The Answer is You (Part Three)
Title. The Answer is You
Author. hunters_retreat
Artist. selu
Characters. Don, Charlie, Megan, David, Colby, Larry, Alan
Pairings. Don/Charlie, mentions of Larry/Megan
Word Count.25,000
Genre. Slash
Rating. R
Warnings. dub-con, violence
Summary.Charlie Eppes is the best selling author of The Attraction Equation, a book that make finding the perfect partner a science. Of course, his own love life hasn’t been that eventful. What happens when someone obsessed with Charlie does the math and comes up with his own idea of who Charlie’s soul mate is? Can the team get to them in time before Don and Charlie’s relationship is altered beyond repair? And once they escape, can they ever be free of their captor's voice, telling them to take what they want and never let go?
“What are you working on Charlie?” Charlie didn’t answer and Don closed his eyes. “Tell me it’s not those stupid equations.”
“This would go so much faster if I had something to write with.” Charlie said absentmindedly. “I can work around it but it takes a lot longer. I feel like I’m working in circles.”
“Why are you working on it at all?”
Charlie looked up from the papers that had been on the table the morning Charlie had woken, bruised and beaten. Three days later and he looked a lot better, but Don knew his brother. Charlie couldn’t relax on the bed without Don right there beside him. It was driving Don insane, but he understood it.
“I just, look Don. I know this whole thing, me looking at his work is upsetting you, but maybe if I can show him where his math is wrong he’ll let us go.”
Before he escalates went without saying.
Don had found it far too easy to let himself fall into kissing his brother. It was an easy show of affection between them. It could easily be controlled once they were outside, and the more he showered Charlie with affection the more hospitable their captor had become. They’d woken the night before with a full steak dinner, complete with Charlie’s favorite cheesecake, and two bottles of beer. Another set of clean clothes had been brought down as well as their original clothes, freshly cleaned and pressed.
Every time he felt like he was getting too comfortable though, he forced himself to think like an FBI agent and not a big brother and escalation was a steadily growing fear in his mind.
Even with that on his mind, he dropped a kiss to the top of Charlie’s head. He understood why his brother was working so hard on it now. Charlie always used math to solve the problems in his life. Without something else to focus on, he was trying to use the abductor’s math against him. It was something Don could understood, something he was grateful for. The Charlie that clung to him in the middle of the night was too much like the child he used to be. This Charlie, the man ready to fling the numbers in their captor’s face, was the man he had come to know since his brother had started consulting with the FBI.
Charlie looked up in surprise, a small half smile on his face. “I just … you know … anything to help, right?”
“It’s more than I’m doing right now Charlie.” Don reassured him.
“Don, don’t. There’s nothing you could have done to stop this and if there was a way to get us out of here, outside of the math, I know you would have found it already. It’s just who you are. Like you said before, we’ve got each other’s backs. I do what I can and you do what you can, and we’ll get out of here together, right?”
Don nodded. He turned to move and Charlie’s hand caught on his wrist.
“Don, I just … I’m so tired.”
Don nodded again, “Yeah come on, Charlie. You can take a break.” He pulled Charlie back to the bed. Then his brother had his head on Don’s shoulder, one hand over his heart. He looked down at Charlie and his little brother was leaning up, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Good night Don.”
“Night Charlie.”
Charlie always fell asleep quickly with Don at his side. He was just about to try to move away when the voice was back again.
“He needs you Don, you can see that.” Their captor said, trying to move Don with his compassion.
It’d been happening for two days, every time Charlie fell asleep.
“He’s not complete without you, without your touch. I know why you’re fighting so hard, but I can see the way you’re watching him, the want on your face. I see the way you cling to each other when you kiss. Think about how it would feel Don, to have him under you, to have him moaning your name. Think about those beautiful brown eyes staring up into yours in awe as you give into the passion between you.”
“Stop it.” He said softly. As much as he wanted to scream out his frustration he knew his voice was loud enough to be heard, and he didn’t want to wake Charlie. His brother didn’t need to know about this special little hell that was Don’s.
