A July Tradition, Part 2 of 3: That Kind of Big Brother (NUMB3RS, 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 2 of 3: That Kind of Big Brother
19-year-old Charlie attends a barbecue with his brother's teammates, and it has an unexpected effect on Don.
Word Count: 2137
Sequel to: Starting a Tradition and Continuing a Tradition
Prequel to: Holiday Traditions and New Year's Traditions
Warning: Brother/brother incest
Part 2: That Kind of Big Brother
Charlie stuck to soda for the evening. It was heady enough to be surrounded by strong, athletic men, so different from Charlie's usual crowd at CalSci. Charlie found his bisexuality went in cycles, and though he'd once been more into women, right now his interest was definitely focused towards men. While he'd fucked a woman, he'd never been fucked himself. He'd let Don think otherwise, because he didn't like feeling so young around Don. Tonight, though, Charlie could tell that there were more men than just Heath that would be happy to make that the truth. There was even a man with a woman on his other arm that 'accidently' brushed his hand against Charlie's ass for a full minute. Charlie was beginning to think that maybe one of these worldly men would be a good choice to be his first all-the-way male lover. It would certainly be less awkward than someone at school.
Don was never out of sight, though he was obviously trying to give Charlie some space. He introduced Charlie to his two current roommates - McBride the outfielder and Vasquez the relief pitcher. Neither of those men were more than just friendly, though McBride had a bit too much fun joking about Charlie's 'genius'. Some of the older players were fascinated by Charlie's grasp of baseball statistics. The few women - girlfriend or wives of the players - treated him as a cute diversion. No accidental touches from them.
Charlie sat and ate his food and talked to the seemingly endless stream of people who found him interesting for one reason or another. The sun went down and someone turned on bright patio lights. Eventually, Heath sat next to him and put his big hand on Charlie's knee. Charlie found himself wondering if Heath's cock was equally oversized, and if that would be a benefit or drawback for the first man to fuck him. His body ached with the thought as Heath's hand massaged his knee.
Heath pulled his hand back with a chuckle though, and Charlie saw Don bearing down on them.
Don had a strained smile on his face. "Hey Charlie, you done eating?"
Charlie looked down at his plate to see that he was indeed finished. "Yes, why?"
"You said you had something to talk about, after the game. Something about a problem with another grad student?"
Charlie's mood darkened. "Oh, yeah, Penfield. I'm not sure what to do about him. He takes everything I do personally."
Don took Charlie's plate and cup and put them in the trash. "Talk inside?"
Charlie nodded and followed Don as he walked up the stairs and opened the door to his second-floor apartment. McBride and another teammate that Charlie couldn't remember were watching baseball highlights.
"So, this Penfield guy, he's giving you a hard time?" Don asked as he got a glass and filled it with water from the tap. "Is he arguing with you in person or in journals?"
"Both," Charlie grimaced. "I think he resents that he used to be the young hotshot at CalSci before I came. And he has some valid points."
"Against your math?" Don said, his eyebrows raised.
"Sort of," Charlie said. "More about my approach and some of my assumptions."
"You think he might be right, but you don't want to admit it because he's a jerk?"
The sound from the TV suddenly got loud and Charlie had to yell to reply. "Maybe, that's what's-"
Don said as loudly, "Let's go somewhere we can talk!"
Don led the way to his bedroom, Charlie trailing behind glumly.
When they got to the room, Don shut the door behind Charlie. And locked it.
Then Don took hold of Charlie's chin and kissed him.
Charlie's mouth was open in surprise and Don took advantage of that to slide his tongue inside. He leaned Charlie against a wall and deepened the kiss.
Charlie quickly got over his surprise and eagerly kissed him back. His hands went to Don's waist and pulled him tighter. He could feel Don's muscular body pressed against him for the first time ever. The other times they'd kissed, they'd been sitting next to each other on the couch.
After a moment, Don lifted his head. "Sorry for the charade to get you in here. I know I should have waited for--"
"Christmas is too far away," Charlie agreed, pulling Don's mouth back down to his.
They kissed for longer, bodies grinding together in a way they never had before. Charlie felt dizzy with arousal.
When they had to breathe again, Charlie gasped, "It is a Holiday, though. Nicely situated halfway through the year."
"That works…" Don ran his hand over Charlie's hair. "I was going crazy watching my teammates grope you. God, I never expected more than Heath to do that to you."
"Yeah," Charlie said. "It was creepy and flattering and a turn-on all at the same time."
"There was going to be a fight if I didn't get you out of there."
