Snippet: Charlie was staring searchingly at him while Ian put an arm around his hip and brushed the dark curls out of his forehead with his free hand. "Say yes," Ian whispered.
Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Spoiler: Sniper Zero, Toxin, Two daughters, Spree, Hot Shot
Setting: Season one to Season three
Warnings: Slash, sex, bad words
Author's note: Written for the Numb3rs New Year Challenge. I'm answering the prompts of Truthwritaslies: 1. How they got together and 2. A fight bad enough that they're on the verge of breaking up, but something happens and they get back together (though that's only minor)
Beta:cpwatcher, thank you!
Disclaimer: I'm not making money with this fanfic. The TV-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.
It was after things had calmed down. The team was sitting together in a bar near the FBI head office. Don had brought along Charlie. David and Terry, who had met Ian on their way out of the FBI building, had invited the sniper. They were celebrating the fact that Sniper Zero was gone and the people of LA could take a deep breath again. They were also celebrating the fact that Charlie was still alive. The bar, although small and rustic, was full and loud. Ian looked over the table to Charlie, who was sitting opposite him, and caught his eyes. Questioningly, he raised his eyebrows. Charlie blushed and ducked his head. Ian permitted himself a knowing grin and laughed loudly when Don and Terry did. He didn't know what David had told them, and he wasn't interested either. He was concentrating on Charlie who was making an effort to evade his looks and ignore him. Ian had felt Charlie watch him since his participation in the case began. Until now, he'd wanted to let the professor make the first move, but time was running out. Ian would fly to Washington tomorrow. Fugitive Recovery needed him there.
Ordinarily, Ian was not the kind of guy who lived in a relationship. He had one-night stands with both women and men and valued the liberty it gave him. He was away too much to be able to satisfy a partner long-term. He only began a relationship if the solitude got too overwhelming or he happened to be at a place for a longer stretch of time. However, they usually ended when the reality of his job caught up with him.
Ian had immediately been interested in Charlie. The dark curls (which Ian appreciated on men and women), the dark eyes, and the boyish face, had caught him at first sight. The intellect and the way he kept challenging Ian had only made Don's brother more interesting. Charlie was complicated and stubborn. Pursuing him would be a challenge. Ian loved challenges. And after the excitement which the hunt had given him within the last few days, he also needed sex. Charlie playing coy acknowledged his interest. The only thing lacking now was the opportunity to take things a little further. It presented itself when the team decided to go home. Terry, who had held back on the alcohol like Ian, offered to drive Don, David and Charlie home. Ian reacted. "My hotel's in Pasadena. I'll give Charlie a lift."
Don scrutinized him sceptically, as if he felt the need to assess him completely anew as soon as the security of his little brother was involved, and nodded. "Okay," he said. Charlie was also agreeing with a nod and Ian knew that he'd won. In the parking lot, he was moving slowly enough toward his car to give the others the chance to drive off. Ian had parked on the edge of the lot. A group of teenagers sitting on the asphalt had chosen his car as a back rest but they ran away as soon as they saw Ian approaching, leaving several empty beer bottles behind.
Charlie joined him, his bag slung over one shoulder. "I'm not sure that they should even be out at this time of night," he said, obviously trying to start a conversation. Ian nodded slowly, deciding that a direct approach would be best. He went to the front passenger door and opened it.
However, when Charlie tried to get in, Ian manoeuvred his body between the smaller man and the door. Before Charlie was able to say anything, Ian was pressing him with his body against the car, staring down at him. "Charlie," he said softly, "two possibilities. One: I'll drive you home and we'll never talk about this again. Two: you're coming with me."
He brushed through the dark hair with a hand, pressing himself closer to Charlie to let him feel that he was aroused, leaving no doubt as to his intentions. Charlie stared at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. "Uh …," he said.
"Nothing's going to happen unless you want it to," Ian whispered, digging his fingers into Charlie's curls to gently force him to look at him. "Say yes."
