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Hah! I'm done! I finished it before the season premiere tonight! Done!

Notes: Sequel to Absolution
Summary: Charlie and Don deal with the aftermath of a shooting. Basically porn. Lots and lots of porn.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Hey, I forgot last time! Pssst... it's incest.




The house is dark when they get there because Dad’s been touring Napa with his book club for the last week, and the idea of Charlie remembering to leave a light burning when he leaves the house is ludicrous. Don really wants the darkness now anyway, and he’s glad when Charlie moves through the darkened living room without turning on a lamp. Don follows, the ambient light from beyond the windows enough to guide his way, though he thinks he could go through this room that hasn’t changed since his childhood blindfolded.

He pulls out a chair at the table in the kitchen and watches Charlie move to the sink. In one motion Charlie pulls off his shirt so Don can see all that pale skin again, and stands holding the dark, stiffening cloth in his hands.

“Do you think I should burn it?” Charlie asks, sounding at least half-serious.

“You could. I’d think twice about using the sink disposal, though. You’ll burn out the motor.”

Don can’t see Charlie roll his eyes but he knows he does it, right before Charlie starts methodically stuffing the shirt into the trash can. Don lets the silence grow as Charlie turns to wash his hands and scrub at the dark, dried marks on his chest. He watches Charlie splash water on his face, threading his fingers up through his hair.

His hair’s gotten too long, Don thinks; it’s starting to flop into his eyes, and for a second he briefly wishes his father was home. Dad never lets Charlie go so long between haircuts, teasing him gently about the Beatles and Rapunzel like either reference makes sense. He never lets Charlie live on Pepsi and Ritz crackers until his shoulder blades can cast shadows, and he makes Charlie sleep before his body gives him no choice, face creasing papers that contain the mysteries of the universe or the formula for bubble gum or whatever this week’s project is.

Dad’s much better at taking care of Charlie than Don is.

Alan would never let Don almost get Charlie killed. And maybe if he were here Don wouldn’t want… what he wants when he looks at the bow of Charlie’s back, the shape of his body beneath his jeans. Everything. Don wants everything, in every way he can imagine; wants to be everywhere in Charlie and the force of wanting it leaves him hollow.

“You can’t do this. Not anymore,” Don says, and his voice sounds rusted. “It’s too dangerous. You need to be out of it now.”

Charlie turns and in the dim light Don can see that he’s interpreted Don’s fractured sentences correctly. He slicks his too-long hair back and Don wonders how long Charlie’s been his template for attraction.

“You needed me there,” Charlie says, sounding far too rational for the shaky and sick feeling Don still gets when he closes his eyes and watches Charlie fall behind the car again. “You might have been able to get the guy to talk, but I’m the only one who could understand the answers.”

“You could have read the report.” At the office. Or locked in your room.

“You wouldn’t have asked the right questions.” No arrogance, not this time, just certainty. Don can’t even hate him for it.

“We solved hundreds of cases before. Without you.”

“Granted.”

Charlie sounds like he’s conceding a point in a debate with a colleague but his fingers are gentle, threading through Don’s hair like he needs to be calmed or comforted when that’s the last thing Don wants. Don turns his head and lets Charlie’s fingers drift across his face, leans up and lets them brush his mouth. Charlie sighs and steps closer, and it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done to turn his face into Charlie’s body and press his lips to Charlie’s stomach, into the exact place where he’d rested his forehead earlier in the alley. He’d wanted to do this then, taste Charlie’s skin as well as touch it; smooth beneath his lips, salt beneath his tongue, damp with water from the sink.

The sound Charlie makes is raw. His hands are in Don’s hair, insistent now, cradling him close. Don can feel Charlie curl his body around the touch of Don’s lips; leaning over him, keeping him there.

“We can’t go back, you know. Even if we wanted to,” Charlie whispers in the darkness. Don rests his head against Charlie and thinks that if he’d never let Charlie help him he’d still be greeting Charlie in passing, mildly irritated, barely curious. Instead, now Don’s kissed him, nearly killed him.

“Do you want to? Go back?” Don asks. He wants to freeze and wait for Charlie’s answer but he wants to rub his cheek over the rough denim of Charlie’s jeans even more. He does that instead, turning to trace the line of Charlie’s zipper with his mouth.

