A Vegas Sequel (3/?): Plot Twist (Don/Charlie, Storyteller series, NC-17)
Title: A Vegas Sequel
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: What happens when Don and Charlie go back to their hotel room...and Don tells another story.
Part 3 of ?: Plot Twist
Moving forward, moving back.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 902
Part 3: Plot Twist
Don said, "The end."
He looked at the carpet for a moment, gathering himself, then looked up.
Charlie was staring at him, eyes wide, his hand slowly rubbing his groin.
"I never would have guessed," Charlie said hoarsely. "You're…wow. You're still winning the challenge of being way more arousing than any erotic dancer."
Don wanted to ask 'Or Amita?' but knew better than to break the mood with that reminder of Charlie's future.
Don took a sip of his water and gestured with the cup towards Charlie's hand. He tried to sound casual, "You going to take care of that?"
Very softly, Charlie said, "Do you want to?"
"Absolutely," Don said, arousal trembling through him. "You want me to…what?"
"Whatever you want."
"Well, little brother," Don said, setting his cup down with a smile. He gathered his nerve, then said, "What I want to do is suck your cock."
Charlie made a little whoofing noise, but his knees remained spread wide.
The flare of triumph was almost overwhelming. Don was going to get to do what he'd fantasized about for so long… But there was something he wanted first. "Can I kiss you?"
Charlie gave a short bob of his head. Don took that for a 'Yes' and came over to where he sat. Don leaned over and pressed his lips against Charlie's.
Don had kissed so many people in his life, but nothing had prepared him for an unfettered kiss with Charlie. Sweetness and warmth and arousal washed over him as Charlie's soft lips and velvet tongue met his. Don held onto the chair with one hand and with the other held Charlie's chin and he just reveled in a kiss that was what he'd always been told kisses were like. Every teenager mooning over a romantic kiss, every movie showing a hot kiss, every wish and promise and 'don't you understand?' about kissing rolled through him.
Don never wanted to stop kissing Charlie but his legs felt like jelly. With a sigh, he broke the kiss and sank to his knees.
"Wow," Charlie said faintly.
Don leaned his head against the inside of Charlie's thigh, closed his eyes, and tried to drag himself back into his own body.
Eventually he was able to open his eyes again and look up. Charlie was staring down at him, his fingers on his lips.
"Are you…" Charlie started but seemed unable to go further.
Don ran his thumb over the seam of the jeans on Charlie's other thigh. "Am I what?"
"Are you a…really good kisser?" Charlie asked.
Don had to smile. "Well, you be the judge."
"I…uh…" Charlie said. "I think you must be. Because that was… Wow."
"Mm-hmm," Don agreed. Then he reminded himself where he was and what Charlie had said he could do. Don rubbed his cheek against Charlie's inner thigh. He watched his own hand slowly run up Charlie's thigh towards his groin.
"You're shaking," Charlie said softly.
Don blinked and realized that he was.
Charlie said, "We don't have to do this, if you don't want."
Don smiled wryly up at him. "I want. I really want. So much. So… the shaking."
"Okay," Charlie said, his eyes wide.
Don's hand made it to Charlie's groin and slid over his bulge. Don breathed out a shaky breath. He thought of all the times he'd had to pretend that he hadn't noticed a bulge in Charlie's pants or swimsuit. The moments when he'd glimpsed Charlie in his underwear and felt like a pervert for wanting to stare.
Don rubbed Charlie's groin, shaping his cock out of the denim. It was shifted over to the left side and already firm.
"I'm glad you're not under the table," Charlie said.
Don looked up. Charlie had a surprised smile on his face.
Charlie said, "I want to…watch."
Don smiled up at him. "I'll try to put on a good show then. Better than the dancers."
"Just do what you're doing is fine," Charlie said faintly.
"Just this?" Don teased. "That's all?"
"You know what I meant."
"Mmm," Don said and shifted forward. He pressed his lips to Charlie's covered cock. He could feel the warmth of it against his mouth. He began to lick and nuzzle that shape, like he wanted to do so many times. He pressed harder, wetting the fabric with his saliva. He could almost feel the pulse of Charlie's cock.
"Don!" Charlie said and pushed his head away.
Blinking, Don looked up.
Charlie's chest was moving rapidly. "With that story and just now and you… Was about to end very quickly."
Gathering himself, Don said, "Wouldn't want that."
"No… I just need, uh…" Charlie looked over Don's head. "Ice."
"What?"
Charlie pointed at something and Don turned to look.
"Go, uh, get us some ice in that ice bucket."
"What do we need ice for?"
"C'mon."
Reluctantly, Don moved out from between Charlie's legs. Was this just a way of putting Don off for good?
Don picked up the ice bucket. "Anything else?"
Charlie shook his head. He picked up his undrunk beer and held it.