“Tonight Don. I’ve given you a few days to take it to the next level and you haven’t, no matter how tempted I see you are. Tonight, I don’t care how you do it, but you will touch him. You’ll get him off Don and you’ll see. You’ll never want anything as much as you want to touch him once you’ve started.”
“I can’t.” He choked out. “He’s my brother.”
“And you’re so good at protecting him Don. I know you’ll take care of him tonight, so I don’t have to get involved.”
Don closed his eyes at the threat and pulled Charlie in closer to him, trying to stop the desperate beating of his heart as he heard the intercom switch off.
He didn’t know how he could do this, how he could convince his brother that this was alright, but he didn’t think he could live with the alternative. There were lines Don refused to cross with his brother, but the lines seemed to be retreating back in the face of the physical pain he knew would be dealt out if he failed.
He lay awake for a long time, rethinking his strategies for escape but nothing new came to him. When he felt his brother stir beside him, he ran a hand through his curls, a gesture that had become far too intimate and happened far too frequently of late.
“Don?”
“You slept for about an hour Charlie. You ready to wake up now?”
Charlie smiled up at him as he sat up. “I’m good now, thanks.”
Don nodded and he could see Charlie’s frown develop as he caught Don’s mood. “He was talking again Charlie.” Don said before Charlie could ask. As much as he wanted to ignore the words he had to face it. He couldn’t let Charlie think he was afraid, no matter how terrified he was. “He said…” he paused then because it was easier to think of telling Charlie than it was to actually say the words. “Escalation.”
Charlie nodded. “We talked about it before. We knew if we didn’t get out of here sooner or later this would happen.”
He seemed resigned to it and Don pushed up off the bed. “No Charlie. I can’t, I won’t take it like this. I can’t do what he’s asking of me.”
“What choice do we have Don? We can’t stop him from coming down again. He might take you away Don.” Charlie followed Don off the bed, his knuckles while as he clutched his brother’s shirt in both hands. “What would I do without you here?”
“Charlie,” Don’s anger deflated around him as he rested his forehead on his brother’s. “I just don’t think I can do it Charlie.”
The lights went out and Don felt a chill settle into his bones. “No!’ he yelled up at the camera. “It isn’t time!”
Charlie’s hands pulled Don in the dark, fumbling their way back to the bed. When they sat, he twined their fingers together. Don struggled to stay awake but in the end, the drugs were overpowering. When he fell beside his brother his only hope was that maybe they’d take him instead.
Charlie woke when Don tried to move him back up to the bed. As soon as Don woke from his own drug induced slumber he’d found Charlie on the floor, shirtless. His face and body were a mass of bruises though there was no black eye this time. Angry red marks covered his right side, almost hidden behind the blue and purple coloring of his bruises. Don shushed Charlie as he settled him on the bed, his fingers trailing over the damaged area from hip to cheek. His left side was untouched and Don couldn’t help but feel their captor was leaving him a message with it. See what you did. This is how he should be, but you made me do this.
“Don, what happened?” Charlie asked groggily. His eyes opened in tiny slits and Don shook his head.
“Don’t Charlie. Just sleep a while longer.”
“It hurts Don.”
“Yeah I know.” It was all he could say. He couldn’t promise to protect him anymore. There was only one way to do that and he wasn’t sure if that form of protection wouldn’t hurt his brother worse in the long run. He and Charlie had always had an odd relationship, closer in ways than it should be but far more distant in others. His need to protect his brother had always been paramount to Don’s existence. That need to protect had been tempered by other feelings, resentment that had bordered on hate at times, jealousy, and envy at the spotlight that his brother found in his genius.
Their relationship had evolved though since Charlie began working with the FBI. He understood his brother better and he thought it went both ways. Now, there was respect and concern. Protection and love still, but they knew one another. Hell, they liked one another. Some of Don’s favorite memories included Charlie hanging out with him and the team or just going over to Charlie’s to have dinner with him and Dad. Things had changed a lot in the past few years. It had been good. He didn’t know what this was going to do to that though.
Don could hear Charlie’s breathing even out as he fell back to sleep and he took a deep breath, lying beside him. He catalogued the bruises in his mind and tried hard to ignore the fact that not only was Charlie beaten, but someone had taken his shirt off as well. Someone had undressed him, had touched him in ways that no one had a right to. He bit down on his anger but he couldn’t stop the glare that was directed at the camera. No one had a right to touch Charlie but him.
