Numb3rs Writeoff - Schmoop - Secret
Title: Secrets the Brothers Keep, or Five Times Don and Charlie Double Dated, Sort of
Author: CPWatcher
Pairing/Characters: Don/OFC, Charlie/OFC, Don/Charlie/Terry
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash/Het/Incest/Mention of Underage sex.
Spoilers: Set in Season One, but no spoilers.
Summary: Don and Charlie had a history, a sexual history
Notes/Warnings: None
Sorry, not betaed because RL wouldn't give me any time to even think let alone finish in time enough for a beta.
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Secrets the Brothers Keep, or Five Times Don and Charlie Double Dated, Sort of
One
5/1
The first time Don and Charlie double dated, Don had absolutely no choice in the matter. His mother, of all people, arranged it with the two sisters who lived next door.
It hadn’t been that bad, really. They had a nice meal (peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, milk and fruit) and even got to see a show (puppet). Charlie had cried through most of the show, but so did Amy, since they were only one. Don made funny faces and the babies laughed, so they soon stopped crying. Molly, who was six, said Don was a big boy (he was 5 and a half) and kissed him on the cheek. Don ran around in circles like a crazy person wiping the kiss off, which just made Charlie giggle more. Secretly though, Don was happy Molly kissed him.
Two
12/7
Their second double date wasn’t so much a date as a week-long adventure. It was the annual Eppes family summer vacation, and this year they spent it in Michigan visiting with their ‘cousins’. There wasn’t really any actual family connection, the ‘cousins’ were the daughters of two of Alan and Margaret’s friends from their days with ‘the Cause’.
Sandy was six and completely besotted with Don, who was twelve and completely in lust with fourteen-year old Star. Charlie, at seven, could care less, and just wanted to work through some equations in his notebook. Star told Don she’d show him a few things if he could figure out a way to keep Sandy occupied. Don had to bribe Charlie with letting him keep stats for the entire next season, as well as listen to his advice on swing rotation, just so that Charlie would play with Sandy.
In the end, they all wound up playing Sandy’s favorite game, Here comes the Bride, which Don didn’t mind so much, because he got to ‘marry’ Star over and over, and kissing the bride was not a problem. They even got a chance to sneak away for a honeymoon a couple of times.
Charlie walked in on them on one of their honeymoons. Don had to up the bribe to three years of stats, to keep Charlie from telling Alan what Don had been doing, but Don knew it had been worth it. Well worth it.
Three
18/13
The Senior Class trip was supposed to have been a fun-filled day at Malibu beach. Alan finally gave in and allowed Don to drive up the coast in the convertible, with only one condition, Charlie had to ride along. Don gave in with little fuss because he had plans, secret plans. Jamie Martin, Don’s sometimes girlfriend would be sitting up front with him, Charlie relegated to the backseat. And once he got Charlie settled at the beach with the other kids, Don would be able to drive out to some secluded area with Jamie and fuck.
As luck would have it, they’d made it up to Malibu but a tropical storm along the coast cut the beach party short by mid-afternoon. Don had called home and Alan vetoed him driving back in the bad weather. Instead, Alan told Don to drive to a nearby motel, and he booked them a room for the night.
They snuck Jamie in, not wanting the clerk to see a girl entering the room with them. Having already sworn Charlie to secrecy on Jamie making the drive up to Malibu with them, Don pulled his brother to the side once they’ve settled into the room.
“Hey Charlie, come here.”
“Yeah,” Charlie answered, walking over to Don, his eyes riveted to Jamie who has stripped down to her bikini again.
“Look, you know how you can’t tell Dad or Mom that Jamie drove up here with us, right?”
“Yeah, I told you I wouldn’t tell.” Charlie looked at Don with exasperation.
“I know, Buddy. I know. But what more important, is that you can’t tell ANYONE that Jamie spent the night in a motel with us. Not anyone Charlie, you understand. It would give her a bad reputation.”
