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Ficlet: Imperfection Perceptions [1/1] Numb3rs [Larry/Charlie]
Title: Imperfection Perceptions
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Larry/Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: Larry, Charlie, and a small conversation.
Dis: Not mine. Lied.
Author’s Notes: Written for prompt #2 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 [middles]. I can’t say for certain if Larry has a budda belly because his shirts are huge, but for the sake of the story, he does. And it’s cute.
Imperfection Perceptions
By Perpetual Motion
Larry’s middle, in Charlie’s estimation, was just exactly right. Larry wasn’t in perfect shape, and there was a small pouch of stomach where, he informed Charlie, he’d been rail thin until he’d hit his forties.
“And then it just showed up, out of nowhere, like a whole new element or something.”
And Charlie smiled because Larry trying to describe the pouch by using a chemistry simile was incredibly endearing. “I like it.”
“You,” Larry pressed his finger against Charlie’s nose, “are weird.” He pushed down on Charlie’s nose until it was flat against his face. “And you’re lucky your nose didn’t end up like this.”
Charlie laughed and tipped his head back so that Larry’s finger trailed down his face. When Larry added the rest of his fingers, Charlie made a small, happy sound, and nuzzled them with his not-pug nose. He smiled at Larry again and kissed the edge of his shoulder as he settled back down in the mess of blankets and sheets that had been Larry’s somewhat neat bed earlier in the afternoon. He slid a hand down Larry’s chest and kneaded Larry’s stomach. “I like it, whether it’s been there a long time or not.”
“And if you rub it, it brings good luck.” Larry chuckled at his own joke and sucked in a sudden, harsh breath when Charlie’s fingers drifted into his groin. “Rubbing that right now will only put me in pain.”
“I’m not rubbing it.” Charlie curled his fingers around Larry’s flaccid penis, gave a soft, careful squeeze, and let go. “I just like it.”
“You seem to like the least important parts of me.” Larry cocked his head at the look Charlie gave him. “What?”
Charlie, still half-disbelieving that Larry had just listed his *dick* as a ‘least important part’, kept staring to see Larry was serious. After a few seconds of Larry looking at him like he was utterly lost and not at all joking, Charlie realized that he really was. “Larry?”
“Yes, Charles?”
“You’re weird.”
“You’re sleeping with me, Charles.”
“We’ve already determined that I’m weird.”
Larry thought about that for a second. “I suppose we have.” He twitched as Charlie’s fingers slid up his abdomen. “Charles?”
“Yes?”
“Either do something useful with that hand or keep it stationary.”
“You said you were too sore for anything.”
“So I did.” Larry thought about it for a moment and evaluated the soreness of his penis versus more sex. The soreness in his penis won. “And I still am, apparently. So kindly put your hand in one place and leave it there.”
Charlie, after a few seconds of teasing, settled his hand on Larry’s stomach just over his navel. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Larry turned his head and kissed Charlie on the top of his head. “And thank you for being so intrigued by my faults.”
“It’s not a fault. It’s just how you are.”
Larry felt very warmed and important at that statement. “I’ll argue your perception after a nap.”
“I’ll be right.”
“Don’t be so certain.” Larry’s voice was affectionate, and he didn’t wait for an answer from Charlie before he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Larry/Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: Larry, Charlie, and a small conversation.
Dis: Not mine. Lied.
Author’s Notes: Written for prompt #2 at
fanfic100 [middles]. I can’t say for certain if Larry has a budda belly because his shirts are huge, but for the sake of the story, he does. And it’s cute.Imperfection Perceptions
By Perpetual Motion
Larry’s middle, in Charlie’s estimation, was just exactly right. Larry wasn’t in perfect shape, and there was a small pouch of stomach where, he informed Charlie, he’d been rail thin until he’d hit his forties.
“And then it just showed up, out of nowhere, like a whole new element or something.”
And Charlie smiled because Larry trying to describe the pouch by using a chemistry simile was incredibly endearing. “I like it.”
“You,” Larry pressed his finger against Charlie’s nose, “are weird.” He pushed down on Charlie’s nose until it was flat against his face. “And you’re lucky your nose didn’t end up like this.”
Charlie laughed and tipped his head back so that Larry’s finger trailed down his face. When Larry added the rest of his fingers, Charlie made a small, happy sound, and nuzzled them with his not-pug nose. He smiled at Larry again and kissed the edge of his shoulder as he settled back down in the mess of blankets and sheets that had been Larry’s somewhat neat bed earlier in the afternoon. He slid a hand down Larry’s chest and kneaded Larry’s stomach. “I like it, whether it’s been there a long time or not.”
“And if you rub it, it brings good luck.” Larry chuckled at his own joke and sucked in a sudden, harsh breath when Charlie’s fingers drifted into his groin. “Rubbing that right now will only put me in pain.”
“I’m not rubbing it.” Charlie curled his fingers around Larry’s flaccid penis, gave a soft, careful squeeze, and let go. “I just like it.”
“You seem to like the least important parts of me.” Larry cocked his head at the look Charlie gave him. “What?”
Charlie, still half-disbelieving that Larry had just listed his *dick* as a ‘least important part’, kept staring to see Larry was serious. After a few seconds of Larry looking at him like he was utterly lost and not at all joking, Charlie realized that he really was. “Larry?”
“Yes, Charles?”
“You’re weird.”
“You’re sleeping with me, Charles.”
“We’ve already determined that I’m weird.”
Larry thought about that for a second. “I suppose we have.” He twitched as Charlie’s fingers slid up his abdomen. “Charles?”
“Yes?”
“Either do something useful with that hand or keep it stationary.”
“You said you were too sore for anything.”
“So I did.” Larry thought about it for a moment and evaluated the soreness of his penis versus more sex. The soreness in his penis won. “And I still am, apparently. So kindly put your hand in one place and leave it there.”
Charlie, after a few seconds of teasing, settled his hand on Larry’s stomach just over his navel. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Larry turned his head and kissed Charlie on the top of his head. “And thank you for being so intrigued by my faults.”
“It’s not a fault. It’s just how you are.”
Larry felt very warmed and important at that statement. “I’ll argue your perception after a nap.”
“I’ll be right.”
“Don’t be so certain.” Larry’s voice was affectionate, and he didn’t wait for an answer from Charlie before he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
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It was also *me* in writer's block trying to find a way to recover.
And there's no deadline on the hundred fics.
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“Larry?”
“Yes, Charles?”
“You’re weird.”
“You’re sleeping with me, Charles.”
“We’ve already determined that I’m weird.”
They're so adorable.
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The last bit is actually a paraphrase of what my boyfriend and I say to each other.
HIM: "You're weird."
ME: "You date me."
HIM: "You put out."