Charlie sucks in a startled breath and pushes against him once, sharp and aborted.

“God, Don… I want – I want - ” Then Charlie is in his arms, straddling his lap and he can see the answer in Charlie’s half-closed eyes, feel it in the hard weight of Charlie’s body over his. He’s heavier than he looks, and Don shifts forward so they can press together, seamlessly from groin to chest. A warm rush in his veins at the contact and it isn’t everything he wants, but it’s close. When Don can focus again Charlie has closed his eyes and his mouth has gone soft.

“Don…” Low and wondering. “This feels…”

“Yeah.” He needs to brush against Charlie’s soft mouth, pull him even closer as they just get used to the feel of each other. Charlie dips his head, turning his face to nuzzle into Don’s neck with a string of gentle, biting kisses that begin to burn through the fuzziness Don’s felt since the alley. Charlie’s hair is a soft tease against Don’s mouth, tickling his lips in a way that makes him restless and he runs his tongue along the edge of Charlie’s ear; does it again just to feel him shudder.

He needs to kiss Charlie -- now, so he twists his fingers into Charlie’s hair to bring their mouths together, sweet and deep and exactly like Don wants it. Good, so good, and he can’t stop touching. Like the alley, but without the fear, and Don wants to pay attention this time. Charlie’s shoulders are strong beneath his palms, the muscles of his back alive beneath his hands and Charlie moans his approval. When Don reaches the waist of Charlie’s jeans he simply keeps going, molding his hands over the hard curves and dragging Charlie up his body with slow, teasing friction.

Charlie takes his mouth away to gasp, to breathe, and Don tries to follow but now Charlie’s leaning into Don’s shoulder, planting his feet and grinding down heavily, perfectly. Don feels like the slow pressure could dissolve him, melt him through the chair. Obviously somewhere along the line, back when Don wasn’t paying attention, Charlie grew into his body, but Don can still remember the kid he used to be -- awkward and slight, all energy and angles.

A sting of doubt in his throat, small but insistent. He has to ask, and tries to make the words comprehensible instead of the wordless sounds he wants to make at the deliberate motion of Charlie’s body. He turns his face; can’t resist biting at Charlie’s jaw.

“You’ve… done this before, right? Charlie?”

No answer but Charlie is suddenly cupping Don’s face, sealing their mouths together and for a long minute there’s nothing but the knowing, intimate touch of Charlie’s tongue, expertly exploring his mouth and shorting out his brain.

“Wow.” Don swallows. “You’ve been busy.”

At least Charlie’s quirky smile looks a little shaky, too, and he touches his lips to Don’s cheekbone like he can’t resist. “Groupies.”

Math groupies?”

Don can feel Charlie’s smile against his ear, right before Charlie begins to mouth the edge. “You’d be surprised.”

A whisper of warm breath against the sensitive surfaces of his ear and Don wants Charlie’s mouth again, but says, “You know, you really need to be careful…”

And then Charlie is looking down at him, propped on one elbow over Don’s shoulder, leaning on his palm and looking exasperated and sexy and beautiful and Don has to catch his breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to give me a ‘safe sex’ lecture now.” The rest of Charlie’s sentence is muffled as he leans down to pull Don’s collar aside, fingers loosening buttons so Charlie can get to more skin to kiss. “Don’t worry. Dad covered it when I was fourteen.”

Wait.

“Fourteen? I think I was sixteen before he even brought it up –”

Charlie’s laugh while they’re pressed this close together sends vibrations singing through Don’s body.

“You forget – I’m gifted. Always ahead of the curve. And Don?”

“Hmmm?” Murmured against Charlie’s lips.

“Shut up now.” Charlie opens his mouth to make sure of it, presses down so Don can feel just how hard he is, even through layers of denim and wool.

Brat. And forgetting just who the big brother is here.

Don plunges his hands into Charlie’s hair, tilting Charlie’s head until he finds the angle he wants, and taking control of the kiss so thoroughly that Charlie’s helpless sound is almost lost. Minutes of kissing he could drown in, until with a gentle bite to Charlie’s lower lip Don shifts Charlie back, leaning him against the edge of the table and letting him ease what must be a strain on the muscles of his legs. To make sure, he runs his hands up Charlie’s thighs, feels him roll up into the touch with a soft moan that makes Don smile. Skates his fingers over the center of Charlie’s body and feels the strain there, the heat. He rubs once with his knuckles, giving some relief before running possessive hands over Charlie’s chest.