Charlie leaned in to whisper to Don. “She already has a bad reputation, Don. Everyone at school knows she sleeps around. Mom won’t even let her come by the house anymore.”
Don knew only too well the ban Mom instituted against Jamie. When he first introduced Jamie to his parents, she had on a nearly transparent sparkly white tube-top, cut-off blue jean shorts which barely covered her ass, and ‘fuck-me’ red fingernail polish and lipstick. Charlie had told Don about the conversation his parents had while he had taken Jamie home. Dad had called her a ‘free spirit’. Mom had called her a tramp. When Margaret caught Jamie on her knees giving Don a blow-job in the garage, his Mom had downgraded her to a slut. And when she saw her sneaking out of Don’s bedroom at 4am, she told Don never to bring Jamie into their house again.
“Listen Charlie, that doesn’t matter. You can’t say anything. OK?”
“Yeah. okay. No problem. Which bed do you want?”
“Jamie and I will take this one,” Don said as he sat on the edge of the double bed. “You take that one. It’s closer to the bathroom in case you have to get up in the night.”
Charlie gave Don a look, but went to sit on the other bed. The wind blew wildly outside, rattling the windows. With nothing else to do, Charlie turned on the small television.
It was still early evening so Don and Jamie sat on their bed, watching TV as well. It wasn’t long though before Charlie heard Jamie giggle softly. He looked over to see Don cupping her breast as he kissed her. Charlie tried not to watch, tried to concentrate on the program, but a gasp from Don had Charlie whipping his head around again. Jamie had opened Don’s shorts and her hand was buried inside.
It wasn’t the first time Charlie had watched Don and Jamie make out. Don would sometimes find Charlie watching him when he was messing around in the solarium or the garage with his girlfriends. Don didn’t particularly care, figuring it was good for the squirt, to let him know there was more than math out there. It became a kind of game between them, Don was never quite sure when Charlie would show up, but knowing with certainty that at some point in time he’d look up and see the tell-tale signs of Charlie’s curly hair.
Charlie was still pretending to watch TV when the power went out. Having no other alternative, Charlie climbed into his bed, pulling the sheet up and turning his back to Don and Jamie. Even in the relative darkness of the room, amid the noise of the storm, Don knew Charlie could hear everything he and Jamie were doing. But he didn’t care much because Jamie was sucking his cock like a pro. Don heard the rustle of Charlie’s sheets and saw his brother turn over. Don smiled in the hazy darkness and got a returned one back from Charlie.
Motioning Jamie off his cock, Don whispered in her ear. She looked over at Charlie on the bed and asked, “How old is he?”
“Thirteen,” Don replied. “Hell, I was twelve my first time.”
“How old was the girl?” Jamie asked.
“Fifteen.” Don replied.
“Fourteen,” Charlie piped in.
“Her birthday was two weeks later. She was as good as fifteen.” Don retorted.
“Yeah, well I’m eighteen, and I’ve never had sex with anyone that young before.”
“I don’t want him to fuck you. *I’ll* do that,” Don leered. “It just that Charlie’s never touched a girl before. Just let him touch you, touch your breast, that’s all. He’ll probably cream his pants the moment he puts a hand on your tits. You ever been with two brothers before?”
Jamie looked intrigued by the idea. “Okay. Charlie, why don’t you come on over here, if you want.” Don laughed at the speed at which Charlie left his bed and made it over to Don’s.
For the next six months Don had to listen to how much Charlie was ‘in love’.
Four
24/19
The one time Don’s team schedule included Boston, Don told Charlie to come out to the game. Don had been expecting to hear Charlie shouting his name from the stands during batting practice. But he hadn’t been expecting to see a geeky nineteen-year old Charlie flanked by two gorgeous young women.
Don signaled the player he was tossing the ball around with for a break, and headed over to the stands.
“Charlie.” Don smiled at his brother.
