An Honest Mistake

Title: Set Me Free

Author: scots_rock

Pairing: Don/Charlie

Fandom: NUMB3RS

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,275

Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.

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Author's Notes: Sorry it took me so long. The third part of this little series, the sequel to “An Honest Mistake” and “Fix You”. A long one, a very, very long chapter. misty_anne suggested that I wrote a Charlie’s POV of this story. If you want me to write one, just mention it in the comments. Many reviews, maybe sequel... *hint!*









“You were right.”, Charlie answered before both of them fell into fierce kissing again.



Don kissed him with all the passion and love he had been keeping locked inside him for so long. His hands were wrapped around Charlie’s neck caressing skin and hair. He felt Charlie’s tongue battling with his, Charlie’s need and lust increasing. Don couldn’t get enough, he forced his tongue more and more into Charlie’s sweet little mouth, the kiss becoming more intense now, more fierce, more passionate. Charlie moaned into Don’s mouth, a choking noise escaping his throat. Don broke the kiss at once.



He let got of Charlie and stepped back, creating quite a distance between them. He shook his head slightly. He did it again. Too fast, too fierce, too violent. He sighed out deeply. He needed to calm down again. Then he felt Charlie’s confusing look on him.



“No, it’s okay. I’m just...too fast.”, Don said and gave his brother a weak smile.



Charlie approached him and embraced him, his head resting on Don’s shoulder.



“I’m sorry.”, he mumbled into Don’s shirt.



“For what?”, Don asked surprised.



“For causing you pain.”



Don closed his eyes tightly for a moment. He tried hard not to cry, gulped down the big rock in his throat. He pressed Charlie against his chest a bit more and kissed the curly, black hair.



“I don’t want to hear you say that again.”, Don finally said, his voice hoarse.



“But, Don—“



“No, I won’t accept it. Charlie, stop blaming yourself.”



And with that he kissed Charlie again, lips on lips, gentle and soft. He wanted to enjoy this moment, to extend it to its full length. He was surprised when Charlie’s tongue silently begged for entrance. Don opened up, covering Charlie’s tongue into the warmth of his mouth.



Don’s hand seemed to be everywhere, he wanted to touch Charlie in any spot possible. He placed kisses down his jaw to Charlie’s neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. His hands rummaged with the shirt of his younger brother, eager to finally feel the flesh, the soft warm skin underneath. Charlie moaned, bared his neck even more to Don. He was holding on to Don’s hips, not moving, strictly pressing his fingers into Don’s skin through his shirt.



“Everything okay, Charlie?”, Don asked the moment he had recognized Charlie was not touching him the same way.



“I...I just don’t know what to do.”, Charlie admitted silently. “I don’t know what you like.”



Don saw the blush on Charlie’s cheeks and smiled gently. He kissed his brother’s forehead.



“I’m also not sure if you like what I do.”, Don said in the end, embracing Charlie once more. “I don’t know if I’m moving to fast for you.”



Don sighed out again. That night had been a terrible mistake. It had changed both men for the worse. Both didn’t know how to handle the new situation, and this all because of Don. Suddenly Charlie seized Don’s hand and pulled away from his embrace.



“Let me show you.”, Charlie said in a low voice. His eyes were half closed, curls falling into his face, his lips parted slightly.



Don gulped. He followed Charlie upstairs into his room and let himself being positioned in the center of it. Then he approached Don and looked up to him, his eyes fixed on his older brother. He took Don’s hand into his and wrapped it around his waist. After that he seized Don’s right hand and brought it up to his face so that Don’s hand was cupping Charlie’s cheek.



“Like that.”, Charlie explained in a whisper looking down shortly before he added “Slow.”



Don nodded in response and kissed the man in front of him, gentle and tender. He pressed Charlie with the one hand he had wrapped around his waist against his own body. The hand on Charlie’s cheek was caressing it with its thumb.



“You tell me when you wanna go one step further, okay?”, Don panted between kisses.



