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numb3rsflashficTitle: Double Dog Dare
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 1305 words
Spoilers: Through end of season one.
Summary: Don dares Charlie.
Notes/Warning: Incest; humor.
Written: March 15, 2008
“I double dog dare you,” Don said, then hid his grin behind the mouth of the bottle and took a sip of beer.
Charlie just looked at him, apparently struck speechless. Don would have to remember that. Charlie shook his head, ignoring the curls that fell over his forehead, and said, “What are you, twelve?”
Don rubbed his thumb over the corner of the label, which had started to lift due to the condensation and Don’s constant picking. “Chicken.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe you just dared me . . . .”
“Double dog dared you,” Don corrected.
“Double dog dared me,” Charlie amended, “to . . . .”
Don grinned at Charlie’s hesitation.
“I can say it,” Charlie said, “there just doesn’t appear to be a need to, since you clearly know what it is that you dared me . . . .”
“Double . . . .”
Charlie waved Don off. “Yes, yes, double dog dared me to do.”
Don didn’t say anything, though it took some effort. He finished his beer, then pushed off the couch. “I’m gonna get another. You want one?”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Charlie asked, suspicion written all over his face.
“Maybe,” Don said, then disappeared into the kitchen.
“Bring me two!” Charlie called.
Don laughed as he set the empty in the sink and snagged two cold ones from the refrigerator. He returned to the living room and offered one to Charlie. “What’s the matter, Charlie, need some liquid courage?”
“Maybe,” Charlie said.
“The night’s not getting any younger,” Don reminded him, grinning at Charlie’s huff of annoyance. He sat back down on the couch and slouched comfortably into the cushions.
“I know that.”
“So, what’s it gonna be?” Don waited a few minutes for Charlie to answer, but Charlie seemed fascinated by the label on his bottle. “Cluck, cluck, Chuck,” Don said, knowing it would irritate Charlie.
Charlie’s head came up and he glared at Don. “Don’t call me that. And don’t rush me, I’m thinking.”
Don made a show of checking his watch. “Weekend’ll be over before you decide.”
“Okay, fine,” Charlie said, setting his beer down onto the coaster hard enough that Don expected it to foam out the mouth of the bottle. “But next time,” he said as he stomped from the living room, “we play chess.”
“I’ve been practicing,” Don said, chuckling. It was his duty as the big brother to irritate Charlie, even if he’d be paying for it all weekend, no matter who won the game.
Charlie returned and unceremoniously dropped the Scrabble box onto the coffee table in front of Don.
“See you found it after all,” Don commented wryly.
“I hate you,” Charlie groused.
“No you don’t, Chuck, you love me.” Don’s use of the hated nickname didn’t so much as earn him a narrow-eyed glare. “We should probably set up on the dining room table so we have more room.”
Don carried his beer and the game to the table, calling back, “Grab the bowl of chips. And you might as well get the dictionary now so you don’t have to get up later.”
Charlie grumbled behind him, and Don thought he should probably feel guilty for enjoying himself so much at Charlie’s expense, but figured he could do that after he’d won. Maybe he’d even be magnanimous and allow Charlie some say in how they spent their weekend together. Charlie could be a pretty imaginative guy, Don had discovered.
*~*~*
They hadn’t even finished one game by the time their father arrived home from his night out with Stan and the guys.
“Hey, Donny, you’re still here.”
“Hey, Dad. How was your night?”
“Not bad, not bad.” Alan took his jacket off and hung it up, then walked over and studied the game board. “What are you two doing, playing Scrabble?”
“Yes,” Charlie growled as he studied his letters.
Alan glanced at Don and raised his eyebrows. “Somebody’s grouchy.”
“I am not grouchy,” Charlie said as he moved the tiles around.
“He’s losing,” Don helpfully supplied.
“Well, he had to know that before he started,” Alan quipped.
“He did,” Charlie snarled. “Don dared me.”
“Dared you?” Alan asked as Don mouthed, “Double dog dared.”
“And you accepted? Must be some stakes.”
