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28 November 2006 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Teacher's Pet  
Posted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Teacher's Pet
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Oswald
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Hardball
Summary: Oswald tried to hide that he had a crush on the teacher
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"Hey, Kit!"

"Charlie! Hey, come on in!" Oswald stood back and held his apartment door open so Charlie could enter. "Bethany and I were just finishing up."

Bethany waved shyly from behind the desk then started gathering her books. "He's doing great, Dr. Eppes. Give him another week or so and he'll ace the GED exam, no problem."

"That's great news, Kit. I'm proud of you." Charlie clapped a hand on Oswald's shoulder.

Oswald shoved his hands in his pockets and fidgeted a little. "Yeah, I know you said I didn't have to do the GED thing to get into a decent college, but I kind of want to do it for me, you know? Just to show I can. You get it, right?" He looked at Charlie hopefully from under his long lashes.

Charlie nodded, smiling in understanding. "I do. I get it. I just want to make sure I give you whatever support you need to meet your academic goals."

"Well, hey! You got me this kick ass tutor!" Oswald gave Bethany an affectionate hug around the shoulders. "She rocks!"

Bethany giggled a little, obviously enjoying the attention from Oswald. "Oswald's really smart. It's a pleasure to tutor someone who gets everything right away."

"Ah, you're just saying that because you get paid to tutor me," Oswald teased. "Secretly she thinks I'm a dolt," he stage whispered to Charlie.

"I do not!" Bethany gave him a playful shove. "It's just obvious you're smarter at math than you are at English, that's all."

"Sounds familiar." Charlie smirked. "So... Are you ready to go over the FBI equations?"

"Yeah! I did some more work on them last night. I can't wait to show you!" Oswald turned to Bethany looking apologetic. "I'm sorry you can't stay for this stuff," he told her. "Top secret and all that," he said with a wink.

"Okay, I'm headed out." Bethany shouldered her bag and headed for the door. "Thursday? Same time?" she asked, looking expectantly at Oswald.

"You got it!" Oswald replied, waving her off. "Thanks again."

"No problem. Night, Dr. Eppes."

Charlie waved as well and Oswald locked the door behind her.

"She doesn't call you Kit?" Charlie asked, sitting down on the edge of Oswald's desk.

"Yeah, well, only my friends call me Kit," he explained.

"And Bethany's not a friend? She seems really friendly."

"She's paid to be here. I don't think her being nice while she's working automatically makes her my friend," Oswald pointed out.

Charlie pondered that for a moment. "I suppose, but she seems like she'd like to be more than friends with you outside of your tutoring."

"Bethany? And me?" Oswald looked flabbergasted. "No, man. No... Really, not going to happen."

"Why not? She's about your age, she's pretty, she's obviously into you."

Oswald's face reddened a bit. "She's not... I mean, I'm not... She's just not my type."

"Oh, so cute smart college girls aren't your type? Then what is?"

Oswald's face blushed red and he tried to hide by shuffling some papers around.

"Cute smart college guys?"

Oswald dropped the papers as his mouth fell open in shock. Flustered, he scrambled to clean up the mess he'd made.

Charlie chuckled genially as he bent down to help him pick up the papers.

"It's nothing to get embarrassed over, Kit. You already knew I was gay so I'm kind of surprised you kept trying to hide it from me. Really, it's not a big deal."

"Yeah, well tell that to the homophobes in the sports bars," Oswald bemoaned. "Sports is like the most macho field on the planet outside of the military so it's not like I can risk being all out and proud and all that rainbow crap when I'm talking baseball with a bunch of burly he-men." He accepted the papers from Charlie and held them to his chest as if he was protected by them. "I'm not that big a guy so it's not like I didn't get the shit kicked out of me the whole time I was in high school."

Charlie rubbed Oswald's arm in consolation. "I'm really sorry to hear that."

Oswald made a noncommittal nod in return. "Yeah, well I bet having a jock brother helped out when you were in school."

