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numb3rsflashficTitle: Because Don Asked
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 1409 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There’s a reason Don’s been on Charlie’s mind all morning.
Notes/Warning: PWP. To![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
admiralandrea for the inspiration. *g* I picked one of my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smut_69 prompts for this one as well: #30. Kinky.
Written: February 17, 2008
Charlie glanced around him as he walked across campus to the building that housed his office, wondering if everyone could tell. Because he could tell; oh, how he could tell! He felt full, and every time he moved, it moved inside him, and when he sat, it pressed deeper, slid over his prostate with each slight shift of position.
His knees had nearly collapsed when he’d moved just right during class, and he’d had to take a moment to catch his breath. He’d been unable to find a comfortable position during the faculty meeting and had nearly moaned out loud when the randomly set vibration sent the plug skittering across his prostate. Lunch with Larry had been the last straw, hard plastic seats that had no give, driving the plug deep into his ass.
Before he’d even reached the privacy of his own office, Charlie had his cell phone out. He pressed the speed dial for Don and pressed the phone to his ear, listening to it ring as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Don didn’t answer with his usual crisp, “Eppes.” Instead, his voice full of promise, Don said, “Having problems, Charlie?”
Charlie imagined Don sitting at his desk, legs sprawled out as he leaned back in his chair. The knowing look on his face. It was almost enough to make Charlie lie, but he wasn’t sure he could make it through the rest of the day without out some relief. If Don didn’t allow him to remove the plug, Charlie thought he might have to take care of himself right there in his office.
“You know I am, you bastard,” Charlie hissed, and then he begged, “Please, Don, please let me take it out.”
“No,” Don said, sounding both smug and loving.
Charlie didn’t know how Don managed to do that, but exploring that was less important than the need, sharp and desperate, that filled Charlie. “Then please let me come, god, Don, please!”
“You know the rules, Charlie,” Don said, his tone soothing, but doing nothing to ease the arousal that sizzled along Charlie’s nerve endings. “You only get to come with my cock in your ass.”
Charlie nearly came right then in his pants, and the ache of it burned through him. “Oh, god. Don, please. I need . . . .”
“What do you need, Charlie?”
“I need to come!” Charlie said, frustrated. “I need you, Don, please.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Don said, and then gave Charlie the room number of a motel near the campus. “Oh, and Charlie?”
Charlie’s, “Yes?” was more of a moan than an actual word.
“Don’t be late.”
The sound of the dial tone in his ear galvanized Charlie. He left his books lying in a pile on the floor and scrabbled at the lock. He tried to run down the hallway, but the plug inside him shifted with every step, an agonizing slip-slide over his prostate, so he was forced to slow his pace. His gait was stiff, and it reminded him of people he’d seen speed walking. At least if anyone asked him what he was doing, he’d have an answer. Though they had better not stop him now to ask, because he couldn’t be held accountable for what he might do to them if they did.
Charlie pulled into the motel parking lot and found the room number Don had given him. He hobbled to the cracked sidewalk with minutes to spare. The door opened before his knuckles touched the wood and he was dragged inside, his back pressed against the door before it had even clicked shut. And then Don’s mouth was on his in a wet, messy, desperate kiss; his body pressing into Charlie’s, hot and hard and there; his erection digging into Charlie’s hip almost painfully.
Charlie moaned into Don’s mouth and clawed at his arms, his back, trying to get as close to Don as he could, as if climbing inside Don’s skin was the only way to douse the fire raging through him. When Don pulled his mouth away from Charlie’s, Charlie growled and tried to drag him back.
Don let himself be pulled in, but his lips slid along Charlie’s jaw to his ear and he whispered, “Been thinking about me, Charlie?”
Charlie’s answer was a wordless mewl as he ground himself against Don.
“‘Cause I’ve been thinking about you. Thinking about this . . . .” Don slid his hands down Charlie’s back to his ass, cupped both cheeks in his hands and squeezed. “. . . inside you. Filling you up and touching you. And this . . . .” He pulled Charlie in tight and thrust his hips, and Charlie threw his head back and moaned. “So hard, hmm, Charlie? You hard for me?”
“God, Don, please!” Charlie choked out.
“Did you want to wear this, Charlie?” Don slid the fingers of one hand between Charlie’s cheeks and toggled the plug.
Charlie swore in frustration. “You know I didn’t, you bastard! Now fuck me, fuck me, Don, please.” Charlie got one leg around Don’s and pulled him close as he humped Don’s leg. He was so close! If Don would just . . . .
Don kissed Charlie’s neck. “But you did, didn’t you? Wore it for me, because I asked you to.”
“Yes, yes, Don, please, please.”
