A Vegas Sequel (9/9): Surprise Ending (Don/Charlie, Storyteller series, NC-17)
Title: A Vegas Sequel
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: What happens when Don and Charlie go back to their hotel room...and Don tells another story.
Part 9 of 9: Surprise Ending
Charlie shocks Don.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 3338
Part 9 - Surprise Ending
"Is that the end of the story?" Charlie whispered.
Don was lying on one side of the bed. On the other side, Charlie was still clutching the pillow and his knuckle was wet and red from Charlie biting it.
"Yeah," Don managed.
Charlie said, "That was amazing. I don't know how you do it, but each is better than the last."
"Thanks," Don said faintly, over the roaring in his ears. His body ached painfully. Charlie, so near, so obviously turned on.
"I still don't really understand all of this," Charlie said quietly. "You and this and everything…"
Don told his body to shut up and schooled his face to mild curiosity.
"But," Charlie said, "First…"
Then Charlie launched himself at Don, knocking him on his back, and climbed on top of him. Before Don could do anything but grunt in surprise, Charlie was kissing his face and his neck and squirming to lie flat against Don's body.
Breaking out of his paralysis, Don began to kiss him back. His hands were in Charlie's hair and down Charlie's back and squeezing his ass. They both gave a gasp as hard cock rubbed up against hard cock.
"Enjoyed the story?" Don said hoarsely.
"Yes," Charlie said, biting at Don's earlobe. "Not just."
Before Don could ask what he meant, Charlie's mouth was on his and Don was lost to the kiss.
They kissed fiercely, deeply, their bodies echoing their passion. Don wrapped his arms around Charlie and rolled him over until Don was on top. Then it was Don's turn to devour Charlie's face and neck. Charlie's hands slowly slid down Don's back until they rested on his ass.
Charlie squeezed Don's ass, pushing his pelvis up into Don's.
Don moaned against Charlie's neck then said, "I'm gonna lose it if you keep doing that. But whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Charlie said, his voice a low tease that almost set Don off anyway.
"Anything," Don gasped. "Anything."
Charlie narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and Don would have given anything to be know what scenarios Charlie was imagining.
"There is no calculation that I can find to explain why I'm ready to go again," Charlie said. "But the physical evidence is indisputable."
Don kissed Charlie again, a long deep kiss. It was either that or admit that Charlie talking like a professor turned him on.
Charlie pushed Don off and rolled back on top. He sat up, straddling Don's hips, and began to unbutton his pajama shirt.
"Oh, let me do it," Don said huskily.
Charlie removed his hands and leaned over. Don eased out each button, like he had wanted to so many times, slowly exposing Charlie's hairy chest. He pushed the shirt to the side and ran his hands over Charlie's torso. Charlie took the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the side.
Licking his lips, Don reached into the fly of Charlie's pajama bottoms. He wrapped his fingers around Charlie's hard cock and wrestled it out of the fly. The vision of Charlie's cock sticking out of those pajamas made Don tremble with excitement.
While Don admired Charlie's cock, Charlie reached over and grabbed a pillow. He put it up near the top of the bed. "Lay your head on this?"
Don complied and Charlie scooted up his body until his cock was next to Don's mouth. Don quickly took the head into his mouth and began to suck.
Charlie let out a long shuddering sigh. He leaned his head against the wall behind the bed and watched Don work.
"I wasn't imagining it," Charlie said in a wondering tone. "You feel like heaven."
Don looked up Charlie's body to his glowing face. Don lifted his mouth from Charlie's cock and said, "You taste like heaven. This is heaven."
"Yeah…"
Don returned to his delicious task. Charlie rocked gently, sliding his cock in and out of Don's lips. Don rans his hands up Charlie's bare chest, finding Charlie's nipples and pulling at them.
Charlie gave a grunting sigh of pleasure.
Don wished he could have recorded it so he could listen to it over and over. He wasn't sure if he could ever capture the sound in words, the surprise and wonder and arousal. Don's cock pulsed in his shorts.
"Hang on," Charlie suddenly said. "I'll be back."
He pulled himself out of Don's mouth and crawled off the bed. He pulled his pajama pants and underwear down and kicked them off.
"C'mon," Charlie said impatiently. "Get undressed."
Don quickly got up and stripped off his clothes. It was a relief to free his hard cock from his underwear.
"Okay, lie back down," Charlie said.
As fast as he could, Don lay back down. He adjusted the pillow and opened his mouth again in invitation.
