More Than I'd Hoped For, More Than I Thought I'd Get, Don/Charlie, Numb3rs
Title: More Than I'd Hoped For, More Than I Thought I'd Get
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings: Incest, drunken sex
Disclaimer: This isn't even my sandbox
Feedback: almost as good as a trip on the TARDIS
A/n: Written for melissima's Anti-Valentine's Day pr0n challenge. Enjoy.
"Leave the lights off," came Don's deep, slightly slurred voice out of the darkness as Charlie let himself into the apartment.
"Don?"
"In the living room," Don replied.
Charlie could barely make his brother's silhouette out in the light coming in from the street lamp. He watched as Don lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long drink. "How many of those have you had?"
"A few. Not enough."
"Don... are you drunk?" Charlie asked, stepping over to Don's chair. His eyes had adjusted enough to be able to make out some of the features of Don's face.
Don seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, "Yeah. Pretty close anyway."
Biting back the urge to sigh, Charlie reached out to take the beer out of Don's hand. "Come on. Put that down and let me help you get ready for bed."
"No."
"Don..."
"I said, no, Charlie. Why are you even here, anyway?"
"You were supposed to come for dinner and when you didn't show up I got worried." Charlie made another grab for the beer bottle, but Don yanked it out of his hand, throwing Charlie off balance and sending him sprawling into Don's lap. He ended up half straddling Don's legs, their chests pressed together.
Don's breath ghosted against his neck and he had to fight the urge to shiver, all of Don's scent and the warmth of his body overwhelming him. His breath came a little faster and he wondered if Don noticed. His question was almost immediately answered.
"You either let me drink this or you offer me something better," Don challenged, slipping his free hand under Charlie's shirt.
This time Charlie couldn't fight the shiver that sped through his body. Deep down, he knew Don would never ask this, would never want this from him of all people if he weren't drunk, but it might be his only chance. Digging deep and finding a courage he wasn't sure he knew he possessed, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Don's.
The kiss quickly became consuming as Don responded, the beer bottle hitting the side table with a thunk as he wrapped both arms around Charlie's body. Don took immediate control and Charlie let him, giving him whatever he wanted.
He wasn't sure exactly what brilliant move Don used to get them there, but they ended up on the floor, Don over him pulling frantically on Charlie's belt and snaking a hand into his pants as he kept Charlie off balance with fast, fierce kisses. He arched up into Don's touch, a moan pulling from the back of his throat.
Gathering whatever was left of his fast frying synapses, Charlie wormed his hands between them and got Don's pants open, taking his brother in hand. He tried to catalogue the feel and texture, the weight of him in his hands, but Don wasn't slowing down.
There was a moment of panic as Don shucked both of their pants and bent Charlie's legs back, wondering if Don intended to try to fuck him dry and unprepared. Thankfully, some instinct of Don's against hurting Charlie kicked in and he simply lined their cocks up, wrapping his hand around both of them and stroking fast and frantic.
Charlie hooked a leg around Don's calf, feeling the way his brother's body rocked as he thrust shallowly into his fist. He moaned and held on to Don's biceps, lifting his head enough to bury his head in Don's shoulder. The pleasure surged along his spine and he arched, coming hard, warm liquid splashing between their bodies.
"Charlie!" Don gasped, a mixture of surprise and awe in his voice. His whole body tensed and more warmth spread along his skin. He caught his breath as Don rolled to the side, sprawled next to him on the floor, naked and skin shiny with come. The silence spun out between them long enough that Charlie wondered if Don had passed out until Don sighed.
"I'm sorry," Don said quietly. "I shouldn't have--that wasn't--"
"Come on," Charlie said, pushing himself up off the floor and using his button-down to perfunctorily wipe his stomach off. He grabbed his pants and shoved them quickly back on, tossing the shirt onto Don's stomach. "If you sleep on the floor you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Let me put you into bed."
Slowly, Don pushed up from the floor and wiped his stomach off, not bothering with his pants. "Charlie..."
"Hush, now, Don," Charlie said, taking Don's elbow and leading him into the bedroom. He pulled the covers aside, and gently stripped Don's shirt, urging him down onto the cool sheets.
"Are you gonna stay with me?" Don asked, his voice thick.
Charlie wavered, his body urging him to just pretend a little longer that this was what Don wanted, that this had been something other than a convenient body to use for release. But he knew he was just fooling himself and staying would only make his heart ache that much more. Instead he leaned down and kissed Don's forehead.
"You don't really want to remember this in the morning," he murmured, tucking the sheets around Don. He brushed the hair off Don's forehead. "We both know that. It's okay, Don. It was more than I thought I'd ever get."
