Title: I can't seem to get you out of my head
Series: The Connections Series, part 7/?
Characters: Charlie/Colby, Don, Alan
Rating: M

Warnings: Slash and intense dream/fantasy, so be careful if you don't read things like these.
Spoilers: Seasons 1, 2, 3, 4
Summary: Charlie has a dream about Colby that makes him shiver like he never thought he would.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Beta:Thanks to my amazing beta.

A/N: This chapter is a little gift to the readers out there that have been waiting for the new Numb3rs episode of April 4th.

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The Connections Series

Part 7: "I can't seem to get you out of my head"

When Charlie returned home Thursday night, he found Don eating some lasagna his father had made for lunch. "Hey, Don," he said and went towards him.

"Hey, Charlie." Don turned to face his younger brother and his eyes went wide open. "Damn, you look like hell! Well, probably not more than that night at the hospital."

"Please, don't say a word about that night."

The warning was something that caught Don by surprise. He ate a mouthful of lasagna and asked "Why? That's when Amita was rescued. You sound like you're not happy about that."

"Well, look how it turned out. She's probably in India right now."

"No offense, Charlie, but I don't think that she's going to go anywhere so soon, it's only been two days since you…" Don, who had dared to talk to Charlie about the fight for the first time, went silent when he found his brother staring at him. "Ok, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"No, no. We can talk about this. I don't get why no one wants to bring up the subject, because it's perfectly fine if they do. That's… one of the many things that are upsetting me so much."

Charlie took out a dish and silverware. He sat down beside Don and took a big piece of lasagna. While he was eating, he continued ranting, "I hate it so much when everybody treats me like a kid."

"No one's doing that, Chuck."

"Are you sure? Because when you try to make me think I don't have any problems, that means you're being overprotective. That, to me, is being treated like a kid. I'm a man, I'm over thirty, damn it!"

"Okay, okay, buddy… just calm down…"

Eating like crazy, Charlie looked at Don and said, "You and your 'Chuck' didn't exactly help me with that."

"I know. Sorry."

"Ah… it's fine, but… it's just that I'm so tired of this, of struggling with this feeling I have inside my chest, of not being able to control it like a normal adult…"

He stopped talking. Why the hell why was he saying this? To say it out loud while being conscious was way more dangerous and way more stupid than babbling in his sleep.

Don said, "Feelings, huh? Look, I'm not the best when it comes to giving advice about certain areas, and that means specifically that I don't know for sure how to deal well with a real romance…"

"I already know that, Don. I could find it out just looking at the way you flirt with almost every woman you meet."

"Hey, I'm trying to help you here," Don said, and he sounded between offended and embarrassed. "What I'm trying to say is that… you know, if she goes away, then maybe it's for the best."

"You said something like that to me before… when some universities offered Amita a job, about two years ago."

"Yeah, I remember. And what did I tell you then?"

"That the one thing that could ruin everything…was me."

Don just nodded and took another mouthful of food. Charlie got lost in his brother's wisdom. Yes, I am definitely the reason why she left.

"Charlie?"

"What?"

"Just for the record, whatever you did, I don't think she's going to move to another country just for that."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that."

Astonished, Don left his fork on the table and looked at Charlie. "Charlie, what did you do to her that was so terrible?"

I mumbled in my dreams that I'm romantically interested in a man. A man that she knows, that you know and that shares an important part of our work almost everyday. Isn't that disturbing and serious enough?

"You can talk to me, Charlie. You know I will find out somehow about it."

Charlie thought about that for a moment. Amita would not be available to answer Don's questions. So he just said "I'm not telling you that. Sorry, it's personal."

"So personal that you can't share it with your own brother?"

"Yeah, actually it is."

"Since when?" Don muttered, and stopped eating at all. He stared at Charlie, but didn't say a word. Something big, and probably bad, was going on. His younger brother was very upset and confused about some kind of "feeling" that had made him do something so terrible that it had caused Amita to want to move to India. Don promised himself he would find out what it was.

The door suddenly opened and Alan entered the house, carrying some food in paper bags. "Hello, boys. How are you doing today?" He saw Don and Charlie had been eating his lasagna. "So, I was right. I did know that wouldn't last until I come home."

"Very funny," Don said, and continued eating. He noticed Charlie hadn't responded to his father's comment, and was just sitting beside him, silent again. He saw that his father was paying attention to that, too.

