NUMB3RS Drabbles
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M through R › NUMB3RS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
7,858
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Solvable
Title: Solvable
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: 235
Author's Notes: Don comes home when his mum gets sick. Charlie’s POV. Angst. Cause we likes it. Enjoy!
It’s not like they haven’t been communicating at all. They have talked, here and there, the telephone was used many times actually. He has thought that it would all stay the same.
That Don would grab him in a secret moment, hold him, kiss him passionately, tell him it has been terrible and lonely without Charlie, he would fuck Charlie in every single corner of the house, in his new apartment, even at work when possible. And Charlie would love it, and Don would love it. They both would be together again.
It is different when the day comes Charlie has been waiting for. He can’t even look Don in the eyes when he arrives, a huge sports bag over his shoulder. He looks drained, perturbed, concerned. He slumps it down on the floor, embraces their father then goes upstairs to greet their mother. He says hi to Charlie on the way to the living room when he comes back, pats him on the shoulder.
As the days pass by Charlie figures he is more useful in the garage than where Don is. He leaves the house, starting to write down equations the moment he enters. He has been avoiding Charlie’s touches, Charlie’s gestures, Charlie’s words. As if he wasn’t there anymore.
The chalk feels good between his fingers, light, innocent. This is solvable. Some things aren’t. Three years are a long time after all.
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: 235
Author's Notes: Don comes home when his mum gets sick. Charlie’s POV. Angst. Cause we likes it. Enjoy!
It’s not like they haven’t been communicating at all. They have talked, here and there, the telephone was used many times actually. He has thought that it would all stay the same.
That Don would grab him in a secret moment, hold him, kiss him passionately, tell him it has been terrible and lonely without Charlie, he would fuck Charlie in every single corner of the house, in his new apartment, even at work when possible. And Charlie would love it, and Don would love it. They both would be together again.
It is different when the day comes Charlie has been waiting for. He can’t even look Don in the eyes when he arrives, a huge sports bag over his shoulder. He looks drained, perturbed, concerned. He slumps it down on the floor, embraces their father then goes upstairs to greet their mother. He says hi to Charlie on the way to the living room when he comes back, pats him on the shoulder.
As the days pass by Charlie figures he is more useful in the garage than where Don is. He leaves the house, starting to write down equations the moment he enters. He has been avoiding Charlie’s touches, Charlie’s gestures, Charlie’s words. As if he wasn’t there anymore.
The chalk feels good between his fingers, light, innocent. This is solvable. Some things aren’t. Three years are a long time after all.