A Vegas Sequel (4/?): Exposition (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 4 of ?: Obstacle
Don tries to follow Charlie's halting lead.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 2028
Part 4: Obstacle
Outside the hotel room, Don was confronted by the loud, gaudy atmosphere of the hotel casino. It was an unpleasant blow after the quiet room where Charlie had listened closely to his intimate story, then asked for a partial re-enactment. Don ran fingers over his lips, those lips that had pressed against Charlie's denim-covered cock. Don's own cock throbbed in memory. Was that as close as he was going to get?
Maybe he shouldn't have told Charlie a story about fucking, maybe he should have stuck with blowjobs. He'd just gotten carried away, with Charlie there listening to him, looking at him. Don had related a story that was close to his heart. And fucking Charlie was Don's ultimate fantasy, one that had driven so many stories. Some days only that fantasy got him out of bed in the morning and into bed at night sober.
Sighing, Don walked by David and Colby's room. He occupied his mind by enumerating the possible sexual combinations of the two men and the woman from the bachelorette party that they'd gone back to their room with. That did a good job of cooling his body down. Sexual exploits of others had never interested him until his personal awakening. The only person who had ever turned him on had just handed him an ice bucket and told him to leave their room.
Don wandered the hotel halls for almost ten minutes before finding the ice machine. He filled up the bucket then walked more directly back to the room. When he got to the door, he hesitated, then knocked.
"It's just me," he called, then used his key card to open the door.
Going into the room, he didn't see Charlie. His heart sank. Charlie must have rethought what they were doing and taken off. Don slowly shut and locked the door behind him.
The bathroom door opened and Charlie stood there in a bathrobe. It was one of the white fluffy bathrobes that had come with the room and Charlie appeared to be naked underneath it. There was a bump where his cock was tenting the fabric.
Don's jaw dropped and his pulse shot up.
"Did you find the ice machine?" Charlie asked.
Don didn't answer, just stared at him. Charlie in a bathrobe - usually the blue bathrobe that Charlie wandered around in at home - featured in many of Don's fantasies and stories. The last story he had written had Charlie in that blue bathrobe. It was also a story so bleak and dark that he hadn't posted it to his usual site. With Charlie getting married and moving out of the country, Don had been wallowing in despair that he'd never experience sex with someone that he was attracted to. In the story, Don had found Charlie in the bathroom in his bathrobe. And he had raped Charlie, forcing Charlie to bend over the sink and expose his asshole. Don had pounded Charlie's ass, tears running down his face. Charlie had screamed and begged and Don had forced him to orgasm, Charlie's cum staining the bathroom counter. After writing the story, Don had jerked himself off, then got so drunk he passed out.
Yeah, he had a thing about Charlie in a bathrobe.
At Don's extended silence, Charlie was tightening his bathrobe belt and stepping back into the bathroom. "Sorry, I thought…"
"Wait!" Don managed, holding up his hand. "I…yes…nice."
Charlie paused. "You like?"
"You have no idea…" Don said, his throat still tight.
"Oh?" Charlie said, his smile returning.
In answer, Don pretended to pull out his waistband and dump the bucket of ice down his pants.
Charlie chuckled and relaxed.
Keeping his eyes on Charlie, Don asked, "What should I really do with the ice?"
"Get a drink?"
Don nodded and moved towards the mini-fridge. He pulled out a 7-Up at random and found a cup. Quickly, he put in some ice and poured the 7-Up over the ice.
"No beer?" Charlie asked.
"I want to be sober," Don said, his eyes back to Charlie as soon as he could manage.
Don took a sip of his drink then set it aside. Charlie was still standing there, watching him. Don reached for him, slowly, giving him every chance to object.
Charlie didn't object. In fact, he tilted up his head and parted his lips slightly. With a rush, Don closed the gap, his lips pressing to Charlie's. Don put both hands lightly on Charlie's shoulders.
Their earlier two kisses had only been warmups for this sweet intense one. Charlie's mouth was heaven and his tongue ambrosia. Don took every lesson he'd learned about kissing over the years and completely discarded them. He just kissed Charlie, letting his desire for Charlie pour through him. Charlie followed Don's lead shyly.
