ROK Fic: Numb3rs: No More Lonely Nights, Don/Charlie, FRAO
Title: No More Lonely Nights
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/character: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO - big time
Prompt: Don finds Charlie at home alone
Kink: first time, neediness, loneliness
Prompter: Particlesofgale
Notes/Warnings: Slash, Incest, Graphic Sex. Written for
rounds_of_kink
A.N.: I don't own them, someone else, like CBS does. No harm intended, no money made.
No More Lonely Nights
It's what I do at night. Sometimes. Once in a while. Well now, more often than not.
It used to be only after an extremely hard case. The first time, I found myself waking up at 2 AM, hard, needing relief. I began stroking myself, thinking about Liz, Robin, and Terri. However, it really didn't do anything for me until I thought about Charlie. Then a rush of lust ran right through me, the heat settling right in my balls. I knew it was wrong to think of him like that. So damn wrong. He's my baby brother for fuck's sake. But I couldn't stop myself. So I kept pulling my cock thinking about Charlie, about touching Charlie, about fucking Charlie, until I shot cum all over my chest. I should have known then that I was fucked.
Yet here I am again, more than two months after that first time, and it’s still thoughts of Charlie that I have when I jerk off. And its good and I’m close, so close. But thinking about him isn't enough this time, not as it had been before, on all those other nights. I need something more. Just a little bit more to tip me over the edge. And before I know it, I’m dialing his number.
“Hey Chuck.”
"Donnie, is something wrong?"
My voice is tight as I talk to him. I can barely suppress the groan at hearing him call me Donnie. “No Chuck. I'm fine. Everything is fine. I…”
“Donnie, are you sure? You sound like you're in pain?"
I try to gather my wits about me as I continue to stroke myself. "No, not in pain, just thinking. I was just wondering about the equation you used on this case.”
“It’s what, 2 o'clock in the morning, Don? And you're thinking about equations. Are you sure you're all right Donnie?”
“Yeah I'm fine, Charlie. I’m fine. I just wanted you to explain what you did. I know it’s late. I shouldn’t have called. I was hoping you could tell me, but that's ok Charlie...”
"No Donnie, I'll tell you. I'll explain. It’s simple really. All I did was..."
And then Charlie is off, talking to me, math speak. But it really didn't matter what he was saying. I tuned out the words and just let the sound of his voice wash over me. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. I grunt. Oh shit, here it comes.
"Fuck!" I say, before I can stop myself.
"Donnie, are you ok?"
"Chuck. Just...Oh shit." And I hang up on him as I ride out my release, my sweet hot release, cum spurting over my fingers.
I hear the phone ringing, and I know it is Charlie. But there's no way in hell I can answer until I get my breathing back to normal. Fuck! What the hell did I do? He calls three times and it goes to the answering machine each time. And I can hear the nervousness in his voice. I struggle to calm my breathing so that I can answer the phone on the next call.
“Donnie, shit, what happened? I called you...”
"Charlie. I'm sorry. Relax. I'm fine."
"Relax. What the fuck happened? You hung up on me."
"I'm sorry about that buddy. I spilt a hot cup of coffee on myself. That's all. I got burned.” Yeah I fucking got burned all right. And I should burn in hell for what I just did.
“Donnie, are you sure you're ok?” Charlie’s voice is less anxious.
“I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to worry you. I’m fine.”
“Ok. Ok. So do you want me to finish telling you about the equation?”
“No. No Charlie, that's ok. You can tell me some other time. I kept you up long enough as it is.”
“It’s ok Donnie... I don’t mind.”
“No, buddy. I shouldn’t have bothered you Charlie. You get some rest. I promise I won't do this again.”
“Really, it's ok Donnie. I don’t mind telling you about the math. You know that. Granted it's two o’clock in the morning and I’d have thought that you would have been sleep.”
He sounds so sincere, so damn earnest. And I know he doesn’t mind telling me about the math, which is why it was so easy to get him talking so I could jerk off to the sound of his voice. I should be ashamed of myself. This was my fucking brother.
~#~#~#~#~#~
I swore to myself I would never call Charlie and masturbate while he talked to me again. Even though it was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in years. But not 2 weeks later and its 11:30 and I have the phone to my ear, cock in my hand, talking to my little brother.
