Numb3rs Fic: Dodger Blue
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Crossposted to ian_nikki
Title: Dodger Blue
Series/Universe: Jet Black
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Nikki/Charlie/Don
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Summary: Ian invites Charlie and Nikki to play with a special guest: Don
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It starts with an email out of the blue from someone called DodgerBlue, forwarded by Ian to the email account Nikki only uses for their play dates.
It’s a link to a quiz on the Internet about sex and ethics. She takes it, as Ian requests, and sends him back the results.
It’s only after she muses on the ethical questions - about sex with cousins, adultery, stealing best friend’s boyfriends, illicit affairs with co-workers - that she puts it all together.
Ian really did ask Don to play with them.
She can’t remember all her answers, but she’s seen so much she’s hard to squick. She didn’t even balk at the sex between cousins issue as long as there was no chance of having kids. But the quiz was Don testing the waters, to see how she’d really react to either the idea of a sexual relationship with her boss - and hasn’t Liz already gone there - or to the idea of two brothers being involved in one of Ian’s play scenarios.
Oddly the idea doesn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Two guys, so no danger of messed up kids and while she’s known Don as sex on legs from the moment she met him, she now has first hand knowledge of Charlie’s prowess in the carnal department. The idea of two talented Eppes brothers - and she’s heard enough details from Liz to know she would be in for a treat with Don - gets her so hot she needs to take a stroll on the walkway into the office building to cool off from just thinking about it.
It takes a few days for Ian to get back to her, off on a hunt no doubt, but when he writes back it’s with news that he might be in the area later in the month.
Waiting on Ian is always annoying, painful and longer than she wants, but he always makes it worth her while when he shows up.
So when he suddenly appears just as everyone is packing up to leave on a Wednesday night, she’s ready to pounce him. Only she takes a closer look and can tell he’s bone tired, road weary and in need of a long hot pounding shower more than wild sex.
He hasn’t even gotten a hotel yet so she just takes him home, sets him under her shower while she orders food and then makes sure he eats before putting him to bed to sleep.
He sleeps the whole night and most of Thursday day as well, texting her when he wakes up at 3:30 in the afternoon to tell her not to get shot - they have dinner plans.
When Don asks her what’s so funny she glances up to tell him it’s nothing and their eyes meet briefly. She’s seen Don look at Liz before with a kind of voracious hunger, like a carnivore sizing up his next meal, and there’s a flicker of that in Don’s eyes now. A flash of a curl of lips - almost not a smile - is her only signal that Don acknowledges what just happened.
She finds herself really hoping the day will go quicker, feeling the humming of her skin in anticipation of Ian’s hands on her, his body covering hers…
And then Charlie shows up.
Watching Don and Charlie talk across the room, her mind wanders: adding meaning to each brotherly touch, enhancing the scene with her memories of Charlie naked and Don shirtless, imagining them pleasuring her while Ian watches like a hawk.
Colby calls her name three times - or so he tells her - before he taps her on the shoulder and breaks her out of her reverie. She thanks her skin tone that any blush isn’t visible; she already knows Colby isn’t that lucky.
Once she gets home Ian doesn’t disappoint.
He’s wearing a nice suit that looks amazing on him and has laid out a dress and heels for her. He drives her to a hotel in one of the skyscrapers downtown that has a restaurant at the penthouse level.
He glares at anyone who looks as if they’re going to get into the elevator with them so they ride alone. Once the doors close he puts a key in the override lock. They rise over ten stories high before Ian stops the elevator between floors.
They have eight minutes of wild sex in the glass elevator above the city lights that leaves her weak in the knees and breathless.
When the elevator doors open to the restaurant, Ian is put back together as if nothing has happened and Nikki has to take his arm to not wobble in her heels.
After a wonderful dinner they order dessert to go and take it home. Ian eats the cool custard off her belly, licking it clean. Nikki uses the whipped cream to coat Ian’s cock for a cool and sweet blow job.
As they’re falling asleep, Ian asks - so casually it almost doesn’t wake her back up, only it does - how she feels about voyeurism. Considering they just had exhibitionist sex, she has to admit it’s something she likes, though she wonders aloud why he’s asking.
He just stretches out beside her, a hand playing with her curls briefly before he closes his eyes as if to sleep.
Then he tells her to keep the weekend free.
It takes an hour for her to fall asleep after that - damn him.
+
The round of emails arranging things doesn’t even begin until Friday after work. That has to be Don’s doing - not wanting to distract the team during a case - though it’s clear he and Ian have to have done their own negotiating in advance.
No requests this time, just an offer, an invitation.
Ian lays out what will happen if all parties agree.
Don and Ian are to interact without interference.
Nikki and Charlie will be allowed to watch - that is all.
Oh, and they’ll be handcuffed to chairs to make sure they obey that little rule and so they won’t take matters into their own hands.
Nikki pretty much swears at her computer screen at that one, making Ian - in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine - laugh out loud.
She reads further and the remainder of the details makes it less objectionable.
Afterwards, based on Don’s decision at the time, the rest of the evening could go multiple ways.
If Don decides to leave, Nikki and Charlie will be let loose to spend the remainder of the evening with Ian - sans blindfolds this time.
What’s open for negotiation is if Don decides to stay.
Ian asks for limits, boundaries. He dictates that Charlie’s and her previous request still hold - no one will speak the entire time they are together.
Nikki’s fingers hover over her keyboard, more pondering than hesitant.
Ian places a glass of wine beside her then departs wordlessly so as to not hover over her and affect her decision. He’s good like that. He pushes her limits, but he respects every boundary she puts in place to the letter without question or complaint.
Half a glass of wine later she’s far less worried about ruining her career by sleeping with her boss or being party to any incest that might occur. She’s nowhere near drunk so she replies that she has no boundaries to state save her existing requirement for condoms during intercourse.
Charlie’s reply comes in right after hers: no boundaries.
The flush of adrenaline that rushes through her has to be visible because Ian comes across the room at once, looking almost worried.
She assuages his concern by dragging him and the bottle of wine off to the bedroom.
The wine gets warm on the nightstand while they heat up the sheets.
Afterwards, when Ian gets up to clean up the leftover wine and glasses, she takes a peek at her email in the hopes of seeing Don’s response.
It’s not there so she heads off to get ready for bed only to see it pop up on her screen when she’s just about to shut the laptop down.
He has a boundary: stay or go, no intercourse with anyone.
She’s disappointed, but it is - she hopes - a trial run, so he could change his mind in the future. Between Liz and Ian she’s too juiced up to not want Don now.
The irony doesn’t escape her that the man most known for his sexual exploits in the office is the one least willing to screw around with casual sex. Still, plenty of fun to be had with hands and mouths, as she well knows.
Just to be contrary, she requests a clarification about penetration with objects, knowing Charlie and Ian will remember the wine bottle adventure.
The email from DodgerBlue comes back promptly. Giving is acceptable, receiving is not.
She bets Ian is disappointed, but then as a sniper/tracker he’s possibly the most patient man she’s ever met. He’s set his sights on his prey. He won’t give up easily.
Somehow she doesn’t catch Ian responding on his Blackberry, but he emails them all to arrive at Nikki’s apartment at 6PM Saturday ready for dinner, for Don to bring his Bureau issue handcuffs and his key and for Charlie to find two chairs he doesn’t mind getting scraped up from the house or Cal Sci.
Every reply is near immediate.
They all accept.
Nikki just has to jump Ian one last time before they go to sleep, straddling him naked so that she has his full and complete attention before she sinks down on him, giving him a ride to remember before she shares him again.
+
The cleaners arrive at noon and are done by two. Nikki has the table set for dinner by 2:10 and proceeds to fuss with it for another twenty minutes until Ian, who went to pick up the chairs from Charlie, returns and drags her out for a stroll in the sun to calm her down for an hour.
The restaurant Ian ordered dinner from arrives at 5:30, puts the dishes in the oven for them and is gone by quarter of six.
Nikki paces as Ian preps the bar for drinks and decants a bottle of wine for dinner.
Charlie’s two minutes early this time, bearing a bottle of 12-year-old Scotch and a farmers market basket of exquisite raspberries.
She and he trade kisses on the cheek in greeting, as if this were a normal dinner party, then she goes to the kitchen to wash the raspberries and put them in a nice bowl while Ian and Charlie break open the Scotch.
Don’s five minutes late, gesturing to his cell phone apologetically where David’s name still appears on the screen. He’s acting supervisor in Don’s absence, which has clearly been arranged for this evening, but he’s still new in that role so Don leaves his cell on the table as notice he might have to take a call.
He looks every bit as good as Charlie, albeit different. Though both are clean shaven, Charlie’s curls are freshly styled while Don’s look like he’s been running his hands through his hair. It’s a good look on him though - almost sex-mussed in its wildness and unlike his buttoned down man in charge persona at work. The black suit and deep blue shirt look stunning on him while Charlie’s navy suit and lilac colored shirt look positively bright and sunny compared to his brother’s darkness.
They sit down to dinner, the men all with Scotch while Nikki sips her wine, wanting to keep a level head for this.
Ian serves; even though this isn’t his home he’s clearly the host of the evening.
The food is excellent and oddly enough there is plenty of dinner ‘conversation’ without words. Charlie is fabulously expressive with his face and hands and it’s only their laughter that breaks the spell of the quiet instrumental music Ian’s put on in the background. Ian and Don - at opposite ends of the table - clearly have an established humorous battle going as each tries to outdo the other over some aspect of dinner.
As they linger over the remains of their meal, Ian is the first to reach for the raspberries. All eyes follow his hand as he puts one in his mouth, savoring it with an expression of approval and satisfaction.
Then Ian rises and goes to Charlie, placing a raspberry in his mouth. After giving him a few seconds to chew, Ian lowers his mouth to Charlie’s and kisses him, trading tastes and tongues briefly before moving to where Nikki sits on the other side of the table.
He offers her a raspberry and she accepts it on her tongue, the burst of flavor intense - cold and tart-sweet. Then he kisses her and she swears that underneath the flavor of berries and Ian she can taste a hint of Charlie.
And then Ian takes a raspberry to Don.
Nikki stops breathing; she’s pretty sure Charlie has as well - eyes glued to the two of them.
Ian offers the raspberry to him, not even trying to put it in Don’s mouth. Don smirks and takes it from Ian’s hand rather than let Ian feed it to him. He stands, pops the berry in his mouth, chews a bit with an appreciative nod of the head, then grabs Ian and pulls him into a bruising kiss - one Ian returns with equal force.
Then Don breaks off the contact and sits back down, a smug smile on his face as Nikki remembers how to breathe.
Ian? He just gets ready to serve dessert.
No matter how good it is, Nikki thinks, she’s pretty sure she’s not going to taste anything that’s not Eppes or Edgerton or raspberry for the rest of the night.
+
The opening volley is Don’s, amazingly enough.
