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Here?
Title: Here?
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 083 Home
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,651
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Warning: BDSM
Author's Notes: Yes, here. And in cuffs. XD Finally the 3rd part of the PWP series, as I like to call it. I wanted something different, not the cliché bed scene. No. This time it’s somewhere else... Read and find out!
“Oh, Charlie, could you please sit in the backseat this time? I spilled some water over the front seat and now it’s really wet.”, Don explains before Charlie is even able to reach for the handle of the car door.
“Oh, okay.”, Charlie answers and hops into the backseat. He slides his schoolbag from his shoulder and arranges it on the seat next to him.
“So, how was your lecture today?”, Don begins the small talk.
“All right, I guess. Dad visited me for lunch.” Charlie paused. “You got a new case?”
“No, everything’s fine.”
Don licks his lips and clears his throat. He’s nervous like a student before his final exam. He isn’t sure whether Charlie recognizes the tension in the car. He takes a quick look in the rear-view mirror. Charlie is looking innocently out of the window, a small smile on his lips. Don relaxes at that, smiling, too. He concentrates on driving again. Charlie always smiles when he is comfortable, especially when Don is with him, and also vis-à-vis.
“Hey! Where are you going? Thought we were going home for dinner?”, Charlie suddenly cries out.
Don doesn’t react but keeps on driving up the hill.
“Don! Where are you taking us? Turn around, you’re going the wrong way!”
Don still doesn’t say a thing but instead he comes to a halt on a little deserted parking lot with bushes and trees surrounding it. Next thing he does is he pulls out his mobile phone and dials a phone number.
“Dad? It’s Don! Listen, just wanted to tell you that Charlie is sleeping over at my apartment tonight. I got this case I have to take him a look at.” A little pause. “Yeah, we’re kinda stuck again.” Don laughs lightly. “Okay, just wanted to let you know. Okay, g’night Dad!”
He shuts his cell phone.
“What was that all about?”, Charlie almost shouts, leaning forward so he can look at Don properly.
Don just grins at him, gets out of the car, throws Charlie’s schoolbag on the front seat and sits down next to a confused Charlie.
“Bet I can top your little action from yesterday?”, he purrs and leans forward to kiss Charlie hard on the mouth. Charlie kisses back, though still insecure and confused.
“I don’t doubt that. I’m just curious how you’re gonna do that?”
The answer is a rattle of Don’s handcuffs.
“Here?”, Charlie asks in disbelief.
“Mmmhhh.”, Don replies with a nod as he slides down Charlie’s jacket and then frees him of his shirt. Then, with one quick move, Charlie’s hands are pinned behind his back and Charlie is being handcuffed.
“You have the right to stay silent.”, Don whispers into Charlie’s ear, which sends down a shiver Charlie’s spine. “And you have the right to kiss, moan and whimper.”
Don’s not even finished with the sentence when he feels Charlie’s lips on his neck, nibbling and licking. Don tries to stay silent, he has the control today, he won’t show weakness. He quickly pulls back, locking his eyes with Charlie, whose lips are a bit swollen. Don’s blood is rushing trough his veins, he feels his temperature rising.
“It’s getting hot in here.”, Don remarks and smiles seductively.
“So take off all your clothes?”, Charlie suggests and grins back.
Don is so quickly on him again, that Charlie almost falls back too fast. But Don catches him, he won’t allow Charlie’s head to collide with the door. He shifts so that one knee is pressing against Charlie’s crotch.
“Think you’re clever, huh?”, Don murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.
“Yes, in fact, I do.”, Charlie answers cheekily before Don’s tongue is inside his mouth again, whirling around, claiming it and tasting Charlie.
“God, how I adore your kisses.”, Don suddenly moans out silently. “Your mouth, so perfect.” Don’s kiss is getting fiercer and wilder. “Your tongue...driving me nuts.”
Charlie can’t hold up with Don’s speed, he shifts a bit, this position getting a bit uncomfortable. Don notices this and sits up, pulling Charlie with him.
“Kiss me, Charlie.”, Don orders.
Charlie would have never thought that this behavior of Don’s can really turn him on. Don was so possessive and dominant. Obediently he presses his lips against Don’s, slowly working his way inside of Don’s mouth. When their tongues finally meet again it’s like an explosion set free in Charlie. The heat that both bodies produce has steamed up the windows, making it almost impossible for someone to watch their erotic game. As the kiss becomes more passionate Charlie’s urge to touch Don is getting more and more unbearable. He starts whimpering silently.
“What is it, Charlie?”, Don mutters against Charlie’s lips.