It happened innocently enough. I had dinner with Charlie and Dad, had a few beers, and then came home. I'd been here for a couple of hours, finally settling into the bed for the night. Then Charlie called. He had a few questions about some procedure, and then we began talking on other subjects, Megan and Larry, David and Dennis. He asked me who was I seeing now, who was keeping little Donnie satisfied. I'd told him no one and asked if he knew someone who'd volunteer. I was surprised at the huskiness in his voice when he answers, “I’ll keep an eye out for you, Donnie.”
My cock fills instantly. I push down my boxers and I stroke myself quickly as he tells me how he and Amita weren't doing so well.
“I think I need someone else. Someone who can satisfy my needs. Amita doesn’t understand what I like. I’d like a partner that is a little more aggressive, someone who could take me out of my head. Because sex is a release, and sometimes it needs to be long and hard and sweaty. Sometimes its just about getting off, doing it cause it feels so damn good. Deep strokes in tight heat that make you want to cum, right Donnie? You want to cum like that don’t you?”
"Fuck, Chuck. Shit." And I spill all over my hand, my breath hitching. I’m so fucking embarrassed because I know that that should have freaked Charlie out. How could he *not* know what just happened.
But all he says is, “Hey Donnie, got to run. Sleep well." And then he hung up on me.
~#~#~#~#~#~#~
The third time, I call Charlie again. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I *know* I woke him. "Hey Chuck."
"Don? Oh, hey Donnie. How it's going?"
"OK. I hadn’t talked with you in a few of days. I know it's late. I shouldn't have called."
"No, hey, no Donnie. It's not too late. I actually fell asleep sitting up here anyway. I really need to get out these clothes and take a nice hot shower."
I groan at that image. But even before I can give my imagination time to flow with it, Charlie continues telling me about his shower.
"Yeah, I got so hot and sweaty today. I need to take my shirt off. I had on that green button down one you gave me for my birthday. That and those beige pants that fit a little snug around my ass. Yeah, I got to lose all the clothes before I can get into the shower Donnie. Strip down and put my clothes in the hamper, and walk to the bathroom, naked.
"Chuck," I whisper.
“I like a nice hot shower. How about you? You like it hot, Donnie? I like to let that hot water flow down my body. Get nice and wet. Then take the soap and rub it across my chest, soap up the hair on my chest. Never fails when I rub the soap on my chest like that that my nipples get hard. That happen to you Donnie?"
"Yeah, sometimes, yeah." My voice is tight, husky with restrained arousal.
“You know, I like a vigorous scrubbing when I shower. Got to clean all those places where the sweat collects, you know Donnie. I got to lift my dick up and get beneath my balls. Got to rub there, get it clean. Rub the soap up and down my dick, got to clean the length of it. Good thing it gets hard, that way I can guarantee to get it nice and soapy and clean it up with some good sweeping strokes of my hand."
"Oh shit, Chuck." I stroke myself harder, faster, imaging a wet Charlie pulling on his dick.
“You know the hardest place for me to reach though Donnie? Most people would say it's the small of their back. But for me, it's my ass. I like to really clean my ass Donnie, get right between the crack, right in the hole. Get deep inside. Sometimes I even use a little shower gel on my fingers just to get clean on the inside too. You know what I mean Donnie. But it's hard you know. It's real hard Donnie. Sometimes I have to use two or three fingers inside but still I never get them in deep enough. I always feel like it needs something more, something longer, bigger, and thicker to get in deep. Get that gel deep in me, Donnie. Get it deep in my tight ass. Make it slick and deep and clean me out. And I know I'd have to tighten up around it, as it dragged out so that it cleaned me good. But I'd just have to push it back in again because it'd have to be thorough, a good cleaning. I’d have to put it in and take it out, over and over; deeper each time. Harder, because I need it harder Donnie. Hard and fast. You know what I mean, Donnie. Hard and fast, deep in my ass.
"Chuck, Chuck… Fuck! Damn it, I coming. Charlie!'' I moan as I splatter all over my chest.
"Come for me Donnie. Oh shit, come for me. Yes. Oh fuck, Donnie, yes, yes."
And I know Charlie’s coming as well and then there is only the sound of our heavy breathing over the phone line for a few moments.
"Charlie..." I speak his name hesitantly.
"Hey Don. Well I really need to grab that shower now, so why don't you get some rest and maybe give me a call back again sometime later in the week.
