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Merry Christmas
Title: Merry Christmas
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 057 Christmas
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1110
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Spending Christmas Eve together. Fluff and Pr0n in one! Hehe. Enjoy. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
“You sure you want no more turkey?”, Don asks Charlie who has occupied the couch, his head resting in Don’s lap.
“No, thanks. I am stuffed. One more bite and I’m gonna be sick.”, he answers then and stretches his legs and arms.
Don makes a deep breath which hints at his full stomach.
“That was good. Really, really good.”, Charlie says after a while. “You should order more often from Paulie’s Poultry Paradise.” He grins.
“Yep, I’ll think about that.” Don grins back yet not in the same way Charlie did. His smile is more seductive. He smacks several times indicating that he still is hungry.
“Don’t tell me you want to eat more.”, Charlie asks unbelievably and looks up, meeting Don’s eyes.
“Mmmhhh, I would really like some dessert now.”, Don purrs. He strokes Charlie’s hair, his fingers playing with the black curls.
“I think you will like my present.”, Don suddenly says.
“No, don’t even start. I don’t wanna hear!”, Charlie bursts out and puts a hand on Don’s lips to stop him from talking.
But apparently this doesn’t seem to bother Don. Instead he places a soft kiss on Charlie’s palm. He tilts his head to the side and starts kissing his way up to Charlie’s fingers, eventually reaching the ring finger’s tip. He takes it into his mouth and begins to suck on it. Charlie’s eyes widen at that.
“You want me stop?”, Don asks right in the middle of caressing Charlie’s hand.
“No...” It’s a whisper mixed with a gulp.
Hearing that Don smirks and lets his one hand slide down to Charlie’s crotch. Charlie breathes in sharply and lets his hand fall down at once which is Don’s chance to kiss Charlie finally. At first nibbling at his upper lip he slowly enters Charlie’s warm mouth, immediately searching the other man’s tongue, playing with it. Focusing completely on Charlie’s mouth, however Don doesn’t forget to rub Charlie’s crotch more intensively, the fiercer their kisses get, the faster his hand works until he feels Charlie arching underneath his palm, moaning into Don’s mouth.
“More?”, Don asks after having ended a long and passionate kiss.
The only thing Charlie is able to do is nod, his short and fast breaths filling the room. They’re re-arranging themselves on the couch, Don lying on top, his arms wrapped tightly around Charlie’s fragile body. He takes Charlie’s hand, entangling their fingers while again kissing his younger brother. Don’s other hand is cupping Charlie’s chin, a thumb circling around on his cheek.
After what seems an eternity they start undressing themselves. Shirts unbuttoned they finally feel each other’s skin, the pieces of cloth are thrown later into a corner. Don fumbles with Charlie zipper and vis-à-vis, and yet their mouths are glued to each other, parting only to catch breath again.
Don is the one to end the wild dance of tongues as he licks and bites his way down to Charlie’s left nipple, right nipple, belly and at last the fine line of hair that guides Dons mouth down to the young man’s hard erection. Letting his tongue quickly run over Charlie’s cock, Don takes the tip into his mouth. Sweet sin. It tastes amazing, like a candy, a lollipop, therefore Don sucks it as if it was one, yet not increasing or decreasing the tempo. Long, slow movements.
Excitement is rising in both men, Charlie demonstrating it by arching and thrusting helplessly into Don’s mouth, filling him completely with his length, Don holding on to Charlie’s hips, digging his fingers into the delicate flesh. Then he stops which at once makes Charlie whimper, he complains silently about the sudden loss of warmth and wetness.
But Don just smiles and licks his lips seductively. He gets rid of his and Charlie’s jeans and shorts. Charlie is watching him curiously, he has never seen his brother and lover so excited. Don gives Charlie a quick kiss on the lips before he disappears for a moment in the bathroom, and returns seconds later with a bottle of lube. Again he sits down on Charlie’s thighs, then squeezes some lube on his hands and warms it up by rubbing his hands against each other before he finally coats Charlie’s cock with it.
The touch of Don’s hand on Charlie’s cock frees more and more feelings, sealed inside Charlie. Moaning with excitement he clasps his hands over his face in desperation and impatience. He knows now what Don has in mind.