Charlie took his time, his eyes caressing Don's naked body. "I've never really looked at you like this."
"Like what?" Don said, his own eyes on Charlie's body, memorizing every inch.
"Like, you know."
Don reached out for Charlie. "No, I don't know."
"Like, you know, a lover."
A hot flush went through Don. For now, for this night, Charlie was his lover. Don was proud of how even his voice was as he said, "C'mere, lover, and let me suck your cock."
Grinning, Charlie crawled back on the bed and sat again on Don's chest.
Don happily welcomed Charlie's cock back between his lips. Don put one hand on Charlie's ass and roamed Charlie's body with the other. He reached up to Charlie's nearest nipple and began to play with it.
Don felt a shiver pass through Charlie's body and into his. Don played with the nipple until it was hard, then did the same to the other. Charlie's breathing was growing heavy.
Placing both hands firmly on Charlie's ass, Don began to suck harder. Charlie responded by rocking his pelvis with more urgency.
Charlie whimpered, soft high helpless noises, and pressed his forehead against the wall.
Abruptly, Charlie reached down one hand and grabbed hold of Don's hair. He held Don's head in place and began to thrust into his mouth.
Digging his fingers into Charlie's ass cheeks, Don held on Charlie's cock hammered his mouth, banging against the back of his throat.
With Charlie sitting on his chest and Charlie's cock filling his mouth, Don couldn't breathe but he didn't care. He hoped Charlie would fuck his mouth until he passed out.
Charlie's legs were shaking and hot cum burst against Don's tongue. Charlie moaned, his hand in Don's hair painfully tight, and kept going. Don tried to swallow but he could only hold on, his vision starting to grey around the edges.
Charlie's thrusting had barely begun to slow when he leaned to one side and reached behind him with his free hand. Don's body jolted in surprise when Charlie grabbed hold of his cock.
Though it hadn't been touched in a while, Don's cock was hard and tight. Charlie jerked at it while still rocking his pelvis against Don's lips.
Don's vision greyed out completely as he felt his orgasm rising. He sucked on Charlie's cock, held onto his ass, and pushed his own hips up upwards.
He must have blacked out for a second because suddenly he was mid-orgasm, pleasure blazing through him.
Charlie's cock was starting to soften so Don was able to breathe again, the desperate arrival of oxygen doubling his orgasm, reverberating through his body.
Charlie released Don's hair and Don's head dropped back. He lay there, gasping and shaking. Slowly, he realized that Charlie was gasping and shaking too.
They stayed in place for a long time, regaining their senses.
Eventually, Charlie let go of Don's cock and brought his hand back into sight. Don's cum was on his fingers, and Charlie took an experimental lick. Don's ragged pulse jumped again.
Charlie made a face. "Nasty."
Don gave a wheezing laugh. "We've got regular food still."
"Good!" Charlie said then half-moved, half-fell to the bed at Don's side. He groaned, straightening out his body. "Put some of it into my mouth."
Don laughed again and rolled slowly off the bed. When his feet hit the floor, his knees buckled and he sat with a thump on the floor. He leaned against the side of the bed, wishing he hadn't put the food cart so far away.
Charlie peered over the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"
Don smiled up at him, feeling light-headed, and it wasn't just the lack of oxygen. "You fucked my mouth until I blacked out. I'm wonderful."
"You blacked out?" Charlie stammered. "Wow, I'm sor--"
"I'm not!"
Charlie still looked chagrined. "Still, I-"
"I said 'anything,' Charlie. I meant it."
Charlie gazed him for a long moment. "I believe you."
"Good," Don said. He wanted to kiss him but was sure Charlie wouldn't like cum-breath. "Let me get some food."
Don crawled over to the room-service cart then pulled himself to his feet. "Want some more of those Greek donuts?"
"What else is there?"
Don took the lids off some potato skins, a plate of prosciutto-wrapped honeydew, and some fried mac-n-cheese balls. He brought the plates over to the bed. Charlie smiled, laid back, and opened his mouth.
Don proceeded to feed him bite by bite.
A little while later, Charlie's amazing appetite finally sated, Don cleaned up and then lay down next to Charlie. Don's cock was already half-hard again, but he hoped Charlie wouldn't notice, even though they were both still naked.
Don turned on his side and smiled at Charlie. He rested his hand on Charlie's chest, in a way that he hoped was casual and not if-I-stop-touching-you-I-might-die.
