re important to me.” I can’t believe this. Well, I can. I’m a little slow sometimes. I kiss him softly.
“I like you a lot, Charlie. I don’t know where we’re going…”
“Your apartment?” I laugh. “Are you sure? You know what I want to do with you here, right?”
“Oh God, yes! And I agree.”
“Good, let’s go.” I know when I leave the club that tonight will be unforgettable. I know when Charlie kisses me softly after undressing me that it isn't a one-night stand. I know when Charlie screams my name that I am caught.
And I can’t be happier.