A July Tradition, Part 1 of 3 (NUMB3RS, darkkwater, Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes, NC-17)
Title: A July Tradition
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: The Eppes brothers set a pattern, and embark on a long, hazardous tradition.
Part 1 of 3: Too Young for Beer
19-year-old Charlie drives to Stockton to watch Don play baseball.
Word Count: 1299
Sequel to: Starting a Tradition and Continuing a Tradition
Prequel to: Holiday Traditions and New Year's Traditions
Warning: Brother/brother incest
Part 1: Too Young for Beer
The third Holiday they added to their growing tradition was the 4 th of July. It was 6 months after they'd kissed the last six days of Hanukkah and again for their second Christmas. For Independence Day, Charlie had come to watch Don play baseball. Stockton was hot in July, but it had been more than temperature that had gotten Charlie sweaty while watching Don on the diamond. Since Charlie had kissed Don, he'd done a lot more than just kiss a fellow male student. He now knew how good it felt to have a man's cock in his hand, a man's mouth on his cock, as well as the reverse. He couldn't do that with Don, that would be going too far. Don was his brother, for God's sake, and it could never go past kissing. They would be roundly condemned for just kissing, but maybe that be forgiven. Not anything further.
That didn't mean that Charlie couldn't watch Don play, watch his shoulders and legs and ass in that uniform. Think about what might be protected by that athletic cup. Charlie's own cock was getting hard and uncomfortable.
Shaking himself, Charlie put his mind into baseball statistics and was able to watch the rest of the game with detachment.
"Charlie!" Don called with a smile.
For a second, when Charlie looked up, his face was a stranger's, his eyes dark and knowing.
Then Don blinked and Charlie was just Charlie, his brilliant, often annoying little brother.
"Good game!" Charlie said, straightening up from where he'd been leaning against the fence outside the player's exit. "Makes you .301 for the season!"
"Too bad it wasn't enough," Don said with a shrug. He'd done his part, so he hadn't been the one coach reamed out in the locker room.
"Yeah," Charlie agreed, but didn't seem to really care. "I wasn't sure if you were going to stay for the fireworks, so I came out to wait right away."
Don shrugged again. "Did you want to stay for the fireworks?"
"Not really. I get to see a lot of fireworks in the chem lab."
"Ah," Don said. Shuffling his own bag to his other shoulder, Don put his arm around Charlie's shoulders and for some reason that felt different than it had the hundreds of other times that Don had done this in their lives.
Shaking off the notion, Don said, "I'd invite you to go with everybody to the bar, but you're only nineteen."
"For a little while longer," Charlie said. "Old enough to be drafted but not old enough to drink."
"Are you looking forward to drinking?" Don asked curiously.
Charlie shrugged slightly, something Don felt more than saw through his arm that was still around Charlie's shoulders.
"Looking forward to be able to go into any place," Charlie said. "Hang out with 'everybody' like you do."
"Hey, who's your date?" a voice called behind them.
Don turned around, still keeping his arm around Charlie's shoulders. He wasn't going to spring apart like he'd been doing something wrong. "Hey, Heath, meet my baby brother."
Heath grinned and shook Charlie's hand. The big third-baseman looked Charlie up and down and Don's arm tightened.
"He's not old enough to go to the bar with the team," Don said, trying not to bristle. He knew Heath liked them young - and gender didn't much matter. "So we're just going to go back to my place."
"Aww," Heath said, his eyes sharpening. "We could sneak him into the bar, no problem." He touched Charlie's hair. "C'mon 'baby brother.' Come have some fun with the big boys."
Don heard Charlie take a breath to respond, but he spoke first. "Don't you have some groupies to grope?"
Heath raised his hands, laughing wryly. "Okay, Eppes, okay. I can see you're one of those big brothers."
"I am," Don growled.
Health stepped back and moved away. Don saw a few more teammates coming and he didn't feel like introducing Charlie again, though to be fair, Heath was probably the worst.
"Let's get out of here," Don said.
"I wanted to meet some of your team," Charlie protested.
Don moved Charlie forward. "You can meet my roommates. They're good guys."
"And Heath is not?"
Don hustled Charlie towards the player's parking lot. "He just wants to get in your pants."
"Oh?" Charlie said, turning his head to look behind them.
"Do you even know what I mean?" Don snapped.
"Of course, I do," Charlie said huffily. "I'm not completely unexperienced about such things."
Don stopped and stared at him. "You're not?"
Charlie flushed but shook his head. "I've been in college since I was thirteen, remember?"
Don went very still, his heart hammering. "You… thirteen? With an…adult?"
"No, no," Charlie said quickly, as if he saw the suddenly conjured nightmares in Don's eyes. "Not until I was of the age of consent. Like she was." He added quietly, "And he was."