If Charlie didn't wake up tomorrow with regrets, Don might have one more full day touching him. The plans for the weekend had been to sleep in tomorrow morning, then meet the whole group for lunch at the casino buffet. A Cirque de Soleil show was planned for the afternoon then dinner. The official bachelor party - stupid games included - was set for 7pm. Sunday morning they'd head home. Two nights and one day. Would Charlie be eager for more brotherly sex or had he gotten his fill?
Don watched Charlie gaze up at the ceiling and wondered what he was thinking.
Without looking at him, Charlie said, "I'm getting married in 14 days, 22 hours, and 12 minutes."
Don couldn't hide his sigh and he flopped to his back. Would Charlie's regrets start now?
Charlie turned his head. His face was serious, but there was something in his eyes…
Quietly, Charlie said, "Don, I think I want-not right now, maybe later tonight or tomorrow morning. I think I want you to fuck me."
A shockwave blasted through Don. He went rigid.
Charlie continued, "It seems like, you make it sound really pleasurable. And I've obviously never experienced it and wouldn't be able to after, you know. And your stories really make me think that it might be fun."
Don's voice was gone.
Charlie's face grew less confident. "I mean, I'm guessing, I had assumed, based on your story, that that was something that you would like. Maybe you just like the story and maybe you want the other way around. I heard that men are like that. You know, one way."
He paused but Don was still silent with shock.
"If you don't want…" Charlie said slowly.
Don managed a gargling sound.
"Don?" Charlie braced himself up on his elbow and looked down at Don. "You okay?"
Don swallowed hard and pushed out, "I think I died."
"What?" Charlie laughed.
"Someone just told you that you'd won the Fields Medal."
"Huh?"
"What people call the Nobel Prize for Mathematics."
"Ye-es."
"Might take you a minute."
Charlie's face cleared. "I think that was a yes."
"Hell, yes." Don was ready to go right this instant. He was going to get Charlie, he was going to get… everything.
"So you are interested in, um, you know."
"Fucking you? God almighty, yes."
Charlie flushed, looking pleased. "Okay, then do we need, um, stuff?"
"Like condoms and lube?"
Charlie nodded.
"Well, we could make do…" Don wanted to fuck Charlie bareback, but he'd take him in any way.
"Oh, well, I, uh, don't really know… I'll leave that in your hands. You've got the experience."
"Yeah," Don said. He knew that everyone he'd ever fucked had just been practice, just exercises to make Don the best lover possible, for when it actually mattered.
He was glad that Charlie had said to wait a while before doing it. Don's body felt on fire, arousal throbbing sharp and painful through his body. It was like that moment that he'd first realized he was attracted to Charlie, though he'd thought himself incapable of attraction. If he were to fuck Charlie right now, there would be no warmup or care. Don's body wanted to take Charlie fast and rough and leave them both shattered.
He tried to take deep breaths.
"Are you shaking?" Charlie asked.
"Fields Medal, remember?"
"Right," Charlie said thoughtfully. "I can't imagine…anyone considering sex with me as good as a Fields."
"Better than," Don said. "I just couldn't come up with anything better."
"This is all very strange," Charlie said, his hand on Don's wrist. "Your heart is racing. Over sex?"
"Over you," Don said. "And sex."
"And you never really explained to me 'queer.' Do you like men, then?"
Don was surprised that Charlie hadn't figured Don's obsession out yet. Maybe it seemed too ridiculous.
"I have a type," Don said, touching Charlie's cheek. "I like men who are short, curly-haired, Jewish, and have an off-the-charts IQ. They must have big brown eyes, chalk-stained fingers, and a thing for baseball statistics."
Charlie softly replied, "Can't be many of those."
"One," Don whispered. "There's one."
Charlie stared at him a moment, and Don thought maybe Charlie was finally getting it.
And wasn't sure that it was a good thing.
Don put a smile on his face. "I should put the dirty dishes out and put the rest in the mini-fridge. We can always order more, too."
He sat up, got out of bed, then busied himself clearing up the dirty plates and sorting the little remaining food. Considering the amount that he'd ordered, that was pretty impressive. His hands trembled as he thought of what Charlie might want to eat after being fucked.
I'm going to get to fuck Charlie sang through Don's head as he found his clothes and got dressed. His underwear and shorts hid his erection, at least a little.
He offered Charlie his pajamas.
