It Changes Everything | By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 4228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was late in the morning when their bodies were finally
spent and they had to stop, for now. The
floor in the bathroom was covered in water from their laughing attempts at
co-showering. Pillows and bunched-up
blankets were scattered everywhere.
Colby’s body ached with a deep but pleasant exhaustion. They ended up on the bare mattress, the
sheets long ago ripped off. Colby stared
muzzily at the ceiling and Charlie lay against his chest, idly drawing symbols only
he could see on Colby’s skin.
After a long agreeable silence, Charlie murmured, “Did David
tell you how I found out about him and Don and you?”
“Yeah,” Colby said, looking down at Charlie. “You came to
Don’s apartment and found David there.
They told you about Watson.”
“Um-hmm,” Charlie continued, his
eyes on his invisible writing. “I didn’t
understand it at all, and I felt I really needed to understand it. I knew at the time that, in theory, I could
approach you. That I
could ask you to show me what was so great about … sex with guys.”
Colby’s eyebrows shot up.
“But?”
Charlie shrugged one shoulder and looked up at Colby. “But
the idea terrified me. I focused
entirely on David. I think now that I
discarded the idea of approaching you because I knew that … being with you
would mean something entirely different than with David.”
“How so?”
“Sex with David is fun – God, it’s
fun – but it’s on a purely physical level.”
Charlie smiled at the memory. “He
wants me and I want him and we give each other a ton of pleasure.”
Colby looked away, gritting his teeth in jealousy.
Charlie gently turned Colby’s face back towards his and made
Colby meet his eyes. “With you, it’s
different. You make me feel incredible,
better than incredible.” He fumbled with
his words but pressed on, “When we … it’s not just sex. It’s like having sex with our bodies and our
souls. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes,” Colby managed hoarsely.
“Okay, maybe not the first round,” Charlie grinned. “That
was all sex.”
Colby’s lips quirked. “Sex and way too long
waiting.”
Charlie’s face went quiet and took on his “trying to figure
people out” expression again. Colby
smiled, knowing that it could be a while, and crawled out from underneath him.
“We need food,” Colby declared. He walked into the bathroom and splashed his
face with water. He looked at himself in
the mirror and saw a happy, relaxed Colby looking back at him. It had been years since he’d seen that Colby.
Trying not to think too much about anything, Colby wandered
into his kitchen. He examined the
contents of his fridge and decided that he could make omelets. He put his head back in the bedroom to find
Charlie in the same position he’d left him.
“Do you like omelets?” Colby asked.
“You can cook?” Charlie said, as if the idea never occurred
to him.
“A little,” Colby said.
“Can’t do take-out all the time.”
“I make a decent spaghetti sauce,” Charlie said, climbing
out of bed.
“Well, nothing to make that with,” Colby said, “so it’s
gotta be omelets or … something else that’s mostly eggs.”
“Omelets are fine,” Charlie said, smiling. “Got any cheese?”
“Hmm?” Colby asked, distracted by
the naked Charlie walking towards him.
“Cheese, G-Man,” Charlie laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Colby said.
“And ham and some tomatoes that look okay.”
“Sounds good.” Charlie brushed by
Colby and went to sit down at Colby’s small dining room table. He leaned his elbows on the table and looked
at Colby.
“Come on,” Charlie said.
“I wanna see you cook naked.”
Colby raised his eyebrows.
“Finding a new fetish?”
“Dunno,” Charlie said.
“Can you have a person-fetish?”
Yeah, Charlie,
Colby wanted to say. It’s called love.
Instead Colby said, “Want to see a trick a buddy taught me?”
“Just as long as it can be done naked.”
Colby laughed at Charlie’s single-mindedness and opened the
egg carton to see how many he had. Enough for a few misses. He got out a mixing bowl and a butcher
knife. He held the knife edge-up above
the bowl and took an egg from the carton.
“Watch!” Colby said and tossed the
egg into the air.