The next morning Charlie was able to move around better. The bruises were just superficial, no damage to anything like his ribs though Don didn’t know if that was by design of just luck. Some of the blue and purple marks were already giving way to ugly green and yellow as Charlie’s body began to heal.
When Don did his sit ups in the morning Charlie stretched along side him, unable to do the exercise because of the bruises but working the kinks out of his body as best he could.
Don hated to think about what he was going to do, but he didn’t have a choice. Their abductor hadn’t come back to talk to him but the threat was still there, underlying everything they did. Charlie didn’t say anything about it and he wouldn’t. Don knew it was his choice to make.
Charlie would take the beatings if Don said he couldn’t do what was needed, but Don knew he couldn’t watch that again. He couldn’t be the cause of Charlie’s abuse. If something had to happen, he’d rather it be at his own hands, where he could sooth and calm his brother. No matter how he tried to work around it, his mind always came back to that. He had to take care of Charlie and if that meant something far more intimate than it ever had before, he’d find a way to do it.
It was later that night when Charlie was under the spray of the shower that Don decided to do what was necessary. He couldn’t do it in the shower in case their captor took it as a cheat, but he could at least get them started like that. He waited until he could see Charlie’s arms outstretched, his hands braced above him on the wall as he let the water ease him. Don stripped quickly and slid behind the curtain with Charlie.
“Don?”
Charlie’s eyes were wild, like he was afraid Don was about to bite and Don didn’t blame him. “Charlie, I …”
He felt his eyes drop slightly but then Charlie was right there, one hand tilting his head up. “Escalation?” Don nodded, unable to speak with the way Charlie was looking at him, so trusting and open and honest. “Okay Don. I trust you. I know you’re doing what you have to.”
Don smiled but he knew it wasn’t real. It was better than nothing though. “I promise it’s not going to hurt Charlie. If I do it right, you should actually feel pretty good.”
Before Charlie could respond Don slipped his hand into Charlie’s wet hair and leaned down, kissing him lightly until his brother’s mouth opened to him. He deepened the kiss, walking them slightly back until he could press Charlie up against the wall.
He pulled back, dropping his forehead to rest on Charlie’s. “’s okay Charlie.” He said, his voice rough and shaky with the knowledge of what he was doing. “Just go with me. Just feel this, alright? It’s okay to feel this.”
When he kissed his brother again, Charlie moaned into it and Don felt the slow churning in his stomach that he’d been trying to push away. He took his own advice then, forcing himself to focus on the feel of his brother and nothing else.
He pulled Charlie away from the shower, suppressing the shiver when it shut off behind him. His brother’s arms wrapped tightly around him and Don walked them, wet and dripping, back to the bed. The image that their captor had been trying to push onto him came too quickly. When he thought about pulling Charlie onto the bed and rolling them over until his brother was under him, he sat down instead and pulled Charlie until he was straddling his lap. He nipped at his brother’s neck until Charlie angled his face towards him. Don’s lips caught his in a kiss to keep from getting overwhelmed by the sensations as his hands began to caress his brother’s skin.
Charlie’s arms settled around his shoulders and Don wrapped his fingers over his hips, pulling him close. He’d never felt anything like this, never had the press of another man against his body and his libido was taking far too much interest in the proceedings for Don’s liking. He focused on his brother again, on the sounds he was making, and on the way his hips seemed to hitch up whenever his body pressed against Don’s stomach.
He shivered at the feel of it and let one hand fall from Charlie’s hips, massaging his thigh lightly. When he wrapped his fingers around Charlie’s hard cock, his brother pulled back from the kiss, his eyes catching Don’s. “Don?”
“Just feel it Charlie, remember? Just stay in this moment, don’t think about anything else.”
Charlie closed his eyes, a half nod lost at Don’s down stroke. Charlie thrust his hips up into the tight circle of his fist and let his head fall back, his hands grabbing Don’s shoulders for leverage. He wasn’t the passive participant that Don had always imagined he’d be, hips meeting Don’s every stroke and then he was pulling Don’s face up and crushing their lips together.
