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numb3rsflashficTitle: Hush Money
Author: NV
Characters: Don/Charlie, Penfield
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, public sex
Word Count: 2042
Spoilers: Penfield was introduced in "Convergence"
Challenge: #37 The Secret Life of Don Eppes
Summary: Don licked the envelope and sealed it shut. Another thousand dollars.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
Don licked the envelope and sealed it shut. Another thousand dollars. It made things tight, but Don couldn't sleep at night if he didn't know that the money was received every month on the first. He dabbed his tongue on a stamp and pressed it to the top right corner. The familiar address was clearly written across the front, and he dropped the check in the mailbox. Even after all these years, Don still felt sick when he let the money fall from his fingers into the blue drop box.
He never sent the checks from Charlie's home like the rest of his mail. He was too worried about this brother asking questions. Sure, he could say that it was just a bill, but what if Charlie, nosy brat he could be, inquired about the name written out in Don's careful handwriting? Charlie would fly off the handle if he found out that Don had been sending money to his Princeton nemesis. And if Don had to explain the reason, there's no way Charlie would be able to handle it. No, this had to stay a secret.
*******
It had been a cold night in New Jersey. Don drove to a liquor store and picked up a bottle of whiskey, and they drank together in Charlie's new apartment.
"You bring any girls here?" Don pried.
Charlie blushed. "Maybe a few."
Don gave him a wide smile. "Player. You get that from me, you know?”
Don had been impressed with Charlie, that there he was at nineteen and a professor at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. He even had his own place, albeit a messy one littered with papers and decorated in chalkboards.
"I bet there are some tricks you could still stand to learn from your big brother."
"Actually..." Charlie got quiet, and Don leaned forward in captivated interest, sneaking a sip of his drink. "I could use some pointers with... you know..." Charlie rolled his hand in a come on circle, like Don should be able to fill in the blanks. Don nodded his head to the rhythm of Charlie's hand, waiting for his brother to say it himself. "Going down."
Don smiled, took another sip. "Well, I know you can suck dick, so let's start with that."
Charlie had held his liquor better than Don expected, but he wasn't too many drinks into the night before he decided that he wanted to go out, show Don his spot. Don agreed and fished out a phone book from under a stack of texts to call a cab.
When the taxi arrived, they piled into the back, and Charlie gave the address. As Don watched the lights of Princeton blur by, he felt Charlie take his hand and place it over the bulge in his jeans. Don looked over, and Charlie smiled wickedly at him, lust dark in his eyes. That was when Don knew he was in trouble. He could never say no to Charlie for long. That was how Charlie had gotten Don out to Jersey in the first place. His little brother egged him on with dirty words, making Don achingly hard, and then refused to continue until Don confirmed that he had booked the flight. Nineteen years old, and he was already the most conniving little shit Don had known.
Don loved it as much as he hated it. He couldn't wrap his head around the things he did with his brother, his own flesh and blood, but he also couldn't get enough. Charlie was at his sexual peak and could go all night. He'd fuck until Don's dick was sore and then he'd soothe the limp cock with his lips and tongue until Don had no choice but to fuck him again no matter how much it hurt, and when it became far too much to ask, Charlie would fuck Don and ride his body with such perfection and precision that Don found himself envying the girls that lived in Princeton and got to feel Charlie's cock inside more often than Don ever could. He hated the distance between them, but it was for the best; it kept them as two brothers who repeated their mistakes instead of being something viscous and ugly-headed.
Don stroked Charlie roughly through his jeans.
"You like that?" he teased, voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck yes, Don," and Charlie didn't seem to care that his voice was clear and crisp in the backseat, making the taxi driver's eyes dart back to them in the mirror.
"You're so trashed."
"We're just getting started, big hitter."
Don felt an electric shock of arousal surge straight to his cock. Ever since the time he hit a homerun and fucked Charlie on the benches of the dugout, Charlie had called him "big hitter," a compliment not only to Don's baseball skill but to his God-given anatomical blessing and ability to use it as well.
They finally arrived at Charlie's spot, a little underground club filled with well-dressed businessmen and rich grad students sipping martinis and full-bodied drinks on the rocks. Charlie confidently led them into the belly of the room, erection straining at his jeans.