After they finish dessert he reaches into his jacket pocket and tosses his handcuffs with a quiet clatter onto the tablecloth.
Nikki senses more than sees the jolt go through Charlie and his hard swallow is almost audible when she does glance over at him.
After a long pause for reaction he reaches into his pants pocket for his keys, removing his handcuff key from the ring, holding it up for all to see before placing it on the tablecloth beside its partner.
Ian accepts this with just a nod, rising to fetch the chairs he borrowed from Charlie from the bedroom. He already moved the coffee table into her office, leaving just open space in the living room where her area rug lies on top of the carpet. He sets up the chairs at the edge of the open space, facing it - just far enough apart for them not to be able to touch shoulders if they were to lean towards each other.
One last trip in the bedroom and he emerges with his own handcuffs, brandishing the key for them to see before putting it on the table as well.
With a metallic click he slaps a bracelet open and beckons to Charlie with a crook of his finger, standing over one of the chairs.
Charlie shrugs out of his suit coat and comes obediently. Ian takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, down his neck and over his chest before using the hand to push him down into the chair. With twin clicks the bracelets snap closed on his wrists behind his back.
Charlie is bound.
Nikki looks to Ian for her turn, but it’s Don who picks up his cuffs and heads to her chair, a raised eyebrow his only request for her to attend him.
She has so much energy coiled inside her, to be bound will be torture, but she goes to him - making a point to brush her body past him as if there’s not enough room for her to get by - then sits herself down on the chair, arranging her dress hem over her thighs as she looks up at him through her lashes.
Don chuckles and gives her the standard ‘assume the position’ gesture. Reluctantly, she puts her wrists behind her and waits.
He seductively drags the cold metal across her chest just above her low neckline, making her shiver, then draws it down one of her arms as he moves behind her. He bends low to snap the first bracelet on and she feels his hot breath on her bare shoulder. His lips ghost up her neck, teeth gnawing lightly on her ear lobe for a second, then nothing.
The second bracelet clicks shut and Don’s heat is gone.
She is bound and hopelessly turned on.
Once they’re settled, Ian and Don act like they have all the time in the world. Ian pours them both a fresh Scotch and they clink glasses and drink, clearly savoring the expensive liquor.
It seems at first there’s nothing going on, but then she notices the interplay in their eyes. She’d heard the term eyefucking before and indulged in a form of it when she and Ian were on opposite sides of rooms and had ideas they didn’t care to share with the class.
This? This goes beyond. A whole conversation is going on in their eyes: questions being asked and answered, water being tested.
And then Ian sticks his thumb in his Scotch and drags it across Don’s parted lips.
Don sucks in Ian’s thumb hungrily, licking it clean.
If she was actually wearing panties they’d definitely be wet now.
The sound to her left has to be a choked off moan from Charlie. If this anticipation is hard on her, she doesn't envy his torment.
Ian leisurely pours them more Scotch.
She tries not to squirm in her seat nor react to the smug grin playing at Ian’s lips behind his crystal tumbler.
Bastards.
+
Scotch done, Ian takes their glasses and puts them out of the way on the dinner table.
Nikki watches Don’s eyes follow Ian’s movements and notes he make no effort to disguise his wanton stare. The full force of it hits her and she wants, craves, to be on the receiving end of that look.
When Ian returns he moves behind Don to take Don’s suit jacket off, only he doesn’t just slip it off Don’s back, he peels it off, letting Don’s body emerge like a slow reveal.
She bites her lip; they’re going to strip each other.
Ian’s meticulous fingers undo each button on Don’s shirt with agonizing slowness, pressing Don to lean back against his chest - which he does, allowing Ian’s hands to slip inside his shirt, between buttons, over newly revealed skin.
Patient hands pause to untuck shirttails, tanned skin tawny against midnight blue, then slide beneath to skim over a taut stomach.
Ian finishes unbuttoning and lets his hands roam over Don’s chest, scraping fingernails lightly through the dark chest hair there.
It’s only when he finally slips the shirt from Don’s shoulders that Nikki blinks in realization: Don’s scar. He might be back to work, but it hasn’t escaped anyone’s notice that he’s still struggling with pain when they go out in the field. Clearly he wouldn’t enjoy any sexual acrobatics if they required painkillers to get through - thus his boundaries.
She feels momentarily guilty and glances over to Charlie for his reaction only to find it missing - save the obvious lust glowing like embers in his eyes. It hits her Ian’s got Don turned slightly to the side; Charlie can’t see Don’s scar from that angle.
They can’t hide it all night, but for now they seem to be letting things get warmed up before they allow it to be clear in the light.
Don shifts behind Ian and they trade places, Don’s nimble fingers drawing the deep burgundy shirt out of Ian’s black slacks to allow him access to Ian’s smooth skin - drinking it in with his palms as he runs his hands over it, giving them a tantalizing glimpse of his body before the unveiling.
The subtle grinding of Don’s hips against Ian’s ass just ratchets up the heat another notch as Nikki watches him unbutton the shirt with painstaking deliberateness.
When he finally pulls the shirt the final inches to clear Ian’s body she almost wants to applaud - bound hands notwithstanding. Both men clearly put the tease in strip tease and all they’ve done is take their shirts off so far.
Then Ian turns in Don’s arms and they kiss - this time a languid exploration of each other’s mouths as their hands roam over bare skin.
She’d imagined watching Ian with a man would be hot, but the visual in front of her is truly an epic masturbatory fantasy. Two strong men, relishing each other’s strength rather than fighting it, engaging in a tantalizing exploration.
When they finally break apart and Ian steps back, Don’s body is fully visible in the light.
The sharp gasp to her left tells her Charlie’s noticed the scar - how could he not? Amidst the aura of fantasy Ian’s woven in her apartment, in their lives, a cold dash of reality has invaded.
Don’s brow furrows, but it’s more in sorrow than in worry. He breaks away from Ian and heads to Charlie, affection clear in his expression.
If she thought Ian and Don had conversations without words, the communication between Don and Charlie is awe inspiring.
Don cups his brother’s jaw in his hand, an apology, a promise he’s all right.
Charlie turns into it, accepting the comfort yet sharing his sorrow.
Don crouches down to Charlie’s level, shifting his hand to the back of his neck in a reassuring and brotherly move she’s seen him do at the office whenever Charlie’s upset by a case. He asks with his eyes if it’s okay.
Charlie looks down for a while, needing the time to deal first, then raises his gaze to meet Don’s concerned eyes, nodding his assent, lifting his head to show his quiet strength.
Don stands again, his hand threading into the curls at the back of Charlie’s head, and his brother’s eyes raise, glued to him with an adoration she envies desperately.
The exchange that passes between their eyes is intense, a level of love she has no conception of but can’t help but recognize. In their locked gaze she sees questions in each of their eyes and answers given. She holds her breath.
Don bends to capture Charlie’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly, holding nothing back.
When he finishes, he presses a brief kiss to Charlie’s forehead and then disappears behind them where they can’t see, Ian following right behind him.
And then there’s silence.
+
Ian returns, solo, and goes to Charlie to check on him.
Nikki’s getting good at reading these non-verbal discussions: Ian’s asking Charlie if he’s okay, but Charlie’s asking Ian if Don’s okay. He can’t be assuaged by Ian’s reassuring nods though, concern still marring his expression.
Ian gestures to Charlie to wait, then offers Nikki an apologetic kiss to which she nods her acceptance of the delay and cocks her head to tell him to go see to Don and not worry about her.
Ian disappears behind them again and Nikki reaches out with her foot to nudge Charlie. It’s all she can reach, but he turns to her - taking it like the comfort it’s meant to be - and offers an encouraging smile. He’s not broken, just being a brother - worried about Don.
He’s still turned to her when hands appear and slide down Charlie’s chest and another set of hands slip through her hair: Ian’s.
Charlie’s eyes fall closed and he leans into Don’s touch, asking for more with his subtle arches.
She watches Don lean down, put his mouth by Charlie’s ear on the side she can’t see.
If he breaks the rule and speaks, she’ll never know, but Charlie relaxes visibly at his attentions and all is right again.
Don disappears behind them once more and Ian attends to them in turn, lifting Nikki’s hair to breathe hot on the back of her neck - giving her a thrilling chill - then crossing to Charlie, yanking his head back with a fist in his hair and driving all thought from his mind with a devouring passionate kiss that leaves him looking pleasantly dazed.
Just to be extra evil, Ian pauses to slip the spaghetti straps of her garnet red dress off her shoulders, knowing gravity will begin to pull the dress down, exposing more of her breasts as she squirms in her seat.
He disappears behind them again and after a brief pause they hear two soft thunks - probably Don's shoes being tossed aside since she knows the sound of Ian's boots hitting her floor by now, a soft rustle that's likely the removal of socks, then a kind of slamming noise, like one of them has been thrown against a wall.
The sounds of wet open-mouthed kisses follow, jolting her desire right back to where it left off, and she envisions them hot and heavy, hands all over each other as they bang around back there.
Just as she’s mentally cursing them for denying them this visual, they appear between her and Charlie, working their way back into view while frantically kissing, hands everywhere. It’s a shock to see this all at once, to see how fiercely they attack each other in their ravenous hunger.
She watches rapt as they clash, hands grasping asses, tongues battling, heavy pants the only sound in the quiet room now that the CD’s apparently ended.
She strains at the cuffs, wishing to touch, to be touched, even to touch herself. She hears a metallic rattle beside her and knows Charlie’s in the same position, feeling the same need.
She risks a glance at him and his mouth is open in a gaping O as he watches them, erection clearly straining at his pants as he fidgets in his seat.
Another slam draws her attention back and Ian’s got Don up against the wall, devouring his chest, laving nipples with his tongue, straying to bite a bicep but clearly staying away from his injured side.
And then he drops to his knees and all but rips Don’s pants open, shoving them down with a graceless urgency.
Don’s understandably rock hard already and better endowed than even Liz hinted at.
Her own choked off gasp as Ian swallows him down is echoed by her twin to the left, both of them obviously turned on at the sight of Ian sucking Don off. Don’s head is thrown back and one hand snakes to the back of Ian’s head as it moves over him, fingers threading through that slick jet black hair her own fingers know so well.
Ian pauses briefly to jack Don with his hand, moving to the side to give them a better view of the show. Don’s body, save the scar, is gorgeous: broad chest, taut abs, muscular thighs… His build is as athletic as she’d imagined from the glimpses she’s had of him shirtless, masculine with all the hair and definitely sexy as all hell.
He’s pale but not stark white, completely different from Ian’s smooth bronzed body, and she finds herself wanting to feel Don's body on top of hers, the empty space between her legs throbbing, aching to be filled.
And then Ian sucks him down again, allowing Don to bury his hands in his hair as he finishes him off, the delicious moans rising up out of Don - and how hot is it to hear her boss’ voice moaning - driving her to distraction, squeezing her legs together in search of some small relief.
