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It Changes Everything: Charlie	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 7 � Charlie plus
Colby equals what?

Charlie got to the end of his equations, but he didn�t know where
to go from here.� If he added up the
Charlie variable and the Colby variable, what did he get?

He couldn�t exactly ask Colby, �Am
I in love with you?�� Maybe, though, he
could offer Colby some of his thoughts and see where it went.

Charlie gathered his courage and said, �Did David tell you
how I found out about him and Don and you?�

�Yeah,� Colby said. �You came to Don�s apartment and found
David there.� They told you about
Watson.��

Charlie felt Colby put an arm under his head so he could
look down at Charlie, but Charlie kept his eyes on his invisible writing, not
sure he wouldn�t lose his nerve if he looked up.

�Um-hmm,� Charlie responded.�
�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.�

�But?�� Colby�s voice was tight.� Charlie looked up to see that Colby�s eyes
were wary.

Charlie tried for a casual shrug.� �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.�� And I was right, dead right.

�How so?�

�Sex with David is fun � God, it�s
fun � but it�s on a purely physical level.��
Charlie smiled, remembering hours of glorious entertainment.� �He wants me and I want him and we give each
other a ton of pleasure.��

Wrong thing to say,
Charlie realized too late as Colby looked away from him, his jaw clenched.� Colby must now think that Charlie saw him as
just another playmate.� Nothing could be
farther from the truth � whatever the truth was.

Charlie touched Colby�s cheek and turned his face back to
meet Charlie�s eyes.� �With you, it�s
different.� You make me feel incredible,
better than incredible.� When we � it�s
not just sex.� It�s like having sex with
our bodies and our souls.� Does that make
any sense?�� Charlie winced internally at
the banality of his statement, but Colby at least seemed mollified.

�Yes,� Colby said, sounding as if it had made more sense to
him than it had to Charlie.

Charlie thought a little bit more, then
grinned.� �Okay, maybe not the first
round.� That was all sex.�

Colby smiled, the memory of it in
his eyes.� �Sex and way
too long waiting.�

But was that all?� Just the anticipation?� Charlie returned to writing his equations,
hoping that an answer would be in the numbers somewhere.

Colby stirred underneath him.� Begrudgingly, Charlie rolled onto his back
and let Colby climb off the bed.

�We need food,� Colby declared, and walked out of the
room.�

Charlie stared at the ceiling, but the blank ceiling offered
no insights.� Why do you need insights, anyway?�
You�re overthinking again.

Colby called from the bedroom doorway, �Do you like
omelets?�

Charlie stirred from his contemplation and sat up. He was
starving.� �You can cook?�

�A little,� Colby said.�
�Can�t do take-out all the time.�

Charlie smiled and climbed out of the bed.� �I make a decent spaghetti sauce,� he said,
stepping around pillows, used towels, and piles of blankets.

�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.� �Got any cheese?�

�Hmm?� Colby asked.

Charlie laughed, thrilled again by his hitherto unknown ability
to entrance someone by his naked body.�
�Cheese, G-Man.�

�Yeah, yeah,� Colby said.�
�And ham and some tomatoes that look okay.�

�Sounds good.� Charlie brushed by
Colby�s naked body without a kiss or touch, a sign of how hungry he was, and went
to sit down at Colby�s small kitchen table.

The white plastic chair was cold against his naked body but
Charlie didn�t mind.� He leaned his chin
on his hands and looked at Colby.� Colby
was framed by the bedroom door, his broad shoulders nearly spanning the width
of the doorway.� Charlie wished he had a
camera, and could record this perfection of manhood in this precise moment.

