Prompt 42: Don takes Charlie to shooting range; Charlie needs to find release for adrenaline rush
Title: A Perfectly Natural Physiological Response
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC17/ pre-Slash/pre-Incest
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Beta: Special thanks to Antoinette for all her fantastic beta help and great comments.
Spoilers: Numb3rs 1x09 - Sniper Zero
Summary: Charlie feels the effects of shooting a rifle. So does Don.
Notes: pre-Incest, pre-slash
Prompt 42: Don takes Charlie to the shooting range; afterwards, Charlie needs to find a release for the adrenaline rush.
Author's Note: Written for the Eppescest ficathon. Thought about turning this prompt into a hot PWP, but the muse decided she wanted it her way. Guess who won?
Additional Story Note: First two sections is actual conversation from Numb3rs 1x9 Sniper Zero episode.
Feedback: Please, here or cpwatcher@sbcglobal.net
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, etc., just playing with them a bit.
A Perfectly Natural Physiological Response
by CPWatcher (Jan2007)
"I need to learn how to shoot a rifle."
Don looked at Charlie then dismissed David from the room.
"You, you got to teach me," Charlie said.
"Why?" Don asked. "Because of what Edgerton said? No, you don't! You don't have to prove yourself to anyone, ok. Please. Just do what you do."
"It has nothing to do with that. I'm telling you, Edgerton was right. Well, he was a little right. OK. The weight of the gun, the noise of the shot, the effect of the recoil… There's no way I have of understanding that because I don't know what it is to shoot a gun…" Charlie stressed.
"Exactly! Which is why I brought him in to begin with." Don said exasperated.
Charlie pleaded his case. "Don't you see, man. I'm reducing these acts to abstract expressions but I don't really know what I'm dealing with. I don't really understand anything about guns and violence. Not the way you do. Edgerton said it was your job to get in the mind of a shooter. Well maybe it my job… to understand his mechanics."
Don grudgingly relented. "Alright look, but you got to do me a favor, not to say a word to Dad. OK. The guy already thinks I'm gonna wind up getting you killed."
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At the shooting range, Don stood and watched as Charlie lined up and took his shot, missing the dark form on the target entirely.
"You're flinching. You're closing your eyes, anticipating a loud noise."
"It is a loud noise. It's a perfectly natural physiological response to what I'm doing." Charlie replied.
"Charlie that's not going to help you hit the target. Ahhh. Look…"
"What?"
"You fired the rifle. How about we get out of here? Come on."
"No! I need to learn this. Come on." Charlie looked up at his brother resolutely. He was not leaving until he understood the mechanics of shooting, or at least until he hit the damn target.
Don sighed. Charlie had dug his heels in. "Alright. Try what's called an empty lung technique. Where you breathe naturally, aim, but you don't fire. OK. So line it up, aim. You're gonna exhale, count to three before you inhale. On two, you squeeze the trigger. Right. Just like I told you. Just tease it."
Charlie took the shot, this time hitting the target.
"That's pretty good." Charlie, proud of himself, looked at his shaking hands. "Look at that. Ahhh. Adrenal response."
"It's a paper target. It's a little different with a real person." Don cautioned.
"Maybe not for Sniper Zero. That's a pretty good shot though, isn't it?"
"Not bad. I think you got a little beginner's luck there." Don packed up the rifle.
"Beginner's luck is non-empiric. It's counterintuitive."
As they walked toward the exit, Don said, "Yeah? First time I played golf, I pared four on the front nines."
"That's just a function of the regression to the mean."
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Charlie looked at his still shaking hands as he walked stiffly back to the car with Don. The adrenaline rush not only caused his hands to shake, but also caused him to get an erection. From the very first time he pulled the trigger, he felt a tightening up in his pants and knew he was getting a hard-on. And when he actually hit the target his dick went rigid. He tried to walk normally, so as not to show his reaction to Don, certain his big brother would laugh at him.
They settled into the car and Charlie placed his hands in his lap, trying to cover his arousal. Don pulled off, and began discussing the recoil of different types of firearms, and various other breathing techniques. Charlie shifted in his seat several times, trying unobtrusively to relieve some of the pressure on his cock.
Don noticed Charlie's constant movements. "Charlie, are you all right?"
"Yeah. Fine. I'm fine." Charlie settled in his seat. A moment later, Charlie was squirming again.
"Are you sure you're ok, Charlie?" Don looked over at his baby brother and noticed the flush look on his face. "Charlie? What's wrong? You are flushing, breathing heavy. Are you hurt?"
"No. No, Don. I'm not hurt. I'm fine. I just… I just…" Charlie looked down at his lap, embarrassment flooding him. Don followed his gaze down and noticed Charlie covering his crotch.
"You got a boner? From shooting the rifle?" Don chuckled.
"It's not funny Don."
Don tried to stop laughing as Charlie went from being embarrassed to being angry.
"I'm sorry Charlie. Look. I'm sorry. You're right it's not funny. Actually it happens to a lot of guys when they first handle a weapon. You know, that adrenaline rush affects your whole body, not just your hands."
"Yeah well, I can see that."
"So relax, it'll go away."
"I'm trying to. But it's… it hurts." Charlie almost whined.
"It hurts? Hell Charlie, when was the last time you got laid?"
Charlie gave Don an 'as if I'm going to tell you that' look.
Don smirked. "That long? Ouch."
"Can we NOT talk about my forays in the bedroom, please?"
"Hey, you're the one sporting the hard wood, Chuck."
Charlie shifted again.
"Well if it's that painful take care of it."
"Yeah. OK. Drop me by the house and I can…"
"Whoa. Hey. I don't have time to drop you by the house. We got a sniper running around out here."
