A Vegas Sequel (5/?) Midpoint
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 5 of ?: Midpoint
Charlie fulfills another one of Don's impossible fantasies.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 1407
Part 5: Midpoint
They kissed for a while, their hands on each other's shoulders. Don tried to use the time to cool his body down, but Charlie's mouth on his was searing, his tongue sending jolts of heat through him. He ached, God how he ached for Charlie. He'd ached for him so many times, but nothing like this. It didn't make any sense that, now that he had Charlie far more than he ever expected, he was on fire with desperation for him.
No, it made sense if he remembered that this night was all he'd ever have for the entirety of his life.
Don pulled back, shaking. He fumbled for his water cup, his eyes on Charlie.
Charlie seemed to be dealing with his own strong emotions. He was rubbing his cheek with one hand while staring at Don. He blinked a few times and found his own cup.
After a sip of soda, Charlie said, "Sit?"
Don nodded, set down his cup, and sat down in the chair. Charlie silently took the pillow from his own chair and offered it to him. Don tucked the pillow behind his back, his heart pounding. He hoped, he really hoped that Charlie meant to…
"I'm not going to be very good at this," Charlie said, getting to his knees. His eyes were on Don's crotch, where Don's cock tented the white robe.
"Charlie," Don said softly.
Charlie looked up.
"Your mouth on me automatically makes it the best blow I've ever had."
Charlie gave him a disbelieving look, but he did seem to relax a little.
It was Don having trouble remembering to breathe as Charlie pulled the edges of Don's robe to reveal his cock and balls. Don gripped the arms of the chair. He wanted to sink his hands into Charlie's hair but didn't want Charlie to feel like he couldn't pull away.
Charlie leaned forward and kissed the front of Don's cock. Then he took his tongue and licked up the front of Don's cock
Don swallowed a whimper and tried to calm down. He wanted this to last.
But then Charlie carefully wrapped his fingers around Don's cock and took the head of it into his mouth and the whimper escaped Don.
Charlie looked up, keeping Don's cock in his mouth.
The image seared itself into Don's visual cortex.
Charlie lifted his mouth off Don's cock. "Tell me a story?"
Don said, his voice trembling, "While you're doing that?"
Charlie gave him an impish grin. "It's not your mouth that's busy."
"Okay," Don said breathily. "I'll try."
He had no interest in thinking about anything with Charlie between his thighs, but it was the stories that had cast the spell that had gotten them here. What had he written that could remember under this pressure? He lost a full minute just watching Charlie suck his cock.
Don shook himself, "Okay."
He began, "I say, 'Charlie, you should never have been here.'
"You say, 'I had to see how the case worked out. We got the bad guy.'
"'Yeah, we got the bad guy but he had a gun to your head. If I had been one second slower…' I'm trembling with adrenaline and the after-effects of terror. The man we have been chasing had gotten the jump on us instead. He'd grabbed you and was readying his gun to put a bullet in your head. I'd shot him just before he'd been able to fire.'"
"Mmm," Charlie said, rubbing Don's cock against his cheek. "Making yourself the hero of the story."
"No, you're the hero," Don murmured, his eyes on Charlie's movements. "You found the bad guy, I just was backup."
"Hmm," Charlie said but returned to sucking Don's cock. Don was grateful for the distraction of the story because he would have come already otherwise. Charlie's fumbling efforts were revving Don up like no blowjob ever had. He felt like Charlie had said earlier, like he'd never had a blowjob before.
Don quickly returned to his story. "After the action, and we'd both been cleared, another agent had dropped us off back at your car at CalSci so I could make sure you got home okay. Your car was in an empty back parking lot and now we're sitting in the backseat of your car so we can talk. But instead, we're just sitting there shaking, as the reality of what could have happened sweeps over us.
"You're scooting closer and closer to me, until you're practically sitting on my lap. I put my arms around you, very aware of your warm body, but I'm trying to think brotherly thoughts. But my thoughts are all about how close I came to losing you today, and I can't stop shaking.
"I look down and you look up and suddenly you're kissing me, hard and desperate."
Charlie mmmed around Don's cock and made Don's voice wobble. God, that curly head bobbing up and down and that mouth-
Don cleared his throat and tried to continue, "I respond automatically and I'm kissing you back… and I'm kissing you back…" Don shuddered. "God, Charlie. You feel so good…"
Charlie lifted his head. "Did you say that in the story or-"
"I'm saying it now," Don said. "You feel so good. Even better than I ever imagined, and believe me, I've imagined."
Charlie smiled up at him, looking pleased. He stuck out his tongue and took a long lick up the front of Don's cock. Don whimpered and pushed Charlie's head away.
