Prompt: #167 Washington DC
Word count: 300
Summary: Ian calls the Professor.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse. This is the start of an arch I like to think of as the courtship of Ian Edgerton that covers the next 19 drabbles.
Redeye (#167 Washington DC)
Ian had spent weeks travailing cross country telling himself it meant nothing but DC was hot even in the middle of the night and his skin crawled. He paced his hotel room and dialed his phone.
“Hello.” A voice chirped on the other end.
“Professor?” There was silence for a moment, the sound of someone moving.
“Where are you?” Charlie asked. Ian felt his pulse speed up and his mind settle.
“Watergate Hotel. DC.”
“Put the do not disturb sign on the door.” Ian did as told. “Talk to me.”
“I itch, I can’t sleep.”
“Are you aroused?”
“Yes.” Ian admitted. It had only taken a whisper of Charlie’s voice.
“Strip, lay down on just the sheets.” Ian removed his few clothes and lay down.
“Lay flat, leave your phone by your ear. Left hand on your chest. Now breathe.” Ian took slow breaths against the weight of his own hand to the rhythm of Charlie’s voice.
Ian’s eyes snapped open. The room was filled with sunlight. There was a knock at the door. Ian pulled on his shorts stumbling to the door. He pulled it open without checking through the peephole, his healthy paranoia somehow overridden.
“Professor?” Charlie stood on the other side of the door.
“Redeye.” Charlie let himself into the room, Ian trailed a half step behind. “You’ve been checked in for another day. Breakfast will arrive in two hours.” Charlie looked at Ian’s shorts. Ian quickly stripped them off. “We’ll have to work out something better for long distance sessions. I can’t always hop on a plane, but for now...” Charlie reached into his carry on bag and pulled out a pillow of red silk. Ian’s breath caught as arousal slammed into him. Charlie placed it solemnly on the floor. Ian gratefully dropped to his knees.