"While I'd prefer to stay naked with you," Don said. "I'm going to open the door to put the dishes out. We should be careful."
Charlie took his clothes. "And it'll make it easier to resist, uh, overextending ourselves."
"Yeah," Don said regretfully. He gathered the dirty dishes while Charlie got dressed. When Charlie was covered, Don opened the door.
There was no one in the hallway, but the old cart was gone. Someone might have been in the hall, listening, right when Charlie was hammering Don's mouth.
Don shivered, whether from excitement or anxiety, he couldn't say. He set the dishes down and quickly shut the door.
He turned to see Charlie pulling back the covers of the bed and settling the pillows. It was the bed that they'd just had sex on, the bed that Don had slept in last night. He hoped that Charlie…
"Get the remote before you come to bed?" Charlie said. "Oh, and a glass of water?"
Don smiled, thinking of the times that he'd gotten Charlie a glass of water before bed. But they've never been going to bed together.
Don filled a glass and handed it to him, then grabbed the TV remote. He climbed under the covers and scooted towards Charlie.
Smiling, Charlie came into his arms. They kissed briefly then Charlie settled against Don's shoulder. Don sighed happily.
Don turned on the TV and began to look for a game to watch, but his mind was on Charlie. He had tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow night with Charlie, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He never wanted to leave Vegas, but he couldn't think of that right now. He squeezed Charlie's shoulder and kissed his hair.
Don chose a World Series replay and Charlie didn't complain, just snugged closer.
This was heaven. Vegas was the new heaven.
They watched the game quietly for a few minutes. Don wasn't paying much attention, he was trying to imprint on himself the feel of Charlie, his scent, the sound of him breathing so close by.
Suddenly, Charlie said, "I'm getting married in 14 days, 21 hours, and 48 minutes."
Don grimaced. "Do you have to remind me?"
Charlie continued, his voice thoughtful. "I haven't gathered enough data yet, since my previous pace obviously doesn't apply to this situation, but I'm wondering just how many orgasms I can have in 14 days, 21 hours, and 48 minutes."
Don sat up, rolling Charlie off his arm. He stared down at Charlie.
Charlie gave him an unsure smile. "Maybe it's wedding jitters but… You make me feel incredible. Like I've never experienced. I don't know if it's you in particular or… I want to explore it as long as I can."
"You mean…all the way up to the wedding?"
"As possible, yes."
"At home?"
"Maybe use your apartment, yes. I'm sure there's lots of moving and best man things that we can use as an excuse."
Still stunned, Don asked, "What about-"
"Just let me have this," Charlie said. "I want everything, I want to try everything. I feel like I've never had sex before and I just have a short period of time before becoming a eunuch."
"Ouch," Don said, guilt unexpectedly flooding him. He didn't want to come between Charlie and happiness. He just wanted Charlie to stay in California, to stay nearby. Within reach.
"Is that a terrible way to talk about getting married?" Charlie asked. "It's terrible, isn't it."
Don leaned down and kissed Charlie. "Yes, it is, but I don't care. I like you terrible."
Charlie smiled crookedly.
Kissing him again, Don murmured, "I like you good, awful, every way. And I will happily give up 10 years of my life for 14 days and something hours with you."
"This is a really bad idea," Charlie said then lifted his head to kiss Don again. "A really bad idea."
"I'm full of bad ideas," Don said. "And you are right in the middle of all of them."
"Good," Charlie said. He yawned suddenly then blinked and rubbed his eyes. "I guess I'm tired."
"Guess so," Don said, loving these normal behaviors of Charlie while he was in Don's bed.
While Charlie took a drink of water, Don lay on his back and stretched his right arm out. Charlie finished and snuggled up against Don.
Don closed his arm around Charlie, sliding his fingers underneath Charlie's pajama top to rest against his skin.
"Don?" Charlie murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, buddy?"
"In the morning, can you tell me another story?"
"Sure."
Don felt Charlie relax and fall quickly to sleep in the way only Charlie could.
Don smiled and settled his sleeping brother against his shoulder. The baseball game played on the TV but Don didn't see it. His body felt calm, complete, satiated in a way that it had never been before. Tonight, he'd had sex with someone he was attracted to for the first time in his life. He finally understood all the hype, all the movies and romances and porn. He understood climax and heartbreak and desire.
Maybe he even understood love.
He rested his cheek against Charlie's hair and said softly, "I'll tell you as many stories as you ask for, Charlie. Anything you want. But no story is ever going to match this reality."
