One Night
Title: ONE NIGHT
Author: Ariel
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, I wish I would, though!
Genre: slash
Author notes: I was without my computer and decided to try and get back to writing and this is what came out. Hope you like it.
I usually speak Italian around here, so any mistakes you find you can point them to me and I'll fix them. Thanks.
Author notes2: ONE NIGHT is written and performed by The Corrs and can be found on their ‘In blue’ album.
My first fic in this fandom, written while sick at home... have mercy, please...
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_LONG DAY AND I’M READY
I’M WAITING FOR YOUR CALL_
Tired, after a day full of lectures and grading papers, Charlie is gathering his books and trying to put a slight sense of order to his desk. Even though it is late, he is in no rush… he has time, he is waiting…
_’COS I’VE MADE UP MY MIND_
… now that he has taken his decision, he is calm, focused. Where before there were only jumbled emotions and contrasting thoughts, doubts and shame, now there is such peace and clear-headness, he is just a bit surprised.
_MY HEARTS ACHES WITH A HUNGER AND THE WANT THAT YOU WERE MINE_
Every now and then, though, his hands tremble a little and, as the phone enters his field of vision, his heart rate increases.
How can one person be so at peace with the universe and at the same time feel a hunger cramp his stomach, his hands sweat by sheer want?
Charlie looks around the room, at his blackboards, at his numbers, but they don’t hold any answer, and for the very first time in his life he is quite happy with it.
_NO I CANNOT DENY…_
The phone rings, one, two times, Charlie wakes from his reverie and picks up, holding his breath. He is given a time and a place and his heart slows down. The voice on the other side is deep, strong, certain.
Professor Eppes closes down his office and Charlie leaves CalSci with a smile.
_SO FOR ONE NIGHT
IS IT ALRIGHT
THAT I GIVE YOU_
As he waits for Don to open the door, he cannot help a shiver of apprehension to run down his spine. The drive to his brother’s apartment had seemed so long… but just then, Don appears, the only fixing point in Charlie’s constantly hyperactive mind. And this time his heart starts drumming in his chest.
_MY HEART
MY LOVE
MY HEART_
As his back encounters the wall, Charlie is trying to remember how to breathe. Don’s eyes are boring into his, so dark with lust, with need, it feels like drowning.
- This is just ONE NIGHT, right? We have a deal, right Charlie? -
For a moment, his mouth refuses to work. Then he manages a feeble: - Yes… - and it is heat, desperation and love, all in one glorious kiss.
_JUST FOR ONE NIGHT_
Don puts a little space between them. His lips hover on Charlie’s, rub together as they share trembling breaths. Then Don takes hold of his little brother’s shirt, and while he unbuttons it, he drags Charlie to his bedroom.
_MY BODY
MY SOUL
JUST FOR ONE NIGHT_
Spread on the mattress to Don’s liking, Charlie cannot do anything, but feel. Overwhelmed by his brother’s presence, their scents, intermingled together to create a new brand, a new essence.
Don’s lips slip along his skin, creating goosebumps and making his breath hitch.
Charlie’s back arches, the pleasure is like water flowing slowly, leisurely all along his nerves, waking them up, eroding and reshaping his self to his brother’s needs.
Don’s fingertips skim Charlie’s spine, while his teeth work on the right nipple. Down they caress, until his hands close on his ass and Charlie moans brokenly, ready, just like the tears that spill from his eyes.
_MY LOVE
MY LOVE
FOR ONE NIGHT
ONE NIGHT
ONE NIGHT_
Don blows warm breath on Charlie’s cock and with a silent scream, he comes.
- Beautiful… - is Don’s whisper, as he looks in awe at his little brother.
- Don… Don… - is the only thing that comes out of Charlie’s mouth, the only thing he needs.
Their lips meet and it is an intense exploration, possession and surrender. Then Don makes Charlie turn around.
Broad, warm, familiar hands explore his skin. A wicked tongue follows the line of his spine, down, down, to rest at the middle of his back. Charlie’s hands clench on the pillow as he chews the fabric.
- No, no buddy, you let me hear you, ok? - Don says in a husky whisper.
Charlie lets the pillow go and takes several deep breaths, then lowers his forehead on the pillow and slowly gets up on his knees.
He is ready, ready, he has been ready for so long now… and Don drags his tongue to his entrance.
Whimpering sounds are all that can be heard from his little brother, whose body’s trembling and swaying to Don’s ministrations. Then slick fingers compete with the tongue to make him go out of his mind. It seems Don’s tongue cannot stay away from him, but it does not seem to be in a hurry.
It is a little sound at first, Charlie’s laboured breathing maybe, but then Don understands it.
- Please, please, please… - and he can feel that pleading enflame him.
The litany stops as Don slowly enters him, his hands slide along his sides to entwine their fingers together as they move against each other. Then they are dragged down to Charlie’s erection, and as they are wrapped around it and jerk him off, his little brother’s breath stutters and suddenly, with a whimper, he comes hard. A desperate moan slips out of his mouth as Don’s teeth close on the junction between his neck and right shoulder as he comes as well.
Charlie manages to keep them from falling and he drags their linked hands back up, toward his mouth and starts licking his come from their fingers. Don groans behind him and closes tightly his eyes.
There IS a deal between them.
After they clean themselves up, Charlie snuggles down in Don’s arms with a smile. He is sated and happy, and knows that tomorrow will take care of itself.
As his little brother drifts off to sleep, Don’s staring at the ceiling. For once, his mind’s free from the dark thoughts that come from his work. He’s calm and peaceful, a rare occurrence.
As light floods his bedroom and wakes him up, Don discovers he is alone. Charlie already left, but his scent lingers… on the sheets, on the pillow, on Don’s skin. So he turns around and hugs Charlie’s pillow and smells something else. A new fragrance, their scents together, and dreams.
_WHEN MORNING AWAKES ME
WELL I KNOW I’LL BE ALONE
AND I FEEL I’LL BE FINE_
It is early, too early to be up, but the deal was one night and Charlie knew that, if he had woken up with Don, he would have overstayed his welcome.
He feels like he is the only one in a city that is still blessedly half asleep, while he drives towards home. Alone, he gets inside and as he closes the front door he catches a glimpse of himself in a reflection. He is smiling, his eyes bright and alive. He still feels Don all around and inside him and there is an energy humming through his veins…
_SO DON’T YOU WORRY ABOUT ME
I’M NOT EMPTY ON MY OWN
FOR INSIDE I’M ALIVE_
It is still early, but that electricity leads him to the garage, to his blackboards, to his Cognitive Emergence Theory. After all, he has empirical evidence on which to work on now… he caresses Don’s teeth marks on his neck and smiles.
_THAT FOR ONE NIGHT
IT WAS SO RIGHT
THAT I GAVE YOU
MY HEART
MY LOVE
MY HEART
JUST FOR ONE NIGHT
MY BODY
MY SOUL
JUST FOR ONE NIGHT
MY LOVE
I LOVED
FOR ONE NIGHT
ONE NIGHT_
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