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numb3rsflashficTitle: Never Tell - Part 1
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17 (Default)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don has a secret he'll never tell
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Don Eppes has a secret he can never tell.
Everyone sees him as a good man, an honorable man, an upstanding citizen...
He's sworn to uphold the law.
Yet when he closes his eyes at night, he dreams of breaking it.
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After a rough case, Don can never fall right asleep. He knows he should try though, so he skips the bar and goes straight home, getting into bed and turning out the lights, despite the fact that the rest of his neighbors are still up watching television.
He can't shut off his racing mind. All the things that went wrong on the case... He can't help but obsess over each decision he made, wondering what he could have done differently.
He hears the key in the front door and it startles him. He knows only one person has a spare key and he always knocks.
The lights are all out in the living room, and when he hears a dull thump and a soft curse, he has his answer: it's Charlie.
He hears him moving about in the living room, but isn't sure what he's doing. The only sounds he recognizes are the twin thuds of shoes being removed and tossed aside. He hears what seems like the slight rustle of clothing, and then gentle footsteps approaching his room.
The bedroom door creaks open then shut again, but the lack of light means he sees nothing.
He only understands when he feels weight on the bed and someone slipping between the sheets.
He finally manages to speak.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard about the case today. I knew you'd be upset over it. I knew you would need me."
Charlie slides over to Don's side of the bed and presses himself up against his brother. Don reacts when it becomes clear Charlie's not just completely naked, but also aroused.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you... You need me."
Charlie starts kissing Don's neck as his fingers slide underneath the waistband of Don's boxers.
Don grabs his hand and pulls it away.
"We can't do this! This is wrong! It's... It's a felony!"
"Do you really care about that right now?" Charlie asks, shifting to lie on top of Don, kissing his way down his throat to his chest. "Do you really care what anyone outside of this room thinks?"
Don struggles between knowing he's right and surrendering to the desire that Charlie is bringing up in him, the desire he's beaten down and kept hidden for years...
"I swore to myself I'd never do this to you..." he murmurs, only vaguely aware he's speaking the words aloud and not just thinking them.
"Do I look like I’m complaining?" Charlie whispers. "Am I not the one who showed up naked in your bed? Relax, Don. Let me take care of you for a change."
"But..."
"Shh... No more talk." Charlie's mouth covers his own and suddenly he has no more argument left in him.
Their first kisses are soft and gentle, almost reassuring. Then Don finally dares to dip his tongue in, to steal a taste of what he's dreamed of for so long, just in case this is his only chance. Charlie tastes just like he always imagined he would - sweet and rich and yet somehow familiar. Charlie opens to him without hesitation, and Don needs no more urging before he plunders his mouth, lost in the wonder of how effortless it all seems.
Charlie rubs against him and Don wraps his arms around his brother, caressing the soft skin under his fingers, running his hands down the surprisingly muscular back, before landing on his small tight ass, groaning at how good it feels to touch... hold... possess...
"Find something you like?" Charlie taunts. "You can have whatever you want. Just be patient. I get to go first..."
Charlie pulls away slightly and slides down Don's body, kissing his chest and belly as he disappears beneath the sheets.
Don feels warm breath on his thigh, just before hands slowly strip him of his boxers.
Hopelessly aroused already, having Charlie so close yet not touching him is almost painful.
"Please..." Don tries to keep the begging from his voice, but this is too much for him. He wants so intensely that any lengthy pause might break him.
"Don't worry... I'll take care of you." The voice is muffled under the covers and Don almost asks him to repeat himself, but then Charlie's mouth is on his cock - wet hot sucking can't breathe can't think - and suddenly his brain is empty...
Bliss is a warm place.
Nothing bad ever happens there.
Everything feels wonderful... transcendent... perfect...
Don could float here forever, never get lost, never care about going back...
He has all that he needs in this faraway place, his mind, his body, and his brother...
His brother...
Don slams back into his body and pulls away, so close to coming it almost hurts.
Charlie comes out from under the covers, looking confused.
"Don, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? This! This is what's wrong! You're my God damned brother! You're not supposed to be sucking my dick! What the hell was I thinking? I should never have let you in here!"