He could have kissed Charlie forever, but eventually Charlie pulled back.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Charlie said hoarsely, "Do you still… want to?" He pointed towards the chair that he'd been sitting in earlier.
"Oh yeah," Don said.
Charlie smiled and walked over to the chair. Instead of following, Don went to the bed he had slept in last night. He'd had a restless night with Charlie so near. He'd been fantasizing about the exact thing that was about to happen.
Don grabbed a large pillow and came over to where Charlie was sitting in the chair. "Put this behind your back."
Charlie complied and Don nodded. The pillow moved Charlie closer to the edge of the chair, a much better position. Charlie's legs automatically fell apart, giving Don teasing glimpses of skin. Savoring the moment, Don returned to his spot between Charlie's knees.
He looked up at Charlie. "Can I touch you?"
Charlie gave a jerky nod.
Softly, Don asked, "Anywhere?"
Charlie flushed. "Mostly."
"Okay," Don said. That probably meant avoiding his ass, which was disappointing, but Don was still deliriously happy with what he was allowed.
Don put his left hand on Charlie's right ankle then slowly brought his hand up Charlie's calf. Charlie was the perfect amount of hairiness. Don watched his hand go over Charlie's knee and stopped right before where the bathrobe rested on his thigh. Don put his right hand on Charlie's left ankle and brought that up Charlie's left leg to the edge of the bathrobe. With a smile up at Charlie, Don slid his fingertips under the hem of the bathrobe.
He parted the sides of the bathrobe, revealing Charlie's cock and balls.
The breath caught in his throat. He had envisioned them so many times, and here they were, the cock hard and standing up stiffly, the balls resting on the chair.
Don wanted to sit and stare at them, memorize them, but made himself move before Charlie became uncomfortable.
He slid his hands up Charlie's thighs. "I see beautiful cocks run in the family."
Charlie gave a huffing laugh, which turned into a gasp as Don ran his fingers up his cock. Don's fingers traced every vein, then circled the head. One hand dropped down to fondle Charlie's balls while his other hand rubbed the edges of the head.
Finally, he leaned in and took the head of Charlie's cock into his mouth.
Charlie gasped quietly.
Don might have moaned in response. He wasn't sure. The taste and feel of Charlie overwhelmed him. He wanted to freeze the moment, burn it into his senses.
When one has no attraction to the person they're having sex with, when they aren't distracted by lust or arousal, it's easy to pay attention to technique. In his extensive search to find anyone or activity that turned him on other than Charlie, Don had taken many opportunities to hone his technique. He could dispassionately evaluate what worked and what didn't. He was considered a spectacular lover by anyone he was with.
He was very good at hiding his disinterest.
Now, when it really mattered, Don was grateful for the skills he had developed. He let his skills take over and he was along for the glorious ride.
Very soon, Charlie was panting above him. Don soaked in the sound. He memorized the weight of Charlie's hand on his shoulder and the other one in his hair. He slid his tongue to better taste Charlie's cock. He ran his right hand up Charlie's stomach and chest and with his left cupped Charlie's balls. He watched the waves of pleasure cross Charlie's face. He used every trick to make this last forever.
"D-d-on…" Charlie moaned.
Don backed off and rubbed the head of Charlie's cock lightly against his cheek. "Yes, brother of mine?"
It took Charlie several gulps of air before he was able to speak further. "I… you… wow…"
"Enjoying this?"
"I don't… I've gotten a blowjob before… I thought."
Don smiled. "I'm enjoying it too."
Charlie blinked down at him. "You are?"
"Oh, yeah. My cock could punch through steel."
Charlie blinked again. "Oh?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see."
A shiver ran through Don. "Sure."
Trying to act casual, Don scooted backwards then got to his feet. He unzipped his jeans and pushed his underwear down. His cock sprang out, as hard as he'd said.
Charlie's eyes were fastened on it. He reached out then pulled his hand back. Softly, he said, "I need a drink."
Don felt a jolt of panic but managed to smirk. "Gonna send me out for more ice, Charlie?"
"Um, I…" Charlie looked around and spotted Don's now watered-down 7-up. "That will work." He stood up and edged around Don, his eyes on Don's exposed cock. "There's, um."
Don had to laugh. "Want me to put it away?"