"You told me to take care of this. I need to go home."
"I told you Charlie, we don't have time for that. You wanted to shoot the rifle, you deal with the consequences. But we aren't going home. We're supposed to meet David, Terry and Ian back at the office."
"Well what do you expect me to do?"
"I don't give a fuck. Take care of it, or sit there in pain. Your choice."
"Take care of it? You want me too… You expect me to… Here? In front of you?"
Don, used to being around guys in various states of undress and arousal from his baseball and academy days, couldn't see what Charlie's issue is.
"Shit Charlie. It's no big deal. Haven't you ever been in a circle jerk?"
"A circle jerk?"
"Yeah. We used to do it in high school, college. Hell some of us even did it in the academy. Bunch of guys sitting around, working the meat, while talking about all the chicks we wanted to nail. Easy and fast stress relief before a game. No big deal."
"You watched other guys masturbate?"
"Look Charlie, it was no big deal. Stress relief, that's all it was. It's not like I touched them or anything. I'm not into guys. Anyway, I've seen 'little Charlie' before. Remember, I used to change your diapers." Don laughed.
Charlie was indignant. "Well 'little Charlie' has grown since the last time you changed my diaper, Donald."
Don smirked and whispered, "That's not what Amita said."
Charlie shot him a glare. "Not funny. She's my T.A., that's all."
"Yeah, well you should be getting some T&A from your T.A. You wouldn't be in this situation if you were tapping that ass."
Charlie blushed at Don's comment about Amita but then sobered. "Amita is my student, Don. Do you know how much trouble I could get into having sex with my students?"
"Hey! Hey! It was just a joke," Don said quickly, hoping to avoid working Charlie up any further. "It was a joke."
Charlie was not amused. "Look Don. Just drive me home. You don't have to wait. I'll get a cab and catch up with you all at the office."
"No Charlie. Not gonna happen."
"Fine. Fine." Charlie began to unbuckle his jeans, and then stopped. "Pull over."
"What?"
"Pull over. I want to get… I can't do this sitting beside you. I need to get into the back seat."
Don switched lanes of traffic and pulled over to the side of the highway. Charlie got out and then into the back seat, slamming the door behind him.
Don laughed to himself. For a genius, sometimes Charlie could be such a baby. Don heard the zipper to Charlie's jeans lowered and the rustle of fabric as Charlie pushed them past his hips. Charlie groaned in relief and Don knew he'd finally gotten his cock out of the tight confines of his underwear. Turning to take a quick glance Don looked at the thick purple headed organ Charlie had wrapped his hand around. Don felt a degree of sympathy.
"Shit, that must hurt like a motherfucker."
"Don!"
"Sorry. Shit. Relax Charlie. I'm your fucking brother, not some pervert."
"Well… I know. Just… just don't look ok? It's hard enough to do this with you here as it is. I don't need you looking."
"As if I wanted to see you jerk off. Grow the fuck up, Chuck. And don't get that shit on my seats." Don handed Charlie some napkins.
Watching the traffic ahead of him, Don heard Charlie trying to suppress a moan. Sneaking a peek in the rearview mirror, Don saw Charlie with his head down, hair fallen forward covering part of his face. Charlie's face was flushed, eyes closed, teeth biting into his bottom lip. And Don thought to himself that his brother was beautiful.
And the moment he thought that, Don asked himself 'What the fuck!' There's no way in hell he should ever think of Charlie as beautiful, especially not in a sexual way. 'We're fucking brothers,' he chided himself. 'Not fucking brothers, but brothers. Shit. What the hell.' He didn't even like men.
Forcing his eyes back on the road, Don made a concerted effort NOT to have to use the rearview mirror for the time that Charlie was taking care of his problem. But Charlie's moans and grunts were picking up in pace now, as was the slick sound of Charlie's hand sliding up and down the flesh of his cock. Don glanced back quickly and saw the tube of lotion Charlie must have gotten from his backpack. Don watched fluid flow from the tip of Charlie's cock and knew it would be over soon.
Heading down the ramp to their exit, Don stopped at the red stoplight. He heard Charlie panting and then Charlie's breath hitched. Looking back at his brother through the rearview mirror, Don got a sudden jolt of arousal. Charlie's head was thrown back, hair framing his face in sweat-curled ringlets. His shoulders were stiffen, back arched in orgasm. Charlie's mouth was opened in a silent "O" before husky words of filth spilled out while the splatter of cum hit the back of the seat in front of him. Charlie's eyes were closed tightly and then opened as he moaned. Charlie's eyes locked with Don's in the mirror. Charlie exhaled loudly and then quickly sucked in a breath, closing his eyes again as he shuddered and tried to get his body back under control.
And for the second time in less than five minutes, Don again was struck by how beautiful his brother looked, especially in the throes of orgasm. And it's that thought, and the slick wet sounds Charlie had made stroking his cock, along with the moaning, groaning and lewd words his baby brother had used, and the scent of sex as Charlie climaxed, that had Don's cock go immediately rock hard. Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Don turned with the flow of traffic, as he tried to will his erection away.
There was no fucking way his baby brother turned him on. No. Fucking. Way. Don moved his left hand off the wheel and squeezed his cock till it hurt, forcing the erection to subside. Don heard Charlie moving around again in the backseat, listened as Charlie zipped his pants then settled back down.
Neither man said anything for a moment. Finally, Don thought he could talk without his voice faltering.
"You want to sit up here?" he asked, looking back at Charlie through the rearview mirror. Their eyes met briefly, then each man shifted his gaze so they were not looking directly at the other, Charlie out of embarrassment, and Don out of fear.
"No. I'm good back here."
After another moment they began a discussion about Sniper Zero, both men pretending the incident never happened.
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