Title: This Ain't Romance, Sugar
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Amita
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want, just borrowing, only fun, no infringement intended.
A/N: Inspired by an all-too-brief scene in Kill the Poor and the wonderful Miss![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
gyen_gaoltosing for the bathtubCharlie!pr0n prompt (this one's for you). Thanks to tya_rc for the opening scene and jaredsexual for the suggested chocolate body paint and raspberries food!pr0n. To give credit to the awesome people before me, emmademarais wrote about chocolate body paint in "Written in Chocolate Written in Stone," gyen_gaoltosing wrote about confectionary delights in "Sugar High," and spikedluv wrote about fun with fruit in "The Cherry On Top."
The bathroom was warm from the steam curling against the walls, and Charlie leaned back in the tub, tension slipping away as the hot water soaked into his skin and loosened his muscles and his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking softly.
It had been a long month – prepping for finals, giving the tests, and grading them, not to mention all the work for Don. It had taken its toll on Amita, too, and everybody needed the build-up of emotions to finally break. It didn’t seem like too much of a surprise, perhaps it was even expected, for Amita to corner him, grab his hands and slide them under her shirt, under the wire of her bra, and gently mold his fingers to cup her breasts, soft pads of fingertips touching hardening nipples.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough for this?”
They listened to him breathe for a while, his eyes to the floor, until he answered, “It’s not the right time,” and his hands dropped from her.
“And when is the right time, Charlie?” Her voice grew thick with annoyance. “You have done this before, right?”
He laughed, caught off guard by the ridiculous question. “Of course I have.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem… the problem is,” he floundered. “The problem is that we work together. We’re colleagues and friends, and we want this to work, and if it doesn’t… the result could be devastating… to us, to our work, to the department. When this happens, it has to be perfect.”
“It’s not an equation, Charlie; there’s no perfect answer. There’s not a set of variables that have to be present in order to get what you want. Sometimes you just have to go with your instincts. Geez, I thought you would have had that figured out by now.”
Still, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been turned on by the exchange. He worked his cock, slipping further into the calming euphoria of the hot bath and the pleasure of his hand.
The bathroom door opened abruptly, and Don walked in, shutting the door behind him.
“Jesus, Don! Don’t you knock?”
“You should lock the door.” To illustrate, Don twisted the lock on the doorknob. “Easy enough for a genius to figure out.” He walked over to the tub with a package in his hands and sat down on the floor. “Unless you wanted me to be able to walk in.” He flashed his golden boy smile.
“Haha, funny, Don.”
“Ah, don’t try to deny it.” His fingers opened the box. “Check out this gag gift from Megan.” He pulled out the dark jar tied with a festive red ribbon.
“What is that?”
“Chocolate body paint. She says now that’s given me a gift, I have an obligation to use it.” He twists off the lid. “Thinks it’s an incentive for me to get a girlfriend.”
Charlie laughed. “She worries so much about you.”
“Yeah.” He dipped a finger into the paint. “I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s unnecessary.”
Don placed a dollop on Charlie’s nipple and got up on his knees, leaning in to lick it off.
“God, that feels good.”
Don pulled a brush out of the box and used it to draw chocolate symbols on his little brother’s chest – pi and Einstein’s famous equation – the few things he could think of that would mean so much more to the mathematician. His tongue lapped up the sweet, dripping confection, determined to devour every drop.
“You’re going to get hair in your mouth.”
“Wow, Charlie, that’s really sexy,” Don deadpanned. “You never say that when I’m going down on you.”
“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re going down on me.”
“You’re saying you’re not enjoying this?”
“No, no, I’m enjoying this fine.”
“You’re very convincing.” Don spread the chocolate over Charlie’s lips and slowly kissed it off, tongues meeting softly and tentatively.
Charlie pulled back, licking at the traces. “Mmm, that is good.”
“Try this.” Don reached back into the box and produced something small and dark red.
“Raspberries?”
“Correct, Professor.” The agent dipped the fruit into the lines of chocolate on Charlie’s chest and pressed it to his brother’s mouth.
“Isn’t it supposed to be chocolate-covered strawberries?” Charlie teased between bites.