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Don Eppes/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: What happens when Don and Charlie go back to their hotel room...and Don tells another story.
Part 9 of 9: Surprise Ending
Charlie shocks Don.
Sequel to: A Vegas Story
Warning: Sibling Incest
Word Count: 3338
Part 9 - Surprise Ending
"Is that the end of the story?" Charlie whispered.
Don was lying on one side of the bed. On the other side, Charlie was still clutching the pillow and his knuckle was wet and red from Charlie biting it.
"Yeah," Don managed.
Charlie said, "That was amazing. I don't know how you do it, but each is better than the last."
"Thanks," Don said faintly, over the roaring in his ears. His body ached painfully. Charlie, so near, so obviously turned on.
"I still don't really understand all of this," Charlie said quietly. "You and this and everything…"
Don told his body to shut up and schooled his face to mild curiosity.
"But," Charlie said, "First…"
Then Charlie launched himself at Don, knocking him on his back, and climbed on top of him. Before Don could do anything but grunt in surprise, Charlie was kissing his face and his neck and squirming to lie flat against Don's body.
Breaking out of his paralysis, Don began to kiss him back. His hands were in Charlie's hair and down Charlie's back and squeezing his ass. They both gave a gasp as hard cock rubbed up against hard cock.
"Enjoyed the story?" Don said hoarsely.
"Yes," Charlie said, biting at Don's earlobe. "Not just."
Before Don could ask what he meant, Charlie's mouth was on his and Don was lost to the kiss.
They kissed fiercely, deeply, their bodies echoing their passion. Don wrapped his arms around Charlie and rolled him over until Don was on top. Then it was Don's turn to devour Charlie's face and neck. Charlie's hands slowly slid down Don's back until they rested on his ass.
Charlie squeezed Don's ass, pushing his pelvis up into Don's.
Don moaned against Charlie's neck then said, "I'm gonna lose it if you keep doing that. But whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Charlie said, his voice a low tease that almost set Don off anyway.
"Anything," Don gasped. "Anything."
Charlie narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and Don would have given anything to be know what scenarios Charlie was imagining.
"There is no calculation that I can find to explain why I'm ready to go again," Charlie said. "But the physical evidence is indisputable."
Don kissed Charlie again, a long deep kiss. It was either that or admit that Charlie talking like a professor turned him on.
Charlie pushed Don off and rolled back on top. He sat up, straddling Don's hips, and began to unbutton his pajama shirt.
"Oh, let me do it," Don said huskily.
Charlie removed his hands and leaned over. Don eased out each button, like he had wanted to so many times, slowly exposing Charlie's hairy chest. He pushed the shirt to the side and ran his hands over Charlie's torso. Charlie took the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the side.
Licking his lips, Don reached into the fly of Charlie's pajama bottoms. He wrapped his fingers around Charlie's hard cock and wrestled it out of the fly. The vision of Charlie's cock sticking out of those pajamas made Don tremble with excitement.
While Don admired Charlie's cock, Charlie reached over and grabbed a pillow. He put it up near the top of the bed. "Lay your head on this?"
Don complied and Charlie scooted up his body until his cock was next to Don's mouth. Don quickly took the head into his mouth and began to suck.
Charlie let out a long shuddering sigh. He leaned his head against the wall behind the bed and watched Don work.
"I wasn't imagining it," Charlie said in a wondering tone. "You feel like heaven."
Don looked up Charlie's body to his glowing face. Don lifted his mouth from Charlie's cock and said, "You taste like heaven. This is heaven."
"Yeah…"
Don returned to his delicious task. Charlie rocked gently, sliding his cock in and out of Don's lips. Don rans his hands up Charlie's bare chest, finding Charlie's nipples and pulling at them.
Charlie gave a grunting sigh of pleasure.
Don wished he could have recorded it so he could listen to it over and over. He wasn't sure if he could ever capture the sound in words, the surprise and wonder and arousal. Don's cock pulsed in his shorts.
"Hang on," Charlie suddenly said. "I'll be back."
He pulled himself out of Don's mouth and crawled off the bed. He pulled his pajama pants and underwear down and kicked them off.
"C'mon," Charlie said impatiently. "Get undressed."
Don quickly got up and stripped off his clothes. It was a relief to free his hard cock from his underwear.
"Okay, lie back down," Charlie said.
As fast as he could, Don lay back down. He adjusted the pillow and opened his mouth again in invitation.