Don moaned into the kiss, unable to stop himself as Charlie took control of the encounter from him. Charlie’s hand slid from his shoulder and wrapped around his cock and his body responded instantly. He’d been trying to suppress any sort of desire that had come from his brother’s closeness, from his proximity every night to the intimate press of lips on his, but this was just too much.
He didn’t try to fight it anymore as he thrust up into Charlie’s fist and felt his brother doing the same. “Don... Don… I’m gonna …”
“Yeah Charlie … come on …”
He felt the wet splash of his brother’s come spilling between them and then Charlie was licking into his mouth as Don followed, his orgasm spiraling out of control into his brother’s hand.
It took a few minutes to get his breathing back under control. Then Charlie was reaching down for the sheet they used for a towel and cleaned them up without detaching himself from Don’s lap.
Charlie didn’t look at him and Don was about to ask if he was okay when Charlie cut him off. “Sleep?”
“Um yeah, sure Charlie.”
Charlie got off his lap then and slid under the blankets, leaving Don to stare after him for a few minutes before he finally slid in beside his brother. Don turned onto his side and Charlie spooned up in front of him, wrapping Don’s arm around his waist.
Don closed his eyes and was surrounded by his brother’s scent and the soft, contented sigh that left Charlie’s lips. When his eyes opened again it was dark in the room.
He took a deep breath and prayed to whoever was out there that they were found soon. Between Charlie’s growing dependence on Don and the voice that whispered nasty things every time Charlie fell asleep, he wasn’t sure he was going to make it out of the room sane.
“So beautiful, your Charlie.” The malicious voice said as he was just about to drift off to sleep. “You see it now don’t you? You were always meant to love him.”
He felt tears prickle his eyes and was grateful for the darkness so their tormentor couldn’t see. He laced his fingers tighter through Charlie’s and begged silently for forgiveness for the thoughts in his head. The only word that escaped his lips was “Charlie.” God help him, the voice was right. He knew. Damn them all, he knew.
On to Chapter Four
Author. hunters_retreat
Artist. selu
Characters. Don, Charlie, Megan, David, Colby, Larry, Alan
Pairings. Don/Charlie, mentions of Larry/Megan
Word Count.25,000
Genre. Slash
Rating. R
Warnings. dub-con, violence
Summary.Charlie Eppes is the best selling author of The Attraction Equation, a book that make finding the perfect partner a science. Of course, his own love life hasn’t been that eventful. What happens when someone obsessed with Charlie does the math and comes up with his own idea of who Charlie’s soul mate is? Can the team get to them in time before Don and Charlie’s relationship is altered beyond repair? And once they escape, can they ever be free of their captor's voice, telling them to take what they want and never let go?
“What are you working on Charlie?” Charlie didn’t answer and Don closed his eyes. “Tell me it’s not those stupid equations.”
“This would go so much faster if I had something to write with.” Charlie said absentmindedly. “I can work around it but it takes a lot longer. I feel like I’m working in circles.”
“Why are you working on it at all?”
Charlie looked up from the papers that had been on the table the morning Charlie had woken, bruised and beaten. Three days later and he looked a lot better, but Don knew his brother. Charlie couldn’t relax on the bed without Don right there beside him. It was driving Don insane, but he understood it.
“I just, look Don. I know this whole thing, me looking at his work is upsetting you, but maybe if I can show him where his math is wrong he’ll let us go.”
Before he escalates went without saying.
Don had found it far too easy to let himself fall into kissing his brother. It was an easy show of affection between them. It could easily be controlled once they were outside, and the more he showered Charlie with affection the more hospitable their captor had become. They’d woken the night before with a full steak dinner, complete with Charlie’s favorite cheesecake, and two bottles of beer. Another set of clean clothes had been brought down as well as their original clothes, freshly cleaned and pressed.
Every time he felt like he was getting too comfortable though, he forced himself to think like an FBI agent and not a big brother and escalation was a steadily growing fear in his mind.
