Numb3rs NewYear Fic-mutiple pairings (slash-nc17)
I just realized I never got around to posting this here. Written last year for penguingal in the New Year's fic exchange.
Title: Six Ways To Ring In The New Year
Pairings: Don/Coop, Don/OMC, Don/Charlie, Don/Edgerton, Charlie/Colby, Charlie/Coop, David/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, mild bondage, incest
Summary: Sorry if this isn't exactly what you had in mind. If you'd like any of the stories expanded, I'd be more than happy to.
Author's Note: Thank you to Ny for the beta.
1. Free-falling
Megan told him once that she fell a little in love with Charlie, watching him explain the golden ratio. She said he was so passionate about it that she saw why he got anonymous love letters.
Colby thinks she is crazy at first but watching Charlie, he realizes what she means. He also realizes at some point that he wants that passion and attention directed towards him. He knows his teasing remarks are the equivalent of pulling Charlie's pig tails, but that's as far as he can seem to get, until finally David tells him "Make a move already dude".
And he does finally. It's the beginning of a new year, and in the end, he's never been one to shy away from taking a risk. So he catches Charlie in the corridor of the Eppes house, and opens his mouth, free--falling.
* * *
He's spread out on his stomach as strong hands trace their way up his thighs, grasping and spreading him open while he pants softly into the pillow. Colby is already hard and leaking onto the sheets under him and when Charlie's tongue enters him, he can't hold back the whimper that escapes.
Charlie works him like a math problem, slow and intent, with bursts of inspiration and magic in his hands and mouth. He settles in like he has all night, while Colby humps the bed, moaning continously. His fingers clench the sheets so hard he thinks he hears them rip--not that he cares. He only cares about the warm, wet mouth devouring him.
Colby pushes up, pushes back into Charlie's hand and mouth and tries not to yell too loudly when Charlie reaches under him and wraps strong fingers around his cock.
* * * * *
2. Displacement
"You good?"
Don shot him a quick look and nodded. "Yeah. Let's just get this done."
It had been couple of hours after the phone call before the look showed up this time, and Coop just hoped Don could hold out until they nailed this Desmond guy. It was a near thing though, with Don getting increasingly fidgety before they made the collar. Coop was grateful that a crowded bar on New Year's was as easy to find as a blonde in LA.
* * *
He leaned against the wall, watching as he always did. The guy--and it was always the same guy no matter where they went--dark curls, innocent eyes--had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, fingers tight in Don's hair. He'd open them occasionally, glancing over at Coop warily. Coop hid a wry smile. This one at least was somewhat cautious. Usually the guys Don sucked off wouldn't have noticed if the world was ending at that moment, let alone paid any attention to someone they figured was getting his kicks from watching them get blown.
Don had his eyes closed too, and his hands braced on the guy's hips as his mouth stretched wide around the reddened flesh. The guy moaned and panted, hissing filthy things under his breath as Don expertly brought him off.
They'd found this guy on their first stop, but Coop knew from experience they'd be club crawling for another hour or two. Don would be on his knees in bathrooms and alleys until he satisfied what Coop called his 'itch'. Then Coop would take him back to their hotel and sink into him while Don begged, and satisfy his own.
* * * * *
3. Meandering
Colby shoved David up against the door, pressing kisses against the side of his throat and down his chest and stomach. He deftly worked the buckle and zipper on David's pants loose without ever losing mouth to skin contact. He knelt down in front of David, nuzzling him through silk boxers.
"Do you think they noticed we left?"
"Don't know". David groaned as his partner nipped him lightly. He bucked forward encouragingly.
"Hmm," the light hum of the word sent vibrations echoing through David that he felt in his spine. "Do you think they know I'm down on my knees with your cock in my mouth?"
"Technically, my cock is not in your mouth."
Colby pulled away, leaning back on his heels. "Hey! I'm trying to talk dirty here. I can't do that with my mouth full." The pout should have looked ridiculous on him, and instead it just looked cute.
David sighed. It should have been simple. They weren't dating, they were just fucking. They hadn't come to the New Year's party together and they left in separate cars because they didn't sleep together. Only he realized he couldn't think of anywhere he rather be tonight than ringing in the New Year with his partner.
