Suits You by ALF (Challenge #58 - Sharp)
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numb3rsflashficTitle: Suits You
Author: ALF
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 883
Disclaimer: Not mine, not profiting
Notes/Warnings: I am fully aware of the lameness of this title. This is a late Valentine fic, which I'd been thinking of writing all week, but seeing the new prompt here finally motivated me to get going. Total PWP. Inspired by the now infamous promo pics of Rob Morrow in grey suit and earrings.
Charlie walked into his house, sighing with relief as he discarded his jacket and satchel. A movement near the kitchen door caught his attention and he looked up to see who it was, not expecting anyone else to be there. What he saw made him freeze in surprise, then sway as blood immediately rushed southwards. Don was leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, in a casual pose. Charlie was aware his jaw was hanging open and that he was probably drooling, but he didn’t care. He was too busy eating up the sight of Don in a grey suit Charlie had never seen before, accompanied by a grey and white striped shirt, which was open at the collar. Charlie had never gotten to the bottom of just why Don hated to wear a tie, conventionally at least. He certainly had no problem with them as accessories, a memory that caused Charlie’s blood to heat a little more.
Don’s enigmatic look had turned sultry and knowing as he swept his gaze over Charlie’s body, clearly well aware of the effect he was having. Pushing away from the doorframe, he sauntered over to where Charlie still lingered by the front door. Charlie continued to gape in surprised lust, totally incapable of moving. He had a feeling that if he tried, he’d just collapse in a heap on the floor, the way his knees were trembling.
Don’s approach was all alpha male predator, hunting down his prey, but Charlie really didn’t care. He’d never had a problem being beta to Don’s alpha, welcomed it actually. When Don finally stopped in front of him, Charlie sighed with relief and melted against Don’s body, glad to have someone else to hold him up. Don chuckled warmly in his ear, then swirled his tongue across the sensitive lobe, making Charlie shiver in his arms.
“You like the suit,” Don said, more statement than question.
Charlie made an incoherent noise of approval and appreciation, too turned on to actually verbalize how he felt. Don chuckled again, then stepped back slightly, kissing away Charlie’s noise of protest at the loss of support and warmth. Easing to his knees in front of Charlie, Don unfastened Charlie’s pants, then tugged them down to mid-thigh. He nuzzled Charlie’s cock through his underwear for a second, making Charlie moan in approval, then Don pulled them down as well.
Don clearly realized just how close to the edge Charlie was, as he swallowed his cock down without any preamble. Charlie gave a heartfelt groan of approval, appreciating the wet warmth sucking at his sensitive flesh. He managed to lift heavy arms to cradle Don’s head, as Don’s hands began to stroke and tease Charlie’s ass. One finger stroked across Charlie’s hole and it was all the stimulation he needed, coming with a startled cry, as Don swallowed easily, before licking him clean.
Charlie leaned against Don, spent and relaxed from his orgasm. Don coaxed him out of shoes, socks, pants and underwear, before standing again and stripping off Charlie’s shirt and T-shirt. Then he kissed Charlie slowly and thoroughly, reacquainting them with each other’s taste, as his hands glided over Charlie’s naked body.
Charlie trembled under the loving touch, feeling himself gradually becoming aroused all over again, as Don paid attention to Charlie’s sensitive places. He tried to ask Don what he wanted, but Don just hushed him and went back to teasing his nipples with fingers and tongue.
When Charlie’s cock was hard and leaking again, Don finally led him over to the sofa, where Charlie could see he’d laid a couple of towels down. Clearly, Don had planned ahead. Charlie stretched out comfortably, spreading his legs in invitation, earning a chuckle from Don.
Charlie felt the sofa dip as Don knelt behind him, then two fingers that were cool and slick with lube slid easily into his ass and Charlie sighed in satisfaction, pillowing his head on his arms. He loved Don filling him, whether it was with fingers, toy or cock and he relaxed into Don’s preparations. Two fingers became three, teasing his prostate and making Charlie writhe and moan in anticipation of more. Four fingers briefly filled and stretched him and Charlie whined when they slipped free.
Seconds later, though, he was whining with pleasure, when Don’s fingers were replaced by his hot, hard cock, filling him in a way that nothing else did. Charlie cried out with pleasure as Don pressed all the way home in one smooth slide, and then rested inside, as they both adjusted to the penetration.
Don’s strokes were long, slow withdrawals, followed by hard thrusts back inside, each one gliding over Charlie’s pleasure spot. Charlie’s cries and moans blended into one long sound, pleading with Don for more, harder, faster, without words. Don gradually picked up the pace, as Charlie pushed back against him, urging him onwards.
It couldn’t last, it was just too good and Charlie screamed as he came hard, body shaking and vision blurring. He felt Don come inside him, shoved as deep as he could get, body blanketing Charlie’s as he too cried out with pleasure.
As Charlie drifted away into sleep, he knew this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had, even if it was two days late.
Author: ALF
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 883
Disclaimer: Not mine, not profiting
Notes/Warnings: I am fully aware of the lameness of this title. This is a late Valentine fic, which I'd been thinking of writing all week, but seeing the new prompt here finally motivated me to get going. Total PWP. Inspired by the now infamous promo pics of Rob Morrow in grey suit and earrings.