"No, um, there's a…" Charlie paused and took a drink of 7-up. "There's another robe in the closet. Maybe that."
Don felt tingles all over. "Should I change into the robe?" he asked, just to make sure he understood.
"Seems fair."
Don pushed his cock back into his underwear, though there was no way his zipper was going back up over this erection. He got the other white fluffy bathrobe out of the closet and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door, he shed his clothes quickly. His fantasies, his stories, had nothing on reality, and every moment he was away from Charlie, he was afraid Charlie was changing his mind.
When he came out of the bathroom, dressed only in the bathrobe, Charlie was standing there, drinking soda. Don found his empty water cup, refilled it, and drank it down, his eyes on Charlie.
"Now, what?" Don asked. "Shall I finish what I started?"
"Not yet," Charlie said, then pointed jerkily to the other chair. "Sit?"
"Okay, but first…" Don set down his glass then took Charlie's glass for his unresisting grip and set it aside. Then he pulled Charlie close and kissed him deeply.
Charlie made a small sound and kissed him back. He echoed Don's moves, like he was trying to learn how to kiss. Don slid one hand inside the front of Charlie's robe to his furry chest. He'd spotted that chest many times and loved the feel of chest hair under his fingers. Still kissing Charlie, Don found Charlie's left nipple and started playing with it. Charlie made a little hiccupping noise and his kissing became more erratic.
Don teased that nipple to hardness then found the other one. Charlie began to completely lose the rhythm of the kiss and he finally pulled back from Don's mouth.
Not waiting for Charlie to catch his breath, Don tugged open Charlie's robe, leaned down, and began sucking on his left nipple. Charlie made a surprised noise and grabbed hold of Don's shoulders. But he was just holding on as Don sucked and played with each nipple.
Finally, the awkward position was too much for Don's neck and he straightened up. Charlie was looking at him with wide eyes.
"Why…"
"Yes?" Don said, twisting the wet hard nipples lightly with his fingers.
"Why has nobody… Why have I never…"
"Learning lots of new things tonight?" Don said, leaning forward to kiss his lips some more.
"Understatement…" Charlie said against Don's mouth. "Vast understatement. Infinite. …Want more."
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 4 of ?: Obstacle
Don tries to follow Charlie's halting lead.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 2028
Part 4: Obstacle
Outside the hotel room, Don was confronted by the loud, gaudy atmosphere of the hotel casino. It was an unpleasant blow after the quiet room where Charlie had listened closely to his intimate story, then asked for a partial re-enactment. Don ran fingers over his lips, those lips that had pressed against Charlie's denim-covered cock. Don's own cock throbbed in memory. Was that as close as he was going to get?
Maybe he shouldn't have told Charlie a story about fucking, maybe he should have stuck with blowjobs. He'd just gotten carried away, with Charlie there listening to him, looking at him. Don had related a story that was close to his heart. And fucking Charlie was Don's ultimate fantasy, one that had driven so many stories. Some days only that fantasy got him out of bed in the morning and into bed at night sober.
Sighing, Don walked by David and Colby's room. He occupied his mind by enumerating the possible sexual combinations of the two men and the woman from the bachelorette party that they'd gone back to their room with. That did a good job of cooling his body down. Sexual exploits of others had never interested him until his personal awakening. The only person who had ever turned him on had just handed him an ice bucket and told him to leave their room.
Don wandered the hotel halls for almost ten minutes before finding the ice machine. He filled up the bucket then walked more directly back to the room. When he got to the door, he hesitated, then knocked.
"It's just me," he called, then used his key card to open the door.
Going into the room, he didn't see Charlie. His heart sank. Charlie must have rethought what they were doing and taken off. Don slowly shut and locked the door behind him.
The bathroom door opened and Charlie stood there in a bathrobe. It was one of the white fluffy bathrobes that had come with the room and Charlie appeared to be naked underneath it. There was a bump where his cock was tenting the fabric.
Don's jaw dropped and his pulse shot up.
"Did you find the ice machine?" Charlie asked.