Without further pretense, Charlie grabbed Don and kissed him hard on the mouth. Don quickly pulled away, and his eyes darted around the club in bewilderment.
"Are you crazy?" Don resisted the urge to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and he wondered briefly why he felt compelled to do such a thing when far more than Charlie's lips had been on his before. He chalked it up to an act he felt like putting on for the public, a refusal to acknowledge the sizzling need they shared while others were around.
Charlie smiled lazily at him. "No one knows us here," and the truth of Charlie's words hit home with Don. Of course. Don had met few of Charlie's peers, and even with all the alcohol surging through Charlie's bloodstream, he wouldn't have kissed Don if he hadn't every confidence they were safe.
Don suddenly felt liberated, and he pulled Charlie back to him, kissing his brother with abandon. Their arms wrapped around each other as tongues met; Don could feel Charlie's heart racing when he pressed his hand against Charlie's back. He suddenly couldn't get enough, spurned on more and more by the burn of eyes on them.
"Wanted to feel this way with you for so long." Charlie whispered against his lips when they pulled back for air. "Can you feel them watching, Don?"
"Yes." Don nibbled at Charlie's lower lip. "Yes, buddy. So turned on."
Charlie's fingers slid down to entwine with Don's on his hip. He tugged at him, walking them towards an opening in the wall, a hallway. "Want to up the ante?"
Don felt his cock twitch and harden to a nearly painful point. Surely Charlie couldn't mean.... But Don came to quickly realize that Charlie meant exactly what he suspected -- hoped -- when they entered the hallway, and a half dozen couples were freely fucking each other, cocks in hand and pants around ankles.
"I only ever came here for the ambience and conversation," Charlie assured, not that they'd ever had any agreement to be exclusive. "Though I have watched, watched and thought of you, jerked off so much when I got home, wishing that it were you and I." Charlie quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor in a heap, and Don wondered when Charlie had become so fearless and unashamed. "It's you."
"Huh?" Don asked, shaken from his thoughts.
"It's you. You make me feel free, alive." Don smiled; leave it to Charlie to read his mind. Don pushed his own pants to the ground, hard cock springing free.
"I don't have any -- " Before Don could complete his warning about the lack of lube, Charlie fell to his knees and took Don into his mouth, the head of Don's cock entering Charlie's throat, and Don bit back a moan. Don's eyes met the couple's next to them, two men licking their lips hungrily at the sight of Charlie swallowing Don, and Don sunk his fingers into Charlie's curls, his unspoken way of stating his claim on the young genius.
With Charlie's saliva coating his cock, Don pulled his brother back to his feet and twisted him around. He couldn't control the thing inside him that craved to show the perverse onlookers what he could do to Charlie's delicious and willing body. Slowly, Don pushed inside Charlie's heat, and his brother let a long moan escape his lips. Charlie braced himself against the wall and spread his legs wider, as wide as the puddle of jeans at his ankles would allow, and Don slammed home deeper inside. His mind reeled at how incredible the moment was, that he was fucking his brother deep and hard in front of these strangers whose eyes devoured every movement they made. Don wouldn't have been surprised if many of them knew Charlie. But none knew Don, he thought with a smile, and his anonymity in this place allowed him to take Charlie hard and to new heights before the crowds.
Don felt his balls tighten, and he wrapped a hand around Charlie's cock, determined to make them come together. He felt himself letting go, felt Charlie letting go, and that was when his eyes looked away from his cock pounding into Charlie's ass, away from the sweat beading on Charlie's neck and darkening the curls there, and connected with a vaguely familiar face. The sudden panic sent him over the edge as the recollection registered.
Marshall Penfield.
Charlie had begrudgingly introduced them the last time Don visited and later told him that Penfield was "the king of asses" and his arch nemesis, intent on destroying Charlie if it were the last thing he'd ever do.
Over the shock of catching them, Penfield's face spread into a smile.
"Name your price," Don said, and he hadn't realized until that moment that his checkbook was in his hands. "What do you want to keep your mouth shut?"
Penfield grinned smugly. "Does Eppesie know that I caught the two of you?"
"No, and, so help me God, he's never going to find out."
"Gee, that ruins the fun." Penfield crossed his arms over his chest. "My asking price just went up."
Don pressed his pen to the line. "Name it."