He hardly could finish the sentence when he felt small hands on his shirt, unbuttoning it. Don’s embrace on Charlie tightened a bit, in this way thanking him without words. He could not let go of Charlie’s sweet lips, the taste of him in his own mouth was amazing. When Charlie was finished with the buttons he slipped it down Don’s shoulders, revealing Don’s muscular chest and abdomen. His fingers ran over it, almost hovering over Don’s skin. Don breathed in sharply. His head lolled back exposing his neck to Charlie’s lips and tongue. While Charlie was licking and sucking on Don’s neck, Don himself was sliding his hands down to Charlie’s jeans and started playing with the waistband. His fingers crept eventually under Charlie’s shirt and massaged the skin there.



Don moaned out loudly when Charlie reached an extremely sensitive spot on Don’s shoulder. Unintentionally he had grabbed Charlie’s ass and squeezed it through the denim. Charlie halted for a moment.



“Sorry, Charlie.”, Don said and looked ashamed. The moment was gone, he again had destroyed it. He broke away from his brother and sat down on the bed, closing his eyes. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I should go and leave you alone for a while, you know? To think it over...”



He was already in the process of standing up and indeed leaving Charlie but his brother blocked his way. Don slumped back on the bed and stared at Charlie in surprise. He knelt down in front of him, locking his eyes with Don.



“You can’t go. I didn’t stop because I didn’t like it. I was only so aroused. Excited.”, Charlie explained while holding Don’s face in his hands. “I want you, Don.”



Don’s heart leapt with relief at that phrase of Charlie’s. He looked into Charlie’s deep dark eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. He lay down on the bed, dragging Charlie with him, so that his younger brother was covering Don’s body. From now on there wouldn’t be any interruptions, Don thought. Charlie had said that he wanted Don. And Don wanted Charlie, oh he wanted Charlie so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to melt with him, entangled in a state of complete unison. His hands were wrapped around Charlie, his flat hands running up and down his brother’s spine. Charlie parted their lips to sit up. He grinned at Don and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it into a corner of the room. His curls whirled around him, he shook them a bit to arrange them anew yet failed completely. Don looked at Charlie, his Charlie with that curly and now a bit messy hair, and smiled contently.



More skin was revealed every second, shoes and sock were taken off followed by jeans and boxers which shoved down quickly, still both of their mouths were glued to each other. Their naked bodies pressed tightly against each other, Don claimed Charlie’s mouth over and over again. It was for the first time that he enjoyed every second of this, that terrible night almost had left his mind. Eventually he rolled Charlie on to his back so that Don was on top, covering Charlie’s skin with thousand kisses, he licked here, nibbled there and let his tongue run around Charlie’s nipples. His hands were all over Charlie, in his curls, on his neck, painting invisible lines on Charlie’s chest and abdomen as Don made his way slowly and tenderly southwards.



Charlie was moaning and whimpering, almost begging for release. Don stopped at Charlie’s crotch to ease his longing. Slipping his tongue over Charlie’s hard length he then swallowed it whole causing Charlie’s hips to arch into Don’s mouth. Don closed his eyes and breathed out deeply through he nose before he started sucking Charlie slowly. This was real. This was Charlie and him and no one else. Charlie was with him and again his words echoed in Don’s mind.



“I want you, Don.”



The way he had said it, the way he looked in the dim light of the night lamp, the way his dark curls surrounded his beautiful face. He had looked angelic.



Don felt Charlie’s grip in his hair tighten and so he let go of Charlie. He licked his lips suggestively before asking,



“Is this what you want? Or do you want more?”



Charlie gulped, obviously talking was not the best thing he could do right now. His answer came out hoarse and almost inaudible.



“More...”



