New Year's Fic for Neur0 Vanity
Recipient: neur0vanity
Author: sororcula
Title: Seems I Had My Mind On You
Pairing: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest. Inappropriate use of standard-issue handcuffs.
Summary: Don and Charlie missed each other.
Charlie is killing him.
Okay, that's not quite right. Seeing Charlie, being around Charlie, and not being able to touch Charlie... that's what's killing him. It's been a week since they've seen each other, Charlie away at one of those math conferences he loves so much, and the first time they're together since he got back is at work, of all places.
Charlie knows it, too. He keeps shooting Don these goddamn sultry looks when he thinks nobody else is watching and if Don so much as twitches in response, Charlie's face breaks out into a grin. Once he even winked.
Jesus.
You want me, Charlie smirks.
Don raises his eyebrows. Just wait until I get you home.
Charlie pretends to keep his cool but Don spots the slight jump when Megan touches his shoulder to ask a question, hears him stammer out a distracted response. Don turns away, hiding his own grin and praying for patience.
* * *
It's five hours before they can get away, and Don has a rule about doing anything outside of the house, right down to no touching, even in the car, so Charlie is still completely worked up by the time they get to Don's apartment. He's been scolded too many times for forgetting the hallway and doorway rules, so he heads straight for the bedroom while Don locks the door.
He's got his shoes and shirt off by the time Don appears in the doorway, toeing off his own shoes. Don wastes no time, tugging him close and kissing him breathless before Charlie can even think.
God, a week, a week without this, and Charlie had been almost frightened by how much he'd missed Don, a thousand miles away from home and from this. It feels like an addiction.
He tilts his head up to match Don's kisses and wraps his arms around Don's waist. Don is working at Charlie's belt buckle, so Charlie starts to pull Don's shirt out of his pants when he feels them at the base of his back and grins. Handcuffs, clipped in their holder to Don's belt.
"What's so funny?" Don asks, sucking along Charlie's jaw.
"Nothing," Charlie says. "Why are your clothes still on?"
Don laughs and pulls away far enough to yank his shirt over his head. Charlie watches, admiring the planes of Don's chest, while he finishes unbuckling his belt. He steps out of his jeans, hopping on one foot for a moment to get them off, and Don catches him when he starts to tip over. Don is grinning at him and Charlie grins back, feeling a little giddy.
Don grabs him, maneuvers him towards the bed, and Charlie twists around, pushing Don onto the mattress.
Don raises an eyebrow.
"Lie down," Charlie says.
"I thought you wanted me to take my pants off," Don smirks, reaching for his belt.
Charlie shakes his head and smiles. "I've got it. Just lie down."
Don complies, laughing when Charlie climbs on top of him. "I could get-" his voice breaks as Charlie bites down lightly on one of his nipples. "Could get used to letting you do all the work," he finishes breathlessly.
Charlie half-ignores him, biting his way down Don's chest while he unbuckles and unzips his pants. He tugs at them and Don lifts his hips obligingly, letting Charlie pull off his pants and underwear. Charlie straddles his thighs, letting their cocks brush against each other and watches as Don gasps and bucks his hips. Charlie grasps Don's cock lightly and waits for him to close his eyes before fumbling with one hand at the cuff holder on Don's discarded belt.
When he has the cuffs in one hand he scoots forward, moving up to kiss Don again. He flicks his tongue alongside Don's and shifts against him, drawing a moan from his brother. Carefully, nonchalantly, as though he can pull something on an FBI agent without him noticing, he brings Don's arms up above his head and quickly snaps the cuffs onto one of his wrists.
Don notices.
"What the hell..." Don tips his head back, looking at his wrists where Charlie is attempting to close the cuff around his other wrist. Don starts laughing, and it's all Charlie needs to catch his hand and cuff him into place.
"Shit."
Charlie grins down at him. "Comfortable?"
"Except for the fact that these are regulation cuffs and my wrists will get torn up if I move, yeah, sure."
"I guess you'd better not move, then, wouldn't you say?"
"Damn it, Charlie, I want to be able to touch you," Don complains, wriggling his hips under Charlie.
"You have to wait your turn. You can get pretty dominating in bed."
"Is that...?" Don turns serious. "Do we need to talk about this or something? Did I..."
"It's fine," Charlie says dismissively. "I like it. I just want to reverse things every now and then."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So, we done talking? Can I get back to what I was doing?"
Don grins. "Only if what you were doing was getting ready to blow me."