Don's mouth hung open but he didn't have a chance to respond as Charlie slipped quietly from the room and out the apartment door.
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings: Incest, drunken sex
Disclaimer: This isn't even my sandbox
Feedback: almost as good as a trip on the TARDIS
A/n: Written for melissima's Anti-Valentine's Day pr0n challenge. Enjoy.
"Leave the lights off," came Don's deep, slightly slurred voice out of the darkness as Charlie let himself into the apartment.
"Don?"
"In the living room," Don replied.
Charlie could barely make his brother's silhouette out in the light coming in from the street lamp. He watched as Don lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long drink. "How many of those have you had?"
"A few. Not enough."
"Don... are you drunk?" Charlie asked, stepping over to Don's chair. His eyes had adjusted enough to be able to make out some of the features of Don's face.
Don seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, "Yeah. Pretty close anyway."
Biting back the urge to sigh, Charlie reached out to take the beer out of Don's hand. "Come on. Put that down and let me help you get ready for bed."
"No."
"Don..."
"I said, no, Charlie. Why are you even here, anyway?"
"You were supposed to come for dinner and when you didn't show up I got worried." Charlie made another grab for the beer bottle, but Don yanked it out of his hand, throwing Charlie off balance and sending him sprawling into Don's lap. He ended up half straddling Don's legs, their chests pressed together.
Don's breath ghosted against his neck and he had to fight the urge to shiver, all of Don's scent and the warmth of his body overwhelming him. His breath came a little faster and he wondered if Don noticed. His question was almost immediately answered.
"You either let me drink this or you offer me something better," Don challenged, slipping his free hand under Charlie's shirt.
This time Charlie couldn't fight the shiver that sped through his body. Deep down, he knew Don would never ask this, would never want this from him of all people if he weren't drunk, but it might be his only chance. Digging deep and finding a courage he wasn't sure he knew he possessed, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Don's.
The kiss quickly became consuming as Don responded, the beer bottle hitting the side table with a thunk as he wrapped both arms around Charlie's body. Don took immediate control and Charlie let him, giving him whatever he wanted.
He wasn't sure exactly what brilliant move Don used to get them there, but they ended up on the floor, Don over him pulling frantically on Charlie's belt and snaking a hand into his pants as he kept Charlie off balance with fast, fierce kisses. He arched up into Don's touch, a moan pulling from the back of his throat.
Gathering whatever was left of his fast frying synapses, Charlie wormed his hands between them and got Don's pants open, taking his brother in hand. He tried to catalogue the feel and texture, the weight of him in his hands, but Don wasn't slowing down.
There was a moment of panic as Don shucked both of their pants and bent Charlie's legs back, wondering if Don intended to try to fuck him dry and unprepared. Thankfully, some instinct of Don's against hurting Charlie kicked in and he simply lined their cocks up, wrapping his hand around both of them and stroking fast and frantic.
Charlie hooked a leg around Don's calf, feeling the way his brother's body rocked as he thrust shallowly into his fist. He moaned and held on to Don's biceps, lifting his head enough to bury his head in Don's shoulder. The pleasure surged along his spine and he arched, coming hard, warm liquid splashing between their bodies.
"Charlie!" Don gasped, a mixture of surprise and awe in his voice. His whole body tensed and more warmth spread along his skin. He caught his breath as Don rolled to the side, sprawled next to him on the floor, naked and skin shiny with come. The silence spun out between them long enough that Charlie wondered if Don had passed out until Don sighed.
"I'm sorry," Don said quietly. "I shouldn't have--that wasn't--"
"Come on," Charlie said, pushing himself up off the floor and using his button-down to perfunctorily wipe his stomach off. He grabbed his pants and shoved them quickly back on, tossing the shirt onto Don's stomach. "If you sleep on the floor you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Let me put you into bed."
Slowly, Don pushed up from the floor and wiped his stomach off, not bothering with his pants. "Charlie..."
"Hush, now, Don," Charlie said, taking Don's elbow and leading him into the bedroom. He pulled the covers aside, and gently stripped Don's shirt, urging him down onto the cool sheets.
"Are you gonna stay with me?" Don asked, his voice thick.
Charlie wavered, his body urging him to just pretend a little longer that this was what Don wanted, that this had been something other than a convenient body to use for release. But he knew he was just fooling himself and staying would only make his heart ache that much more. Instead he leaned down and kissed Don's forehead.
"You don't really want to remember this in the morning," he murmured, tucking the sheets around Don. He brushed the hair off Don's forehead. "We both know that. It's okay, Don. It was more than I thought I'd ever get."
Don's mouth hung open but he didn't have a chance to respond as Charlie slipped quietly from the room and out the apartment door.