"Thousand bucks." Don's hand quickly scribbled out a one and two zeroes. "A month." His pen stilled, and his wide eyes connected with Penfield's cold, confident ones.
"For how long?"
His smile spread wider. "Indefinitely."
"Heh, you're crazy."
"I'm not the one fucking my brother, am I? I doubt the FBI looks too kindly on that. I did hear correctly, didn't I, that you're joining the Bureau? Would be such a pity for you to lose out on an opportunity like that." Penfield stepped closer. "And for Charles to be denied scholarships, grants, awards, become a pariah..." Penfield mockingly tsked. "Think of the mathematical breakthroughs you'd be subverting if you allowed this to become public knowledge. Poor Eppesie would probably hole up forever."
"You're a twisted fuck."
"Again, not boning my brother. I think as far as sick fucks go, you and Charlie take the cake. And I doubt many people would disagree."
Don wrote a third zero, a dot, and two small Os, wrote out the amount and Penfield’s name, and his fingers quickly tore the check from its perforated edge. He pushed it into Penfield's outstretched hand. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"
Penfield pocketed the check. "I'll be sure to leave my address at Admissions for your future use."
*******
Charlie was thrilled to tell Don about his latest recognition received, and Don sat back and smiled as Charlie went on about the importance of the award.
“And that bastard Penfield was there.” Don felt the prickle of panic rising in his gut. “He was actually amicable. Maybe he’s finally grown up after all these years.”
Don patted his brother’s leg, more at ease now that he was assured Penfield was holding up his end of the deal. “Maybe.”
Author: NV
Characters: Don/Charlie, Penfield
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest, public sex
Word Count: 2042
Spoilers: Penfield was introduced in "Convergence"
Challenge: #37 The Secret Life of Don Eppes
Summary: Don licked the envelope and sealed it shut. Another thousand dollars.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
Don licked the envelope and sealed it shut. Another thousand dollars. It made things tight, but Don couldn't sleep at night if he didn't know that the money was received every month on the first. He dabbed his tongue on a stamp and pressed it to the top right corner. The familiar address was clearly written across the front, and he dropped the check in the mailbox. Even after all these years, Don still felt sick when he let the money fall from his fingers into the blue drop box.
He never sent the checks from Charlie's home like the rest of his mail. He was too worried about this brother asking questions. Sure, he could say that it was just a bill, but what if Charlie, nosy brat he could be, inquired about the name written out in Don's careful handwriting? Charlie would fly off the handle if he found out that Don had been sending money to his Princeton nemesis. And if Don had to explain the reason, there's no way Charlie would be able to handle it. No, this had to stay a secret.
*******
It had been a cold night in New Jersey. Don drove to a liquor store and picked up a bottle of whiskey, and they drank together in Charlie's new apartment.
"You bring any girls here?" Don pried.
Charlie blushed. "Maybe a few."
Don gave him a wide smile. "Player. You get that from me, you know?”
Don had been impressed with Charlie, that there he was at nineteen and a professor at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. He even had his own place, albeit a messy one littered with papers and decorated in chalkboards.
"I bet there are some tricks you could still stand to learn from your big brother."
"Actually..." Charlie got quiet, and Don leaned forward in captivated interest, sneaking a sip of his drink. "I could use some pointers with... you know..." Charlie rolled his hand in a come on circle, like Don should be able to fill in the blanks. Don nodded his head to the rhythm of Charlie's hand, waiting for his brother to say it himself. "Going down."
Don smiled, took another sip. "Well, I know you can suck dick, so let's start with that."
Charlie had held his liquor better than Don expected, but he wasn't too many drinks into the night before he decided that he wanted to go out, show Don his spot. Don agreed and fished out a phone book from under a stack of texts to call a cab.
When the taxi arrived, they piled into the back, and Charlie gave the address. As Don watched the lights of Princeton blur by, he felt Charlie take his hand and place it over the bulge in his jeans. Don looked over, and Charlie smiled wickedly at him, lust dark in his eyes. That was when Don knew he was in trouble. He could never say no to Charlie for long. That was how Charlie had gotten Don out to Jersey in the first place. His little brother egged him on with dirty words, making Don achingly hard, and then refused to continue until Don confirmed that he had booked the flight. Nineteen years old, and he was already the most conniving little shit Don had known.
