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numb3rsflashficTitle: A Moveable Feast
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 703
Disclaimer: This is done for love, not profit
A/N: I think this still counts as flashfic as it's less than 1000 words! The title is an obscure one, but that's the power of Google and Wiki *g* It was a live album recorded by Fairport Convention in the 1970s. A moveable feast is a Christian festival whose date is not fixed in the calendar, based around Easter, which is the ultimate moveable feast...
Don walked up behind Charlie, who stood at the stove in the kitchen of his apartment. Putting his arms around Charlie's waist, he hummed in approval.
"Something smells good," he purred, licking the side of Charlie's neck.
Charlie squeaked a little as Don hit a particularly sensitive spot, before replying. "Its beef and vegetable stew and your favorite honey wheat bread."
"No, it's not," Don contradicted, "it's sandalwood and a whole bunch of other things I don't recognize." He licked some more, then bit one of Charlie's ear lobes, earning a whine and a backwards push from Charlie.
"I, uh, I was help, helping, Amita, today," Charlie finally stuttered out, groaning as he responded to Don's caresses, pushing his hips backwards so his ass pressed against the hard length of Don's cock.
Don slid his hands under Charlie's T-shirt, then stroked up Charlie's chest, to pinch a nipple. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. "Please explain."
"It was, uh, it was an experiment," Charlie said in a rush. "God, Don!"
Don smirked at Charlie's reaction to having his cock squeezed through the thin material of his sweat pants. "Carry on," he instructed, not letting up on his sensual assault of Charlie's body.
"She, uh, Amita needed someone to, uh, to test the fragrances on," he explained. "She was trying to get a new cologne blended for her father's birthday and the store's male assistant wasn't in." Charlie paused to breathe heavily and try to gather his composure.
Don paused as well, not wanting to drive Charlie over the edge just yet. After a minute, Charlie continued his story. "Because the, um, the male assistant wasn't there, I agreed to help out by letting her put the testers on me, so she could find out how they smelt on a man."
"Right," Don said. "So, basically it was a perfume testing session."
Charlie snorted at that, but agreed. "I guess so," he said.
"Alright, then," Don said. "Explanation accepted. Now, come for me." With that, he stuck his hand in Charlie's pants and stroked once, hard, just how Charlie liked it, and with a wail, Charlie obeyed Don's instructions, pumping his come over his brother's hand.
Once Charlie was limp in his arms, Don gently maneuvered him away from the stove and over to the table. He lowered Charlie so his upper body rested on the table, then pulled his sweat pants down one handed, then eased Charlie's legs apart. Using the come still on his hand, Don quickly coated his own cock, then used his thumb to press into Charlie's hole. Charlie moaned and shifted his hips backwards.
Don withdrew his thumb and replaced with two fingers, quickly stretching Charlie to accommodate him. Satisfied with his minimal preparation, he wiped his hand on his T-shirt, then hurriedly pulled his pants undone and down his legs. Shuffling forward, he parted Charlie's ass and slid his cock home in one long, smooth stroke.
Both men moaned at the penetration, welcoming the burn of Don's cock piercing Charlie's tight ass, savoring their connection as always. Don's thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but he was too close to the edge to maintain that pace for long. Soon, he was thrusting hard and fast, slamming into Charlie's ass repeatedly. Charlie moaned and whined beneath him, hips pushing backwards, wordlessly encouraging Don to give him more, harder, faster, until Don came with a shout, emptying himself into Charlie's welcome heat. He just about managed to get a hand under Charlie, who was hard again, and used a few quick strokes to bring him off a second time.
Exhausted and drained, Charlie came with a whimper, breathing hard as he felt Don's weight on his back. Don rested there briefly, before carefully pulling out of Charlie's ass and moving away to slump into a dining chair, Charlie did the same, neither of them caring about their half-dressed state.
Once they recovered, Don helped Charlie dress again, then cleaned up the floor, while Charlie rescued the extremely well done bread from the oven and served up the stew. Finally, they sat at the table together, exchanging a long, loving kiss before settling down to eat dinner, enjoying the closeness as always.