Charlie sat back down on the desk and tugged on Oswald's arm to get him to sit down in the chair opposite him.

"It did help, especially since we graduated high school as part of the same senior class."

"Ouch!" Oswald winced. "That's got to hurt. Poor Don, having a brainy little brother..." Oswald cut himself off with a mortified look of realization. "Hey, I didn't mean... Oh shit, I put my foot in my mouth again, didn't I?"

Charlie patted his knee. "Don't worry. I know what you mean. Yeah, Don hated sharing high school with me, but he's over it. I'm over it. We get along great now."

"Yeah, you guys seem pretty close. I'm jealous."

"You don't have any siblings?"

"I've got a step-sister in Topeka, but I don't know her too well." Oswald shrugged. "I guess I'm kind of used to being on my own, you know? I don't really have anybody like you do."

"Be patient," Charlie assured him. "Once you get into college you'll meet lots of people. It'll be great, you'll see."

Oswald was hanging his head and Charlie reached for his chin to force him to look him in the eye.

"Trust me," he stressed.

"I do."

Oswald met Charlie's gaze for a few seconds then looked away, embarrassed.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Let's get started on the equations, okay?"

Oswald went to stand up, but Charlie put out a hand to get him to sit back down.

"Hold on, Kit. The equations aren't going anywhere."

"Yeah, but you're a busy guy."

"I've got time," Charlie said patiently. "I'm worried about you. Is everything okay?"

"I'm jake," Oswald said with a shrug that attempted to look casual but failed. "No problems."

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked. "It's just that you've been acting kind of, I don't know, uncomfortable around me our last few sessions. I thought maybe I might be doing something to bother you and you were just too nice to say anything."

"Me? I'm not uncomfortable."

Charlie almost laughed since Oswald was the picture of discomfort, squirming nervously in his chair.

"Is it doing this FBI work with me? I mean I was so excited about it I'm afraid I didn't give you much of a chance to say if you'd prefer to do it on your own. If I'm crowding you, if you don't want my help on it..."

"I do! I really do!" Oswald interjected. "It's just... Shit..." He ran a hand through his slightly messy hair, making it stand up even more. "I didn't want you to think..." He let out an exasperated breath and put his head in his hands.

"Didn't want me to think what?" Charlie prompted softly.

Oswald seemed to vacillate for a moment before replying. "I didn't want you to think I was just some dumb kid with a crush on the teacher. There, I said it."

Charlie just looked at Oswald sitting there looking miserable. "You were honestly worried about that?" he asked gently.

"Yeah. I mean, I know I'm nowhere near as smart as you and I know you're older than me and all... I guess I'd never met anyone who was good at math like me and once we started hanging out I realized how much I liked you." He finally looked up at Charlie. "But you're kind of like a rock star of math and I'm just a dweeb who had one good idea."

"Kit," Charlie said sternly. "You have so much more going for you than one idea. You have a top tier analytical mind and once you have your training..."

"Yeah, I know. I'll grow up and be a real mathematician someday," Oswald intoned. "It's like one of those kid's fairy tales. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up stupid and find out it was all dream."

"Not everything good that happens is a dream," Charlie said, putting his hand on Oswald's knee and rubbing his thumb across the wales of the corduroy fabric.

Oswald just stared at Charlie's hand and said nothing.

"You know, you're not my student, you don't go to Cal Sci – not yet anyway – so there are no rules about us... fraternizing if you will."

Oswald swallowed hard.

"And I don't think this is just some teacher's pet thing for you."

"It's not!" Oswald rushed to say. "Seriously, it's not. You believe that, right?"

Charlie nodded.

"So maybe," he leaned in a little, "you should let Bethany know you're not interested."

"Yeah?" Oswald asked, knowing Charlie would understand what he really meant.

"Yeah," Charlie answered. He leaned in, sliding his hand up Oswald's thigh, and grazed their lips together lightly before slipping the tip of his tongue into Oswald's mouth.

