NUMB3RS Drabbles

Title: Today
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,239
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Warning: S/D, dirty talk
Author's Notes: A typical morning at Don Eppes’s apartment. This is the 5th part of the PWP series. A very, very sub!charlie and a very, very dom!don!

They can’t even make it from the dining table to the bedroom. It was the spot of marmalade on the corner of Charlie’s lips that has been driving Don nuts. It made him want to lick it away and more. A lot more.

Charlie feels so good under Don’s touch today. Throwing his head back he moans out loud as Don presses him roughly against the wall next to the bedroom.

“Makin’ me crazy today, Charlie.”, he says, teeth nibbling gently on Charlie’s exposed neck.

Charlie lets out a hiss at this treatment and digs his fingers even more into Don’s shoulders. Don is possessive today, he notices, so strong, yet in no sense violent or rude. It’s pure passion, and desire, and lust. His groin meets Charlie’s more than once which causes the younger man to whimper and gasp at the same time.

“Wanna see you lose control today.”, Don murmurs suddenly into Charlie’s left ear. “Wanna take over you completely.”

A shiver running down Charlie’s spine is the result of Don’s words.

“Talk to me, Don.”

They both pause for a moment and look into each other’s eyes. Love, longing and something else glitters in Charlie’s eye, something wicked, something naughty and bad, which turns it certainly into something so good again.

“Talk to me...”, Charlie repeats, rubbing his cheek gently against Don’s. He licks his lips seductively, eyes partly closed, shooting Don a look to die for. Charlie’s trying to guess Don’s next move and the easiest way to do that is to heat up the atmosphere a little bit more.

Yet instead of talking, Don seizes the hem of Charlie’s shirt and pulls the fabric over his head. After his curls have arranged themselves again he glides one hand through them. His brother’s black, curly hair tickles Don’s hand, he combs it with his fingers, feels Charlie leaning into the touch, eyes closed and lips curled into a content smile.

“You ready?”, Don asks.

“Yes.”, is the whispered answer.

Don’s hand slides down to Charlie’s neck and wraps it firmly around it,

“Okay then. I talk, you stay silent.”

Charlie nods slightly, his eyes open and gaze at Don for a moment.

“Kneel.”, Don orders, voice low, eyes hungry, and Charlie obeys at once. When his hands move to Don’s crotch, attempting to open his jeans, Don slaps them away.

“Did I tell you to do that?”, Don asks, unintentionally his voice shows hints of anger.

“No.”. Charlie answers silently, the rules forgotten for now.

The response to this is a slap across Charlie’s face, not violent enough to be painful yet hard enough to leave a mark on the younger man’s cheek. Don’s hand print to be exact is glowing red there.

“Do not talk.”, Don snaps, his figure is bent to have a closer look at Charlie.

“Understood?”

Charlie nods. Holy crap. He knew that Don would look hot acting all dominant and rough, yet he never ever would have imagined it to be so good. Of course, he also likes Don’s romantic side hidden really deep inside of his brother, but it’s there. And this certainty makes Charlie love Don more with each day that passes by. Yet this dark side, Charlie has to admit, has also its own, certain advantages. Charlie can’t help but grin.

“Enjoying this, are we?”

Don unbuttons his shirt, revealing naked chest, broad shoulders, strong arms and a beautifully shaped abdomen. He pulls down the zipper of his jeans and takes out his pulsating, hard cock.

“Think your mouth also looks pretty with my dick in it.”

Charlie takes one last look at Don before he parts his lips, sticks his tongue out and licks the precum on the tip of it away. Placing a kiss on Don’s length he obediently covers it in the warmth of his mouth. He immediately starts sucking Don, in every way possible showing off his talented tongue which he presses against the underside of Don’s cock.

Don chews on his lower lip. Holy shit. He knew Charlie wanted to be treated that way, rough, him being submissive, yet he never ever would have imagined that Charlie seems to enjoy it as much as he does himself. The grin on his brother’s face spoke lines to Don, it has blurred the border which they both haven’t dared to cross yet. Now Don can test when the next border will emerge, how far he can push Charlie.

