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numb3rsflashficTitle: Resolutions
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash
Word Count: 1355
Spoilers: Minor for 2.01 Judgment Call and 2.09 Toxin.
Summary: Don and Charlie make their New Year’s resolutions.
Notes/Warning: None
Written: December 30, 2005
“Hey, where’s Charlie?” Don asked as he took a plastic champagne cup from the tray his father held out.
“I don’t know,” Alan said, looking around the living room. “He was here just a minute ago.”
“I think he went outside,” Larry said as he took two cups off the proffered tray and handed one to Megan.
“Thank you, Dr. Fleinhardt.”
“You’re welcome. And please, call me Larry.”
“All right, Larry.”
He smiled at Megan, then turned back to Don. “He said something about fresh air, at any rate.”
“I told him not to drink too much,” Alan muttered as he moved off with the tray to serve the rest of their guests.
Don grabbed another cup of champagne before his father got too far away, and then headed for the back of the house. “I’ll find him.”
Don didn’t bother with a jacket. It was warm enough out for the little bit of time it would take him to find Charlie. He pulled the back door open, carefully balancing the two champagne cups in one hand, then pushed the screen door open with his shoulder as he pulled the door shut behind him
Charlie wasn’t on the porch, so Don continued down the steps and looked around the back yard. There were shadows that could have hidden Charlie, but Don didn’t sense his brother there. He walked around the side of the house and found Charlie squatting beside the koi pond.
“Hey.”
Charlie looked up at him and smiled. “Hey.”
“You’re going to miss the ball dropping.”
Charlie just shrugged, but he stood and took the champagne cup that Don handed him.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Thinking.”
They heard the countdown begin inside the house as someone yelled, “Ten!” and then everyone joined in on “Nine!”
“About what?”
Charlie looked back down at the small pond. “Us.”
“Six! Five!”
“What about us?” Don asked, even though he knew he was treading on dangerous ground. He’d thought this subject had been closed, despite the fact that he’d never been able to stop thinking about the possibilities. Even though it had looked for a while there like Charlie was moving on with Amita.
After a moment, Charlie raised his head and looked at Don. He remained silent and the countdown to the new year filled the night around them.
“Two! One! Happy New Year!”
Someone blew on a noisemaker, but Charlie’s gaze never left Don’s.
“Happy New Year, Don,” Charlie said, raising his cup.
“Happy New Year, Charlie.” Don raised his cup and tapped the rim against Charlie’s. He waited until Charlie lifted his cup to his lips before taking a sip of his own champagne.
Don slowly lowered his cup as Charlie took a step towards him, closed his eyes and tipped his head back as Charlie’s hand slid around his neck. It almost felt like a dream; he’d woken many times with the memory of Charlie’s touch on his skin.
“Happy New Year.”
Charlie’s breath ghosted across Don’s lips just before Charlie kissed him. It was dry and closed-lipped, and would have been chaste if it had been anyone but Charlie.
Don opened his eyes as Charlie pulled away from him. He watched Charlie take another sip of the champagne and then lick his lips before moving in for another kiss.
“Charlie, we agreed...,” Don got out before Charlie’s lips silenced him.
They were warm and wet, and he sucked on Don’s bottom lip, tugging it gently before letting it go with a barely audible ‘pop’.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Charlie said.
Don lifted his hand and placed his fingers across Charlie’s lips as if he could silence him, make him take back the words.
Charlie parted his lips and licked Don’s fingers, then turned his head and sucked his thumb into his mouth.
Don had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound as Charlie’s touch sent shivers of desire coursing through his body.
When Charlie released him, Don slowly pulled his hand away. The night air felt cool on his thumb and he could still feel Charlie’s mouth around it, the wet slick of his tongue, the sting of teeth.
He watched as Charlie raised the cup to his lips and finished his champagne, licked suddenly dry lips as Charlie’s throat worked to swallow. The night fell silent and still, and the hush was like a weight on Don’s shoulders.
Charlie dropped the empty champagne cup to the ground. “I want to reopen negotiations.” He took Don’s face in both his hands and kissed him. He licked and nipped hungrily at Don’s lips, urging Don to part them, to welcome him in.
Don’s cup fell from his fingers as his resolve broke. He wrapped one arm around Charlie’s back and pulled him in close; the other hand went to Charlie’s hair and used it to anchor his head as Don took control of the kiss.
Charlie moaned and eagerly parted his lips. He tasted like champagne and the canapes their father had served, and Don wanted to kiss him until he’d kissed their taste away, until all he could taste was Charlie.
Charlie’s arms went around his shoulders and he held on tight, his body pressing against Don’s, the fit familiar and perfect.
Don lifted his head. “Charlie.”
“Don, please.”