"But Charlie…”
"You know Don, we're not a family big on sharing our feelings, you know. But I think we both understand how each other feels. What we both need. What we both want. Don't you?"
And then I get it. Charlie needs this just as much as I do, he wants it just as much as me. But what we wanted wasn't allowed, wasn't right. But this, this kind of release, this kind of sharing we could do.
"Yeah Chuck. I know exactly what you mean."
"So you'll call me down the week?" he asks.
"Yeah. But you can always call me too, buddy, you know?"
"Yeah Donnie. I know. Talk with you later. Night Donnie.”
"Night Chuck."
~#~#~#~#~#~
I thought things were okay between us. I thought we were fine. This arrangement Charlie and I have, this *thing* we do together, its good. Real good. It isn’t everything I want, of course. But for what it is, its good. At first, it had just been me making the calls, but Charlie never turned me away. Eventually he started calling me at night, and that was fine by me. We got into a kind of pattern, talking and jerking off over the phone with each other, two or three nights a week.
Like I said, I thought we were good.
It’s not like I didn’t notice we didn’t spend a lot of time with each other. I mean, there was his school, and my work. He’d come into the office and work cases, like always. And I’d stop by the house for dinner with him and Dad, like always. And maybe once in a while after work, the whole group of us would head out for drinks. So we spent time together, just not alone together.
So I’m surprised at the way Charlie nearly jumps out of his skin when I walk in the house tonight.
“Donnie. Ahh… what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? We’re supposed to be having dinner.”
“Oh. Ah…didn’t Dad call you? He was supposed to call and tell you not to stop by.”
I see Charlie twitching and he stands abruptly up from the table as I walk into the dining room. “No he never called. What’s up, Charlie?”
“N-Nothing. Nothing really. Dad had to go out of town for a few days. Short notice. He said he’d call and cancel the dinner plans we had.”
“No. He didn’t call. He must have forgot. Looks like it’s just you and me.” I see Charlie’s eyes widen.
“Oh, you don’t have to stay. I mean… I didn’t cook anything and you’re probably hungry…”
I can see his nervousness coming off him in waves. What the hell? I step around the table and Charlie all but bolts into the kitchen.
“Charlie? Charlie…is something wrong?” I walk in to the kitchen and I see him bustling about at the refrigerator, his back to me.
“NO! No. Nothing’s wrong. See there’s nothing here really to cook. So maybe you should just go back to your apartment or something…”
He closes the door and stands in front of the fridge as though he’s guarding it. I know he’s just lied to me about there not being any food, because Dad had told me earlier in the week how he’d gone shopping. I take a step forward and watch as Charlie shrinks back and away from me. That’s when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Charlie was afraid of me. Charlie was afraid to be alone with me.
SONOVABITCH! What the fuck have I done? All this time I thought Charlie was okay with what we had been doing, when in reality I must have coerced him into this sick, twisted sexual *thing*. I feel like such a fucking bastard.
I need to apologize to Charlie, tell him how wrong I was, ask him if he can forgive me.
“Hey, whoa, Charlie, relax man. Just take it easy.” I sound like I’m trying to calm some gunman hell bent on destruction. “I’m going to leave, okay buddy. I’m going to leave, and I won’t drop by without Dad being here, okay. I’m sorry Charlie. I’m sorry about everything I made you do. I didn’t mean to force you too… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I run my hand across the back of my neck in frustration. “I just wish you would have told me… told me to stop. I thought it was what you wanted. I thought it was what we both wanted, needed. But Charlie, believe me, I would never do anything to you, never force you to do anything. Shit. I’m sorry… I’m… I’m leaving now so…”
I turn to walk away and I suddenly feel Charlie’s hand on my arm stopping me. “Don’t leave. Please Donnie, don’t go. You don’t understand.”
I turn towards Charlie again and he quickly removes his hand and steps away from me. “What don’t I understand, Charlie? You jerk away from me as though you’ve just been burned. I can see it in your eyes how frightened you are of me. What don’t I understand?”
“It’s not you, Donnie. It’s not you, it’s me.” I look at him skeptically. “Donnie. Listen. Please. Believe me. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of me.”
“I don’t understand Charlie. What are you scared about?”
“Of what I would do if I was ever alone with you,” he whispers softly.
“What?”