"What?" Charlie said.
"Sorry, I was about to lose it," Don said, gasping. He flexed his fingers on his legs. "You were just…and I was…"
Charlie sat back on his heels and Don quickly got up. He grabbed some ice from the bucket and put it on the back of his neck.
Don closed his eyes on the vision of Charlie sitting on the floor, his bathrobe open. Don normally had incredible stamina, but two minutes of Charlie… Don had never felt such quick, intense rise of an orgasm. Was this what normal people felt? How did they handle it? He'd never learned control because he'd never needed it before…
"Sorry," Don said again. He opened his eyes and put a wry smile on his face. "Your mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon."
"Really?" Charlie replied with a smile.
"Yeah," Don said. He didn't want to tell Charlie that he could have been the worst lover ever and it would still have felt incredible. It was important that Charlie think that Don was just oversexed. Unless Don had already given his singular obsession away…
"I think we should get back to something that I was doing earlier…"
Charlie's eyes lit up. "I can't decide which I prefer your mouth doing more - telling me stories or…the other things."
"Like kissing?" Don said, reaching for Charlie and pulling him to his feet.
Charlie came eagerly into Don's arms, so eagerly that Don felt a lump in his throat. How could he ever have thought that he'd captured a moment like this in fiction? No writing could ever match the reality of Charlie's lips against his, his tongue dancing with Charlie's.
They kissed for a while, both urgent and leisurely, gentle and aggressive. They pulled back at the same time.
"I could kiss you forever," Charlie murmured.
Don pressed his lips together as a jolt of helpless longing brought tears to his eyes.
Seemingly unaware of Don's reaction, Charlie continued, "But there are other parts of me that would like a turn again."
Don pasted a smile on his face. "Then have a seat and I'll see what I can do."
Charlie turned away to go to his chair, and Don turned the other way. He rubbed his eyes then took a long drink of watery soda.
Just stay in the moment, Don told himself fiercely. He took another drink of soda, pushing away the dread of tomorrow, after he'd touched Charlie and couldn't touch him again.
He turned back around and what he saw drove all thoughts of tomorrow out of his head. Charlie sat there, his bathrobe open, his semi-hard cock in full view, and his face alight with anticipation.
Quickly, Don set down his cup. Then he walked over and got down on his knees in front of the most desirable person in the world.
Determined to make it last all night.
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 5 of ?: Midpoint
Charlie fulfills another one of Don's impossible fantasies.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 1407
Part 5: Midpoint
They kissed for a while, their hands on each other's shoulders. Don tried to use the time to cool his body down, but Charlie's mouth on his was searing, his tongue sending jolts of heat through him. He ached, God how he ached for Charlie. He'd ached for him so many times, but nothing like this. It didn't make any sense that, now that he had Charlie far more than he ever expected, he was on fire with desperation for him.
No, it made sense if he remembered that this night was all he'd ever have for the entirety of his life.
Don pulled back, shaking. He fumbled for his water cup, his eyes on Charlie.
Charlie seemed to be dealing with his own strong emotions. He was rubbing his cheek with one hand while staring at Don. He blinked a few times and found his own cup.
After a sip of soda, Charlie said, "Sit?"
Don nodded, set down his cup, and sat down in the chair. Charlie silently took the pillow from his own chair and offered it to him. Don tucked the pillow behind his back, his heart pounding. He hoped, he really hoped that Charlie meant to…
"I'm not going to be very good at this," Charlie said, getting to his knees. His eyes were on Don's crotch, where Don's cock tented the white robe.
"Charlie," Don said softly.
Charlie looked up.
"Your mouth on me automatically makes it the best blow I've ever had."
Charlie gave him a disbelieving look, but he did seem to relax a little.
It was Don having trouble remembering to breathe as Charlie pulled the edges of Don's robe to reveal his cock and balls. Don gripped the arms of the chair. He wanted to sink his hands into Charlie's hair but didn't want Charlie to feel like he couldn't pull away.
Charlie leaned forward and kissed the front of Don's cock. Then he took his tongue and licked up the front of Don's cock
Don swallowed a whimper and tried to calm down. He wanted this to last.
But then Charlie carefully wrapped his fingers around Don's cock and took the head of it into his mouth and the whimper escaped Don.
Charlie looked up, keeping Don's cock in his mouth.
The image seared itself into Don's visual cortex.
Charlie lifted his mouth off Don's cock. "Tell me a story?"
Don said, his voice trembling, "While you're doing that?"
Charlie gave him an impish grin. "It's not your mouth that's busy."
"Okay," Don said breathily. "I'll try."