Don's eyebrows shot up. "You… with a man?"
Charlie nodded, his cheeks turning pink. "I like both."
Don had to give a wry snort. "Must run in the family." He pushed and got Charlie walking towards his car again. "Not that anybody can know. Would kill my career."
"What about Heath?"
"He's heading for the Bigs, no doubt. The people that know will quickly 'forget.' Just how it is."
"Shouldn't be that way."
"No. But it is."
Don removed his arm from Charlie's shoulder to fish out his car keys. They walked in silence through the parking lot. They got to Don's old car, but before he unlocked it, Don looked up at Charlie and held his eyes.
"I'm glad that you were the 'age of consent,'" Don said fiercely. "Otherwise there are some people that I'm going to have to track down and hurt. Because, well, I am one of those big brothers."
"I know." Charlie smiled warmly at him. "I know."
Charlie quietly looked out at Stockton while Don drove, thinking about big brothers. They had gone to a grocery store - two grocery stores because the first one was closed early for the Holiday - and gotten some steaks to grill. They'd also gotten a six-pack of beer that Don promised to share with Charlie, if he wanted it.
Their ultimate goal was Don's apartment, which Charlie had only seen briefly when he dropped off his bag there before the game. Charlie had offered to stay in a hotel overnight, but Don wouldn't hear of it. Don shared the place with two other players but assured Charlie that the couch was comfortable. It was a three-bedroom apartment and Don's roommates changed often, as the tides of minor league baseball ebbed and flowed. Charlie couldn't remember who Don's roommates were at the moment. Charlie was glad that Don had stayed in Stockton for as long as he had, since it at least was within driving distance of CalSci.
When they pulled into a parking lot of the non-descript apartment complex, Don swore under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Charlie asked.
In reply, Don pointed across a patch of lawn to what looked like the apartment complex's common area. It was full of athletic men that Charlie couldn't place until he pictured them in baseball uniforms. They were standing around two smoking grills, beers in hand. There were also a few women, scattered among the men.
"Guess they decided to bring the bar here," Don grumbled.
"Your roommates invited them?"
"Half the team has apartments here," Don said. "I doubt it was McBride or Vasquez's idea."
Indeed, Heath was standing there, grinning as Don and Charlie got out of the car. "Don't drink anything he offers you," Don said quietly, then put on a smile and began to introduce Charlie to his teammates.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: The Eppes brothers set a pattern, and embark on a long, hazardous tradition.
Part 1 of 3: Too Young for Beer
19-year-old Charlie drives to Stockton to watch Don play baseball.
Word Count: 1299
Sequel to: Starting a Tradition and Continuing a Tradition
Prequel to: Holiday Traditions and New Year's Traditions
Warning: Brother/brother incest
Part 1: Too Young for Beer
The third Holiday they added to their growing tradition was the 4 th of July. It was 6 months after they'd kissed the last six days of Hanukkah and again for their second Christmas. For Independence Day, Charlie had come to watch Don play baseball. Stockton was hot in July, but it had been more than temperature that had gotten Charlie sweaty while watching Don on the diamond. Since Charlie had kissed Don, he'd done a lot more than just kiss a fellow male student. He now knew how good it felt to have a man's cock in his hand, a man's mouth on his cock, as well as the reverse. He couldn't do that with Don, that would be going too far. Don was his brother, for God's sake, and it could never go past kissing. They would be roundly condemned for just kissing, but maybe that be forgiven. Not anything further.
That didn't mean that Charlie couldn't watch Don play, watch his shoulders and legs and ass in that uniform. Think about what might be protected by that athletic cup. Charlie's own cock was getting hard and uncomfortable.
Shaking himself, Charlie put his mind into baseball statistics and was able to watch the rest of the game with detachment.
"Charlie!" Don called with a smile.
For a second, when Charlie looked up, his face was a stranger's, his eyes dark and knowing.
Then Don blinked and Charlie was just Charlie, his brilliant, often annoying little brother.
"Good game!" Charlie said, straightening up from where he'd been leaning against the fence outside the player's exit. "Makes you .301 for the season!"
"Too bad it wasn't enough," Don said with a shrug. He'd done his part, so he hadn't been the one coach reamed out in the locker room.
"Yeah," Charlie agreed, but didn't seem to really care. "I wasn't sure if you were going to stay for the fireworks, so I came out to wait right away."
Don shrugged again. "Did you want to stay for the fireworks?"
"Not really. I get to see a lot of fireworks in the chem lab."
"Ah," Don said. Shuffling his own bag to his other shoulder, Don put his arm around Charlie's shoulders and for some reason that felt different than it had the hundreds of other times that Don had done this in their lives.