Charlie swallowed deeply. "I …" When Charlie hesitated once more Ian caught his lips in a gentle but demanding kiss. He wound an arm round Charlie's hip and pulled him closer, shoving a leg between those of the professor, and then pressed him to the car again. Surprised, Charlie panted into the kiss and Ian used the opportunity to deepen it. Charlie, who tasted like beer and peanuts, was trembling. Ian couldn't say whether it was because of the kiss, the cool evening air or the cold metal of the car at his back. But he cuddled up to the younger man, trying to share body heat. His tongue found Charlie's, persuading it to return the kiss. Ian's thigh pressed gently up against Charlie's cock and he tightened his grip in Charlie's hair when he felt the beginnings of an erection. Charlie's bag fell to the ground with a muffled sound and Ian once again became aware of their surroundings. He broke the kiss reluctantly and looked round. They were standing in the shadow of a house. Nobody seemed to have seen them. Charlie was breathing heavily, one hand gripping the collar of Ian's jacket tensely as if he wanted to stop Ian from leaving, or himself from falling down. He looked at Ian with a mixture of admiration and excitement. "Yes," he said softly.
Ian's hotel room was small and the furniture cheap. The FBI paid for only a certain degree of luxury and Ian was content enough not to pay for more. Ian's laptop and some advertisements for LA were spread out on the small desk under the window. His clothes were folded neat and tidy in his suitcase - he never unpacked them since he didn't think that it was worthwhile - and the plane ticket for the next day was lying on the bedside table. Condoms and lube were waiting in the drawer but Ian decided to leave them there for the time being, when he entered with a nervous Charlie. He left the ceiling light, with the uncomfortably glaring bulb, turned off and instead switched on the small lamp on the bedside table of the double bed which threw a considerably more cozy light. Charlie entered the room and hesitantly closed the door. The professor was excited enough to stare out of the window and talk about a mathematical problem through the whole drive over here, that was called P vs. NP ... or N vs. PN ... Ian hadn't really listened. He put the car keys on the bedside table. Charlie was standing next to the bed as if he didn't know what he should do, a hand clenching the strap of his bag. Ian didn't know whether Charlie had experience with men. Perhaps he was only being shy. Ian stepped up to him and threw his leather jacket over the chair by the desk. He took the bag away from Charlie and put it on the end of the bed. When he turned round to Charlie again, a short laugh escaped him at the tense facial expression the professor wore. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, "Don't look at me as if I'd take out the saw any minute."
Charlie swallowed hard and nodded. "I'm just -- nervous."
"You want to do this, right?" Ian asked earnestly.
Charlie nodded hastily. "Right. I …" He nodded again. "Yeah."
"Good," Ian answered. He stepped up to Charlie and kissed him again. His hand on Charlie's back was pulling the smaller man closer and then it glided under the T-shirt, teasing its way towards the seam of the jeans. Charlie seemed to decide that he was being too passive because he put his hands on Ian's shoulders and then let one glide down Ian's chest, brushing over a nipple with his thumb. Ian smiled. "He knows how it works," he murmured, appreciating the stimulation. Charlie ignored him. He went to the tips of his toes, deepening the kiss, before he pulled Ian's T-shirt out of his jeans, brushing his hand over warm skin. Ian shoved his hand under Charlie's jeans and the boxer shorts. Charlie panted, pressing up to Ian, and then he stepped away, forcing the agent to pull his hand out of Charlie's pants. Charlie shed his T-shirt, dropping it to the ground. Ian mirrored him and then opened his jeans. Only a minute later he was pushing a completely naked Charlie on to the bed. Charlie was lying under him and wrapped his legs around Ian's hips. Their erections touched and Charlie gasped softly. Ian kissed the first sweat of arousal off Charlie's forehead and started to dry hump him, building a constant rhythm. One hand sank into Charlie's dark curls while he opened the bedside table drawer with the other one. Charlie's hands were resting on Ian's back, constantly seeking more friction. When Ian dropped condoms and the lube on the bed, Charlie turned his head and stopped his movements. Ian paused as well and kissed Charlie's lips, this time more softly. "Have you ever been with a man before?"
Charlie looked up at him. "A long time ago," he answered.
"How long?" Ian asked, opening the tube of lube and squirting some onto his hand.
"Eight years," Charlie answered.
