New Numb3rs Fic - Don/Charlie
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castalieSo I originally started that story for the Steve Walker challenge over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
numb3rsflashfic but when it went over 3000, then over 4000 to finally reach over 6000 words, I thought it was a tad too long to fit in a Flashfic Community, so I'm posting it here only...
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starwatcher307 for the precious help *hugs*
Title: Weekend
Pairing: Don/Charlie [incest]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: circa 6610
Summary: Don and Charlie share a weekend together.
Notes: So the reason why it got a bit out of hands is that I chose several paintings to write my story, namely Matter of Taste, Late Show, Blue Morning, Head and Shoulder and Eclipse. I linked each picture to each chapter, in the hope that it'll make it easy for the reader...
Spoiler: I wouldn't say it's spoilery but I suppose that technically there's a tiny mention of "Noisy Edge".
1.
"What do you think?" Don asked Charlie as he offered him the spoon. He was pretty confident in the result, but he liked asking Charlie his opinion; it reminded them both of when they were children and they would fight over who got to taste or lick the spoon first when their mother cooked. Don smiled when his brother bent slightly forward, a serious look on his face; Charlie always did everything seriously. One of his hands automatically raised toward Don to rest lightly on his wrist and, though it felt like a butterfly's touch, it made Don tingle a little; the touch felt so easy, so familiar. So warm, too - so real.
He watched Charlie's tongue steal out and tentatively taste the contents of the spoon, instinctively wanting to make sure it wasn't too hot, and Don felt a little shiver run through his body at the sight. Because of a hellish case, they'd been either too busy to find the time to be together, or too tired to actually do anything when they finally were; it had been almost two weeks since they had sex. That delectable tongue instantly made Don even more sensitive to his brother's presence.
He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together. The night was young; he had no intention of hurrying anything.
A little sound of pleasure coming from Charlie snapped him out of his reverie and he almost growled when he opened his eyes. His brother was licking his lips, looking at him through his eyelashes - he always did that, knowing the kind of reaction he was sure to provoke - and, suddenly, taking it slowly didn't sound that easy. Charlie wasn't making it easy.
"It's delicious, Don."
"Glad you approve."
"Don't I always?" Charlie teased.
Don chuckled and decided to give in to temptation; with his free hand he cupped Charlie's neck and pulled him in to a kiss. It was slow, a lazy kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. It had none of the urgency some of their kisses displayed from time to time, and no quiet desperation like others occasionally exhibited. It was long and sweet, lingering. Charlie was making little sounds of pleasure that had nothing to do with culinary reasons, and they went straight to Don's cock. He moaned and let the spoon fall on the floor, not caring about the mess or, more accurately, barely noticing.
With one hand still curled around his brother's neck, he used the other to start a slow motion up and down Charlie's back, before he stopped and let it rest on the enticing ass. He caressed and kneaded it through Charlie's pants, anticipating the moment when he would be buried deep inside.
All thoughts of taking it slowly were quickly becoming a thing of the past, and when Charlie opened Don's fly and slid one hand inside his boxers to stroke his cock, Don told himself he'd been insane to even think they could wait. "God, Charlie," he moaned at the maddening touch; those hands were indecently talented.
He pushed into Charlie's hand, trying to decide whether he really wanted to come in his pants like a teenager, or if it was worth stopping and taking the time to properly get their clothes off. He had a moment of lucidity when he took Charlie's hand and pushed it out of the way, honestly wanting to slow things down, but Charlie's look, the way he was staring at him through half-lidded eyes, the way he was biting his lower lip as if trying to restrain his whimpers, and his breathing - harsh and loud in the kitchen - were Don's undoing. He shoved Charlie against the counter and rubbed against him, grinding slowly first before really letting go; he accelerated the rhythm and thrust almost roughly, grazing his teeth against Charlie's jaw and neck, silently encouraging him to do the same.
Charlie threw his head back, baring more of his neck to Don to give him better access. His eyes closed, he started chanting his brother's name, the rhythm almost in synch with their thrusts. Don kissed him again, making the words his own. His hands buried in the curls and he forgot about everything; everything but Charlie and what they were doing to each other. Charlie tasted so good, felt so good against Don's body. Seeing his brother in such a wanton display, so hungry for him, was making Don crazy.
"Fuck, Charlie, what you do to me," he breathed in the other man's ear.
"Don't stop, please, don't stop," Charlie begged. He was close, Don knew the signs by heart. He was close himself. He'd known from the start that it wouldn't last long, they were too wound up to make it last - or to even want to make it last. Their two weeks of forced celibacy had caught up with them and they only had one goal - reach climax, make each other come and take the edge off.
"Come for me, Charlie, come for me," Don whispered roughly, his voice so low it was a miracle Charlie even heard it; but he did and he obeyed the command, his hips bucking almost of their own accord - or so it seemed to Don - as he came. Then Charlie wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and held him tight, his body shivering from the aftermath of his climax. Don followed him soon after, as he usually did after seeing and hearing and feeling Charlie come; it never failed to drive him crazy.
Don closed his eyes, basking in the afterglow, sweaty and sticky, his pants ruined and not giving a shit. His arms were full of Charlie, their scents were heavy around them and finally, after two weeks, he was breathing again. He suddenly felt Charlie shake in his arms and worried for a second before he realized his brother was laughing softly. It made him smile in return. Don gave a cheek a quick peck and pulled away, though one of his hands remained on Charlie's waist.
Charlie continued to laugh, his eyes shining with delight. Weariness was still visible on his face - as Don knew it was visible on his own, though he had every confidence that a couple of good night's sleep would fix it - but he was apparently very happy with himself.
"Care to share with the rest of the class, buddy?"
That made Charlie laugh louder. Don shook his head and wondered whether the bottle of wine they'd shared while he was cooking was suddenly getting to Charlie's head. Not that it was enough, but alcohol mixed with lack of sleep and lack of food sometimes gave surprising results. He drew his lover to an embrace and kissed the smiling lips.
"You taste so good."
"Do I? Or was that the sauce?"
Don chuckled; apparently Charlie was still in teasing mode. He wasn't complaining, he loved that side of Charlie.
"You," he whispered. And as if to prove the words, he licked Charlie's neck and trailed a path from there to his lips before tugging playfully on them. Then he slid his tongue into that sexy mouth and tasted Charlie again. When the kiss stopped, he nuzzled his cheek softly. "Definitely you."
"Don," Charlie said breathlessly. Then, "You're increasing your chances of fucking me later tonight exponentially."
"Oh am I?"
"You certainly are."
"Good," Don replied, a hand roaming over Charlie's ass. They stayed like that for a moment longer, enjoying the quiet around them; the room was filled with soft breathing, nothing more. They just savored the moment - and each other. Then with a playful swat on Charlie's cute butt and a quick peck on his lips, Don turned to the oven. He knelt to retrieve the fallen spoon, cleaning up swiftly. Charlie was watching him, that same amused look still firmly in place.
"You're in a really good mood tonight," Don noted.
Charlie gave a little shrug. "I guess I am. I'm just - I'm happy it's finally over."
Don nodded. He didn't need to ask what 'it' referred to. "You and me both." He stood up and looked at his crotch. "So, Charlie, what do you say we clean up a bit?"
As if it was a reminder of what they'd done, Charlie touched the damp patch on his pants and made a face. "I'd say this is a brilliant idea."
Don checked the saucepan and nodded to himself. Their timing couldn't be more perfect. They had time for a change of clothes and a quick cleanup and they'd be ready for the tasty meal he'd made. Well, Don's lips curved in a smile, he'd already had his tasty meal, but he wasn't against another.
"I know what you're thinking, Don," Charlie said in a amused tone, bringing him out of his reverie.
"Oh yeah?" Don turned to Charlie, staring at him fondly. He raised a hand to his brother's face and played with a curl, entwining it with his finger, tugging on it. He loved the feel of the soft hair on his skin.
Charlie nodded. "Yes. And I'm thinking we've been raised better than this."
Don's eyebrow lifted in a silent question.
"Having dessert before we eat," Charlie explained, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It'll ruin our appetite, don't you remember?"