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 703
Disclaimer: This is done for love, not profit
A/N: I think this still counts as flashfic as it's less than 1000 words! The title is an obscure one, but that's the power of Google and Wiki *g* It was a live album recorded by Fairport Convention in the 1970s. A moveable feast is a Christian festival whose date is not fixed in the calendar, based around Easter, which is the ultimate moveable feast...
Don walked up behind Charlie, who stood at the stove in the kitchen of his apartment. Putting his arms around Charlie's waist, he hummed in approval.
"Something smells good," he purred, licking the side of Charlie's neck.
Charlie squeaked a little as Don hit a particularly sensitive spot, before replying. "Its beef and vegetable stew and your favorite honey wheat bread."
"No, it's not," Don contradicted, "it's sandalwood and a whole bunch of other things I don't recognize." He licked some more, then bit one of Charlie's ear lobes, earning a whine and a backwards push from Charlie.
"I, uh, I was help, helping, Amita, today," Charlie finally stuttered out, groaning as he responded to Don's caresses, pushing his hips backwards so his ass pressed against the hard length of Don's cock.
Don slid his hands under Charlie's T-shirt, then stroked up Charlie's chest, to pinch a nipple. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. "Please explain."
"It was, uh, it was an experiment," Charlie said in a rush. "God, Don!"
Don smirked at Charlie's reaction to having his cock squeezed through the thin material of his sweat pants. "Carry on," he instructed, not letting up on his sensual assault of Charlie's body.
"She, uh, Amita needed someone to, uh, to test the fragrances on," he explained. "She was trying to get a new cologne blended for her father's birthday and the store's male assistant wasn't in." Charlie paused to breathe heavily and try to gather his composure.
Don paused as well, not wanting to drive Charlie over the edge just yet. After a minute, Charlie continued his story. "Because the, um, the male assistant wasn't there, I agreed to help out by letting her put the testers on me, so she could find out how they smelt on a man."
"Right," Don said. "So, basically it was a perfume testing session."
Charlie snorted at that, but agreed. "I guess so," he said.
"Alright, then," Don said. "Explanation accepted. Now, come for me." With that, he stuck his hand in Charlie's pants and stroked once, hard, just how Charlie liked it, and with a wail, Charlie obeyed Don's instructions, pumping his come over his brother's hand.
Once Charlie was limp in his arms, Don gently maneuvered him away from the stove and over to the table. He lowered Charlie so his upper body rested on the table, then pulled his sweat pants down one handed, then eased Charlie's legs apart. Using the come still on his hand, Don quickly coated his own cock, then used his thumb to press into Charlie's hole. Charlie moaned and shifted his hips backwards.
Don withdrew his thumb and replaced with two fingers, quickly stretching Charlie to accommodate him. Satisfied with his minimal preparation, he wiped his hand on his T-shirt, then hurriedly pulled his pants undone and down his legs. Shuffling forward, he parted Charlie's ass and slid his cock home in one long, smooth stroke.
Both men moaned at the penetration, welcoming the burn of Don's cock piercing Charlie's tight ass, savoring their connection as always. Don's thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but he was too close to the edge to maintain that pace for long. Soon, he was thrusting hard and fast, slamming into Charlie's ass repeatedly. Charlie moaned and whined beneath him, hips pushing backwards, wordlessly encouraging Don to give him more, harder, faster, until Don came with a shout, emptying himself into Charlie's welcome heat. He just about managed to get a hand under Charlie, who was hard again, and used a few quick strokes to bring him off a second time.
Exhausted and drained, Charlie came with a whimper, breathing hard as he felt Don's weight on his back. Don rested there briefly, before carefully pulling out of Charlie's ass and moving away to slump into a dining chair, Charlie did the same, neither of them caring about their half-dressed state.
Once they recovered, Don helped Charlie dress again, then cleaned up the floor, while Charlie rescued the extremely well done bread from the oven and served up the stew. Finally, they sat at the table together, exchanging a long, loving kiss before settling down to eat dinner, enjoying the closeness as always.
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Date: 2006-11-25 01:37 am (UTC)Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
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Date: 2006-11-25 02:35 am (UTC)Ironically, if this had been about half the size it would have been perfect for the Feast prompt over at
-Emma
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Date: 2006-11-25 09:14 am (UTC)I would have liked to have posted it for
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