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Balancing the Equation	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the light of the next morning, his solution seemed much
less easy.� Charlie felt inadequate
courting girls, where he at least knew some of the rules.� He had no idea how to seduce his brother�s male
co-worker.

Did he want to have sex with a man?� Well,
in the interest of research, there is no better way to understand Don�s
choices.� Charlie needed to find out
for himself what the appeal was.� He had
a vague idea of the basic mechanics of gay sex, and it didn�t seem that great.� Charlie liked women who were smart, sweet,
and soft. Men were smelly, coarse, and hard.�

Oh well, there wasn�t anything to do but engage in field
research.� Larry would be proud of him
for gathering data before forming a hypothesis.�
In theory, Charlie could approach Colby, but for some reason his mind
skittered away from that thought like a frightened animal.� It had to be David.

That morning, he had a free chunk of time, so he drove over
to the FBI office with his notebook of ideas on Don�s old racketeering
case.� As he got out of his car, he self-consciously
straightened his jacket and patted down his unruly hair.� Maybe he should have gone with a different
choice of outfits this morning.� The
green t-shirt under a sports jacket might not send the right message.� What
message would be the right one?� Would
you take me to bed and show me what Don liked so much?� Charlie sighed.� If only he could say that, but even he knew
that would be the wrong approach.� People
were so difficult.

When he got out of the elevator, Charlie just stopped and
watched the office for a moment.� Across
the office, he could see Don standing at a white-board, explaining Charlie�s
analysis to his gathered team.� David was
sitting on the edge of a table and Colby and Megan were seated in chairs
nearby.�� As Charlie watched, Don said
something that made them all laugh.

David does have a nice
smile.� Could that be part of the
appeal?� Charlie studied David, who was
wearing a charcoal grey suit with a dark grey tie.� He was probably a handsome man, though
Charlie wasn�t sure what criteria to apply.�
Charlie thought about what had made particularly good lovers in his past
� experience, enthusiasm, focus.� David
was at least experienced.� And he had
always struck Charlie as very focused, so he had at least two out of three in
significant portions.

Charlie felt someone looking at him � though that�s a physical impossibility � and glanced up to meet
Don�s eyes.� Don excused himself from his
team and came walking towards Charlie.

Lifting his head to try and project confidence, Charlie met
Don halfway.

�You okay?�� Don asked
quietly.

Charlie gave a quick nod and began walking with Don back
towards his side of the office.

Don relaxed and smiled and Charlie realized how worried Don
had been.� Charlie felt a small surge of
triumph that he could make his in-control brother anxious.� Maybe
I�ll have to play this out a little...

He was distracted from any plans of brother-torment by
David.� He stepped out of the door and
gave Don a raised eyebrow.�

�Charlie�s okay,� Don said quietly.

David nodded and smiled at Charlie.� �Good to see you then.�

�Yeah,� Charlie managed, then tore
his eyes from David�s full mouth.� What
would it be like to kiss a man?� Especially with a goatee?�
Whole horizons of possibilities were opening up before him and he was
damned if he was going to let Don have all the fun.

Don ...� Now Don could be a problem.� He would no doubt be very against Charlie
going after David.� Don still thought
Charlie was thirteen and needed to be protected against corrupting influences.� Well,
Don, what if you�re the corrupting influence?

�Something funny?�� Don asked him and Charlie realized he�d been
smiling.

�Just � thinking about this racketeering
problem.� The solution I came up
with is quite exciting.�

�Well, good.�� Don patted his shoulder.� �But right now I could really use your help
explaining these network flow patterns to the others.�

Charlie nodded and moved into teaching mode and all other
considerations were temporarily forgotten.

An hour later, Charlie found himself in the break room alone
with David.�

�Umm, David,� Charlie started then stopped, unsure what to
say.� Did he ask him for a date?�

David was waiting, one hand on the doorframe.

�Do you � want to go out for a beer after work?�� Charlie asked at last.

David�s eyebrows shot up. �A beer after
work?�

�Well, I don�t really like beer,� Charlie fumbled.� �But you could get a beer and I could get a
glass of wine or something.�

David looked at him for a moment and Charlie dropped his
eyes.

��What about Don and
Colby and Megan?�� David asked.

�Umm, uh ��
I was thinking just you and me.�
You�ve been working with Don for quite a while and we�ve never really �
talked.�

�No, we haven�t,� David said slowly.

�After work then?�

�Not tonight.� We�re
going to be running down leads for the Mason case until late.�

�Oh, okay.� Tomorrow?�

�I don�t know,� David laughed uncomfortably.� �Some other time.�

Charlie frowned but let it drop.� For now.

For the next week, whenever Charlie went to the FBI office,
David always seemed to be on the other side of the room, with at least one
other person always around.� Charlie was
stymied.