“Yeah, but – ” Don repeated the motion and popped the raspberry into his mouth. “ – then you might start thinking I was being romantic.”
“And chocolate body paint and feeding each other fruit while I’m in the bathtub isn’t romantic how?”
Don’s eyes flashed dark, and a feral smile spread across his face. “You think I’m being romantic, do you?”
Charlie’s smile reflected Don’s. “What else am I supposed to think this is?”
Don peeled off his shirt and quickly undid his belt and zipper, jeans falling to the floor, followed by his boxers. Socks off, and then Don was in the tub between Charlie’s legs, working his fingers inside his brother.
“Jesus, Don,” Charlie sighed, eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open. Don pulled his fingers out and grabbed Charlie’s legs under his knees, spreading him open, one leg lifted up and pressed to the soft spot between Don’s shoulder and chest, the other draped over the edge of the bathtub.
Don slid home in one smooth thrust, nerves on fire as Charlie’s moan dragged on in pain and ecstasy with the kind of beautiful acoustics they could get only in the bathroom, and then paused for his brother to adjust.
“Still think I’m being a romantic?”
Charlie swallowed hard. “Don’t… I don’t… don’t care…”
“What’s that, Chuck? Think I’m going soft on you?” He huffed. “In a manner of speaking.”
Charlie peeked open an eye and smiled. “My sweet, thoughtful boyfriend.”
“Oh-ho, okay.”
Don slammed back in, taking a fast and ruthless pace. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. Charlie keened and wrapped his arms around his big brother’s neck.
“Is this sweet, Chuck? Huh? Romantic?” Don nibbled at Charlie’s earlobe. “Is this nice and tender like how you would do it to Amita?”
“How she wanted me to do it tonight.”
Don paused and pulled back. “Amita tried to fuck you tonight? What’d you tell her?”
“That I’d rather fuck my brother instead. What do you think I told her?” Don pulled out. “Wha-what, what do you think you’re doing?”
Don pulled Charlie’s legs back into the tub with a splash and then readjusted to straddle Charlie’s lap. “Is that why you were jerking off when I came in here?”
Charlie’s eyebrows knitted. “Exactly. There’s nothing that turns me on more than my female coworker and former student.”
Don lowered himself until the tip of Charlie’s cock pressed into him. “You were thinking about fucking somebody.” He sank the rest of the way down until his little brother was completely inside him. “You were thinking about fucking me.”
He rose up and down on Charlie’s cock until Charlie was thrusting back. Each time their hips met was better than the last.
“God, I love fucking your cock, Charlie,” Don hissed, his body and teeth clenching. “You do this so… feels so good.”
Charlie put his hands on Don’s hips and thrust up harder. Their mouths met roughly, all teeth and thick tongues and sloppy lips, desperate to get more and more. Don leaned into Charlie, his cock sliding against his brother’s stomach. Charlie sunk back further into the tub. He lifted his legs and rested his feet on the ledge to get better leverage. Thrusting deeper, Don pushing back harder, faster and faster, their moans and pleas echoed off the walls and rang back to their ears, and they shouted louder, spurned on by the sounds of their exasperation and exhilaration, needing each new moan to sound over the last, to surpass one another in showing the other how perfect it felt, each needing to be the one to better express how amazing their brother could fuck.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
The promise of completion was the spark for the final bursts of desire, coming together and shouting twisted words of endearment.
Don lifted himself off Charlie and turned around in the tub. He rested against Charlie, and their fingers entwined.
“You’re going to have to come up with something else to tell Amita eventually.”
“It’s worked so far.”
“You’ve been doing it for two and a half years.”
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Okay, then, a year and a half.”
“We’ve only been together for six months.” Charlie wrapped his arms tighter around Don. “And you and I have been together for – ”
“Years.” Don shook his head. “You can’t keep playing this game. It’s not fair to her.”
“And what about Nadine and Robin and Liz?”
Don’s voice lowered. “They knew what they were getting into.”
“And Kim?”
The agent turned his head and smiled up at his brother. “I thought I could get rid of you.”