Don tries to push past Charlie to get up, get dressed, but is surprised by the strength Charlie uses to keep him from leaving the bed.
"Don!"
Don tries to break free from his grasp.
"Don't go."
Don hesitates.
"Please. Don't go."
Don crumbles.
"Don, please. This is not just for you. I want you too. I need you. Please..." Charlie wraps himself around Don, lovingly. "Tell me you want me too."
Don tries hard to hold on to his soul, but it's slipping through his fingers, along with the last shreds of his self-control.
"We shouldn't," he manages through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't"
"We want it," Charlie counters, licking his way up Don's neck as he caresses his brother's bare chest. "I want it."
Don stiffens, trying not to respond, but the pleasure mounts within him again.
"I want it," Charlie repeats, coming around to face Don. "I want you. Do you really think you can say no to me?" Charlie looks Don in the eyes, his expression filled with longing and desire. He takes Don's face in his hands and kisses him deeply.
Don is lost. He throws himself fully into the kiss, taking control, pushing Charlie down on his back, and covering him with his body.
"Yes, yes!" Charlie cries out ecstatically, as Don proceeds to ravish his neck, his mouth devouring his bare skin hungrily.
Don runs his hands wildly over Charlie, drinking in the feel of him finally under him, welcoming, inviting, open...
"Oh fuck, yes... Charlie... I have to have you..."
"Take me," Charlie moans, almost breathlessly. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Don slips so easily between his brother's legs, finding Charlie's already put a pillow beneath himself, readied himself for Don to come inside him.
"Oh God, I want you so bad..."
Trembling, Don guides his still slick cock, moist from his own brother's mouth, to the point of no return and then - closing his eyes - just barely presses his way inside.
"Oh..." A low groan escapes him involuntarily. He's shaking all over now, overwhelmed by the heat and pressure... so tight around him he can barely stand it.
He can't catch his breath, can't breathe at all. There's no more oxygen and he's drowning in sweat and sex scented air.
"I want you... deep inside me..." Charlie's voice barely cuts through his pleasure-addled brain, but what does reach him are Charlie's hands urging him to bury himself deeper in his body.
He pushes the rest of the way in, and nearly blacks out as his mind explodes - hot tight enveloping pulsing so good waited too long for this - somehow stopping just shy of his body joining it.
With what little time he has left, he grasps Charlie's hips hard and drives into him gracelessly, each stroke so close to finishing him off, he's sure it's his last.
Charlie moans beneath him, one hand clutching Don's arm, the other on his own dick, thrusting into his fist as they move together as one.
Don forces his eyes open, wills himself to memorize the sight of Charlie's face - the ecstasy as he's riding Don's cock hard and begging for more.
"Oh God, Don please... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
Delirious, Don finally loses all sense of self, and his world is reduced to the points where his body meets his brother's. His eyes fall shut again, his attention focused solely on driving harder, faster, deeper...
"Charlie... Fuck... You feel so good..."
Don feels Charlie start to clench around him and knows that's all he needs to tip him over the edge.
He waits for his own inevitable orgasm to wash over him, but along with the euphoria comes a flash of unwanted visuals behind his eyelids.
Megan, Colby, David - all staring at him, muttering 'sick', 'freak', and 'bastard'...
His father - livid with anger, eyes accusing... 'You fucked your own brother? Look what you've done to him!'
Charlie - looking lost, hurt and betrayed, his innocence shattered... 'How could you?'
Unable to stop it, Don comes violently in a mix of horror, revulsion and absolute pleasure.
Shuddering, he wakes up sweaty and sticky, looking around him frantically to be certain it was only a dream, as if the rapidly cooling dampness in his pajama bottoms isn't enough to convince him.
He picks up his cell phone and flips it open. Three missed calls, all from Charlie. He's heard about the case by now and has to be wondering what's going on.
Don gets out of bed and cleans up quickly, trying not to think about the dream. Before he goes back to bed, he heads over to the front door and checks to make sure the chain is in place.
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Don Eppes is a good man.
He obeys the law, pays his taxes and does not dream of fucking his brother into the mattress.