This time Don laughed. "I think I remember something like that, yeah. But know what?" he asked with an intent look on his face. "Somehow, I don't think it ruined my appetite at all. Quite the contrary, it feels like I'm even more famished." He smiled in a predatory fashion when he saw Charlie's eyes grow even darker with lust. On that note he left the kitchen, feeling Charlie's eyes burning into his back. He knew his brother had gotten the meaning clear; Don hadn't been talking about food at all. After all, the night was still young.
2.
This is the life, Don thought as he tried to stretch the muscles of his back without disturbing the warm, sleeping bundle using his lap as a pillow.
The evening had exceeded any expectations Don might have had. Their 'cleanup' had turned into a brief but quite sensual shower since, unsurprisingly, they'd decided to share. Afterward they'd finally had dinner - one made of food this time - and Don had felt all the tension born of the past two weeks disappear completely. They had talked, laughed and teased the hell out of each other. It was a miracle they'd actually lasted long enough to finish what was on the table, but they had; they'd kept their hands off each other throughout the meal, enjoying the playful atmosphere to the fullest, wishing to drag out the teasing as much as possible.
Of course, the moment dinner was finished, they'd pounced on each other, getting the other naked as fast as they could. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, just the couch. Only then had things slowed down. Charlie had straddled his lover's lap and he'd fucked himself on Don's cock with none of the urgency they'd displayed in the kitchen; the rhythm had been slow, almost lazy, though definitely passionate. The strokes had been long and had driven them both almost crazy. They hadn't hurried the pace though, reveling in the feel of fucking and being fucked until they couldn't stand it anymore.
Not a moment went by without them kissing or touching each other; it seemed as if there wasn't an inch of their skin that hadn't been licked, kissed, fondled or caressed. The room had been filled with their whimpers and panting, with their words of encouragements and their cries. This time they'd made it last and, when it was over, they were totally worn out. But God, it had felt so good. No artificial drugs could rival the pleasure of such a joining.
They could have gone to bed afterward, but they'd been too lazy to even try to leave the couch. They'd both put their clothes back on, the biggest effort they could manage and, a couple hours later, they were still in the same position they'd found themselves in when they were slowly winding down. Don was awake enough not to feel like going to bed anyway, and Charlie was sleeping the sleep of the very tired and very sated, his head heavy on Don's lap - which was another reason why Don didn't feel like moving at all. Charlie was warm on Don's thigh, and his head was heavy on Don's cock as it was firmly cuddled against it. The touch obviously wasn't sexual, since Charlie was sleeping, but the pressure felt good anyway, and Don had no intention of dislodging his brother for the moment.
He flipped through channels to find something that wouldn't make him want to stab himself in the eyes and picked an old movie; it didn't matter that it was one he'd already seen a thousand times. He didn't raise the volume though; for one thing he was sure he knew the dialog by heart and for another he didn't want to disturb the peace surrounding him. He enjoyed the drone of the TV when he felt all mellow, so he left the volume loud enough that he could eventually follow the dialog if he wanted to, but low enough that he could ignore it completely if he were inclined. Which was exactly how he felt right now.
His eyes absently followed what was happening on screen but his mind was on the body sleeping against him. His left hand rested on Charlie's neck, the fingers touching his jaw, caressing the skin in a lazy motion. Charlie's skin was warm, not as soft as if he'd just shaved, but Don liked how it felt anyway. He liked touching Charlie, period. The pleasure he knew each time he could indulge in some Charlie touching was even stronger due to the fact that he couldn't do it whenever he wanted, and never in public. Or not the way he wanted to, at least, like a lover. So when they were alone together, he always gave free rein to his desire and he indulged himself as much as he could. To his - and, of course, Charlie's - pleasure.
Charlie stirred and made a little sound and Don focused his attention back on him; one of Charlie's hands stuck out of the blanket covering him, and Don saw the fingers wriggle a little. He abandoned Charlie's face and lightly stroked the long fingers with his own, tracing them slowly up and down, in a sensual massage. He knew Charlie was on his way to consciousness so he just waited, stroking his fingers, then his face again, in the same slow rhythm.
When Charlie finally opened his eyes, he stretched lazily and Don groaned softly as his cock was rubbed in a delicious way. He didn't think he was ready for a third round, but he still enjoyed the teasing sensation. Charlie moved his head against Don's crotch and this time it seemed to be deliberate.
"You're killing me, Charlie," he whispered huskily.
"Sorry," came the soft reply.
"I don't believe you." Don smiled when Charlie laughed at him. "So hey," he said, stroking his brother's hair, "had a good nap?"
"I hardly think that dozing off at," he peered at the clock near the TV, "two in the morning would qualify at taking a nap, Don."
"Dozing off," Don replied playfully. "Right."
"I just needed to - I think I was just tired."
Don frowned at Charlie's sudden change of tone. "Hey buddy, I was just joking, all right?"
"Sure." Charlie moved to a sitting position, his body still in contact with Don's. He ran a hand through his hair and seemed to notice the TV was on.
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing really, it was just a background sound. Look," Don said, not wanting to miss the opportunity to address the subject, "do you want to talk about it?"
Charlie looked at him questioningly.
"I mean, sure, we talked at dinner, but is there something else you want to tell me?"
"No, no, Don, honestly. It's okay - I'm okay."
"Because you just need to tell me, alright? Whatever you have on your mind."
"I know that, Don. I know," Charlie insisted, a hand coming to rest on Don's thigh as if the touch would convince the other man.
"Okay. And you did good Charlie."
"I know."
Don's eyes crinkled at the easy reply. "And you kept your modesty; that's good to hear."
Charlie smiled, looking a bit embarrassed for a second. "I meant that I'm glad I could help. And you did good too, Don. You were in front lines, after all. I just - I want you to know how much I, you know, I admire what you do."
"Hey thanks, Charlie. It means a lot." He couldn't resist and leaned forward to kiss his brother. Charlie opened immediately to him and allowed Don to take the lead. They didn't try to make it more than it was - a little kiss that spoke of tenderness, of gratitude, for being able to understand each other, for being there for the other. They were telling each other a lot of things.
They were smiling when they pulled away.
"We make a good team, Don, don't we?"
"We sure do."
That settled, Don stood up and motioned Charlie to join him. It was time they finally went to bed. He would spoon around a naked Charlie and they would fall asleep that way. They would certainly move during the night, but that moment when they fell asleep touching each other was enough. Then they would wake up and spend the day with their dad, no worrying about little boys being kidnapped and murdered by beasts disguised as human beings, no nothing. They would forget about it all and recharge their batteries and all would be well...
3.
Don woke slowly. As his mind reconnected with the world around him he smiled at the heavy weight plastered against his front. Charlie. Don remembered going to sleep tightly wrapped around his brother, Charlie's back against his chest, Charlie's ass against his cock. It was his favorite position; he enjoyed the connection. He also remembered groggily waking up because he needed to take a leak and, when he'd returned to bed, he'd fallen asleep on his back, covers at his waist since he was feeling pretty hot. By then, Charlie, whose subconscious had certainly told him about his brother leaving his position behind him, had nestled even more comfortably on his side of the bed and turned on his stomach. But, because Charlie was the same asleep or awake - always moving - he had turned around again and latched onto Don. Head and right hand covering his torso, one of Charlie's legs between Don's, he was effectively pinning Don to the bed.
Don yawned and put his left arm over his eyes. He wasn't ready to completely leave the Land of Nod yet; he wanted to take advantage of the cozy moment. With their hectic lives, it wasn't as if they had so many of them. He took a deep breath, enjoying how it let him feel Charlie's presence against his chest even more strongly. It seemed his brother always found a way to zero in on him; he'd always been like that, Don thought fondly. Even as a child he had constantly found a way to sprawl on his big brother's body whenever he fell asleep next to him. There was a time when Don had complained about that habit, but he never complained anymore. Quite the opposite.
Besides, he didn't have Charlie in his bed for the whole night often enough to ever take anything for granted. So Charlie's mere presence next to him was enough to make him happy. He loved that the last thing he saw when he went to sleep was Charlie, but he loved it even more when it was also the first thing he saw when he woke up. They did sleep together as much as they could - which wasn't a lot to begin with and just not enough, period - but Charlie often left for home after a few hours. They couldn't explain Charlie's presence at Don's all the time. So they compromised that way. They made do, of course, but each time they could indulge themselves was to be savored.
