Numb3rs100 - #133 Evidence
Title: Follow the Evidence...
Author: CPWatcher
Pairing/Character: Howard Meeks, Don Eppes, Charlie Eppes
Rating/Category: FRM/slash/incest
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None
Sequel/Series: Sequel to Jeans of Justice and Can I Get a Witness
Summary: Howard puts his skills to work.
Notes/Warnings:
Follow the Evidence...
Howard Meeks, a top AUSA, well versed in examining all aspects of information presented, reviewed the evidence.
Don Eppes: eyes bright with mischief, *very* obvious bulge in his jeans, fingers coated in sauce, daring Howard to take them into his mouth.
Charlie Eppes: eager, yet subdued, at Howard’s back, waiting hopefully for Howard’s positive response to his brother’s offer.
It was apparent that the Eppes brothers shared more than police work. Howard suspected, if he was reading this right, they were willing to share themselves with him.
Don watched as Howard debated his next action.
Howard sucked Don’s fingers clean, and held them in his mouth seconds longer than necessary. Don smiled his approval even as he told Charlie to give Howard some.
Howard did not miss the command in Don’s tone, nor the way Charlie easily complied.
Howard was already half hard from the brothers’ previous display. He took in this new evidence, and felt his dick fill further. Alpha!Don and sub!Charlie was almost too much to hope for.
Howard licked at Charlie’s fingers, and then grabbed his wrist, pulling him flush, and kissing him deep. When released, Charlie was breathless.
Howard turned to look at Don, whose eyes were now partially hidden by his lowered lids, yet Don had observed everything.
Don slowly eased up into Howard’s personal space, leaving only inches between them. He held there, watching Howard.
Lowering his eyes slightly in submission, Howard let himself be pulled forward into Don’s embrace, the FBI agent’s mouth hard against his own.
Suddenly, Charlie was plastered to Howard’s back, licking and nipping at his neck.
The sensations of both Eppes brothers, touching and kissing him, had Howard panting with need. The blood pulsed in his ears, accentuated by the driving beat of the Indian music filling the room.
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