Charlie took his time, his eyes caressing Don's naked body. "I've never really looked at you like this."
"Like what?" Don said, his own eyes on Charlie's body, memorizing every inch.
"Like, you know."
Don reached out for Charlie. "No, I don't know."
"Like, you know, a lover."
A hot flush went through Don. For now, for this night, Charlie was his lover. Don was proud of how even his voice was as he said, "C'mere, lover, and let me suck your cock."
Grinning, Charlie crawled back on the bed and sat again on Don's chest.
Don happily welcomed Charlie's cock back between his lips. Don put one hand on Charlie's ass and roamed Charlie's body with the other. He reached up to Charlie's nearest nipple and began to play with it.
Don felt a shiver pass through Charlie's body and into his. Don played with the nipple until it was hard, then did the same to the other. Charlie's breathing was growing heavy.
Placing both hands firmly on Charlie's ass, Don began to suck harder. Charlie responded by rocking his pelvis with more urgency.
Charlie whimpered, soft high helpless noises, and pressed his forehead against the wall.
Abruptly, Charlie reached down one hand and grabbed hold of Don's hair. He held Don's head in place and began to thrust into his mouth.
Digging his fingers into Charlie's ass cheeks, Don held on Charlie's cock hammered his mouth, banging against the back of his throat.
With Charlie sitting on his chest and Charlie's cock filling his mouth, Don couldn't breathe but he didn't care. He hoped Charlie would fuck his mouth until he passed out.
Charlie's legs were shaking and hot cum burst against Don's tongue. Charlie moaned, his hand in Don's hair painfully tight, and kept going. Don tried to swallow but he could only hold on, his vision starting to grey around the edges.
Charlie's thrusting had barely begun to slow when he leaned to one side and reached behind him with his free hand. Don's body jolted in surprise when Charlie grabbed hold of his cock.
Though it hadn't been touched in a while, Don's cock was hard and tight. Charlie jerked at it while still rocking his pelvis against Don's lips.
Don's vision greyed out completely as he felt his orgasm rising. He sucked on Charlie's cock, held onto his ass, and pushed his own hips up upwards.
He must have blacked out for a second because suddenly he was mid-orgasm, pleasure blazing through him.
Charlie's cock was starting to soften so Don was able to breathe again, the desperate arrival of oxygen doubling his orgasm, reverberating through his body.
Charlie released Don's hair and Don's head dropped back. He lay there, gasping and shaking. Slowly, he realized that Charlie was gasping and shaking too.
They stayed in place for a long time, regaining their senses.
Eventually, Charlie let go of Don's cock and brought his hand back into sight. Don's cum was on his fingers, and Charlie took an experimental lick. Don's ragged pulse jumped again.
Charlie made a face. "Nasty."
Don gave a wheezing laugh. "We've got regular food still."
"Good!" Charlie said then half-moved, half-fell to the bed at Don's side. He groaned, straightening out his body. "Put some of it into my mouth."
Don laughed again and rolled slowly off the bed. When his feet hit the floor, his knees buckled and he sat with a thump on the floor. He leaned against the side of the bed, wishing he hadn't put the food cart so far away.
Charlie peered over the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"
Don smiled up at him, feeling light-headed, and it wasn't just the lack of oxygen. "You fucked my mouth until I blacked out. I'm wonderful."
"You blacked out?" Charlie stammered. "Wow, I'm sor--"
"I'm not!"
Charlie still looked chagrined. "Still, I-"
"I said 'anything,' Charlie. I meant it."
Charlie gazed him for a long moment. "I believe you."
"Good," Don said. He wanted to kiss him but was sure Charlie wouldn't like cum-breath. "Let me get some food."
Don crawled over to the room-service cart then pulled himself to his feet. "Want some more of those Greek donuts?"
"What else is there?"
Don took the lids off some potato skins, a plate of prosciutto-wrapped honeydew, and some fried mac-n-cheese balls. He brought the plates over to the bed. Charlie smiled, laid back, and opened his mouth.
Don proceeded to feed him bite by bite.
A little while later, Charlie's amazing appetite finally sated, Don cleaned up and then lay down next to Charlie. Don's cock was already half-hard again, but he hoped Charlie wouldn't notice, even though they were both still naked.
Don turned on his side and smiled at Charlie. He rested his hand on Charlie's chest, in a way that he hoped was casual and not if-I-stop-touching-you-I-might-die.
