Fic:Numb3rs: Watching Charlie (Don/Charlie) FRAO
Title: Watching Charlie
Author: CPWatcher
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: FRAO/ Slash/Incest
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Beta: none, just a quick ficlet, so all mistakes are mine.
Spoilers: none
Summary: Don accidentally walks in on Charlie.
Notes:
Author's Note: Written for the Incest50 table - prompt 34 - Sibling.
Based off another drawing by love_shocker69.
Picture is called EyeCandy69 #24-Toys. NOTE:Pic NOT work safe!
Link to pic is here => http://love-shocker69.livejournal.com/15234.html#cutid1
Feedback: Please
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, etc., just playing with them a bit.
Incest50 - prompt 34:Sibling
Watching Charlie by CPWatcher (Mar2007)
He never thought of Charlie as a sexual being. Even when he found out that Charlie and Amita were having sex, in his mind's eye he'd thought about how Amita looked naked, in the throes of passion. But he didn't give even a passing moment's thought to Charlie being the man that made her shudder in ecstasy. He'd imagined Amita's soft, supply young body, moving fluidly, her pussy slick and ready to be fucked. But he never thought about it being Charlie's cock sliding into her wetness, Charlie's mouth on her nipple.
Don never saw Charlie as a sexual creature. The countless times they'd undressed in front of each other, showered together in gym class. Charlie was just Charlie. His brother. His baby brother. Just Charlie.
Until now.
Don stood in the doorway to Charlie's bedroom watching his sibling lying on his bed. Naked on his bed. Naked on his bed with a dildo shoved up his ass. Fucking himself. Fucking himself, moaning and getting off.
And Don got hard.
Don stepped back out of the doorway and tried to get his breathing under control, hoping to hell that Charlie hadn't heard him.
He'd accidentally caught Charlie in a private moment. And every part of him said he should walk back to the stairs and yell Charlie's name, announcing his presence. Giving Charlie a chance to cover himself, a chance to stop. Every part of Don except for his cock, which was straining in his pants. And his eyes, which wanted another look. And his mouth which was dry from desire and his brain which was fevered with lust.
Don did the only thing that he could, the only thing that made sense.
He peeked back into the room.
And nearly came in his pants.
Charlie had turned over. Now he was on his knees, ass out facing Don. His head and shoulders were on the mattress. His one hand tightly clutched the sheet in front of him; his other pumped the fake cock quickly in and out of his ass.
Charlie was moaning, his cock red tipped and dripping. The words were barely audible to Don, but he did hear 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'please' and 'more' and 'harder'. And Don rubbed his own cock.
Charlie pushed the sex toy in deeper and twisted it around in his ass and Don had to hold back the urge to rush in and replace Charlie's hand with his own hand, replace the fake cock with his real one.
Charlie's voice was panting, sobbing, keening and Don knew Charlie was about to cum. Don also knew wild horses couldn't drag him away from this door. Not until he'd saw Charlie climax. Don found himself silently chanting 'come on Charlie, cum now, cum now'.
As if on command, Charlie plunged the dildo in to the hilt, deep into his ass. And then Charlie's cock erupted, cum streaming out onto the bed below. Charlie moaning out one word.
"Donnie."
Don exploded.
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