Charlie fakes consideration. "I was thinking about getting a sandwich," he says, and starts to climb off of Don. "You want one?"
Don bucks his hips and Charlie rides it out. He tilts his head. "What?" he asks.
"Charles Edward Eppes, I swear to God, if you don't suck my dick right now I will kick your ass."
Charlie lets a slow grin slide across his face. "That's funny, Don," he says, leaning down to bite at his earlobe, "because from where I'm sitting it looks like you're in no position to be threatening anyone."
Don throws back his head in frustration and Charlie laughs, taking advantage of his exposed throat by sucking his way down it to Don's chest. He runs his fingers through Don's dark chest hair and quickly licks a path down to his cock. Don jerks as he touches his tongue to the tip and moans when Charlie takes the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently.
"C'mon, Charlie. Fuck, harder, please," Don moans, voice breaking. Charlie looks up from under his lashes to see Don staring down at him, eyes blown wide open. He opens his mouth a little wider, taking another inch into his mouth, and sucks, hard.
Don's hips buck upwards and Charlie pulls back, grinning at the rattle of chain from the headboard. Don bites off a curse when he realizes his hands are still bound. Charlie starts sucking in earnest, pressing Don's hips down to keep from choking, until Don is sweating and moaning above him.
"God, Charlie, please, please... Let me fuck you, I need to fuck you, please," he's saying, and the need in his voice gets to Charlie more than the time and distance had. He pulls off and crawls up Don's body, kissing him as he reaches into the nightstand drawer for the lube.
"Let me... Uncuff me so I can-" Don starts, but Charlie pulls back, shaking his head.
"I've got it," he says, and grins, as he opens the tube and kneels over Don, straddling his waist. He flips open the cap and coats his fingers generously, watching out of the corner of his eye as Don's eyes widen.
"Fuck," Don breathes, as Charlie reaches back. He rests his other hand on Don's chest, steadying himself, and closes his eyes as he presses two fingers inside. He feels a familiar heady rush, too much and not enough at once, and relaxes into it, working another finger into his ass and opening his eyes only at a near-whimper from Don. He looks almost tortured.
"Fuck, Charlie, you look, oh God, look so goddamn hot like that, fucking yourself on your fingers. Shit," he moans. "Shit, shit, let me fuck you, Charlie, now, please."
"Yeah," Charlie breathes, carefully extracting his fingers and reaching to open the lube again in order to squeeze some onto Don's cock. "Yeah," he says again, and he shifts, lining himself up.
Don lets out a choked noise as Charlie sinks down slowly. Don's almost trembling beneath him, holding perfectly still as Charlie takes him in. Charlie wiggles his hips a little, settling down, and Don groans.
"Oh, God..."
"God, you feel good," Charlie whispers, raising up slowly. He soon gets a rhythm going and Don's hips snap up to meet him. Don is tugging at the handcuffs and Charlie is craving his fingers, so he reaches for Don's pants, discarded next to them on the bed. "Where's the key?"
Don chokes out a laugh. "On... key ring, front pocket. Fuck."
When he frees Don's hands, they immediately come down to grasp his hips. Don thrusts up into him and Charlie throws back his head, moaning. Don pulls him down and flips them over, pinning Charlie to the mattress. He's grinning down at him. "You'll pay for that now, buddy."
Don grips Charlie's wrists tight above his head with one hand and strokes Charlie's cock with the other.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Don."
"Later," Don whispers in his ear, "I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, drag it out until you're begging me. But now," he emphasizes his words with a quick thrust, "now I really want to see you come." He tightens his grip on Charlie's cock, jerking him off quickly as he pounds into him, and in a moment Charlie is over the edge, skin hot and sensitive, overly aware of the stretch of Don's cock, the fingers on his own, Don's teeth nipping at his lips, and he comes.
Don stiffens above him and bites his shoulder, groaning quietly and slowing to a halt. "Fuck," he mutters against Charlie's skin. They're both breathing heavily, waiting to come down, and after a moment Don pulls out slowly, flopping onto the bed next to Charlie. Charlie wriggles closer and Don tucks him under one arm, shifting to pull the blankets up around them.
"Damn, I missed you," he says sleepily, dropping a kiss on top of Charlie's head.
"Yeah, me too," Charlie says. "Those math nerds--my esteemed colleagues, I mean--didn't show me quite as good a time as you do."
Don chuckles, pulls him closer, and yawns. "That's good. I wouldn't want to have to go hunt them down."