Suddenly something so easy was turning into something all together different. He leaned over and reached for Colby, pulling him up to his feet. David kissed him, feeling his partner relax against him. "I tell you what. You get naked and get your fine ass in the bed, and you can talk dirty while I take care of the blow job."
* * * * *
4. Appeasement.
"Don would have fit if he knew you were here."
Charlie nodded, fidgeting with the stirrer in his drink . "I know, but I'm worried about him. You know how he is, he wouldn't tell if me--us, if something was wrong, he'd just try and handle it himself. "
Coop watched him a moment, eyes unreadable, then leaned forward. "The thing about Don that you need to know, little brother, is that he likes to fuck and be fucked, likes it every way possible. As a matter of fact, he's practically taken it to the level of an art."
Charlie stared at Coop in shock, trying to ignore the surge of heat that pooled in his groin as Coop talked. He batted away multiple images of Don naked and sweating, in various positions, always a look of bliss on his face--the same look Charlie had seen the night he'd walked in on Don and his girlfriend. The one that had haunted him ever since. "What has that got to do with this Zane guy?"
"Before Don got into fugitive recovery, he did a few undercover jobs. One of them involved getting close to this dude Heinman. Heinman had very special taste for a certain type and your brother fit perfectly. The company put Don under at Janus, an escort service Heinman owned. He liked to sample the new stock anyway. Don spent six months working for him as Zane."
"Don went undercover as a prostitute?"
"Escort. And the word around the agency is he was good enough to make a living at it."
Charlie took a quick drink, sloshing liquid onto the table as he sat the glass back down with a slightly trembling hand.
Coop eyed him with a smirk, Charlie knew he hadn't done as good a job hiding his reactions as he'd hoped. Coop shook his head, and laughed.
"You know, I always thought it was just your brother that was fucked up, but clearly not." He leaned back, almost sprawling in his seat. "He used to love to be punished for it. For wanting to fuck his sweet, innocent baby brother. "
Charlie fought back the urge to punch him in the mouth. It would only lead to him getting his ass kicked--he took in the speculative look in Coop's eyes--or fucked.
"Yep, I can't tell you the number of times I had Don bent over a table with my cock up his ass while he begged me to fuck him harder. To hurt him, to take away the itch he had for his own."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well I figure I'm doing Donny a favor, he's spent years pining--he could use a break."
"And that's it?"
Coop shrugged. "Well, there's always the chance that I could do you a favor too."
He smiled, white teeth flashing against lightly tanned skin, and eyes almost twinkling.
If asked, Charlie would have to say it was the grin at the end that got him. Of course, he didn't know if being pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall, with Coop's hand down his pants actually did constitute a favor, but with the slightly calloused hand sliding over him, squeezing and twisting in just the right manner, he wasn't complaining.
Coop leaned in, his tongue following a drop of sweat that slid down Charlie's jaw, and he nipped sharply on Charlie's ear lobe. "You like this don't you buddy?" His voice was soft and low and the 'buddy' on the end had Charlie groaning as he came, spilling over Coop's hand with a harsh pant.
* * * * *
5. Fulfillment
Charlie checked the display, then switched off the cell phone, and tossed it onto the night stand.
"Charlie, buddy, you can't do that."
"Don't worry, it's covered. David thinks you have a hot date. He'll only call if it's dire, and he knows to call me first."
Don shook his head. "Still..."
"You know, I'd think you'd have other things to worry about right now." He climbed onto the bed and straddled his brother, leaning down to kiss him. What was meant to be a quick tease, heated up rapidly.
Don strained up into the kiss, mouth and tongue chasing after Charlie's. They had both been half hard since he stretched Don out on the bed, fastening the black silk around his wrists and knotting them to the headboard. The taste of his brother finished the job, and he rocked slightly, drawing a groan from both of them as their cocks brushed against each other.
Charlie pulled back reluctantly. "Uh--huh. We've got all night." Don fell back against the pillows, and Charlie savored the sight of his brother spread out before him like a feast--all wet mouth, flushed face, and lust bright eyes.
It seemed like one major case after the other had hit them the past few months and they hadn't been able to do more than sneak a quick kiss in weeks. Tonight was different though. The case files were mostly cleared out, and it was New Year's eve. Their dad was out of town, and he and Amita were 'off' again. It was just him and Don and twenty four hours in a very nice hotel room.
