Burned, Don/Charlie, Numb3rs
Title: Burned
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings: Incest, possible dub con depending on how you squint
Spoilers: Angels and Demons/Hangman (S5/S6)
Disclaimer: So very much not mine
Feedback: Makes me go like this :D :D :D
A/n: Many thanks to melissima for the first read and for the original prompt that made me write this. It had been languishing for quite awhile, so it's good to get it posted. I promise that the fluffy pr0n is coming next.
Don had a ritual when yet another relationship crashed and burned: take a day off, hole up in his apartment in the dark, get very, very drunk, sleep it off, take a shower, and return to work like nothing had ever happened. He'd done it with Kim, Terry, Liz, Robin (both times) and more women than he cared to admit to. This time shouldn't have been any different. Except this time it was Charlie.
The relationship had been fucked up to begin with anyway. Never mind the fact that they were brothers. That was huge, but really, it wasn't even the beginning of their problems. Don had had some dysfunctional relationships, but what he was--had been--trying to pull off with Charlie was something else.
He was pretty sure that at least they'd been mutually using each other: Don to assuage his loneliness and Charlie... well, he didn't know what Charlie's motivations had been. Maybe all he'd really wanted was to spend time with Don. Whatever the case, it wasn't anything that could be called love. Their couplings were generally fast, hard, silent affairs punctuated only by moans, gasps of each other's names, and muffled cries when they came. Charlie never asked to spend the night, and Don never offered.
It might have continued on like that indefinitely. Except Don had gotten hurt and then Amita had been abducted and it had all snowballed into Charlie asking her to marry him. The sense of loss had been surprising, crushing, and Don had retreated to his apartment as soon as he could after Charlie had told them he'd popped the question. That was two days ago.
Don started to count the beer bottles on the coffee table, but stopped when he reached 12. There didn't seem to be much point to continuing. He pushed himself up from his spot on the couch and forced himself to get moving. He knew he should be happy for Charlie, and he supposed part of him was. Charlie was going to give his dad what he'd always wanted most, to see his sons married and happy and starting a family. Considering his own relationship history and this latest turn of events with Charlie, it was unlikely he was going to be the one to give his dad grandchildren. He should be happy that Charlie would.
Except he wasn't. Instead he'd drunk his way through too many beers and stayed on his couch for two days. He couldn't indulge indefinitely, though, and he was going to need time to recover. He started with a shower. The hot water cascading around him felt good, and his head felt a little clearer by the time he got out. He was toweling off when his stomach rumbled and he realized he probably hadn't eaten for the last two days either. Not bothering with clothes, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out toward the kitchen.
"Charlie!" Don said, startled, stopping in the doorway of his living room. His table had been cleared of the empty beer bottles. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry. I rang the bell, but you didn't answer so I let myself in. I called your name, but I guess you didn't hear me in the shower," Charlie said.
Don frowned. He could tell his brain wasn't working at full speed. "Still doesn't answer the question. What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you. I'd tried calling. You were quiet after I made my announcement." Charlie paused, clearly waiting for Don to say something. "You know, just because Amita and I are going to get married doesn't mean we have to give up what we have."
"What we have?" Don said. "What we have? Are you insane? We don't have anything! Not only have I been fucking my brother, which is bad enough, but I've been helping him cheat on the woman he loves. I will not help you cheat on your wife, Charlie."
Charlie stood and crossed to Don. "We don't have anything? All those times you fucked me, made me scream your name, was that nothing?" he purred. "The way you look at me when our eyes meet and I can tell you're thinking about taking all my clothes off. Is that nothing?"
He put his hands on Don's bare chest, gently sliding them up and down, teasing a nipple. "The way I know this is making you feel. Is that nothing?"
Don grabbed Charlie's wrists and forced his hands off his body. "Stop. We're not doing this."
"Don, I know you don't want to give me up. If you did, you wouldn't have spent the last two days ignoring my phone calls and drinking beer in the dark." Charlie stepped in so his chest was just brushing Don's. "And I'm telling you that it's okay. You can have me. We can have this."
"And what about me, huh?" Don asked, voice just barely above a whisper. He knew his towel was doing nothing to conceal the effect Charlie's presence and words were having on him. "What happens to me when you and Amita have a kid? When you decide that balancing a wife and a baby and a career with a good fuck on the side is just too much. What happens then?"
For the first time, Charlie looked off-balance but he quickly recovered. "Well, it's not like you couldn't have your own relationships at the same time, too. There never seems to be a shortage of women who want to spend time in your bed. Don..." He closed the distance between the two of them, kissing him almost tenderly.