Don didn't answer, just stared at him. Charlie in a bathrobe - usually the blue bathrobe that Charlie wandered around in at home - featured in many of Don's fantasies and stories. The last story he had written had Charlie in that blue bathrobe. It was also a story so bleak and dark that he hadn't posted it to his usual site. With Charlie getting married and moving out of the country, Don had been wallowing in despair that he'd never experience sex with someone that he was attracted to. In the story, Don had found Charlie in the bathroom in his bathrobe. And he had raped Charlie, forcing Charlie to bend over the sink and expose his asshole. Don had pounded Charlie's ass, tears running down his face. Charlie had screamed and begged and Don had forced him to orgasm, Charlie's cum staining the bathroom counter. After writing the story, Don had jerked himself off, then got so drunk he passed out.
Yeah, he had a thing about Charlie in a bathrobe.
At Don's extended silence, Charlie was tightening his bathrobe belt and stepping back into the bathroom. "Sorry, I thought…"
"Wait!" Don managed, holding up his hand. "I…yes…nice."
Charlie paused. "You like?"
"You have no idea…" Don said, his throat still tight.
"Oh?" Charlie said, his smile returning.
In answer, Don pretended to pull out his waistband and dump the bucket of ice down his pants.
Charlie chuckled and relaxed.
Keeping his eyes on Charlie, Don asked, "What should I really do with the ice?"
"Get a drink?"
Don nodded and moved towards the mini-fridge. He pulled out a 7-Up at random and found a cup. Quickly, he put in some ice and poured the 7-Up over the ice.
"No beer?" Charlie asked.
"I want to be sober," Don said, his eyes back to Charlie as soon as he could manage.
Don took a sip of his drink then set it aside. Charlie was still standing there, watching him. Don reached for him, slowly, giving him every chance to object.
Charlie didn't object. In fact, he tilted up his head and parted his lips slightly. With a rush, Don closed the gap, his lips pressing to Charlie's. Don put both hands lightly on Charlie's shoulders.
Their earlier two kisses had only been warmups for this sweet intense one. Charlie's mouth was heaven and his tongue ambrosia. Don took every lesson he'd learned about kissing over the years and completely discarded them. He just kissed Charlie, letting his desire for Charlie pour through him. Charlie followed Don's lead shyly.
He could have kissed Charlie forever, but eventually Charlie pulled back.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Charlie said hoarsely, "Do you still… want to?" He pointed towards the chair that he'd been sitting in earlier.
"Oh yeah," Don said.
Charlie smiled and walked over to the chair. Instead of following, Don went to the bed he had slept in last night. He'd had a restless night with Charlie so near. He'd been fantasizing about the exact thing that was about to happen.
Don grabbed a large pillow and came over to where Charlie was sitting in the chair. "Put this behind your back."
Charlie complied and Don nodded. The pillow moved Charlie closer to the edge of the chair, a much better position. Charlie's legs automatically fell apart, giving Don teasing glimpses of skin. Savoring the moment, Don returned to his spot between Charlie's knees.
He looked up at Charlie. "Can I touch you?"
Charlie gave a jerky nod.
Softly, Don asked, "Anywhere?"
Charlie flushed. "Mostly."
"Okay," Don said. That probably meant avoiding his ass, which was disappointing, but Don was still deliriously happy with what he was allowed.
Don put his left hand on Charlie's right ankle then slowly brought his hand up Charlie's calf. Charlie was the perfect amount of hairiness. Don watched his hand go over Charlie's knee and stopped right before where the bathrobe rested on his thigh. Don put his right hand on Charlie's left ankle and brought that up Charlie's left leg to the edge of the bathrobe. With a smile up at Charlie, Don slid his fingertips under the hem of the bathrobe.
He parted the sides of the bathrobe, revealing Charlie's cock and balls.
The breath caught in his throat. He had envisioned them so many times, and here they were, the cock hard and standing up stiffly, the balls resting on the chair.
Don wanted to sit and stare at them, memorize them, but made himself move before Charlie became uncomfortable.
He slid his hands up Charlie's thighs. "I see beautiful cocks run in the family."
Charlie gave a huffing laugh, which turned into a gasp as Don ran his fingers up his cock. Don's fingers traced every vein, then circled the head. One hand dropped down to fondle Charlie's balls while his other hand rubbed the edges of the head.
Finally, he leaned in and took the head of Charlie's cock into his mouth.
Charlie gasped quietly.