Oswald hadn't moved at all, hadn't responded, but the brush of Charlie's tongue against his own unlocked his body and he moved all at once to almost throw himself at Charlie, kissing him avidly, eagerly opening himself up to Charlie's explorations.

After a moment, Charlie pulled back and broke off the kiss, keeping his hand on Oswald's leg.

"I guess, uh, I got kind of overexcited," Oswald apologized, trying to compose himself. "I just never thought... You know." He blushed a little, his timid side reasserting itself.

"Excited is fine. Excited is good." Charlie removed his hand and sat back a little. "But we can slow things down a little if you want. There's no rush."

"No, no! I guess I just had no idea," Oswald said apologetically. "I mean, look at you. You're a genius, you're good looking, you work with the FBI and NSA and all those top secret alphabet groups... You could have anybody you wanted."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Charlie paused for a second and smirked. "Although I have been referred to as the Sean Connery of math before."

Oswald laughed, relaxing a little. "Yeah, I can picture you in a tux in those Bond opening credits."

"Oh really?" Charlie teased. "What am I doing in them?"

Oswald closed his eyes. "Let's see... You have a tux on but the bow tie's undone, because that's cool you know, and your shirt's kind of unbuttoned as well."

"Go on," Charlie encouraged. He stood and wandered around behind Oswald's chair as he listened.

"You have a gun in your hand like you're ready to shoot somebody. You walk through this crowd of naked women, but you totally ignore them."

Charlie laughed and slid his hands onto Oswald's shoulders, feeling him quickly tense then slowly relax at his touch.

"The bad guy shows up and you shoot him down then blow the smoke away from the gun like they do in those old spaghetti westerns."

"Oh, I do, do I?" Charlie asked playfully. He leaned down to whisper in Oswald's ear. "So does this Bond version of me get his man?" Charlie moved his hands down to Oswald's chest, feeling Oswald arch into his touch.

"Yeah," Oswald replied. "You know Bond. He always gets his man." While his head was turned to speak, Charlie moved to capture his mouth and Oswald responded vigorously, his insecurity melting away as the kisses continued.

"So how far was my shirt unbuttoned?" Charlie teased. "To here?" Charlie undid a button on Oswald's shirt and slipped his fingers just inside to reach his bare skin.

"More like here," Oswald muttered between kisses, unbuttoning several more buttons.

All at once Charlie slipped both hands inside to caress Oswald's chest.

Oswald let out a strangled little noise that made Charlie chuckle.

"Isn't this when I wake up?" he croaked out with some difficulty.

"You think this is a dream?" Charlie asked, fingertips grazing lightly over his nipples.

Oswald looked down at Charlie's hands in his shirt. "Definitely a dream. No wait, you don't even do this in my dreams."

"Then show me what happens in your dreams," Charlie said, pulling his hands back.

"Um... Well, first..."

"Show me..." Charlie repeated. He walked back around to sit on the edge of the desk in front of Oswald again. When Oswald hesitated Charlie put both hands on the arm rests of Oswald's chair, trapping him in place. He leaned in and kissed him thoroughly, enough to leave him slightly dazed. "Go ahead." He settled back against the desk and watched Oswald with a sly smile on his face.

Eyes slightly glazed over, Oswald tentatively reached out his right hand and put it on Charlie's hip. Once Charlie nodded in encouragement, he put his left hand on Charlie's other side and slipped his hands beneath his untucked shirt. Pushing the shirt up, he leaned in to languidly kiss his way down the line of dark hair on Charlie's stomach.

When he got to the waistband of Charlie's soft old jeans, he paused to unbutton Charlie's shirt then undid the first button of his jeans and started kissing his way down his abdomen. After a couple more buttons he groaned.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"You're not wearing any underwear," Oswald marveled between kisses.

"One less thing to get in..." Charlie's breath caught as Oswald tugged his loose jeans down his hips and gave his now exposed cock a long lick.

"For the record, you wear boxers in my dreams," Oswald said, looking up at Charlie for a moment, seemingly pleased with himself. "But this is even better."