When Charlie came over the next night at 8 PM, Colby took
the early arrival as a sign and steeled himself. He needed to do this. Needed to take that next
frightening step. Colby took a
deep breath and blew it out his nose.
Charlie looked at him curiously.
Colby cleared his throat and said, “How about we go out to a
movie tonight and dinner? Somewhere public?”
Charlie raised his eyebrows.
“Colby, are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yes … if you want to.”
Charlie smiled.
“You’ve done it all backwards.
First you tell me you love me, then I move in,
then we have sex, then you ask me out on a date?”
An answering smile formed on Colby’s lips. “Well, when you’re chasing the great Charles
Eppes, you have to be a little unconventional.”
“Who’s chasing?”
“I’m chasing,” Colby said, stepping closer to Charlie.
“Well,” Charlie said, closing the remaining space between
them and slipping his arms around Colby’s neck.
“You caught me.”
“Yeah,” Colby said softly, still astonished by the miracle
of it.
“Now that you’ve caught me,” Charlie said impishly. “What are you going to do?”
“Hmm.” Colby wanted to appear with
Charlie outside the apartment, do the normal ‘couple’ things, prove to Charlie that it wasn’t all about sex. Still, that didn’t mean it couldn’t be any about sex … Colby slid his hands down Charlie’s
back to his ass. “Many ideas come to
mind, very few which can be done in public.”
Charlie grinned and ruffled Colby’s hair. “There's always later movie
showings.”
Colby pulled Charlie against his already warming body. “And all night diners.”
“Probably even early morning movie showings somewhere,”
Charlie fired back.
“Or late morning showings.”
“And lunch,” Charlie said. “Or an afternoon snack.”
Colby laughed with a joy that threatened to burst his chest and
leaned down to kiss Charlie.
Charlie returned his kiss then leaned back. Charlie’s face was serious.
“What’s wrong?” Colby
asked, his joy dimming.
“I need to warn you,” Charlie said softly. “I’m very greedy.” His eyes fixed on his fingers stroking
Colby’s neck. “I’m not going to be
willing to share you. I want all of you,
all the time, the good and the bad and the messy.”
Colby’s throat tightened with emotion. “You’ve got me. I’m all yours.”
“I mean, I mean … an exclusive relationship,” Charlie said,
even softer. “No
David, no Don, no … anybody else.”
His eyes met Colby’s and Colby caught his breath at the fear in those
big brown eyes. “Is that too much to ask?”
“Oh, angel,” Colby groaned, hugging Charlie tightly. “It’s not too much to ask. You’re more than enough for me. I just hope that I’m enough for you.”
Charlie gave a shaky laugh.
“There’s a lot of you.”
Colby pulled back from the hug. “But I’m not smart. I don’t know what you’re talking about most
of the time. I have a scary job with
crazy hours and a lousy salary. I have a
past that’s pretty ugly and a future that’s uncertain and not much to offer
someone who’d no doubt win the Nobel prize for Math if there was one and—“
Charlie put a finger on Colby’s lips. “You know that working definition I was
talking about that first morning I stayed over?” Charlie paused, gathering himself. “Well, it has stood up to empirical study and
the scrutiny of my peers - at least Larry - and I can confidently declare it
validated.”
Colby stared at him for a moment than his eyes grew wide.
“You mean …”
“I mean,” Charlie said shyly. “I love you.”
“No shit?” Colby
gasped.
Charlie grinned. “No
shit.”
Colby’s joy burst out of his chest and lit up his world with
warm yellow light. He whooped and spun
Charlie around.
“I love you too, my wonderful Charlie,” Colby cried then
scooped Charlie up into his arms.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Colby’s neck, smiling wide enough to
split his face in half.
“And when I get through with you tonight,” Colby said,
carrying Charlie towards the bedroom, “there isn’t going to be a single cell in
your body that doubts it.” Colby growled playfully as Charlie started to speak,
“Don’t tell me how many cells that is.”
Colby pushed open the bedroom door, dropped the laughing
Charlie right in the middle of their bed and shut the door behind them.
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