--The End--
Author: sororcula
Title: Seems I Had My Mind On You
Pairing: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest. Inappropriate use of standard-issue handcuffs.
Summary: Don and Charlie missed each other.
Charlie is killing him.
Okay, that's not quite right. Seeing Charlie, being around Charlie, and not being able to touch Charlie... that's what's killing him. It's been a week since they've seen each other, Charlie away at one of those math conferences he loves so much, and the first time they're together since he got back is at work, of all places.
Charlie knows it, too. He keeps shooting Don these goddamn sultry looks when he thinks nobody else is watching and if Don so much as twitches in response, Charlie's face breaks out into a grin. Once he even winked.
Jesus.
You want me, Charlie smirks.
Don raises his eyebrows. Just wait until I get you home.
Charlie pretends to keep his cool but Don spots the slight jump when Megan touches his shoulder to ask a question, hears him stammer out a distracted response. Don turns away, hiding his own grin and praying for patience.
* * *
It's five hours before they can get away, and Don has a rule about doing anything outside of the house, right down to no touching, even in the car, so Charlie is still completely worked up by the time they get to Don's apartment. He's been scolded too many times for forgetting the hallway and doorway rules, so he heads straight for the bedroom while Don locks the door.
He's got his shoes and shirt off by the time Don appears in the doorway, toeing off his own shoes. Don wastes no time, tugging him close and kissing him breathless before Charlie can even think.
God, a week, a week without this, and Charlie had been almost frightened by how much he'd missed Don, a thousand miles away from home and from this. It feels like an addiction.
He tilts his head up to match Don's kisses and wraps his arms around Don's waist. Don is working at Charlie's belt buckle, so Charlie starts to pull Don's shirt out of his pants when he feels them at the base of his back and grins. Handcuffs, clipped in their holder to Don's belt.
"What's so funny?" Don asks, sucking along Charlie's jaw.
"Nothing," Charlie says. "Why are your clothes still on?"
Don laughs and pulls away far enough to yank his shirt over his head. Charlie watches, admiring the planes of Don's chest, while he finishes unbuckling his belt. He steps out of his jeans, hopping on one foot for a moment to get them off, and Don catches him when he starts to tip over. Don is grinning at him and Charlie grins back, feeling a little giddy.
Don grabs him, maneuvers him towards the bed, and Charlie twists around, pushing Don onto the mattress.
Don raises an eyebrow.
"Lie down," Charlie says.
"I thought you wanted me to take my pants off," Don smirks, reaching for his belt.
Charlie shakes his head and smiles. "I've got it. Just lie down."
Don complies, laughing when Charlie climbs on top of him. "I could get-" his voice breaks as Charlie bites down lightly on one of his nipples. "Could get used to letting you do all the work," he finishes breathlessly.
Charlie half-ignores him, biting his way down Don's chest while he unbuckles and unzips his pants. He tugs at them and Don lifts his hips obligingly, letting Charlie pull off his pants and underwear. Charlie straddles his thighs, letting their cocks brush against each other and watches as Don gasps and bucks his hips. Charlie grasps Don's cock lightly and waits for him to close his eyes before fumbling with one hand at the cuff holder on Don's discarded belt.
When he has the cuffs in one hand he scoots forward, moving up to kiss Don again. He flicks his tongue alongside Don's and shifts against him, drawing a moan from his brother. Carefully, nonchalantly, as though he can pull something on an FBI agent without him noticing, he brings Don's arms up above his head and quickly snaps the cuffs onto one of his wrists.
Don notices.
"What the hell..." Don tips his head back, looking at his wrists where Charlie is attempting to close the cuff around his other wrist. Don starts laughing, and it's all Charlie needs to catch his hand and cuff him into place.
"Shit."
Charlie grins down at him. "Comfortable?"
"Except for the fact that these are regulation cuffs and my wrists will get torn up if I move, yeah, sure."
"I guess you'd better not move, then, wouldn't you say?"
"Damn it, Charlie, I want to be able to touch you," Don complains, wriggling his hips under Charlie.
"You have to wait your turn. You can get pretty dominating in bed."
"Is that...?" Don turns serious. "Do we need to talk about this or something? Did I..."
"It's fine," Charlie says dismissively. "I like it. I just want to reverse things every now and then."
"Oh."
"Yeah. So, we done talking? Can I get back to what I was doing?"
Don grins. "Only if what you were doing was getting ready to blow me."