Unintentionally Don starts to thrust into Charlie’s mouth. So wet, so warm, so good. Peeking down at Charlie he notices that he struggles to keep his throat relaxed. At once he stops his thrusts letting Charlie do his work again.

“Such a good kid. Keeping your hands where they belong.”, Don manages to bring out between pants.

“Okay, stop.”

Charlie does, Don’s cock slips from his lips.

“Stand up.”

Charlie runs his tongue over his upper lip while following Don’s orders.

God, Don needs so badly to be inside that gorgeous body of Charlie’s. Now. Not showing a hint of his emotions and wishes to Charlie he tells him to stand still. Don closes the smallest distance between them, then his hand rummages over Charlie’s body. Up and down it goes, outlines Charlie’s chest, then it goes south, tracing the fine line of hair on his stomach which disappears under a pair of lose jeans. Don’s finger play with the waistband for a while before finally fumbling with the zipper. He almost rips Charlie’s jeans apart by doing that, his lust is increasing more and more. The look on Charlie’s face, those swollen lips, those curious and fresh eyes staring right at him. His hands are quick, it doesn’t take long to free Charlie’s cock, pants shoved down to the ankles.

“Turn around.”

Charlie’s eyes grow big and inquisitive. Making out in Don’s apartment only has involved so far couch and bed. Oh, and the table has been quite occupied a few times.

“What?”, Charlie whispers and immediately regrets saying it.

Don’s look has gone from “totally horny” to “what the fuck?”.

“Too rough?”, Don asks, his voice changing right away. He kisses Charlie deeply, letting him feel all of his love. “Sorry. Caught in the moment.”

“No, it’s not that. You’re awesome.” Charlie smiles contently. “It’s just...we never did it against a wall.”

“You wanna move this into the bedroom? No problem, hun.”, Don purrs.

“No.”, Charlie responds. “Here. Right here, right now.”

Don smirks and presses their lips together once more, fierce and passionate this time.

“And please keep on talking. You’re totally irresistible when you use your dominant tone.”

Don’s smirk changes into a naughty grin.

“All right then.”

At that Charlie turns around, facing the wall now.

“Gotta punish you really hard for talking.”

Don’s voice rumbles against Charlie’s right shoulder and neck.

“Gotta come hard inside of you, so deep inside you, making you moan loudly, thrusting hard and fast.”

Sheep. Sheep are nice animals. They’re white. And cute somehow. And they must be really sweating their souls out in summer. And they give wool to the people. And the people, they are like totally clever and make clothes out of the wool. How cool is that? I mean, like, totally amazing! And these clothes you can buy in a shop. And Don wears clothes, too. Most of the time at least. And Charlie loves ripping those clothes off of that gorgeous, sexy, hot, sweaty... No! Damn it! Something stupid, something silly! Keep yourself from coming.

Charlie’s eyes are closed tightly.

“Fuck me, will you!”, it pops out of his mouth before he can even stop himself. Oh, the punishment’s going to be tough. Wait a second. Did that just sound like a breathless plea?

“Are you giving me orders?”

Don cannot believe it. He cannot believe it that he has almost come by only watching Charlie react to his words. Ducks. Ducks always work. He nearly forgets why Charlie is shaking his head so frantically.

“Good.”

Don’s salvia slipped middle finger enters Charlie’s ass and immediately searches for that special spot. Charlie bucks. There it is. Second finger. Stretching, crooking. Charlie slams his fist hard against the wall, his head falls forwards.

“God, Don, please...!”

Don simply grins, placing kisses on Charlie’s spine.

“Gonna make you come hard, gonna be totally inside your cute, little ass.”

Don’s tongue plays with Charlie’s ear lobe. He feels Charlie relaxing, hears the smooth, rhythmic breathing. Don pulls out his fingers receiving a silent, moaned complaint. He positions himself directly in front of Charlie’s hole, yet he manages to pull himself together one last time.

“Don, please, please...”, Charlie begs, and a loud gasp passes his lips as Don wraps a hand around his cock.

