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numb3rsflashfic2008-05-20 03:10 pm
spikedluv) wrote in numb3rsflashfic2008-05-20 03:10 pm
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Train Wreck by Spikedluv (Challenge #64: Train)
Title: Train Wreck
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 300-word drabble
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Alan walks in on Don and Charlie.
Notes/Warning: Incest.
Written: May 20, 2008
Once Don had shut the refrigerator door the kitchen was illuminated only by the light filtering in from the backyard. He and Charlie were trying to be quiet so they didn’t wake their father, but Charlie’d had too much to drink and had already dissolved into one fit of giggles he’d tried to hush.
Still giggling, Charlie reached once more for Don’s beer. Don stretched out his arm as far as he could, held the bottle out of reach. He backed Charlie up against the sink, trapped him, then buried his free hand in Charlie’s hair and dragged his head back.
“Don! I just want a sip,” Charlie said around the giggles, but Don knew better. If he relinquished the bottle it would be returned empty, or nearly so, and he’d end up carrying Charlie to bed instead of taking him to the garage.
“I know what you really want,” Don whispered, rocked his hips into Charlie’s, heard Charlie’s breath hitch. Oh yeah, that distracted him from the beer.
Don lowered his head and pressed their lips together, silenced the whimper as he slid his hips against Charlie’s. Charlie gave up on the bottle and got his hands around Don, sliding over his head, down his back.
When the door creaked open and the light came on they jumped apart, turned to look guiltily at their father who stared back at them.
Sleepy eyes turned suspicious. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Charlie said quickly.
“Just protecting my beer,” Don said, raising the bottle, resisting the urge to wipe his mouth.
Don watched as Alan’s eyes took in everything, the heavy breathing, swollen lips, Charlie’s mussed hair, saw the train wreck happening but was unable to avert it. Watched his father’s eyes fill with confused disbelief, then disgusted understanding and outrage.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R/Slash/Incest
Word Count: 300-word drabble
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Alan walks in on Don and Charlie.
Notes/Warning: Incest.
Written: May 20, 2008
Once Don had shut the refrigerator door the kitchen was illuminated only by the light filtering in from the backyard. He and Charlie were trying to be quiet so they didn’t wake their father, but Charlie’d had too much to drink and had already dissolved into one fit of giggles he’d tried to hush.
Still giggling, Charlie reached once more for Don’s beer. Don stretched out his arm as far as he could, held the bottle out of reach. He backed Charlie up against the sink, trapped him, then buried his free hand in Charlie’s hair and dragged his head back.
“Don! I just want a sip,” Charlie said around the giggles, but Don knew better. If he relinquished the bottle it would be returned empty, or nearly so, and he’d end up carrying Charlie to bed instead of taking him to the garage.
“I know what you really want,” Don whispered, rocked his hips into Charlie’s, heard Charlie’s breath hitch. Oh yeah, that distracted him from the beer.
Don lowered his head and pressed their lips together, silenced the whimper as he slid his hips against Charlie’s. Charlie gave up on the bottle and got his hands around Don, sliding over his head, down his back.
When the door creaked open and the light came on they jumped apart, turned to look guiltily at their father who stared back at them.
Sleepy eyes turned suspicious. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Charlie said quickly.
“Just protecting my beer,” Don said, raising the bottle, resisting the urge to wipe his mouth.
Don watched as Alan’s eyes took in everything, the heavy breathing, swollen lips, Charlie’s mussed hair, saw the train wreck happening but was unable to avert it. Watched his father’s eyes fill with confused disbelief, then disgusted understanding and outrage.
The End
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I will just have to seek out some happy!fic to cheer me up first.
If you don't write a sequel, I will be hunting you down
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If you don't write a sequel, I will be hunting you down *gulp* *g*
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What?
NO!!!!
Give me more....what happens next....please.
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I do actually have a bit more in mind, so I'll hopefully get that written soon. *g*
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(Anonymous) 2008-05-20 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)Please don't leave it there!!!!!
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I do have a follow-up in mind, the only question is whether it gets written. *g*
owie.
and i third or fourth everyone else: PLEASE CONTINUE!
Re: owie.
I do have an idea for a follow-up, now it just needs writing. *g*
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I want more. *nods* Poor boys...
You know, I was going to read this because I wanted some distraction as I'm currently quite stuck with writing Ian/Don/Colby (with Colby/Charlie as sub-pairing) but... aaargh! this hasn't helped!
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