“Winner chooses what we do this weekend,” Charlie said, finally using an existing ‘A’ to create the word ‘zeal’.
“Oh, good one, Charlie,” Alan said, patting Charlie’s shoulder.
Charlie grinned as he counted up his points and added them to the score.
“I thought there was some math exhibit at CalSci this weekend,” Alan said.
“There is,” Charlie said, and Don said, “Exactly,” as he added an ‘O’ and a ‘T’ to turn Charlie’s ‘zeal’ into ‘zealot’. The ‘T’ landed on a pink square.
“I hate you,” Charlie muttered.
“It’s double for the . . . .”
“I know!”
“I’m thinking,” Don said as he watched Charlie add up Don’s score, “I should start with breakfast in bed.”
“You’re gonna let Charlie cook?”
“Good thinking, Dad,” Don said, ignoring Charlie’s, “Hey, I can cook!”
“Charlie can buy me breakfast.”
“Then what?” Alan asked, clearly enjoying the game Don was playing with Charlie.
Don leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms behind his head. “I haven’t decided,” he said, even though he’d already bought the tickets to the exhibit. He felt like letting Charlie sweat a little bit more. “But how about a game of golf Sunday afternoon, the three of us?”
Charlie’s head came up, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He shook his head violently and gave Don the evil eye.
“Sounds good,” Alan said, and he and Don both chuckled at Charlie’s reaction.
“Next time we’re playing chess,” Charlie announced.
“You know, Don’s been practicing,” Alan informed Charlie, who just glared at the both of them. “Well,” Alan said, scrubbing his hands together, “I’d love to stay and watch some more, but I have a feeling you boys are going to be sitting here all night.”
“Charlie could just concede now,” Don suggested.
“In your dreams,” Charlie said.
They both said their goodnights to their father, and listened to him chuckle all the way up the stairs.
Don waited until he heard the bedroom door shut, then said, “I could make it worth your while.”
Charlie narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “How?”
Don pulled the slightly bent tickets out of his pocket and slid them across the table.
Charlie picked them up and stared at them as if he couldn’t figure out what he was seeing. “You got tickets to the exhibit.”
“Yeah. Well, technically, Amita got them, but I asked her to, and I paid for them.” He watched Charlie digest all that. “I’ll even throw in a morning blow job.”
Charlie came out of the fog he’d appeared to be in and waved his hand over the game board. “Then what was all this?”
Don grinned. “I like watching you get all flustered.”
“Oh, really?” Don watched as a lightbulb went on behind Charlie’s eyes. “What about golf?”
“Sorry,” Don said, “you wouldn’t want to disappoint Dad, would you?”
“Yes,” Charlie said. “I would!” His expression turned thoughtful. “I’ll do that thing you like -- you know, that thing with my tongue? -- if you tell Dad something’s come up and we can’t make it to play golf.”
“Bribery, Charlie?” Don said, shifting in the chair at the thought of it, trying to make his jeans fit more comfortably. “That’s beneath you. Besides, you’ll do that thing with your tongue anyway. You said you like the way it makes me moan.”
Charlie flushed and squirmed a little bit himself. “Yeah, well, okay, listen, I can do other things, things you don’t even know, things that’ll make your toes curl. Literally.”
Don’s cock twitched with interest. “We’ll discuss it,” he said as he started to dump all the tiles into the box. “At my place.”
Charlie slammed the dictionary closed. “My bag’s already packed.”
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 1305 words
Spoilers: Through end of season one.
Summary: Don dares Charlie.
Notes/Warning: Incest; humor.
Written: March 15, 2008
“I double dog dare you,” Don said, then hid his grin behind the mouth of the bottle and took a sip of beer.
Charlie just looked at him, apparently struck speechless. Don would have to remember that. Charlie shook his head, ignoring the curls that fell over his forehead, and said, “What are you, twelve?”
Don rubbed his thumb over the corner of the label, which had started to lift due to the condensation and Don’s constant picking. “Chicken.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe you just dared me . . . .”
“Double dog dared you,” Don corrected.