Which was why Don was happy just resting in bed, taking full advantage of having Charlie so close. He stayed like that for a long moment, then peeked from under his arm at the alarm clock on the nightstand and realized they would need to get their asses moving if they didn't want to be late at their dad's. Well, at Charlie's. He would have loved to stay in today, stay with Charlie and not set a foot outside but, truth be told, Don also felt a need to see their dad, and he knew Charlie felt the same. Even though they'd seen him on several occasions during the past two weeks, they hadn't really had the opportunity to spend quality time with him and it was overdue.
Don rubbed his eyes and then looked at the sleeping bundle on his chest. "Hey sleepyhead?" he tried, not raising his voice. He didn't want to get too brusque with Charlie; it never produced satisfactory results. "Come on, Charlie, wake up." He nudged him softly then stroked his back to try and bring him to the new day.
A groan told him he was on the right path. With some luck, Charlie wouldn't feel like killing him for not letting him sleep in.
"Wha'," Charlie asked, his voice slurred.
"We need to get up, buddy. Remember? Dad will be waiting for us. You don't want to arrive late."
Nothing.
"Well, come to think of it, I don't care that much if we're a bit late. I won't be the one blamed for it," he said matter-of-factly.
"What?"
Ah, interest, at last. "Dad will just assume you're the one who made us late. He'll blame you and I'll enjoy the show."
"That's not fair, Don."
"Poor little boy," he teased. "But hey, you're the one who's usually busy with his equations, or of his latest theory to test, or his papers to grade, or that new book he has to finish right now, so it's understandable Dad would think you're the culprit."
"Because you never put work before pleasure, of course," Charlie said, clearly peeved, but he still hadn't opened his eyes.
"Not when I can avoid it, and this would definitely qualify. So if you're ready to face Dad's wrath, go ahead, sleep as long as you want."
A little grumble met his explanation and he gasped as Charlie stretched against him and seemed to want to crawl inside him. If that was Don's punishment, he didn't know whether being good really paid off. Still, he had to try to keep with the theme.
"Come on, we don't have time for this," Don tried.
"Time is relative, didn't you know?" And Don wanted to curse Charlie for being the kind of man whose brain worked on all cylinders as soon as he finally decided to open his eyes. He felt himself rise up to the unspoken challenge initiated by Charlie, and closed his eyes at the sensation. He was already hard, but so far it had been just your regular morning hard-on. He could have forgotten about it... but if Charlie wanted to play, it was another story.
Don groaned when a hand started stroking his erection. "Well," he breathed, admitting defeat, "a quickie with Doctor Charles Eppes is usually a wonderful way to start the day." He opened his eyes and sent a steaming look his brother's way.
Charlie chuckled at that. Don smiled; it was going to be a good day, he just knew it. Still, they had to try for some discipline. In a swift move he had Charlie on his back and him between Charlie's open legs. His brother was looking up at him, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden move, but it soon turned into a look of smug satisfaction. Don nuzzled his cheek and then leaned back on his heels. "You're going to move that ass of yours to the shower and we'll have our fun in there. Then we'll get dressed and we'll leave to meet Dad. How's that for a program?"
"I'm down with that," Charlie agreed.
It was too good an opening for Don to resist, so with an evil smile, he said, "Oh, you'll go down, that's a given." Then he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Charlie's laugh accompanying him.
4.
The quickie was turning into something else; it was always more with them. More intense, more pleasurable.
The water was running, steaming up the shower stall and making both men sweat even more than usual. Their bodies were slippery, both because of the water and the soap Don had used on them. He had Charlie facing away from him, body arched up at a beautiful angle, his hands on the tile wall, and he was fucking him with quick, hard strokes that were making Charlie crazy.
"Harder, Don, harder."
"You feel so good, you're driving me crazy," Don hissed in Charlie's ear - a favorite line of his when he was with Charlie. Water was running down his spine and making him arch up too; his whole body was hypersensitive, it was driving him mad. He almost pulled out of Charlie before thrusting hard and filling him again in one move and Charlie cried his name. He pushed back against Don, meeting each of his brother's strokes with one of his and he clenched from within, making Don cry this time. Then one of his hands reached behind him to grasp one of Don's; he wrapped Don's arm around his waist then put the hand on his own cock, showing Don what he wanted.
Don didn't deny Charlie and started stroking his brother's cock, still fucking him. Charlie's hand came to rest on Don's, accompanying the caresses. He threw his head back on Don's shoulders and closed his eyes, letting himself feel the dual pleasure.
"You know what I want, give it to me," Don said roughly in his ears, panting. His thrusts were pushing Charlie against the wall now, and the hand on Charlie's cock was squeezing and stroking him in a demanding rhythm.
Charlie nodded, and Don knew he'd been heard and understood. It didn't matter that Charlie had already come in his hands twice since the night before; Don liked nothing more than having Charlie come first, come in his hands because Don had told him to. It always drove him over the edge and there was nothing better than a spent Charlie, leaning heavily against him, sated, and letting Don work himself to his own climax afterward.
Don knew Charlie would come mere seconds before the other man did. He shivered; he always felt powerful when it happened. His hand stayed possessively on Charlie's spent cock for a moment before Don put both his hands on Charlie's hips, fingers digging into the slippery skin, and making him lean forward once more. He bent forward a moment, brushed the soaked hair off Charlie's neck and kissed the hot skin before straightening and picking up an almost frantic pace - he saw stars when he came, which made him laugh in delight.
Panting, he withdrew from Charlie's body and turned him, then kissed him senseless.
"God, I can't get enough of you," he said, his breathing still erratic.
"I love that you can't," Charlie replied.
Don smiled at the reply and started washing Charlie, then let him return the favor. Their soap-covered hands ran along each other's bodies while they talked about everything and nothing, once more enjoying the intimacy and quiet of the moment. Charlie was being extremely thorough - in other words, he was being very Charlie - and Don had to laugh when his brother made him bend over so that Charlie could 'wash his hair in the optimal environment'. Don didn't protest, just let his brother manhandle him to his convenience and almost purred at the massage of his scalp; Charlie's hands seemed to have been designed for pleasure. He also liked how the water was running over his head, down his back and ass. Coupled with Charlie's hands doing their magic, Charlie's body so close to his, it was turning out to be a deliciously sensual massage all over his body, not just his hair, and he let himself simply enjoy the ride.
"You like that, uh?" Charlie asked, though Don knew it wasn't a question at all.
"Now I know why they call you a genius," he said, his voice sounding miles away. It was true that Charlie had a knack for frustrating Don. He could drive him crazy in the worst ways - that was what little brothers were about, he guessed - but he also was the one person who could make him feel so relaxed and comfortable. Charlie knew him by heart and used that knowledge freely and efficiently and, so far, Don had never thought of complaining.
"If you keep that up," he finally said, "I think I'll have to go back to bed."
He heard Charlie laugh and then he felt a hand ran along his spine before it left his body. He stood up and turned to Charlie, smiling. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Charlie replied softly.
They knew they couldn't take forever so they didn't linger in the shower any longer, but quickly rinsed.
"Did Dad mention golf?" Charlie asked out the blue.
"Excuse me?" Don turned off the water and got out of the shower, looking at his brother questioningly.
"I don't remember whether Dad mentioned if we would go and play golf after lunch." Charlie took the towel Don handed him and started to dry himself.
"I knew you weren't listening," Don's said, his voice muffled by the towel he was using to dry his face and hair. "Come to think of it," he added, face now visible and hair spiking in all directions, "maybe Dad did it on purpose." His eyes crinkled at the thought.
"They say with practice comes excellence but ah, see, golf is just breaking all the rules I know, Don. It follows its own set of rules and just - I don't get it," Charlie said, looking completely dumbfounded at the idea of something like that resisting him.
"At least you try."
"Well, yeah. I guess. As long as Dad's happy, it's okay."
"Speaking of him - let's hurry things up a little, bro."
They brushed their teeth quickly then got dressed and finally left the apartment.
5.