And, God help him, Don crumbled. He let go of Charlie's wrists in favor of dragging him close and devouring his lips, backing up with him into the bedroom.
Charlie grinned against Don's lips, victorious. Without hesitation, he slid his hands along Don's waist, loosening the towel and letting it fall to the floor. He wrapped a hand around Don's cock, stroking it the way he knew he liked.
Groaning, Don quickly worked to unbutton Charlie's shirt and push it off his shoulders, following it up with divesting him of his pants. He reversed their positions so Charlie hit the mattress first and Don could crawl over top of him. He progressed quickly, bending Charlie's leg back and slipping two slick fingers into him.
Charlie arched up into Don's touch, a wanton moan slipping from his throat. "Don... yes. God feels so good."
"About to feel a lot better," Don murmured, pushing inside in one steady thrust. They lapsed into silence as Don moved, strong and steady, building their mutual pleasure bit by bit until Charlie was whimpering, moaning. He wrapped his hand around Charlie's cock, stroking him in time to his increasingly fast thrusts.
Charlie's breath always stuttered in his chest right before he came, but this time it was more like his breath stopped for a few beats before he was crying out, arching under Don's hands with the force of his release. Don was helpless to hold on under the onslaught of sensation, falling over the edge with a long moan.
He lowered himself gently on top of Charlie, letting Charlie run his fingers through his hair and place soft kisses to his jaw and eyelids. They said nothing as they came down, wordlessly arranging themselves on the mattress so Don was spooned up behind Charlie.
Don knew he should say something. They had to stop this. It wasn't healthy for anyone involved, and if Amita ever found out, it wouldn't just be bad. It'd be devastating. But his body was too tired and satiated to do anything about it. Against what he was sure was his better judgment, he drifted off to sleep.
When Don woke up several hours later, he shouldn't have been surprised to find that Charlie was gone. He scrubbed a hand across his face, still feeling hungover and used up, only belatedly noticing that the message light on his phone was blinking. Checking the screen, he squinted at the text, just a few words from Charlie saying that he had to meet Amita and that he'd see him soon. Ruthlessly, he deleted the message as he walked into the kitchen. The bottle of Scotch was in the fridge and he poured himself a generous shot.
It burned all the way down.
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings: Incest, possible dub con depending on how you squint
Spoilers: Angels and Demons/Hangman (S5/S6)
Disclaimer: So very much not mine
Feedback: Makes me go like this :D :D :D
A/n: Many thanks to melissima for the first read and for the original prompt that made me write this. It had been languishing for quite awhile, so it's good to get it posted. I promise that the fluffy pr0n is coming next.
Don had a ritual when yet another relationship crashed and burned: take a day off, hole up in his apartment in the dark, get very, very drunk, sleep it off, take a shower, and return to work like nothing had ever happened. He'd done it with Kim, Terry, Liz, Robin (both times) and more women than he cared to admit to. This time shouldn't have been any different. Except this time it was Charlie.
The relationship had been fucked up to begin with anyway. Never mind the fact that they were brothers. That was huge, but really, it wasn't even the beginning of their problems. Don had had some dysfunctional relationships, but what he was--had been--trying to pull off with Charlie was something else.
He was pretty sure that at least they'd been mutually using each other: Don to assuage his loneliness and Charlie... well, he didn't know what Charlie's motivations had been. Maybe all he'd really wanted was to spend time with Don. Whatever the case, it wasn't anything that could be called love. Their couplings were generally fast, hard, silent affairs punctuated only by moans, gasps of each other's names, and muffled cries when they came. Charlie never asked to spend the night, and Don never offered.
It might have continued on like that indefinitely. Except Don had gotten hurt and then Amita had been abducted and it had all snowballed into Charlie asking her to marry him. The sense of loss had been surprising, crushing, and Don had retreated to his apartment as soon as he could after Charlie had told them he'd popped the question. That was two days ago.
Don started to count the beer bottles on the coffee table, but stopped when he reached 12. There didn't seem to be much point to continuing. He pushed himself up from his spot on the couch and forced himself to get moving. He knew he should be happy for Charlie, and he supposed part of him was. Charlie was going to give his dad what he'd always wanted most, to see his sons married and happy and starting a family. Considering his own relationship history and this latest turn of events with Charlie, it was unlikely he was going to be the one to give his dad grandchildren. He should be happy that Charlie would.