"So you're planning on torturing me huh?"
Charlie grinned. "Oh definitely. That's why I tied you up first. You're completely at my mercy."
Don thrust up again, once more bringing their cocks into brief contact and eliciting a gasp from Charlie. "Well bring it on. I can take it."
"Yeah?" Charlie reached up and dragged his nails lightly down Don's chest, and over first one nipple then the other. "Twenty--eight minutes and thirteen seconds."
Don swallowed a gasp of his own before he could speak. "Excuse me?"
"That's how long it will be before I have you begging me to fuck you."
It was Don's turn to grin now. "You know that's as long as you can hold out anyway."
"We'll see."
"Yeah, well may the best man win." Even in this, they couldn't stifle a hint of sibling rivalry.
Charlie leaned down and licked a strip down Don's chest, following the path of his nails. "Oh, I'm planning on us both winning."
* * *
In the end, it tallied out at about thirty minutes, and by that point, Charlie couldn't remember who gave in first.
He slid into his brother with a sigh. Being in Don always felt like coming home. There was nothing like it, and he didn't know how he'd lived so many years without it. He thrust in and out slowly, the count in his head matching the pounding of his heart. Tight heat surrounded him, and Don groaned and thrust up to meet him.
Charlie sank deep and leaned down, capturing his brother's mouth with his once more. He sucked on Don's tongue eagerly, as they exchanged wet, rasping kisses.
Sweat dripped off his forehead onto Don's stomach, glistening on skin already damp and he struggled to keep the rhythm in his head.
Don pulled at the material that bound him futilely. "Charlie, please!" his voice was hoarse, and Charlie took pity on them both. He grabbed Don's hips, and sped up his thrusts. His orgasm was wrenched out of him, leaving him shuddering on top of his brother. He was still shaking with faint tremors when he pulled back and reached down, taking Don's cock in his hand. One--two--three strokes was all it took before Don came with a groan.
Charlie swallowed the last of the sound, kissing his brother tenderly as he blindly undid the scarf that bound him.
* * * * *
6. Role-playing
"You know the drill right?" Don popped the last button on the shirt and pulled it off, running his hands over the agent's lean, golden torso.
The man nodded. "All the rooms are wired for video, but no sound. As long as we keep up the motions, so to speak, we're good."
Don noticed how rigid the other man was holding himself and sighed. He hated when they sent new ones in. He'd been under almost 2 months and he had a couple of regulars. The rest they sent in new. Some of the faces he recognized from classes, some he didn't. They were invariably to a man uncomfortable, even though he assumed they'd been made aware of the nature of the assignment from the get go, just like he had.
"Hey, relax. If you're uncomfortable don't worry about it. Just let me do all the work." He pushed him down onto the bed, kneeling in front of him and removing his shoes and socks. "It's Edgerton right?" The pants came next, revealing strong shanks, firm thighs and a long, thin cock. He'd recognized him right away, since the agent was building a reputation at Quantico as a hell of a sniper.
He nodded and shivered slightly when Don traced up his legs, hands stopping at the crease of hip and thigh. "Sucks to work on New Year's huh?" Don found small talk usually relaxed newbies faster than anything else.
Edgerton shrugged. "I don't mind, it's not like I had other plans."
Don wondered about that, even as he leaned forward and positioned his head so that it looked like he had taken the other man's cock into his mouth. "Okay, here's the deal. I talk, you try to look like you're getting the best blow job of your life. I get a bonus if I make the client very happy." he looked up with a quick grin before getting back into his pose. He dug his fingers into Edgerton's thighs for leverage and began to bob his head up and down, all while detailing what he'd found out about their target.
Don ignored his own cock stirring to attention between his legs. Occupational hazard, and he knew it wouldn't have been a concern, even if he'd been a real 'pro'. The Client was always the concern and whether or not he got off wasn't an issue. Mostly the other agents ignored it, just like he ignored the occasional stirrings from them. Mostly.
Not when they leaned back with a gasp as his breath flowed over them, and grew instantly hard though. Not when they reached down and gripped his hair with a groan and a harsh 'please'. Then Don opened his mouth wide, sucking in, feeling Edgerton heavy and turgid against his tongue, and make believe became real.