Don’s face screws up as he comes, only barely choking off the swear words on his lips, then relaxes - every worry line erased as a sated smile graces his face. The resulting expression is one devoid of stress, worry, everything that plagues Don at the office. Without all of that strain on his face, the man is fucking beautiful.
He slides down to sit on the floor beside Ian and she closes her eyes for a moment, for once not willing to invade their privacy. She has a pretty enough picture behind her eyes and she wonders if she’ll ever look at Don the same way again at the office, knowing now what he really looks like when he’s not the leader she trusts with her life, but just the man underneath.
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She hears a rustle of clothing and opens her eyes to find they're standing up again, Don's pants are back on and he's slowly pulling Ian's belt from its belt loops - inch by inch.
Once it's off Don folds it in his hands and snaps it, making both Nikki and Charlie jump at the loud noise. With a little huff of a laugh, Don takes the loop of leather in his hand and runs it over Ian's bare chest, down his abs then teases at the bulge in his pants with it.
Ian stands, not unaffected, but clearly not folding under Don's control - yet.
Don pulls the belt back to take an end in each hand, looping it around Ian's neck to tug him to him. Rather than kiss, Don takes Ian's lower lip between his teeth and gnaws on it before dragging his lips down Ian's neck, pausing to bite the tender juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Releasing the belt, it slithers down Ian's body until it falls free and Don tosses it aside. He's half crouched down now and goes the rest of the way to remove Ian's shoes and socks, tossing them well out of the field of play, but not carelessly.
Ian lets Don nudge him forward, closer to Nikki until he's standing right in front of her chair. From behind, Don snakes his hands around, stroking Ian's length through his pants as Ian tries hard to keep his normal vocalizations choked down.
Unbutton, unzip, Don's fingers open Ian's pants and he slips a hand inside, giving Nikki a peek. Ian, as usual, has no underwear on and the sight of his stiff cock makes her mouth water and her inner muscles clench in anticipation.
Don's hands skate over Ian's flat abs for a moment then work to push his pants down and off him. Ian kicks them forward - probably to bug her by having them brush up against her feet - and he's nude before her, tanned and buff.
She's treated to a minute or two of Don's hands making a meal of Ian's toned body and then he's being pulled away, installed in front of Charlie next.
Once in front of his brother, Don's hand closes around Ian's cock and starts stroking slowly, taking his time. A little whine rises up in the back of Charlie's throat; he's not the most patient man, but Nikki can hardly blame him.
Don pauses and holds his hand out to Charlie, offering the flat of his palm. It takes her a second to figure it out, but she watches as Charlie licks his brother's palm wet avidly.
Don adds his own spit to the mix and wraps his now slick hand around Ian's cock.
A low rumble is the response and only Nikki knows how hard it must be for Ian to hold back his normal torrent of curse words at this amount of pleasure.
When Don stops abruptly they all seem surprised, Charlie most of all because Don grabs the back of his chair and brusquely turns it 90 degrees so he's now facing in Nikki's direction.
Don then arranges Ian on one side of Charlie's chair - so close his cock is practically in his face - and himself on the other, bending to take Ian's cock in his mouth right before Charlie's eyes.
This is clearly not Don's first time sucking cock.
Forget asking Charlie for pointers; Don needs to teach the master class.
She marvels as Ian comes totally undone, only his impassioned mumbling keeping his vocalizations from being considered real words. His hands fist in Don's hair, buried in those dark curls he so coveted, then one strays and latches on to Charlie's hair.
Two fistfuls of Eppes curls: Ian must be in heaven.
He convulses all too soon, Don swallowing him down as he spasms, quaking hard. He has to let go to hold on to the back of Charlie's chair, his legs clearly too affected to hold him up properly.
Don gives him a beat then disappears, returning with his handcuff key.
As Ian drops down to sit on the floor, Don comes up behind her, hands at her wrists.
Ian doesn't unlock Charlie's cuffs. He just opens up Charlie's pants, frees his cock and fetches a condom, rolling on his rigid cock.
Then he moves away, settling on the couch to watch as Don finishes unlocking her cuffs and lets her go.
They've all but gift wrapped Charlie for her and she knows he needs this as much as she does.
Ignoring how far her dress is slipping down she immediately straddles Charlie, sinking down on him, fingernails digging into his biceps. As she feels the stretch of his thick cock entering her, she tries hard not to swear, moan and thank every deity ever created by man for how damn good this feels after she needed it so bad.
Charlie's cuffs rattle and he bucks up as much as he can with his hips, begging her to move.
She does, rising up and sinking back down on him - so good to be filled after going wanting so long - but neither of them is patient.
She doesn't need much and he probably needs less so she speeds up, starting to bounce on his lap, eyes falling closed as little tremors warn her of the big quake to come.
And then she hears a metallic sound. Before she can put that together with Ian moving she feels Charlie's hands on her and realizes that they've freed him as well.
He all but yanks her dress down, capturing a nipple with his ravenous mouth as both hands grasp her ass, moving her faster over him.
The friction is all too much and she loses it, breath hitching as she shakes, letting him thrust up into her as her body sparks - a live wire setting her aflame as an almost howl like sound rises up from her.
She slumps against him just as Charlie bites her shoulder, shuddering beneath her, twitching through the last of his explosive orgasm.
A moment to catch their breath and Charlie's hand weaves its way into her curls, which have apparently fallen out of the clip that was already only keeping them halfway out of the way.
She leans back, a sated smile gracing her face, and spies a matching one on Charlie's.
As his hand falls away, Don's hand slides into her hair, tilting her head back as he stands over her.
He lowers his mouth to hers and kisses her deeply, languid probing thrusts of his tongue that even now pique her interest all over again. He kisses her so thoroughly she feels almost dizzy when it's over and he releases her.
A second later Ian surfaces from kissing Charlie, leaving an equally dazed look on his face.
She knows she should get off Charlie's lap, but she's simply spent.
She lets her head fall on his shoulder for a moment's rest.
She's not sure whose hand rubs gently across her back, but it feels good so she just decides to enjoy it.
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No one wants to move much after; Don's about the only one who can walk at this point anyway. So they curl up, the four of them, half on and half off the couch next to Charlie's chair.
Ian sits buck naked, shameless as always, running a hand through Nikki's hair as she sits on the carpet between his legs. She figures she could crawl into his lap, if only she had the energy, but there's a lovely symmetry to their positions since Charlie is also on the floor beside her, leaning up against Don's legs.
It strikes her odd, Don's touches and Ian's caresses… They're like beloved pets, she and Charlie - being stroked and adored while sitting at their masters' feet. Normally that would get her feminist hackles up, but it feels so nice it makes it hard to find any fault with it. Charlie certainly appears to be enjoying it, moving towards every touch, blissful contentedness showing on his expressive face at every contact.
When the bowl of raspberries got moved within reach of the sofa she's not sure, but when Don puts the bowl between him and Ian on the couch, a sly smile passes between them.
She tilts her head up, expectant, and Ian pretends he's about to put the first raspberry in his own mouth before diverting it, with a little chuckle, to place it between her lips.
She's sure to capture his fingers just enough to give him ideas and the next raspberry comes with the opportunity to suck on his fingers, the fresh tang of the berry competing with the saltiness of Ian's skin.
Don selects a berry and holds it up in front of Charlie. Rather than put it in his mouth though, he crushes it between his thumb and index finger then licks his own index finger clean - Charlie's eyes watching, jealous, the whole time. Then he moves his red stained thumb and rubs it across Charlie's full lower lip, marking it red as well.
Charlie sucks the thumb in voraciously, cleans it way more than it needs to be, then lets it fall free with a soft pop before licking his lips, eyes bright and mischievous.
Ian takes a handful of the cool berries and rolls them across her chest. Her dress is half off, hanging only loosely around her waist at this point, so he palms the berries over a bare breast - the chill and the subtle texture giving her a little thrill.
Charlie dares to steal a couple of the berries from Ian's palm, now probably warm and salty from her skin, and Ian lets him - both of them watching as he offers one to Don before eating the other himself.
Don, in turn, crushes one in a long line down Charlie's throat, marking his Adam's apple as he does. Nikki just can't leave it like that so she leans over and licks it all off. No sense staining that lovely lilac shirt of his. She has a better thought and starts taking it off him. Once it's off she slips her dress the rest of the way off; it's not doing much anyway.
Ian puts a hand on her to keep her from removing her heels. They stay on.
Don doesn't stop Charlie from taking off his own shoes and socks, although Charlie does hold up his belt as he pulls it off, mocking snapping it like Don had then nodding his approval of that aspect of the play.
Don laughs and his hands drift down to Charlie's shoulders, kneading them lightly. It's probably just an excuse for skin on skin contact, but Charlie melts under his brother's touch. Nikki wonders if this is how it's always been with them: Charlie ever the sunflower turning towards whichever way Don goes in hopes of the light of his attention.
Rested, sated and raspberries done, Ian looks at them all in turn, as if gauging their status. She gives him her most encouraging look. She's recovered and to her the evening's definitely not over.
But up next is the part they didn't plan for, the part Don hasn't technically agreed to.
She looks between Ian and Don and although Charlie's oblivious - currently blissed out with his eyes closed - it's clear they're having another conversation.
Finally Ian plucks a set of handcuffs from the side table and dangles them in the air.
The question he is putting to Don is clear: stay or go?
Charlie looks up when Don pulls his hands away and blinks in surprise when he notices the cuffs and Don rising to stand up.
Nikki is caught off guard by the rush of disappointment at the idea of Don leaving. She hadn't realized just how much him being there had made a difference - in her, in Ian and certainly in Charlie.
He stands over them all, looking at each of them in turn, then smiles. His eyes crinkle up and his face lights up with a playful grin.
With a flourish, he walks over to Nikki's abandoned chair, adjusts its position in the room then sits down in it, putting his hands behind his back.
Nikki's eyes go wide. Not only is Don staying, he's going to allow himself to be bound.
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Ian makes a show of fetching the key and showing Don exactly where it's being placed before approaching him with the cuffs. He looks down at Don as if gauging how serious he is, then gestures him to rise.
Don complies, warily, and Ian takes the opportunity to strip off his pants, leaving him naked. He drags his fingers up Don's cock - already half hard - fully awakening his interest.
He gestures Don back into the chair then beckons Charlie over. Rather than strip Charlie he just orders him to take his pants off with a gesture, which Charlie does. Then he directs Charlie to stand behind Don, making Don try to look behind him, to see what Charlie's reaction is.
Ian dangles the handcuffs in front of Don again, rattling them to get Don's attention.
Once Don looks forward again Ian opens one of the cuffs, but instead of putting it on Don he hands the cuffs to Charlie.
Nikki's got a front row seat for this and wishes she could sell tickets. Charlie handcuffing his brother at Ian's order makes her almost need to fan herself - her temperature rising that fast at the unforgettable visual.
Ian holds up a finger to her to ask her to wait then returns with his bag of tricks from the bedroom.