“Hey, Donnie. Looking good out there. But your average is .290 which is well below last year’s standings at this time of the season...”
“Yeah, but he’s been 8 for 12 on this road trip. And he’s doubled his last 5 times at the plate,” the busty blonde said with a smile.
Don smiled back, impressed. “Yeah, Chuck. And I hit for a cycle just before that.” He winked at the blonde, who giggled and held out her hand.
“I’m Cynthia, and this is Simone.”
Don shook hands with both women. “Please to meet you. You both work with Charlie?”
Charlie flushed. “Oh no, Don. These are my students, in my number theory class.”
“Former students,” Cynthia corrected. “Semester ended last week, Professor Eppes.”
Charlie laughed, “Yeah, no more pop quizzes.” The three laugh, sharing some kind of inside joke.
“Hey, Don, you’re up next.”
Don nodded to his teammate. “Thank, Joe, be right there. Hey Charlie, I got to go.”
“Okay Donnie. We’ll wait for you in the parking lot after the game, maybe go out for drinks or something.” Don caught Charlie’s wink and was surprised.
Don maintained his hitting streak, going 4 for 4, with a homer, two singles and double, with 2 RBI’s. It was a great night for him, even though the team lost. They went to a bar the women suggested, and Don laughed when Charlie got carded. Don was stunned to find out that the girls - women - were only a year younger than him.
When the ladies excused themselves to the restroom, Don moved over to sit next to Charlie.
“Hey Charlie, what’s with the students?”
“*Former* students. They were in my office when you called to tell me you’d be in town. They’re big baseball fans.”
“I can tell,” Don smirked.
“Well they asked if they could come along, they wanted to meet you. They REALLY wanted to meet you.” Charlie nudged Don.
“Baseball chicks.” Don laughed.
“And math groupies, yeah.” Charlie smiled wickedly. “The best of both worlds.”
“So, what? You want Cynthia or Simone?”
“Is there any reason it has to be one or the other? I mean I know we didn’t always share our toys when we were kids, but there was that one time…” Charlie’s voice trailed off, and Don vividly remembered their Senior Class trip and the secrets they shared between them back then.
“Hey Chuck, it’s your party. I’m game if they are.”
“Oh they are, believe me, they are.” Charlie offered as they women came back to the small table.
They ended up getting a room at a motel near the bar. Charlie had been right in his assessment. Simone had her hand in Don’s lap for the entire drive over. And he watched in the rearview mirror as Charlie suckled at Cynthia’s ample breast.
Once inside the motel room, everyone quickly stripped off, amid hands groping and lots of kissing. As a treat for Don’s continued hitting streak, the two women pushed him down on the bed and began licking up and down his body.
“Come on Charlie, join in.” Don motioned his brother over. Charlie kept to the side of the bed, slowly jerking his cock. “Nah, I’m good for now. Enjoy. I’ll just watch for a bit.”
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Charlie tried hard to hide what he was doing, hoping that the two women would keep Don busy, keep him distracted, so Don wouldn’t catch Charlie watching him. He didn’t want Don to know that from the moment Charlie had first learned about sex, Don played a starring role in his fantasies.
Charlie watched avidly as Cynthia sucked on Don’s thick cockhead, her lips shiny wet with his pre-cum. Don had three fingers inside Simone, while she was licking at Cynthia’s clit. Their position on the bed reminded Charlie of an isosceles triangle. He laughed at his comparison even as he watches Don stripe Cynthia’s face and chest with his semen. Charlie leaned in, kissing her, tasting Don. Cynthia climaxed to Simone’s tongue on her clit, Charlie’s tongue in her mouth and Don’s tongue flicking her nipple. Then Charlie climbed on the bed besides Don, accepting help with his condom from his brother, and barely holding back his hips as Don slowly rolled the latex down the length of his shaft. He couldn’t hold back the moan though, as Don fisted Charlie cock several times. Once he was released Charlie pressed his cock eagerly into Simone.