“Touch you... please?”, Charlie answers, his words mingled with panting.
Don laughs lightly, his breath warm and moist on Charlie’s skin.
“Gotta earn it first...”, he then replies, getting out of his jacket, after that fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, revealing finally more skin for Charlie to feast on.
Charlie’s expression is longing, but also hints of impatience can be seen. Don leans back as he lets Charlie first rearranging his position so he is kneeling on the seat now, then starting to lick and kiss his chest. Don glides his fingers and hands around Charlie’s back, giving him some support so he won’t tip over, kissing Charlie’s neck occasionally. When Charlie reaches Don’s nipples and runs his tongue around it slightly, Don arches up into the touch.
“God, Charlie, keep going...”, Don moans, voice hoarse from ecstasy. His jeans are getting so tight, so his hands move further down, past Charlie’s head, his lips still busy with Don’s nipple. He unbuttons the jeans, pulls the zipper down and at last frees his hard cock.
“Charlie,...”, he repeats and for a moment their eyes meet.
“I’ll handle it, Don, don’t worry.”, Charlie says before diving down, letting his tongue at first run down and then up Don’s length. Don sucks in air very fast, reaching out for something to hold on to until he gets a hold of Charlie’s spine. Support. Smooth support. Charlie’s skin is hot, covered with sweat drops here and there. Then his finger suddenly dig into that sensitive skin underneath his hand and a - failed to suppress moan - passes his lips. Charlie has just taken Don fully into his mouth. Don’s head lolls back, eyes half-closed, lips parted. What a feelin’. Yet Charlie won’t suck, won’t move, won’t do anything at all. Don’s cock is still wrapped in the warmth of Charlie’s mouth, but that is it.
“Charlie, come on...Do something!”, Don almost orders impatiently.
No reaction.
“Charlie! I won’t beg you if that’s what you want!”, Don complains, yet is unable to shift or move. This position is torturing, yet also unbelievingly sensational. It wouldn’t take long to reach his climax with Charlie around him.
Surprisingly enough, however, Charlie let’s Don’s cock slip from his mouth.
“Then you won’t get what you want.”, he teases and grins freshly.
“Little bastard...”, Don manages to say under heavy breathing. This has been tough. Don’s plan somehow doesn’t work out, alright then, plan B. Don sits up, so he faces Charlie, his eyes glaring at the younger man in front him.
“I could leave you like that, you know? Cuffed forever. My property forever. Could do to you whatever I want.”
Don’s voice is shockingly threatening, maybe even unintentionally, but Charlie is a bit startled, whether Don means what he’s saying or whether this is just some kind of cruel joke. Yet the idea of being Don’s property is amazingly erotic, Charlie doesn’t know exactly why. His breathing rhythm gets thrown apart again, speeding up.
“What? Do I turn you on, Charles?”, Don says, knowing too well that Charlie doesn’t like the sound of his first name.
Charlie, however, doesn’t move; he is immobilized by the single thought of Don taking over control completely, he imagines what it’s like to be the victim while Don would be dominating the scene. What if he struggled? Would Don use cuffs, a scarf to keep him from wriggling around? But the most important question was whether he could tell Don what is on his mind.
“You know what, geek?”, Don finally continues. “I should punish you. Badly. For being so naughty. For not following my orders.”
Don changes his sitting position, so Charlie can see exactly what Don is doing. He wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking while the other hand plays with one of his own nipples.
“Don...Please...”, Charlie whimpers, unable to free his hands and replace Don’s hand with his own.
“What, Charles? You like what you see?”, Don asks, his voice like a thunder in the small space of the car. He starts stroking faster and harder until he finally comes in several streams in his own hand.
“I so wanted it to be your mouth, Charles.”, he admits before kissing Charlie hard on the mouth. “But I won’t beg tonight.” He approaches the younger man once more, trying to kiss him, but this time Charlie pulls back the best he can, falling heavy against the window.
“Charlie?”, Don immediately changes the tone of his voice, which sounds like the worried lover again. “Something wrong?”
Charlie’s expression is new to Don, well, he has only seen it when Charlie was afraid or feeling uncomfortable, but never when being together intimately. He would have never guessed that this whole scenario has been so tough for Charlie.
“I’m sorry, Charlie, I shouldn’t have been so...fierce.”
“No, it’s not that.”, Charlie interrupts him. “What would you say if I told you that I liked the way you’ve been treating me? What would you say when I asked you to be...fiercer?”
Don just looks at Charlie, not understanding at all.
“Charlie, what are you saying?”
“Drive us home and I’ll tell you then.”