She only gets a glimpse of what he pulls out for Charlie, but she recognizes it by the color alone. If it's red it must be the thicker of the two butt plugs in his kit.
Ian slicks the toy and bends Charlie over Don's shoulder as he slowly inserts it. Charlie's hands were already on Don's shoulders and starting to roam, but as Ian impales him slowly with the toy Charlie's hands scrabble against Don's chest, nails scraping through thick chest hair, until he finally lets out a breath. It's in.
A second trip to the bag nets the other butt plug - this one slender and black. Ian slicks it up and raises his eyebrow at her to get her to join him in front of Don.
She comes, glad she's recovered enough to walk in her heels since that's all she has on at this point, and at his command bends over, placing her hands on Don's thighs to steady herself.
She finds herself face to face with her boss as Ian begins to tease her, sliding the toy into her ass just a tiny bit then pulling it out, raising her craving for more each tantalizing time. Her breathing roughens and she has to force her eyes to stay open - Don's gaze too compelling to miss out on.
And then the view gets even better. Charlie tilts his brother's head way back and leans down to kiss him. It's the kind of kiss that devours, ever wanting, never enough and she watches entranced - only Ian's incessant play keeping her full attention from the sight before her eyes.
She watches Charlie's hands roam over Don's body, taking in what seems like acres of skin and masculine chest hair.
When Charlie allows the kiss to break, Don's expression is raw and open with need and she catches his eye before he can put up any barriers to her. Surprisingly he doesn't hide and the flush of trust there is almost an aphrodisiac in its own right.
She feels Ian sink the plug into her all the way then leave it, a loving caress on her ass his sign he's done with that aspect - for now. With a subtle nudge from him she moves forward a little and wraps her long fingers around Don's cock. She sees and feels the reaction go through Don's body - equal measures of relief and anticipation - and strokes him with a steady hand, his breath and hers now equally rapid.
She falters though when Ian's tongue flicks against her, the jolt that goes through her evidently visible enough to get Charlie chortling above her. Charlie stretches out a hand from behind Don to touch her hair and she playfully nips at it to chase it away, turning his mirth into a full fledged laugh.
And then it's Charlie's turn for a jolt as she sees him startle all at once. She's not sure at what; she never touched him. But he composes himself quickly and busies himself with pulling Don's head back for another kiss.
She hears a condom wrapper behind her and feels Ian's hand on her back, urging her to bend more. She gets his plan now and although it will be an awkward position for her she's confident none of them will last long this way.
She sticks her ass in the air, feeling the head of Ian's cock already rubbing against her still slick folds, and takes the head of Don's cock into her mouth. Running her tongue around the rim, she's about to stick the point of her tongue in the slit when Ian impales her all at once with his cock.
She groans around Don's cock and feels him jump at the vibration. Using one hand to brace herself against Ian's thrusts, the other is free to jack Don's shaft as she works the head with tongue, lips, the barest grazing of teeth.
The chorus of vocalizations above her is almost hard to differentiate, but she knows Ian's repressed swear words by now and can almost feel the rumble of Don's voice through his body. It's Charlie's voice she doesn't expect since all he's doing is standing behind Don.
It hits her all at once and she has to open her eyes and look at Don's arms to prove her theory. There's far too much muscle movement for him to be merely resting cuffed with his hands behind his back. A quick glance at Charlie's face confirms it; he's got to be stroking his brother's cock behind his back, out of their sight.
It's an understandable amount of plausible deniability, she figures, but it's hot to imagine so she closes her eyes and sees with her imagination, all of them: Ian fucking her from behind, his long cock sinking into her dark thatch as he grasps the globes of her ass in his splayed hands; Don trying not to thrust up into her mouth as he drinks in Charlie's hands on his body; and Charlie, hips subtly rocking his cock into Don's hidden grip, punctuating his desire with random deep kisses and skin starved hands.
Then Ian grabs hold of the plug in her ass and starts working it in and out in time with the thrusts of his cock. His other hand goes to the back of her neck and motions her down, encouraging her to take in Don's cock as far as she can.
A garbled broken sound is her only warning as Don explodes in her mouth and she does her best to suck him clean even as Ian's overwhelming her with rapid fire seesawing, finally allowing herself a deep breath once she pulls away.
Abruptly Ian shifts her forward again and she's practically on top of Don now, only he tugs her back enough to all but present her chest to Don's mouth. He latches on to a nipple, sucking hard, and she breaks - one long wordless almost guttural sound erupting from her as every nerve ending in her body fires at once. She hears her voice twine in the air with Ian's familiar howl as he joins her in the final throes. She quakes, throbbing and quivering, but they don't let up, making her ride wave after wave of sensation until her legs give out on her already wobbly heels.
Ian's wicked fast; he slides out and catches her, folding her into his arms and lowering her to the floor as she hears a distant voice ringing out its completion: Charlie's she assumes.
When she finally gets her brain back online she looks up from the shelter of Ian's arms to find Charlie has unlocked Don's cuffs for him.
Charlie's on the floor, panting up against the chair and Don sinks down beside him - opening his arms so that Charlie can curl up in them.
This is not a sight she may ever see again, but the twin heads of dark curls, the double chests flush with dark hair and the knowing touches as they wrap themselves around each other are a wonder to behold and she hopes whatever comes of today that it doesn't come between this amazing love these brothers had already before they arrived.
She shifts to look up at Ian, expecting a reaction to Don and Charlie, but she sees that he only has eyes for her. The emotion in his gaze takes her breath away. She'd known this was more than play for the two of them, but this is the first time she's seen something so real, so deep and so strong in Ian and it's all for her.
She tilts her chin up and he leans down to kiss her. It's a thank you, but so much more than a thank you for that night. If he could speak, she knows he'd thank her for letting him be himself with her in every aspect.
She wouldn't want him any other way.
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Getting dressed seems like a waste of effort, but Nikki knows if her neighbors spot her and Ian in their bathrobes sending off two men in nice suits there might be confusion leading to unwanted questions, so she gets her dress back on, adjusting it - even reclipping her hair up - so she looks presentable.
Once the men are dressed Ian helps the brothers into their coats, one by one, making the act the last physically intimate gesture - save a kiss - for both of them.
He kisses Charlie first, burying a hand in those now wild curls as the other lingers along Charlie's strong jawline, a surprisingly tender touch for an evening such as theirs. The kiss is long and lingering, but no one's impatient. The hour is still relatively early, but they're all worn out and ready for a good night's sleep.
Ian offers Charlie to Nikki next and they share a warm kiss, sweet appreciation in their light touches. She hadn't known Charlie all that well before their first encounter, but now she sees him as a real friend - someone in her heart she can't imagine losing.
Don holds out his hand to her once she and Charlie part and pulls her into a surprisingly firm hug, one that's telling in its appreciation. David once told her pre-therapy Don had big trust issues. If this is what therapy has done for him, Nikki thinks she might just give it a try.
He pulls back and then captures her face in his hands, kissing her almost sweetly - a marked difference from his passionate kisses from before. This is his way of telling her they're okay, that she's a friend to him now too - trusted.
She gives him her best grin and a playful nudge as well and is graced with one of his best smiles ever, his face still wonderfully free of strain and devastatingly handsome. If she didn't have Ian she'd be sorely tempted, but she's happy with what she's got right here. Don and Charlie are just the icing on one damn sexy cake.
Finally Don holds out his hand for Ian to shake and he does, though Ian caves and tugs Don in for a kiss anyway, an abrupt one, but one full of meaning. She catches a glimmer of something in that moment, a rare insight into the inner Ian. She'd imagined he wanted this, wanted Don, for purely sexual reasons, but in that flicker of emotion she saw something closer to need - that Don had given him something he couldn't get from anyone else, not even her.
She's struck by the revelation that such a strong man might willingly acknowledge another man's strength as being something he needed, but Don just nods knowingly at Ian: saying 'you're welcome' as clearly as if he'd said it with words.
And then Don's throwing an arm around Charlie's neck all casual like and they're brothers again, just like that. He gives Charlie an affectionate little shake and Charlie ducks his head down, peering up from beneath his curls gone awry.
Don slips his cuffs back in his pocket and returns his key to his key ring with a smirk and a tiny flourish and then the door is open and they're waving Don and Charlie off to their cars as if this was a normal Saturday night dinner party between friends.
A few minutes later she and Ian all but fall into bed, oddly still silent even though they can speak now. Nikki finds she kind of likes it when Ian gazes down at her, telling her how he really feels about her with only his eyes and his hand resting over her heart.
They curl up and find sleep together, happily sated by their play and ready to rest up for their Sunday together before Ian heads back to Quantico on Monday.
Her dreams are filled with visions of Ian and Don and Charlie, all the things they've done and all they've yet to do. She can almost feel Don's weight as she pulls him on top of her - spreading her legs to feel him slide inside, filling her, stretching her.
And then she wakes up, sun already peeking through the blinds.
Ian lies sleeping beside her, his gorgeous skin golden in the early light. Her eyes feast on the dark hair, the angular lines of his face, the hard planes of his body and knows she wants this - for real. She might not be able to wake up next to him every day, but she understands now that it's not just about accepting Ian as he is, it's the marvel that Ian accepts her exactly the way she is - faults and all.
It hasn't even been a year yet, but if this is the life she could have with Ian, she'd sign on. He hasn't asked for a commitment, hasn't offered a ring - it's not his way. But there is something she can offer him to show she's serious about this.
No boundaries.
She wakes him the safest way she knows how - blowing a stream of air across his lashes until they flutter enough for her to know it's okay to touch him without activating his lightning fast former special ops reflexes.
He reaches for her, but she grabs his arm and pulls him on top of her. He comes, his morning husky voice chuckling in a low rumble, and settles himself between her legs, kissing his way lazily down her neck.
Impatient, she cants her hips up in invitation and in doing so feels his hardness slide against her, making him gasp at the sudden and unexpectedly slick contact.
He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls a condom out of the drawer only to have her pluck it from his hand.
Still strangely mute from the night before, she holds it up for him to see then shakes her head, throwing it away. She doesn't need it anymore.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise and question, but she just wraps her legs around him, and pulls him down to her for a kiss to confirm she wants nothing to come between them again, a clear message of ultimate trust and commitment. Their kisses are joyful and emotion bubbles up inside her as she realizes he wants this too, wants her and all that entails.
After a final tender kiss, he props himself up, making her meet his eyes before he slides inside her - no barrier between them for the first time ever.
She can dream of Don all she wants, but nothing - nothing compares to this.
Ian's well trained not to speak by this point so as her body sings to the thrill of feeling him - all of him - inside of her, he doesn't exactly form distinct words. But like his muffled curses from before, she can tell what he's really saying beneath the low rumble that sends a chill through her from head to toe.
There are two words he pants into her neck with each of his final wild thrusts and they alone are enough to push her over the edge to the point of no return she'd never want to come back from anyway.