“There you go, Chuck. Yeah, fuck her. Fuck her good. Give her some of that Eppes dick.”
Don’s voice was heavy, sex-laden and Charlie was damn near lost in his haze of lust. He was so hard, his balls heavy, he knew he was close. He just needed a little something… He locked eyes with Don then and blew his load immediately after hearing Don say “Hurry up Chuck. When you’re done and recovered, well see if Cynthia wants to be made into an Eppes sandwich, your dick sliding right alongside mine into her tight, wet hole.”
Charlie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he rutted mindlessly into Simone as he shouted, “Fuck! Donnie!”
Charlie had expected an awkward moment after moaning his brother’s name out as he climaxed, but everyone was laughing good-naturedly, as Don suggested how much Charlie really liked his idea of a three-way fuck. Charlie rolled with it, happy that he hadn’t been exposed as the incestuous pervert that he was, lusting after his own brother.
The foursome messed around for another couple of hours before Don told them he’d have to leave soon. They had yet to do the Eppes sandwich with Simone. But Charlie was too scared to say anything about it, too scared his secret need to be near Don sexually, in any way, would be written all over his face.
But he didn’t have to worry about anything, because Don spread himself out on the bed, with Simone straddling him, easing down onto his erection. Don groaned and murmured “Hey Chuck, you better hurry up and slide in here. Simone is hot and wet. Let’s show her how much we can make her moan.”
Cynthia sucked Charlie to full hardness then slid a condom on him. Charlie kneeled up on the bed behind Simeon, sliding between Don’s spread legs. He slid a finger in alongside Don’s cock and nearly blew his load right then, just feeling the heat of Don’s penis. Simone was slick and wet just as Don said. She moaned when he slid in a second finger.
“Fuck, Chuck. Stop fucking around or this will be over before it even starts, shit.”
Don was breathless, and Charlie hoped that it’s because of his touch. He snuggled up behind Simone, and slowly pushed his dick into her. He was hard and near ready to come just from feeling the heat of Don’s cock.
“Yeah, Charlie, yeah. Fuck her hard, make her scream.” Charlie heard the catch in Don’s voice as he pressed in tight. He pulled almost all the way out, and then pumped his hips sharply. Don’s resulting groan was like a siren’s song, and Charlie’s hips moved to the sound without conscious thought. Don’s hands came up to slide along Charlie’s sweat slicked thighs, gripping at him hard as Don leveraged his body upwards, forcing his cock tighter against Charlie’s. The younger Eppes muttered an incomprehensible prayer as he shuddered in climax, Don and Simone falling in line seconds behind him.
They dropped the women off at their apartments, and then Charlie drove Don back to the hotel the team was staying.
“Well, Chuck, that was one hell of a ‘been a long time, how’re you doing, bro’ hello.”
Charlie ducked his head in embarrassment. Don laughed and ruffled his curls.
“Hey, I liked it, you know. You were right. We didn’t share a whole lot of things together growing up. But sex, well, it’s funny, but this was okay. This was good.”
They talked for the rest of the night, catching up with each other’s lives. When Don saw the team head onto the bus, he looked down at his watch. Charlie saw the surprise cross his face.
“Wow. Man, Charlie, we sat here all night.” He ruffled Charlie’s hair again. “Guess there’s more to us than just fucking, eh?”
Charlie pulled Don into a hug. “Always has been, Don.” He whispered, “I love you” into Don’s neck.
Pulling back, Don asked, “What was that, Charlie?”
“I said I miss you sometimes.”
“I miss you too, Buddy. You know that. It’s you and me, Buddy, taking on the world. You with your math, and me with my bat. The mighty Eppes brothers. We’re invincible, remember?”
Charlie smiled, but his voice cracked on his reply. “Yeah, invincible.”
Don exited the car and walked over to the driver’s side. Charlie got out and leaned against the side of the car, his head bowed.