He returned his attentions to Charlie's erection and began brushing his lips across the head just enough to tantalize.

Charlie slid a hand behind Oswald's head, letting his blunt nails draw a trail up the back of his neck into the short hairs there, feeling Oswald shiver at the sensation.

Charlie let out a little gasp as the heat of Oswald's mouth fully enveloped the head of his cock. With gentle suction, Oswald pulled the head into his mouth and then drew it back out again, maddeningly slow.

Cupping the back of his head lightly, Charlie encouraged Oswald to take him deeper which he did bit by bit until he was completely inside.

"Oh, fuck," Charlie groaned as Oswald began to move faster, his head bobbing up and down over Charlie's crotch. "Yes..."

Resisting the urge to just hold his head in place and fuck his mouth, Charlie released his hold on Oswald and tugged on his arm to stop him before he went too far. Pulling him out of his chair, he switched places so that Oswald was sitting on the desk and Charlie was standing between his legs.

"I already liked your mouth," Charlie said, sweeping his thumb across Oswald's bottom lip. "But who knew it was so talented?" He moved in and plundered Oswald's mouth, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders as he did.

"You've thought about my mouth before?" Oswald asked as Charlie moved down to ravish his long neck. "That kind of blows my mind." He tilted his head as Charlie gnawed on an earlobe making him squirm.

"I've thought about you a lot. Wondered what you'd look like naked, wondered what it would be like to do wicked things to you, wondered what kind of noises you'd make..." Charlie slid a hand inside Oswald's loose cords and cupped his cock, drawing a choked off moan out of him. Charlie chuckled. "Something like that..." He pulled his hand out and set himself to undoing Oswald's pants.

"When did this happen?" Oswald asked, genuinely perplexed. "When did you start thinking of me like that, because I know you didn't start out that way."

Charlie cocked his head thoughtfully even as his hands kept busy. "I'm not sure when it happened myself. I probably wouldn't have figured it out if those guys hadn't shot at you. I just remember standing on the sidewalk after the shots and needing like a full second for it to hit me that you might have been killed." He paused and kissed Oswald forcefully. "I ran so damn fast," he murmured. "Hell, I didn't even know I could run that fast. And you were there on the ground and I almost..." He stood there in silence briefly, replaying the moment in his head, then shook his head in confusion. "And then I guess I just kicked into teacher mode or something and it was all about making sure the FBI got called and you got medical attention and I just shoved down that worry because you were alive, you were going to be okay."

"Wow..." Oswald pulled Charlie in close and kissed him, lingering over the kiss despite his youthful impatience. "No one ever really gave a shit for me before," he said quietly. "It feels kind of..."

"Weird?" Charlie prompted.

"Good," Oswald answered. "It feels good."

Charlie smiled wickedly. "I can think of some other ways to make you feel good." He tugged on Oswald's belt loops to get him to stand long enough to shove his cords and underwear down. Charlie took Oswald's cock into his fist and stroked slowly yet firmly.

"Oh, yeah..." Oswald groaned. "That feels..."


"Fucking amazing."

"Even better." Charlie smirked.

As Oswald started to lose himself, Charlie licked his way up to the hollow behind Oswald's ear and whispered, "What else happens in your dreams? Do I fuck you?"

"Yes," Oswald answered breathlessly.

"Here in your apartment?"


"Do I bend you over your desk and fuck that delicious little ass of yours?"

An incomprehensible gurgle was the only response.

"I'll take that as a yes," Charlie joshed, pulling his hand away. He fished a condom and a packet of lubricant out of his jacket pocket, put the items on the desk and then shrugged out of his shirt and jacket at once, tossing them aside.

Oswald's fingers seemed drawn to Charlie's chest hair, lacing through it as he kissed his way across his torso.

Charlie caught both of his hands and stilled them to get his attention.

"Show me what you want," he said, his voice low and warm as his mouth hovered over Oswald's ear. "Bend over for me."