Don buried his face in Charlie’s neck, his tongue finding the spots that made Charlie’s knees go weak and caused that little noise that went straight to Don’s cock. He pulled Charlie’s head back, exposing his throat, and Charlie gasped. When Don hesitated, Charlie’s hands went to the back of his head and pressed him to the vulnerable expanse of skin.
Don licked and sucked and nibbled, his hand moving to Charlie’s ass as Charlie ground against him. And then he heard the squeak of the back door opening, and it was like a splash of cold water. He lifted his head and gently pushed Charlie away.
Charlie’s fingers dug into Don’s shoulder. “No, Donny....”
“Someone’s coming,” Don said, but Charlie just looked at him, uncomprehending. He kissed Charlie softly, and then repeated, “Someone’s coming.”
Don saw the understanding reach Charlie’s eyes, and then Charlie stepped back and ran his fingers through mussed hair in an attempt to fix it.
“We’ll talk later,” Don said.
“Promise?”
Don’s eyes traveled down Charlie’s body and paused at the outline of his hard-on. “Promise,” he said, then glanced up in time to see the blush as Charlie hastily rearranged himself inside his pants.
With a smile, Don bent down, surreptitiously shifting his own dick, and retrieved their cups. He stood and placed his hand on Charlie’s shoulder as they walked towards the back of the house. They met their father coming around the side.
“Hey, there you are! You two missed the countdown.”
“We heard it from out here,” Don said, holding up the empty cups. “We even toasted the new year and drank the champagne. Which was excellent, by the way.”
“Oh, good.” Alan looked around. “What were you guys doing out here?”
“Making our New Year’s resolutions,” Charlie said. He didn’t look at Don, but Don could see the small smile curving his lips.
“Oh yeah? Well, did they happen to include getting a driver’s license?”
“Why do I need a license when I have you two to drive me around?”
Charlie put one arm around his father’s waist, and the other around Don’s, and led them to the back door.
“No, seriously,” Alan said.
“Seriously.”
“Don, help me out here,” Alan pleaded.
Don laughed, and when Charlie looked over at him, couldn’t help stroking Charlie’s neck with his thumb just to see the way Charlie’s eyes went all dark and hooded.
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ve got it covered.”
“You’re going to teach him how to drive? You do remember what happened when you tried to teach him when he turned sixteen, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I remember, and I’ll teach him. Until then, I’ll take him anywhere he wants to go.”
Charlie’s eyes widened, and then he smiled again, his fingers curling into Don’s shirt as he bumped his hip.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash
Word Count: 1355
Spoilers: Minor for 2.01 Judgment Call and 2.09 Toxin.
Summary: Don and Charlie make their New Year’s resolutions.
Notes/Warning: None
Written: December 30, 2005
“Hey, where’s Charlie?” Don asked as he took a plastic champagne cup from the tray his father held out.
“I don’t know,” Alan said, looking around the living room. “He was here just a minute ago.”
“I think he went outside,” Larry said as he took two cups off the proffered tray and handed one to Megan.
“Thank you, Dr. Fleinhardt.”
“You’re welcome. And please, call me Larry.”
“All right, Larry.”
He smiled at Megan, then turned back to Don. “He said something about fresh air, at any rate.”
“I told him not to drink too much,” Alan muttered as he moved off with the tray to serve the rest of their guests.
Don grabbed another cup of champagne before his father got too far away, and then headed for the back of the house. “I’ll find him.”
Don didn’t bother with a jacket. It was warm enough out for the little bit of time it would take him to find Charlie. He pulled the back door open, carefully balancing the two champagne cups in one hand, then pushed the screen door open with his shoulder as he pulled the door shut behind him
Charlie wasn’t on the porch, so Don continued down the steps and looked around the back yard. There were shadows that could have hidden Charlie, but Don didn’t sense his brother there. He walked around the side of the house and found Charlie squatting beside the koi pond.
“Hey.”
Charlie looked up at him and smiled. “Hey.”
“You’re going to miss the ball dropping.”
Charlie just shrugged, but he stood and took the champagne cup that Don handed him.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Thinking.”
They heard the countdown begin inside the house as someone yelled, “Ten!” and then everyone joined in on “Nine!”
“About what?”
Charlie looked back down at the small pond. “Us.”
“Six! Five!”
“What about us?” Don asked, even though he knew he was treading on dangerous ground. He’d thought this subject had been closed, despite the fact that he’d never been able to stop thinking about the possibilities. Even though it had looked for a while there like Charlie was moving on with Amita.
After a moment, Charlie raised his head and looked at Don. He remained silent and the countdown to the new year filled the night around them.
“Two! One! Happy New Year!”
Someone blew on a noisemaker, but Charlie’s gaze never left Don’s.
“Happy New Year, Don,” Charlie said, raising his cup.