Charlie's not the only one who can keep secrets.
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Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17 (Default)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don has a secret he'll never tell
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Don Eppes has a secret he can never tell.
Everyone sees him as a good man, an honorable man, an upstanding citizen...
He's sworn to uphold the law.
Yet when he closes his eyes at night, he dreams of breaking it.
+
After a rough case, Don can never fall right asleep. He knows he should try though, so he skips the bar and goes straight home, getting into bed and turning out the lights, despite the fact that the rest of his neighbors are still up watching television.
He can't shut off his racing mind. All the things that went wrong on the case... He can't help but obsess over each decision he made, wondering what he could have done differently.
He hears the key in the front door and it startles him. He knows only one person has a spare key and he always knocks.
The lights are all out in the living room, and when he hears a dull thump and a soft curse, he has his answer: it's Charlie.
He hears him moving about in the living room, but isn't sure what he's doing. The only sounds he recognizes are the twin thuds of shoes being removed and tossed aside. He hears what seems like the slight rustle of clothing, and then gentle footsteps approaching his room.
The bedroom door creaks open then shut again, but the lack of light means he sees nothing.
He only understands when he feels weight on the bed and someone slipping between the sheets.
He finally manages to speak.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard about the case today. I knew you'd be upset over it. I knew you would need me."
Charlie slides over to Don's side of the bed and presses himself up against his brother. Don reacts when it becomes clear Charlie's not just completely naked, but also aroused.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you... You need me."
Charlie starts kissing Don's neck as his fingers slide underneath the waistband of Don's boxers.
Don grabs his hand and pulls it away.
"We can't do this! This is wrong! It's... It's a felony!"
"Do you really care about that right now?" Charlie asks, shifting to lie on top of Don, kissing his way down his throat to his chest. "Do you really care what anyone outside of this room thinks?"
Don struggles between knowing he's right and surrendering to the desire that Charlie is bringing up in him, the desire he's beaten down and kept hidden for years...
"I swore to myself I'd never do this to you..." he murmurs, only vaguely aware he's speaking the words aloud and not just thinking them.
"Do I look like I’m complaining?" Charlie whispers. "Am I not the one who showed up naked in your bed? Relax, Don. Let me take care of you for a change."
"But..."
"Shh... No more talk." Charlie's mouth covers his own and suddenly he has no more argument left in him.
Their first kisses are soft and gentle, almost reassuring. Then Don finally dares to dip his tongue in, to steal a taste of what he's dreamed of for so long, just in case this is his only chance. Charlie tastes just like he always imagined he would - sweet and rich and yet somehow familiar. Charlie opens to him without hesitation, and Don needs no more urging before he plunders his mouth, lost in the wonder of how effortless it all seems.
Charlie rubs against him and Don wraps his arms around his brother, caressing the soft skin under his fingers, running his hands down the surprisingly muscular back, before landing on his small tight ass, groaning at how good it feels to touch... hold... possess...
"Find something you like?" Charlie taunts. "You can have whatever you want. Just be patient. I get to go first..."
Charlie pulls away slightly and slides down Don's body, kissing his chest and belly as he disappears beneath the sheets.
Don feels warm breath on his thigh, just before hands slowly strip him of his boxers.
Hopelessly aroused already, having Charlie so close yet not touching him is almost painful.
"Please..." Don tries to keep the begging from his voice, but this is too much for him. He wants so intensely that any lengthy pause might break him.
"Don't worry... I'll take care of you." The voice is muffled under the covers and Don almost asks him to repeat himself, but then Charlie's mouth is on his cock - wet hot sucking can't breathe can't think - and suddenly his brain is empty...
Bliss is a warm place.
Nothing bad ever happens there.
Everything feels wonderful... transcendent... perfect...
Don could float here forever, never get lost, never care about going back...
He has all that he needs in this faraway place, his mind, his body, and his brother...
His brother...
Don slams back into his body and pulls away, so close to coming it almost hurts.
Charlie comes out from under the covers, looking confused.
"Don, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? This! This is what's wrong! You're my God damned brother! You're not supposed to be sucking my dick! What the hell was I thinking? I should never have let you in here!"