Charlie fakes consideration. "I was thinking about getting a sandwich," he says, and starts to climb off of Don. "You want one?"
Don bucks his hips and Charlie rides it out. He tilts his head. "What?" he asks.
"Charles Edward Eppes, I swear to God, if you don't suck my dick right now I will kick your ass."
Charlie lets a slow grin slide across his face. "That's funny, Don," he says, leaning down to bite at his earlobe, "because from where I'm sitting it looks like you're in no position to be threatening anyone."
Don throws back his head in frustration and Charlie laughs, taking advantage of his exposed throat by sucking his way down it to Don's chest. He runs his fingers through Don's dark chest hair and quickly licks a path down to his cock. Don jerks as he touches his tongue to the tip and moans when Charlie takes the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently.
"C'mon, Charlie. Fuck, harder, please," Don moans, voice breaking. Charlie looks up from under his lashes to see Don staring down at him, eyes blown wide open. He opens his mouth a little wider, taking another inch into his mouth, and sucks, hard.
Don's hips buck upwards and Charlie pulls back, grinning at the rattle of chain from the headboard. Don bites off a curse when he realizes his hands are still bound. Charlie starts sucking in earnest, pressing Don's hips down to keep from choking, until Don is sweating and moaning above him.
"God, Charlie, please, please... Let me fuck you, I need to fuck you, please," he's saying, and the need in his voice gets to Charlie more than the time and distance had. He pulls off and crawls up Don's body, kissing him as he reaches into the nightstand drawer for the lube.
"Let me... Uncuff me so I can-" Don starts, but Charlie pulls back, shaking his head.
"I've got it," he says, and grins, as he opens the tube and kneels over Don, straddling his waist. He flips open the cap and coats his fingers generously, watching out of the corner of his eye as Don's eyes widen.
"Fuck," Don breathes, as Charlie reaches back. He rests his other hand on Don's chest, steadying himself, and closes his eyes as he presses two fingers inside. He feels a familiar heady rush, too much and not enough at once, and relaxes into it, working another finger into his ass and opening his eyes only at a near-whimper from Don. He looks almost tortured.
"Fuck, Charlie, you look, oh God, look so goddamn hot like that, fucking yourself on your fingers. Shit," he moans. "Shit, shit, let me fuck you, Charlie, now, please."
"Yeah," Charlie breathes, carefully extracting his fingers and reaching to open the lube again in order to squeeze some onto Don's cock. "Yeah," he says again, and he shifts, lining himself up.
Don lets out a choked noise as Charlie sinks down slowly. Don's almost trembling beneath him, holding perfectly still as Charlie takes him in. Charlie wiggles his hips a little, settling down, and Don groans.
"Oh, God..."
"God, you feel good," Charlie whispers, raising up slowly. He soon gets a rhythm going and Don's hips snap up to meet him. Don is tugging at the handcuffs and Charlie is craving his fingers, so he reaches for Don's pants, discarded next to them on the bed. "Where's the key?"
Don chokes out a laugh. "On... key ring, front pocket. Fuck."
When he frees Don's hands, they immediately come down to grasp his hips. Don thrusts up into him and Charlie throws back his head, moaning. Don pulls him down and flips them over, pinning Charlie to the mattress. He's grinning down at him. "You'll pay for that now, buddy."
Don grips Charlie's wrists tight above his head with one hand and strokes Charlie's cock with the other.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Don."
"Later," Don whispers in his ear, "I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, drag it out until you're begging me. But now," he emphasizes his words with a quick thrust, "now I really want to see you come." He tightens his grip on Charlie's cock, jerking him off quickly as he pounds into him, and in a moment Charlie is over the edge, skin hot and sensitive, overly aware of the stretch of Don's cock, the fingers on his own, Don's teeth nipping at his lips, and he comes.
Don stiffens above him and bites his shoulder, groaning quietly and slowing to a halt. "Fuck," he mutters against Charlie's skin. They're both breathing heavily, waiting to come down, and after a moment Don pulls out slowly, flopping onto the bed next to Charlie. Charlie wriggles closer and Don tucks him under one arm, shifting to pull the blankets up around them.
"Damn, I missed you," he says sleepily, dropping a kiss on top of Charlie's head.
"Yeah, me too," Charlie says. "Those math nerds--my esteemed colleagues, I mean--didn't show me quite as good a time as you do."
Don chuckles, pulls him closer, and yawns. "That's good. I wouldn't want to have to go hunt them down."
--The End--