NUMB3RS Drabbles
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
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7,864
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7
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The Watcher
Title: The Watcher
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 638
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Don and Charlie are being watched – without being aware of it. Kink! So kinky! And there will be more! And yes, Trey was NOT invented by me. *hint!*
Trey lets his books fall vehemently on the desk. Damn it! It doesn’t work, it won’t. But it has to! He shuts his eyes tightly as he slumps down on the chair. Thinking. Pondering. Making it work somehow! He opens his eyes and lets his head fall back facing the ceiling of the lecture hall. He needs help.
Trey stands up and walks quickly to Professor Eppes’s office. He’s only a few feet away when he hears it. Heavy breathing, panting almost. A moan. Something falls to the floor, sounds like books and – yepp, that is glass. Trey rubs a hand over his scruffed chin and frowns, approaching the door to his professor’s office slowly. Unsure whether to enter, afraid to disturb the professor in a state of deep concentration he peeks inside at first. Trey is not prepared for what he sees next.
An older man is pressing his body against the smaller one of Trey’s teacher, moaning “Charlie” over and over again. Trey’s eyes are getting bigger with every second. Rape! Assault! Someone is attacking his teacher! Trey already wants to run off, get help when he suddenly hears the voice of ‘Charlie’.
“Don...what if someone comes in?”
Trey doesn’t move, stays hidden behind the door frame, peering inside. His professor was enjoying this? Oh God. Charles Eppes is gay! And this is his lover! Trey wants to tear his eyes away from the scene. Too many information about the person who teaches him Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.
And yet he decides to stay, he wants to watch what happens next, as perverse as it may sound. Don breathes heavily against Charlie’s skin as his hands rummage over the smaller man’s body. Wait a second. Don? Don Eppes? Don FBI Agent Eppes? The brother?
Trey takes a step back and leans against the wall next to the door. Covered in the safety of the shadows his eyes are fixed on the poster announcing an anti-war-demonstration. Holy crap. That is definitely some news. The moaning, whimpering and breathing goes on, Trey can hear it, loud and clear. Holy crap again. He gulps down the rock in his throat as his thoughts circle around various topics. Law, government, illegal. Incest.
“Don!”, Charlie exclaims suddenly and Trey can’t but look again, wanting to know what has happened.
Don’s hand is on his teacher’s jeans. Well, actually not on, but inside them. Trey tries to ignore the fact that he has turned into a voyeur. This scenery is incredibly erotic and hot. His own hand cups his crotch as he keeps on watching the two men, Don jerking his brother off. Sweat is erupting on Trey’s forehead as he looks right and left. Thank God it’s already past lecture hours. Most of the students went home already or to some party Trey actually wanted to pay a visit, too. Later maybe.
Trey keeps on rubbing himself as the atmosphere between the two men gets heated up with every second. Trey knows Charlie is close. He rubs faster, in the rhythm of Don’s strokes. God, so close, almost over the edge. He sees Charlie’s lips parting, letting out a silent scream as he comes hard in his jeans. And so has Trey himself. Well done, buddy.
~~~
“You should...not be doing this with me...”, Charlie says, or better tries to stay. He hasn’t caught his breath yet. His head rests against Don’s shoulder.
“I know. Sorry.”, Don grins, but secretly he isn’t.
As they walk out together Charlie sees a little, yellow note pinned on the front side of the office door.
“Secret admirer? I’m already jealous.”, Don jokes, yet stops at once when he realizes Charlie’s worried and shocked expression. “What is it?”
Charlie simply hands him the note.
I saw you. I wanna be a part of it. Trey Atwood.
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 638
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Don and Charlie are being watched – without being aware of it. Kink! So kinky! And there will be more! And yes, Trey was NOT invented by me. *hint!*
Trey lets his books fall vehemently on the desk. Damn it! It doesn’t work, it won’t. But it has to! He shuts his eyes tightly as he slumps down on the chair. Thinking. Pondering. Making it work somehow! He opens his eyes and lets his head fall back facing the ceiling of the lecture hall. He needs help.
Trey stands up and walks quickly to Professor Eppes’s office. He’s only a few feet away when he hears it. Heavy breathing, panting almost. A moan. Something falls to the floor, sounds like books and – yepp, that is glass. Trey rubs a hand over his scruffed chin and frowns, approaching the door to his professor’s office slowly. Unsure whether to enter, afraid to disturb the professor in a state of deep concentration he peeks inside at first. Trey is not prepared for what he sees next.
An older man is pressing his body against the smaller one of Trey’s teacher, moaning “Charlie” over and over again. Trey’s eyes are getting bigger with every second. Rape! Assault! Someone is attacking his teacher! Trey already wants to run off, get help when he suddenly hears the voice of ‘Charlie’.
“Don...what if someone comes in?”
Trey doesn’t move, stays hidden behind the door frame, peering inside. His professor was enjoying this? Oh God. Charles Eppes is gay! And this is his lover! Trey wants to tear his eyes away from the scene. Too many information about the person who teaches him Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.
And yet he decides to stay, he wants to watch what happens next, as perverse as it may sound. Don breathes heavily against Charlie’s skin as his hands rummage over the smaller man’s body. Wait a second. Don? Don Eppes? Don FBI Agent Eppes? The brother?
Trey takes a step back and leans against the wall next to the door. Covered in the safety of the shadows his eyes are fixed on the poster announcing an anti-war-demonstration. Holy crap. That is definitely some news. The moaning, whimpering and breathing goes on, Trey can hear it, loud and clear. Holy crap again. He gulps down the rock in his throat as his thoughts circle around various topics. Law, government, illegal. Incest.
“Don!”, Charlie exclaims suddenly and Trey can’t but look again, wanting to know what has happened.
Don’s hand is on his teacher’s jeans. Well, actually not on, but inside them. Trey tries to ignore the fact that he has turned into a voyeur. This scenery is incredibly erotic and hot. His own hand cups his crotch as he keeps on watching the two men, Don jerking his brother off. Sweat is erupting on Trey’s forehead as he looks right and left. Thank God it’s already past lecture hours. Most of the students went home already or to some party Trey actually wanted to pay a visit, too. Later maybe.
Trey keeps on rubbing himself as the atmosphere between the two men gets heated up with every second. Trey knows Charlie is close. He rubs faster, in the rhythm of Don’s strokes. God, so close, almost over the edge. He sees Charlie’s lips parting, letting out a silent scream as he comes hard in his jeans. And so has Trey himself. Well done, buddy.
~~~
“You should...not be doing this with me...”, Charlie says, or better tries to stay. He hasn’t caught his breath yet. His head rests against Don’s shoulder.
“I know. Sorry.”, Don grins, but secretly he isn’t.
As they walk out together Charlie sees a little, yellow note pinned on the front side of the office door.
“Secret admirer? I’m already jealous.”, Don jokes, yet stops at once when he realizes Charlie’s worried and shocked expression. “What is it?”
Charlie simply hands him the note.
I saw you. I wanna be a part of it. Trey Atwood.