NUMB3RS Drabbles
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Adult ++
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Why Wait?
Title: Why Wait?
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.119
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome! ^^
Author's Notes: Sequel to Summer In The City. Yes, it is THE one and only Shower Scene! *hehe* So, yes, it is PWP.
Don slides into the bathroom cabinet and under the hot shower. The water is pleasant and invigorating. He doesn’t hear the door open and shut neither does he hear a quiet, blunt sound that would have told him that Charlie has dropped just his clothes. It’s only when the slide door opens that he turns around and stares into those dark hazelnut brown eyes. It’s the need and the desire in them which makes Don gulp not only once.
“Mind if I join you?”, Charlie asks, his voice deep.
Don is only able to shake his head slowly before he feels Charlie’s lips press against his own. He reaches out for Charlie’s hair which is already wet from the rain-like shower that patters down on both men.
Charlie’s need is enormous, his kiss tells more than words, it’s a plea, a sweet silent plea for Don’s nearness and warmth. As they groin their crotches into each other their kissing increases, speed, rhythm, the urge to feel, to lick, to suck becomes unbearable in Charlie. His tongue is the one winning the battle, occupying Don’s mouth more and more, tasting the sweetness within. He’s playing around, teasing, which Don cannot withstand. He shows weakness which he wouldn’t show at work. He whimpers. He’s the one begging now.
Charlie smiles against Don’s lips and lets his tongue wander southwards, nibbling his way down Don’s collarbone to his neck. His hands have a tight grip on Don’s sharply formed hips. Don breathes heavily and buries his face in his brother’s shoulder, biting it slightly.
“Stop...it...”, he pants between Charlie’s kisses.
“No way.”, Charlie replies. His head goes up and his eyes meet Don’s. Cheeky and fresh they watch Don’s needy expression.
“Fucking...tease...you are...”, Don says and runs a hand through his hair.
Charlie only grins as his hands suddenly dig stronger into Don’s hips. He has to put force into this action, Don doesn’t really seem to want to. But he doesn’t care right now. Don had his share. Now it was Charlie’s turn to be aggressive, to be provocative, to be on top. Finally he manages to turn Don around, he leans against one wall, his perfectly formed arse will now get all the attention it deserves.
“You’re really going to fuck me, are you?”, Don asks, insecurity is clearly vibrating in his voice.
Charlie’s chin rests on Don’s shoulder as he hushes a “Yes” into his brother’s ear. His tongue fools around with the earlobe a bit before Charlie focuses on preparing Don properly. No lube within reach he seizes the shower gel. He squeezes a lot of it into his open palm, yet his chest still seems to be glued to Don’s back. As he covers his hands and length with the slippery gel he at the same time lets his cock circle around Don’s ass. Don moans, whimpers, almost whines, hushed incoherent words escaping his throat. His eyes are closed, his hands tightly pressed against the glass wall as he tries to endure Charlie’s teasing.
When Don feels Charlie’s finger pressing against his entrance he almost screams out loud. The excitement is too great to stay calm any longer. One hands reaches behind him and gets a hold of Charlie’s waist pressing it into Don’s spine. Charlie understands this sign and yet... He wants to play. Maybe Don is the kind of guy who wants it fast and hard, but Charlie is not. He like it slow and teasing. Especially when he has got the chance to penetrate Don a little bit he isn’t going to let this possibility slip through his fingers. He pushes a finger inside and leaves it there for a while. Then a second and a third finger is added which explore the new territory. He scissors them and pushes in as far as possible eventually reaching Don’s sweet spot. One touch and Don arches into Charlie’s crotch.
“Bastard...”, Don says between gritted teeth.
Charlie’s answer is simple yet easing. He kisses Don’s neck, nibbles the spot where hair meets neck and licks his way to Don’s shoulders, sending a shiver down Don’s skin. Unexpectedly Charlie pulls out and replaces his fingers with his achingly hard cock. As Don’s tightness closes around Charlie he is already able to come, yet he suppresses it. He wants to stay as long as possible inside of Don. The first stroke is slow and careful, he pulls out nearly completely before he dives into Don’s body again. Charlie’s breath is a single struggle for air. His body is pressed securely against Don’s spine, his hands close around Don’s chest and shoulders.
Entangled like this they both want to stay forever. Immovable, united, melted into one another. It’s the intimacy that captures both men’s hearts and souls, and lets them breathe smoothly and regularly. The sigh out each other’s names, the tones of their voices making clear the love and desire. There isn’t any need to add more or to speak it out in a different way. It’s their names that count, and only that.
Charlie know now why Don is always finished so quickly. It’s hard for Charlie himself to keep his patience and self-control. Don’s skin on his own, him inside of Don, Don all around him, the water that prickles his skin, that wets his hair and Don’s, that makes Don look so adorably sexy. He starts moving, unable to withstand Don’s nearness. Five fast, hard strokes, that’s all it takes, to send both men over the edge, Charlie spreading his seed in Don’s body, while Don’s cum is now visible on the glass wall.
Charlie pulls out and at once Don turns around. His eyes lock with Charlie’s and they tilt their head to the side as they share a tender, gentle kiss.
“And how am I supposed to top that, huh, Charles?”, Don asks with a playfully helpless expression on his face.
Charlie shudders at the sound of his – as he thinks very firm sounding – first name coming out of Don’s mouth.
“Well, you could stop calling me like that.”, he then answers. “And about that other thing? I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”
With that he gives Don a quick kiss and heads out of the bathroom. When Don follows Charlie a few moments later he is alone in his room. He starts dressing up for work, at the end checking whether he has everything with him. He halts as he realizes that something is missing. He already wants to start searching when he is blinded by light reflecting on something that is lying on the bed. He grins freshly as he recognizes the object.