“Don’t you wanna look?”, Don suddenly says which catches Charlie’s attention again.
He opens his eyes and can’t believe what he’s seeing. Don’s lube drenched fingers disappear in his own entrance. Don lets out a groan when he stretches himself, preparing himself, touching himself.
“You know what I think right now?”, he asks, voice hoarse and deep. “I’m imagining it’s you.”
Charlie gulps. The second time tonight. Unable to speak he keeps on watching Don, his beautiful Don, his lover. Don’s eyes lock with Charlie’s as he pulls out his fingers, positions himself above Charlie’s length and slowly slides down. A shudder goes through both men’s bodies, the sensation of the event overwhelming them totally. It feels new, unusual, but so good.
Instantly Don begins to rock up and down, Charlie corresponding to this rhythm, grabbing Don’s hips. Don’s hands are on Charlie’s chest, seeking support. Charlie’s eyes are burning with sweat getting into his eyes. But he doesn’t care. He sees Don. Just Don. His eyes are wide open, looking down on Charlie, his lips are slightly parted, occasionally his tongue comes out to wet the dry lips. Don’s body shines with sexy sweat, his body is hot and tensed. Charlie reaches out, grabs Don’s neck and pulls him towards his face. His lips collide with Don’s in a sensational kiss.
The speed of the thrusts increases signalizing that both men are about to come any moment. While the kiss gets deeper and fiercer, Charlie is able to wrap his hand around Don’s cock, pumping and stroking in the same rhythm. It’s the moment they come, both at the same time. Don’s cum spreads itself on Charlie’s belly and chest, while Charlie seems to come endlessly in Don’s body.
They lie still. No movement. Just panting, heavy, fast panting. Exhausted eyes. Entangled bodies.
Though Don is tired and the aftermaths of his climax make his blood still flow very fast in his veins, he is able to speak. It’s just a whisper and Charlie can hardly hear it, but it’s there. And even if Charlie was deaf right now he would still be able to hear Don’s words.
“Merry Christmas.”
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 057 Christmas
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1110
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Spending Christmas Eve together. Fluff and Pr0n in one! Hehe. Enjoy. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
“You sure you want no more turkey?”, Don asks Charlie who has occupied the couch, his head resting in Don’s lap.
“No, thanks. I am stuffed. One more bite and I’m gonna be sick.”, he answers then and stretches his legs and arms.
Don makes a deep breath which hints at his full stomach.
“That was good. Really, really good.”, Charlie says after a while. “You should order more often from Paulie’s Poultry Paradise.” He grins.
“Yep, I’ll think about that.” Don grins back yet not in the same way Charlie did. His smile is more seductive. He smacks several times indicating that he still is hungry.
“Don’t tell me you want to eat more.”, Charlie asks unbelievably and looks up, meeting Don’s eyes.
“Mmmhhh, I would really like some dessert now.”, Don purrs. He strokes Charlie’s hair, his fingers playing with the black curls.
“I think you will like my present.”, Don suddenly says.
“No, don’t even start. I don’t wanna hear!”, Charlie bursts out and puts a hand on Don’s lips to stop him from talking.
But apparently this doesn’t seem to bother Don. Instead he places a soft kiss on Charlie’s palm. He tilts his head to the side and starts kissing his way up to Charlie’s fingers, eventually reaching the ring finger’s tip. He takes it into his mouth and begins to suck on it. Charlie’s eyes widen at that.
“You want me stop?”, Don asks right in the middle of caressing Charlie’s hand.
“No...” It’s a whisper mixed with a gulp.
Hearing that Don smirks and lets his one hand slide down to Charlie’s crotch. Charlie breathes in sharply and lets his hand fall down at once which is Don’s chance to kiss Charlie finally. At first nibbling at his upper lip he slowly enters Charlie’s warm mouth, immediately searching the other man’s tongue, playing with it. Focusing completely on Charlie’s mouth, however Don doesn’t forget to rub Charlie’s crotch more intensively, the fiercer their kisses get, the faster his hand works until he feels Charlie arching underneath his palm, moaning into Don’s mouth.