Alan asked, "Hey, Charlie. Are you ok? You seem very tired."

"I am very tired."

"Then why don't you go sleep? Donnie and I here can clean this up."

"Dad, I work 24/7 too!" Don yelled, acting like when he was fifteen years old.

While Don kept ranting and Charlie went upstairs to his room, Alan didn't argue that. However, when his youngest son's figure disappeared, he turned back to Don and said, "Of course I know that you're a very busy man too, Donnie. But you didn't just break up with the woman you spent the last two years of your life, or maybe more, considering the dates." Alan took a breath and then expressed something that had been bothering him since he had found out about the fight between Charlie and his girlfriend. "You know, it's none of my business, but I would like to know what happened with those two. I mean, they looked so close."

"And you were hoping to have grandchildren in two or three years from now, weren't you?" Don laughed, but then went serious again.

"Yes, and when you get to my age, if you don't already have children, you'll understand me."

Then the topic of the conversation changed to matters such us Alan's desire to have a bigger family through his sons and Don's unsuccessful love life. But Don wouldn't forget about the weird situation involving Charlie's behavior and Amita's sudden trip.

Once he got upstairs, Charlie closed the window a little, because it was getting cold. He changed his clothes and put on some sweatpants and an old-black t-shirt. He sat on his bed, with his laptop and some papers he had to grade, and tried his best to work.

But he couldn't. Inside his mind there was a little voice telling him that tomorrow would be a more than important day. He would have to explain and discuss the sudden distance he had taken from Colby, and he would have to do it in front of Megan. She hadn't called yet to confirm her presence at the Eppes' house on Friday night dinner. But she cared about both Charlie and Colby, so she would probably do it.

The mathematician put the laptop and the papers on the nightstand, knowing that he wouldn't make any progress that night.

Nothing bad is going to happen tomorrow. You are just going to find out that your mixed feelings for Colby mean nothing, that Amita was wrong. Ok, so you were avoiding him today, even if you said otherwise. But it's fine. Everything's going to be all right, we'll work things out and you'll be able to get your life back on track, even if Amita is not here anymore.

After talking to himself for a while, he took the bed's sheets and covered his entire body, including his head, with them. He tried to relax one more time and when he did, he felt himself falling into a very heavy sleep.

It had been an awful day. Too much work, still too many papers to grade.

He opened the front door of the Eppes' house, came in. He noticed there was a note on the table.

I can't meet you today, guys. I hope you can forgive me.

- Megan.

He heard steps behind him. He didn't turn back but he knew who it was. Immediately, his arms lost all their force, and dropped his stuff. It landed on the floor with a soft sound.

"Colby."

"Charlie."

Charlie turned around and swallowed when he saw the agent standing in the shadows, by the window, where the curtains moved slowly, following the rhythm of the sweet wind of the night.

"I'm not dreaming again, am I?" Charlie asked, and noticed that Colby was slowly smiling without taking his eyes off of him. "Well, I'm glad to announce you that we won't see each other in this kind of situations anymore. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to the real you and make this ridiculous fantasy go away forever." He was so proud of himself, he was actually acting so confident and calm in his own dream. It was nothing like the last one he had had.

"Excuse me, but I don't think that's going to happen," Colby answered, and he was smiling, like if he was mocking Charlie's expectations.

"What?" the mathematician said in a whisper. Then he shook his head, tired of his own mind, always playing games with mysterious comments about himself. "Ok then, what reasons has my mind to claim that?"

That was the moment when Colby started to walk towards him. Charlie tried to keep the distance, but the agent seemed determined to catch him.

"Stay away. Stay away," he muttered, and then he was running from Colby, passing through several doors, until they were in the living room again.

They had stopped for a second, exhausted. But then the agent reached for Charlie again, who stumbled over a rug when he tried to escape. The mathematician hurt his back and ended up lying in the coach, cursing.

Charlie opened his eyes, mumbling about the pain he felt, and he saw Colby was laughing at him. "Oh, thank you very much. Even my mind laughs at me in my dreams for being so clumsy."

"No, your mind makes you more clumsy than usual and prepares this kind of incidents so you end up there, not being able to move, completely at my mercy. Then your mind laughs at you and your persistence on denying your feelings," Colby explained, smiling.

This was a tense moment. The agent was right: Charlie couldn't move, his back hurt too much, and he wouldn't be able to escape anymore from the situation. He had a hunch about what was going to happen.

