NUMB3RS Drabbles
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
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7,847
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7
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Honey-Bunny
Title: Honey-Bunny
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 447
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Charlie ate too much. A little story inspired by own experiences with too much Chinese food.
The first thing he smells when Don enters the house is Asian food. The sweet-sour odor tickles his nose extremely, Don guesses Korean or Chinese food. He follows the smell and by doing so he reaches the living room. He breathes out.
The coffee table is packed with white cartons and food sticks, on the floor two bottles of coke decorate the whole view. On the couch, sprawled out, covered with a blanket and eyes closed lies Charlie.
“Hey, buddy, you’re feeling okay?”, Don asks as he approaches his younger brother.
“Oh yeah, really terrific.”, Charlie says, his voice sounding hoarse.
“What the hell happened?” Don shoves some cartons aside and sits down on the table.
“Nothing. I only wanted to eat Chinese again.” His fingers hold on to the blanket as he moans silently.
“Had too much?”, Don mocks and grins.
“Ha ha. Really funny.” Charlie covers his mouth and looks up to the ceiling. He takes deep and slow breaths.
“You think you’re gonna puke?”, Don asks after a moment, cocking his head.
A loud painful moan. “Don’t say that!”
“What? Puke? Or would you rather prefer throw up?”
“Stop it!”
“Or maybe vomit? Emptying one’s stomach?”
“Fuck off, Don! You’re making it worse!”, Charlie fires back angrily before he returns to moaning and groaning again.
Don can’t help but laugh.
“Awwwe, my little honey-bunny is sick.”, Don says, sounding as if he is was talking to a baby or a little child.
This little statement causes Charlie to cover his whole face with the blanket while groaning in annoyance and also pain.
“Oh, come on. You have to get that food out of you! Better now than never!”
Charlie peeks out from under his blanket and looks past Don. A moment of silence.
“You’re sitting in my noodles.”
Don jumps up. “Goddamit, Charlie! You eat like a pig! Look at my trousers!”
He brushes the noodles off his jeans, frowning and looking annoyed. He turns his head towards Charlie again who has closed his eyes. It is only now that Don sees the sweat on his brother’s forehead. He feels it with his palm.
“Charlie, you’re hot!”, Don notices, worry vibrating in his voice.
“Thanks, I knew that already...”,Charlie mumbles still keeping his sense of humor.
“I don’t think it’s the food, Charlie. Come on, let’s get you into bed.”, Don says before he throws the blanket of Charlie, places his arms under Charlie’s spine and knees and starts carrying him upstairs. Charlie’s arms automatically wrap around Don’s neck and his head rests on Don’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Don...”, Charlie mutters exhaustedly, already drifting off into sleep.
“Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll take care of you.”
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 447
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Charlie ate too much. A little story inspired by own experiences with too much Chinese food.
The first thing he smells when Don enters the house is Asian food. The sweet-sour odor tickles his nose extremely, Don guesses Korean or Chinese food. He follows the smell and by doing so he reaches the living room. He breathes out.
The coffee table is packed with white cartons and food sticks, on the floor two bottles of coke decorate the whole view. On the couch, sprawled out, covered with a blanket and eyes closed lies Charlie.
“Hey, buddy, you’re feeling okay?”, Don asks as he approaches his younger brother.
“Oh yeah, really terrific.”, Charlie says, his voice sounding hoarse.
“What the hell happened?” Don shoves some cartons aside and sits down on the table.
“Nothing. I only wanted to eat Chinese again.” His fingers hold on to the blanket as he moans silently.
“Had too much?”, Don mocks and grins.
“Ha ha. Really funny.” Charlie covers his mouth and looks up to the ceiling. He takes deep and slow breaths.
“You think you’re gonna puke?”, Don asks after a moment, cocking his head.
A loud painful moan. “Don’t say that!”
“What? Puke? Or would you rather prefer throw up?”
“Stop it!”
“Or maybe vomit? Emptying one’s stomach?”
“Fuck off, Don! You’re making it worse!”, Charlie fires back angrily before he returns to moaning and groaning again.
Don can’t help but laugh.
“Awwwe, my little honey-bunny is sick.”, Don says, sounding as if he is was talking to a baby or a little child.
This little statement causes Charlie to cover his whole face with the blanket while groaning in annoyance and also pain.
“Oh, come on. You have to get that food out of you! Better now than never!”
Charlie peeks out from under his blanket and looks past Don. A moment of silence.
“You’re sitting in my noodles.”
Don jumps up. “Goddamit, Charlie! You eat like a pig! Look at my trousers!”
He brushes the noodles off his jeans, frowning and looking annoyed. He turns his head towards Charlie again who has closed his eyes. It is only now that Don sees the sweat on his brother’s forehead. He feels it with his palm.
“Charlie, you’re hot!”, Don notices, worry vibrating in his voice.
“Thanks, I knew that already...”,Charlie mumbles still keeping his sense of humor.
“I don’t think it’s the food, Charlie. Come on, let’s get you into bed.”, Don says before he throws the blanket of Charlie, places his arms under Charlie’s spine and knees and starts carrying him upstairs. Charlie’s arms automatically wrap around Don’s neck and his head rests on Don’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Don...”, Charlie mutters exhaustedly, already drifting off into sleep.
“Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll take care of you.”