"Okay…"
Don found his room key card and left Charlie sitting there, his knees still spread wide. There was a damp patch on his bulge where Don's mouth had been. Don looked with longing at that wet spot, then turned and let himself out of the hotel room.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: What happens when Don and Charlie go back to their hotel room...and Don tells another story.
Part 3 of ?: Plot Twist
Moving forward, moving back.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 902
Part 3: Plot Twist
Don said, "The end."
He looked at the carpet for a moment, gathering himself, then looked up.
Charlie was staring at him, eyes wide, his hand slowly rubbing his groin.
"I never would have guessed," Charlie said hoarsely. "You're…wow. You're still winning the challenge of being way more arousing than any erotic dancer."
Don wanted to ask 'Or Amita?' but knew better than to break the mood with that reminder of Charlie's future.
Don took a sip of his water and gestured with the cup towards Charlie's hand. He tried to sound casual, "You going to take care of that?"
Very softly, Charlie said, "Do you want to?"
"Absolutely," Don said, arousal trembling through him. "You want me to…what?"
"Whatever you want."
"Well, little brother," Don said, setting his cup down with a smile. He gathered his nerve, then said, "What I want to do is suck your cock."
Charlie made a little whoofing noise, but his knees remained spread wide.
The flare of triumph was almost overwhelming. Don was going to get to do what he'd fantasized about for so long… But there was something he wanted first. "Can I kiss you?"
Charlie gave a short bob of his head. Don took that for a 'Yes' and came over to where he sat. Don leaned over and pressed his lips against Charlie's.
Don had kissed so many people in his life, but nothing had prepared him for an unfettered kiss with Charlie. Sweetness and warmth and arousal washed over him as Charlie's soft lips and velvet tongue met his. Don held onto the chair with one hand and with the other held Charlie's chin and he just reveled in a kiss that was what he'd always been told kisses were like. Every teenager mooning over a romantic kiss, every movie showing a hot kiss, every wish and promise and 'don't you understand?' about kissing rolled through him.
Don never wanted to stop kissing Charlie but his legs felt like jelly. With a sigh, he broke the kiss and sank to his knees.
"Wow," Charlie said faintly.
Don leaned his head against the inside of Charlie's thigh, closed his eyes, and tried to drag himself back into his own body.
Eventually he was able to open his eyes again and look up. Charlie was staring down at him, his fingers on his lips.
"Are you…" Charlie started but seemed unable to go further.
Don ran his thumb over the seam of the jeans on Charlie's other thigh. "Am I what?"
"Are you a…really good kisser?" Charlie asked.
Don had to smile. "Well, you be the judge."
"I…uh…" Charlie said. "I think you must be. Because that was… Wow."
"Mm-hmm," Don agreed. Then he reminded himself where he was and what Charlie had said he could do. Don rubbed his cheek against Charlie's inner thigh. He watched his own hand slowly run up Charlie's thigh towards his groin.
"You're shaking," Charlie said softly.
Don blinked and realized that he was.
Charlie said, "We don't have to do this, if you don't want."
Don smiled wryly up at him. "I want. I really want. So much. So… the shaking."
"Okay," Charlie said, his eyes wide.
Don's hand made it to Charlie's groin and slid over his bulge. Don breathed out a shaky breath. He thought of all the times he'd had to pretend that he hadn't noticed a bulge in Charlie's pants or swimsuit. The moments when he'd glimpsed Charlie in his underwear and felt like a pervert for wanting to stare.
Don rubbed Charlie's groin, shaping his cock out of the denim. It was shifted over to the left side and already firm.
"I'm glad you're not under the table," Charlie said.
Don looked up. Charlie had a surprised smile on his face.
Charlie said, "I want to…watch."
Don smiled up at him. "I'll try to put on a good show then. Better than the dancers."
"Just do what you're doing is fine," Charlie said faintly.
"Just this?" Don teased. "That's all?"
"You know what I meant."
"Mmm," Don said and shifted forward. He pressed his lips to Charlie's covered cock. He could feel the warmth of it against his mouth. He began to lick and nuzzle that shape, like he wanted to do so many times. He pressed harder, wetting the fabric with his saliva. He could almost feel the pulse of Charlie's cock.
"Don!" Charlie said and pushed his head away.
Blinking, Don looked up.
Charlie's chest was moving rapidly. "With that story and just now and you… Was about to end very quickly."
Gathering himself, Don said, "Wouldn't want that."
"No… I just need, uh…" Charlie looked over Don's head. "Ice."
"What?"
Charlie pointed at something and Don turned to look.
"Go, uh, get us some ice in that ice bucket."
"What do we need ice for?"
"C'mon."
Reluctantly, Don moved out from between Charlie's legs. Was this just a way of putting Don off for good?
Don picked up the ice bucket. "Anything else?"
Charlie shook his head. He picked up his undrunk beer and held it.
"Okay…"
Don found his room key card and left Charlie sitting there, his knees still spread wide. There was a damp patch on his bulge where Don's mouth had been. Don looked with longing at that wet spot, then turned and let himself out of the hotel room.