On their way to the family home, Don had to endure Charlie's complaints about the illogical patterns that seemed to rule golf - or misrule it as it happened. It never failed to amuse him when Charlie got outraged because of a game. He wondered whether it was a genius' prerogative to be petty when they failed at even the most insignificant things, but one thing was sure - it was obviously Charlie's prerogative and his brother always let him know, in painful detail, why golf wasn't a real game and why he should be allowed to quit it. Of course, Don reminded himself when he was the victim of Charlie's lecture about that 'pseudo-sport', it could be worse: Charlie could be whining about scrabble. That was painful to listen to.
He stopped at a red light, still listening to Charlie but hoping they would arrive home soon; he knew that Charlie would shut up then. Technically, Don knew perfectly well that Charlie loved spending time with their Dad and he also knew that Charlie had accepted that his inability to be a good golf player gave their father the opportunity to teach him something for once, so he endured and smiled - for Dad's sake. But afterward, when he was alone with Don, he would show him equations that apparently demonstrated where the balls were supposed to go, established the curves they were supposed to follow. And each time, Don endured it - for Charlie's sake.
They had quite the great family dynamic, if you asked Don.
At the next red light he turned to Charlie when his brother nudged him softly.
"Hey Don, look," Charlie said. His head discreetly motioned to a couple coming their way on the sidewalk; two women in their forties were walking hand in hand. They looked comfortable and confident, the way any couple should have the right to feel.
"I can see it, Don."
"See what, buddy?"
"Us, like that. I mean, I'm not even talking about us here, but - yeah, on vacation? Away from here, where no one knows we're brothers - it could work."
Red turned to green and Don drove off. Careful to keep his eyes on the road, Don reached a hand to Charlie and squeezed his thigh once.
"Sounds good."
"It does."
"So what do you see exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
Don cast a quick glance toward Charlie. "You said you 'saw us like that'; I'm all for your fantasies, Charlie, you know that."
Charlie cocked his head to the side. "Except I'm thinking of it more as a, uh, project than a fantasy per se."
"So, not a fantasy?"
"If you think of 'fantasy' as the process of creating an 'unrealistic' or 'improbable' image in response to a need that one, or both of us, might have - well, no I don't like it."
Don laughed. "You talk like a dictionary, Charlie. Care to tell me how you spell 'fantasy'?" Silence met his question and he shook his head. "Alright, alright, I give. So tell me what you see when you picture both of us on vacation; a project like that sounds nice." Then, and because he couldn't resist, "And first, do you forget about your numbers during our little vacation?"
"Well, see, Don," Charlie said, sounding quite smug, "that would be a fantasy. Yours in this case."
Don laughed again. "Okay, so I asked for it. But seriously, I'm listening."
Charlie was looking at him, maybe trying to decide whether Don meant what he said or if he was ready to make fun of him. But he must have seen what he wanted on Don's face because he nodded and turned on his seat slightly so that he could see Don's profile more easily.
"We're sitting on the terrace of a restaurant. It's dusk, the air is warm, salty; it smells of sand and sea." Charlie seemed to be warming to his little tale. "We're actually looking at the beach, the restaurant is above it. We've spent the day swimming and just relaxing. I think - yes, I think that you offered that we go and play pool after dinner to end the evening. I accepted because I'm good at pool, that's a mathematic driven game and the geometry makes the game so beautiful and interesting. I also know you'll let me talk about geometry and velocity and Newton's laws-"
"Because I know how to treat my guy, obviously," Don said, smiling and winking at Charlie.
"But I'll keep the explanation to a minimum because I know how to treat mine."
Don wasn't sure whether it sounded more like a question or a statement. He never knew why Charlie sometimes felt insecure about his own part in their relationship, and never knew what triggered those little bouts of anxiety, but he never hesitated to reassure Charlie immediately. "You sure do. In every respect, okay?"
"Okay." Charlie's smile was both relieved and satisfied - not an easy task - as if he had known what Don would say, but hadn't been a hundred per cent sure.
"Good. So what about the rest? 'Cause I'm liking it so far, buddy."
"We're drinking white wine and looking at the sunset. It's so peaceful, Don. I reach my hand to yours and you take it, right here, outside, in public. Then you lean forward and I know what you're going to do and I'm a little nervous because it's so new - kissing in public like that, it's, ah, it's exciting but it's also a bit scary. But I lean forward too and my lips brush yours and we kiss... and it's so good because the world is around us, no walls, nothing to hide behind and no one know what we are; they just see two guys kissing each other, and it's not that bad."
"It's better than good," Don said, wanting to do what Charlie had just described. But he was now approaching the house and, though he wasn't in front of it yet, he knew that he couldn't allow himself to cave in to temptation. They never were as alone as they thought they were; people were always walking by, were always looking outside their windows, were always there. Without being nosy, people always noticed things; that was something he'd learned in his job. And though he also knew people didn't always notice what he needed for his cases, he had no doubt that should he and Charlie kiss in the street, someone would see it... and then...
"Hey, know what?" Don said, now parking the car in the alley leading to their house. "I'm thinking I'd like to enact that little story of yours."
"What?" Charlie, who was about to open the door and step outside, closed it and sat back to look at Don.
"Yeah, why can't we have that? I mean, what's stopping us?"
"What - what is stopping us? What about your work. Mine. Ours?"
"You're such a spoilsport, Chuck! I'm sure the world won't collapse if we manage to get away for a little weekend."
"I'm not so sure about that."
Don laughed. "I'm not saying it's not going to be hell finding two days off both at the same time, but aren't you the one who loves to solve the unsolvable?"
Charlie's eyes widened at that; he could never resist a challenge. "I guess... I guess maybe we could try."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Charlie shrugged, but a little smile was tugging at his lips.
"Hey boys!"
Don and Charlie startled and turned to their father who was standing on the porch, waving at them.
"Are you coming in or should I bring the food to the car?" With a shake of his head and smile on his face, Alan went back in the house, apparently not doubting that his sons would follow quickly; he even left the door open for them.
"I think Father called us," Charlie said, sounding amused.
"Apparently."
They both left the car and headed for the house. They had a couple of minutes to go from lovers back to brothers. Well, it wasn't that they stopped being lovers, it's just that they put it in a box, one they would open again once they were alone together. They were able to shift without difficulty; after all, the love was still there, it was just different. They gave each other a smile, Don's hand on the small of Charlie's back in a last caress, before entering the house to join their father.
Fin
numb3rsflashfic but when it went over 3000, then over 4000 to finally reach over 6000 words, I thought it was a tad too long to fit in a Flashfic Community, so I'm posting it here only... Thanks to
starwatcher307 for the precious help *hugs*Title: Weekend
Pairing: Don/Charlie [incest]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: circa 6610
Summary: Don and Charlie share a weekend together.
Notes: So the reason why it got a bit out of hands is that I chose several paintings to write my story, namely Matter of Taste, Late Show, Blue Morning, Head and Shoulder and Eclipse. I linked each picture to each chapter, in the hope that it'll make it easy for the reader...
Spoiler: I wouldn't say it's spoilery but I suppose that technically there's a tiny mention of "Noisy Edge".
1.
"What do you think?" Don asked Charlie as he offered him the spoon. He was pretty confident in the result, but he liked asking Charlie his opinion; it reminded them both of when they were children and they would fight over who got to taste or lick the spoon first when their mother cooked. Don smiled when his brother bent slightly forward, a serious look on his face; Charlie always did everything seriously. One of his hands automatically raised toward Don to rest lightly on his wrist and, though it felt like a butterfly's touch, it made Don tingle a little; the touch felt so easy, so familiar. So warm, too - so real.
He watched Charlie's tongue steal out and tentatively taste the contents of the spoon, instinctively wanting to make sure it wasn't too hot, and Don felt a little shiver run through his body at the sight. Because of a hellish case, they'd been either too busy to find the time to be together, or too tired to actually do anything when they finally were; it had been almost two weeks since they had sex. That delectable tongue instantly made Don even more sensitive to his brother's presence.
He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together. The night was young; he had no intention of hurrying anything.
A little sound of pleasure coming from Charlie snapped him out of his reverie and he almost growled when he opened his eyes. His brother was licking his lips, looking at him through his eyelashes - he always did that, knowing the kind of reaction he was sure to provoke - and, suddenly, taking it slowly didn't sound that easy. Charlie wasn't making it easy.