If Charlie didn't wake up tomorrow with regrets, Don might have one more full day touching him. The plans for the weekend had been to sleep in tomorrow morning, then meet the whole group for lunch at the casino buffet. A Cirque de Soleil show was planned for the afternoon then dinner. The official bachelor party - stupid games included - was set for 7pm. Sunday morning they'd head home. Two nights and one day. Would Charlie be eager for more brotherly sex or had he gotten his fill?
Don watched Charlie gaze up at the ceiling and wondered what he was thinking.
Without looking at him, Charlie said, "I'm getting married in 14 days, 22 hours, and 12 minutes."
Don couldn't hide his sigh and he flopped to his back. Would Charlie's regrets start now?
Charlie turned his head. His face was serious, but there was something in his eyes…
Quietly, Charlie said, "Don, I think I want-not right now, maybe later tonight or tomorrow morning. I think I want you to fuck me."
A shockwave blasted through Don. He went rigid.
Charlie continued, "It seems like, you make it sound really pleasurable. And I've obviously never experienced it and wouldn't be able to after, you know. And your stories really make me think that it might be fun."
Don's voice was gone.
Charlie's face grew less confident. "I mean, I'm guessing, I had assumed, based on your story, that that was something that you would like. Maybe you just like the story and maybe you want the other way around. I heard that men are like that. You know, one way."
He paused but Don was still silent with shock.
"If you don't want…" Charlie said slowly.
Don managed a gargling sound.
"Don?" Charlie braced himself up on his elbow and looked down at Don. "You okay?"
Don swallowed hard and pushed out, "I think I died."
"What?" Charlie laughed.
"Someone just told you that you'd won the Fields Medal."
"Huh?"
"What people call the Nobel Prize for Mathematics."
"Ye-es."
"Might take you a minute."
Charlie's face cleared. "I think that was a yes."
"Hell, yes." Don was ready to go right this instant. He was going to get Charlie, he was going to get… everything.
"So you are interested in, um, you know."
"Fucking you? God almighty, yes."
Charlie flushed, looking pleased. "Okay, then do we need, um, stuff?"
"Like condoms and lube?"
Charlie nodded.
"Well, we could make do…" Don wanted to fuck Charlie bareback, but he'd take him in any way.
"Oh, well, I, uh, don't really know… I'll leave that in your hands. You've got the experience."
"Yeah," Don said. He knew that everyone he'd ever fucked had just been practice, just exercises to make Don the best lover possible, for when it actually mattered.
He was glad that Charlie had said to wait a while before doing it. Don's body felt on fire, arousal throbbing sharp and painful through his body. It was like that moment that he'd first realized he was attracted to Charlie, though he'd thought himself incapable of attraction. If he were to fuck Charlie right now, there would be no warmup or care. Don's body wanted to take Charlie fast and rough and leave them both shattered.
He tried to take deep breaths.
"Are you shaking?" Charlie asked.
"Fields Medal, remember?"
"Right," Charlie said thoughtfully. "I can't imagine…anyone considering sex with me as good as a Fields."
"Better than," Don said. "I just couldn't come up with anything better."
"This is all very strange," Charlie said, his hand on Don's wrist. "Your heart is racing. Over sex?"
"Over you," Don said. "And sex."
"And you never really explained to me 'queer.' Do you like men, then?"
Don was surprised that Charlie hadn't figured Don's obsession out yet. Maybe it seemed too ridiculous.
"I have a type," Don said, touching Charlie's cheek. "I like men who are short, curly-haired, Jewish, and have an off-the-charts IQ. They must have big brown eyes, chalk-stained fingers, and a thing for baseball statistics."
Charlie softly replied, "Can't be many of those."
"One," Don whispered. "There's one."
Charlie stared at him a moment, and Don thought maybe Charlie was finally getting it.
And wasn't sure that it was a good thing.
Don put a smile on his face. "I should put the dirty dishes out and put the rest in the mini-fridge. We can always order more, too."
He sat up, got out of bed, then busied himself clearing up the dirty plates and sorting the little remaining food. Considering the amount that he'd ordered, that was pretty impressive. His hands trembled as he thought of what Charlie might want to eat after being fucked.
I'm going to get to fuck Charlie sang through Don's head as he found his clothes and got dressed. His underwear and shorts hid his erection, at least a little.
He offered Charlie his pajamas.
"While I'd prefer to stay naked with you," Don said. "I'm going to open the door to put the dishes out. We should be careful."