"Love you… Love you…"
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Crossposted to ian_nikki
Title: Dodger Blue
Series/Universe: Jet Black
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Nikki/Charlie/Don
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Summary: Ian invites Charlie and Nikki to play with a special guest: Don
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It starts with an email out of the blue from someone called DodgerBlue, forwarded by Ian to the email account Nikki only uses for their play dates.
It’s a link to a quiz on the Internet about sex and ethics. She takes it, as Ian requests, and sends him back the results.
It’s only after she muses on the ethical questions - about sex with cousins, adultery, stealing best friend’s boyfriends, illicit affairs with co-workers - that she puts it all together.
Ian really did ask Don to play with them.
She can’t remember all her answers, but she’s seen so much she’s hard to squick. She didn’t even balk at the sex between cousins issue as long as there was no chance of having kids. But the quiz was Don testing the waters, to see how she’d really react to either the idea of a sexual relationship with her boss - and hasn’t Liz already gone there - or to the idea of two brothers being involved in one of Ian’s play scenarios.
Oddly the idea doesn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Two guys, so no danger of messed up kids and while she’s known Don as sex on legs from the moment she met him, she now has first hand knowledge of Charlie’s prowess in the carnal department. The idea of two talented Eppes brothers - and she’s heard enough details from Liz to know she would be in for a treat with Don - gets her so hot she needs to take a stroll on the walkway into the office building to cool off from just thinking about it.
It takes a few days for Ian to get back to her, off on a hunt no doubt, but when he writes back it’s with news that he might be in the area later in the month.
Waiting on Ian is always annoying, painful and longer than she wants, but he always makes it worth her while when he shows up.
So when he suddenly appears just as everyone is packing up to leave on a Wednesday night, she’s ready to pounce him. Only she takes a closer look and can tell he’s bone tired, road weary and in need of a long hot pounding shower more than wild sex.
He hasn’t even gotten a hotel yet so she just takes him home, sets him under her shower while she orders food and then makes sure he eats before putting him to bed to sleep.
He sleeps the whole night and most of Thursday day as well, texting her when he wakes up at 3:30 in the afternoon to tell her not to get shot - they have dinner plans.
When Don asks her what’s so funny she glances up to tell him it’s nothing and their eyes meet briefly. She’s seen Don look at Liz before with a kind of voracious hunger, like a carnivore sizing up his next meal, and there’s a flicker of that in Don’s eyes now. A flash of a curl of lips - almost not a smile - is her only signal that Don acknowledges what just happened.
She finds herself really hoping the day will go quicker, feeling the humming of her skin in anticipation of Ian’s hands on her, his body covering hers…
And then Charlie shows up.
Watching Don and Charlie talk across the room, her mind wanders: adding meaning to each brotherly touch, enhancing the scene with her memories of Charlie naked and Don shirtless, imagining them pleasuring her while Ian watches like a hawk.
Colby calls her name three times - or so he tells her - before he taps her on the shoulder and breaks her out of her reverie. She thanks her skin tone that any blush isn’t visible; she already knows Colby isn’t that lucky.
Once she gets home Ian doesn’t disappoint.
He’s wearing a nice suit that looks amazing on him and has laid out a dress and heels for her. He drives her to a hotel in one of the skyscrapers downtown that has a restaurant at the penthouse level.
He glares at anyone who looks as if they’re going to get into the elevator with them so they ride alone. Once the doors close he puts a key in the override lock. They rise over ten stories high before Ian stops the elevator between floors.
They have eight minutes of wild sex in the glass elevator above the city lights that leaves her weak in the knees and breathless.
When the elevator doors open to the restaurant, Ian is put back together as if nothing has happened and Nikki has to take his arm to not wobble in her heels.
After a wonderful dinner they order dessert to go and take it home. Ian eats the cool custard off her belly, licking it clean. Nikki uses the whipped cream to coat Ian’s cock for a cool and sweet blow job.
As they’re falling asleep, Ian asks - so casually it almost doesn’t wake her back up, only it does - how she feels about voyeurism. Considering they just had exhibitionist sex, she has to admit it’s something she likes, though she wonders aloud why he’s asking.
He just stretches out beside her, a hand playing with her curls briefly before he closes his eyes as if to sleep.
Then he tells her to keep the weekend free.
It takes an hour for her to fall asleep after that - damn him.
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The round of emails arranging things doesn’t even begin until Friday after work. That has to be Don’s doing - not wanting to distract the team during a case - though it’s clear he and Ian have to have done their own negotiating in advance.
No requests this time, just an offer, an invitation.
Ian lays out what will happen if all parties agree.
Don and Ian are to interact without interference.
Nikki and Charlie will be allowed to watch - that is all.
Oh, and they’ll be handcuffed to chairs to make sure they obey that little rule and so they won’t take matters into their own hands.
Nikki pretty much swears at her computer screen at that one, making Ian - in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine - laugh out loud.
She reads further and the remainder of the details makes it less objectionable.
Afterwards, based on Don’s decision at the time, the rest of the evening could go multiple ways.
If Don decides to leave, Nikki and Charlie will be let loose to spend the remainder of the evening with Ian - sans blindfolds this time.
What’s open for negotiation is if Don decides to stay.
Ian asks for limits, boundaries. He dictates that Charlie’s and her previous request still hold - no one will speak the entire time they are together.
Nikki’s fingers hover over her keyboard, more pondering than hesitant.
Ian places a glass of wine beside her then departs wordlessly so as to not hover over her and affect her decision. He’s good like that. He pushes her limits, but he respects every boundary she puts in place to the letter without question or complaint.
Half a glass of wine later she’s far less worried about ruining her career by sleeping with her boss or being party to any incest that might occur. She’s nowhere near drunk so she replies that she has no boundaries to state save her existing requirement for condoms during intercourse.
Charlie’s reply comes in right after hers: no boundaries.
The flush of adrenaline that rushes through her has to be visible because Ian comes across the room at once, looking almost worried.
She assuages his concern by dragging him and the bottle of wine off to the bedroom.
The wine gets warm on the nightstand while they heat up the sheets.
Afterwards, when Ian gets up to clean up the leftover wine and glasses, she takes a peek at her email in the hopes of seeing Don’s response.
It’s not there so she heads off to get ready for bed only to see it pop up on her screen when she’s just about to shut the laptop down.
He has a boundary: stay or go, no intercourse with anyone.
She’s disappointed, but it is - she hopes - a trial run, so he could change his mind in the future. Between Liz and Ian she’s too juiced up to not want Don now.
The irony doesn’t escape her that the man most known for his sexual exploits in the office is the one least willing to screw around with casual sex. Still, plenty of fun to be had with hands and mouths, as she well knows.
Just to be contrary, she requests a clarification about penetration with objects, knowing Charlie and Ian will remember the wine bottle adventure.
The email from DodgerBlue comes back promptly. Giving is acceptable, receiving is not.
She bets Ian is disappointed, but then as a sniper/tracker he’s possibly the most patient man she’s ever met. He’s set his sights on his prey. He won’t give up easily.
Somehow she doesn’t catch Ian responding on his Blackberry, but he emails them all to arrive at Nikki’s apartment at 6PM Saturday ready for dinner, for Don to bring his Bureau issue handcuffs and his key and for Charlie to find two chairs he doesn’t mind getting scraped up from the house or Cal Sci.
Every reply is near immediate.
They all accept.
Nikki just has to jump Ian one last time before they go to sleep, straddling him naked so that she has his full and complete attention before she sinks down on him, giving him a ride to remember before she shares him again.
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The cleaners arrive at noon and are done by two. Nikki has the table set for dinner by 2:10 and proceeds to fuss with it for another twenty minutes until Ian, who went to pick up the chairs from Charlie, returns and drags her out for a stroll in the sun to calm her down for an hour.
The restaurant Ian ordered dinner from arrives at 5:30, puts the dishes in the oven for them and is gone by quarter of six.
Nikki paces as Ian preps the bar for drinks and decants a bottle of wine for dinner.
Charlie’s two minutes early this time, bearing a bottle of 12-year-old Scotch and a farmers market basket of exquisite raspberries.
She and he trade kisses on the cheek in greeting, as if this were a normal dinner party, then she goes to the kitchen to wash the raspberries and put them in a nice bowl while Ian and Charlie break open the Scotch.
Don’s five minutes late, gesturing to his cell phone apologetically where David’s name still appears on the screen. He’s acting supervisor in Don’s absence, which has clearly been arranged for this evening, but he’s still new in that role so Don leaves his cell on the table as notice he might have to take a call.
He looks every bit as good as Charlie, albeit different. Though both are clean shaven, Charlie’s curls are freshly styled while Don’s look like he’s been running his hands through his hair. It’s a good look on him though - almost sex-mussed in its wildness and unlike his buttoned down man in charge persona at work. The black suit and deep blue shirt look stunning on him while Charlie’s navy suit and lilac colored shirt look positively bright and sunny compared to his brother’s darkness.
They sit down to dinner, the men all with Scotch while Nikki sips her wine, wanting to keep a level head for this.
Ian serves; even though this isn’t his home he’s clearly the host of the evening.
The food is excellent and oddly enough there is plenty of dinner ‘conversation’ without words. Charlie is fabulously expressive with his face and hands and it’s only their laughter that breaks the spell of the quiet instrumental music Ian’s put on in the background. Ian and Don - at opposite ends of the table - clearly have an established humorous battle going as each tries to outdo the other over some aspect of dinner.
As they linger over the remains of their meal, Ian is the first to reach for the raspberries. All eyes follow his hand as he puts one in his mouth, savoring it with an expression of approval and satisfaction.
Then Ian rises and goes to Charlie, placing a raspberry in his mouth. After giving him a few seconds to chew, Ian lowers his mouth to Charlie’s and kisses him, trading tastes and tongues briefly before moving to where Nikki sits on the other side of the table.
He offers her a raspberry and she accepts it on her tongue, the burst of flavor intense - cold and tart-sweet. Then he kisses her and she swears that underneath the flavor of berries and Ian she can taste a hint of Charlie.
And then Ian takes a raspberry to Don.
Nikki stops breathing; she’s pretty sure Charlie has as well - eyes glued to the two of them.
Ian offers the raspberry to him, not even trying to put it in Don’s mouth. Don smirks and takes it from Ian’s hand rather than let Ian feed it to him. He stands, pops the berry in his mouth, chews a bit with an appreciative nod of the head, then grabs Ian and pulls him into a bruising kiss - one Ian returns with equal force.
Then Don breaks off the contact and sits back down, a smug smile on his face as Nikki remembers how to breathe.
Ian? He just gets ready to serve dessert.
No matter how good it is, Nikki thinks, she’s pretty sure she’s not going to taste anything that’s not Eppes or Edgerton or raspberry for the rest of the night.
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The opening volley is Don’s, amazingly enough.
After they finish dessert he reaches into his jacket pocket and tosses his handcuffs with a quiet clatter onto the tablecloth.