Charlie walked into his house, sighing with relief as he discarded his jacket and satchel. A movement near the kitchen door caught his attention and he looked up to see who it was, not expecting anyone else to be there. What he saw made him freeze in surprise, then sway as blood immediately rushed southwards. Don was leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, in a casual pose. Charlie was aware his jaw was hanging open and that he was probably drooling, but he didn’t care. He was too busy eating up the sight of Don in a grey suit Charlie had never seen before, accompanied by a grey and white striped shirt, which was open at the collar. Charlie had never gotten to the bottom of just why Don hated to wear a tie, conventionally at least. He certainly had no problem with them as accessories, a memory that caused Charlie’s blood to heat a little more.
Don’s enigmatic look had turned sultry and knowing as he swept his gaze over Charlie’s body, clearly well aware of the effect he was having. Pushing away from the doorframe, he sauntered over to where Charlie still lingered by the front door. Charlie continued to gape in surprised lust, totally incapable of moving. He had a feeling that if he tried, he’d just collapse in a heap on the floor, the way his knees were trembling.
Don’s approach was all alpha male predator, hunting down his prey, but Charlie really didn’t care. He’d never had a problem being beta to Don’s alpha, welcomed it actually. When Don finally stopped in front of him, Charlie sighed with relief and melted against Don’s body, glad to have someone else to hold him up. Don chuckled warmly in his ear, then swirled his tongue across the sensitive lobe, making Charlie shiver in his arms.
“You like the suit,” Don said, more statement than question.
Charlie made an incoherent noise of approval and appreciation, too turned on to actually verbalize how he felt. Don chuckled again, then stepped back slightly, kissing away Charlie’s noise of protest at the loss of support and warmth. Easing to his knees in front of Charlie, Don unfastened Charlie’s pants, then tugged them down to mid-thigh. He nuzzled Charlie’s cock through his underwear for a second, making Charlie moan in approval, then Don pulled them down as well.
Don clearly realized just how close to the edge Charlie was, as he swallowed his cock down without any preamble. Charlie gave a heartfelt groan of approval, appreciating the wet warmth sucking at his sensitive flesh. He managed to lift heavy arms to cradle Don’s head, as Don’s hands began to stroke and tease Charlie’s ass. One finger stroked across Charlie’s hole and it was all the stimulation he needed, coming with a startled cry, as Don swallowed easily, before licking him clean.
Charlie leaned against Don, spent and relaxed from his orgasm. Don coaxed him out of shoes, socks, pants and underwear, before standing again and stripping off Charlie’s shirt and T-shirt. Then he kissed Charlie slowly and thoroughly, reacquainting them with each other’s taste, as his hands glided over Charlie’s naked body.
Charlie trembled under the loving touch, feeling himself gradually becoming aroused all over again, as Don paid attention to Charlie’s sensitive places. He tried to ask Don what he wanted, but Don just hushed him and went back to teasing his nipples with fingers and tongue.
When Charlie’s cock was hard and leaking again, Don finally led him over to the sofa, where Charlie could see he’d laid a couple of towels down. Clearly, Don had planned ahead. Charlie stretched out comfortably, spreading his legs in invitation, earning a chuckle from Don.
Charlie felt the sofa dip as Don knelt behind him, then two fingers that were cool and slick with lube slid easily into his ass and Charlie sighed in satisfaction, pillowing his head on his arms. He loved Don filling him, whether it was with fingers, toy or cock and he relaxed into Don’s preparations. Two fingers became three, teasing his prostate and making Charlie writhe and moan in anticipation of more. Four fingers briefly filled and stretched him and Charlie whined when they slipped free.
Seconds later, though, he was whining with pleasure, when Don’s fingers were replaced by his hot, hard cock, filling him in a way that nothing else did. Charlie cried out with pleasure as Don pressed all the way home in one smooth slide, and then rested inside, as they both adjusted to the penetration.
Don’s strokes were long, slow withdrawals, followed by hard thrusts back inside, each one gliding over Charlie’s pleasure spot. Charlie’s cries and moans blended into one long sound, pleading with Don for more, harder, faster, without words. Don gradually picked up the pace, as Charlie pushed back against him, urging him onwards.
It couldn’t last, it was just too good and Charlie screamed as he came hard, body shaking and vision blurring. He felt Don come inside him, shoved as deep as he could get, body blanketing Charlie’s as he too cried out with pleasure.
As Charlie drifted away into sleep, he knew this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had, even if it was two days late.
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Date: 2008-02-17 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-17 06:55 pm (UTC)This makes me want to revisit my smut69 table and write some D/C pwp. *g*
*uses icon with double entendre . . . if you're me, anyway* *g*
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Date: 2008-02-17 07:02 pm (UTC)And please, do revisit the smut69, I really miss your hot Don/Charlie fic...
::catches breath::
Date: 2008-03-29 11:33 pm (UTC)that was so hot. more often than not it doesn't seem we go dialogue-less... that certianly brought more to the boys' encounter.
thanks for sharing,
<3
Re: ::catches breath::
Date: 2008-03-31 02:28 pm (UTC)