Don hoisted Charlie up and Charlie curled his arm around Don’s neck, and then they were moving, across the room, where Don dumped Charlie onto the bed and followed him down, fingers scrabbling at his jeans and dragging them down before Don flipped him over. Charlie scrambled to get his knees under him, his ass high in the air. He heard the rasp of the zipper as Don undid his own jeans, the foil packet being torn open, and then Don’s fingers were on his ass, touching the plug, pushing it inside Charlie one last time before he carefully withdrew it.
Charlie gasped as the removal of the plug left him feeling empty, but then Don’s cock was there, pressing against him, pushing inside him, filling him up better than any plug could do. Don slid all the way inside him, only stopping when his balls brushed the back of Charlie’s thighs. Don wrapped his arms around Charlie and pulled him back until Charlie was sitting on his legs, Don’s cock as deep inside Charlie as he could get.
He dug his fingers into Charlie’s hair and dragged Charlie’s head back, twisting it around so their lips could touch, his hips making minute rocking motions that brushed the head of his cock over Charlie’s pleasure spot. And then he was pushing Charlie back down onto his hands and knees with an apologetic, “Charlie, I gotta . . . .”
Charlie waited for Don to pull out, and when he thrust back in, Charlie shoved back, forcing Don much deeper, much harder and faster than he’d intended. It dragged an, “Oh god, Charlie,” out of Don, and then Don set a ferocious pace, pumping into Charlie almost mindlessly.
Heat coiled deep in Charlie’s belly and electric shocks zinged along his skin as Don slammed into him, stroking his prostate again and again until Charlie cried out and his back arched and spurt after spurt of release shot from his body. Shaken and sated, Charlie fell limp in Don’s hands, a rag doll from which Don could take his own pleasure.
Don drove into Charlie’s ass half a dozen more times, and then he grunted and curled over Charlie’s back. One last thrust of his hips shoved Don as deep into Charlie as he could get, and Charlie felt Don pulsing inside him. Emptied and panting, Don rested his forehead on Charlie’s back.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, connected both physically and emotionally as they could only be after making love, but then Don straightened and gently pulled out of Charlie. Charlie waited for Don to discard the condom, ready to settle in for a little post-coital nap, but the feel of Don’s fingers at his ass brought him closer to wakefulness.
“Don’t think I’m gonna be ready for a while,” Charlie muttered into the bedding.
“Probably sooner than you think,” Don replied cryptically, then pushed the plug back into Charlie.
Charlie jerked fully awake. “Don! I have class this afternoon, and office hours.”
Don gave Charlie’s bare ass a sharp slap. “You be a good boy, Charlie, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Charlie didn’t doubt that, but the wait was going to be hell.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 1409 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There’s a reason Don’s been on Charlie’s mind all morning.
Notes/Warning: PWP. To
admiralandrea for the inspiration. *g* I picked one of my smut_69 prompts for this one as well: #30. Kinky.Written: February 17, 2008
Charlie glanced around him as he walked across campus to the building that housed his office, wondering if everyone could tell. Because he could tell; oh, how he could tell! He felt full, and every time he moved, it moved inside him, and when he sat, it pressed deeper, slid over his prostate with each slight shift of position.
His knees had nearly collapsed when he’d moved just right during class, and he’d had to take a moment to catch his breath. He’d been unable to find a comfortable position during the faculty meeting and had nearly moaned out loud when the randomly set vibration sent the plug skittering across his prostate. Lunch with Larry had been the last straw, hard plastic seats that had no give, driving the plug deep into his ass.
Before he’d even reached the privacy of his own office, Charlie had his cell phone out. He pressed the speed dial for Don and pressed the phone to his ear, listening to it ring as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Don didn’t answer with his usual crisp, “Eppes.” Instead, his voice full of promise, Don said, “Having problems, Charlie?”
Charlie imagined Don sitting at his desk, legs sprawled out as he leaned back in his chair. The knowing look on his face. It was almost enough to make Charlie lie, but he wasn’t sure he could make it through the rest of the day without out some relief. If Don didn’t allow him to remove the plug, Charlie thought he might have to take care of himself right there in his office.
“You know I am, you bastard,” Charlie hissed, and then he begged, “Please, Don, please let me take it out.”
“No,” Don said, sounding both smug and loving.
Charlie didn’t know how Don managed to do that, but exploring that was less important than the need, sharp and desperate, that filled Charlie. “Then please let me come, god, Don, please!”
“You know the rules, Charlie,” Don said, his tone soothing, but doing nothing to ease the arousal that sizzled along Charlie’s nerve endings. “You only get to come with my cock in your ass.”
Charlie nearly came right then in his pants, and the ache of it burned through him. “Oh, god. Don, please. I need . . . .”
“What do you need, Charlie?”
“I need to come!” Charlie said, frustrated. “I need you, Don, please.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Don said, and then gave Charlie the room number of a motel near the campus. “Oh, and Charlie?”
Charlie’s, “Yes?” was more of a moan than an actual word.
“Don’t be late.”