Don smiled, leaned forward and kissed Charlie hard on the mouth. Charlie gripped Don’s shoulders pulling him more into the kiss, his tongue entering Don’s mouth, tasting him, filling him completely. Don grunted and groaned at the sudden lust and desire that seemed to have taken over his little brother. He was so concentrated and focused on Charlie’s mouth that he didn’t realize Charlie reaching out for the drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. Don only felt it when Charlie pressed it into Don’s hand. Don looked up, his eyes asking Charlie once again if he wanted this. Charlie only nodded and added a hushed “Hurry”.



Don positioned himself between Charlie’s legs who spread them to make room for Don. His hands went up over his head, his eyes closed, his panting increased. Don almost would have been able to come that very second. Seeing Charlie like this had been one of his secret dreams, exposed, under him, begging. He ran a hand over Charlie’s chest and stomach before covering three fingers with lube. Don prepared Charlie slowly and carefully, he didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Charlie jumped at one point and Don knew that he had found the sweet spot which would soon make Charlie squirm under him. Charlie finally relaxed under him, his muscles weren’t so tensed anymore and his breathing soothed.



Don removed his fingers, covered his cock with lube and then arranged Charlie’s legs so that they were dangling loosely over his shoulders. He kissed his brother’s inner thighs letting him know that he would be careful. He teased Charlie’s entrance a bit before finally thrusting slowly inside of Charlie’s body. Immediately he was wrapped in a tightness that was so warm and wet like he had never ever experienced in his whole life. Their bodies were made for each other. At a snail’s pace he pulled out of Charlie again, only the head of his cock buried in Charlie. When he thrust in this time he bend over trying to be as close to Charlie as possible, wanting to touch him, to taste him, to smell him. As soon as their lips locked again and a wild dance of tongues was starting Don began thrusting in and out, at first slowly then faster with every stroke.



Charlie was holding on to Don’s neck, forcing him to stay in this position, but Don didn’t care. He loved Charlie’s hands around him, loved the taste of his tongue, the groans and moans that he created in his throat which Don at once swallowed in his mouth. At some point he must have hit Charlie’s spot again for Charlie writhed and arched his back, letting out a loud gasp. Don focused on that spot, trying to hit it with every thrust now. Indeed Charlie tensed after a while, his grip around Don’s neck tightened. Don was also very near. He so badly wanted to come with Charlie, together, at the same time. He reached down with one hand, and pumped Charlie's cock in rhythm with his thrusts. Charlie sucked the air out of Don’s lungs at that sudden movement, Don had the feeling that Charlie would faint, so he let go of his lips for a while and let him breathe.



“Don...Don...Don...”, were the only words that Charlie was able to form and that was all to drive Don over the edge. He suppressed it for few more seconds, his thrusts and strokes fastening.



“Come, Charlie...Come on...”, he purred into Charlie’s ear.



And he did. Together with Don. Don’s body tensed, adrenaline rising, blood speeding through his veins. He felt Charlie tightening even more around him and shooting his load into Don’s hand, on his chest and on Don’s. Don came deep buried inside of Charlie’s fragile and small body. He let out a soft cry of release collapsing on Charlie.



They lay like that for a minute or two, the only sound on the room being fast pants and from time to time a happy groan. Charlie let out a sigh causing Don to look up.



“Too heavy?”, he asked worriedly.



“No, just perfect.”, Charlie responded and nuzzled Don’s shoulder.



Don smiled and then started slowly pulling out of Charlie. He cleaned up both of their chests with a handkerchief and after that he lay down beside Charlie who curled up in his brother’s open arms.







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It was warm under the blanket, and comfortable. Don woke up, his eyes opening not even an inch. It was too early to get up already. But then he sensed something different and he opened his eyes fully. Charlie was lying next to him, his dark eyes staring at Don curiously and a smile playing around his lips.



“What is it?”, Don asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.



“Nothing. Just watching you.”



Charlie’s smile faded as he added,



“I don’t think you hurt me in the end.”



Don froze expecting the worst.



“I think you set my feelings free. Thank you.”



Charlie’s face came nearer and their lips clashed together for the millionth time that day. And it wouldn’t be the last.


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