Title: Six Ways To Ring In The New Year
Pairings: Don/Coop, Don/OMC, Don/Charlie, Don/Edgerton, Charlie/Colby, Charlie/Coop, David/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, mild bondage, incest
Summary: Sorry if this isn't exactly what you had in mind. If you'd like any of the stories expanded, I'd be more than happy to.
Author's Note: Thank you to Ny for the beta.
1. Free-falling
Megan told him once that she fell a little in love with Charlie, watching him explain the golden ratio. She said he was so passionate about it that she saw why he got anonymous love letters.
Colby thinks she is crazy at first but watching Charlie, he realizes what she means. He also realizes at some point that he wants that passion and attention directed towards him. He knows his teasing remarks are the equivalent of pulling Charlie's pig tails, but that's as far as he can seem to get, until finally David tells him "Make a move already dude".
And he does finally. It's the beginning of a new year, and in the end, he's never been one to shy away from taking a risk. So he catches Charlie in the corridor of the Eppes house, and opens his mouth, free--falling.
* * *
He's spread out on his stomach as strong hands trace their way up his thighs, grasping and spreading him open while he pants softly into the pillow. Colby is already hard and leaking onto the sheets under him and when Charlie's tongue enters him, he can't hold back the whimper that escapes.
Charlie works him like a math problem, slow and intent, with bursts of inspiration and magic in his hands and mouth. He settles in like he has all night, while Colby humps the bed, moaning continously. His fingers clench the sheets so hard he thinks he hears them rip--not that he cares. He only cares about the warm, wet mouth devouring him.
Colby pushes up, pushes back into Charlie's hand and mouth and tries not to yell too loudly when Charlie reaches under him and wraps strong fingers around his cock.
* * * * *
2. Displacement
"You good?"
Don shot him a quick look and nodded. "Yeah. Let's just get this done."
It had been couple of hours after the phone call before the look showed up this time, and Coop just hoped Don could hold out until they nailed this Desmond guy. It was a near thing though, with Don getting increasingly fidgety before they made the collar. Coop was grateful that a crowded bar on New Year's was as easy to find as a blonde in LA.
* * *
He leaned against the wall, watching as he always did. The guy--and it was always the same guy no matter where they went--dark curls, innocent eyes--had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, fingers tight in Don's hair. He'd open them occasionally, glancing over at Coop warily. Coop hid a wry smile. This one at least was somewhat cautious. Usually the guys Don sucked off wouldn't have noticed if the world was ending at that moment, let alone paid any attention to someone they figured was getting his kicks from watching them get blown.
Don had his eyes closed too, and his hands braced on the guy's hips as his mouth stretched wide around the reddened flesh. The guy moaned and panted, hissing filthy things under his breath as Don expertly brought him off.
They'd found this guy on their first stop, but Coop knew from experience they'd be club crawling for another hour or two. Don would be on his knees in bathrooms and alleys until he satisfied what Coop called his 'itch'. Then Coop would take him back to their hotel and sink into him while Don begged, and satisfy his own.
* * * * *
3. Meandering
Colby shoved David up against the door, pressing kisses against the side of his throat and down his chest and stomach. He deftly worked the buckle and zipper on David's pants loose without ever losing mouth to skin contact. He knelt down in front of David, nuzzling him through silk boxers.
"Do you think they noticed we left?"
"Don't know". David groaned as his partner nipped him lightly. He bucked forward encouragingly.
"Hmm," the light hum of the word sent vibrations echoing through David that he felt in his spine. "Do you think they know I'm down on my knees with your cock in my mouth?"
"Technically, my cock is not in your mouth."
Colby pulled away, leaning back on his heels. "Hey! I'm trying to talk dirty here. I can't do that with my mouth full." The pout should have looked ridiculous on him, and instead it just looked cute.
David sighed. It should have been simple. They weren't dating, they were just fucking. They hadn't come to the New Year's party together and they left in separate cars because they didn't sleep together. Only he realized he couldn't think of anywhere he rather be tonight than ringing in the New Year with his partner.