"It's delicious, Don."
"Glad you approve."
"Don't I always?" Charlie teased.
Don chuckled and decided to give in to temptation; with his free hand he cupped Charlie's neck and pulled him in to a kiss. It was slow, a lazy kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. It had none of the urgency some of their kisses displayed from time to time, and no quiet desperation like others occasionally exhibited. It was long and sweet, lingering. Charlie was making little sounds of pleasure that had nothing to do with culinary reasons, and they went straight to Don's cock. He moaned and let the spoon fall on the floor, not caring about the mess or, more accurately, barely noticing.
With one hand still curled around his brother's neck, he used the other to start a slow motion up and down Charlie's back, before he stopped and let it rest on the enticing ass. He caressed and kneaded it through Charlie's pants, anticipating the moment when he would be buried deep inside.
All thoughts of taking it slowly were quickly becoming a thing of the past, and when Charlie opened Don's fly and slid one hand inside his boxers to stroke his cock, Don told himself he'd been insane to even think they could wait. "God, Charlie," he moaned at the maddening touch; those hands were indecently talented.
He pushed into Charlie's hand, trying to decide whether he really wanted to come in his pants like a teenager, or if it was worth stopping and taking the time to properly get their clothes off. He had a moment of lucidity when he took Charlie's hand and pushed it out of the way, honestly wanting to slow things down, but Charlie's look, the way he was staring at him through half-lidded eyes, the way he was biting his lower lip as if trying to restrain his whimpers, and his breathing - harsh and loud in the kitchen - were Don's undoing. He shoved Charlie against the counter and rubbed against him, grinding slowly first before really letting go; he accelerated the rhythm and thrust almost roughly, grazing his teeth against Charlie's jaw and neck, silently encouraging him to do the same.
Charlie threw his head back, baring more of his neck to Don to give him better access. His eyes closed, he started chanting his brother's name, the rhythm almost in synch with their thrusts. Don kissed him again, making the words his own. His hands buried in the curls and he forgot about everything; everything but Charlie and what they were doing to each other. Charlie tasted so good, felt so good against Don's body. Seeing his brother in such a wanton display, so hungry for him, was making Don crazy.
"Fuck, Charlie, what you do to me," he breathed in the other man's ear.
"Don't stop, please, don't stop," Charlie begged. He was close, Don knew the signs by heart. He was close himself. He'd known from the start that it wouldn't last long, they were too wound up to make it last - or to even want to make it last. Their two weeks of forced celibacy had caught up with them and they only had one goal - reach climax, make each other come and take the edge off.
"Come for me, Charlie, come for me," Don whispered roughly, his voice so low it was a miracle Charlie even heard it; but he did and he obeyed the command, his hips bucking almost of their own accord - or so it seemed to Don - as he came. Then Charlie wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and held him tight, his body shivering from the aftermath of his climax. Don followed him soon after, as he usually did after seeing and hearing and feeling Charlie come; it never failed to drive him crazy.
Don closed his eyes, basking in the afterglow, sweaty and sticky, his pants ruined and not giving a shit. His arms were full of Charlie, their scents were heavy around them and finally, after two weeks, he was breathing again. He suddenly felt Charlie shake in his arms and worried for a second before he realized his brother was laughing softly. It made him smile in return. Don gave a cheek a quick peck and pulled away, though one of his hands remained on Charlie's waist.
Charlie continued to laugh, his eyes shining with delight. Weariness was still visible on his face - as Don knew it was visible on his own, though he had every confidence that a couple of good night's sleep would fix it - but he was apparently very happy with himself.
"Care to share with the rest of the class, buddy?"
That made Charlie laugh louder. Don shook his head and wondered whether the bottle of wine they'd shared while he was cooking was suddenly getting to Charlie's head. Not that it was enough, but alcohol mixed with lack of sleep and lack of food sometimes gave surprising results. He drew his lover to an embrace and kissed the smiling lips.
"You taste so good."
"Do I? Or was that the sauce?"
Don chuckled; apparently Charlie was still in teasing mode. He wasn't complaining, he loved that side of Charlie.
"You," he whispered. And as if to prove the words, he licked Charlie's neck and trailed a path from there to his lips before tugging playfully on them. Then he slid his tongue into that sexy mouth and tasted Charlie again. When the kiss stopped, he nuzzled his cheek softly. "Definitely you."
"Don," Charlie said breathlessly. Then, "You're increasing your chances of fucking me later tonight exponentially."
"Oh am I?"
"You certainly are."
"Good," Don replied, a hand roaming over Charlie's ass. They stayed like that for a moment longer, enjoying the quiet around them; the room was filled with soft breathing, nothing more. They just savored the moment - and each other. Then with a playful swat on Charlie's cute butt and a quick peck on his lips, Don turned to the oven. He knelt to retrieve the fallen spoon, cleaning up swiftly. Charlie was watching him, that same amused look still firmly in place.
"You're in a really good mood tonight," Don noted.
Charlie gave a little shrug. "I guess I am. I'm just - I'm happy it's finally over."
Don nodded. He didn't need to ask what 'it' referred to. "You and me both." He stood up and looked at his crotch. "So, Charlie, what do you say we clean up a bit?"
As if it was a reminder of what they'd done, Charlie touched the damp patch on his pants and made a face. "I'd say this is a brilliant idea."
Don checked the saucepan and nodded to himself. Their timing couldn't be more perfect. They had time for a change of clothes and a quick cleanup and they'd be ready for the tasty meal he'd made. Well, Don's lips curved in a smile, he'd already had his tasty meal, but he wasn't against another.
"I know what you're thinking, Don," Charlie said in a amused tone, bringing him out of his reverie.
"Oh yeah?" Don turned to Charlie, staring at him fondly. He raised a hand to his brother's face and played with a curl, entwining it with his finger, tugging on it. He loved the feel of the soft hair on his skin.
Charlie nodded. "Yes. And I'm thinking we've been raised better than this."
Don's eyebrow lifted in a silent question.
"Having dessert before we eat," Charlie explained, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It'll ruin our appetite, don't you remember?"
This time Don laughed. "I think I remember something like that, yeah. But know what?" he asked with an intent look on his face. "Somehow, I don't think it ruined my appetite at all. Quite the contrary, it feels like I'm even more famished." He smiled in a predatory fashion when he saw Charlie's eyes grow even darker with lust. On that note he left the kitchen, feeling Charlie's eyes burning into his back. He knew his brother had gotten the meaning clear; Don hadn't been talking about food at all. After all, the night was still young.
2.
This is the life, Don thought as he tried to stretch the muscles of his back without disturbing the warm, sleeping bundle using his lap as a pillow.
The evening had exceeded any expectations Don might have had. Their 'cleanup' had turned into a brief but quite sensual shower since, unsurprisingly, they'd decided to share. Afterward they'd finally had dinner - one made of food this time - and Don had felt all the tension born of the past two weeks disappear completely. They had talked, laughed and teased the hell out of each other. It was a miracle they'd actually lasted long enough to finish what was on the table, but they had; they'd kept their hands off each other throughout the meal, enjoying the playful atmosphere to the fullest, wishing to drag out the teasing as much as possible.
Of course, the moment dinner was finished, they'd pounced on each other, getting the other naked as fast as they could. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom, just the couch. Only then had things slowed down. Charlie had straddled his lover's lap and he'd fucked himself on Don's cock with none of the urgency they'd displayed in the kitchen; the rhythm had been slow, almost lazy, though definitely passionate. The strokes had been long and had driven them both almost crazy. They hadn't hurried the pace though, reveling in the feel of fucking and being fucked until they couldn't stand it anymore.
Not a moment went by without them kissing or touching each other; it seemed as if there wasn't an inch of their skin that hadn't been licked, kissed, fondled or caressed. The room had been filled with their whimpers and panting, with their words of encouragements and their cries. This time they'd made it last and, when it was over, they were totally worn out. But God, it had felt so good. No artificial drugs could rival the pleasure of such a joining.
