Fic: Five Things Don Eppes Never Said to His Brother: Don/Charlie
Title: Five Things Don Eppes Never Said to His Brother
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 (briefly)
Warning: Incest, wangst
Challenge: 5_nevers
Spoilers: "Counterfeit Reality," "Two Daughters"
Disclaimer: Property of CHeuton & NFalacci
“I was showing Larry this. If you continue to drop the marbles, the distribution will develop a bell curve. It’s more likely that the marble will fall in the central areas, but there’s still the possibility of it landing at the edges. But see what happens when rubber bands are stretched around the pegs, confining the marble to a desired path? There’s only one place for it to go. The same applies to Crystal Hoyle.”
Don shot up from his chair. “No shit, Charlie. It’s called a blockade. We traced Hoyle’s cell phone; her obvious intention is to head south to Mexico, so we’ve called reinforcements to cut her off. We do this everyday. You pulled me away from apprehending a fugitive for this?” He opened the door to leave. “Don’t call me again unless it’s for something useful.”
“Donny, can I come along?”
Don looked back at Charlie, baseball bat balanced over his shoulder.
“Man, we better not have to take your freak brother.”
“Sure, Donny, let’s take the dork with us.” Jared Godorski slammed his fist repeatedly into his glove, a sneer on his face.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Ryan Bradbury tugged on Don’s shirt. “Your brother’s a loser.”
Charlie’s wet eyes gleamed at him. “Donny…”
“No, Charlie, you can’t come.”
“Why… why not?”
“Because you’re an embarrassment.”
Don turned the engagement ring in his fingers and looked back up to see Charlie watching with the full weight on his face.
“What?”
“I didn’t realize you and Kim…”
“Yeah, well…” He didn’t finish, just slid the ring back into its envelope.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Why?”
Don watched Charlie fight back tears. “Because I’m your brother.”
He threw the envelope back into the box. “You only care when it’s about you.” Deer in headlights eyes. “You just float around in your own little world and ignore everyone else. You’ll talk to other people when you can show off your math, but when it’s not about you and your numbers, you’re not there. You don’t ask me anything about my life but then get pissed when I don’t offer it to you. You don’t get to have it both ways.”
He opened the door to the garage.
“Hey, Charlie, come on. Mom’s up, we’re going to watch a movie.”
No response. Tap, tap, tap on the chalkboard.
“Charlie… Charlie… Charlie…”
His brother stopped writing and rubbed his face, looking over his work.
“CHARLIE!”
He waved a hand dismissively, head never turning away from the equations.
“You’re killing her, you know that? She acts like she understands why you’re locking yourself out here while she wastes away, but you’re killing her. You just ignore her, and you’re killing her.”
Charlie tried to run a hand through greasy hair, but his fingers snagged in a tangle of messy curls.
“She’s going to be dead soon, and you’re going to let her die without you, all for some fucking math problem you’ll never solve. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He pounds hard, one hand snaked into curls and the other wrapped around his brother’s cock.
“Come on, Charlie. Come for me, baby. Let me hear you moan. Let me feel you coming.” The pace quickens, shouts and broken groans echo off the walls, Charlie’s hips slam back against him. “Yeah, you fuck my cock so good… so good… like that.”
They explode together, and Don falls onto Charlie in exhaustion.
“I love you.”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 (briefly)
Warning: Incest, wangst
Challenge: 5_nevers
Spoilers: "Counterfeit Reality," "Two Daughters"
Disclaimer: Property of CHeuton & NFalacci
“I was showing Larry this. If you continue to drop the marbles, the distribution will develop a bell curve. It’s more likely that the marble will fall in the central areas, but there’s still the possibility of it landing at the edges. But see what happens when rubber bands are stretched around the pegs, confining the marble to a desired path? There’s only one place for it to go. The same applies to Crystal Hoyle.”
Don shot up from his chair. “No shit, Charlie. It’s called a blockade. We traced Hoyle’s cell phone; her obvious intention is to head south to Mexico, so we’ve called reinforcements to cut her off. We do this everyday. You pulled me away from apprehending a fugitive for this?” He opened the door to leave. “Don’t call me again unless it’s for something useful.”
“Donny, can I come along?”
Don looked back at Charlie, baseball bat balanced over his shoulder.
“Man, we better not have to take your freak brother.”
“Sure, Donny, let’s take the dork with us.” Jared Godorski slammed his fist repeatedly into his glove, a sneer on his face.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Ryan Bradbury tugged on Don’s shirt. “Your brother’s a loser.”
Charlie’s wet eyes gleamed at him. “Donny…”
“No, Charlie, you can’t come.”
“Why… why not?”
“Because you’re an embarrassment.”
Don turned the engagement ring in his fingers and looked back up to see Charlie watching with the full weight on his face.
“What?”
“I didn’t realize you and Kim…”
“Yeah, well…” He didn’t finish, just slid the ring back into its envelope.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Why?”
Don watched Charlie fight back tears. “Because I’m your brother.”
He threw the envelope back into the box. “You only care when it’s about you.” Deer in headlights eyes. “You just float around in your own little world and ignore everyone else. You’ll talk to other people when you can show off your math, but when it’s not about you and your numbers, you’re not there. You don’t ask me anything about my life but then get pissed when I don’t offer it to you. You don’t get to have it both ways.”
He opened the door to the garage.
“Hey, Charlie, come on. Mom’s up, we’re going to watch a movie.”
No response. Tap, tap, tap on the chalkboard.
“Charlie… Charlie… Charlie…”
His brother stopped writing and rubbed his face, looking over his work.
“CHARLIE!”
He waved a hand dismissively, head never turning away from the equations.
“You’re killing her, you know that? She acts like she understands why you’re locking yourself out here while she wastes away, but you’re killing her. You just ignore her, and you’re killing her.”
Charlie tried to run a hand through greasy hair, but his fingers snagged in a tangle of messy curls.
“She’s going to be dead soon, and you’re going to let her die without you, all for some fucking math problem you’ll never solve. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He pounds hard, one hand snaked into curls and the other wrapped around his brother’s cock.
“Come on, Charlie. Come for me, baby. Let me hear you moan. Let me feel you coming.” The pace quickens, shouts and broken groans echo off the walls, Charlie’s hips slam back against him. “Yeah, you fuck my cock so good… so good… like that.”
They explode together, and Don falls onto Charlie in exhaustion.
“I love you.”