“Stay silent and don’t move.”

Charlie nods hysterically. Then, finally, Don pushes inside of him, moaning at the hot, wet tightness. No lube this time. Only precum and some spit, that is all today. Charlie grits his teeth at the sudden pain that erupts around his ass region, but he tries to calm down, tries to get used to the feeling. This is Don, not some stranger.

As if he is reading Charlie’s thoughts Don pauses for a moment when he is completely buried in his lover’s body. Don can feel Charlie’s pain and at once scolds himself for not scattering tubes of lube all over his apartment, always in reach.

Unexpectedly Charlie pushes back causing Don to suck in air fast.

“God, Charlie...Told ya not to move...”

Don’s grip on Charlie’s cock tightens so that Charlie slowly and inadvertently begins to thrust into his hand. Don sets a slow pace at first, but he knows that he can’t hold back his orgasm for too long. With the seconds passing by he increases the rhythm of his thrusts. So close, so damn close. Charlie’s breathing is fast and short, just like Don’s. Both of them are close. So damn close.

“Charlie...say it...”, Don suddenly says, an idea having just occurred to him.

“Say what...?”

Breaths, panting, moans, whimpers.

“I’m your slut. Come on, Charlie. Say it.”

A loud moan of Charlie’s fills the room as Don hits Charlie’s prostate aiming at it with each thrust now.

“I’m...” He gulps. “I’m your...” A silent whine. “I’m your slut...”

Five more thrusts, five strong strokes at Charlie’s cock and that is all that takes to send both men over the edge. When Charlie has somehow managed to say those words Don is shooting his seed into his brother’s body. A moan, a content sigh and Don feels something sticky covering his right hand making clear Charlie has come, too.

“My dear God...”, Charlie says after some while. “That was so...intensive.”

“I think I’ve never ever felt so close to you in my whole fucking life. You where everywhere, Charlie, invaded my mind. You smell so good, did you know that? So fucking good. Your body...so damn perfect-”

“Stop it! Or do you want me to come again? Without even having a break?”, Charlie interrupts. “Get off, big brother. Need to head to CalSci soon.”

“How can you actually think about work just now?”, Don answers, mock insulted.

Charlie glances back. “I promise you to drop that topic if you promise me something.”

Don pulls out carefully of Charlie, turning him around, then looking deeply into those dark brown eyes.

“Everything.”

“Promise me, we’ll do that again. Tonight. But a little rougher.”

“Rougher? That wasn’t rough enough for you?”

Charlie blinks several times, smiling shyly.

“I want to experience this nearness, this intensity one more time.”

Don kisses Charlie gently, gluing both of them together. He enjoyed the closeness, and yet he thinks that Charlie will need a rest, experience something else tonight. This new game they’re playing is still a bit odd to Don.

“Okay. But not tonight. Tonight I want to lick your whole body clean from the harshness, want to lick your fears and worries away, want to make you feel good.”

Charlie grins.

“Romantic time together? Just you and me?”

“Yup. Well, if you want to invite someone to take part in this little affair, feel free to do that. Bet Larry would be thrilled.”

They both laugh at that.

“You’re turning me slowly into a little softie.”

“Oh, you got a hard shell which needs to be cracked first. You can cover that sensitive side of yours really well.”

Don embraces Charlie once more, kisses him like he will never have the chance to kiss him again.

“Don. Don’t start now. I really gotta go!”, Charlie says between kisses.

“Do you really have to? Can’t you just call in sick? Like I did?”, Don asks in his best whiney and pleading voice.

“No, can’t do that. I’m sorry.” He lays a hand on Don’s right cheek. “But at least you have lots of time to prepare everything for tonight. You know, candles, red sheets, silky bonds.”

Don’s eye brows shoot up in surprise. Charlie just grins, gives Don’s ass a slight slap and gets dressed. Don watches him silently, here and there stealing a kiss. Saying goodbye to his lover is tough for Don and Charlie has to remind him again of tonight. The special night. His smile as he closes the door shut behind him makes the hours that Don will have to endure without Charlie at his side a tiny little bit more bearable.