They could have gone to bed afterward, but they'd been too lazy to even try to leave the couch. They'd both put their clothes back on, the biggest effort they could manage and, a couple hours later, they were still in the same position they'd found themselves in when they were slowly winding down. Don was awake enough not to feel like going to bed anyway, and Charlie was sleeping the sleep of the very tired and very sated, his head heavy on Don's lap - which was another reason why Don didn't feel like moving at all. Charlie was warm on Don's thigh, and his head was heavy on Don's cock as it was firmly cuddled against it. The touch obviously wasn't sexual, since Charlie was sleeping, but the pressure felt good anyway, and Don had no intention of dislodging his brother for the moment.
He flipped through channels to find something that wouldn't make him want to stab himself in the eyes and picked an old movie; it didn't matter that it was one he'd already seen a thousand times. He didn't raise the volume though; for one thing he was sure he knew the dialog by heart and for another he didn't want to disturb the peace surrounding him. He enjoyed the drone of the TV when he felt all mellow, so he left the volume loud enough that he could eventually follow the dialog if he wanted to, but low enough that he could ignore it completely if he were inclined. Which was exactly how he felt right now.
His eyes absently followed what was happening on screen but his mind was on the body sleeping against him. His left hand rested on Charlie's neck, the fingers touching his jaw, caressing the skin in a lazy motion. Charlie's skin was warm, not as soft as if he'd just shaved, but Don liked how it felt anyway. He liked touching Charlie, period. The pleasure he knew each time he could indulge in some Charlie touching was even stronger due to the fact that he couldn't do it whenever he wanted, and never in public. Or not the way he wanted to, at least, like a lover. So when they were alone together, he always gave free rein to his desire and he indulged himself as much as he could. To his - and, of course, Charlie's - pleasure.
Charlie stirred and made a little sound and Don focused his attention back on him; one of Charlie's hands stuck out of the blanket covering him, and Don saw the fingers wriggle a little. He abandoned Charlie's face and lightly stroked the long fingers with his own, tracing them slowly up and down, in a sensual massage. He knew Charlie was on his way to consciousness so he just waited, stroking his fingers, then his face again, in the same slow rhythm.
When Charlie finally opened his eyes, he stretched lazily and Don groaned softly as his cock was rubbed in a delicious way. He didn't think he was ready for a third round, but he still enjoyed the teasing sensation. Charlie moved his head against Don's crotch and this time it seemed to be deliberate.
"You're killing me, Charlie," he whispered huskily.
"Sorry," came the soft reply.
"I don't believe you." Don smiled when Charlie laughed at him. "So hey," he said, stroking his brother's hair, "had a good nap?"
"I hardly think that dozing off at," he peered at the clock near the TV, "two in the morning would qualify at taking a nap, Don."
"Dozing off," Don replied playfully. "Right."
"I just needed to - I think I was just tired."
Don frowned at Charlie's sudden change of tone. "Hey buddy, I was just joking, all right?"
"Sure." Charlie moved to a sitting position, his body still in contact with Don's. He ran a hand through his hair and seemed to notice the TV was on.
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing really, it was just a background sound. Look," Don said, not wanting to miss the opportunity to address the subject, "do you want to talk about it?"
Charlie looked at him questioningly.
"I mean, sure, we talked at dinner, but is there something else you want to tell me?"
"No, no, Don, honestly. It's okay - I'm okay."
"Because you just need to tell me, alright? Whatever you have on your mind."
"I know that, Don. I know," Charlie insisted, a hand coming to rest on Don's thigh as if the touch would convince the other man.
"Okay. And you did good Charlie."
"I know."
Don's eyes crinkled at the easy reply. "And you kept your modesty; that's good to hear."
Charlie smiled, looking a bit embarrassed for a second. "I meant that I'm glad I could help. And you did good too, Don. You were in front lines, after all. I just - I want you to know how much I, you know, I admire what you do."
"Hey thanks, Charlie. It means a lot." He couldn't resist and leaned forward to kiss his brother. Charlie opened immediately to him and allowed Don to take the lead. They didn't try to make it more than it was - a little kiss that spoke of tenderness, of gratitude, for being able to understand each other, for being there for the other. They were telling each other a lot of things.
They were smiling when they pulled away.
"We make a good team, Don, don't we?"
"We sure do."
That settled, Don stood up and motioned Charlie to join him. It was time they finally went to bed. He would spoon around a naked Charlie and they would fall asleep that way. They would certainly move during the night, but that moment when they fell asleep touching each other was enough. Then they would wake up and spend the day with their dad, no worrying about little boys being kidnapped and murdered by beasts disguised as human beings, no nothing. They would forget about it all and recharge their batteries and all would be well...
3.
Don woke slowly. As his mind reconnected with the world around him he smiled at the heavy weight plastered against his front. Charlie. Don remembered going to sleep tightly wrapped around his brother, Charlie's back against his chest, Charlie's ass against his cock. It was his favorite position; he enjoyed the connection. He also remembered groggily waking up because he needed to take a leak and, when he'd returned to bed, he'd fallen asleep on his back, covers at his waist since he was feeling pretty hot. By then, Charlie, whose subconscious had certainly told him about his brother leaving his position behind him, had nestled even more comfortably on his side of the bed and turned on his stomach. But, because Charlie was the same asleep or awake - always moving - he had turned around again and latched onto Don. Head and right hand covering his torso, one of Charlie's legs between Don's, he was effectively pinning Don to the bed.
Don yawned and put his left arm over his eyes. He wasn't ready to completely leave the Land of Nod yet; he wanted to take advantage of the cozy moment. With their hectic lives, it wasn't as if they had so many of them. He took a deep breath, enjoying how it let him feel Charlie's presence against his chest even more strongly. It seemed his brother always found a way to zero in on him; he'd always been like that, Don thought fondly. Even as a child he had constantly found a way to sprawl on his big brother's body whenever he fell asleep next to him. There was a time when Don had complained about that habit, but he never complained anymore. Quite the opposite.
Besides, he didn't have Charlie in his bed for the whole night often enough to ever take anything for granted. So Charlie's mere presence next to him was enough to make him happy. He loved that the last thing he saw when he went to sleep was Charlie, but he loved it even more when it was also the first thing he saw when he woke up. They did sleep together as much as they could - which wasn't a lot to begin with and just not enough, period - but Charlie often left for home after a few hours. They couldn't explain Charlie's presence at Don's all the time. So they compromised that way. They made do, of course, but each time they could indulge themselves was to be savored.
Which was why Don was happy just resting in bed, taking full advantage of having Charlie so close. He stayed like that for a long moment, then peeked from under his arm at the alarm clock on the nightstand and realized they would need to get their asses moving if they didn't want to be late at their dad's. Well, at Charlie's. He would have loved to stay in today, stay with Charlie and not set a foot outside but, truth be told, Don also felt a need to see their dad, and he knew Charlie felt the same. Even though they'd seen him on several occasions during the past two weeks, they hadn't really had the opportunity to spend quality time with him and it was overdue.
Don rubbed his eyes and then looked at the sleeping bundle on his chest. "Hey sleepyhead?" he tried, not raising his voice. He didn't want to get too brusque with Charlie; it never produced satisfactory results. "Come on, Charlie, wake up." He nudged him softly then stroked his back to try and bring him to the new day.
A groan told him he was on the right path. With some luck, Charlie wouldn't feel like killing him for not letting him sleep in.
"Wha'," Charlie asked, his voice slurred.
"We need to get up, buddy. Remember? Dad will be waiting for us. You don't want to arrive late."
Nothing.
"Well, come to think of it, I don't care that much if we're a bit late. I won't be the one blamed for it," he said matter-of-factly.
"What?"
Ah, interest, at last. "Dad will just assume you're the one who made us late. He'll blame you and I'll enjoy the show."
"That's not fair, Don."
"Poor little boy," he teased. "But hey, you're the one who's usually busy with his equations, or of his latest theory to test, or his papers to grade, or that new book he has to finish right now, so it's understandable Dad would think you're the culprit."
"Because you never put work before pleasure, of course," Charlie said, clearly peeved, but he still hadn't opened his eyes.
"Not when I can avoid it, and this would definitely qualify. So if you're ready to face Dad's wrath, go ahead, sleep as long as you want."
A little grumble met his explanation and he gasped as Charlie stretched against him and seemed to want to crawl inside him. If that was Don's punishment, he didn't know whether being good really paid off. Still, he had to try to keep with the theme.