Wordlessly Oswald pushed his pants and underwear the rest of the way down so he could kick them away with his bare feet. Totally naked now, he leaned over the desk, swiping the books strewn on the surface aside and bracing himself with his hands.

Charlie kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans as well, disposing of the last of his clothing as Oswald had.

He quickly rolled the condom over his cock and opened the packet of lubricant, smearing some on his cock and on his fingers.

With one hand he pushed Oswald further down onto the desk while the other slicked his entrance. Once his fingers were inside he crooked them slightly and felt a shudder go through Oswald's body.

"See, I told you there were ways to make you feel good."

"Please..." Oswald's voice betrayed his need. "Please, Charlie..."

Charlie removed his fingers and moved into position, rubbing his cock against Oswald's ass. In one slow continuous move, Charlie pressed inside, filling Oswald completely as a low moan escaped him.

"Oh man..." Charlie grasped his hips and paused long enough to get his control back. Once he'd taken a deep breath he pulled out slightly then plunged back in.

Oswald spasmed on the desk and was left gasping.

Charlie repeated the movement, smiling as Oswald flailed helplessly as jolts of pleasure rocked his body.

Fingers digging into Oswald's pale flesh, Charlie let his head fall down, panting as he watched his cock sink in to the hilt then slide out of that mind blowing tightness.

"Fuck... You feel so good..."

Knowing he could only postpone the mounting pressure in his own body so long, Charlie slipped his hand around to stroke Oswald's cock, managing only a few strokes before he stiffened and came in his hand with a keening moan.

Charlie's thrusts faltered as Oswald clenched around him and he surrendered to the sensation, a guttural groan escaping him as he rode the wave of ecstasy that engulfed him.

Gasping, they both relied on the desk to hold them up until their legs were ready to bear their weight again.

Charlie slipped out as he stood back up and disposed of his condom as Oswald uncoiled himself from the desk, stretching his long lean frame to remove the kinks.

He threw himself back into the chair with a contented sigh.

"Wow, what did you do to me?" he marveled.

"Did I wear you out?" Charlie asked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Yeah, but in a good way, you know?"

Charlie chuckled. "Yeah, I know." He kissed Oswald languidly, enjoying mapping the younger man's mouth now that they weren't so rushed. "You hungry?" he asked when he finally pulled back.

Oswald perked up a bit. "I am. I could eat a horse or at least an extra large pizza all by myself."

Charlie laughed and tossed Oswald's pants to him. "I'll pass on the horse. Get dressed and I'll take you out for Thai food. There's a good Italian place near here too if that sounds better."

Oswald tossed his underwear aside and pulled on his cords without them. "I could eat a pound of pasta right now so Italian works for me."

Charlie pulled on his jeans and then his shirt, buttoning up his shirt first. "Italian it is."

Oswald grabbed a t-shirt out of his clean laundry basket and pulled it over his head. Since Charlie was still buttoning his shirt, Oswald stepped in and started buttoning up his jeans for him.


"Yeah?" Oswald answered.

Charlie put his hands over Oswald's as he finished the last button.

"You have very accurate dreams," he told him. "For the record, I do wear boxers. Just not today."

Oswald grinned widely.

"You know I have more dreams, new ones almost nightly!"

Charlie slipped on his shoes and pulled out his car keys.

"Tell me over dinner so we can come back here and try some more of them..."

As he walked out the door smirking, Oswald stared after him, speechless with surprise. He shook himself and quickly found his shoes, putting them on as he called after Charlie.

"Hey, do daydreams count?"

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 29th, 2006 08:19 am (UTC)
As promised (though I can't recall who all I promised it to) I wrote Charlie/Oswald.

I hate the name Oswald Kittner, so I gave him the nickname Kit. Sure, Kit's not the most adult nickname out there, but it beats being called Oswald.

Sorry, Oz belongs to Seth Green for the rest of time. (Tom Fontana? No comment.)

