The Bet
by étienneofthewestwind
Pairing: Charlie/Ian
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Ownership-I wish.
Summary: Sniper_Voodooo Pandora's Box rewatch challenge. Ian and Charlie make a bet.
"The eccentric genius can get away with a lot," Charlie smirked, as he ran his hands along Ian's chest as the two lay in Ian's hotel bed relaxing over an intense round of sex. "Being Don's baby brother increases that. None of his team will say much unless I do something truly outrageous."
"Really?" Charlie could hear the smirk in Ian's voice. "I find that hard to believe."
"Don doesn't intimidate you. Trust me, not even Colby will say anything to most of my minor pranks. Actually… Megan's the most likely to say anything. And she doesn't realize they're intentional."
"You sure they're not humoring you?"
Charlie pushed himself up and straddled Ian's waist. "Let's make a bet," he said, bringing his nose six inches away from Ian's. "Next time you help out, make sure you have plenty of food." Ian raised an eyebrow. "I'll find an excuse to snatch something while you're eating. I guarantee you'll be the only one to say anything."
"And if I'm not?"
"I'll make it up to you." Charlie grinned as he leaned down to kiss Ian.
"And on the off chance you're right?" Ian chuckled.
Charlie smirked. "You'll make it up to me." He kissed Ian again. The muscular man pulled Charlie closer…
"Granger looked more embarrassed by your stunt then intimidated by Don," Ian commented as he closed the door to his mote, "who wasn't even there. Neither was the rest of his team."
"But Colby didn't say anything," Charlie smirked. "And you never specified that the entire team had to be there."
"You implied it."
"Did I?"
"Hmm…" Ian kissed Charlie. "Well, it's a good thing that there were other muffins. Because with your definition of 'make it up', you really don't want to disrupt a man's fiber intake."