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numb3rsflashficTitle: When Imaginations Run Wild
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: PG13/Slash
Word Count: 550 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Don’s imagination runs wild.
Notes/Warning: Humor, fluff, implied incest.
Written: May 10, 2008
Don felt silly, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. He just hoped that Charlie never found out about it because if he did, Don would never hear the end of it.
Just then his cell rang. Don flipped it open without taking his eyes off the house he was watching through the front windshield and placed it to his ear. “Eppes,” he snapped. They had better not be calling him back in because Don didn’t want to drop what he was currently doing.
“Hey, Don.”
“Charlie.” Speak of the devil.
“I need a ride home, can you pick me up at Amita’s?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Don said.
“Need directions?”
There was something in Charlie’s voice, but Don couldn’t put his finger on it. “Un, no.”
“Didn’t think so. I’m putting on my jacket right now and walking out the front door. Pull up to the end of the driveway.”
“Uh, Charlie . . . .”
“Now,” Charlie said, then disconnected.
Uh oh, Don thought, busted.
He started the Suburban and checked his mirrors before pulling away from the curb, rolled to a stop five houses down at the end of Amita’s driveway just as Charlie walked out the front door.
Charlie got in the SUV and fastened his seatbelt without saying a word. Don hoped that meant they wouldn’t have to talk about this, but he knew that was probably too much to hope for.
They made it about two miles before Charlie couldn’t hold it in anymore. “What were you doing?” Don opened his mouth to answer, but Charlie didn’t let him. “You could’ve just come in, you know. I invited you to go with me.”
“I know, I just . . . .”
Sometimes Don felt like a fifth wheel when Charlie got together with Larry and Amita. He liked them both, but they had little in common outside of Charlie, and it felt odd accompanying Charlie as his brother. It wasn’t like Don could play the possessive boyfriend card when Amita was oozing sexuality just by breathing. Not that Charlie would let him play the possessive boyfriend card. So Don didn’t accompany him, and then he drove himself nuts imagining all sorts of scenarios that included Amita all darkly sensuous and stopped just short of a threesome because even at his most insanely jealous he couldn’t make his mind go there.
“Jesus,” Charlie said, shaking his head, “I can’t believe you were staking out Amita’s house.”
When Charlie put it like that, it did sound pretty absurd. Not that Don would ever admit it. Instead he muttered, “I can’t believe you spotted me.”
“You’d be surprised how a black SUV stands out in a neighborhood like this,” Charlie said dryly.
“So,” Don said, “what, uh, what were you guys doing?”
“Very subtle,” Charlie said. “If you must know, Amita showed us a new puzzle she bought and Larry convinced her to set it up.”
“Puzzle?”
“Jigsaw.”
“Ahh. Sounds . . . .” Don didn’t want to say boring, but . . . .
“Not quite the den of iniquity you were imagining, I’m sure.”
Don couldn’t help smiling at that, partly because of Charlie’s tone, partly at his own ridiculous behavior. He glanced over at Charlie who just shook his head again, then smiled back.
“Next time, just come with me.”
“Yeah,” Don said, reaching out and taking Charlie’s hand, “okay.”
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: PG13/Slash
Word Count: 550 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Don’s imagination runs wild.
Notes/Warning: Humor, fluff, implied incest.
Written: May 10, 2008
Don felt silly, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. He just hoped that Charlie never found out about it because if he did, Don would never hear the end of it.
Just then his cell rang. Don flipped it open without taking his eyes off the house he was watching through the front windshield and placed it to his ear. “Eppes,” he snapped. They had better not be calling him back in because Don didn’t want to drop what he was currently doing.
“Hey, Don.”
“Charlie.” Speak of the devil.
“I need a ride home, can you pick me up at Amita’s?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Don said.
“Need directions?”
There was something in Charlie’s voice, but Don couldn’t put his finger on it. “Un, no.”
“Didn’t think so. I’m putting on my jacket right now and walking out the front door. Pull up to the end of the driveway.”
“Uh, Charlie . . . .”
“Now,” Charlie said, then disconnected.
Uh oh, Don thought, busted.
He started the Suburban and checked his mirrors before pulling away from the curb, rolled to a stop five houses down at the end of Amita’s driveway just as Charlie walked out the front door.
Charlie got in the SUV and fastened his seatbelt without saying a word. Don hoped that meant they wouldn’t have to talk about this, but he knew that was probably too much to hope for.
They made it about two miles before Charlie couldn’t hold it in anymore. “What were you doing?” Don opened his mouth to answer, but Charlie didn’t let him. “You could’ve just come in, you know. I invited you to go with me.”
“I know, I just . . . .”
Sometimes Don felt like a fifth wheel when Charlie got together with Larry and Amita. He liked them both, but they had little in common outside of Charlie, and it felt odd accompanying Charlie as his brother. It wasn’t like Don could play the possessive boyfriend card when Amita was oozing sexuality just by breathing. Not that Charlie would let him play the possessive boyfriend card. So Don didn’t accompany him, and then he drove himself nuts imagining all sorts of scenarios that included Amita all darkly sensuous and stopped just short of a threesome because even at his most insanely jealous he couldn’t make his mind go there.
“Jesus,” Charlie said, shaking his head, “I can’t believe you were staking out Amita’s house.”
When Charlie put it like that, it did sound pretty absurd. Not that Don would ever admit it. Instead he muttered, “I can’t believe you spotted me.”
“You’d be surprised how a black SUV stands out in a neighborhood like this,” Charlie said dryly.
“So,” Don said, “what, uh, what were you guys doing?”
“Very subtle,” Charlie said. “If you must know, Amita showed us a new puzzle she bought and Larry convinced her to set it up.”
“Puzzle?”
“Jigsaw.”
“Ahh. Sounds . . . .” Don didn’t want to say boring, but . . . .
“Not quite the den of iniquity you were imagining, I’m sure.”
Don couldn’t help smiling at that, partly because of Charlie’s tone, partly at his own ridiculous behavior. He glanced over at Charlie who just shook his head again, then smiled back.
“Next time, just come with me.”
“Yeah,” Don said, reaching out and taking Charlie’s hand, “okay.”
The End