Charlie’s twisting now; the hard, deliberate touch making him squirm with his hands locked hard on Don’s shoulders -- especially when Don scratches over the tiny, hard points of Charlie’s nipples.

“Don. Don, you’re making me – fuck!” Don almost laughs at the word he’s never heard his brother say before, pulled out of him when Don put his mouth and his teeth where his hands had been. He doesn’t laugh, though -- would rather kiss and taste instead, licking over Charlie’s collarbones and finding out what makes Charlie shudder while he gluts his hands on Charlie’s skin.

Charlie’s grip is almost bruising now, tugging at Don’s hair, and Charlie’s hips thrust up once into empty air.

“I can’t – believe… you’re teasing me.” Laughter and frustration in Charlie’s voice at the helplessness of his position; back jammed against the table, legs sprawled over Don’s lap, hard and aching and hanging onto Don so he won’t fall. Immediately contrite even though he really likes having Charlie like this, Don pushes Charlie back, makes him stand. Don’s on his feet so quickly they both stumble back against the table when Don pulls Charlie close, kisses him deeply.

“Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” The words sound rough and strange, far too serious, but Charlie just turns and drags Don with him.

It’s a long way to Charlie’s room, and Don wonders if he’s trapped in that dream where the hallways just lengthen ahead of him and he never gets where he’s going. Progress is nearly impossible with Charlie touching him kissing him undressing him and he starts thinking seriously about the floor as an option, or the stairs. The hallway alcove where he finally gets Charlie’s jeans open is almost impossible to leave, but Charlie is suddenly strong, dragging them both through the door and onto the bed. They fall together in that way that shouldn't work, but he ends up tangled with Charlie just the same.

And God – just heaven to roll Charlie beneath him, cover his body and press him down into the mattress. He uses one hand to cup Charlie’s head, hold him at just the right angle to kiss, and uses the other to touch. Sharp line of Charlie’s jaw beneath his palm, the edge of Charlie’s mouth beneath the pad of his thumb. Then one blinding moment when Charlie turns from Don’s kiss to suck, briefly; a hard tug that goes right to Don’s cock. He pulls his hand free, puts his mouth back on Charlie’s but the kiss is wilder now, messy and wet.

He trails his hand down Charlie’s neck, over the bones of his shoulders and the bare skin of his side, loving how Charlie presses into the touch. Hooking his fingers into the loose, open waist of Charlie’s jeans, he simply tugs; knuckles brushing Charlie’s hip, at the hollow beneath the bone that makes Charlie whimper and thrust.

Getting the rest of Charlie’s clothes off requires moving off of him and Don can’t decide it that’s worth the trade. Charlie decides for him, lifting up to work his jeans down his hips and Don sits up to help. The jeans come off easily, sliding down Charlie’s legs and he lets Charlie deal with getting rid of them, just letting himself look. Charlie – naked – propped up on his elbows and watching Don look at him, and it’s possible that Don’s never been this hard. He needs to touch, and the muscles of Charlie’s thighs are solid beneath his hands; the skin warm as he strokes the crease where thigh and torso meet.

Charlie’s hard for him, too – wet and dark and surging up beneath his hand as he runs his palm from base to tip, thick and silky smooth. Charlie drops his head back, his expression hungry and present like Don has never seen it, and Don feels something like elation. He did this, made Charlie lose all that usual intensity; made all that sharp focus shatter beneath what Don is doing to him.

Touching him. Stroking him, and when he lets his thumb brush across the moist tip Charlie is suddenly scrabbling at the hem of Don’s shirt where it hangs open and untucked from their trip up the stairs.

“Come on,” Charlie says, abruptly urgent. “Off. Off.” Charlie might think he’s helping but he’s just tangling Don up in the layered shirts, and Don has to laugh. Don kneels up to strip them both off over his head. His laughter is abruptly cut off, his body jerking hard when Charlie follows his movements, sitting up to bite at Don’s chest.