Don tries to push past Charlie to get up, get dressed, but is surprised by the strength Charlie uses to keep him from leaving the bed.
"Don!"
Don tries to break free from his grasp.
"Don't go."
Don hesitates.
"Please. Don't go."
Don crumbles.
"Don, please. This is not just for you. I want you too. I need you. Please..." Charlie wraps himself around Don, lovingly. "Tell me you want me too."
Don tries hard to hold on to his soul, but it's slipping through his fingers, along with the last shreds of his self-control.
"We shouldn't," he manages through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't"
"We want it," Charlie counters, licking his way up Don's neck as he caresses his brother's bare chest. "I want it."
Don stiffens, trying not to respond, but the pleasure mounts within him again.
"I want it," Charlie repeats, coming around to face Don. "I want you. Do you really think you can say no to me?" Charlie looks Don in the eyes, his expression filled with longing and desire. He takes Don's face in his hands and kisses him deeply.
Don is lost. He throws himself fully into the kiss, taking control, pushing Charlie down on his back, and covering him with his body.
"Yes, yes!" Charlie cries out ecstatically, as Don proceeds to ravish his neck, his mouth devouring his bare skin hungrily.
Don runs his hands wildly over Charlie, drinking in the feel of him finally under him, welcoming, inviting, open...
"Oh fuck, yes... Charlie... I have to have you..."
"Take me," Charlie moans, almost breathlessly. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Don slips so easily between his brother's legs, finding Charlie's already put a pillow beneath himself, readied himself for Don to come inside him.
"Oh God, I want you so bad..."
Trembling, Don guides his still slick cock, moist from his own brother's mouth, to the point of no return and then - closing his eyes - just barely presses his way inside.
"Oh..." A low groan escapes him involuntarily. He's shaking all over now, overwhelmed by the heat and pressure... so tight around him he can barely stand it.
He can't catch his breath, can't breathe at all. There's no more oxygen and he's drowning in sweat and sex scented air.
"I want you... deep inside me..." Charlie's voice barely cuts through his pleasure-addled brain, but what does reach him are Charlie's hands urging him to bury himself deeper in his body.
He pushes the rest of the way in, and nearly blacks out as his mind explodes - hot tight enveloping pulsing so good waited too long for this - somehow stopping just shy of his body joining it.
With what little time he has left, he grasps Charlie's hips hard and drives into him gracelessly, each stroke so close to finishing him off, he's sure it's his last.
Charlie moans beneath him, one hand clutching Don's arm, the other on his own dick, thrusting into his fist as they move together as one.
Don forces his eyes open, wills himself to memorize the sight of Charlie's face - the ecstasy as he's riding Don's cock hard and begging for more.
"Oh God, Don please... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
Delirious, Don finally loses all sense of self, and his world is reduced to the points where his body meets his brother's. His eyes fall shut again, his attention focused solely on driving harder, faster, deeper...
"Charlie... Fuck... You feel so good..."
Don feels Charlie start to clench around him and knows that's all he needs to tip him over the edge.
He waits for his own inevitable orgasm to wash over him, but along with the euphoria comes a flash of unwanted visuals behind his eyelids.
Megan, Colby, David - all staring at him, muttering 'sick', 'freak', and 'bastard'...
His father - livid with anger, eyes accusing... 'You fucked your own brother? Look what you've done to him!'
Charlie - looking lost, hurt and betrayed, his innocence shattered... 'How could you?'
Unable to stop it, Don comes violently in a mix of horror, revulsion and absolute pleasure.
Shuddering, he wakes up sweaty and sticky, looking around him frantically to be certain it was only a dream, as if the rapidly cooling dampness in his pajama bottoms isn't enough to convince him.
He picks up his cell phone and flips it open. Three missed calls, all from Charlie. He's heard about the case by now and has to be wondering what's going on.
Don gets out of bed and cleans up quickly, trying not to think about the dream. Before he goes back to bed, he heads over to the front door and checks to make sure the chain is in place.
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Don Eppes is a good man.
He obeys the law, pays his taxes and does not dream of fucking his brother into the mattress.
Charlie's not the only one who can keep secrets.
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