Nikki senses more than sees the jolt go through Charlie and his hard swallow is almost audible when she does glance over at him.
After a long pause for reaction he reaches into his pants pocket for his keys, removing his handcuff key from the ring, holding it up for all to see before placing it on the tablecloth beside its partner.
Ian accepts this with just a nod, rising to fetch the chairs he borrowed from Charlie from the bedroom. He already moved the coffee table into her office, leaving just open space in the living room where her area rug lies on top of the carpet. He sets up the chairs at the edge of the open space, facing it - just far enough apart for them not to be able to touch shoulders if they were to lean towards each other.
One last trip in the bedroom and he emerges with his own handcuffs, brandishing the key for them to see before putting it on the table as well.
With a metallic click he slaps a bracelet open and beckons to Charlie with a crook of his finger, standing over one of the chairs.
Charlie shrugs out of his suit coat and comes obediently. Ian takes a moment to run a hand through his hair, down his neck and over his chest before using the hand to push him down into the chair. With twin clicks the bracelets snap closed on his wrists behind his back.
Charlie is bound.
Nikki looks to Ian for her turn, but it’s Don who picks up his cuffs and heads to her chair, a raised eyebrow his only request for her to attend him.
She has so much energy coiled inside her, to be bound will be torture, but she goes to him - making a point to brush her body past him as if there’s not enough room for her to get by - then sits herself down on the chair, arranging her dress hem over her thighs as she looks up at him through her lashes.
Don chuckles and gives her the standard ‘assume the position’ gesture. Reluctantly, she puts her wrists behind her and waits.
He seductively drags the cold metal across her chest just above her low neckline, making her shiver, then draws it down one of her arms as he moves behind her. He bends low to snap the first bracelet on and she feels his hot breath on her bare shoulder. His lips ghost up her neck, teeth gnawing lightly on her ear lobe for a second, then nothing.
The second bracelet clicks shut and Don’s heat is gone.
She is bound and hopelessly turned on.
Once they’re settled, Ian and Don act like they have all the time in the world. Ian pours them both a fresh Scotch and they clink glasses and drink, clearly savoring the expensive liquor.
It seems at first there’s nothing going on, but then she notices the interplay in their eyes. She’d heard the term eyefucking before and indulged in a form of it when she and Ian were on opposite sides of rooms and had ideas they didn’t care to share with the class.
This? This goes beyond. A whole conversation is going on in their eyes: questions being asked and answered, water being tested.
And then Ian sticks his thumb in his Scotch and drags it across Don’s parted lips.
Don sucks in Ian’s thumb hungrily, licking it clean.
If she was actually wearing panties they’d definitely be wet now.
The sound to her left has to be a choked off moan from Charlie. If this anticipation is hard on her, she doesn't envy his torment.
Ian leisurely pours them more Scotch.
She tries not to squirm in her seat nor react to the smug grin playing at Ian’s lips behind his crystal tumbler.
Bastards.
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Scotch done, Ian takes their glasses and puts them out of the way on the dinner table.
Nikki watches Don’s eyes follow Ian’s movements and notes he make no effort to disguise his wanton stare. The full force of it hits her and she wants, craves, to be on the receiving end of that look.
When Ian returns he moves behind Don to take Don’s suit jacket off, only he doesn’t just slip it off Don’s back, he peels it off, letting Don’s body emerge like a slow reveal.
She bites her lip; they’re going to strip each other.
Ian’s meticulous fingers undo each button on Don’s shirt with agonizing slowness, pressing Don to lean back against his chest - which he does, allowing Ian’s hands to slip inside his shirt, between buttons, over newly revealed skin.
Patient hands pause to untuck shirttails, tanned skin tawny against midnight blue, then slide beneath to skim over a taut stomach.
Ian finishes unbuttoning and lets his hands roam over Don’s chest, scraping fingernails lightly through the dark chest hair there.
It’s only when he finally slips the shirt from Don’s shoulders that Nikki blinks in realization: Don’s scar. He might be back to work, but it hasn’t escaped anyone’s notice that he’s still struggling with pain when they go out in the field. Clearly he wouldn’t enjoy any sexual acrobatics if they required painkillers to get through - thus his boundaries.
She feels momentarily guilty and glances over to Charlie for his reaction only to find it missing - save the obvious lust glowing like embers in his eyes. It hits her Ian’s got Don turned slightly to the side; Charlie can’t see Don’s scar from that angle.
They can’t hide it all night, but for now they seem to be letting things get warmed up before they allow it to be clear in the light.
Don shifts behind Ian and they trade places, Don’s nimble fingers drawing the deep burgundy shirt out of Ian’s black slacks to allow him access to Ian’s smooth skin - drinking it in with his palms as he runs his hands over it, giving them a tantalizing glimpse of his body before the unveiling.
The subtle grinding of Don’s hips against Ian’s ass just ratchets up the heat another notch as Nikki watches him unbutton the shirt with painstaking deliberateness.
When he finally pulls the shirt the final inches to clear Ian’s body she almost wants to applaud - bound hands notwithstanding. Both men clearly put the tease in strip tease and all they’ve done is take their shirts off so far.
Then Ian turns in Don’s arms and they kiss - this time a languid exploration of each other’s mouths as their hands roam over bare skin.
She’d imagined watching Ian with a man would be hot, but the visual in front of her is truly an epic masturbatory fantasy. Two strong men, relishing each other’s strength rather than fighting it, engaging in a tantalizing exploration.
When they finally break apart and Ian steps back, Don’s body is fully visible in the light.
The sharp gasp to her left tells her Charlie’s noticed the scar - how could he not? Amidst the aura of fantasy Ian’s woven in her apartment, in their lives, a cold dash of reality has invaded.
Don’s brow furrows, but it’s more in sorrow than in worry. He breaks away from Ian and heads to Charlie, affection clear in his expression.
If she thought Ian and Don had conversations without words, the communication between Don and Charlie is awe inspiring.
Don cups his brother’s jaw in his hand, an apology, a promise he’s all right.
Charlie turns into it, accepting the comfort yet sharing his sorrow.
Don crouches down to Charlie’s level, shifting his hand to the back of his neck in a reassuring and brotherly move she’s seen him do at the office whenever Charlie’s upset by a case. He asks with his eyes if it’s okay.
Charlie looks down for a while, needing the time to deal first, then raises his gaze to meet Don’s concerned eyes, nodding his assent, lifting his head to show his quiet strength.
Don stands again, his hand threading into the curls at the back of Charlie’s head, and his brother’s eyes raise, glued to him with an adoration she envies desperately.
The exchange that passes between their eyes is intense, a level of love she has no conception of but can’t help but recognize. In their locked gaze she sees questions in each of their eyes and answers given. She holds her breath.
Don bends to capture Charlie’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly, holding nothing back.
When he finishes, he presses a brief kiss to Charlie’s forehead and then disappears behind them where they can’t see, Ian following right behind him.
And then there’s silence.
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Ian returns, solo, and goes to Charlie to check on him.
Nikki’s getting good at reading these non-verbal discussions: Ian’s asking Charlie if he’s okay, but Charlie’s asking Ian if Don’s okay. He can’t be assuaged by Ian’s reassuring nods though, concern still marring his expression.
Ian gestures to Charlie to wait, then offers Nikki an apologetic kiss to which she nods her acceptance of the delay and cocks her head to tell him to go see to Don and not worry about her.
Ian disappears behind them again and Nikki reaches out with her foot to nudge Charlie. It’s all she can reach, but he turns to her - taking it like the comfort it’s meant to be - and offers an encouraging smile. He’s not broken, just being a brother - worried about Don.
He’s still turned to her when hands appear and slide down Charlie’s chest and another set of hands slip through her hair: Ian’s.
Charlie’s eyes fall closed and he leans into Don’s touch, asking for more with his subtle arches.
She watches Don lean down, put his mouth by Charlie’s ear on the side she can’t see.
If he breaks the rule and speaks, she’ll never know, but Charlie relaxes visibly at his attentions and all is right again.
Don disappears behind them once more and Ian attends to them in turn, lifting Nikki’s hair to breathe hot on the back of her neck - giving her a thrilling chill - then crossing to Charlie, yanking his head back with a fist in his hair and driving all thought from his mind with a devouring passionate kiss that leaves him looking pleasantly dazed.
Just to be extra evil, Ian pauses to slip the spaghetti straps of her garnet red dress off her shoulders, knowing gravity will begin to pull the dress down, exposing more of her breasts as she squirms in her seat.
He disappears behind them again and after a brief pause they hear two soft thunks - probably Don's shoes being tossed aside since she knows the sound of Ian's boots hitting her floor by now, a soft rustle that's likely the removal of socks, then a kind of slamming noise, like one of them has been thrown against a wall.
The sounds of wet open-mouthed kisses follow, jolting her desire right back to where it left off, and she envisions them hot and heavy, hands all over each other as they bang around back there.
Just as she’s mentally cursing them for denying them this visual, they appear between her and Charlie, working their way back into view while frantically kissing, hands everywhere. It’s a shock to see this all at once, to see how fiercely they attack each other in their ravenous hunger.
She watches rapt as they clash, hands grasping asses, tongues battling, heavy pants the only sound in the quiet room now that the CD’s apparently ended.
She strains at the cuffs, wishing to touch, to be touched, even to touch herself. She hears a metallic rattle beside her and knows Charlie’s in the same position, feeling the same need.
She risks a glance at him and his mouth is open in a gaping O as he watches them, erection clearly straining at his pants as he fidgets in his seat.
Another slam draws her attention back and Ian’s got Don up against the wall, devouring his chest, laving nipples with his tongue, straying to bite a bicep but clearly staying away from his injured side.
And then he drops to his knees and all but rips Don’s pants open, shoving them down with a graceless urgency.
Don’s understandably rock hard already and better endowed than even Liz hinted at.
Her own choked off gasp as Ian swallows him down is echoed by her twin to the left, both of them obviously turned on at the sight of Ian sucking Don off. Don’s head is thrown back and one hand snakes to the back of Ian’s head as it moves over him, fingers threading through that slick jet black hair her own fingers know so well.
Ian pauses briefly to jack Don with his hand, moving to the side to give them a better view of the show. Don’s body, save the scar, is gorgeous: broad chest, taut abs, muscular thighs… His build is as athletic as she’d imagined from the glimpses she’s had of him shirtless, masculine with all the hair and definitely sexy as all hell.
He’s pale but not stark white, completely different from Ian’s smooth bronzed body, and she finds herself wanting to feel Don's body on top of hers, the empty space between her legs throbbing, aching to be filled.
And then Ian sucks him down again, allowing Don to bury his hands in his hair as he finishes him off, the delicious moans rising up out of Don - and how hot is it to hear her boss’ voice moaning - driving her to distraction, squeezing her legs together in search of some small relief.