He had no interest in thinking about anything with Charlie between his thighs, but it was the stories that had cast the spell that had gotten them here. What had he written that could remember under this pressure? He lost a full minute just watching Charlie suck his cock.
Don shook himself, "Okay."
He began, "I say, 'Charlie, you should never have been here.'
"You say, 'I had to see how the case worked out. We got the bad guy.'
"'Yeah, we got the bad guy but he had a gun to your head. If I had been one second slower…' I'm trembling with adrenaline and the after-effects of terror. The man we have been chasing had gotten the jump on us instead. He'd grabbed you and was readying his gun to put a bullet in your head. I'd shot him just before he'd been able to fire.'"
"Mmm," Charlie said, rubbing Don's cock against his cheek. "Making yourself the hero of the story."
"No, you're the hero," Don murmured, his eyes on Charlie's movements. "You found the bad guy, I just was backup."
"Hmm," Charlie said but returned to sucking Don's cock. Don was grateful for the distraction of the story because he would have come already otherwise. Charlie's fumbling efforts were revving Don up like no blowjob ever had. He felt like Charlie had said earlier, like he'd never had a blowjob before.
Don quickly returned to his story. "After the action, and we'd both been cleared, another agent had dropped us off back at your car at CalSci so I could make sure you got home okay. Your car was in an empty back parking lot and now we're sitting in the backseat of your car so we can talk. But instead, we're just sitting there shaking, as the reality of what could have happened sweeps over us.
"You're scooting closer and closer to me, until you're practically sitting on my lap. I put my arms around you, very aware of your warm body, but I'm trying to think brotherly thoughts. But my thoughts are all about how close I came to losing you today, and I can't stop shaking.
"I look down and you look up and suddenly you're kissing me, hard and desperate."
Charlie mmmed around Don's cock and made Don's voice wobble. God, that curly head bobbing up and down and that mouth-
Don cleared his throat and tried to continue, "I respond automatically and I'm kissing you back… and I'm kissing you back…" Don shuddered. "God, Charlie. You feel so good…"
Charlie lifted his head. "Did you say that in the story or-"
"I'm saying it now," Don said. "You feel so good. Even better than I ever imagined, and believe me, I've imagined."
Charlie smiled up at him, looking pleased. He stuck out his tongue and took a long lick up the front of Don's cock. Don whimpered and pushed Charlie's head away.
"What?" Charlie said.
"Sorry, I was about to lose it," Don said, gasping. He flexed his fingers on his legs. "You were just…and I was…"
Charlie sat back on his heels and Don quickly got up. He grabbed some ice from the bucket and put it on the back of his neck.
Don closed his eyes on the vision of Charlie sitting on the floor, his bathrobe open. Don normally had incredible stamina, but two minutes of Charlie… Don had never felt such quick, intense rise of an orgasm. Was this what normal people felt? How did they handle it? He'd never learned control because he'd never needed it before…
"Sorry," Don said again. He opened his eyes and put a wry smile on his face. "Your mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon."
"Really?" Charlie replied with a smile.
"Yeah," Don said. He didn't want to tell Charlie that he could have been the worst lover ever and it would still have felt incredible. It was important that Charlie think that Don was just oversexed. Unless Don had already given his singular obsession away…
"I think we should get back to something that I was doing earlier…"
Charlie's eyes lit up. "I can't decide which I prefer your mouth doing more - telling me stories or…the other things."
"Like kissing?" Don said, reaching for Charlie and pulling him to his feet.
Charlie came eagerly into Don's arms, so eagerly that Don felt a lump in his throat. How could he ever have thought that he'd captured a moment like this in fiction? No writing could ever match the reality of Charlie's lips against his, his tongue dancing with Charlie's.
They kissed for a while, both urgent and leisurely, gentle and aggressive. They pulled back at the same time.
"I could kiss you forever," Charlie murmured.
Don pressed his lips together as a jolt of helpless longing brought tears to his eyes.
Seemingly unaware of Don's reaction, Charlie continued, "But there are other parts of me that would like a turn again."
Don pasted a smile on his face. "Then have a seat and I'll see what I can do."
Charlie turned away to go to his chair, and Don turned the other way. He rubbed his eyes then took a long drink of watery soda.
Just stay in the moment, Don told himself fiercely. He took another drink of soda, pushing away the dread of tomorrow, after he'd touched Charlie and couldn't touch him again.
He turned back around and what he saw drove all thoughts of tomorrow out of his head. Charlie sat there, his bathrobe open, his semi-hard cock in full view, and his face alight with anticipation.
Quickly, Don set down his cup. Then he walked over and got down on his knees in front of the most desirable person in the world.
Determined to make it last all night.