Charlie had to grin. "Between the players over me? Or were you going to have to beat someone up?"
"Definitely beat someone up. I am that kind of big brother," Don reminded him.
"My favorite kind…"
Don began to lean down to kiss Charlie again but Charlie put his hand on Don's chest.
"Bed?" Charlie asked softly.
Don closed his eyes and Charlie felt Don shudder. "Charlie, we can't. We…we can't."
"I don't mean…" Charlie had to stop and swallow, because he kind of did mean… And that was insane. You just didn't do that sort of thing with your brother.
But he wanted more than kisses tonight.
"It's just a Holiday thing," Charlie said. "Just a fun Holiday thing."
"Charlie," Don said wryly, looking around. "I don't see any mistletoe."
"Because it's not Christmas. That wouldn't be this Holiday."
Don eyed him. "And 4th of July is…"
"Baseball. And BBQs. And fireworks."
"Nothing about America's Birthday?"
"That too." Charlie pleaded. "Bed?"
Don looked at him for a moment then looked at the door which was all that was between them and discovery. They could hear voices through the door as more people had apparently come into the apartment.
Softly, Don said, "I have a very good lock on my door. Replaced it when I had a sleepwalking roommate." He looked back at Charlie. "Clothes stay on."
Charlie nodded eagerly. That was a reasonable restriction.
Don took Charlie's hands and backed towards the bed. He lay down and pulled Charlie down next to him.
They kissed, then, with their whole bodies. Their hands roamed lower and lower. Their legs wrapped around each other. Charlie felt like his head was spinning. Don's body felt so strong and firm, especially in comparison to the skinny student that was Charlie's other experience with a man. Charlie squeezed Don's ass, feeling the perfect swell of muscle that he'd noticed on the baseball diamond.
Don's hands found Charlie's ass and he moaned softly into Charlie's mouth. His hands kneaded Charlie's ass, wiping away all those other men's touches. With a grunt, he yanked Charlie's groin against his own.
They both gasped as their crotches ground together. Charlie could feel the bulge of Don's cock against his own. Don was as hard as he was. Don kissed Charlie's ear and his hair and back to his lips.
"Hey Don!" Someone called outside their door, jolting them.
"Yeah?" Don called back. Charlie was impressed how normal Don's voice sounded.
"Is there more beer?"
"Yeah, in the bottom of the pantry. Though it's not cold, obviously."
"Okay, thanks." The owner of the voice seemed to move away.
Don blew out his breath and Charlie wondered if the mood had been broken.
But Don went right back to kissing him and grinding his cock against Charlie's. Charlie quickly returned to his own actions, running his hands over every inch of Don he had access to.
"Dammit," Don murmured against his mouth. "My jeans zipper is killing me."
"Mine, too," Charlie realized. "Just getting that out of the way isn't taking our clothes off."
In answer, Don rolled to the side and began undoing his jeans. Charlie quickly followed suit. They both unzipped their jeans and pushed the fabric aside. Two pairs of white briefs were exposed, but before Charlie could take a closer look, Don had rolled back to his side and pulled Charlie back as well.
Their cocks pressed together, with just the thin soft fabric of underwear between them. Charlie whimpered and Don groaned in Charlie's ear. Their rubbing against each other took on a new urgency. Charlie couldn't remember being so turned on, even when he was getting his cock sucked. Even when he was fucking a woman.
Don's breath was harsh in his ear, his hands kneading Charlie's ass, fingers brushing Charlie's jeans-covered ass crack. Charlie was sucking on Don's lower lip, his own hands kneading Don's ass.
At the same moment, as if their bodies were acting independent of thought but in concert with each other, Don and Charlie leaned slightly away from each other. And pulled their cocks out through their underwear flys.
Then they were back together, bare cocks rubbing, lips locked. Don swallowed Charlie's gasps and Charlie drank Don's moans.
Very fast Charlie felt his orgasm rise. He made a helpless noise of warning and Don only ground his cock harder against Charlie's. Don grunted and Charlie felt hot cum. That sent him over the edge and he pumped his cum against Don's body, gasping as quietly as he could.
They rocked against each other for a long moment, until their cocks began to soften.
Finally, their grip on each other's ass began to loosen. They pulled apart and lay on their backs.
"Shit," Don said hoarsely.
"Yeah," Charlie replied.
As they lay there, Charlie finally noticed that there was silence from the next room. Were people listening? Wondering what was going on in the bedroom?
Suddenly they heard the sizzle-boom of a firework. The bedroom window let in a flash of light.
