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Adult ++
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3
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3
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Fix You
Title: Fix You
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (kissing)
Word Count: 1,613 (incl. lyrics)
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Song-FF. Based on Coldplay’s “Fix You”. Don wants to repair their broken relationship and a broken Charlie. The second part, being the sequel to “An Honest Mistake”. And there will be a third. Yes, I told you before that this was a 2-part-story kind of thing, but I couldn’t include the things which I wanted to before. So there will be an extra chapter! Joyful, joyful, yes we are joyful!
Don called in sick for the rest of the week. He felt dreadful. Since Charlie had stormed out of his apartment and his life, Don had been staying in bed. He stopped eating, food got stuck in his throat recently, so he replaced food with liquid. Everything that he had at home, including alcoholic drinks. Don figured he didn’t appear pathetic enough, so he kept on rubbing himself off nearly every few hours. The single thought of Charlie, who had lain so vulnerable and exposed under him, was enough to make him hard. He stopped doing that when he realized that this was in no way a sensible solution to his problem.
He had got what he wanted, he had wanted Charlie. Don swallowed a whole bottle of beer every time he thought of the moment he had kissed Charlie and made him his own. Forced him to do something Charlie never ever would have even considered under normal circumstances. His brother’s tear covered face haunted his mind, he closed his eyes and saw Charlie. Broken. Shattered. Confused. He hadn’t even looked at Don, he had been disgusted, Don could tell. Charlie had found it not worth looking at his brother. Don’s stomach flipped in his body. Panic rose in him, desperation, fear. He had made it worse, he had given into his emotions and needs, had taken what he had wanted. He had destroyed Charlie’s innocence.
Don jumped out of the bed and rushed over to the bathroom. It was almost too late when he finally reached the closet-bowl and emptied his stomach into it. It was almost a miracle that he had enough food in him to throw up so badly. He flushed several times and cleaned his mouth with some water. He sat down hard on the floor, his head resting against the cold bathroom wall. Charlie would never forgive him. He so wanted to talk to Charlie, explain how he truly felt, what had been going on with him in the last few weeks, or was it months, why he had reacted in that kind of way. He sighed out frustrated. Would Charlie even listen to what Don had to say? Don doubted that strongly. Surely Charlie needed space right now, he maybe didn’t want to see Don at all.
Distance. That was the last thing Don needed.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
Don didn’t actually know what he did or how he was even able to do it. He just did. He got into his SUV and drove over to Charlie’s house. He had actually managed to dress in new clothes that didn’t smell of alcohol or painful, desperate sex. This had to end. He didn’t want to lie around doing nothing and wait for Charlie to call or come over. He surely would not do that. Don had to be the responsible brother again, he had to apologize and try to make this brotherly relationship somehow work again, the way it had before.
Don drove fast, almost stumbled out of the car when he had arrived at his destination. He headed immediately for the garage, but when he stepped inside he only could see blackboards covered to the rim with numbers and equations. No Charlie. He entered the house, he didn’t call Charlie’s name out loud, afraid that his brother might run off or lock himself up in his room when he would hear that Don was here. So Don was making no noise as he walked through the house, going downstairs to the cellar eventually, yet still no Charlie. Just blackboards with more numbers, more equations. Nobody seemed to be at home. Don stood in the middle of the living room, when he suddenly heard sounds which apparently came from above. The attic.
Slowly he walked upstairs, the steps under his feet quietly screeching. The nearer he got to the attic door the clearer the sounds became. Rummaging, then clacking, chalk on blackboard, then the sounds stopped. He had reached the attic door which stood slightly ajar so he was able to look through it. He recognized Charlie. He was crying.
Silent sobs escaped his little brother’s lips as he simply stood there, his back towards Don, his hand wrapped tightly around a piece of chalk, head bent forwards, his forehead slightly touching the board. His shoulders were shaking heavily, yet still Don had the impression that Charlie wanted to hide his tears. From whom? Don’s chest hurt with every second that his brother was in pain. He had caused this. This was all his fault. Don shook his head faintly exposing his uncertainty and desperation. A screeching noise made him almost jump. The chalk had broken apart, so strongly had Charlie pressed it against the board. He had fallen to his knees, only now releasing his pain and frustration, his loud crying echoing in the room.
Don couldn’t do it. It was too early. He backed away. A not so clever placed foot stepped on an old piece of wood. The shrill tone revealed his till now secret presence. Charlie immediately looked behind him. He saw Don, and Don saw him. Charlie frantically wiped away his tears and got to his feet. Don didn’t want to watch Charlie’s painful state any longer, he avoided his face, his wet cheeks, his red eyes. There was a moment of complete silence.
“I...shouldn’t have come here.”, Don brought out finally, his voice hoarse and almost a whisper.
He turned his back to Charlie and left the room. He made his way downstairs, his steps quick, eager to leave this building which seemed to be crashing down on him. Don was almost at the door when he realized that he was not alone.
He knew it was Charlie. He didn’t turn around, not wanting to see those hurt eyes again, the tears that were streaming down Charlie’s face.
“You...”, Charlie began in a low voice, husky from crying. “You used me.”