“Fuck, Donnie. I want you. I want to be with you. I want it so bad it fucking hurts. I tried, I swear, I tried to be satisfied with just the phone calls. I really did. But, shit, I get so lonely.” He runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. “It’s you that I want. And I know we can’t. I know it’s wrong and you probably don’t want to go any further than what we’ve already done…”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Charlie, I want it. I want you. Shit, I can’t stop thinking about you, thinking about fucking you, loving you.” I watch as Charlie’s eyes darken with lust at my words. Looking over his body, I see that his nipples have hardened and are peaks against his t-shirt. And his cock, fuck, his cock is starting to tent the front of the sweats he’s wearing.
I slowly creep forward, my voice low and full with intent. “I get so fucking lonely Charlie, on those nights that we don’t talk. I lie in my big bed and wish to hell you were there with me. Wishing you were there so I could kiss you, lick you, taste you, fuck you.”
Charlie moans my name. “Donnie. I need you. Shit. I need you.”
I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him forward. I whisper, “Then take me, Chuck” across his lips before I press our mouths together for a bruising kiss.
Charlie tastes like chocolate chip cookies and orange juice, and I smile slightly. But my smirk vanishes quickly as Charlie moans deeply and pushes his body hard against mine. He tears his mouth away and pants in my ear “Donnie. Please. Need you. Need to feel you in me. Please.”
“Fuck!” I grab handfuls of his ass and grind his body against mine. I want him to feel how hard I am for him. “Feel that, Chuck. Feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m gonna fuck you all right. First I’m gonna shove my tongue up your ass, then my fingers. I’ll open you up to three fingers Chuck, and let you fuck yourself on my hand.”
“Shit! Donnie… Donnie… Donnie, please.” Charlie is humping my thigh hard, and I know he’s getting close.
“When I have you nice and loose Chuck, I’m going to shove my cock up your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you Chuck. I’m going to fuck your sweet tight ass. I’m going to fuck you just like you always wanted. Fuck you hard just like I always wanted…”
I feel Charlie jerk and then his whole body goes rigid. He shouts my name and then I swallow anything else he tries to say as he rides out his orgasm.
While he continues to shudder against me, I shove my hand down the front of his pants, collecting whatever I can of his cum. “Chuck. Shit. Chuck… I need… fuck…”
He pulls away from me, turns towards the counter, leaning and bending over it. He pushes his sweatpants down off his ass, and that’s all the confirmation I need. I ease a single finger into him and he’s so fucking hot. His rings open easy to me because he’s so damn relaxed now. I push in two fingers after a few minutes. I’m about to push in a third when I hear Charlie moan, “Please. Fuck me now,” as he pushes the bottle of dish liquid towards me.
I unbuckle my belt, and unzip my pants, pushing them down past my knees. Charlie has kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his sweatpants, kicking them out of the way. Squirting the soap into my hand, I quickly cover my erection. I am so hard that even the slightest touch makes me want to come.
I rub the head of my cock across Charlie’s hole and ask him “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Please. Fuck me Donnie. Take me. Take me out of my head.”
That’s all I need to hear. I press my cock slowly but steadily into Charlie’s ass. It’s so fucking hot and smooth and tight and I just want to fucking ram myself home, but I go slow, take my time.
He groans and even shouts once or twice at the stretch and burn. But I don’t stop because we both fucking *NEED* this. It’s not long before I’m buried balls deep into Charlie’s clutching ass. I hold still, letting him adjust, hearing his harsh wheezing breaths turn into pleasured gasps. And still I wait, holding myself back by sheer willpower until…
“Donnie, please…”
Then I pull almost all the way out and then quickly push back in hard enough to make him stumble.
“Oh yeah. Donnie, yes. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He braces himself against the counter and then I ride his ass like there’s no tomorrow.
“Chuck. Chuck. Wanted this ass for so long. Wanted to fuck you so bad. Wanted… shit wanted you, like this, on my cock. Fuck! Fuck!”
Suddenly I’m pulsing inside him, my orgasm catching me completely off guard. I lie across his back and pump my hips erratically as I ride out my release.
Charlie’s moaning beneath me and I feel his body shudder, and I realize he’s just jacked himself off a second orgasm while my cock is still buried deep in his ass. I can feel the flutters of his muscles contracting around me and I groan, “Shit, Chuck. Fuck!”
I kiss the back of his neck as we stand there panting, our bodies still connected. He smells of sweat and taste of chalk dust and I can’t think of a combination that I would prefer better than this.