Don laughed - a strange, wry, relieved sound. "I forgot that Vasquez was planning fireworks. Everyone must be outside."
"Fireworks," Charlie said. "Very appropriate. I like this Holiday."
"Charlie!" Don said with a real laugh. "You can't say…we…you…we should not have done that."
"But we did," Charlie said cautiously. "I don't regret it."
"Charlie, do you have any idea what people would think it they found out?" Don asked, then added with a tight voice, "Especially me. God, you're only 19."
"Over the age of consent. And I definitely consented."
"Yeah…" Don turned to look at him. "Me too."
Charlie turned on his side and leaned carefully forward, in case this was unwanted.
Don's lips met his and they kissed gently.
Don pulled back and looked at Charlie's face. "We should clean up and go outside, before people start thinking about what we might be doing."
"Okay…"
They climbed slowly out of bed. Don pulled off his jeans and got out a fresh pair of underwear. He got a second pair for Charlie. "It'll be large for you, but better than a big cum stain."
Charlie took them and they changed in silence, their eyes on each other's half-naked bodies. They could hear fireworks and cheers from outside.
Once dressed, they stood and looked at each other.
"You look like you've been thoroughly kissed," Don said.
Charlie gave him a sideways smile. "I have."
"But it's dark outside so hopefully no one will notice."
Charlie studied Don. "You look…" He felt a flush. "Like you could go again."
Stepping close, Don put his hand on the back of Charlie's head. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Charlie's. "Oh, yes, I could."
They breathed each other's breath for a long moment.
"Okay," Don said. "Let's go down."
They stepped apart and Don unlocked and opened the door. The room beyond was indeed empty - no one standing there, waiting to expose and condemn them.
Don led the way out of the apartment and down the stairs. A crowd was gathered in the vacant lot across the street from the apartment complex. They joined them, Don giving a thumbs-up to Vasquez who was setting up fireworks in a cordoned off area.
Charlie stood next to Don and they silently watched Vasquez. Charlie was duly impressed by his safety measures. CalSci students could learn from him.
A firework shot into the air and Charlie oohed and aahed with the rest of the crowd at the red, white & blue aerial bloom. He felt like he was floating, rising with the rockets, each explosion a faint echo of his recent orgasm.
He wondered if Don regretted it.
He wondered how soon they could do it again.
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 2 of 3: That Kind of Big Brother
19-year-old Charlie attends a barbecue with his brother's teammates, and it has an unexpected effect on Don.
Word Count: 2137
Sequel to: Starting a Tradition and Continuing a Tradition
Prequel to: Holiday Traditions and New Year's Traditions
Warning: Brother/brother incest
Part 2: That Kind of Big Brother
Charlie stuck to soda for the evening. It was heady enough to be surrounded by strong, athletic men, so different from Charlie's usual crowd at CalSci. Charlie found his bisexuality went in cycles, and though he'd once been more into women, right now his interest was definitely focused towards men. While he'd fucked a woman, he'd never been fucked himself. He'd let Don think otherwise, because he didn't like feeling so young around Don. Tonight, though, Charlie could tell that there were more men than just Heath that would be happy to make that the truth. There was even a man with a woman on his other arm that 'accidently' brushed his hand against Charlie's ass for a full minute. Charlie was beginning to think that maybe one of these worldly men would be a good choice to be his first all-the-way male lover. It would certainly be less awkward than someone at school.
Don was never out of sight, though he was obviously trying to give Charlie some space. He introduced Charlie to his two current roommates - McBride the outfielder and Vasquez the relief pitcher. Neither of those men were more than just friendly, though McBride had a bit too much fun joking about Charlie's 'genius'. Some of the older players were fascinated by Charlie's grasp of baseball statistics. The few women - girlfriend or wives of the players - treated him as a cute diversion. No accidental touches from them.
Charlie sat and ate his food and talked to the seemingly endless stream of people who found him interesting for one reason or another. The sun went down and someone turned on bright patio lights. Eventually, Heath sat next to him and put his big hand on Charlie's knee. Charlie found himself wondering if Heath's cock was equally oversized, and if that would be a benefit or drawback for the first man to fuck him. His body ached with the thought as Heath's hand massaged his knee.
Heath pulled his hand back with a chuckle though, and Charlie saw Don bearing down on them.
Don had a strained smile on his face. "Hey Charlie, you done eating?"
Charlie looked down at his plate to see that he was indeed finished. "Yes, why?"
"You said you had something to talk about, after the game. Something about a problem with another grad student?"