Don felt like someone had punched him in the face. These words hurt.
“You broke me.”, his brother went on.
Don felt the sickness again.
“You hurt me.”
Don got a hold of the wooden post and if he had been able he would have ripped it apart. He didn’t know what to say, what to answer, how was he supposed to reply in a proper way? There was no such thing like decent or politically correct. There was no “maybe” or “could have”. No apology honest enough, no gesture big enough to...to fix this.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
“I love you.”
Don didn’t believe he had just said that. But it had struck him only now that he had not said these three words in the meaningful night. He hadn’t told Charlie all the things he so had been aching to say for so long. All these feelings were still trapped inside of him and which he so wanted to let out. Now he had the chance.
“I adore you. I cannot imagine being without you.”
The grip on the post loosened and his hand fell to his side. He turned around and faced Charlie whose mouth stood slightly open, his eyes big, in shock.
“Yes, I hurt you. There are no words I can say to make your heart whole again. But I want you to know that what I did, I did out of love.”
“Go.”, Charlie suddenly said.
“No, Charlie, listen!”, Don immediately said and approached his brother. “Let me finish!”
“Leave, please.” Charlie’s eyes were focused on a point somewhere near Don’s shoes.
“I understand that you don’t want to see me, I can even understand if you can’t forgive me. I can only repeat the words I have said already-“
“Get out!”, Charlie shouted and made a few steps backwards until he hit the wall.
“I love you, Charlie. I love you.” Don was right in front of the younger man now, he had cornered him. “Please let me show you. Give me a second chance.”
“How can you be so sure that I love you back?”, Charlie’s voice was still loud and angry.
“I know it because otherwise you wouldn’t have kissed me back, you wouldn’t have touched me intimately, you wouldn’t have curled up next to me when we went to sleep. You wouldn’t have followed me right now if you didn’t love me ba-”
The last word was numbed by Charlie’s lips which he pressed now against Don’s. His tongue hungrily searched for the warmth and safety that Don’s mouth would give him. His hands held Don’s head, helped Don tilt it to one then to the other side to gain better access. Charlie felt so good, his body tensed, shivering a little from excitement, thumbs caressing Don’s cheeks while Charlie’s sweet mouth opened up for him. He took his time to explore his little brother’s mouth, tasted Charlie’s need and longing. A moan passed his lips as he felt Charlie’s crotch against his own. They parted slowly.
“Charlie-“
“Don’t.”, the other man interrupted him, laying a finger on Don’s lips.
“But, why now?”, Don asked as he brushed away tears that were forming anew in Charlie’s eyes.
“You were right.”, Charlie answered before both of them fell into fierce kissing again.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (kissing)
Word Count: 1,613 (incl. lyrics)
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Song-FF. Based on Coldplay’s “Fix You”. Don wants to repair their broken relationship and a broken Charlie. The second part, being the sequel to “An Honest Mistake”. And there will be a third. Yes, I told you before that this was a 2-part-story kind of thing, but I couldn’t include the things which I wanted to before. So there will be an extra chapter! Joyful, joyful, yes we are joyful!
Don called in sick for the rest of the week. He felt dreadful. Since Charlie had stormed out of his apartment and his life, Don had been staying in bed. He stopped eating, food got stuck in his throat recently, so he replaced food with liquid. Everything that he had at home, including alcoholic drinks. Don figured he didn’t appear pathetic enough, so he kept on rubbing himself off nearly every few hours. The single thought of Charlie, who had lain so vulnerable and exposed under him, was enough to make him hard. He stopped doing that when he realized that this was in no way a sensible solution to his problem.
He had got what he wanted, he had wanted Charlie. Don swallowed a whole bottle of beer every time he thought of the moment he had kissed Charlie and made him his own. Forced him to do something Charlie never ever would have even considered under normal circumstances. His brother’s tear covered face haunted his mind, he closed his eyes and saw Charlie. Broken. Shattered. Confused. He hadn’t even looked at Don, he had been disgusted, Don could tell. Charlie had found it not worth looking at his brother. Don’s stomach flipped in his body. Panic rose in him, desperation, fear. He had made it worse, he had given into his emotions and needs, had taken what he had wanted. He had destroyed Charlie’s innocence.
Don jumped out of the bed and rushed over to the bathroom. It was almost too late when he finally reached the closet-bowl and emptied his stomach into it. It was almost a miracle that he had enough food in him to throw up so badly. He flushed several times and cleaned his mouth with some water. He sat down hard on the floor, his head resting against the cold bathroom wall. Charlie would never forgive him. He so wanted to talk to Charlie, explain how he truly felt, what had been going on with him in the last few weeks, or was it months, why he had reacted in that kind of way. He sighed out frustrated. Would Charlie even listen to what Don had to say? Don doubted that strongly. Surely Charlie needed space right now, he maybe didn’t want to see Don at all.
Distance. That was the last thing Don needed.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
Don didn’t actually know what he did or how he was even able to do it. He just did. He got into his SUV and drove over to Charlie’s house. He had actually managed to dress in new clothes that didn’t smell of alcohol or painful, desperate sex. This had to end. He didn’t want to lie around doing nothing and wait for Charlie to call or come over. He surely would not do that. Don had to be the responsible brother again, he had to apologize and try to make this brotherly relationship somehow work again, the way it had before.
