Albeturkey
Title: Albeturkey
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: mature for adult sexual content, language, and alcohol
Length: 528 words
Summary: One in a long series of exceptions.
Warnings: incest
Notes: phurie_dae, as always, put up with this one. Thank you :)
Albeturkey
The best thing about rules, Charlie had once told Don, was that they all had exceptions. "Well, almost all rules," he'd added, bouncing his eraser on his notebook and laughing, and Don had spent the night thinking about exceptions instead of sleeping.
It was a bad plan.
It was all kinds of a bad plan, and Don knew that, but the catch was that he hadn't planned it; it had just kind of happened. As in Don had just happened to have a fresh six-pack in the refrigerator, and Charlie had just happened to stop by to drop something off that Don probably shouldn't have forgotten, and the Dodgers had just happened to be playing the Rockies, and they both had just happened to get a little bit drunk, and that was the exception.
The set of circumstances that had allowed Don to kiss Charlie.
Totally not planned.
Don spread his hands on Charlie's hips and held him away. "Wait, wait."
"Don," Charlie murmured, "if I ask you to fuck me, are you going to go back to Albeturkey?"
"What?" Okay, so maybe they'd gotten into a little more than just the beer. "What? No, what?"
"Hypothetically," Charlie said.
"Hypo--" Don shook his head halfheartedly to try and clear it. "Hypothetically, Chuck, I just -- I don't kno--" This time Charlie kissed Don. Don pushed him away again. "Dude, don't do that."
Charlie's brows furrowed. "But--"
Don sighed and grabbed his little brother. "I didn't mean it."
Their kisses were sloppy and inaccurate -- Don's lips hit Charlie's chin and cheekbones more often than they hit his mouth. But things didn't need to fit, or work, because this was an exception to the rule. One in a long series of exceptions. It was actually possible that the exceptions were the rule, but that was quickly becoming too much for Don to think about with Charlie's hand stealing into the front of his pants.
"Hey. Wait," Don said, because Charlie's lips were on his neck for the time being instead of his face, but he didn't have the strength or the desire to back it up. Instead, he unbuttoned and unzipped Charlie's chalk-patterned jeans and slipped them off without sneezing, while Charlie took off Don's shirt -- at least got it down to his elbows, and then Don took his hands off of Charlie for just long enough to let it crumple onto the couch. Then he leaned back, and pulled Charlie with him.
How they'd gotten naked the rest of the way was kind of hazy, but it all cleared up with the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and the look on Charlie's face as he sank down on Don's cock. It wasn't a look Don could ever describe, but it was etching itself painfully into his eyeballs. He closed his eyes, and Charlie kissed his forehead. He shook, and Charlie held onto him. Charlie held him together; Charlie made a rule out of the exceptions. Don rolled them over and fucked Charlie, just like he hadn't technically asked.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: mature for adult sexual content, language, and alcohol
Length: 528 words
Summary: One in a long series of exceptions.
Warnings: incest
Notes: phurie_dae, as always, put up with this one. Thank you :)
Albeturkey
The best thing about rules, Charlie had once told Don, was that they all had exceptions. "Well, almost all rules," he'd added, bouncing his eraser on his notebook and laughing, and Don had spent the night thinking about exceptions instead of sleeping.
It was a bad plan.
It was all kinds of a bad plan, and Don knew that, but the catch was that he hadn't planned it; it had just kind of happened. As in Don had just happened to have a fresh six-pack in the refrigerator, and Charlie had just happened to stop by to drop something off that Don probably shouldn't have forgotten, and the Dodgers had just happened to be playing the Rockies, and they both had just happened to get a little bit drunk, and that was the exception.
The set of circumstances that had allowed Don to kiss Charlie.
Totally not planned.
Don spread his hands on Charlie's hips and held him away. "Wait, wait."
"Don," Charlie murmured, "if I ask you to fuck me, are you going to go back to Albeturkey?"
"What?" Okay, so maybe they'd gotten into a little more than just the beer. "What? No, what?"
"Hypothetically," Charlie said.
"Hypo--" Don shook his head halfheartedly to try and clear it. "Hypothetically, Chuck, I just -- I don't kno--" This time Charlie kissed Don. Don pushed him away again. "Dude, don't do that."
Charlie's brows furrowed. "But--"
Don sighed and grabbed his little brother. "I didn't mean it."
Their kisses were sloppy and inaccurate -- Don's lips hit Charlie's chin and cheekbones more often than they hit his mouth. But things didn't need to fit, or work, because this was an exception to the rule. One in a long series of exceptions. It was actually possible that the exceptions were the rule, but that was quickly becoming too much for Don to think about with Charlie's hand stealing into the front of his pants.
"Hey. Wait," Don said, because Charlie's lips were on his neck for the time being instead of his face, but he didn't have the strength or the desire to back it up. Instead, he unbuttoned and unzipped Charlie's chalk-patterned jeans and slipped them off without sneezing, while Charlie took off Don's shirt -- at least got it down to his elbows, and then Don took his hands off of Charlie for just long enough to let it crumple onto the couch. Then he leaned back, and pulled Charlie with him.
How they'd gotten naked the rest of the way was kind of hazy, but it all cleared up with the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and the look on Charlie's face as he sank down on Don's cock. It wasn't a look Don could ever describe, but it was etching itself painfully into his eyeballs. He closed his eyes, and Charlie kissed his forehead. He shook, and Charlie held onto him. Charlie held him together; Charlie made a rule out of the exceptions. Don rolled them over and fucked Charlie, just like he hadn't technically asked.
"I'm not going anywhere."