Charlie smiled back. “Well, you never were the genius in the family.”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Amita
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Incest
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't want, just borrowing, only fun, no infringement intended.
A/N: Inspired by an all-too-brief scene in Kill the Poor and the wonderful Miss
gyen_gaoltosing for the bathtubCharlie!pr0n prompt (this one's for you). Thanks to tya_rc for the opening scene and jaredsexual for the suggested chocolate body paint and raspberries food!pr0n. To give credit to the awesome people before me, emmademarais wrote about chocolate body paint in "Written in Chocolate Written in Stone," gyen_gaoltosing wrote about confectionary delights in "Sugar High," and spikedluv wrote about fun with fruit in "The Cherry On Top."The bathroom was warm from the steam curling against the walls, and Charlie leaned back in the tub, tension slipping away as the hot water soaked into his skin and loosened his muscles and his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking softly.
It had been a long month – prepping for finals, giving the tests, and grading them, not to mention all the work for Don. It had taken its toll on Amita, too, and everybody needed the build-up of emotions to finally break. It didn’t seem like too much of a surprise, perhaps it was even expected, for Amita to corner him, grab his hands and slide them under her shirt, under the wire of her bra, and gently mold his fingers to cup her breasts, soft pads of fingertips touching hardening nipples.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough for this?”
They listened to him breathe for a while, his eyes to the floor, until he answered, “It’s not the right time,” and his hands dropped from her.
“And when is the right time, Charlie?” Her voice grew thick with annoyance. “You have done this before, right?”
He laughed, caught off guard by the ridiculous question. “Of course I have.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“The problem… the problem is,” he floundered. “The problem is that we work together. We’re colleagues and friends, and we want this to work, and if it doesn’t… the result could be devastating… to us, to our work, to the department. When this happens, it has to be perfect.”
“It’s not an equation, Charlie; there’s no perfect answer. There’s not a set of variables that have to be present in order to get what you want. Sometimes you just have to go with your instincts. Geez, I thought you would have had that figured out by now.”
Still, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been turned on by the exchange. He worked his cock, slipping further into the calming euphoria of the hot bath and the pleasure of his hand.
The bathroom door opened abruptly, and Don walked in, shutting the door behind him.
“Jesus, Don! Don’t you knock?”
“You should lock the door.” To illustrate, Don twisted the lock on the doorknob. “Easy enough for a genius to figure out.” He walked over to the tub with a package in his hands and sat down on the floor. “Unless you wanted me to be able to walk in.” He flashed his golden boy smile.
“Haha, funny, Don.”
“Ah, don’t try to deny it.” His fingers opened the box. “Check out this gag gift from Megan.” He pulled out the dark jar tied with a festive red ribbon.
“What is that?”
“Chocolate body paint. She says now that’s given me a gift, I have an obligation to use it.” He twists off the lid. “Thinks it’s an incentive for me to get a girlfriend.”
Charlie laughed. “She worries so much about you.”
“Yeah.” He dipped a finger into the paint. “I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s unnecessary.”
Don placed a dollop on Charlie’s nipple and got up on his knees, leaning in to lick it off.
“God, that feels good.”
Don pulled a brush out of the box and used it to draw chocolate symbols on his little brother’s chest – pi and Einstein’s famous equation – the few things he could think of that would mean so much more to the mathematician. His tongue lapped up the sweet, dripping confection, determined to devour every drop.
“You’re going to get hair in your mouth.”
“Wow, Charlie, that’s really sexy,” Don deadpanned. “You never say that when I’m going down on you.”
“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re going down on me.”
“You’re saying you’re not enjoying this?”
“No, no, I’m enjoying this fine.”
“You’re very convincing.” Don spread the chocolate over Charlie’s lips and slowly kissed it off, tongues meeting softly and tentatively.
Charlie pulled back, licking at the traces. “Mmm, that is good.”
“Try this.” Don reached back into the box and produced something small and dark red.
“Raspberries?”
“Correct, Professor.” The agent dipped the fruit into the lines of chocolate on Charlie’s chest and pressed it to his brother’s mouth.
“Isn’t it supposed to be chocolate-covered strawberries?” Charlie teased between bites.
