Drabble: In the Garage: Don/Charlie
Title: In the Garage
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 200
Challenge: #113 Garage for numb3rs100
Feedback: Is loverly
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended.
Don knew this was the place where secrets were kept. This was the place where his parents had fought, keeping their heated arguments away from their sons. This was the place where Don brought his first dates and had sex on the futons and old couch. This was the place where Charlie worked on top-secret projects for the NSA and CIA. This was the only place Don believed they could keep this secret.
Equations in chalk become smudged as Don pushes Charlie up against a board, lifts his brother up with his hands under Charlie’s thighs, and Charlie wraps his naked legs around Don’s bared waist. Their cocks press together, electric shocks of heightened arousal shooting through their bodies.
Don pushes slowly into Charlie, no lube in sight, and Charlie squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to relax. They make love slowly against the chalkboard nailed to the wall, and Don whispers sweet words to keep Charlie’s attention on him and not the pain. The truth is that Charlie’s always loved a little pain.
They come hard, the walls of the garage absorbing their heated moans of pain and pleasure and passion.
The garage always keeps the greatest secrets.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 200
Challenge: #113 Garage for numb3rs100
Feedback: Is loverly
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended.
Don knew this was the place where secrets were kept. This was the place where his parents had fought, keeping their heated arguments away from their sons. This was the place where Don brought his first dates and had sex on the futons and old couch. This was the place where Charlie worked on top-secret projects for the NSA and CIA. This was the only place Don believed they could keep this secret.
Equations in chalk become smudged as Don pushes Charlie up against a board, lifts his brother up with his hands under Charlie’s thighs, and Charlie wraps his naked legs around Don’s bared waist. Their cocks press together, electric shocks of heightened arousal shooting through their bodies.
Don pushes slowly into Charlie, no lube in sight, and Charlie squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to relax. They make love slowly against the chalkboard nailed to the wall, and Don whispers sweet words to keep Charlie’s attention on him and not the pain. The truth is that Charlie’s always loved a little pain.
They come hard, the walls of the garage absorbing their heated moans of pain and pleasure and passion.
The garage always keeps the greatest secrets.