Suddenly something so easy was turning into something all together different. He leaned over and reached for Colby, pulling him up to his feet. David kissed him, feeling his partner relax against him. "I tell you what. You get naked and get your fine ass in the bed, and you can talk dirty while I take care of the blow job."
* * * * *
4. Appeasement.
"Don would have fit if he knew you were here."
Charlie nodded, fidgeting with the stirrer in his drink . "I know, but I'm worried about him. You know how he is, he wouldn't tell if me--us, if something was wrong, he'd just try and handle it himself. "
Coop watched him a moment, eyes unreadable, then leaned forward. "The thing about Don that you need to know, little brother, is that he likes to fuck and be fucked, likes it every way possible. As a matter of fact, he's practically taken it to the level of an art."
Charlie stared at Coop in shock, trying to ignore the surge of heat that pooled in his groin as Coop talked. He batted away multiple images of Don naked and sweating, in various positions, always a look of bliss on his face--the same look Charlie had seen the night he'd walked in on Don and his girlfriend. The one that had haunted him ever since. "What has that got to do with this Zane guy?"
"Before Don got into fugitive recovery, he did a few undercover jobs. One of them involved getting close to this dude Heinman. Heinman had very special taste for a certain type and your brother fit perfectly. The company put Don under at Janus, an escort service Heinman owned. He liked to sample the new stock anyway. Don spent six months working for him as Zane."
"Don went undercover as a prostitute?"
"Escort. And the word around the agency is he was good enough to make a living at it."
Charlie took a quick drink, sloshing liquid onto the table as he sat the glass back down with a slightly trembling hand.
Coop eyed him with a smirk, Charlie knew he hadn't done as good a job hiding his reactions as he'd hoped. Coop shook his head, and laughed.
"You know, I always thought it was just your brother that was fucked up, but clearly not." He leaned back, almost sprawling in his seat. "He used to love to be punished for it. For wanting to fuck his sweet, innocent baby brother. "
Charlie fought back the urge to punch him in the mouth. It would only lead to him getting his ass kicked--he took in the speculative look in Coop's eyes--or fucked.
"Yep, I can't tell you the number of times I had Don bent over a table with my cock up his ass while he begged me to fuck him harder. To hurt him, to take away the itch he had for his own."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well I figure I'm doing Donny a favor, he's spent years pining--he could use a break."
"And that's it?"
Coop shrugged. "Well, there's always the chance that I could do you a favor too."
He smiled, white teeth flashing against lightly tanned skin, and eyes almost twinkling.
If asked, Charlie would have to say it was the grin at the end that got him. Of course, he didn't know if being pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall, with Coop's hand down his pants actually did constitute a favor, but with the slightly calloused hand sliding over him, squeezing and twisting in just the right manner, he wasn't complaining.
Coop leaned in, his tongue following a drop of sweat that slid down Charlie's jaw, and he nipped sharply on Charlie's ear lobe. "You like this don't you buddy?" His voice was soft and low and the 'buddy' on the end had Charlie groaning as he came, spilling over Coop's hand with a harsh pant.
* * * * *
5. Fulfillment
Charlie checked the display, then switched off the cell phone, and tossed it onto the night stand.
"Charlie, buddy, you can't do that."
"Don't worry, it's covered. David thinks you have a hot date. He'll only call if it's dire, and he knows to call me first."
Don shook his head. "Still..."
"You know, I'd think you'd have other things to worry about right now." He climbed onto the bed and straddled his brother, leaning down to kiss him. What was meant to be a quick tease, heated up rapidly.
Don strained up into the kiss, mouth and tongue chasing after Charlie's. They had both been half hard since he stretched Don out on the bed, fastening the black silk around his wrists and knotting them to the headboard. The taste of his brother finished the job, and he rocked slightly, drawing a groan from both of them as their cocks brushed against each other.
Charlie pulled back reluctantly. "Uh--huh. We've got all night." Don fell back against the pillows, and Charlie savored the sight of his brother spread out before him like a feast--all wet mouth, flushed face, and lust bright eyes.
It seemed like one major case after the other had hit them the past few months and they hadn't been able to do more than sneak a quick kiss in weeks. Tonight was different though. The case files were mostly cleared out, and it was New Year's eve. Their dad was out of town, and he and Amita were 'off' again. It was just him and Don and twenty four hours in a very nice hotel room.