Even with that on his mind, he dropped a kiss to the top of Charlie’s head. He understood why his brother was working so hard on it now. Charlie always used math to solve the problems in his life. Without something else to focus on, he was trying to use the abductor’s math against him. It was something Don could understood, something he was grateful for. The Charlie that clung to him in the middle of the night was too much like the child he used to be. This Charlie, the man ready to fling the numbers in their captor’s face, was the man he had come to know since his brother had started consulting with the FBI.
Charlie looked up in surprise, a small half smile on his face. “I just … you know … anything to help, right?”
“It’s more than I’m doing right now Charlie.” Don reassured him.
“Don, don’t. There’s nothing you could have done to stop this and if there was a way to get us out of here, outside of the math, I know you would have found it already. It’s just who you are. Like you said before, we’ve got each other’s backs. I do what I can and you do what you can, and we’ll get out of here together, right?”
Don nodded. He turned to move and Charlie’s hand caught on his wrist.
“Don, I just … I’m so tired.”
Don nodded again, “Yeah come on, Charlie. You can take a break.” He pulled Charlie back to the bed. Then his brother had his head on Don’s shoulder, one hand over his heart. He looked down at Charlie and his little brother was leaning up, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Good night Don.”
“Night Charlie.”
Charlie always fell asleep quickly with Don at his side. He was just about to try to move away when the voice was back again.
“He needs you Don, you can see that.” Their captor said, trying to move Don with his compassion.
It’d been happening for two days, every time Charlie fell asleep.
“He’s not complete without you, without your touch. I know why you’re fighting so hard, but I can see the way you’re watching him, the want on your face. I see the way you cling to each other when you kiss. Think about how it would feel Don, to have him under you, to have him moaning your name. Think about those beautiful brown eyes staring up into yours in awe as you give into the passion between you.”
“Stop it.” He said softly. As much as he wanted to scream out his frustration he knew his voice was loud enough to be heard, and he didn’t want to wake Charlie. His brother didn’t need to know about this special little hell that was Don’s.
“Tonight Don. I’ve given you a few days to take it to the next level and you haven’t, no matter how tempted I see you are. Tonight, I don’t care how you do it, but you will touch him. You’ll get him off Don and you’ll see. You’ll never want anything as much as you want to touch him once you’ve started.”
“I can’t.” He choked out. “He’s my brother.”
“And you’re so good at protecting him Don. I know you’ll take care of him tonight, so I don’t have to get involved.”
Don closed his eyes at the threat and pulled Charlie in closer to him, trying to stop the desperate beating of his heart as he heard the intercom switch off.
He didn’t know how he could do this, how he could convince his brother that this was alright, but he didn’t think he could live with the alternative. There were lines Don refused to cross with his brother, but the lines seemed to be retreating back in the face of the physical pain he knew would be dealt out if he failed.
He lay awake for a long time, rethinking his strategies for escape but nothing new came to him. When he felt his brother stir beside him, he ran a hand through his curls, a gesture that had become far too intimate and happened far too frequently of late.
“Don?”
“You slept for about an hour Charlie. You ready to wake up now?”
Charlie smiled up at him as he sat up. “I’m good now, thanks.”
Don nodded and he could see Charlie’s frown develop as he caught Don’s mood. “He was talking again Charlie.” Don said before Charlie could ask. As much as he wanted to ignore the words he had to face it. He couldn’t let Charlie think he was afraid, no matter how terrified he was. “He said…” he paused then because it was easier to think of telling Charlie than it was to actually say the words. “Escalation.”
Charlie nodded. “We talked about it before. We knew if we didn’t get out of here sooner or later this would happen.”
He seemed resigned to it and Don pushed up off the bed. “No Charlie. I can’t, I won’t take it like this. I can’t do what he’s asking of me.”
“What choice do we have Don? We can’t stop him from coming down again. He might take you away Don.” Charlie followed Don off the bed, his knuckles while as he clutched his brother’s shirt in both hands. “What would I do without you here?”
“Charlie,” Don’s anger deflated around him as he rested his forehead on his brother’s. “I just don’t think I can do it Charlie.”
The lights went out and Don felt a chill settle into his bones. “No!’ he yelled up at the camera. “It isn’t time!”