Don loved it as much as he hated it. He couldn't wrap his head around the things he did with his brother, his own flesh and blood, but he also couldn't get enough. Charlie was at his sexual peak and could go all night. He'd fuck until Don's dick was sore and then he'd soothe the limp cock with his lips and tongue until Don had no choice but to fuck him again no matter how much it hurt, and when it became far too much to ask, Charlie would fuck Don and ride his body with such perfection and precision that Don found himself envying the girls that lived in Princeton and got to feel Charlie's cock inside more often than Don ever could. He hated the distance between them, but it was for the best; it kept them as two brothers who repeated their mistakes instead of being something viscous and ugly-headed.
Don stroked Charlie roughly through his jeans.
"You like that?" he teased, voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck yes, Don," and Charlie didn't seem to care that his voice was clear and crisp in the backseat, making the taxi driver's eyes dart back to them in the mirror.
"You're so trashed."
"We're just getting started, big hitter."
Don felt an electric shock of arousal surge straight to his cock. Ever since the time he hit a homerun and fucked Charlie on the benches of the dugout, Charlie had called him "big hitter," a compliment not only to Don's baseball skill but to his God-given anatomical blessing and ability to use it as well.
They finally arrived at Charlie's spot, a little underground club filled with well-dressed businessmen and rich grad students sipping martinis and full-bodied drinks on the rocks. Charlie confidently led them into the belly of the room, erection straining at his jeans.
Without further pretense, Charlie grabbed Don and kissed him hard on the mouth. Don quickly pulled away, and his eyes darted around the club in bewilderment.
"Are you crazy?" Don resisted the urge to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and he wondered briefly why he felt compelled to do such a thing when far more than Charlie's lips had been on his before. He chalked it up to an act he felt like putting on for the public, a refusal to acknowledge the sizzling need they shared while others were around.
Charlie smiled lazily at him. "No one knows us here," and the truth of Charlie's words hit home with Don. Of course. Don had met few of Charlie's peers, and even with all the alcohol surging through Charlie's bloodstream, he wouldn't have kissed Don if he hadn't every confidence they were safe.
Don suddenly felt liberated, and he pulled Charlie back to him, kissing his brother with abandon. Their arms wrapped around each other as tongues met; Don could feel Charlie's heart racing when he pressed his hand against Charlie's back. He suddenly couldn't get enough, spurned on more and more by the burn of eyes on them.
"Wanted to feel this way with you for so long." Charlie whispered against his lips when they pulled back for air. "Can you feel them watching, Don?"
"Yes." Don nibbled at Charlie's lower lip. "Yes, buddy. So turned on."
Charlie's fingers slid down to entwine with Don's on his hip. He tugged at him, walking them towards an opening in the wall, a hallway. "Want to up the ante?"
Don felt his cock twitch and harden to a nearly painful point. Surely Charlie couldn't mean.... But Don came to quickly realize that Charlie meant exactly what he suspected -- hoped -- when they entered the hallway, and a half dozen couples were freely fucking each other, cocks in hand and pants around ankles.
"I only ever came here for the ambience and conversation," Charlie assured, not that they'd ever had any agreement to be exclusive. "Though I have watched, watched and thought of you, jerked off so much when I got home, wishing that it were you and I." Charlie quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor in a heap, and Don wondered when Charlie had become so fearless and unashamed. "It's you."
"Huh?" Don asked, shaken from his thoughts.
"It's you. You make me feel free, alive." Don smiled; leave it to Charlie to read his mind. Don pushed his own pants to the ground, hard cock springing free.
"I don't have any -- " Before Don could complete his warning about the lack of lube, Charlie fell to his knees and took Don into his mouth, the head of Don's cock entering Charlie's throat, and Don bit back a moan. Don's eyes met the couple's next to them, two men licking their lips hungrily at the sight of Charlie swallowing Don, and Don sunk his fingers into Charlie's curls, his unspoken way of stating his claim on the young genius.
With Charlie's saliva coating his cock, Don pulled his brother back to his feet and twisted him around. He couldn't control the thing inside him that craved to show the perverse onlookers what he could do to Charlie's delicious and willing body. Slowly, Don pushed inside Charlie's heat, and his brother let a long moan escape his lips. Charlie braced himself against the wall and spread his legs wider, as wide as the puddle of jeans at his ankles would allow, and Don slammed home deeper inside. His mind reeled at how incredible the moment was, that he was fucking his brother deep and hard in front of these strangers whose eyes devoured every movement they made. Don wouldn't have been surprised if many of them knew Charlie. But none knew Don, he thought with a smile, and his anonymity in this place allowed him to take Charlie hard and to new heights before the crowds.