~#~#~ end ~#~#~
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/character: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO - big time
Prompt: Don finds Charlie at home alone
Kink: first time, neediness, loneliness
Prompter: Particlesofgale
Notes/Warnings: Slash, Incest, Graphic Sex. Written for
rounds_of_kink
A.N.: I don't own them, someone else, like CBS does. No harm intended, no money made.
No More Lonely Nights
It's what I do at night. Sometimes. Once in a while. Well now, more often than not.
It used to be only after an extremely hard case. The first time, I found myself waking up at 2 AM, hard, needing relief. I began stroking myself, thinking about Liz, Robin, and Terri. However, it really didn't do anything for me until I thought about Charlie. Then a rush of lust ran right through me, the heat settling right in my balls. I knew it was wrong to think of him like that. So damn wrong. He's my baby brother for fuck's sake. But I couldn't stop myself. So I kept pulling my cock thinking about Charlie, about touching Charlie, about fucking Charlie, until I shot cum all over my chest. I should have known then that I was fucked.
Yet here I am again, more than two months after that first time, and it’s still thoughts of Charlie that I have when I jerk off. And its good and I’m close, so close. But thinking about him isn't enough this time, not as it had been before, on all those other nights. I need something more. Just a little bit more to tip me over the edge. And before I know it, I’m dialing his number.
“Hey Chuck.”
"Donnie, is something wrong?"
My voice is tight as I talk to him. I can barely suppress the groan at hearing him call me Donnie. “No Chuck. I'm fine. Everything is fine. I…”
“Donnie, are you sure? You sound like you're in pain?"
I try to gather my wits about me as I continue to stroke myself. "No, not in pain, just thinking. I was just wondering about the equation you used on this case.”
“It’s what, 2 o'clock in the morning, Don? And you're thinking about equations. Are you sure you're all right Donnie?”
“Yeah I'm fine, Charlie. I’m fine. I just wanted you to explain what you did. I know it’s late. I shouldn’t have called. I was hoping you could tell me, but that's ok Charlie...”
"No Donnie, I'll tell you. I'll explain. It’s simple really. All I did was..."
And then Charlie is off, talking to me, math speak. But it really didn't matter what he was saying. I tuned out the words and just let the sound of his voice wash over me. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close. I grunt. Oh shit, here it comes.
"Fuck!" I say, before I can stop myself.
"Donnie, are you ok?"
"Chuck. Just...Oh shit." And I hang up on him as I ride out my release, my sweet hot release, cum spurting over my fingers.
I hear the phone ringing, and I know it is Charlie. But there's no way in hell I can answer until I get my breathing back to normal. Fuck! What the hell did I do? He calls three times and it goes to the answering machine each time. And I can hear the nervousness in his voice. I struggle to calm my breathing so that I can answer the phone on the next call.
“Donnie, shit, what happened? I called you...”
"Charlie. I'm sorry. Relax. I'm fine."
"Relax. What the fuck happened? You hung up on me."
"I'm sorry about that buddy. I spilt a hot cup of coffee on myself. That's all. I got burned.” Yeah I fucking got burned all right. And I should burn in hell for what I just did.
“Donnie, are you sure you're ok?” Charlie’s voice is less anxious.
“I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to worry you. I’m fine.”
“Ok. Ok. So do you want me to finish telling you about the equation?”
“No. No Charlie, that's ok. You can tell me some other time. I kept you up long enough as it is.”
“It’s ok Donnie... I don’t mind.”
“No, buddy. I shouldn’t have bothered you Charlie. You get some rest. I promise I won't do this again.”
“Really, it's ok Donnie. I don’t mind telling you about the math. You know that. Granted it's two o’clock in the morning and I’d have thought that you would have been sleep.”
He sounds so sincere, so damn earnest. And I know he doesn’t mind telling me about the math, which is why it was so easy to get him talking so I could jerk off to the sound of his voice. I should be ashamed of myself. This was my fucking brother.
~#~#~#~#~#~
I swore to myself I would never call Charlie and masturbate while he talked to me again. Even though it was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in years. But not 2 weeks later and its 11:30 and I have the phone to my ear, cock in my hand, talking to my little brother.