�Perfection� was a pretty strong word, but Charlie was
rapidly becoming obsessed with Colby�s body.�
Okay, he was already fully obsessed.�
He wanted his hands, his mouth, his eyes always
on that body.� Charlie�s own body
languidly reminded him of the things that Colby had already done to him.�� Nothing in Charlie�s life had prepared him
for the last eighteen or so hours.� He
didn�t know how many more orgasms he or Colby had in them, but he was hoping
there was at least one more each �

Charlie smiled at Colby.�
�Come on, I wanna see you cook naked.�

Colby raised his eyebrows.�
�Finding a new fetish?�

Fetish � Maybe that�s
what it is, not love.� Fetish was
safe, quantifiable.� �Dunno.� Can you have a person-fetish?�

Colby gave him a look that Charlie should probably have been
able to interpret, but Colby just said, �Want to see a trick a buddy taught
me?�

�Just as long as it can be done naked.�� Charlie felt stupid and shallow as soon as
the words left his mouth, but Colby just laughed.

Colby got out eggs, a bowl and a knife.� �Watch!� he said then tossed an egg into the
air.� It came down right on the knife
edge, splitting neatly, the insides going into the bowl and the broken shell
still sticking to the knife.

�Cool,� Charlie said, resisting the urge to explain why such
a feat was possible with surface tension and fluid dynamics.

Colby smiled and tossed another egg.� This one didn�t land as nicely and Colby had
to pick some pieces of eggshell out of the bowl.�

Charlie just watched as Colby added more eggs and then the
tomatoes, cheese, and ham.� He enjoyed
the way the muscles in Colby�s arms flexed as he stirred the mixture, the way
his leg muscles moved as he walked to the stove.� As Colby cooked the omelet, Charlie�s eyes
went to the package between Colby�s legs.�
He hadn�t yet gotten the chance to get up-close-and-personal like he�d
wanted to with that cock.� David had
indulgently let Charlie explore his cock once, and Charlie wanted to compare.

Forget comparing Colby�s cock, he wanted to adore it.

Colby finished up the omelet and got out two plates.� Charlie was amused to see that Colby had a
full set of nice, matching stoneware plates.�
Wonder if he got them or was a
present from a hopeful mom for her son entertaining girls.

Charlie pushed the question of Colby�s family aside.� It belonged in that big box labeled �Colby�s
past� that Charlie was afraid to open.

He was happily diverted by Colby putting a plate of
delicious smelling food in front of him.�
Colby also set down a fork and a napkin.

�OJ?�� Colby asked.

�Please,� Charlie said.

Colby got both of them a glass of orange juice and they ate
in comfortable silence.

�This is good,� Charlie said.

�Pretty basic stuff,� Colby replied.� �Bachelor�s food.�

�Still.�� Better
than I can do.� Then again, I�ve never
lived by myself, not really.�

Charlie looked across the small table at Colby who was
eating his own half of the omelet.� Colby
seemed distracted, chewing his food thoughtfully.� Charlie wanted Colby to look up, to smile at
him.� One
smile of approval from Colby is beginning to have the same electric effect on
me as � he realized with a start � as
one from Don.� A smile which warmed
him, embraced him, made him want to do anything it
took to get another such smile.� Was it
possible that Colby in such a short time�

Charlie shook himself, cutting off his own thoughts as well
as he could.� You�re sitting here naked in a room with the most gorgeous man you�ve
ever seen, who not only is also naked, but seems to
like you.� Get your head back into the now.

Quickly, Charlie finished his omelet and set down his
fork.� He slid out of his chair onto the
cool linoleum floor.�

�Charlie?� Colby said in alarm and began to scoot his chair
back.

�Stay still,� Charlie commanded.� He crawled underneath the table and pushed
Colby�s naked knees apart.� He tried to
move in between them and bumped his head on the underside of the table.� �Okay,� he relented.� �Scoot back a little.�

Colby pushed his chair back and looked down at Charlie, a
question on his face.� Charlie ignored
him and pushed Colby�s legs back apart.�
He slid in between Colby�s knees and focused on the object of his pursuit
-- Colby�s cock, lying dormant against his body.� This time, Charlie was going to take the time
to thoroughly enjoy that thick cock, lavish all the attention on it that it
deserved.�� He licked his lips and moved
in.