Even when he wasn�t at the office, Charlie often found his
brain wandering off.� He�d be talking to
his Advanced Mathematics class and notice the boy in the front row with a beard
and he�d start imagining David�s goatee against his cheek.� He�d be walking to his car and get distracted
by the sight of two muscular men playing basketball shirtless.� Most of the time, enough of his brain stayed
on task so that his mouth kept spouting math formulas or his feet kept moving
towards his car.

This distraction totally frustrated him.� He didn�t like not being in charge of his
brain.� The sooner he got this thing done
with David, the better.

The next day was a Saturday, but Don was working, so David
was probably too.� Charlie got his dad to
whip up a bunch of sandwiches and drove to the FBI office under the pretense of
delivering lunch.

Don and his team were delighted with the sandwiches and
encouraged Charlie to stay and eat with him.�
Charlie lingered in the break room until he saw David was alone in the
meeting room.

�Hi,� Charlie said.

David turned towards him.

Charlie said quickly, �Do you want to go out for that beer
or, rather, that beer and a glass of wine for me today?�� Yeah,
that was smooth.

David stared at him for a moment.� �Charlie, are you asking me out on a date?�

Charlie flushed.� �Kind of.�

�Is this because of the other morning, at Don�s apartment?�

�Kind of,� Charlie repeated.

David shook his head.�
�I don�t know what sort of ideas you have about me.�

�I�m just � curious.�

�No, Charlie, no.�� David shook his head again.� �Whatever idea you�ve got in mind � is a
really bad idea.�

�Why?��

�Well for one thing, your brother would kill me.�

�Don wouldn�t have to know.�

David laughed wryly.�
�Charlie, you�re about as transparent as glass.� And Don�s not stupid.� He�d figure it out in about two seconds, then
he�d come after me with a baseball bat.�

�He wouldn�t�� Charlie started, but
then Megan walked into the room and Charlie fumbled to a halt.� Megan looked at him curiously and Charlie
mumbled something about needing to go home and hurried out.

It was another week before Charlie managed to get David
alone again.� Charlie had just come out
of the elevator, when he saw David walking down the hall towards the file
room.� Attempting nonchalance, Charlie
followed.

David didn�t look up as Charlie opened the door to the file
room.� David was leaning over a file
drawer, a frown of concentration on his face.

Charlie shut the door behind him and stood with his back
against the door, watching David.� At the
silence, David looked up.

�Hi, Charlie,� David said warily, standing up.

�Hi,� Charlie responded and stepped towards David.

In four steps, he closed the gap between them and reached
for David.� His lips found David�s unerringly.� He�d barely touched those lips when David
jerked away.� David backed into a file
drawer and Charlie closed with him again.

David�s lips were warm and strong.� They moved underneath Charlie�s, kissing him
back.� Charlie stroked David�s cheek,
feeling the stiff hair of David�s beard under his thumb.� Charlie�s tongue ran along the seam of
David�s lips, requesting entrance.

Gasping, David pushed Charlie away.

Charlie growled in frustration.� �What�s wrong?�

�I don�t even know where to start,� David muttered.

�Am I that undesirable?��
Charlie asked plaintively.

David rolled his eyes.�
�It�s not that.�

�Then what?�� Charlie�s eyes were focused on David�s lips.� The small taste he�d gotten only whetted his
appetite.

�Your brother �� David started then
Charlie�s lips were on his again.�
Charlie�s tongue slipped inside David�s open mouth.� David�s tongue met swirled around it then
slid past into Charlie�s mouth.� David�s
hands found Charlie�s cheeks and held him firmly as his tongue explored
Charlie.� David pulled his tongue back
and sucked on Charlie�s lower lip.�

Charlie felt his body heating up and a warm flush growing in
his groin.� He pressed himself against
David and their bodies fit so easily together.�
Charlie had been worried about a lack of softness but David�s muscular
firmness felt right against him.�
Charlie�s fingers wandered down David�s back.

With a loud groan, David put his hands on Charlie�s chest
and shoved him away.� Charlie stumbled
backwards against a file cabinet.

They held on to their respective cabinets for a moment,
gasping and staring at each other.

Finally David spoke.� �You
really are a selfish bastard.� You don�t
care that if I let you � do this, your brother will put a bullet in my brain.�

�Don wouldn�t do that,� Charlie said confidently.

�Maybe not, but he�d put a bullet in my kneecap.� And he�d ruin my career.�

�He wouldn�t �� Charlie said with less confidence.

�Oh yes, he would.� He
really would.��

Charlie saw the hard certainty in David�s face.� Don
wouldn�t � would he?

David straightened up.�
�Don�t try this again,� he snapped.�
He turned and stalked out of the office.

Charlie stared after him, his body trembling with painful
arousal.� Kissing David had been so much
more than he imagined.�� His mouth still
felt the pressure of David�s, his body the firm length of David�s body.� Before, it had been research and rebalancing
his equation with Don.� Now, his body
sang with need and desire and he knew there was no going back.
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