It happened innocently enough. I had dinner with Charlie and Dad, had a few beers, and then came home. I'd been here for a couple of hours, finally settling into the bed for the night. Then Charlie called. He had a few questions about some procedure, and then we began talking on other subjects, Megan and Larry, David and Dennis. He asked me who was I seeing now, who was keeping little Donnie satisfied. I'd told him no one and asked if he knew someone who'd volunteer. I was surprised at the huskiness in his voice when he answers, “I’ll keep an eye out for you, Donnie.”
My cock fills instantly. I push down my boxers and I stroke myself quickly as he tells me how he and Amita weren't doing so well.
“I think I need someone else. Someone who can satisfy my needs. Amita doesn’t understand what I like. I’d like a partner that is a little more aggressive, someone who could take me out of my head. Because sex is a release, and sometimes it needs to be long and hard and sweaty. Sometimes its just about getting off, doing it cause it feels so damn good. Deep strokes in tight heat that make you want to cum, right Donnie? You want to cum like that don’t you?”
"Fuck, Chuck. Shit." And I spill all over my hand, my breath hitching. I’m so fucking embarrassed because I know that that should have freaked Charlie out. How could he *not* know what just happened.
But all he says is, “Hey Donnie, got to run. Sleep well." And then he hung up on me.
~#~#~#~#~#~#~
The third time, I call Charlie again. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I *know* I woke him. "Hey Chuck."
"Don? Oh, hey Donnie. How it's going?"
"OK. I hadn’t talked with you in a few of days. I know it's late. I shouldn't have called."
"No, hey, no Donnie. It's not too late. I actually fell asleep sitting up here anyway. I really need to get out these clothes and take a nice hot shower."
I groan at that image. But even before I can give my imagination time to flow with it, Charlie continues telling me about his shower.
"Yeah, I got so hot and sweaty today. I need to take my shirt off. I had on that green button down one you gave me for my birthday. That and those beige pants that fit a little snug around my ass. Yeah, I got to lose all the clothes before I can get into the shower Donnie. Strip down and put my clothes in the hamper, and walk to the bathroom, naked.
"Chuck," I whisper.
“I like a nice hot shower. How about you? You like it hot, Donnie? I like to let that hot water flow down my body. Get nice and wet. Then take the soap and rub it across my chest, soap up the hair on my chest. Never fails when I rub the soap on my chest like that that my nipples get hard. That happen to you Donnie?"
"Yeah, sometimes, yeah." My voice is tight, husky with restrained arousal.
“You know, I like a vigorous scrubbing when I shower. Got to clean all those places where the sweat collects, you know Donnie. I got to lift my dick up and get beneath my balls. Got to rub there, get it clean. Rub the soap up and down my dick, got to clean the length of it. Good thing it gets hard, that way I can guarantee to get it nice and soapy and clean it up with some good sweeping strokes of my hand."
"Oh shit, Chuck." I stroke myself harder, faster, imaging a wet Charlie pulling on his dick.
“You know the hardest place for me to reach though Donnie? Most people would say it's the small of their back. But for me, it's my ass. I like to really clean my ass Donnie, get right between the crack, right in the hole. Get deep inside. Sometimes I even use a little shower gel on my fingers just to get clean on the inside too. You know what I mean Donnie. But it's hard you know. It's real hard Donnie. Sometimes I have to use two or three fingers inside but still I never get them in deep enough. I always feel like it needs something more, something longer, bigger, and thicker to get in deep. Get that gel deep in me, Donnie. Get it deep in my tight ass. Make it slick and deep and clean me out. And I know I'd have to tighten up around it, as it dragged out so that it cleaned me good. But I'd just have to push it back in again because it'd have to be thorough, a good cleaning. I’d have to put it in and take it out, over and over; deeper each time. Harder, because I need it harder Donnie. Hard and fast. You know what I mean, Donnie. Hard and fast, deep in my ass.
"Chuck, Chuck… Fuck! Damn it, I coming. Charlie!'' I moan as I splatter all over my chest.
"Come for me Donnie. Oh shit, come for me. Yes. Oh fuck, Donnie, yes, yes."
And I know Charlie’s coming as well and then there is only the sound of our heavy breathing over the phone line for a few moments.
"Charlie..." I speak his name hesitantly.
"Hey Don. Well I really need to grab that shower now, so why don't you get some rest and maybe give me a call back again sometime later in the week.
"But Charlie…”
"You know Don, we're not a family big on sharing our feelings, you know. But I think we both understand how each other feels. What we both need. What we both want. Don't you?"