Ian clenched a fist around the lube in his palm to warm it up, and then he shoved a hand between their bodies. "You know how it works, then," Ian said. Charlie's lips curled up into a smile and he nodded. He closed his eyes, arching his back, when Ian penetrated him with a finger. His body tried instinctively to get away, but Ian was still pinning him down with his body, with Charlie's legs wound around his hips, and Charlie could hardly move. Ian kissed him, trying to calm him down and rolled his hips to re-ignite Charlie's arousal. It was difficult to move with his hand between their bodies though, until Charlie's legs let go of Ian's hips. Charlie began pressing his heels into the mattress to spread his legs further, and Ian suddenly had more space to move. He made use of it by adding another finger. Charlie cried out quietly, his hands clenching in the blanket, when Ian touched his prostate. Ian moved his fingers carefully, preparing Charlie for the penetration as good as possible. He pressed a gentle kiss on Charlie's collarbone and supported his forehead on Charlie's shoulder, as he started to fuck him with a third finger.
"Ian," Charlie panted softly, "Oh." Charlie put his hands around Ian's neck, rubbing over the dark hairline there. He whimpered and pushed his hips up, looking for friction with Ian's body. He found Ian's erection and the agent groaned, answering the pressure until Charlie was pinned to the mattress again. Ian pulled him into a deep kiss, whispering "Shh" into Charlie's mouth, and leant their foreheads against each other. Charlie looked up at him, the brown eyes focused completely on Ian's. Ian removed his fingers and opened one of the condoms. He pulled Charlie into a new kiss and waited until the other man had put his legs on Ian's shoulders before he penetrated him gently. Ian swallowed Charlie's soft cry with a kiss, clenching his hands around Charlie's shoulders, and did his best not to come right away. Charlie was tight. Too tight. And judging by the short pants which found their way past their kiss, Charlie could barely breathe. Ian tried to shift some of his weight off Charlie but Charlie's hands dug into Ian's sweaty hair and held him tight when Ian tried to break the kiss. "Don't," Charlie whispered. His legs slipped down to wrap around Ian's chest and he breathed a little more easily. Ian didn't move until both of them were breathing more calmly, waiting until Charlie stopped the kiss and nodded at him. Ian built up a slow rhythm, taking care not to hurt Charlie. Charlie's hands scrabbled to hold onto Ian's shoulders and he dug his fingers into the muscles before he arched his back.
Ian's hand found Charlie's cock and started to jerk him off. His other hand sank into Charlie's damp hair and forced him into a heated kiss which Charlie answered just as passionately. Ian moved faster, sweat dripping into his eyes. "Charlie," he whispered, panting, when he felt the other man tense up. Charlie bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Charlie." It was permission and Charlie came with a cry. His orgasm drove Ian over the edge as well and he came with three more deep thrusts into Charlie's body before he collapsed onto him. He panted into the blanket. Charlie's legs landed on the bed with a muffled sound and Ian wanted to move off him, but Charlie held on. Ian raised his head and propped himself up with an arm next to Charlie to be able to look into his eyes. Charlie was smiling, his brown eyes sparkling and his otherwise pale face was sweaty, the cheeks reddened. Ian brushed some astray damp curls from Charlie's forehead. "You are beautiful," he said.
Charlie laughed. "You're just saying that because you had an orgasm a minute ago."
"Maybe," Ian answered and licked the salty sweat off Charlie's cheek, "but it's true." He got up and removed the condom, throwing it into the garbage can in the small bathroom. He looked into the mirror while he was washing his face with cold water. "I'll give you a lift home!" he called into the other room. He considered jumping into the shower, then postponed it until the next morning with a shrug. When he returned to the bedroom, Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He was already wearing his jeans. Ian put on his own jeans and t-shirt, then his jacket. He gave Charlie a questioning look while the younger man was smoothing out his t-shirt. "You okay?" he asked.
Charlie looked up to him and smiled. "Sure." They were silent while they were heading for the car and the drive to the house was silent for the most part, too, only interspersed with Charlie's directions. When Ian stopped and cut the engine in front of the dark house, Charlie sighed. "Thanks."
Ian nodded. Since he'd succeeded with the direct approach the first time, he decided to use it now, too. "I'm not looking for the love of my life, Professor. We were just having fun. You knew that, right?"
"Sure," Charlie answered. He shrugged. "I just think …" He hesitated. "I'm going to miss you," he said finally.
Ian grinned, feeling strangely flattered. "I'll see you around." He put a hand on Charlie's neck and pulled him into a short, damp kiss.
"Or you could call me," Charlie said before he smiled and got out. Ian waited until he was in the house before he returned to the hotel. He had a feeling that Charlie hadn't meant the last remark seriously.
Ian wasn't the kind of guy who called and Charlie was smart enough to know that.