Don’s face screws up as he comes, only barely choking off the swear words on his lips, then relaxes - every worry line erased as a sated smile graces his face. The resulting expression is one devoid of stress, worry, everything that plagues Don at the office. Without all of that strain on his face, the man is fucking beautiful.
He slides down to sit on the floor beside Ian and she closes her eyes for a moment, for once not willing to invade their privacy. She has a pretty enough picture behind her eyes and she wonders if she’ll ever look at Don the same way again at the office, knowing now what he really looks like when he’s not the leader she trusts with her life, but just the man underneath.
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She hears a rustle of clothing and opens her eyes to find they're standing up again, Don's pants are back on and he's slowly pulling Ian's belt from its belt loops - inch by inch.
Once it's off Don folds it in his hands and snaps it, making both Nikki and Charlie jump at the loud noise. With a little huff of a laugh, Don takes the loop of leather in his hand and runs it over Ian's bare chest, down his abs then teases at the bulge in his pants with it.
Ian stands, not unaffected, but clearly not folding under Don's control - yet.
Don pulls the belt back to take an end in each hand, looping it around Ian's neck to tug him to him. Rather than kiss, Don takes Ian's lower lip between his teeth and gnaws on it before dragging his lips down Ian's neck, pausing to bite the tender juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Releasing the belt, it slithers down Ian's body until it falls free and Don tosses it aside. He's half crouched down now and goes the rest of the way to remove Ian's shoes and socks, tossing them well out of the field of play, but not carelessly.
Ian lets Don nudge him forward, closer to Nikki until he's standing right in front of her chair. From behind, Don snakes his hands around, stroking Ian's length through his pants as Ian tries hard to keep his normal vocalizations choked down.
Unbutton, unzip, Don's fingers open Ian's pants and he slips a hand inside, giving Nikki a peek. Ian, as usual, has no underwear on and the sight of his stiff cock makes her mouth water and her inner muscles clench in anticipation.
Don's hands skate over Ian's flat abs for a moment then work to push his pants down and off him. Ian kicks them forward - probably to bug her by having them brush up against her feet - and he's nude before her, tanned and buff.
She's treated to a minute or two of Don's hands making a meal of Ian's toned body and then he's being pulled away, installed in front of Charlie next.
Once in front of his brother, Don's hand closes around Ian's cock and starts stroking slowly, taking his time. A little whine rises up in the back of Charlie's throat; he's not the most patient man, but Nikki can hardly blame him.
Don pauses and holds his hand out to Charlie, offering the flat of his palm. It takes her a second to figure it out, but she watches as Charlie licks his brother's palm wet avidly.
Don adds his own spit to the mix and wraps his now slick hand around Ian's cock.
A low rumble is the response and only Nikki knows how hard it must be for Ian to hold back his normal torrent of curse words at this amount of pleasure.
When Don stops abruptly they all seem surprised, Charlie most of all because Don grabs the back of his chair and brusquely turns it 90 degrees so he's now facing in Nikki's direction.
Don then arranges Ian on one side of Charlie's chair - so close his cock is practically in his face - and himself on the other, bending to take Ian's cock in his mouth right before Charlie's eyes.
This is clearly not Don's first time sucking cock.
Forget asking Charlie for pointers; Don needs to teach the master class.
She marvels as Ian comes totally undone, only his impassioned mumbling keeping his vocalizations from being considered real words. His hands fist in Don's hair, buried in those dark curls he so coveted, then one strays and latches on to Charlie's hair.
Two fistfuls of Eppes curls: Ian must be in heaven.
He convulses all too soon, Don swallowing him down as he spasms, quaking hard. He has to let go to hold on to the back of Charlie's chair, his legs clearly too affected to hold him up properly.
Don gives him a beat then disappears, returning with his handcuff key.
As Ian drops down to sit on the floor, Don comes up behind her, hands at her wrists.
Ian doesn't unlock Charlie's cuffs. He just opens up Charlie's pants, frees his cock and fetches a condom, rolling on his rigid cock.
Then he moves away, settling on the couch to watch as Don finishes unlocking her cuffs and lets her go.
They've all but gift wrapped Charlie for her and she knows he needs this as much as she does.
Ignoring how far her dress is slipping down she immediately straddles Charlie, sinking down on him, fingernails digging into his biceps. As she feels the stretch of his thick cock entering her, she tries hard not to swear, moan and thank every deity ever created by man for how damn good this feels after she needed it so bad.
Charlie's cuffs rattle and he bucks up as much as he can with his hips, begging her to move.
She does, rising up and sinking back down on him - so good to be filled after going wanting so long - but neither of them is patient.
She doesn't need much and he probably needs less so she speeds up, starting to bounce on his lap, eyes falling closed as little tremors warn her of the big quake to come.
And then she hears a metallic sound. Before she can put that together with Ian moving she feels Charlie's hands on her and realizes that they've freed him as well.
He all but yanks her dress down, capturing a nipple with his ravenous mouth as both hands grasp her ass, moving her faster over him.
The friction is all too much and she loses it, breath hitching as she shakes, letting him thrust up into her as her body sparks - a live wire setting her aflame as an almost howl like sound rises up from her.
She slumps against him just as Charlie bites her shoulder, shuddering beneath her, twitching through the last of his explosive orgasm.
A moment to catch their breath and Charlie's hand weaves its way into her curls, which have apparently fallen out of the clip that was already only keeping them halfway out of the way.
She leans back, a sated smile gracing her face, and spies a matching one on Charlie's.
As his hand falls away, Don's hand slides into her hair, tilting her head back as he stands over her.
He lowers his mouth to hers and kisses her deeply, languid probing thrusts of his tongue that even now pique her interest all over again. He kisses her so thoroughly she feels almost dizzy when it's over and he releases her.
A second later Ian surfaces from kissing Charlie, leaving an equally dazed look on his face.
She knows she should get off Charlie's lap, but she's simply spent.
She lets her head fall on his shoulder for a moment's rest.
She's not sure whose hand rubs gently across her back, but it feels good so she just decides to enjoy it.
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No one wants to move much after; Don's about the only one who can walk at this point anyway. So they curl up, the four of them, half on and half off the couch next to Charlie's chair.
Ian sits buck naked, shameless as always, running a hand through Nikki's hair as she sits on the carpet between his legs. She figures she could crawl into his lap, if only she had the energy, but there's a lovely symmetry to their positions since Charlie is also on the floor beside her, leaning up against Don's legs.
It strikes her odd, Don's touches and Ian's caresses… They're like beloved pets, she and Charlie - being stroked and adored while sitting at their masters' feet. Normally that would get her feminist hackles up, but it feels so nice it makes it hard to find any fault with it. Charlie certainly appears to be enjoying it, moving towards every touch, blissful contentedness showing on his expressive face at every contact.
When the bowl of raspberries got moved within reach of the sofa she's not sure, but when Don puts the bowl between him and Ian on the couch, a sly smile passes between them.
She tilts her head up, expectant, and Ian pretends he's about to put the first raspberry in his own mouth before diverting it, with a little chuckle, to place it between her lips.
She's sure to capture his fingers just enough to give him ideas and the next raspberry comes with the opportunity to suck on his fingers, the fresh tang of the berry competing with the saltiness of Ian's skin.
Don selects a berry and holds it up in front of Charlie. Rather than put it in his mouth though, he crushes it between his thumb and index finger then licks his own index finger clean - Charlie's eyes watching, jealous, the whole time. Then he moves his red stained thumb and rubs it across Charlie's full lower lip, marking it red as well.
Charlie sucks the thumb in voraciously, cleans it way more than it needs to be, then lets it fall free with a soft pop before licking his lips, eyes bright and mischievous.
Ian takes a handful of the cool berries and rolls them across her chest. Her dress is half off, hanging only loosely around her waist at this point, so he palms the berries over a bare breast - the chill and the subtle texture giving her a little thrill.
Charlie dares to steal a couple of the berries from Ian's palm, now probably warm and salty from her skin, and Ian lets him - both of them watching as he offers one to Don before eating the other himself.
Don, in turn, crushes one in a long line down Charlie's throat, marking his Adam's apple as he does. Nikki just can't leave it like that so she leans over and licks it all off. No sense staining that lovely lilac shirt of his. She has a better thought and starts taking it off him. Once it's off she slips her dress the rest of the way off; it's not doing much anyway.
Ian puts a hand on her to keep her from removing her heels. They stay on.
Don doesn't stop Charlie from taking off his own shoes and socks, although Charlie does hold up his belt as he pulls it off, mocking snapping it like Don had then nodding his approval of that aspect of the play.
Don laughs and his hands drift down to Charlie's shoulders, kneading them lightly. It's probably just an excuse for skin on skin contact, but Charlie melts under his brother's touch. Nikki wonders if this is how it's always been with them: Charlie ever the sunflower turning towards whichever way Don goes in hopes of the light of his attention.
Rested, sated and raspberries done, Ian looks at them all in turn, as if gauging their status. She gives him her most encouraging look. She's recovered and to her the evening's definitely not over.
But up next is the part they didn't plan for, the part Don hasn't technically agreed to.
She looks between Ian and Don and although Charlie's oblivious - currently blissed out with his eyes closed - it's clear they're having another conversation.
Finally Ian plucks a set of handcuffs from the side table and dangles them in the air.
The question he is putting to Don is clear: stay or go?
Charlie looks up when Don pulls his hands away and blinks in surprise when he notices the cuffs and Don rising to stand up.
Nikki is caught off guard by the rush of disappointment at the idea of Don leaving. She hadn't realized just how much him being there had made a difference - in her, in Ian and certainly in Charlie.
He stands over them all, looking at each of them in turn, then smiles. His eyes crinkle up and his face lights up with a playful grin.
With a flourish, he walks over to Nikki's abandoned chair, adjusts its position in the room then sits down in it, putting his hands behind his back.
Nikki's eyes go wide. Not only is Don staying, he's going to allow himself to be bound.
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Ian makes a show of fetching the key and showing Don exactly where it's being placed before approaching him with the cuffs. He looks down at Don as if gauging how serious he is, then gestures him to rise.
Don complies, warily, and Ian takes the opportunity to strip off his pants, leaving him naked. He drags his fingers up Don's cock - already half hard - fully awakening his interest.
He gestures Don back into the chair then beckons Charlie over. Rather than strip Charlie he just orders him to take his pants off with a gesture, which Charlie does. Then he directs Charlie to stand behind Don, making Don try to look behind him, to see what Charlie's reaction is.
Ian dangles the handcuffs in front of Don again, rattling them to get Don's attention.
Once Don looks forward again Ian opens one of the cuffs, but instead of putting it on Don he hands the cuffs to Charlie.
Nikki's got a front row seat for this and wishes she could sell tickets. Charlie handcuffing his brother at Ian's order makes her almost need to fan herself - her temperature rising that fast at the unforgettable visual.
Ian holds up a finger to her to ask her to wait then returns with his bag of tricks from the bedroom.
