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Adult ++
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41
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7
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A Man Called Don
Title: A Man Called Don
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 097 Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Don/Charlie, Charlie/Monty implied (from the movie 25 Hours)
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 668
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: awesome
Author's Notes: It’s a prequel to Strangers. We learn how Monty met Charlie, why he remembers the young professor and why Charlie doesn’t.
Monty presses his body against Charlie’s smaller one, covering his neck with thousands of passionate kisses. Charlie moans out loud with excitement and thrusts his hips into the other man’s crotch.
“Not so fast, kiddo.”, Monty teases the young professor and wraps his arms around Charlie’s waist, gluing their bodies together. “We’ll come to that later.”
Charlie looks at Monty, seeing the desire in his eyes. His courage leaves him. He can’t tell Monty. It would hurt him too much. So instead he just smiles and slowly starts directing them both to the bedroom of the small hotel room.
It smells like something rotten, it’s not pleasant and doesn’t help Charlie in playing cool. The wallpaper is torn in some places and – no, he won’t look up to the ceiling. He feels so sorry for Monty in this moment, living in such terrible and dreadful conditions. He doesn’t really understand why Monty won’t rent a better place for him to live.
“You’re somewhere completely else right now, aren’t you?”, Monty suddenly says and stops spoiling Charlie’s skin with his tongue.
“Sorry. Just...go on. I need you.” Charlie’s words don’t sound truthful at all, rather rattled down. But maybe Monty is too drunk to notice? His knees almost give in, the mix of many alcoholic drinks, that have been shared together tonight, takes his toll on Charlie slowly.
“Good. Cause I need you, too, Charles.”, Monty answers and with one quick pull at Charlie’s shirt they land on the bed.
Minutes later their naked bodies are entangled, Monty’s rough hands caressing Charlie’s spine. His moist breath is hot against Charlie’s cheek, it smells after alcohol, a lot of it actually. Charlie’s dizziness is growing with every second that passes by. His vision becomes blurry, his head is roaring with pain. And yet he keeps on holding on to the other man.
When Monty is finally buried inside his fragile body, Charlie is almost unconscious, his head lolling back and forth while he endures Monty’s fast, hard thrusts. The air is filled with sexual tension, lust and sweat. Then, out of the blue, Charlie forces himself to open his eyes.
Time stands still.
Don. His beautiful, black hair wet from sweat, his lips parted, panting heavily, yet signs of a smile come through, his eyes glitter with desire, he’s propped up on his elbows, looking directly at Charlie.
Charlie reaches out with a hand, it is placed on Don’s cheek, as if to make sure that this is no dream. Softly he pulls Don’s head down until their lips meet in a slow and tender kiss. Don pauses for a moment. Charlie smiles against Don’s mouth, their tongues getting to know each other better and better. He doesn’t want this kiss to end, he wants it to be an everlasting kiss, a moment that belongs to Don and himself only, never interrupted or disturbed. A moment of their own. A secret moment. A moment in which none of them cares about the future or breaking rules. The present is what counts. This very moment.
It’s now that Charlie notices that both of them had come at the same time. He slings his small arms around Don’s neck.
“Don.”
Monty is suddenly wide awake, however, he doesn’t move. He stays like this for a moment, making sure that Charlie is safe. When he hears a rhythmic and calm breathing he knows that the young man has fallen asleep. Only now he carefully pulls out of his younger lover and faces Charlie. Monty runs a finger down his cheeks. Tears.
Monty lies down beside Charlie and watches him sleeping. His finger lazily plays with one of Charlie’s dark curls. He knows that Charlie won’t remember him tomorrow. He will forget his name. He will forget this night. And yet Monty is somehow glad. Better now than later. It would have only hurt more to get to know that Charlie will only love one person in his whole life. A man called Don.
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 097 Writer’s Choice
Pairing: Don/Charlie, Charlie/Monty implied (from the movie 25 Hours)
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 668
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: awesome
Author's Notes: It’s a prequel to Strangers. We learn how Monty met Charlie, why he remembers the young professor and why Charlie doesn’t.
Monty presses his body against Charlie’s smaller one, covering his neck with thousands of passionate kisses. Charlie moans out loud with excitement and thrusts his hips into the other man’s crotch.
“Not so fast, kiddo.”, Monty teases the young professor and wraps his arms around Charlie’s waist, gluing their bodies together. “We’ll come to that later.”
Charlie looks at Monty, seeing the desire in his eyes. His courage leaves him. He can’t tell Monty. It would hurt him too much. So instead he just smiles and slowly starts directing them both to the bedroom of the small hotel room.
It smells like something rotten, it’s not pleasant and doesn’t help Charlie in playing cool. The wallpaper is torn in some places and – no, he won’t look up to the ceiling. He feels so sorry for Monty in this moment, living in such terrible and dreadful conditions. He doesn’t really understand why Monty won’t rent a better place for him to live.
“You’re somewhere completely else right now, aren’t you?”, Monty suddenly says and stops spoiling Charlie’s skin with his tongue.
“Sorry. Just...go on. I need you.” Charlie’s words don’t sound truthful at all, rather rattled down. But maybe Monty is too drunk to notice? His knees almost give in, the mix of many alcoholic drinks, that have been shared together tonight, takes his toll on Charlie slowly.
“Good. Cause I need you, too, Charles.”, Monty answers and with one quick pull at Charlie’s shirt they land on the bed.
Minutes later their naked bodies are entangled, Monty’s rough hands caressing Charlie’s spine. His moist breath is hot against Charlie’s cheek, it smells after alcohol, a lot of it actually. Charlie’s dizziness is growing with every second that passes by. His vision becomes blurry, his head is roaring with pain. And yet he keeps on holding on to the other man.
When Monty is finally buried inside his fragile body, Charlie is almost unconscious, his head lolling back and forth while he endures Monty’s fast, hard thrusts. The air is filled with sexual tension, lust and sweat. Then, out of the blue, Charlie forces himself to open his eyes.
Time stands still.
Don. His beautiful, black hair wet from sweat, his lips parted, panting heavily, yet signs of a smile come through, his eyes glitter with desire, he’s propped up on his elbows, looking directly at Charlie.
Charlie reaches out with a hand, it is placed on Don’s cheek, as if to make sure that this is no dream. Softly he pulls Don’s head down until their lips meet in a slow and tender kiss. Don pauses for a moment. Charlie smiles against Don’s mouth, their tongues getting to know each other better and better. He doesn’t want this kiss to end, he wants it to be an everlasting kiss, a moment that belongs to Don and himself only, never interrupted or disturbed. A moment of their own. A secret moment. A moment in which none of them cares about the future or breaking rules. The present is what counts. This very moment.
It’s now that Charlie notices that both of them had come at the same time. He slings his small arms around Don’s neck.
“Don.”
Monty is suddenly wide awake, however, he doesn’t move. He stays like this for a moment, making sure that Charlie is safe. When he hears a rhythmic and calm breathing he knows that the young man has fallen asleep. Only now he carefully pulls out of his younger lover and faces Charlie. Monty runs a finger down his cheeks. Tears.
Monty lies down beside Charlie and watches him sleeping. His finger lazily plays with one of Charlie’s dark curls. He knows that Charlie won’t remember him tomorrow. He will forget his name. He will forget this night. And yet Monty is somehow glad. Better now than later. It would have only hurt more to get to know that Charlie will only love one person in his whole life. A man called Don.