Don might have moaned in response. He wasn't sure. The taste and feel of Charlie overwhelmed him. He wanted to freeze the moment, burn it into his senses.
When one has no attraction to the person they're having sex with, when they aren't distracted by lust or arousal, it's easy to pay attention to technique. In his extensive search to find anyone or activity that turned him on other than Charlie, Don had taken many opportunities to hone his technique. He could dispassionately evaluate what worked and what didn't. He was considered a spectacular lover by anyone he was with.
He was very good at hiding his disinterest.
Now, when it really mattered, Don was grateful for the skills he had developed. He let his skills take over and he was along for the glorious ride.
Very soon, Charlie was panting above him. Don soaked in the sound. He memorized the weight of Charlie's hand on his shoulder and the other one in his hair. He slid his tongue to better taste Charlie's cock. He ran his right hand up Charlie's stomach and chest and with his left cupped Charlie's balls. He watched the waves of pleasure cross Charlie's face. He used every trick to make this last forever.
"D-d-on…" Charlie moaned.
Don backed off and rubbed the head of Charlie's cock lightly against his cheek. "Yes, brother of mine?"
It took Charlie several gulps of air before he was able to speak further. "I… you… wow…"
"Enjoying this?"
"I don't… I've gotten a blowjob before… I thought."
Don smiled. "I'm enjoying it too."
Charlie blinked down at him. "You are?"
"Oh, yeah. My cock could punch through steel."
Charlie blinked again. "Oh?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see."
A shiver ran through Don. "Sure."
Trying to act casual, Don scooted backwards then got to his feet. He unzipped his jeans and pushed his underwear down. His cock sprang out, as hard as he'd said.
Charlie's eyes were fastened on it. He reached out then pulled his hand back. Softly, he said, "I need a drink."
Don felt a jolt of panic but managed to smirk. "Gonna send me out for more ice, Charlie?"
"Um, I…" Charlie looked around and spotted Don's now watered-down 7-up. "That will work." He stood up and edged around Don, his eyes on Don's exposed cock. "There's, um."
Don had to laugh. "Want me to put it away?"
"No, um, there's a…" Charlie paused and took a drink of 7-up. "There's another robe in the closet. Maybe that."
Don felt tingles all over. "Should I change into the robe?" he asked, just to make sure he understood.
"Seems fair."
Don pushed his cock back into his underwear, though there was no way his zipper was going back up over this erection. He got the other white fluffy bathrobe out of the closet and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door, he shed his clothes quickly. His fantasies, his stories, had nothing on reality, and every moment he was away from Charlie, he was afraid Charlie was changing his mind.
When he came out of the bathroom, dressed only in the bathrobe, Charlie was standing there, drinking soda. Don found his empty water cup, refilled it, and drank it down, his eyes on Charlie.
"Now, what?" Don asked. "Shall I finish what I started?"
"Not yet," Charlie said, then pointed jerkily to the other chair. "Sit?"
"Okay, but first…" Don set down his glass then took Charlie's glass for his unresisting grip and set it aside. Then he pulled Charlie close and kissed him deeply.
Charlie made a small sound and kissed him back. He echoed Don's moves, like he was trying to learn how to kiss. Don slid one hand inside the front of Charlie's robe to his furry chest. He'd spotted that chest many times and loved the feel of chest hair under his fingers. Still kissing Charlie, Don found Charlie's left nipple and started playing with it. Charlie made a little hiccupping noise and his kissing became more erratic.
Don teased that nipple to hardness then found the other one. Charlie began to completely lose the rhythm of the kiss and he finally pulled back from Don's mouth.
Not waiting for Charlie to catch his breath, Don tugged open Charlie's robe, leaned down, and began sucking on his left nipple. Charlie made a surprised noise and grabbed hold of Don's shoulders. But he was just holding on as Don sucked and played with each nipple.
Finally, the awkward position was too much for Don's neck and he straightened up. Charlie was looking at him with wide eyes.
"Why…"
"Yes?" Don said, twisting the wet hard nipples lightly with his fingers.
"Why has nobody… Why have I never…"
"Learning lots of new things tonight?" Don said, leaning forward to kiss his lips some more.
"Understatement…" Charlie said against Don's mouth. "Vast understatement. Infinite. …Want more."