“Happy New Year, Charlie.” Don raised his cup and tapped the rim against Charlie’s. He waited until Charlie lifted his cup to his lips before taking a sip of his own champagne.
Don slowly lowered his cup as Charlie took a step towards him, closed his eyes and tipped his head back as Charlie’s hand slid around his neck. It almost felt like a dream; he’d woken many times with the memory of Charlie’s touch on his skin.
“Happy New Year.”
Charlie’s breath ghosted across Don’s lips just before Charlie kissed him. It was dry and closed-lipped, and would have been chaste if it had been anyone but Charlie.
Don opened his eyes as Charlie pulled away from him. He watched Charlie take another sip of the champagne and then lick his lips before moving in for another kiss.
“Charlie, we agreed...,” Don got out before Charlie’s lips silenced him.
They were warm and wet, and he sucked on Don’s bottom lip, tugging it gently before letting it go with a barely audible ‘pop’.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Charlie said.
Don lifted his hand and placed his fingers across Charlie’s lips as if he could silence him, make him take back the words.
Charlie parted his lips and licked Don’s fingers, then turned his head and sucked his thumb into his mouth.
Don had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound as Charlie’s touch sent shivers of desire coursing through his body.
When Charlie released him, Don slowly pulled his hand away. The night air felt cool on his thumb and he could still feel Charlie’s mouth around it, the wet slick of his tongue, the sting of teeth.
He watched as Charlie raised the cup to his lips and finished his champagne, licked suddenly dry lips as Charlie’s throat worked to swallow. The night fell silent and still, and the hush was like a weight on Don’s shoulders.
Charlie dropped the empty champagne cup to the ground. “I want to reopen negotiations.” He took Don’s face in both his hands and kissed him. He licked and nipped hungrily at Don’s lips, urging Don to part them, to welcome him in.
Don’s cup fell from his fingers as his resolve broke. He wrapped one arm around Charlie’s back and pulled him in close; the other hand went to Charlie’s hair and used it to anchor his head as Don took control of the kiss.
Charlie moaned and eagerly parted his lips. He tasted like champagne and the canapes their father had served, and Don wanted to kiss him until he’d kissed their taste away, until all he could taste was Charlie.
Charlie’s arms went around his shoulders and he held on tight, his body pressing against Don’s, the fit familiar and perfect.
Don lifted his head. “Charlie.”
“Don, please.”
Don buried his face in Charlie’s neck, his tongue finding the spots that made Charlie’s knees go weak and caused that little noise that went straight to Don’s cock. He pulled Charlie’s head back, exposing his throat, and Charlie gasped. When Don hesitated, Charlie’s hands went to the back of his head and pressed him to the vulnerable expanse of skin.
Don licked and sucked and nibbled, his hand moving to Charlie’s ass as Charlie ground against him. And then he heard the squeak of the back door opening, and it was like a splash of cold water. He lifted his head and gently pushed Charlie away.
Charlie’s fingers dug into Don’s shoulder. “No, Donny....”
“Someone’s coming,” Don said, but Charlie just looked at him, uncomprehending. He kissed Charlie softly, and then repeated, “Someone’s coming.”
Don saw the understanding reach Charlie’s eyes, and then Charlie stepped back and ran his fingers through mussed hair in an attempt to fix it.
“We’ll talk later,” Don said.
“Promise?”
Don’s eyes traveled down Charlie’s body and paused at the outline of his hard-on. “Promise,” he said, then glanced up in time to see the blush as Charlie hastily rearranged himself inside his pants.
With a smile, Don bent down, surreptitiously shifting his own dick, and retrieved their cups. He stood and placed his hand on Charlie’s shoulder as they walked towards the back of the house. They met their father coming around the side.
“Hey, there you are! You two missed the countdown.”
“We heard it from out here,” Don said, holding up the empty cups. “We even toasted the new year and drank the champagne. Which was excellent, by the way.”
“Oh, good.” Alan looked around. “What were you guys doing out here?”
“Making our New Year’s resolutions,” Charlie said. He didn’t look at Don, but Don could see the small smile curving his lips.
“Oh yeah? Well, did they happen to include getting a driver’s license?”
“Why do I need a license when I have you two to drive me around?”
Charlie put one arm around his father’s waist, and the other around Don’s, and led them to the back door.
“No, seriously,” Alan said.
“Seriously.”
“Don, help me out here,” Alan pleaded.
Don laughed, and when Charlie looked over at him, couldn’t help stroking Charlie’s neck with his thumb just to see the way Charlie’s eyes went all dark and hooded.
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ve got it covered.”
“You’re going to teach him how to drive? You do remember what happened when you tried to teach him when he turned sixteen, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I remember, and I’ll teach him. Until then, I’ll take him anywhere he wants to go.”
Charlie’s eyes widened, and then he smiled again, his fingers curling into Don’s shirt as he bumped his hip.