Shaking off the notion, Don said, "I'd invite you to go with everybody to the bar, but you're only nineteen."
"For a little while longer," Charlie said. "Old enough to be drafted but not old enough to drink."
"Are you looking forward to drinking?" Don asked curiously.
Charlie shrugged slightly, something Don felt more than saw through his arm that was still around Charlie's shoulders.
"Looking forward to be able to go into any place," Charlie said. "Hang out with 'everybody' like you do."
"Hey, who's your date?" a voice called behind them.
Don turned around, still keeping his arm around Charlie's shoulders. He wasn't going to spring apart like he'd been doing something wrong. "Hey, Heath, meet my baby brother."
Heath grinned and shook Charlie's hand. The big third-baseman looked Charlie up and down and Don's arm tightened.
"He's not old enough to go to the bar with the team," Don said, trying not to bristle. He knew Heath liked them young - and gender didn't much matter. "So we're just going to go back to my place."
"Aww," Heath said, his eyes sharpening. "We could sneak him into the bar, no problem." He touched Charlie's hair. "C'mon 'baby brother.' Come have some fun with the big boys."
Don heard Charlie take a breath to respond, but he spoke first. "Don't you have some groupies to grope?"
Heath raised his hands, laughing wryly. "Okay, Eppes, okay. I can see you're one of those big brothers."
"I am," Don growled.
Health stepped back and moved away. Don saw a few more teammates coming and he didn't feel like introducing Charlie again, though to be fair, Heath was probably the worst.
"Let's get out of here," Don said.
"I wanted to meet some of your team," Charlie protested.
Don moved Charlie forward. "You can meet my roommates. They're good guys."
"And Heath is not?"
Don hustled Charlie towards the player's parking lot. "He just wants to get in your pants."
"Oh?" Charlie said, turning his head to look behind them.
"Do you even know what I mean?" Don snapped.
"Of course, I do," Charlie said huffily. "I'm not completely unexperienced about such things."
Don stopped and stared at him. "You're not?"
Charlie flushed but shook his head. "I've been in college since I was thirteen, remember?"
Don went very still, his heart hammering. "You… thirteen? With an…adult?"
"No, no," Charlie said quickly, as if he saw the suddenly conjured nightmares in Don's eyes. "Not until I was of the age of consent. Like she was." He added quietly, "And he was."
Don's eyebrows shot up. "You… with a man?"
Charlie nodded, his cheeks turning pink. "I like both."
Don had to give a wry snort. "Must run in the family." He pushed and got Charlie walking towards his car again. "Not that anybody can know. Would kill my career."
"What about Heath?"
"He's heading for the Bigs, no doubt. The people that know will quickly 'forget.' Just how it is."
"Shouldn't be that way."
"No. But it is."
Don removed his arm from Charlie's shoulder to fish out his car keys. They walked in silence through the parking lot. They got to Don's old car, but before he unlocked it, Don looked up at Charlie and held his eyes.
"I'm glad that you were the 'age of consent,'" Don said fiercely. "Otherwise there are some people that I'm going to have to track down and hurt. Because, well, I am one of those big brothers."
"I know." Charlie smiled warmly at him. "I know."
Charlie quietly looked out at Stockton while Don drove, thinking about big brothers. They had gone to a grocery store - two grocery stores because the first one was closed early for the Holiday - and gotten some steaks to grill. They'd also gotten a six-pack of beer that Don promised to share with Charlie, if he wanted it.
Their ultimate goal was Don's apartment, which Charlie had only seen briefly when he dropped off his bag there before the game. Charlie had offered to stay in a hotel overnight, but Don wouldn't hear of it. Don shared the place with two other players but assured Charlie that the couch was comfortable. It was a three-bedroom apartment and Don's roommates changed often, as the tides of minor league baseball ebbed and flowed. Charlie couldn't remember who Don's roommates were at the moment. Charlie was glad that Don had stayed in Stockton for as long as he had, since it at least was within driving distance of CalSci.
When they pulled into a parking lot of the non-descript apartment complex, Don swore under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Charlie asked.
In reply, Don pointed across a patch of lawn to what looked like the apartment complex's common area. It was full of athletic men that Charlie couldn't place until he pictured them in baseball uniforms. They were standing around two smoking grills, beers in hand. There were also a few women, scattered among the men.
"Guess they decided to bring the bar here," Don grumbled.
"Your roommates invited them?"
"Half the team has apartments here," Don said. "I doubt it was McBride or Vasquez's idea."
Indeed, Heath was standing there, grinning as Don and Charlie got out of the car. "Don't drink anything he offers you," Don said quietly, then put on a smile and began to introduce Charlie to his teammates.