She only gets a glimpse of what he pulls out for Charlie, but she recognizes it by the color alone. If it's red it must be the thicker of the two butt plugs in his kit.
Ian slicks the toy and bends Charlie over Don's shoulder as he slowly inserts it. Charlie's hands were already on Don's shoulders and starting to roam, but as Ian impales him slowly with the toy Charlie's hands scrabble against Don's chest, nails scraping through thick chest hair, until he finally lets out a breath. It's in.
A second trip to the bag nets the other butt plug - this one slender and black. Ian slicks it up and raises his eyebrow at her to get her to join him in front of Don.
She comes, glad she's recovered enough to walk in her heels since that's all she has on at this point, and at his command bends over, placing her hands on Don's thighs to steady herself.
She finds herself face to face with her boss as Ian begins to tease her, sliding the toy into her ass just a tiny bit then pulling it out, raising her craving for more each tantalizing time. Her breathing roughens and she has to force her eyes to stay open - Don's gaze too compelling to miss out on.
And then the view gets even better. Charlie tilts his brother's head way back and leans down to kiss him. It's the kind of kiss that devours, ever wanting, never enough and she watches entranced - only Ian's incessant play keeping her full attention from the sight before her eyes.
She watches Charlie's hands roam over Don's body, taking in what seems like acres of skin and masculine chest hair.
When Charlie allows the kiss to break, Don's expression is raw and open with need and she catches his eye before he can put up any barriers to her. Surprisingly he doesn't hide and the flush of trust there is almost an aphrodisiac in its own right.
She feels Ian sink the plug into her all the way then leave it, a loving caress on her ass his sign he's done with that aspect - for now. With a subtle nudge from him she moves forward a little and wraps her long fingers around Don's cock. She sees and feels the reaction go through Don's body - equal measures of relief and anticipation - and strokes him with a steady hand, his breath and hers now equally rapid.
She falters though when Ian's tongue flicks against her, the jolt that goes through her evidently visible enough to get Charlie chortling above her. Charlie stretches out a hand from behind Don to touch her hair and she playfully nips at it to chase it away, turning his mirth into a full fledged laugh.
And then it's Charlie's turn for a jolt as she sees him startle all at once. She's not sure at what; she never touched him. But he composes himself quickly and busies himself with pulling Don's head back for another kiss.
She hears a condom wrapper behind her and feels Ian's hand on her back, urging her to bend more. She gets his plan now and although it will be an awkward position for her she's confident none of them will last long this way.
She sticks her ass in the air, feeling the head of Ian's cock already rubbing against her still slick folds, and takes the head of Don's cock into her mouth. Running her tongue around the rim, she's about to stick the point of her tongue in the slit when Ian impales her all at once with his cock.
She groans around Don's cock and feels him jump at the vibration. Using one hand to brace herself against Ian's thrusts, the other is free to jack Don's shaft as she works the head with tongue, lips, the barest grazing of teeth.
The chorus of vocalizations above her is almost hard to differentiate, but she knows Ian's repressed swear words by now and can almost feel the rumble of Don's voice through his body. It's Charlie's voice she doesn't expect since all he's doing is standing behind Don.
It hits her all at once and she has to open her eyes and look at Don's arms to prove her theory. There's far too much muscle movement for him to be merely resting cuffed with his hands behind his back. A quick glance at Charlie's face confirms it; he's got to be stroking his brother's cock behind his back, out of their sight.
It's an understandable amount of plausible deniability, she figures, but it's hot to imagine so she closes her eyes and sees with her imagination, all of them: Ian fucking her from behind, his long cock sinking into her dark thatch as he grasps the globes of her ass in his splayed hands; Don trying not to thrust up into her mouth as he drinks in Charlie's hands on his body; and Charlie, hips subtly rocking his cock into Don's hidden grip, punctuating his desire with random deep kisses and skin starved hands.
Then Ian grabs hold of the plug in her ass and starts working it in and out in time with the thrusts of his cock. His other hand goes to the back of her neck and motions her down, encouraging her to take in Don's cock as far as she can.
A garbled broken sound is her only warning as Don explodes in her mouth and she does her best to suck him clean even as Ian's overwhelming her with rapid fire seesawing, finally allowing herself a deep breath once she pulls away.
Abruptly Ian shifts her forward again and she's practically on top of Don now, only he tugs her back enough to all but present her chest to Don's mouth. He latches on to a nipple, sucking hard, and she breaks - one long wordless almost guttural sound erupting from her as every nerve ending in her body fires at once. She hears her voice twine in the air with Ian's familiar howl as he joins her in the final throes. She quakes, throbbing and quivering, but they don't let up, making her ride wave after wave of sensation until her legs give out on her already wobbly heels.
Ian's wicked fast; he slides out and catches her, folding her into his arms and lowering her to the floor as she hears a distant voice ringing out its completion: Charlie's she assumes.
When she finally gets her brain back online she looks up from the shelter of Ian's arms to find Charlie has unlocked Don's cuffs for him.
Charlie's on the floor, panting up against the chair and Don sinks down beside him - opening his arms so that Charlie can curl up in them.
This is not a sight she may ever see again, but the twin heads of dark curls, the double chests flush with dark hair and the knowing touches as they wrap themselves around each other are a wonder to behold and she hopes whatever comes of today that it doesn't come between this amazing love these brothers had already before they arrived.
She shifts to look up at Ian, expecting a reaction to Don and Charlie, but she sees that he only has eyes for her. The emotion in his gaze takes her breath away. She'd known this was more than play for the two of them, but this is the first time she's seen something so real, so deep and so strong in Ian and it's all for her.
She tilts her chin up and he leans down to kiss her. It's a thank you, but so much more than a thank you for that night. If he could speak, she knows he'd thank her for letting him be himself with her in every aspect.
She wouldn't want him any other way.
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Getting dressed seems like a waste of effort, but Nikki knows if her neighbors spot her and Ian in their bathrobes sending off two men in nice suits there might be confusion leading to unwanted questions, so she gets her dress back on, adjusting it - even reclipping her hair up - so she looks presentable.
Once the men are dressed Ian helps the brothers into their coats, one by one, making the act the last physically intimate gesture - save a kiss - for both of them.
He kisses Charlie first, burying a hand in those now wild curls as the other lingers along Charlie's strong jawline, a surprisingly tender touch for an evening such as theirs. The kiss is long and lingering, but no one's impatient. The hour is still relatively early, but they're all worn out and ready for a good night's sleep.
Ian offers Charlie to Nikki next and they share a warm kiss, sweet appreciation in their light touches. She hadn't known Charlie all that well before their first encounter, but now she sees him as a real friend - someone in her heart she can't imagine losing.
Don holds out his hand to her once she and Charlie part and pulls her into a surprisingly firm hug, one that's telling in its appreciation. David once told her pre-therapy Don had big trust issues. If this is what therapy has done for him, Nikki thinks she might just give it a try.
He pulls back and then captures her face in his hands, kissing her almost sweetly - a marked difference from his passionate kisses from before. This is his way of telling her they're okay, that she's a friend to him now too - trusted.
She gives him her best grin and a playful nudge as well and is graced with one of his best smiles ever, his face still wonderfully free of strain and devastatingly handsome. If she didn't have Ian she'd be sorely tempted, but she's happy with what she's got right here. Don and Charlie are just the icing on one damn sexy cake.
Finally Don holds out his hand for Ian to shake and he does, though Ian caves and tugs Don in for a kiss anyway, an abrupt one, but one full of meaning. She catches a glimmer of something in that moment, a rare insight into the inner Ian. She'd imagined he wanted this, wanted Don, for purely sexual reasons, but in that flicker of emotion she saw something closer to need - that Don had given him something he couldn't get from anyone else, not even her.
She's struck by the revelation that such a strong man might willingly acknowledge another man's strength as being something he needed, but Don just nods knowingly at Ian: saying 'you're welcome' as clearly as if he'd said it with words.
And then Don's throwing an arm around Charlie's neck all casual like and they're brothers again, just like that. He gives Charlie an affectionate little shake and Charlie ducks his head down, peering up from beneath his curls gone awry.
Don slips his cuffs back in his pocket and returns his key to his key ring with a smirk and a tiny flourish and then the door is open and they're waving Don and Charlie off to their cars as if this was a normal Saturday night dinner party between friends.
A few minutes later she and Ian all but fall into bed, oddly still silent even though they can speak now. Nikki finds she kind of likes it when Ian gazes down at her, telling her how he really feels about her with only his eyes and his hand resting over her heart.
They curl up and find sleep together, happily sated by their play and ready to rest up for their Sunday together before Ian heads back to Quantico on Monday.
Her dreams are filled with visions of Ian and Don and Charlie, all the things they've done and all they've yet to do. She can almost feel Don's weight as she pulls him on top of her - spreading her legs to feel him slide inside, filling her, stretching her.
And then she wakes up, sun already peeking through the blinds.
Ian lies sleeping beside her, his gorgeous skin golden in the early light. Her eyes feast on the dark hair, the angular lines of his face, the hard planes of his body and knows she wants this - for real. She might not be able to wake up next to him every day, but she understands now that it's not just about accepting Ian as he is, it's the marvel that Ian accepts her exactly the way she is - faults and all.
It hasn't even been a year yet, but if this is the life she could have with Ian, she'd sign on. He hasn't asked for a commitment, hasn't offered a ring - it's not his way. But there is something she can offer him to show she's serious about this.
No boundaries.
She wakes him the safest way she knows how - blowing a stream of air across his lashes until they flutter enough for her to know it's okay to touch him without activating his lightning fast former special ops reflexes.
He reaches for her, but she grabs his arm and pulls him on top of her. He comes, his morning husky voice chuckling in a low rumble, and settles himself between her legs, kissing his way lazily down her neck.
Impatient, she cants her hips up in invitation and in doing so feels his hardness slide against her, making him gasp at the sudden and unexpectedly slick contact.
He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls a condom out of the drawer only to have her pluck it from his hand.
Still strangely mute from the night before, she holds it up for him to see then shakes her head, throwing it away. She doesn't need it anymore.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise and question, but she just wraps her legs around him, and pulls him down to her for a kiss to confirm she wants nothing to come between them again, a clear message of ultimate trust and commitment. Their kisses are joyful and emotion bubbles up inside her as she realizes he wants this too, wants her and all that entails.
After a final tender kiss, he props himself up, making her meet his eyes before he slides inside her - no barrier between them for the first time ever.
She can dream of Don all she wants, but nothing - nothing compares to this.
Ian's well trained not to speak by this point so as her body sings to the thrill of feeling him - all of him - inside of her, he doesn't exactly form distinct words. But like his muffled curses from before, she can tell what he's really saying beneath the low rumble that sends a chill through her from head to toe.
There are two words he pants into her neck with each of his final wild thrusts and they alone are enough to push her over the edge to the point of no return she'd never want to come back from anyway.
"Love you… Love you…"
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