"Come on, we don't have time for this," Don tried.
"Time is relative, didn't you know?" And Don wanted to curse Charlie for being the kind of man whose brain worked on all cylinders as soon as he finally decided to open his eyes. He felt himself rise up to the unspoken challenge initiated by Charlie, and closed his eyes at the sensation. He was already hard, but so far it had been just your regular morning hard-on. He could have forgotten about it... but if Charlie wanted to play, it was another story.
Don groaned when a hand started stroking his erection. "Well," he breathed, admitting defeat, "a quickie with Doctor Charles Eppes is usually a wonderful way to start the day." He opened his eyes and sent a steaming look his brother's way.
Charlie chuckled at that. Don smiled; it was going to be a good day, he just knew it. Still, they had to try for some discipline. In a swift move he had Charlie on his back and him between Charlie's open legs. His brother was looking up at him, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden move, but it soon turned into a look of smug satisfaction. Don nuzzled his cheek and then leaned back on his heels. "You're going to move that ass of yours to the shower and we'll have our fun in there. Then we'll get dressed and we'll leave to meet Dad. How's that for a program?"
"I'm down with that," Charlie agreed.
It was too good an opening for Don to resist, so with an evil smile, he said, "Oh, you'll go down, that's a given." Then he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Charlie's laugh accompanying him.
4.
The quickie was turning into something else; it was always more with them. More intense, more pleasurable.
The water was running, steaming up the shower stall and making both men sweat even more than usual. Their bodies were slippery, both because of the water and the soap Don had used on them. He had Charlie facing away from him, body arched up at a beautiful angle, his hands on the tile wall, and he was fucking him with quick, hard strokes that were making Charlie crazy.
"Harder, Don, harder."
"You feel so good, you're driving me crazy," Don hissed in Charlie's ear - a favorite line of his when he was with Charlie. Water was running down his spine and making him arch up too; his whole body was hypersensitive, it was driving him mad. He almost pulled out of Charlie before thrusting hard and filling him again in one move and Charlie cried his name. He pushed back against Don, meeting each of his brother's strokes with one of his and he clenched from within, making Don cry this time. Then one of his hands reached behind him to grasp one of Don's; he wrapped Don's arm around his waist then put the hand on his own cock, showing Don what he wanted.
Don didn't deny Charlie and started stroking his brother's cock, still fucking him. Charlie's hand came to rest on Don's, accompanying the caresses. He threw his head back on Don's shoulders and closed his eyes, letting himself feel the dual pleasure.
"You know what I want, give it to me," Don said roughly in his ears, panting. His thrusts were pushing Charlie against the wall now, and the hand on Charlie's cock was squeezing and stroking him in a demanding rhythm.
Charlie nodded, and Don knew he'd been heard and understood. It didn't matter that Charlie had already come in his hands twice since the night before; Don liked nothing more than having Charlie come first, come in his hands because Don had told him to. It always drove him over the edge and there was nothing better than a spent Charlie, leaning heavily against him, sated, and letting Don work himself to his own climax afterward.
Don knew Charlie would come mere seconds before the other man did. He shivered; he always felt powerful when it happened. His hand stayed possessively on Charlie's spent cock for a moment before Don put both his hands on Charlie's hips, fingers digging into the slippery skin, and making him lean forward once more. He bent forward a moment, brushed the soaked hair off Charlie's neck and kissed the hot skin before straightening and picking up an almost frantic pace - he saw stars when he came, which made him laugh in delight.
Panting, he withdrew from Charlie's body and turned him, then kissed him senseless.
"God, I can't get enough of you," he said, his breathing still erratic.
"I love that you can't," Charlie replied.
Don smiled at the reply and started washing Charlie, then let him return the favor. Their soap-covered hands ran along each other's bodies while they talked about everything and nothing, once more enjoying the intimacy and quiet of the moment. Charlie was being extremely thorough - in other words, he was being very Charlie - and Don had to laugh when his brother made him bend over so that Charlie could 'wash his hair in the optimal environment'. Don didn't protest, just let his brother manhandle him to his convenience and almost purred at the massage of his scalp; Charlie's hands seemed to have been designed for pleasure. He also liked how the water was running over his head, down his back and ass. Coupled with Charlie's hands doing their magic, Charlie's body so close to his, it was turning out to be a deliciously sensual massage all over his body, not just his hair, and he let himself simply enjoy the ride.
"You like that, uh?" Charlie asked, though Don knew it wasn't a question at all.
"Now I know why they call you a genius," he said, his voice sounding miles away. It was true that Charlie had a knack for frustrating Don. He could drive him crazy in the worst ways - that was what little brothers were about, he guessed - but he also was the one person who could make him feel so relaxed and comfortable. Charlie knew him by heart and used that knowledge freely and efficiently and, so far, Don had never thought of complaining.
"If you keep that up," he finally said, "I think I'll have to go back to bed."
He heard Charlie laugh and then he felt a hand ran along his spine before it left his body. He stood up and turned to Charlie, smiling. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Charlie replied softly.
They knew they couldn't take forever so they didn't linger in the shower any longer, but quickly rinsed.
"Did Dad mention golf?" Charlie asked out the blue.
"Excuse me?" Don turned off the water and got out of the shower, looking at his brother questioningly.
"I don't remember whether Dad mentioned if we would go and play golf after lunch." Charlie took the towel Don handed him and started to dry himself.
"I knew you weren't listening," Don's said, his voice muffled by the towel he was using to dry his face and hair. "Come to think of it," he added, face now visible and hair spiking in all directions, "maybe Dad did it on purpose." His eyes crinkled at the thought.
"They say with practice comes excellence but ah, see, golf is just breaking all the rules I know, Don. It follows its own set of rules and just - I don't get it," Charlie said, looking completely dumbfounded at the idea of something like that resisting him.
"At least you try."
"Well, yeah. I guess. As long as Dad's happy, it's okay."
"Speaking of him - let's hurry things up a little, bro."
They brushed their teeth quickly then got dressed and finally left the apartment.
5.
On their way to the family home, Don had to endure Charlie's complaints about the illogical patterns that seemed to rule golf - or misrule it as it happened. It never failed to amuse him when Charlie got outraged because of a game. He wondered whether it was a genius' prerogative to be petty when they failed at even the most insignificant things, but one thing was sure - it was obviously Charlie's prerogative and his brother always let him know, in painful detail, why golf wasn't a real game and why he should be allowed to quit it. Of course, Don reminded himself when he was the victim of Charlie's lecture about that 'pseudo-sport', it could be worse: Charlie could be whining about scrabble. That was painful to listen to.
He stopped at a red light, still listening to Charlie but hoping they would arrive home soon; he knew that Charlie would shut up then. Technically, Don knew perfectly well that Charlie loved spending time with their Dad and he also knew that Charlie had accepted that his inability to be a good golf player gave their father the opportunity to teach him something for once, so he endured and smiled - for Dad's sake. But afterward, when he was alone with Don, he would show him equations that apparently demonstrated where the balls were supposed to go, established the curves they were supposed to follow. And each time, Don endured it - for Charlie's sake.
They had quite the great family dynamic, if you asked Don.
At the next red light he turned to Charlie when his brother nudged him softly.
"Hey Don, look," Charlie said. His head discreetly motioned to a couple coming their way on the sidewalk; two women in their forties were walking hand in hand. They looked comfortable and confident, the way any couple should have the right to feel.
"I can see it, Don."
"See what, buddy?"
"Us, like that. I mean, I'm not even talking about us here, but - yeah, on vacation? Away from here, where no one knows we're brothers - it could work."
Red turned to green and Don drove off. Careful to keep his eyes on the road, Don reached a hand to Charlie and squeezed his thigh once.
"Sounds good."
"It does."
"So what do you see exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
Don cast a quick glance toward Charlie. "You said you 'saw us like that'; I'm all for your fantasies, Charlie, you know that."
Charlie cocked his head to the side. "Except I'm thinking of it more as a, uh, project than a fantasy per se."
"So, not a fantasy?"
"If you think of 'fantasy' as the process of creating an 'unrealistic' or 'improbable' image in response to a need that one, or both of us, might have - well, no I don't like it."