Don drove fast, almost stumbled out of the car when he had arrived at his destination. He headed immediately for the garage, but when he stepped inside he only could see blackboards covered to the rim with numbers and equations. No Charlie. He entered the house, he didn’t call Charlie’s name out loud, afraid that his brother might run off or lock himself up in his room when he would hear that Don was here. So Don was making no noise as he walked through the house, going downstairs to the cellar eventually, yet still no Charlie. Just blackboards with more numbers, more equations. Nobody seemed to be at home. Don stood in the middle of the living room, when he suddenly heard sounds which apparently came from above. The attic.
Slowly he walked upstairs, the steps under his feet quietly screeching. The nearer he got to the attic door the clearer the sounds became. Rummaging, then clacking, chalk on blackboard, then the sounds stopped. He had reached the attic door which stood slightly ajar so he was able to look through it. He recognized Charlie. He was crying.
Silent sobs escaped his little brother’s lips as he simply stood there, his back towards Don, his hand wrapped tightly around a piece of chalk, head bent forwards, his forehead slightly touching the board. His shoulders were shaking heavily, yet still Don had the impression that Charlie wanted to hide his tears. From whom? Don’s chest hurt with every second that his brother was in pain. He had caused this. This was all his fault. Don shook his head faintly exposing his uncertainty and desperation. A screeching noise made him almost jump. The chalk had broken apart, so strongly had Charlie pressed it against the board. He had fallen to his knees, only now releasing his pain and frustration, his loud crying echoing in the room.
Don couldn’t do it. It was too early. He backed away. A not so clever placed foot stepped on an old piece of wood. The shrill tone revealed his till now secret presence. Charlie immediately looked behind him. He saw Don, and Don saw him. Charlie frantically wiped away his tears and got to his feet. Don didn’t want to watch Charlie’s painful state any longer, he avoided his face, his wet cheeks, his red eyes. There was a moment of complete silence.
“I...shouldn’t have come here.”, Don brought out finally, his voice hoarse and almost a whisper.
He turned his back to Charlie and left the room. He made his way downstairs, his steps quick, eager to leave this building which seemed to be crashing down on him. Don was almost at the door when he realized that he was not alone.
He knew it was Charlie. He didn’t turn around, not wanting to see those hurt eyes again, the tears that were streaming down Charlie’s face.
“You...”, Charlie began in a low voice, husky from crying. “You used me.”
Don felt like someone had punched him in the face. These words hurt.
“You broke me.”, his brother went on.
Don felt the sickness again.
“You hurt me.”
Don got a hold of the wooden post and if he had been able he would have ripped it apart. He didn’t know what to say, what to answer, how was he supposed to reply in a proper way? There was no such thing like decent or politically correct. There was no “maybe” or “could have”. No apology honest enough, no gesture big enough to...to fix this.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
“I love you.”
Don didn’t believe he had just said that. But it had struck him only now that he had not said these three words in the meaningful night. He hadn’t told Charlie all the things he so had been aching to say for so long. All these feelings were still trapped inside of him and which he so wanted to let out. Now he had the chance.
“I adore you. I cannot imagine being without you.”
The grip on the post loosened and his hand fell to his side. He turned around and faced Charlie whose mouth stood slightly open, his eyes big, in shock.
“Yes, I hurt you. There are no words I can say to make your heart whole again. But I want you to know that what I did, I did out of love.”
“Go.”, Charlie suddenly said.
“No, Charlie, listen!”, Don immediately said and approached his brother. “Let me finish!”
“Leave, please.” Charlie’s eyes were focused on a point somewhere near Don’s shoes.
“I understand that you don’t want to see me, I can even understand if you can’t forgive me. I can only repeat the words I have said already-“
“Get out!”, Charlie shouted and made a few steps backwards until he hit the wall.
“I love you, Charlie. I love you.” Don was right in front of the younger man now, he had cornered him. “Please let me show you. Give me a second chance.”
“How can you be so sure that I love you back?”, Charlie’s voice was still loud and angry.
“I know it because otherwise you wouldn’t have kissed me back, you wouldn’t have touched me intimately, you wouldn’t have curled up next to me when we went to sleep. You wouldn’t have followed me right now if you didn’t love me ba-”
The last word was numbed by Charlie’s lips which he pressed now against Don’s. His tongue hungrily searched for the warmth and safety that Don’s mouth would give him. His hands held Don’s head, helped Don tilt it to one then to the other side to gain better access. Charlie felt so good, his body tensed, shivering a little from excitement, thumbs caressing Don’s cheeks while Charlie’s sweet mouth opened up for him. He took his time to explore his little brother’s mouth, tasted Charlie’s need and longing. A moan passed his lips as he felt Charlie’s crotch against his own. They parted slowly.
“Charlie-“
“Don’t.”, the other man interrupted him, laying a finger on Don’s lips.
“But, why now?”, Don asked as he brushed away tears that were forming anew in Charlie’s eyes.
“You were right.”, Charlie answered before both of them fell into fierce kissing again.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you