This didn't turn out anywhere near as good as I'd hoped, but it is what it is. I'm not sure I'll attempt this pairing again, but at least I can say I've tried it. ;-)

FWIW, this fic was pretty dismal during the first draft and needed a lot of rewrites to get to this point. I'm grateful to have friends and betas patient enough to slog through this stuff with me to help make it better.

Case in point: I found myself complaining that nowhere in the real world would gay men *talk* this much before sex. LOL! Evidently I'm incapable of true PWP. I try it and I end up with pages and pages of *talking* before the sex can happen. /headdesk/

Very special thanks to melissima, penguingal, 1trackmind and iolsai for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Emilia Ljungex_laugiana45 on November 29th, 2006 11:17 am (UTC)
Well, I liked it. :)
It's always fun to try out pairings from time to time.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2006 09:40 am (UTC)
Thank you. I think I might have been disappointed because my Charlie/Ethan Burdick was so good and so enjoyable to write that I thought I could do something similar with them. Ah, well... At least it is variety...

dance_the_codedance_the_code on November 29th, 2006 01:32 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful...absolutely great.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2006 09:41 am (UTC)
Thanks. I figured someone out there might like it...

irena_adler: Charlie math as sexirena_adler on November 29th, 2006 04:19 pm (UTC)
Who wouldn't want to be teacher's pet ... *g* I think you did a good job with this pairing, don't knock it. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2006 09:43 am (UTC)
This fic did turn out much better in rewrites, which I can see now, but I can't get the original crappy version out of my head still. ;-)

Hey, if Charlie was the prof I'd *so* be willing to be teacher's pet. Hehehe


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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2006 09:48 am (UTC)
Yeah, Charlie rarely gets to play the aggressor, but then he's rarely paired with anyone but alpha males in fic. With Oswald he has someone he's an alpha to and he's in his element: teaching and math. I admit one of the core problems with this fic was falling OOC for Charlie, but he's not weak with Susan in canon so I can buy him being confident when he's feeling good about himself and who he's with.

I'm glad you liked it.


NV: GIP - Whoaneur0vanity on November 30th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
HOT! I've been missing your porn, and now I feel complete again.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2006 09:51 am (UTC)
LOL! Mein Gott woman! I published 28 fic in the last 29 days! How was I gone long enough that you missed me? Granted not all are porn, but I figure I must have put out some smut at least weekly even if it was only Obshina Charlie/Ian drabbles. ;-)

Still, nice of you to say so. /grins/


melissima: Charlie's secrets by <lj user=darkangel4melissima on February 19th, 2007 06:56 am (UTC)
I recced this at numb3rsficfind to somebody looking for Charlie/Oswald, which gave me an excuse to reread. Yum. I need to write some top!Charlie. He's delicious.
merle_p: Charlie/Donmerle_p on February 19th, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
I'm the one melissima recommended your fic to, and I really liked it. Hot AND believable. And funny, too.
There should definitely be more Charlie/Oswald, because - I mean, look at them. They are so flirting with each other. Besides, as far as I know, in "Hardball", Oswald is 24, and Charlie should be around 29/30 years old, so there isn't so much of an age difference, either.
Heatheraslin on June 12th, 2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
Why is it that every time I'm browsing through Numb3rs_slash and find a fic I love when I look up to find out who wrote it it's always you?

seriously though, i got to the end of this and was all this is wonderful without even thinking about who wrote it and then suddenly i realized i recognized the background and just started laughing
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 12th, 2007 11:57 pm (UTC)
Hee! You must just be in tune with my style: dialogue heavy, fairly minimalist in terms of description and economical in execution. Who knows? I am glad you like my stories though.

When I first got my LJ I decided to make a single icon and use only it so people would know my stories by that. I still find that people don't notice the icon, but I like it so it stays just that one. I love the color blue violet so it makes me happy to have my LJ all in that color along with my icon.

Thanks for reading!
fredbassettfredbassett on February 20th, 2008 09:57 pm (UTC)
I'm glad Irena recced this fic as I must have missed it when I went through your stuff a while ago. I liked this a lot!