Numb3rs drabble: Give It A Shot (Charlie/anonymous, NC-17)
Title: Give It A Shot
Pairing: Charlie/anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cold, hard metal slides up along his thigh.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: Gun!porn. I often tell myself I can write anything for 100 words, and this is definitely one of those cases. I'm blaming neur0vanity for this one, too, because she said she wanted more after Doing No Good. Title once again from "Big Gun" by AC/DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I don't advocate mixing weapons and sex. This is just for fun.
Cold, hard metal slides up along his thigh, making him shiver. He shifts, trying to get away, or maybe closer, unable to make up his mind, and the hand around his wrist tightens, pressing hard into the mattress. His wrist aches, he's sure there will be a bruise, but it hardly registers in his mind behind the crazy mix of lust and fear building up as he feels the weapon move closer to its destination, almost brushing against his dick, and--
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, when it suddenly presses under his dick, against his balls, making his hips buck.
Pairing: Charlie/anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cold, hard metal slides up along his thigh.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: Gun!porn. I often tell myself I can write anything for 100 words, and this is definitely one of those cases. I'm blaming neur0vanity for this one, too, because she said she wanted more after Doing No Good. Title once again from "Big Gun" by AC/DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I don't advocate mixing weapons and sex. This is just for fun.
Cold, hard metal slides up along his thigh, making him shiver. He shifts, trying to get away, or maybe closer, unable to make up his mind, and the hand around his wrist tightens, pressing hard into the mattress. His wrist aches, he's sure there will be a bruise, but it hardly registers in his mind behind the crazy mix of lust and fear building up as he feels the weapon move closer to its destination, almost brushing against his dick, and--
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, when it suddenly presses under his dick, against his balls, making his hips buck.