Charlie’s hands pulled Don in the dark, fumbling their way back to the bed. When they sat, he twined their fingers together. Don struggled to stay awake but in the end, the drugs were overpowering. When he fell beside his brother his only hope was that maybe they’d take him instead.
Charlie woke when Don tried to move him back up to the bed. As soon as Don woke from his own drug induced slumber he’d found Charlie on the floor, shirtless. His face and body were a mass of bruises though there was no black eye this time. Angry red marks covered his right side, almost hidden behind the blue and purple coloring of his bruises. Don shushed Charlie as he settled him on the bed, his fingers trailing over the damaged area from hip to cheek. His left side was untouched and Don couldn’t help but feel their captor was leaving him a message with it. See what you did. This is how he should be, but you made me do this.
“Don, what happened?” Charlie asked groggily. His eyes opened in tiny slits and Don shook his head.
“Don’t Charlie. Just sleep a while longer.”
“It hurts Don.”
“Yeah I know.” It was all he could say. He couldn’t promise to protect him anymore. There was only one way to do that and he wasn’t sure if that form of protection wouldn’t hurt his brother worse in the long run. He and Charlie had always had an odd relationship, closer in ways than it should be but far more distant in others. His need to protect his brother had always been paramount to Don’s existence. That need to protect had been tempered by other feelings, resentment that had bordered on hate at times, jealousy, and envy at the spotlight that his brother found in his genius.
Their relationship had evolved though since Charlie began working with the FBI. He understood his brother better and he thought it went both ways. Now, there was respect and concern. Protection and love still, but they knew one another. Hell, they liked one another. Some of Don’s favorite memories included Charlie hanging out with him and the team or just going over to Charlie’s to have dinner with him and Dad. Things had changed a lot in the past few years. It had been good. He didn’t know what this was going to do to that though.
Don could hear Charlie’s breathing even out as he fell back to sleep and he took a deep breath, lying beside him. He catalogued the bruises in his mind and tried hard to ignore the fact that not only was Charlie beaten, but someone had taken his shirt off as well. Someone had undressed him, had touched him in ways that no one had a right to. He bit down on his anger but he couldn’t stop the glare that was directed at the camera. No one had a right to touch Charlie but him.
The next morning Charlie was able to move around better. The bruises were just superficial, no damage to anything like his ribs though Don didn’t know if that was by design of just luck. Some of the blue and purple marks were already giving way to ugly green and yellow as Charlie’s body began to heal.
When Don did his sit ups in the morning Charlie stretched along side him, unable to do the exercise because of the bruises but working the kinks out of his body as best he could.
Don hated to think about what he was going to do, but he didn’t have a choice. Their abductor hadn’t come back to talk to him but the threat was still there, underlying everything they did. Charlie didn’t say anything about it and he wouldn’t. Don knew it was his choice to make.
Charlie would take the beatings if Don said he couldn’t do what was needed, but Don knew he couldn’t watch that again. He couldn’t be the cause of Charlie’s abuse. If something had to happen, he’d rather it be at his own hands, where he could sooth and calm his brother. No matter how he tried to work around it, his mind always came back to that. He had to take care of Charlie and if that meant something far more intimate than it ever had before, he’d find a way to do it.
It was later that night when Charlie was under the spray of the shower that Don decided to do what was necessary. He couldn’t do it in the shower in case their captor took it as a cheat, but he could at least get them started like that. He waited until he could see Charlie’s arms outstretched, his hands braced above him on the wall as he let the water ease him. Don stripped quickly and slid behind the curtain with Charlie.
“Don?”
Charlie’s eyes were wild, like he was afraid Don was about to bite and Don didn’t blame him. “Charlie, I …”
He felt his eyes drop slightly but then Charlie was right there, one hand tilting his head up. “Escalation?” Don nodded, unable to speak with the way Charlie was looking at him, so trusting and open and honest. “Okay Don. I trust you. I know you’re doing what you have to.”
Don smiled but he knew it wasn’t real. It was better than nothing though. “I promise it’s not going to hurt Charlie. If I do it right, you should actually feel pretty good.”