Charlie took his clothes. "And it'll make it easier to resist, uh, overextending ourselves."
"Yeah," Don said regretfully. He gathered the dirty dishes while Charlie got dressed. When Charlie was covered, Don opened the door.
There was no one in the hallway, but the old cart was gone. Someone might have been in the hall, listening, right when Charlie was hammering Don's mouth.
Don shivered, whether from excitement or anxiety, he couldn't say. He set the dishes down and quickly shut the door.
He turned to see Charlie pulling back the covers of the bed and settling the pillows. It was the bed that they'd just had sex on, the bed that Don had slept in last night. He hoped that Charlie…
"Get the remote before you come to bed?" Charlie said. "Oh, and a glass of water?"
Don smiled, thinking of the times that he'd gotten Charlie a glass of water before bed. But they've never been going to bed together.
Don filled a glass and handed it to him, then grabbed the TV remote. He climbed under the covers and scooted towards Charlie.
Smiling, Charlie came into his arms. They kissed briefly then Charlie settled against Don's shoulder. Don sighed happily.
Don turned on the TV and began to look for a game to watch, but his mind was on Charlie. He had tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow night with Charlie, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He never wanted to leave Vegas, but he couldn't think of that right now. He squeezed Charlie's shoulder and kissed his hair.
Don chose a World Series replay and Charlie didn't complain, just snugged closer.
This was heaven. Vegas was the new heaven.
They watched the game quietly for a few minutes. Don wasn't paying much attention, he was trying to imprint on himself the feel of Charlie, his scent, the sound of him breathing so close by.
Suddenly, Charlie said, "I'm getting married in 14 days, 21 hours, and 48 minutes."
Don grimaced. "Do you have to remind me?"
Charlie continued, his voice thoughtful. "I haven't gathered enough data yet, since my previous pace obviously doesn't apply to this situation, but I'm wondering just how many orgasms I can have in 14 days, 21 hours, and 48 minutes."
Don sat up, rolling Charlie off his arm. He stared down at Charlie.
Charlie gave him an unsure smile. "Maybe it's wedding jitters but… You make me feel incredible. Like I've never experienced. I don't know if it's you in particular or… I want to explore it as long as I can."
"You mean…all the way up to the wedding?"
"As possible, yes."
"At home?"
"Maybe use your apartment, yes. I'm sure there's lots of moving and best man things that we can use as an excuse."
Still stunned, Don asked, "What about-"
"Just let me have this," Charlie said. "I want everything, I want to try everything. I feel like I've never had sex before and I just have a short period of time before becoming a eunuch."
"Ouch," Don said, guilt unexpectedly flooding him. He didn't want to come between Charlie and happiness. He just wanted Charlie to stay in California, to stay nearby. Within reach.
"Is that a terrible way to talk about getting married?" Charlie asked. "It's terrible, isn't it."
Don leaned down and kissed Charlie. "Yes, it is, but I don't care. I like you terrible."
Charlie smiled crookedly.
Kissing him again, Don murmured, "I like you good, awful, every way. And I will happily give up 10 years of my life for 14 days and something hours with you."
"This is a really bad idea," Charlie said then lifted his head to kiss Don again. "A really bad idea."
"I'm full of bad ideas," Don said. "And you are right in the middle of all of them."
"Good," Charlie said. He yawned suddenly then blinked and rubbed his eyes. "I guess I'm tired."
"Guess so," Don said, loving these normal behaviors of Charlie while he was in Don's bed.
While Charlie took a drink of water, Don lay on his back and stretched his right arm out. Charlie finished and snuggled up against Don.
Don closed his arm around Charlie, sliding his fingers underneath Charlie's pajama top to rest against his skin.
"Don?" Charlie murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, buddy?"
"In the morning, can you tell me another story?"
"Sure."
Don felt Charlie relax and fall quickly to sleep in the way only Charlie could.
Don smiled and settled his sleeping brother against his shoulder. The baseball game played on the TV but Don didn't see it. His body felt calm, complete, satiated in a way that it had never been before. Tonight, he'd had sex with someone he was attracted to for the first time in his life. He finally understood all the hype, all the movies and romances and porn. He understood climax and heartbreak and desire.
Maybe he even understood love.
He rested his cheek against Charlie's hair and said softly, "I'll tell you as many stories as you ask for, Charlie. Anything you want. But no story is ever going to match this reality."