The New Gravity | By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Charlie heard David retrieve his own shirt and walk out of
the garage. Charlie stood, trembling,
the chalk in his hand but unable to write anything. A long moment passed, and
still no David. Charlie
automatically began writing ‘3.14159265…’
Hands on his back and Charlie jumped. He hadn’t even heard David open the
door. David’s left arm wrapped around
Charlie, holding him tightly in place. David’s
right hand reached up and took the chalk, dropping it carelessly to the
floor.
“Dr. Eppes,” said David’s warm voice in his ear. “You need a good hard fucking.”
“Yes, I do,” Charlie said breathlessly.
Pushing Charlie’s hair aside, David kissed the back of
Charlie’s neck. His hands slid under
Charlie’s shirt. Each hand found a
nipple and began to pull and twist it.
Charlie groaned, sinking back against David.
David’s hands went lower and deftly unbuttoned Charlie’s
jeans. Slowly, they pulled the zipper
down, with only the lightest touch.
Charlie pushed his hips forward to try and strengthen the contact but
David took his hands away. Charlie gave
a frustrated grunt and moved back in position.
David returned to unzipping Charlie’s jeans then slid his
hands palm flat down Charlie’s hips, under the waistband of his jeans and his
underwear. He pushed them steadily down,
exposing Charlie’s cock and ass to the warm air of the garage. Slowly down Charlie’s thighs, over his knees,
along his shins until his jeans and underwear rested around his ankles, trapped
there by his tennis shoes.
Taking his hands away, David stood up. Charlie turned his head to look, wanting to
see David’s body again.
“Face forward,” David snapped.
Swallowing against the sudden jolt of adrenaline, Charlie turned
his face back to the chalkboard. He
could hear the little sounds of David unzipping his own jeans and shoving them
down. Then he felt David press against
his back and ass, his cock nestling between Charlie’s asscheeks. David was already rock hard.
“I’ve been hard all week,” David said, as if following
Charlie’s thoughts. “Just one thought of
you fucking my ass or sucking my cock and I’d be instantly stiff. I’ve had to go to the office bathroom and
jerk off, just to be able to concentrate on my job again.”
“Me too,” Charlie murmured.
“I don’t think the Math Department bathroom has ever seen so many orgasms
in a week.”
David moved back and squirted lube onto his fingers. He rubbed Charlie’s asshole with a wet, cold
finger. Charlie shivered and pressed his
forehead against the chalkboard. David’s
finger pressed slowly into Charlie, stopping often to allow Charlie to adjust.
“I bet I don’t have to warm you up a lot,” David said, his
voice hot on the back of Charlie’s neck.
“You’re just ready and waiting for me to fuck you, aren’t you?”
Charlie swallowed, unable to respond. David’s finger was stroking that sweet spot
inside of him, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
David slid a second finger inside and began to stretch his
fingers apart. Charlie desperately
wanted him to hurry, to get to the fucking, even though he knew intellectually
that he needed to be prepped. But it had
been such a long week …
It seemed like David was impatient too, since he soon pulled
both fingers out and Charlie heard the rip of the condom package.
Spreading his feet as far apart as he could with the
imprisoning jeans, Charlie closed his eyes.
Soon he felt the head of the cock at his ass then it was pushing in,
splitting him open, pouring fire and honey into his body. He moaned at the feeling of completeness that
he had feared he’d just imagined.
“God baby,” David groaned. “You feel so good, even better
than I remembered.”
“So good …” Charlie echoed as David began to slowly stroke
his ass.
David took Charlie’s hands and stretched them above his
head, pinning both hands there with one of his strong hands. David’s other hand gripped Charlie’s hip,
holding Charlie in place so he couldn’t push back into David’s strokes.
Charlie rubbed his face against the chalkboard, the cool
surface against his cheek a counterpoint to the searing heat consuming the rest
of his body.
“Charlie baby,” David murmured, his
mouth against Charlie’s hair. “My sweet baby, only for me.”
“Please,” Charlie begged incoherently.
Laughing low, David moved his hand around Charlie’s hip and
took a firm grip on Charlie’s aching cock.
The hand, still slick with lubricant, slid in perfect timing to David’s
thrusts into his ass.
Charlie moaned, the only warning he could manage that he was
close to orgasm. David sped up his
strokes until he was pounding into Charlie while pumping his cock. Charlie was slammed again and again into the
chalkboard. The board rattled against
the wall like the staccato writing rhythm of a perfectly flowing math equation.
“Yes,” Charlie
groaned and his orgasm burst through. He
pumped his cum across the chalkboard. At
the next instant, David groaned and Charlie felt a hot explosion in his ass as
David emptied himself deep inside him.
David rode him hard until the last drop was gone from both their
cocks.
Charlie’s legs trembled and only David’s hands kept him from
sinking to the floor.
“Chair,” Charlie gasped.
David pulled Charlie away from the chalkboard and, still
buried inside him, shuffled them both a few steps backwards. David collapsed into the papasan chair with Charlie
on his lap. They sat, entangled and
panting.
Charlie lay with his head back. David was running his fingers through
Charlie’s hair and murmuring softly.
Charlie clenched his ass to try and keep David’s cock inside him but it
soon softened and slid out.
He looked over at his cum splashed on the chalkboard. Even
after cleaning, that area’s never gonna take chalk again as well. Every time he worked in the garage now, he’d
have a tangible reminder of David. Not
that he thought he’d need any help remembering.
“Now that I’ve fulfilled one of your fantasies,” David said
in Charlie’s ear. “What do I get?”
“You get to fulfill another one,” Charlie responded.
David laughed and nudged Charlie off his lap.
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