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 083 Home
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,651
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Warning: BDSM
Author's Notes: Yes, here. And in cuffs. XD Finally the 3rd part of the PWP series, as I like to call it. I wanted something different, not the cliché bed scene. No. This time it’s somewhere else... Read and find out!
“Oh, Charlie, could you please sit in the backseat this time? I spilled some water over the front seat and now it’s really wet.”, Don explains before Charlie is even able to reach for the handle of the car door.
“Oh, okay.”, Charlie answers and hops into the backseat. He slides his schoolbag from his shoulder and arranges it on the seat next to him.
“So, how was your lecture today?”, Don begins the small talk.
“All right, I guess. Dad visited me for lunch.” Charlie paused. “You got a new case?”
“No, everything’s fine.”
Don licks his lips and clears his throat. He’s nervous like a student before his final exam. He isn’t sure whether Charlie recognizes the tension in the car. He takes a quick look in the rear-view mirror. Charlie is looking innocently out of the window, a small smile on his lips. Don relaxes at that, smiling, too. He concentrates on driving again. Charlie always smiles when he is comfortable, especially when Don is with him, and also vis-à-vis.
“Hey! Where are you going? Thought we were going home for dinner?”, Charlie suddenly cries out.
Don doesn’t react but keeps on driving up the hill.
“Don! Where are you taking us? Turn around, you’re going the wrong way!”
Don still doesn’t say a thing but instead he comes to a halt on a little deserted parking lot with bushes and trees surrounding it. Next thing he does is he pulls out his mobile phone and dials a phone number.
“Dad? It’s Don! Listen, just wanted to tell you that Charlie is sleeping over at my apartment tonight. I got this case I have to take him a look at.” A little pause. “Yeah, we’re kinda stuck again.” Don laughs lightly. “Okay, just wanted to let you know. Okay, g’night Dad!”
He shuts his cell phone.
“What was that all about?”, Charlie almost shouts, leaning forward so he can look at Don properly.
Don just grins at him, gets out of the car, throws Charlie’s schoolbag on the front seat and sits down next to a confused Charlie.
“Bet I can top your little action from yesterday?”, he purrs and leans forward to kiss Charlie hard on the mouth. Charlie kisses back, though still insecure and confused.
“I don’t doubt that. I’m just curious how you’re gonna do that?”
The answer is a rattle of Don’s handcuffs.
“Here?”, Charlie asks in disbelief.
“Mmmhhh.”, Don replies with a nod as he slides down Charlie’s jacket and then frees him of his shirt. Then, with one quick move, Charlie’s hands are pinned behind his back and Charlie is being handcuffed.
“You have the right to stay silent.”, Don whispers into Charlie’s ear, which sends down a shiver Charlie’s spine. “And you have the right to kiss, moan and whimper.”
Don’s not even finished with the sentence when he feels Charlie’s lips on his neck, nibbling and licking. Don tries to stay silent, he has the control today, he won’t show weakness. He quickly pulls back, locking his eyes with Charlie, whose lips are a bit swollen. Don’s blood is rushing trough his veins, he feels his temperature rising.
“It’s getting hot in here.”, Don remarks and smiles seductively.
“So take off all your clothes?”, Charlie suggests and grins back.
Don is so quickly on him again, that Charlie almost falls back too fast. But Don catches him, he won’t allow Charlie’s head to collide with the door. He shifts so that one knee is pressing against Charlie’s crotch.
“Think you’re clever, huh?”, Don murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.
“Yes, in fact, I do.”, Charlie answers cheekily before Don’s tongue is inside his mouth again, whirling around, claiming it and tasting Charlie.
“God, how I adore your kisses.”, Don suddenly moans out silently. “Your mouth, so perfect.” Don’s kiss is getting fiercer and wilder. “Your tongue...driving me nuts.”
Charlie can’t hold up with Don’s speed, he shifts a bit, this position getting a bit uncomfortable. Don notices this and sits up, pulling Charlie with him.
“Kiss me, Charlie.”, Don orders.
Charlie would have never thought that this behavior of Don’s can really turn him on. Don was so possessive and dominant. Obediently he presses his lips against Don’s, slowly working his way inside of Don’s mouth. When their tongues finally meet again it’s like an explosion set free in Charlie. The heat that both bodies produce has steamed up the windows, making it almost impossible for someone to watch their erotic game. As the kiss becomes more passionate Charlie’s urge to touch Don is getting more and more unbearable. He starts whimpering silently.
“What is it, Charlie?”, Don mutters against Charlie’s lips.