“Hey Charlie, what’s wrong?” Don put his hand under Charlie’s chin, raising his head.
“It just gets hard out here sometimes, all alone. With Mom back in LA I just get lonely sometimes.”
“You know you can always call, Charlie. You got me. You’ve always got me.” Don pulled Charlie in for a tight hug.
“I love you Donnie.”
“I love you too, Charlie. Always.”
Five
35/30
They had gone to the bar, a new place, to celebrate the end of the case. It had been a long, heinous affair, and Don was happy to finally get the bastard Michaels in jail. To be honest he felt jail was too good for the son of a bitch. Death would be to good for him, for the way he hurt those kids. But at least he was now off the streets.
Don settled at the bar, Terry on his left, David and Charlie on his right. It was a relatively nice bar, mixed crowd, not too young, not too old. The music was loud and pulsing, which Don didn’t care too much for, but he was out to celebrate, he’d deal with it.
They were on their third round of beers, Don chatting easily with Terry, when Don watched the bartender bring Charlie a glass of dark liquid, which looked like bourbon. Don didn’t give it much thought, figuring Charlie ordered it when he wasn’t looking. David had gone over to play darts with a couple of guys, and several new customers had moved into his vacated space, effectively separating Charlie from Don.
Leaning onto the bar, trying to catch Charlie’s eye, Don noticed his brother talking with a slim young woman. Don had been about to ask Charlie if he was all right, when he noticed the dopey grin on his Charlie’s face, and the flush look of his cheeks. Charlie was never one to be able to hold his liquor, Don thought with a smile. The young lady motioned to the bartender for another drink. As Don turned back to talk with Terry, he caught the motion in the mirror, out the corner of his eye. The girl had slipped smoothing into Charlie’s shot. Before Don could make it past the patrons to stop him from drinking, Charlie had downed the liquid in the glass.
Don pushed the woman roughly against the bar. “What the fuck was that?”
“Donnie?” Charlie squeaked.
Terry was by Don’s side in an instant. “Don, what’s wrong?”
“She spiked his drink.”
The bartender came around the bar and put his hand on Don’s shoulder. “Hey, Mister. Take your hands off my sister.”
Terry pulled out her badge. “FBI. Step back, big boy.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” David said as he pulled the bartender’s arm behind his back, pushing him hard against the bar, Terry cuffing him.
Don hissed at the young woman. “I want to know what the fuck you put in my brother’s drink and I want to know now, damn it.”
“Hey, okay, okay man. It was E, man, that all. V and E. Just to get him, you know, interested. No big deal man.”
“No big deal? V and E? What, you and your idiot brother here work together on trick rolls?”
“What’s V and E?” Terry asked.
“Viagra and Ecstasy. MDMA,” David replied. “Bean a rash of these cases lately.”
Don cuffs the girl. Terry does a quick pat-down and finds a handful of small packets filled with ground up powder.
“How do you feel, Charlie?” Don asked.
“Fine. I’m fine, Don. What? What did she put in my drink?” Charlie’s voice was shaky, high pitched.
“Ecstasy. Ecstasy and Viagra. You’re going to be fine. I’m going to get you checked out and you’re going to be ok. Alright, buddy? The paramedics will be here soon, right David?”
“Their on the way,” David replied, bagging the glasses Charlie had drunk from.
“David, I want you to take care of these assholes, okay? I got to stay with Charlie.”
“No problem, man. The only place their going is jail.”
“You still with me, Buddy?” Don asks Charlie.
Charlie’s still flushed, but he nods at Don gamely.
The uniformed backup David called for arrived, and the bar is cordoned off, David shouting orders to various officers.
The paramedics examined Charlie, even as Don had the FBI crime lab techs pulled various samples. After observing Charlie for nearly half an hour, the only outward effects they could detect was Charlie’s extreme euphoria, which manifested itself in his giddy laughter at every single thing.