“Yeah, but – ” Don repeated the motion and popped the raspberry into his mouth. “ – then you might start thinking I was being romantic.”
“And chocolate body paint and feeding each other fruit while I’m in the bathtub isn’t romantic how?”
Don’s eyes flashed dark, and a feral smile spread across his face. “You think I’m being romantic, do you?”
Charlie’s smile reflected Don’s. “What else am I supposed to think this is?”
Don peeled off his shirt and quickly undid his belt and zipper, jeans falling to the floor, followed by his boxers. Socks off, and then Don was in the tub between Charlie’s legs, working his fingers inside his brother.
“Jesus, Don,” Charlie sighed, eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open. Don pulled his fingers out and grabbed Charlie’s legs under his knees, spreading him open, one leg lifted up and pressed to the soft spot between Don’s shoulder and chest, the other draped over the edge of the bathtub.
Don slid home in one smooth thrust, nerves on fire as Charlie’s moan dragged on in pain and ecstasy with the kind of beautiful acoustics they could get only in the bathroom, and then paused for his brother to adjust.
“Still think I’m being a romantic?”
Charlie swallowed hard. “Don’t… I don’t… don’t care…”
“What’s that, Chuck? Think I’m going soft on you?” He huffed. “In a manner of speaking.”
Charlie peeked open an eye and smiled. “My sweet, thoughtful boyfriend.”
“Oh-ho, okay.”
Don slammed back in, taking a fast and ruthless pace. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. Charlie keened and wrapped his arms around his big brother’s neck.
“Is this sweet, Chuck? Huh? Romantic?” Don nibbled at Charlie’s earlobe. “Is this nice and tender like how you would do it to Amita?”
“How she wanted me to do it tonight.”
Don paused and pulled back. “Amita tried to fuck you tonight? What’d you tell her?”
“That I’d rather fuck my brother instead. What do you think I told her?” Don pulled out. “Wha-what, what do you think you’re doing?”
Don pulled Charlie’s legs back into the tub with a splash and then readjusted to straddle Charlie’s lap. “Is that why you were jerking off when I came in here?”
Charlie’s eyebrows knitted. “Exactly. There’s nothing that turns me on more than my female coworker and former student.”
Don lowered himself until the tip of Charlie’s cock pressed into him. “You were thinking about fucking somebody.” He sank the rest of the way down until his little brother was completely inside him. “You were thinking about fucking me.”
He rose up and down on Charlie’s cock until Charlie was thrusting back. Each time their hips met was better than the last.
“God, I love fucking your cock, Charlie,” Don hissed, his body and teeth clenching. “You do this so… feels so good.”
Charlie put his hands on Don’s hips and thrust up harder. Their mouths met roughly, all teeth and thick tongues and sloppy lips, desperate to get more and more. Don leaned into Charlie, his cock sliding against his brother’s stomach. Charlie sunk back further into the tub. He lifted his legs and rested his feet on the ledge to get better leverage. Thrusting deeper, Don pushing back harder, faster and faster, their moans and pleas echoed off the walls and rang back to their ears, and they shouted louder, spurned on by the sounds of their exasperation and exhilaration, needing each new moan to sound over the last, to surpass one another in showing the other how perfect it felt, each needing to be the one to better express how amazing their brother could fuck.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
The promise of completion was the spark for the final bursts of desire, coming together and shouting twisted words of endearment.
Don lifted himself off Charlie and turned around in the tub. He rested against Charlie, and their fingers entwined.
“You’re going to have to come up with something else to tell Amita eventually.”
“It’s worked so far.”
“You’ve been doing it for two and a half years.”
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Okay, then, a year and a half.”
“We’ve only been together for six months.” Charlie wrapped his arms tighter around Don. “And you and I have been together for – ”
“Years.” Don shook his head. “You can’t keep playing this game. It’s not fair to her.”
“And what about Nadine and Robin and Liz?”
Don’s voice lowered. “They knew what they were getting into.”
“And Kim?”
The agent turned his head and smiled up at his brother. “I thought I could get rid of you.”
Charlie smiled back. “Well, you never were the genius in the family.”
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