Before Charlie could respond Don slipped his hand into Charlie’s wet hair and leaned down, kissing him lightly until his brother’s mouth opened to him. He deepened the kiss, walking them slightly back until he could press Charlie up against the wall.
He pulled back, dropping his forehead to rest on Charlie’s. “’s okay Charlie.” He said, his voice rough and shaky with the knowledge of what he was doing. “Just go with me. Just feel this, alright? It’s okay to feel this.”
When he kissed his brother again, Charlie moaned into it and Don felt the slow churning in his stomach that he’d been trying to push away. He took his own advice then, forcing himself to focus on the feel of his brother and nothing else.
He pulled Charlie away from the shower, suppressing the shiver when it shut off behind him. His brother’s arms wrapped tightly around him and Don walked them, wet and dripping, back to the bed. The image that their captor had been trying to push onto him came too quickly. When he thought about pulling Charlie onto the bed and rolling them over until his brother was under him, he sat down instead and pulled Charlie until he was straddling his lap. He nipped at his brother’s neck until Charlie angled his face towards him. Don’s lips caught his in a kiss to keep from getting overwhelmed by the sensations as his hands began to caress his brother’s skin.
Charlie’s arms settled around his shoulders and Don wrapped his fingers over his hips, pulling him close. He’d never felt anything like this, never had the press of another man against his body and his libido was taking far too much interest in the proceedings for Don’s liking. He focused on his brother again, on the sounds he was making, and on the way his hips seemed to hitch up whenever his body pressed against Don’s stomach.
He shivered at the feel of it and let one hand fall from Charlie’s hips, massaging his thigh lightly. When he wrapped his fingers around Charlie’s hard cock, his brother pulled back from the kiss, his eyes catching Don’s. “Don?”
“Just feel it Charlie, remember? Just stay in this moment, don’t think about anything else.”
Charlie closed his eyes, a half nod lost at Don’s down stroke. Charlie thrust his hips up into the tight circle of his fist and let his head fall back, his hands grabbing Don’s shoulders for leverage. He wasn’t the passive participant that Don had always imagined he’d be, hips meeting Don’s every stroke and then he was pulling Don’s face up and crushing their lips together.
Don moaned into the kiss, unable to stop himself as Charlie took control of the encounter from him. Charlie’s hand slid from his shoulder and wrapped around his cock and his body responded instantly. He’d been trying to suppress any sort of desire that had come from his brother’s closeness, from his proximity every night to the intimate press of lips on his, but this was just too much.
He didn’t try to fight it anymore as he thrust up into Charlie’s fist and felt his brother doing the same. “Don... Don… I’m gonna …”
“Yeah Charlie … come on …”
He felt the wet splash of his brother’s come spilling between them and then Charlie was licking into his mouth as Don followed, his orgasm spiraling out of control into his brother’s hand.
It took a few minutes to get his breathing back under control. Then Charlie was reaching down for the sheet they used for a towel and cleaned them up without detaching himself from Don’s lap.
Charlie didn’t look at him and Don was about to ask if he was okay when Charlie cut him off. “Sleep?”
“Um yeah, sure Charlie.”
Charlie got off his lap then and slid under the blankets, leaving Don to stare after him for a few minutes before he finally slid in beside his brother. Don turned onto his side and Charlie spooned up in front of him, wrapping Don’s arm around his waist.
Don closed his eyes and was surrounded by his brother’s scent and the soft, contented sigh that left Charlie’s lips. When his eyes opened again it was dark in the room.
He took a deep breath and prayed to whoever was out there that they were found soon. Between Charlie’s growing dependence on Don and the voice that whispered nasty things every time Charlie fell asleep, he wasn’t sure he was going to make it out of the room sane.
“So beautiful, your Charlie.” The malicious voice said as he was just about to drift off to sleep. “You see it now don’t you? You were always meant to love him.”
He felt tears prickle his eyes and was grateful for the darkness so their tormentor couldn’t see. He laced his fingers tighter through Charlie’s and begged silently for forgiveness for the thoughts in his head. The only word that escaped his lips was “Charlie.” God help him, the voice was right. He knew. Damn them all, he knew.
On to Chapter Four