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numb3rsflashficTitle: Those Curls
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Megan
Rating/Category: NC17
Spoilers: Judgment Call
Summary: Don fantasizes about Charlie's hair as it grows longer
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
He'd been fascinated by them since he was a little boy.
His hair got wavy as it got longer, which he hated so he kept it short, but Charlie had always had glossy ringlets that curled around Don's fingers whether he was mussing his brother's hair playfully or fisting it tightly as Charlie sucked his cock.
He couldn't stop touching it.
Charlie knew his brother liked the feel of hair so he'd make a point of dragging his curls over Don's bare chest and down over his groin to tantalize him.
No matter what they were doing, Don's hands would find their way into Charlie's hair at some point. He'd even find some reason to touch it at work: giving a curl a tug to get his attention away from his notebook or ruffling his unruly mop when teasing him.
He'd been secretly pleased when Charlie started letting his hair grow longer. He hadn't said anything, but the long curls enticed him, bringing up a long denied fantasy from before he and Charlie had become more than brothers.
He'd never asked, but he fantasized about wrapping Charlie's hair around his cock and using it to jerk himself off. He'd lie in bed on the nights Charlie couldn't be with him and imagine being enveloped in all that softness. The curls would slide through his fingers and over his sensitive skin, providing just the barest hint of delicious friction.
He'd get off just imagining it, but could never bring himself to ask Charlie to let him do it.
One night he woke up suddenly from a dream about it and found himself rock hard.
Charlie was sleeping peacefully beside him, his long hair splayed out onto the white pillow beneath his head.
Unwilling to wake him – especially for a twisted fantasy – Don quietly masturbated in bed with one hand on his cock and the other touching Charlie's hair.
It didn't take him long at all to get off.
He didn't get to see Charlie for a few days after that since both of them were tied up at work. When he came sauntering into the office Don lit up at the sound of his voice until he turned and saw his little brother walking towards him.
He'd cut his hair.
Megan complimented him on the new much shorter cut and Don simply gaped in dismay as Charlie told her he'd come to hate the long hair and just wanted it gone.
Each progressive cut after that made his hair shorter and shorter until mere arcs of curls remained rather than ringlets.
Don never complained.
He just suffered through more dreams of what he could have had if he'd only asked...
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Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Megan
Rating/Category: NC17
Spoilers: Judgment Call
Summary: Don fantasizes about Charlie's hair as it grows longer
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
He'd been fascinated by them since he was a little boy.
His hair got wavy as it got longer, which he hated so he kept it short, but Charlie had always had glossy ringlets that curled around Don's fingers whether he was mussing his brother's hair playfully or fisting it tightly as Charlie sucked his cock.
He couldn't stop touching it.
Charlie knew his brother liked the feel of hair so he'd make a point of dragging his curls over Don's bare chest and down over his groin to tantalize him.
No matter what they were doing, Don's hands would find their way into Charlie's hair at some point. He'd even find some reason to touch it at work: giving a curl a tug to get his attention away from his notebook or ruffling his unruly mop when teasing him.
He'd been secretly pleased when Charlie started letting his hair grow longer. He hadn't said anything, but the long curls enticed him, bringing up a long denied fantasy from before he and Charlie had become more than brothers.
He'd never asked, but he fantasized about wrapping Charlie's hair around his cock and using it to jerk himself off. He'd lie in bed on the nights Charlie couldn't be with him and imagine being enveloped in all that softness. The curls would slide through his fingers and over his sensitive skin, providing just the barest hint of delicious friction.
He'd get off just imagining it, but could never bring himself to ask Charlie to let him do it.
One night he woke up suddenly from a dream about it and found himself rock hard.
Charlie was sleeping peacefully beside him, his long hair splayed out onto the white pillow beneath his head.
Unwilling to wake him – especially for a twisted fantasy – Don quietly masturbated in bed with one hand on his cock and the other touching Charlie's hair.
It didn't take him long at all to get off.
He didn't get to see Charlie for a few days after that since both of them were tied up at work. When he came sauntering into the office Don lit up at the sound of his voice until he turned and saw his little brother walking towards him.
He'd cut his hair.
Megan complimented him on the new much shorter cut and Don simply gaped in dismay as Charlie told her he'd come to hate the long hair and just wanted it gone.
Each progressive cut after that made his hair shorter and shorter until mere arcs of curls remained rather than ringlets.
Don never complained.
He just suffered through more dreams of what he could have had if he'd only asked...
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