The sound of the dial tone in his ear galvanized Charlie. He left his books lying in a pile on the floor and scrabbled at the lock. He tried to run down the hallway, but the plug inside him shifted with every step, an agonizing slip-slide over his prostate, so he was forced to slow his pace. His gait was stiff, and it reminded him of people he’d seen speed walking. At least if anyone asked him what he was doing, he’d have an answer. Though they had better not stop him now to ask, because he couldn’t be held accountable for what he might do to them if they did.
Charlie pulled into the motel parking lot and found the room number Don had given him. He hobbled to the cracked sidewalk with minutes to spare. The door opened before his knuckles touched the wood and he was dragged inside, his back pressed against the door before it had even clicked shut. And then Don’s mouth was on his in a wet, messy, desperate kiss; his body pressing into Charlie’s, hot and hard and there; his erection digging into Charlie’s hip almost painfully.
Charlie moaned into Don’s mouth and clawed at his arms, his back, trying to get as close to Don as he could, as if climbing inside Don’s skin was the only way to douse the fire raging through him. When Don pulled his mouth away from Charlie’s, Charlie growled and tried to drag him back.
Don let himself be pulled in, but his lips slid along Charlie’s jaw to his ear and he whispered, “Been thinking about me, Charlie?”
Charlie’s answer was a wordless mewl as he ground himself against Don.
“‘Cause I’ve been thinking about you. Thinking about this . . . .” Don slid his hands down Charlie’s back to his ass, cupped both cheeks in his hands and squeezed. “. . . inside you. Filling you up and touching you. And this . . . .” He pulled Charlie in tight and thrust his hips, and Charlie threw his head back and moaned. “So hard, hmm, Charlie? You hard for me?”
“God, Don, please!” Charlie choked out.
“Did you want to wear this, Charlie?” Don slid the fingers of one hand between Charlie’s cheeks and toggled the plug.
Charlie swore in frustration. “You know I didn’t, you bastard! Now fuck me, fuck me, Don, please.” Charlie got one leg around Don’s and pulled him close as he humped Don’s leg. He was so close! If Don would just . . . .
Don kissed Charlie’s neck. “But you did, didn’t you? Wore it for me, because I asked you to.”
“Yes, yes, Don, please, please.”
Don hoisted Charlie up and Charlie curled his arm around Don’s neck, and then they were moving, across the room, where Don dumped Charlie onto the bed and followed him down, fingers scrabbling at his jeans and dragging them down before Don flipped him over. Charlie scrambled to get his knees under him, his ass high in the air. He heard the rasp of the zipper as Don undid his own jeans, the foil packet being torn open, and then Don’s fingers were on his ass, touching the plug, pushing it inside Charlie one last time before he carefully withdrew it.
Charlie gasped as the removal of the plug left him feeling empty, but then Don’s cock was there, pressing against him, pushing inside him, filling him up better than any plug could do. Don slid all the way inside him, only stopping when his balls brushed the back of Charlie’s thighs. Don wrapped his arms around Charlie and pulled him back until Charlie was sitting on his legs, Don’s cock as deep inside Charlie as he could get.
He dug his fingers into Charlie’s hair and dragged Charlie’s head back, twisting it around so their lips could touch, his hips making minute rocking motions that brushed the head of his cock over Charlie’s pleasure spot. And then he was pushing Charlie back down onto his hands and knees with an apologetic, “Charlie, I gotta . . . .”
Charlie waited for Don to pull out, and when he thrust back in, Charlie shoved back, forcing Don much deeper, much harder and faster than he’d intended. It dragged an, “Oh god, Charlie,” out of Don, and then Don set a ferocious pace, pumping into Charlie almost mindlessly.
Heat coiled deep in Charlie’s belly and electric shocks zinged along his skin as Don slammed into him, stroking his prostate again and again until Charlie cried out and his back arched and spurt after spurt of release shot from his body. Shaken and sated, Charlie fell limp in Don’s hands, a rag doll from which Don could take his own pleasure.
Don drove into Charlie’s ass half a dozen more times, and then he grunted and curled over Charlie’s back. One last thrust of his hips shoved Don as deep into Charlie as he could get, and Charlie felt Don pulsing inside him. Emptied and panting, Don rested his forehead on Charlie’s back.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, connected both physically and emotionally as they could only be after making love, but then Don straightened and gently pulled out of Charlie. Charlie waited for Don to discard the condom, ready to settle in for a little post-coital nap, but the feel of Don’s fingers at his ass brought him closer to wakefulness.
“Don’t think I’m gonna be ready for a while,” Charlie muttered into the bedding.
“Probably sooner than you think,” Don replied cryptically, then pushed the plug back into Charlie.
Charlie jerked fully awake. “Don! I have class this afternoon, and office hours.”
Don gave Charlie’s bare ass a sharp slap. “You be a good boy, Charlie, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Charlie didn’t doubt that, but the wait was going to be hell.
The End