And then I get it. Charlie needs this just as much as I do, he wants it just as much as me. But what we wanted wasn't allowed, wasn't right. But this, this kind of release, this kind of sharing we could do.
"Yeah Chuck. I know exactly what you mean."
"So you'll call me down the week?" he asks.
"Yeah. But you can always call me too, buddy, you know?"
"Yeah Donnie. I know. Talk with you later. Night Donnie.”
"Night Chuck."
~#~#~#~#~#~
I thought things were okay between us. I thought we were fine. This arrangement Charlie and I have, this *thing* we do together, its good. Real good. It isn’t everything I want, of course. But for what it is, its good. At first, it had just been me making the calls, but Charlie never turned me away. Eventually he started calling me at night, and that was fine by me. We got into a kind of pattern, talking and jerking off over the phone with each other, two or three nights a week.
Like I said, I thought we were good.
It’s not like I didn’t notice we didn’t spend a lot of time with each other. I mean, there was his school, and my work. He’d come into the office and work cases, like always. And I’d stop by the house for dinner with him and Dad, like always. And maybe once in a while after work, the whole group of us would head out for drinks. So we spent time together, just not alone together.
So I’m surprised at the way Charlie nearly jumps out of his skin when I walk in the house tonight.
“Donnie. Ahh… what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? We’re supposed to be having dinner.”
“Oh. Ah…didn’t Dad call you? He was supposed to call and tell you not to stop by.”
I see Charlie twitching and he stands abruptly up from the table as I walk into the dining room. “No he never called. What’s up, Charlie?”
“N-Nothing. Nothing really. Dad had to go out of town for a few days. Short notice. He said he’d call and cancel the dinner plans we had.”
“No. He didn’t call. He must have forgot. Looks like it’s just you and me.” I see Charlie’s eyes widen.
“Oh, you don’t have to stay. I mean… I didn’t cook anything and you’re probably hungry…”
I can see his nervousness coming off him in waves. What the hell? I step around the table and Charlie all but bolts into the kitchen.
“Charlie? Charlie…is something wrong?” I walk in to the kitchen and I see him bustling about at the refrigerator, his back to me.
“NO! No. Nothing’s wrong. See there’s nothing here really to cook. So maybe you should just go back to your apartment or something…”
He closes the door and stands in front of the fridge as though he’s guarding it. I know he’s just lied to me about there not being any food, because Dad had told me earlier in the week how he’d gone shopping. I take a step forward and watch as Charlie shrinks back and away from me. That’s when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Charlie was afraid of me. Charlie was afraid to be alone with me.
SONOVABITCH! What the fuck have I done? All this time I thought Charlie was okay with what we had been doing, when in reality I must have coerced him into this sick, twisted sexual *thing*. I feel like such a fucking bastard.
I need to apologize to Charlie, tell him how wrong I was, ask him if he can forgive me.
“Hey, whoa, Charlie, relax man. Just take it easy.” I sound like I’m trying to calm some gunman hell bent on destruction. “I’m going to leave, okay buddy. I’m going to leave, and I won’t drop by without Dad being here, okay. I’m sorry Charlie. I’m sorry about everything I made you do. I didn’t mean to force you too… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I run my hand across the back of my neck in frustration. “I just wish you would have told me… told me to stop. I thought it was what you wanted. I thought it was what we both wanted, needed. But Charlie, believe me, I would never do anything to you, never force you to do anything. Shit. I’m sorry… I’m… I’m leaving now so…”
I turn to walk away and I suddenly feel Charlie’s hand on my arm stopping me. “Don’t leave. Please Donnie, don’t go. You don’t understand.”
I turn towards Charlie again and he quickly removes his hand and steps away from me. “What don’t I understand, Charlie? You jerk away from me as though you’ve just been burned. I can see it in your eyes how frightened you are of me. What don’t I understand?”
“It’s not you, Donnie. It’s not you, it’s me.” I look at him skeptically. “Donnie. Listen. Please. Believe me. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of me.”
“I don’t understand Charlie. What are you scared about?”
“Of what I would do if I was ever alone with you,” he whispers softly.
“What?”