Charlie's mood darkened. "Oh, yeah, Penfield. I'm not sure what to do about him. He takes everything I do personally."
Don took Charlie's plate and cup and put them in the trash. "Talk inside?"
Charlie nodded and followed Don as he walked up the stairs and opened the door to his second-floor apartment. McBride and another teammate that Charlie couldn't remember were watching baseball highlights.
"So, this Penfield guy, he's giving you a hard time?" Don asked as he got a glass and filled it with water from the tap. "Is he arguing with you in person or in journals?"
"Both," Charlie grimaced. "I think he resents that he used to be the young hotshot at CalSci before I came. And he has some valid points."
"Against your math?" Don said, his eyebrows raised.
"Sort of," Charlie said. "More about my approach and some of my assumptions."
"You think he might be right, but you don't want to admit it because he's a jerk?"
The sound from the TV suddenly got loud and Charlie had to yell to reply. "Maybe, that's what's-"
Don said as loudly, "Let's go somewhere we can talk!"
Don led the way to his bedroom, Charlie trailing behind glumly.
When they got to the room, Don shut the door behind Charlie. And locked it.
Then Don took hold of Charlie's chin and kissed him.
Charlie's mouth was open in surprise and Don took advantage of that to slide his tongue inside. He leaned Charlie against a wall and deepened the kiss.
Charlie quickly got over his surprise and eagerly kissed him back. His hands went to Don's waist and pulled him tighter. He could feel Don's muscular body pressed against him for the first time ever. The other times they'd kissed, they'd been sitting next to each other on the couch.
After a moment, Don lifted his head. "Sorry for the charade to get you in here. I know I should have waited for--"
"Christmas is too far away," Charlie agreed, pulling Don's mouth back down to his.
They kissed for longer, bodies grinding together in a way they never had before. Charlie felt dizzy with arousal.
When they had to breathe again, Charlie gasped, "It is a Holiday, though. Nicely situated halfway through the year."
"That works…" Don ran his hand over Charlie's hair. "I was going crazy watching my teammates grope you. God, I never expected more than Heath to do that to you."
"Yeah," Charlie said. "It was creepy and flattering and a turn-on all at the same time."
"There was going to be a fight if I didn't get you out of there."
Charlie had to grin. "Between the players over me? Or were you going to have to beat someone up?"
"Definitely beat someone up. I am that kind of big brother," Don reminded him.
"My favorite kind…"
Don began to lean down to kiss Charlie again but Charlie put his hand on Don's chest.
"Bed?" Charlie asked softly.
Don closed his eyes and Charlie felt Don shudder. "Charlie, we can't. We…we can't."
"I don't mean…" Charlie had to stop and swallow, because he kind of did mean… And that was insane. You just didn't do that sort of thing with your brother.
But he wanted more than kisses tonight.
"It's just a Holiday thing," Charlie said. "Just a fun Holiday thing."
"Charlie," Don said wryly, looking around. "I don't see any mistletoe."
"Because it's not Christmas. That wouldn't be this Holiday."
Don eyed him. "And 4th of July is…"
"Baseball. And BBQs. And fireworks."
"Nothing about America's Birthday?"
"That too." Charlie pleaded. "Bed?"
Don looked at him for a moment then looked at the door which was all that was between them and discovery. They could hear voices through the door as more people had apparently come into the apartment.
Softly, Don said, "I have a very good lock on my door. Replaced it when I had a sleepwalking roommate." He looked back at Charlie. "Clothes stay on."
Charlie nodded eagerly. That was a reasonable restriction.
Don took Charlie's hands and backed towards the bed. He lay down and pulled Charlie down next to him.
They kissed, then, with their whole bodies. Their hands roamed lower and lower. Their legs wrapped around each other. Charlie felt like his head was spinning. Don's body felt so strong and firm, especially in comparison to the skinny student that was Charlie's other experience with a man. Charlie squeezed Don's ass, feeling the perfect swell of muscle that he'd noticed on the baseball diamond.
Don's hands found Charlie's ass and he moaned softly into Charlie's mouth. His hands kneaded Charlie's ass, wiping away all those other men's touches. With a grunt, he yanked Charlie's groin against his own.
They both gasped as their crotches ground together. Charlie could feel the bulge of Don's cock against his own. Don was as hard as he was. Don kissed Charlie's ear and his hair and back to his lips.
"Hey Don!" Someone called outside their door, jolting them.
"Yeah?" Don called back. Charlie was impressed how normal Don's voice sounded.
"Is there more beer?"