Don laughed. "You talk like a dictionary, Charlie. Care to tell me how you spell 'fantasy'?" Silence met his question and he shook his head. "Alright, alright, I give. So tell me what you see when you picture both of us on vacation; a project like that sounds nice." Then, and because he couldn't resist, "And first, do you forget about your numbers during our little vacation?"
"Well, see, Don," Charlie said, sounding quite smug, "that would be a fantasy. Yours in this case."
Don laughed again. "Okay, so I asked for it. But seriously, I'm listening."
Charlie was looking at him, maybe trying to decide whether Don meant what he said or if he was ready to make fun of him. But he must have seen what he wanted on Don's face because he nodded and turned on his seat slightly so that he could see Don's profile more easily.
"We're sitting on the terrace of a restaurant. It's dusk, the air is warm, salty; it smells of sand and sea." Charlie seemed to be warming to his little tale. "We're actually looking at the beach, the restaurant is above it. We've spent the day swimming and just relaxing. I think - yes, I think that you offered that we go and play pool after dinner to end the evening. I accepted because I'm good at pool, that's a mathematic driven game and the geometry makes the game so beautiful and interesting. I also know you'll let me talk about geometry and velocity and Newton's laws-"
"Because I know how to treat my guy, obviously," Don said, smiling and winking at Charlie.
"But I'll keep the explanation to a minimum because I know how to treat mine."
Don wasn't sure whether it sounded more like a question or a statement. He never knew why Charlie sometimes felt insecure about his own part in their relationship, and never knew what triggered those little bouts of anxiety, but he never hesitated to reassure Charlie immediately. "You sure do. In every respect, okay?"
"Okay." Charlie's smile was both relieved and satisfied - not an easy task - as if he had known what Don would say, but hadn't been a hundred per cent sure.
"Good. So what about the rest? 'Cause I'm liking it so far, buddy."
"We're drinking white wine and looking at the sunset. It's so peaceful, Don. I reach my hand to yours and you take it, right here, outside, in public. Then you lean forward and I know what you're going to do and I'm a little nervous because it's so new - kissing in public like that, it's, ah, it's exciting but it's also a bit scary. But I lean forward too and my lips brush yours and we kiss... and it's so good because the world is around us, no walls, nothing to hide behind and no one know what we are; they just see two guys kissing each other, and it's not that bad."
"It's better than good," Don said, wanting to do what Charlie had just described. But he was now approaching the house and, though he wasn't in front of it yet, he knew that he couldn't allow himself to cave in to temptation. They never were as alone as they thought they were; people were always walking by, were always looking outside their windows, were always there. Without being nosy, people always noticed things; that was something he'd learned in his job. And though he also knew people didn't always notice what he needed for his cases, he had no doubt that should he and Charlie kiss in the street, someone would see it... and then...
"Hey, know what?" Don said, now parking the car in the alley leading to their house. "I'm thinking I'd like to enact that little story of yours."
"What?" Charlie, who was about to open the door and step outside, closed it and sat back to look at Don.
"Yeah, why can't we have that? I mean, what's stopping us?"
"What - what is stopping us? What about your work. Mine. Ours?"
"You're such a spoilsport, Chuck! I'm sure the world won't collapse if we manage to get away for a little weekend."
"I'm not so sure about that."
Don laughed. "I'm not saying it's not going to be hell finding two days off both at the same time, but aren't you the one who loves to solve the unsolvable?"
Charlie's eyes widened at that; he could never resist a challenge. "I guess... I guess maybe we could try."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Charlie shrugged, but a little smile was tugging at his lips.
"Hey boys!"
Don and Charlie startled and turned to their father who was standing on the porch, waving at them.
"Are you coming in or should I bring the food to the car?" With a shake of his head and smile on his face, Alan went back in the house, apparently not doubting that his sons would follow quickly; he even left the door open for them.
"I think Father called us," Charlie said, sounding amused.
"Apparently."
They both left the car and headed for the house. They had a couple of minutes to go from lovers back to brothers. Well, it wasn't that they stopped being lovers, it's just that they put it in a box, one they would open again once they were alone together. They were able to shift without difficulty; after all, the love was still there, it was just different. They gave each other a smile, Don's hand on the small of Charlie's back in a last caress, before entering the house to join their father.
Fin
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Date: 2006-03-13 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 09:46 am (UTC)I'm so happy you enjoyed the story! I usually have a lot of fun writing my fics, but this one was particularly fun so I really hoped people would like it ;-)
Thanks for reading and commenting *g*
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Date: 2006-03-14 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 12:10 pm (UTC)after all, the love was still there, it was just different.
And that's what's so great about their relationship, isn't it? Be it as brothers or lovers, they do love each other and it's clearly visible, which makes their relationship so awesome to watch/read about. *loves on her boys*
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Date: 2006-03-14 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 02:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for this.
I assume the vacation story is on the horizon somewhere? Please?
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Date: 2006-03-14 09:51 am (UTC)Ah the vacation story... I had the feeling someone would ask lol Well, I've been wanting to write a vacation story for some time now so maybe? I can't tell you one way or the other cause my muse is fickle but I'd love to write it, that's a given *g*
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Date: 2006-03-13 05:40 pm (UTC)Awwwwwww. Okay, that was so sweet, so romantic and so perfect for the brothers.
You are wonderfully talented when you write Don/Charlie.
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Date: 2006-03-14 09:53 am (UTC)You are wonderfully talented when you write Don/Charlie.
That's music to my ears, thank you!
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Date: 2006-03-13 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 07:38 pm (UTC)In case you can't tell, that means I've read it now! It was so wonderful! Hot and sexy and sweet and tender and just lovely!
Sex in the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower. *melts*
You've killed me with the hotness, and with the love. And what a way to go. *g*
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Date: 2006-03-14 09:59 am (UTC)Man, I'm so thrilled you enjoyed the fic! I've had so much fun with that sweet story, you know? I've been meaning to write angst-free Don/Charlie since day one - not that I like my angsty stories, of course - and I totally let myself go with that one lol I still had some 'serious' with the wanting to be free enough to act like a couple, so it was actually a win-win situation on all fronts *eg*
Thanks for the great feedback :-)
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Date: 2006-03-13 07:40 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2006-03-14 10:00 am (UTC)And yes, kitchen pr0n! I realised I hadn't done that one, so now it's done, yay!
Thanks for commenting :-)
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Date: 2006-03-13 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 10:00 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting *g*
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Date: 2006-03-14 03:57 am (UTC)You've done it again - a delightful story. I loved the contrast between the hot, hot sex (yummy!) and the sweet tenderness, and Charlie's wistfullness about wanting to be with Don in public was so touching. Your story set off the pictures excellently... or maybe they set off your story. Whatever; it's a great match. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2006-03-14 10:03 am (UTC)I'm glad the contrast showed, I didn't want to have one without the other - not when I wanted the whole 'established relationship' thing to be the main point of the story.
And I'm also happy to hear you think the pictures worked well with the story :-)
Thanks for commenting *g*
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Date: 2006-04-28 04:37 am (UTC)I haven't even got 2 the story becuz I am stuck on your lay out. I love u'r lay out love it love it love it. Your addictions are my obsessions. Right now Supernatural, Stargate Sg-1, The Sentinel and NUMB3RS rule my world so your lay out turned me into a pile of goop. Okay i'm of to read your story now. Okay wait after more just a bit more drooling. I love the pics of Jim/Blair adore the pics of Jack/Daniel there just so pretty.
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Date: 2006-04-28 09:09 am (UTC)Lol You're obviously someone of great taste *high fives*
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Date: 2007-05-09 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-23 08:36 pm (UTC)Wow, so many compliments about my writing, thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed the fic, I had a LOT of fun writing it; as you can imagine, it makes me really happy to see others enjoyed readingg it too *g*
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Date: 2007-10-18 08:59 pm (UTC)I've added you as a friend, btw, because 1. Your fic is awesome, and 2. Your journal title could be my philosophy on life.
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:04 am (UTC)The fact that you're new to Don/Charlie makes your feedback even more delightful; thanks for taking the time to comment! And I'm definitely thrilled you enjoyed the fic and that it's encouraging you to try more Don/Charlie *eg*
And thanks for the interest, my journal is public and open to whoever wants to stay a little while *g*