Don hustled the paramedics away to talk. “Okay guys, how is he really?”
“Honestly Agent Eppes, he’s fine. Probably more happy than normal, and likely to be aroused with minimal stimulation due to the Viagra, but his pressure is fine. Minimal dilation of his eyes. No excessive thirst, or sweating, so he’s not in any life-threatening situation. He could go to the emergency room, but they’d only keep him there for hours under observation. He’d probably be more comfortable in his own bed, and just have someone stay with him.
Don took in everything they said and thanked them again for their help.
Terry had stayed with Charlie, pulling him into a small alcove, away from the noise and most of the prying eyes, and Don noticed that Charlie had become way more touchy-feely with Terry. Charlie’s body was flush against Terry’s back, and from the blush in her cheeks, Don suspected Charlie was pressing an erection against her ass. His hands were running up and down her arms as he whispered in her ear.
Fairly confident that the worst effects Charlie was going to encounter was a serious hard-on, and a mild case of embarrassment then next time he was around Terry, Don went to rescue his ‘off and on’ girlfriend from his ‘under the influence’ brother.
“Hey Ter, sorry about that,” Don said as he tried to pull Terry away from Charlie.
“Donnie,” Charlie whined.
“Hey Buddy. That’s the drugs. Paramedics said it would make you horny. Let me take you home. You can sleep it off.”
“I’d rather go fuck it off. Terry will help me, won’t you? You can come too, Donnie. Come on… It’ll be like old times. Remember? An Eppes sandwich. Terry, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Charlie said huskily in her ear. “Don and me, fucking you at the same time. It’s good, I guarantee it.”
Don watched as Terry’s eyes darken in arousal.
“Fuck.” Don looked at Terry, watched as she pushed her ass back against Charlie. “Well damn. Yeah, okay. Yeah.” He wiped a hand over his mouth. “Look, Terry, take Charlie home. Back to my place, all right. I’ll finish up here, and get there as soon as I can, okay? And we’ll see. We’ll see. But no promises. We’ll see.”
Don’s not really surprised to find himself in another three-way with Charlie. While he’s certainly no math genius, he’d figured they were about due for their next encounter. He’s not even surprised that it’s with Terry. She’s always been sexually adventurous, and had even questioned him about Charlie once or twice. What *had* surprised him was Terry’s shock at finding out that in all their encounters together that he and Charlie never made out with each other.
She scoffed at his ‘he’s my brother’ and ‘I’m not gay’ responses. And Don was actually taken aback to find out that one, Charlie was gay, well bisexual, and two, that Charlie didn’t appear to have *any* problem with the whole ‘incest’ thing.
Don was still pretty adamant that he wouldn’t kiss Charlie, that is until Terry offered up her ass in which to make a real Eppes sandwich. Just the thought of being the first man to fuck her in the ass made Don give in to her ‘blackmail’. Worst case he thought, he’d blame it all on Charlie and his V and E cocktail.
Only it didn’t turn out exactly as he thought it would. Kissing Charlie had been a rush. And Charlie damn near melted under him, giving everything he had over to Don in his kiss. Before he knew it, Don and Charlie had not only fucked Terry as promised, but later, after Charlie sucked him back to full hardness, Don slid home into Charlie’s ass as well.
And it was home, being with Charlie. Don had never realized, but all those years, all those past experiences, all those times Charlie watched him have sex - watched and waited and hoped - it all led up to this.
“Charlie, Charlie, god, I… I love you.” Don whispered as he climaxed deep inside of Charlie. His brother’s answering response of “Yes, Donnie, love you, always, only you” made Don’s heart soar.
Later, when Terry left the bed and began getting dressed Don asked, “Hey, where are you going?”
She kissed him softly, and did the same to Charlie. “It doesn’t take a math genius to figure out this equation, Don. You and Charlie, you need each other, were meant for each other.”
“But Terry…”
Terry pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry Don, your secret’s safe with me.”
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