“More?”, Don asks after having ended a long and passionate kiss.
The only thing Charlie is able to do is nod, his short and fast breaths filling the room. They’re re-arranging themselves on the couch, Don lying on top, his arms wrapped tightly around Charlie’s fragile body. He takes Charlie’s hand, entangling their fingers while again kissing his younger brother. Don’s other hand is cupping Charlie’s chin, a thumb circling around on his cheek.
After what seems an eternity they start undressing themselves. Shirts unbuttoned they finally feel each other’s skin, the pieces of cloth are thrown later into a corner. Don fumbles with Charlie zipper and vis-à-vis, and yet their mouths are glued to each other, parting only to catch breath again.
Don is the one to end the wild dance of tongues as he licks and bites his way down to Charlie’s left nipple, right nipple, belly and at last the fine line of hair that guides Dons mouth down to the young man’s hard erection. Letting his tongue quickly run over Charlie’s cock, Don takes the tip into his mouth. Sweet sin. It tastes amazing, like a candy, a lollipop, therefore Don sucks it as if it was one, yet not increasing or decreasing the tempo. Long, slow movements.
Excitement is rising in both men, Charlie demonstrating it by arching and thrusting helplessly into Don’s mouth, filling him completely with his length, Don holding on to Charlie’s hips, digging his fingers into the delicate flesh. Then he stops which at once makes Charlie whimper, he complains silently about the sudden loss of warmth and wetness.
But Don just smiles and licks his lips seductively. He gets rid of his and Charlie’s jeans and shorts. Charlie is watching him curiously, he has never seen his brother and lover so excited. Don gives Charlie a quick kiss on the lips before he disappears for a moment in the bathroom, and returns seconds later with a bottle of lube. Again he sits down on Charlie’s thighs, then squeezes some lube on his hands and warms it up by rubbing his hands against each other before he finally coats Charlie’s cock with it.
The touch of Don’s hand on Charlie’s cock frees more and more feelings, sealed inside Charlie. Moaning with excitement he clasps his hands over his face in desperation and impatience. He knows now what Don has in mind.
“Don’t you wanna look?”, Don suddenly says which catches Charlie’s attention again.
He opens his eyes and can’t believe what he’s seeing. Don’s lube drenched fingers disappear in his own entrance. Don lets out a groan when he stretches himself, preparing himself, touching himself.
“You know what I think right now?”, he asks, voice hoarse and deep. “I’m imagining it’s you.”
Charlie gulps. The second time tonight. Unable to speak he keeps on watching Don, his beautiful Don, his lover. Don’s eyes lock with Charlie’s as he pulls out his fingers, positions himself above Charlie’s length and slowly slides down. A shudder goes through both men’s bodies, the sensation of the event overwhelming them totally. It feels new, unusual, but so good.
Instantly Don begins to rock up and down, Charlie corresponding to this rhythm, grabbing Don’s hips. Don’s hands are on Charlie’s chest, seeking support. Charlie’s eyes are burning with sweat getting into his eyes. But he doesn’t care. He sees Don. Just Don. His eyes are wide open, looking down on Charlie, his lips are slightly parted, occasionally his tongue comes out to wet the dry lips. Don’s body shines with sexy sweat, his body is hot and tensed. Charlie reaches out, grabs Don’s neck and pulls him towards his face. His lips collide with Don’s in a sensational kiss.
The speed of the thrusts increases signalizing that both men are about to come any moment. While the kiss gets deeper and fiercer, Charlie is able to wrap his hand around Don’s cock, pumping and stroking in the same rhythm. It’s the moment they come, both at the same time. Don’s cum spreads itself on Charlie’s belly and chest, while Charlie seems to come endlessly in Don’s body.
They lie still. No movement. Just panting, heavy, fast panting. Exhausted eyes. Entangled bodies.
Though Don is tired and the aftermaths of his climax make his blood still flow very fast in his veins, he is able to speak. It’s just a whisper and Charlie can hardly hear it, but it’s there. And even if Charlie was deaf right now he would still be able to hear Don’s words.
“Merry Christmas.”