“Fuck, Donnie. I want you. I want to be with you. I want it so bad it fucking hurts. I tried, I swear, I tried to be satisfied with just the phone calls. I really did. But, shit, I get so lonely.” He runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. “It’s you that I want. And I know we can’t. I know it’s wrong and you probably don’t want to go any further than what we’ve already done…”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Charlie, I want it. I want you. Shit, I can’t stop thinking about you, thinking about fucking you, loving you.” I watch as Charlie’s eyes darken with lust at my words. Looking over his body, I see that his nipples have hardened and are peaks against his t-shirt. And his cock, fuck, his cock is starting to tent the front of the sweats he’s wearing.
I slowly creep forward, my voice low and full with intent. “I get so fucking lonely Charlie, on those nights that we don’t talk. I lie in my big bed and wish to hell you were there with me. Wishing you were there so I could kiss you, lick you, taste you, fuck you.”
Charlie moans my name. “Donnie. I need you. Shit. I need you.”
I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him forward. I whisper, “Then take me, Chuck” across his lips before I press our mouths together for a bruising kiss.
Charlie tastes like chocolate chip cookies and orange juice, and I smile slightly. But my smirk vanishes quickly as Charlie moans deeply and pushes his body hard against mine. He tears his mouth away and pants in my ear “Donnie. Please. Need you. Need to feel you in me. Please.”
“Fuck!” I grab handfuls of his ass and grind his body against mine. I want him to feel how hard I am for him. “Feel that, Chuck. Feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m gonna fuck you all right. First I’m gonna shove my tongue up your ass, then my fingers. I’ll open you up to three fingers Chuck, and let you fuck yourself on my hand.”
“Shit! Donnie… Donnie… Donnie, please.” Charlie is humping my thigh hard, and I know he’s getting close.
“When I have you nice and loose Chuck, I’m going to shove my cock up your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you Chuck. I’m going to fuck your sweet tight ass. I’m going to fuck you just like you always wanted. Fuck you hard just like I always wanted…”
I feel Charlie jerk and then his whole body goes rigid. He shouts my name and then I swallow anything else he tries to say as he rides out his orgasm.
While he continues to shudder against me, I shove my hand down the front of his pants, collecting whatever I can of his cum. “Chuck. Shit. Chuck… I need… fuck…”
He pulls away from me, turns towards the counter, leaning and bending over it. He pushes his sweatpants down off his ass, and that’s all the confirmation I need. I ease a single finger into him and he’s so fucking hot. His rings open easy to me because he’s so damn relaxed now. I push in two fingers after a few minutes. I’m about to push in a third when I hear Charlie moan, “Please. Fuck me now,” as he pushes the bottle of dish liquid towards me.
I unbuckle my belt, and unzip my pants, pushing them down past my knees. Charlie has kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his sweatpants, kicking them out of the way. Squirting the soap into my hand, I quickly cover my erection. I am so hard that even the slightest touch makes me want to come.
I rub the head of my cock across Charlie’s hole and ask him “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Please. Fuck me Donnie. Take me. Take me out of my head.”
That’s all I need to hear. I press my cock slowly but steadily into Charlie’s ass. It’s so fucking hot and smooth and tight and I just want to fucking ram myself home, but I go slow, take my time.
He groans and even shouts once or twice at the stretch and burn. But I don’t stop because we both fucking *NEED* this. It’s not long before I’m buried balls deep into Charlie’s clutching ass. I hold still, letting him adjust, hearing his harsh wheezing breaths turn into pleasured gasps. And still I wait, holding myself back by sheer willpower until…
“Donnie, please…”
Then I pull almost all the way out and then quickly push back in hard enough to make him stumble.
“Oh yeah. Donnie, yes. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He braces himself against the counter and then I ride his ass like there’s no tomorrow.
“Chuck. Chuck. Wanted this ass for so long. Wanted to fuck you so bad. Wanted… shit wanted you, like this, on my cock. Fuck! Fuck!”
Suddenly I’m pulsing inside him, my orgasm catching me completely off guard. I lie across his back and pump my hips erratically as I ride out my release.
Charlie’s moaning beneath me and I feel his body shudder, and I realize he’s just jacked himself off a second orgasm while my cock is still buried deep in his ass. I can feel the flutters of his muscles contracting around me and I groan, “Shit, Chuck. Fuck!”
I kiss the back of his neck as we stand there panting, our bodies still connected. He smells of sweat and taste of chalk dust and I can’t think of a combination that I would prefer better than this.
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