Except he wasn't. Instead he'd drunk his way through too many beers and stayed on his couch for two days. He couldn't indulge indefinitely, though, and he was going to need time to recover. He started with a shower. The hot water cascading around him felt good, and his head felt a little clearer by the time he got out. He was toweling off when his stomach rumbled and he realized he probably hadn't eaten for the last two days either. Not bothering with clothes, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out toward the kitchen.
"Charlie!" Don said, startled, stopping in the doorway of his living room. His table had been cleared of the empty beer bottles. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry. I rang the bell, but you didn't answer so I let myself in. I called your name, but I guess you didn't hear me in the shower," Charlie said.
Don frowned. He could tell his brain wasn't working at full speed. "Still doesn't answer the question. What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you. I'd tried calling. You were quiet after I made my announcement." Charlie paused, clearly waiting for Don to say something. "You know, just because Amita and I are going to get married doesn't mean we have to give up what we have."
"What we have?" Don said. "What we have? Are you insane? We don't have anything! Not only have I been fucking my brother, which is bad enough, but I've been helping him cheat on the woman he loves. I will not help you cheat on your wife, Charlie."
Charlie stood and crossed to Don. "We don't have anything? All those times you fucked me, made me scream your name, was that nothing?" he purred. "The way you look at me when our eyes meet and I can tell you're thinking about taking all my clothes off. Is that nothing?"
He put his hands on Don's bare chest, gently sliding them up and down, teasing a nipple. "The way I know this is making you feel. Is that nothing?"
Don grabbed Charlie's wrists and forced his hands off his body. "Stop. We're not doing this."
"Don, I know you don't want to give me up. If you did, you wouldn't have spent the last two days ignoring my phone calls and drinking beer in the dark." Charlie stepped in so his chest was just brushing Don's. "And I'm telling you that it's okay. You can have me. We can have this."
"And what about me, huh?" Don asked, voice just barely above a whisper. He knew his towel was doing nothing to conceal the effect Charlie's presence and words were having on him. "What happens to me when you and Amita have a kid? When you decide that balancing a wife and a baby and a career with a good fuck on the side is just too much. What happens then?"
For the first time, Charlie looked off-balance but he quickly recovered. "Well, it's not like you couldn't have your own relationships at the same time, too. There never seems to be a shortage of women who want to spend time in your bed. Don..." He closed the distance between the two of them, kissing him almost tenderly.
And, God help him, Don crumbled. He let go of Charlie's wrists in favor of dragging him close and devouring his lips, backing up with him into the bedroom.
Charlie grinned against Don's lips, victorious. Without hesitation, he slid his hands along Don's waist, loosening the towel and letting it fall to the floor. He wrapped a hand around Don's cock, stroking it the way he knew he liked.
Groaning, Don quickly worked to unbutton Charlie's shirt and push it off his shoulders, following it up with divesting him of his pants. He reversed their positions so Charlie hit the mattress first and Don could crawl over top of him. He progressed quickly, bending Charlie's leg back and slipping two slick fingers into him.
Charlie arched up into Don's touch, a wanton moan slipping from his throat. "Don... yes. God feels so good."
"About to feel a lot better," Don murmured, pushing inside in one steady thrust. They lapsed into silence as Don moved, strong and steady, building their mutual pleasure bit by bit until Charlie was whimpering, moaning. He wrapped his hand around Charlie's cock, stroking him in time to his increasingly fast thrusts.
Charlie's breath always stuttered in his chest right before he came, but this time it was more like his breath stopped for a few beats before he was crying out, arching under Don's hands with the force of his release. Don was helpless to hold on under the onslaught of sensation, falling over the edge with a long moan.
He lowered himself gently on top of Charlie, letting Charlie run his fingers through his hair and place soft kisses to his jaw and eyelids. They said nothing as they came down, wordlessly arranging themselves on the mattress so Don was spooned up behind Charlie.
Don knew he should say something. They had to stop this. It wasn't healthy for anyone involved, and if Amita ever found out, it wouldn't just be bad. It'd be devastating. But his body was too tired and satiated to do anything about it. Against what he was sure was his better judgment, he drifted off to sleep.
When Don woke up several hours later, he shouldn't have been surprised to find that Charlie was gone. He scrubbed a hand across his face, still feeling hungover and used up, only belatedly noticing that the message light on his phone was blinking. Checking the screen, he squinted at the text, just a few words from Charlie saying that he had to meet Amita and that he'd see him soon. Ruthlessly, he deleted the message as he walked into the kitchen. The bottle of Scotch was in the fridge and he poured himself a generous shot.
It burned all the way down.