“Touch you... please?”, Charlie answers, his words mingled with panting.
Don laughs lightly, his breath warm and moist on Charlie’s skin.
“Gotta earn it first...”, he then replies, getting out of his jacket, after that fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, revealing finally more skin for Charlie to feast on.
Charlie’s expression is longing, but also hints of impatience can be seen. Don leans back as he lets Charlie first rearranging his position so he is kneeling on the seat now, then starting to lick and kiss his chest. Don glides his fingers and hands around Charlie’s back, giving him some support so he won’t tip over, kissing Charlie’s neck occasionally. When Charlie reaches Don’s nipples and runs his tongue around it slightly, Don arches up into the touch.
“God, Charlie, keep going...”, Don moans, voice hoarse from ecstasy. His jeans are getting so tight, so his hands move further down, past Charlie’s head, his lips still busy with Don’s nipple. He unbuttons the jeans, pulls the zipper down and at last frees his hard cock.
“Charlie,...”, he repeats and for a moment their eyes meet.
“I’ll handle it, Don, don’t worry.”, Charlie says before diving down, letting his tongue at first run down and then up Don’s length. Don sucks in air very fast, reaching out for something to hold on to until he gets a hold of Charlie’s spine. Support. Smooth support. Charlie’s skin is hot, covered with sweat drops here and there. Then his finger suddenly dig into that sensitive skin underneath his hand and a - failed to suppress moan - passes his lips. Charlie has just taken Don fully into his mouth. Don’s head lolls back, eyes half-closed, lips parted. What a feelin’. Yet Charlie won’t suck, won’t move, won’t do anything at all. Don’s cock is still wrapped in the warmth of Charlie’s mouth, but that is it.
“Charlie, come on...Do something!”, Don almost orders impatiently.
No reaction.
“Charlie! I won’t beg you if that’s what you want!”, Don complains, yet is unable to shift or move. This position is torturing, yet also unbelievingly sensational. It wouldn’t take long to reach his climax with Charlie around him.
Surprisingly enough, however, Charlie let’s Don’s cock slip from his mouth.
“Then you won’t get what you want.”, he teases and grins freshly.
“Little bastard...”, Don manages to say under heavy breathing. This has been tough. Don’s plan somehow doesn’t work out, alright then, plan B. Don sits up, so he faces Charlie, his eyes glaring at the younger man in front him.
“I could leave you like that, you know? Cuffed forever. My property forever. Could do to you whatever I want.”
Don’s voice is shockingly threatening, maybe even unintentionally, but Charlie is a bit startled, whether Don means what he’s saying or whether this is just some kind of cruel joke. Yet the idea of being Don’s property is amazingly erotic, Charlie doesn’t know exactly why. His breathing rhythm gets thrown apart again, speeding up.
“What? Do I turn you on, Charles?”, Don says, knowing too well that Charlie doesn’t like the sound of his first name.
Charlie, however, doesn’t move; he is immobilized by the single thought of Don taking over control completely, he imagines what it’s like to be the victim while Don would be dominating the scene. What if he struggled? Would Don use cuffs, a scarf to keep him from wriggling around? But the most important question was whether he could tell Don what is on his mind.
“You know what, geek?”, Don finally continues. “I should punish you. Badly. For being so naughty. For not following my orders.”
Don changes his sitting position, so Charlie can see exactly what Don is doing. He wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking while the other hand plays with one of his own nipples.
“Don...Please...”, Charlie whimpers, unable to free his hands and replace Don’s hand with his own.
“What, Charles? You like what you see?”, Don asks, his voice like a thunder in the small space of the car. He starts stroking faster and harder until he finally comes in several streams in his own hand.
“I so wanted it to be your mouth, Charles.”, he admits before kissing Charlie hard on the mouth. “But I won’t beg tonight.” He approaches the younger man once more, trying to kiss him, but this time Charlie pulls back the best he can, falling heavy against the window.
“Charlie?”, Don immediately changes the tone of his voice, which sounds like the worried lover again. “Something wrong?”
Charlie’s expression is new to Don, well, he has only seen it when Charlie was afraid or feeling uncomfortable, but never when being together intimately. He would have never guessed that this whole scenario has been so tough for Charlie.
“I’m sorry, Charlie, I shouldn’t have been so...fierce.”
“No, it’s not that.”, Charlie interrupts him. “What would you say if I told you that I liked the way you’ve been treating me? What would you say when I asked you to be...fiercer?”
Don just looks at Charlie, not understanding at all.
“Charlie, what are you saying?”
“Drive us home and I’ll tell you then.”