Don felt his balls tighten, and he wrapped a hand around Charlie's cock, determined to make them come together. He felt himself letting go, felt Charlie letting go, and that was when his eyes looked away from his cock pounding into Charlie's ass, away from the sweat beading on Charlie's neck and darkening the curls there, and connected with a vaguely familiar face. The sudden panic sent him over the edge as the recollection registered.
Marshall Penfield.
Charlie had begrudgingly introduced them the last time Don visited and later told him that Penfield was "the king of asses" and his arch nemesis, intent on destroying Charlie if it were the last thing he'd ever do.
Over the shock of catching them, Penfield's face spread into a smile.
"Name your price," Don said, and he hadn't realized until that moment that his checkbook was in his hands. "What do you want to keep your mouth shut?"
Penfield grinned smugly. "Does Eppesie know that I caught the two of you?"
"No, and, so help me God, he's never going to find out."
"Gee, that ruins the fun." Penfield crossed his arms over his chest. "My asking price just went up."
Don pressed his pen to the line. "Name it."
"Thousand bucks." Don's hand quickly scribbled out a one and two zeroes. "A month." His pen stilled, and his wide eyes connected with Penfield's cold, confident ones.
"For how long?"
His smile spread wider. "Indefinitely."
"Heh, you're crazy."
"I'm not the one fucking my brother, am I? I doubt the FBI looks too kindly on that. I did hear correctly, didn't I, that you're joining the Bureau? Would be such a pity for you to lose out on an opportunity like that." Penfield stepped closer. "And for Charles to be denied scholarships, grants, awards, become a pariah..." Penfield mockingly tsked. "Think of the mathematical breakthroughs you'd be subverting if you allowed this to become public knowledge. Poor Eppesie would probably hole up forever."
"You're a twisted fuck."
"Again, not boning my brother. I think as far as sick fucks go, you and Charlie take the cake. And I doubt many people would disagree."
Don wrote a third zero, a dot, and two small Os, wrote out the amount and Penfield’s name, and his fingers quickly tore the check from its perforated edge. He pushed it into Penfield's outstretched hand. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"
Penfield pocketed the check. "I'll be sure to leave my address at Admissions for your future use."
*******
Charlie was thrilled to tell Don about his latest recognition received, and Don sat back and smiled as Charlie went on about the importance of the award.
“And that bastard Penfield was there.” Don felt the prickle of panic rising in his gut. “He was actually amicable. Maybe he’s finally grown up after all these years.”
Don patted his brother’s leg, more at ease now that he was assured Penfield was holding up his end of the deal. “Maybe.”
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Date: 2007-04-24 04:16 pm (UTC)Gah, I love this. I love knowing that someone else knows, and frankly, he's being a bastard about it. And it's such a Penfield thing to do, too. You know?
Dreamysigh that Colin Hanks. I fully intend to write Charlie/Marshall. One day. Maybe.
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Date: 2007-04-24 04:32 pm (UTC)Mmm... Colin Hanks... Orange County... "I need you to stay in your room, Lance... because you're an embarrassment." I love him. He needs to make another appearance on Numb3rs. I love the math fights. It's awesome to see Charlie so on the defensive... poor woobie.
We need to get a Penfield icon.
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Date: 2007-04-24 04:43 pm (UTC)I'm so going to rent that. I haven't seen it at all. And god, yes, he needs to come back. Marshall is such a great guest star. I like Charlie vaguely threatened because someone knows as much as he does.
Oh yeah we do. I have the episode at home, maybe I'll get a few caps tonight or tomorrow.
...oh I think I have a little bunny taking shape.
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Date: 2007-04-24 04:51 pm (UTC)Snarky back-talk. Maybe they're both fighting for the same grant, and it makes their sex all angry-like and mean. Mmm... Charlie and Marshall being bitchy with each other... wrestling... biting... rawr.
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Date: 2007-04-24 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 05:08 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2007-04-24 05:11 pm (UTC)Glad you liked!!! ♥
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