Weird. How did his handcuffs get there?
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.119
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome! ^^
Author's Notes: Sequel to Summer In The City. Yes, it is THE one and only Shower Scene! *hehe* So, yes, it is PWP.
Don slides into the bathroom cabinet and under the hot shower. The water is pleasant and invigorating. He doesn’t hear the door open and shut neither does he hear a quiet, blunt sound that would have told him that Charlie has dropped just his clothes. It’s only when the slide door opens that he turns around and stares into those dark hazelnut brown eyes. It’s the need and the desire in them which makes Don gulp not only once.
“Mind if I join you?”, Charlie asks, his voice deep.
Don is only able to shake his head slowly before he feels Charlie’s lips press against his own. He reaches out for Charlie’s hair which is already wet from the rain-like shower that patters down on both men.
Charlie’s need is enormous, his kiss tells more than words, it’s a plea, a sweet silent plea for Don’s nearness and warmth. As they groin their crotches into each other their kissing increases, speed, rhythm, the urge to feel, to lick, to suck becomes unbearable in Charlie. His tongue is the one winning the battle, occupying Don’s mouth more and more, tasting the sweetness within. He’s playing around, teasing, which Don cannot withstand. He shows weakness which he wouldn’t show at work. He whimpers. He’s the one begging now.
Charlie smiles against Don’s lips and lets his tongue wander southwards, nibbling his way down Don’s collarbone to his neck. His hands have a tight grip on Don’s sharply formed hips. Don breathes heavily and buries his face in his brother’s shoulder, biting it slightly.
“Stop...it...”, he pants between Charlie’s kisses.
“No way.”, Charlie replies. His head goes up and his eyes meet Don’s. Cheeky and fresh they watch Don’s needy expression.
“Fucking...tease...you are...”, Don says and runs a hand through his hair.
Charlie only grins as his hands suddenly dig stronger into Don’s hips. He has to put force into this action, Don doesn’t really seem to want to. But he doesn’t care right now. Don had his share. Now it was Charlie’s turn to be aggressive, to be provocative, to be on top. Finally he manages to turn Don around, he leans against one wall, his perfectly formed arse will now get all the attention it deserves.
“You’re really going to fuck me, are you?”, Don asks, insecurity is clearly vibrating in his voice.
Charlie’s chin rests on Don’s shoulder as he hushes a “Yes” into his brother’s ear. His tongue fools around with the earlobe a bit before Charlie focuses on preparing Don properly. No lube within reach he seizes the shower gel. He squeezes a lot of it into his open palm, yet his chest still seems to be glued to Don’s back. As he covers his hands and length with the slippery gel he at the same time lets his cock circle around Don’s ass. Don moans, whimpers, almost whines, hushed incoherent words escaping his throat. His eyes are closed, his hands tightly pressed against the glass wall as he tries to endure Charlie’s teasing.
When Don feels Charlie’s finger pressing against his entrance he almost screams out loud. The excitement is too great to stay calm any longer. One hands reaches behind him and gets a hold of Charlie’s waist pressing it into Don’s spine. Charlie understands this sign and yet... He wants to play. Maybe Don is the kind of guy who wants it fast and hard, but Charlie is not. He like it slow and teasing. Especially when he has got the chance to penetrate Don a little bit he isn’t going to let this possibility slip through his fingers. He pushes a finger inside and leaves it there for a while. Then a second and a third finger is added which explore the new territory. He scissors them and pushes in as far as possible eventually reaching Don’s sweet spot. One touch and Don arches into Charlie’s crotch.
“Bastard...”, Don says between gritted teeth.
Charlie’s answer is simple yet easing. He kisses Don’s neck, nibbles the spot where hair meets neck and licks his way to Don’s shoulders, sending a shiver down Don’s skin. Unexpectedly Charlie pulls out and replaces his fingers with his achingly hard cock. As Don’s tightness closes around Charlie he is already able to come, yet he suppresses it. He wants to stay as long as possible inside of Don. The first stroke is slow and careful, he pulls out nearly completely before he dives into Don’s body again. Charlie’s breath is a single struggle for air. His body is pressed securely against Don’s spine, his hands close around Don’s chest and shoulders.
Entangled like this they both want to stay forever. Immovable, united, melted into one another. It’s the intimacy that captures both men’s hearts and souls, and lets them breathe smoothly and regularly. The sigh out each other’s names, the tones of their voices making clear the love and desire. There isn’t any need to add more or to speak it out in a different way. It’s their names that count, and only that.
Charlie know now why Don is always finished so quickly. It’s hard for Charlie himself to keep his patience and self-control. Don’s skin on his own, him inside of Don, Don all around him, the water that prickles his skin, that wets his hair and Don’s, that makes Don look so adorably sexy. He starts moving, unable to withstand Don’s nearness. Five fast, hard strokes, that’s all it takes, to send both men over the edge, Charlie spreading his seed in Don’s body, while Don’s cum is now visible on the glass wall.
Charlie pulls out and at once Don turns around. His eyes lock with Charlie’s and they tilt their head to the side as they share a tender, gentle kiss.
“And how am I supposed to top that, huh, Charles?”, Don asks with a playfully helpless expression on his face.
Charlie shudders at the sound of his – as he thinks very firm sounding – first name coming out of Don’s mouth.
“Well, you could stop calling me like that.”, he then answers. “And about that other thing? I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”
With that he gives Don a quick kiss and heads out of the bathroom. When Don follows Charlie a few moments later he is alone in his room. He starts dressing up for work, at the end checking whether he has everything with him. He halts as he realizes that something is missing. He already wants to start searching when he is blinded by light reflecting on something that is lying on the bed. He grins freshly as he recognizes the object.
Weird. How did his handcuffs get there?