"So you're planning on torturing me huh?"
Charlie grinned. "Oh definitely. That's why I tied you up first. You're completely at my mercy."
Don thrust up again, once more bringing their cocks into brief contact and eliciting a gasp from Charlie. "Well bring it on. I can take it."
"Yeah?" Charlie reached up and dragged his nails lightly down Don's chest, and over first one nipple then the other. "Twenty--eight minutes and thirteen seconds."
Don swallowed a gasp of his own before he could speak. "Excuse me?"
"That's how long it will be before I have you begging me to fuck you."
It was Don's turn to grin now. "You know that's as long as you can hold out anyway."
"We'll see."
"Yeah, well may the best man win." Even in this, they couldn't stifle a hint of sibling rivalry.
Charlie leaned down and licked a strip down Don's chest, following the path of his nails. "Oh, I'm planning on us both winning."
* * *
In the end, it tallied out at about thirty minutes, and by that point, Charlie couldn't remember who gave in first.
He slid into his brother with a sigh. Being in Don always felt like coming home. There was nothing like it, and he didn't know how he'd lived so many years without it. He thrust in and out slowly, the count in his head matching the pounding of his heart. Tight heat surrounded him, and Don groaned and thrust up to meet him.
Charlie sank deep and leaned down, capturing his brother's mouth with his once more. He sucked on Don's tongue eagerly, as they exchanged wet, rasping kisses.
Sweat dripped off his forehead onto Don's stomach, glistening on skin already damp and he struggled to keep the rhythm in his head.
Don pulled at the material that bound him futilely. "Charlie, please!" his voice was hoarse, and Charlie took pity on them both. He grabbed Don's hips, and sped up his thrusts. His orgasm was wrenched out of him, leaving him shuddering on top of his brother. He was still shaking with faint tremors when he pulled back and reached down, taking Don's cock in his hand. One--two--three strokes was all it took before Don came with a groan.
Charlie swallowed the last of the sound, kissing his brother tenderly as he blindly undid the scarf that bound him.
* * * * *
6. Role-playing
"You know the drill right?" Don popped the last button on the shirt and pulled it off, running his hands over the agent's lean, golden torso.
The man nodded. "All the rooms are wired for video, but no sound. As long as we keep up the motions, so to speak, we're good."
Don noticed how rigid the other man was holding himself and sighed. He hated when they sent new ones in. He'd been under almost 2 months and he had a couple of regulars. The rest they sent in new. Some of the faces he recognized from classes, some he didn't. They were invariably to a man uncomfortable, even though he assumed they'd been made aware of the nature of the assignment from the get go, just like he had.
"Hey, relax. If you're uncomfortable don't worry about it. Just let me do all the work." He pushed him down onto the bed, kneeling in front of him and removing his shoes and socks. "It's Edgerton right?" The pants came next, revealing strong shanks, firm thighs and a long, thin cock. He'd recognized him right away, since the agent was building a reputation at Quantico as a hell of a sniper.
He nodded and shivered slightly when Don traced up his legs, hands stopping at the crease of hip and thigh. "Sucks to work on New Year's huh?" Don found small talk usually relaxed newbies faster than anything else.
Edgerton shrugged. "I don't mind, it's not like I had other plans."
Don wondered about that, even as he leaned forward and positioned his head so that it looked like he had taken the other man's cock into his mouth. "Okay, here's the deal. I talk, you try to look like you're getting the best blow job of your life. I get a bonus if I make the client very happy." he looked up with a quick grin before getting back into his pose. He dug his fingers into Edgerton's thighs for leverage and began to bob his head up and down, all while detailing what he'd found out about their target.
Don ignored his own cock stirring to attention between his legs. Occupational hazard, and he knew it wouldn't have been a concern, even if he'd been a real 'pro'. The Client was always the concern and whether or not he got off wasn't an issue. Mostly the other agents ignored it, just like he ignored the occasional stirrings from them. Mostly.
Not when they leaned back with a gasp as his breath flowed over them, and grew instantly hard though. Not when they reached down and gripped his hair with a groan and a harsh 'please'. Then Don opened his mouth wide, sucking in, feeling Edgerton heavy and turgid against his tongue, and make believe became real.