They spent a lazy day together.� For the sake of warmth and comfort, they
pulled on some clothes.� Getting out some
board games, they followed their usual agreement of one game of Chess to one
game of Scrabble.� They were both
improving and the wins were growing slightly less lop-sided.�

As usual, the Scrabble game involved yanking out the
dictionary.� Colby had invested in the
Official Scrabble Player�s Dictionary, so he could turn aside any of Charlie�s
complaints about reliable dictionaries.� Charlie
totaled up the scores in his head while still insisting that �pognophobia� was
a valid word, and Colby teased Charlie for knowing the word for �fear of
beards.�

After Scrabble, Charlie picked up his folders from the
entranceway and told Colby about his latest theory for Don.� Colby asked him just one question, but it
completely reframed the problem, sending Charlie off on a new and more
productive path.� Colby sat on the couch
and watched TV while Charlie lay across his lap and scribbled madly in his
notebook.

When Charlie was done, he looked up to tell Colby and
realized that Colby had, sometime before, turned off the TV and closed his
eyes.� Charlie got up and snagged a throw
from the back of the chair.� Kissing
Colby�s cheek and murmuring softly, Charlie got Colby to lay flat on the couch
without really waking up.� Charlie lay
down on top of him and pulled the blanket over them both.� Charlie lay with his chin in his hands on
Colby�s chest, watching Colby�s face.�

Sometimes, when Colby was awake, his past showed in his
face, shadows of terrible things seen and done.�
Charlie would try to tease or joke those shadows away, but wasn�t always
successful.� Occasionally, Charlie woke
in the middle of the night to see those shadows on Colby�s sleeping face too,
and Charlie knew that Colby was having a nightmare.� Charlie would talk softly to him and stroke
his cheek, breaking his self-imposed rules about touching Colby.� It had never failed to soothe Colby, and soon
his shadows would fade and he would look as he did now � young and at
peace.� Charlie curled his hand against
Colby�s throat, feeling the throb of his pulse.�
What had Colby done without him to banish the nightmares?� Charlie closed his eyes and the steady rise
and fall of Colby�s breathing lulled him to sleep.

Charlie opened his eyes an hour later, waking to what seemed
like a pleasant dream.� Colby was
watching him, running his fingers through Charlie�s hair.� Colby smiled at him, and with delight,
Charlie remembered that this wasn�t a dream.�
He kissed Colby warmly and they made slow, sensuous love on the couch.� Charlie found himself on the bottom, under
Colby�s solid body, and he wrapped his legs around Colby and dug his hands into
Colby�s shoulders.� Colby fucked him to
the beat of his heart.

Afterwards, when Colby tried to move off of Charlie and pull
out of his ass, Charlie wouldn�t let him.�
Colby shrugged and lay back down.�
Charlie reveled in the full weight of Colby pressing down on him and
Colby�s ample cock softening in his stretched asshole.� It made breathing a little difficult, but
Charlie couldn�t find it in himself to care.

Around dinnertime, they called for pizza to be delivered.� After the pizza guy left, Colby made some
glib comment about the pizza guy�s ass.�
Charlie was surprised by a sharp surge of jealousy and had to cough to
hide his emotions.� Why did it matter so
much to him what asses Colby looked at?�
Charlie downed a large gulp of Pepsi and began coughing for real.

Colby and Charlie shared a ham, pineapple and green and black
olives pizza � a combination that they both loved but usually couldn�t get
anyone else to eat.� Colby put on the old
Sci-Fi classic, �Creature from the Black Lagoon,� and they settled in to watch
and critique it.� Colby�s wry comments
soon had Charlie laughing.

Later, Charlie asked Colby to strip to just his sexy jock
strap underwear.� It was as delicious and
enticing as Charlie had remembered.�
Colby grinned at Charlie�s reaction.�
Colby claimed that he wore the jock underwear because it was comfortable
and what he was used to, but Charlie suspected Colby was more than aware the
effect it had on his lovers.� Charlie
held onto the straps while he fucked that round ass, making Colby orgasm inside
his cotton pouch.

That night, Charlie slept in Colby�s arms, feeling warm,
safe, and utterly satisfied.� Tomorrow
would be soon enough to think. Tonight the only math he cared about was Charlie
plus Colby equaled complete contentment.
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