"Please… I don't… I don't really want this."

"Your mind says otherwise, I already told you that. And I'm going to make you accept –no, embrace- what's happening to you." Colby started to position himself above Charlie, who looked at him in horror. "C'mon, it's not that bad, and you know it. Just enjoy this little moment, Charlie. Just enjoy."

"I don't want to enjoy anything!," Charlie yelled at him, but he knew that deep inside he didn't really mean it. He hated himself so much for that. Colby's body pressed to his was strong, solid and warm.

And it burnt. When Colby's tongue licked his ear, Charlie's whole body jumped. Electricity ran through his bloodstream like an unexpected adrenaline shot.

"Oh… I knew you would start to like this. You just needed a little warm up…" The agent talked in such sweet voice, he was planning on teasing Charlie until he finally gave in to him. "Just a little warm up…," he repeated.

Charlie jumped in surprise again when Colby's fingers slipped inside his red silk shirt and brushed his nipples, oh so slowly, barely touching him. It was a sweet torture, a torture Charlie was actually enjoying, like the agent had said he would.

But the mathematician was still scared, now for both Colby's caresses as the pleasure he was feeling himself. "I… I…" He tried to say something but it didn't make any sense. Colby was now licking the soft skin of his neck; he was also was running his hands through Charlie's entire body and one of them had reached his crotch.

He felt like he was out of breath, and he gasped for air when Colby's hand opened his jeans and entered his private space inside his boxers. The feeling that the touch of those fingers on his cock provoked to him was completely amazing.

Charlie felt himself grow hard as the fingers worked his way up and down his length, still so slowly, like if Colby was waiting for a direct order to follow before giving him more. "Colby…"


For Charlie's pleasure, the agent didn't stop stroking him, not for a second, but he removed his tongue from the mathematician's neck and placed a little kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Yes? Are you willing to tell me what you really want? Are you going to finally confess that all this is something you wish for all the time, that it's not just a fantasy you want to fulfill in your dreams but also in reality?"

Charlie thought for a moment that this was too much, that he wouldn't give in to that again, but then, what the hell? He was way passed the stage of the dream when he would still try to deny everything.

And then there were Colby's fingers a little bit more rough on his skin, and the little kisses in the corner of his mouth were teasing him again. So the only thing he was eager for right now was not denying and sounding like a decent man, but coming down from this hot arousal he couldn't stand anymore.

So he just let go.

"Yes, I want… I want this to happen in the real world. Yes, I've been avoiding you… because I wasn't sure I could… control myself and… not revealing what I felt…"

"And… what else? There's more, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes. Ah… I'm really… really… glad… that Amita broke up with me."

"And why is that?" Colby's breath was so hot in Charlie's ear.

"Because… because… because I want you! I want you and only you like this, not her! Damn it, Colby, just make I come already, 'cause I can't take this anymore…!"

"Colby!" Charlie screamed when he woke up in the middle of the night, and noticed that he was hard in the real world. His skin, his clothes and the sheets of the bed were covered in sweat and the feeling the dream had put in his heart was still very alive.

So now, even knowing that he was going to do this consciously for the first time, Charlie ran to the bathroom and closed the door, just in case. Desperate, he lowered his boxers just enough and stroked his own cock like he had never really done it the way he should have. During the five seconds he lasted, all he could think about was Colby's hot breath, Colby's tender kisses, Colby's firm body and Colby's sweet, sweet hand.

When he came, he moaned and fell to the floor trying to catch his breath.

How the hell did this happen? How did I get to the point to want to get off on the image and the feeling of Colby having sex with me on the couch?

There was only an answer. The connection Colby and Charlie shared had become more than deep and it was affecting the mathematician's heart, making it crazy, and feeding his mind with thoughts he had never expected.

But this was ok. All the mess, the cum dripping down his fingers and on one of the bathroom's walls, was a good thing. While he was cleaning himself and that corner of the room, he felt himself so pleased and relaxed like he had never before.

He sat against the shower wall and remained there for half an hour, defining and embracing this new part of him, this discovery his mind had given him almost like a gift. He was embracing it, just what the Colby of his dreams had said he would do.

Even if he wasn't planning on confessing his feelings to Colby at all, he knew that he could still use his memory to satisfy his appetite for him whenever he wanted.

And that means that… Amita was right. She was right about everything...

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