"Yeah, in the bottom of the pantry. Though it's not cold, obviously."
"Okay, thanks." The owner of the voice seemed to move away.
Don blew out his breath and Charlie wondered if the mood had been broken.
But Don went right back to kissing him and grinding his cock against Charlie's. Charlie quickly returned to his own actions, running his hands over every inch of Don he had access to.
"Dammit," Don murmured against his mouth. "My jeans zipper is killing me."
"Mine, too," Charlie realized. "Just getting that out of the way isn't taking our clothes off."
In answer, Don rolled to the side and began undoing his jeans. Charlie quickly followed suit. They both unzipped their jeans and pushed the fabric aside. Two pairs of white briefs were exposed, but before Charlie could take a closer look, Don had rolled back to his side and pulled Charlie back as well.
Their cocks pressed together, with just the thin soft fabric of underwear between them. Charlie whimpered and Don groaned in Charlie's ear. Their rubbing against each other took on a new urgency. Charlie couldn't remember being so turned on, even when he was getting his cock sucked. Even when he was fucking a woman.
Don's breath was harsh in his ear, his hands kneading Charlie's ass, fingers brushing Charlie's jeans-covered ass crack. Charlie was sucking on Don's lower lip, his own hands kneading Don's ass.
At the same moment, as if their bodies were acting independent of thought but in concert with each other, Don and Charlie leaned slightly away from each other. And pulled their cocks out through their underwear flys.
Then they were back together, bare cocks rubbing, lips locked. Don swallowed Charlie's gasps and Charlie drank Don's moans.
Very fast Charlie felt his orgasm rise. He made a helpless noise of warning and Don only ground his cock harder against Charlie's. Don grunted and Charlie felt hot cum. That sent him over the edge and he pumped his cum against Don's body, gasping as quietly as he could.
They rocked against each other for a long moment, until their cocks began to soften.
Finally, their grip on each other's ass began to loosen. They pulled apart and lay on their backs.
"Shit," Don said hoarsely.
"Yeah," Charlie replied.
As they lay there, Charlie finally noticed that there was silence from the next room. Were people listening? Wondering what was going on in the bedroom?
Suddenly they heard the sizzle-boom of a firework. The bedroom window let in a flash of light.
Don laughed - a strange, wry, relieved sound. "I forgot that Vasquez was planning fireworks. Everyone must be outside."
"Fireworks," Charlie said. "Very appropriate. I like this Holiday."
"Charlie!" Don said with a real laugh. "You can't say…we…you…we should not have done that."
"But we did," Charlie said cautiously. "I don't regret it."
"Charlie, do you have any idea what people would think it they found out?" Don asked, then added with a tight voice, "Especially me. God, you're only 19."
"Over the age of consent. And I definitely consented."
"Yeah…" Don turned to look at him. "Me too."
Charlie turned on his side and leaned carefully forward, in case this was unwanted.
Don's lips met his and they kissed gently.
Don pulled back and looked at Charlie's face. "We should clean up and go outside, before people start thinking about what we might be doing."
"Okay…"
They climbed slowly out of bed. Don pulled off his jeans and got out a fresh pair of underwear. He got a second pair for Charlie. "It'll be large for you, but better than a big cum stain."
Charlie took them and they changed in silence, their eyes on each other's half-naked bodies. They could hear fireworks and cheers from outside.
Once dressed, they stood and looked at each other.
"You look like you've been thoroughly kissed," Don said.
Charlie gave him a sideways smile. "I have."
"But it's dark outside so hopefully no one will notice."
Charlie studied Don. "You look…" He felt a flush. "Like you could go again."
Stepping close, Don put his hand on the back of Charlie's head. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Charlie's. "Oh, yes, I could."
They breathed each other's breath for a long moment.
"Okay," Don said. "Let's go down."
They stepped apart and Don unlocked and opened the door. The room beyond was indeed empty - no one standing there, waiting to expose and condemn them.
Don led the way out of the apartment and down the stairs. A crowd was gathered in the vacant lot across the street from the apartment complex. They joined them, Don giving a thumbs-up to Vasquez who was setting up fireworks in a cordoned off area.
Charlie stood next to Don and they silently watched Vasquez. Charlie was duly impressed by his safety measures. CalSci students could learn from him.
A firework shot into the air and Charlie oohed and aahed with the rest of the crowd at the red, white & blue aerial bloom. He felt like he was floating, rising with the rockets, each explosion a faint echo of his recent orgasm.
He wondered if Don regretted it.
He wondered how soon they could do it again.