“Double dog dared me,” Charlie amended, “to . . . .”
Don grinned at Charlie’s hesitation.
“I can say it,” Charlie said, “there just doesn’t appear to be a need to, since you clearly know what it is that you dared me . . . .”
“Double . . . .”
Charlie waved Don off. “Yes, yes, double dog dared me to do.”
Don didn’t say anything, though it took some effort. He finished his beer, then pushed off the couch. “I’m gonna get another. You want one?”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Charlie asked, suspicion written all over his face.
“Maybe,” Don said, then disappeared into the kitchen.
“Bring me two!” Charlie called.
Don laughed as he set the empty in the sink and snagged two cold ones from the refrigerator. He returned to the living room and offered one to Charlie. “What’s the matter, Charlie, need some liquid courage?”
“Maybe,” Charlie said.
“The night’s not getting any younger,” Don reminded him, grinning at Charlie’s huff of annoyance. He sat back down on the couch and slouched comfortably into the cushions.
“I know that.”
“So, what’s it gonna be?” Don waited a few minutes for Charlie to answer, but Charlie seemed fascinated by the label on his bottle. “Cluck, cluck, Chuck,” Don said, knowing it would irritate Charlie.
Charlie’s head came up and he glared at Don. “Don’t call me that. And don’t rush me, I’m thinking.”
Don made a show of checking his watch. “Weekend’ll be over before you decide.”
“Okay, fine,” Charlie said, setting his beer down onto the coaster hard enough that Don expected it to foam out the mouth of the bottle. “But next time,” he said as he stomped from the living room, “we play chess.”
“I’ve been practicing,” Don said, chuckling. It was his duty as the big brother to irritate Charlie, even if he’d be paying for it all weekend, no matter who won the game.
Charlie returned and unceremoniously dropped the Scrabble box onto the coffee table in front of Don.
“See you found it after all,” Don commented wryly.
“I hate you,” Charlie groused.
“No you don’t, Chuck, you love me.” Don’s use of the hated nickname didn’t so much as earn him a narrow-eyed glare. “We should probably set up on the dining room table so we have more room.”
Don carried his beer and the game to the table, calling back, “Grab the bowl of chips. And you might as well get the dictionary now so you don’t have to get up later.”
Charlie grumbled behind him, and Don thought he should probably feel guilty for enjoying himself so much at Charlie’s expense, but figured he could do that after he’d won. Maybe he’d even be magnanimous and allow Charlie some say in how they spent their weekend together. Charlie could be a pretty imaginative guy, Don had discovered.
They hadn’t even finished one game by the time their father arrived home from his night out with Stan and the guys.
“Hey, Donny, you’re still here.”
“Hey, Dad. How was your night?”
“Not bad, not bad.” Alan took his jacket off and hung it up, then walked over and studied the game board. “What are you two doing, playing Scrabble?”
“Yes,” Charlie growled as he studied his letters.
Alan glanced at Don and raised his eyebrows. “Somebody’s grouchy.”
“I am not grouchy,” Charlie said as he moved the tiles around.
“He’s losing,” Don helpfully supplied.
“Well, he had to know that before he started,” Alan quipped.
“He did,” Charlie snarled. “Don dared me.”
“Dared you?” Alan asked as Don mouthed, “Double dog dared.”
“And you accepted? Must be some stakes.”
“Winner chooses what we do this weekend,” Charlie said, finally using an existing ‘A’ to create the word ‘zeal’.
“Oh, good one, Charlie,” Alan said, patting Charlie’s shoulder.
Charlie grinned as he counted up his points and added them to the score.
“I thought there was some math exhibit at CalSci this weekend,” Alan said.
“There is,” Charlie said, and Don said, “Exactly,” as he added an ‘O’ and a ‘T’ to turn Charlie’s ‘zeal’ into ‘zealot’. The ‘T’ landed on a pink square.
“I hate you,” Charlie muttered.
“It’s double for the . . . .”
“I know!”
“I’m thinking,” Don said as he watched Charlie add up Don’s score, “I should start with breakfast in bed.”
“You’re gonna let Charlie cook?”
“Good thinking, Dad,” Don said, ignoring Charlie’s, “Hey, I can cook!”
“Charlie can buy me breakfast.”
“Then what?” Alan asked, clearly enjoying the game Don was playing with Charlie.
Don leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms behind his head. “I haven’t decided,” he said, even though he’d already bought the tickets to the exhibit. He felt like letting Charlie sweat a little bit more. “But how about a game of golf Sunday afternoon, the three of us?”
Charlie’s head came up, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He shook his head violently and gave Don the evil eye.
“Sounds good,” Alan said, and he and Don both chuckled at Charlie’s reaction.
“Next time we’re playing chess,” Charlie announced.
“You know, Don’s been practicing,” Alan informed Charlie, who just glared at the both of them. “Well,” Alan said, scrubbing his hands together, “I’d love to stay and watch some more, but I have a feeling you boys are going to be sitting here all night.”
“Charlie could just concede now,” Don suggested.
“In your dreams,” Charlie said.
They both said their goodnights to their father, and listened to him chuckle all the way up the stairs.
Don waited until he heard the bedroom door shut, then said, “I could make it worth your while.”
Charlie narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “How?”
Don pulled the slightly bent tickets out of his pocket and slid them across the table.
Charlie picked them up and stared at them as if he couldn’t figure out what he was seeing. “You got tickets to the exhibit.”
“Yeah. Well, technically, Amita got them, but I asked her to, and I paid for them.” He watched Charlie digest all that. “I’ll even throw in a morning blow job.”
Charlie came out of the fog he’d appeared to be in and waved his hand over the game board. “Then what was all this?”
Don grinned. “I like watching you get all flustered.”
“Oh, really?” Don watched as a lightbulb went on behind Charlie’s eyes. “What about golf?”
“Sorry,” Don said, “you wouldn’t want to disappoint Dad, would you?”
“Yes,” Charlie said. “I would!” His expression turned thoughtful. “I’ll do that thing you like -- you know, that thing with my tongue? -- if you tell Dad something’s come up and we can’t make it to play golf.”
“Bribery, Charlie?” Don said, shifting in the chair at the thought of it, trying to make his jeans fit more comfortably. “That’s beneath you. Besides, you’ll do that thing with your tongue anyway. You said you like the way it makes me moan.”
Charlie flushed and squirmed a little bit himself. “Yeah, well, okay, listen, I can do other things, things you don’t even know, things that’ll make your toes curl. Literally.”
Don’s cock twitched with interest. “We’ll discuss it,” he said as he started to dump all the tiles into the box. “At my place.”
Charlie slammed the dictionary closed. “My bag’s already packed.”
The End
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Date: 2008-03-15 03:07 pm (UTC)I love that Don already had the tickets to the exhibit - must be love! Although I do think he should make Charlie play golf, though *eg*
Great story!
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Date: 2008-03-15 06:03 pm (UTC)I'm happy you liked Don already having the tickets; you're right, it must be love. *g*
Oh, he'll definitely make Charlie pay golf, but he's not above letting Charlie do his best to convince him otherwise. *weg*
Thanks so much! I'm pleased that you enjoyed it.
zoinks!
Date: 2008-03-15 03:11 pm (UTC)so glad to see a new post from you this morning!!!
<3 happy saturday...
Re: zoinks!
Date: 2008-03-15 06:04 pm (UTC)You mean that the fact that they're brothers is quite emphasized? Hee, innocent! Well, it WAS just a game of Scrabble. It's the stakes that make it, uh, naughty. *weg* (Oooh, how about strip Scrabble?!! *g*)
Thanks for reading and commenting; I'm glad you enjoyed it. *g*
Re: zoinks!
Date: 2008-03-15 07:56 pm (UTC)Hey! How about strip chess? We can see how much good Don's practicing has done him!
Re: zoinks!
Date: 2008-03-17 01:07 pm (UTC)If I knew anything about chess I'd definitely have Charlie get back at Don with a game of strip!chess. *bg*
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