“Jesus, Charlie!” The shirts are tangling around Don’s wrists and he struggles to get loose, but he can’t think what sequence of motions would manage it. He can’t think at all because suddenly he’s the one lying on the bed, the mattress firm against his back and Charlie heavy on his chest, all mouth and hands and soft, tickling hair. Down and down and Charlie’s working his belt and buttons free; has him unzipped and open by the time Don finally gets his hands loose. Just in time to cup Charlie’s head and try to stop himself from arching up, because God, Charlie’s mouth – hot and wet and taking him in and he could come just like this if Charlie would ever let him live it down.

Control is something he can vaguely remember but he reaches for it, realizes that he’s talking, begging Charlie for something but God knows what it is. Tries again.

“Charlie – please, up here… be with me.” Charlie lifts his head, dark eyes and wet mouth and Don can’t help it, he moans, then moans again when Charlie unfolds himself and climbs over him. The first shock of skin on skin practically takes him over the edge and all he can do is pull Charlie’s mouth down, pull Charlie’s body down and into the rhythm that’s like falling.

He's frantic now, feeling Charlie’s urgency as well as his own, and he closes his eyes just to feel them rocking together.

“What do you want, Charlie? Tell me what you want…”

“God, Don… anything. You.”

“Charlie…”

“Always you. Just, please –”

So easy to turn Charlie; lay side by side with Charlie’s smooth back against his chest, Charlie’s legs tangled with his longer ones, and just reach down. Charlie shudders when Don closes his hand around him, shifts against Don in a way that makes him crazy, but this is perfect – Charlie here, his to touch and taste and rock against. It doesn’t take much, just a few firm strokes that Charlie thrusts into; fucking Don’s hand until he freezes, jerks, trembles through it while Don holds him tight, tight.

Don doesn’t give him time to come down. Won’t, can’t wait, just shoves Charlie to his back and lays on top of him, rubbing through the slickness on Charlie’s stomach, against the softening flesh of Charlie’s cock. He wants to bite at Charlie’s neck but Charlie won’t let him. Charlie's holding his face in shaky hands so that Charlie can watch, can see what Don looks like when he comes apart. Charlie’s eyes are wild, searching, and it’s almost too intense, too much to take. Charlie must feel it, too, because at the last second he pulls their faces together and lets Don come with Charlie’s tongue in his mouth.

There are endless seconds where Don thinks he’s never going to move again. Or think again. But the drifting patterns Charlie is tracing over his back become increasingly insistent, and Don finally rolls to his side. Charlie curls in against him, like maybe he’d stay close even if Don didn’t close his arms around him and hold him tight enough to feel him breathe. At some point, a shower, a sleeping position that won’t leave them sore in the morning, but for now this is perfect.

“Don’t ask me not to help you,” Charlie says against his throat.

Don shifts slightly, rubbing his face sleepily against Charlie’s. “No more, Charlie. This time… it was just too close. It’s not worth the risk.”

Charlie exhales, and Don can feel his shoulders tense in frustration. “You need me.”

“Yes.”

Simple and frighteningly true, and Charlie just shakes his head, pulling himself even closer to Don. Charlie won’t let this go, Don knows that, but maybe for now they can let it lie. It’s enough.

End
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posted by [identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com at 11:37pm on 23/09/2005
You promised us the smutty sequel and you delivered and I will always love you for that!

Damn! That was so hot! So sexy and erotic and just - I love this needy!sex, it felt desperate, out of control while at the same time still loving and intense and it was fucking brilliant! Love how Charlie is far from being passive - and it's obvious Don needed that right now and talk about a beautiful sight!

Speaking of beautiful sight, I loved pretty much everything you wrote but can I say how much I enjoyed the whole Charlie-straddling-Don's-lap? Because oh yeah, beautiful image here! Of course it was just the beginning and what followed was... magic, or something *g*

Loved the intensity of their feelings, the craving - physical and mental. That was wonderful *kisses*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 09:52pm on 25/09/2005
hee! So glad that you liked it, and that it was smutty enough! *g* I can so see Don wanting to control it when they're together, but I think Charlie would have his own ideas, too. Any relationship would have to take into account the fact that the brotherly rivalry would still come into play.

They're so much fun to write!

Thanks so much, hon! *hugs*
 
posted by [identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com at 11:40pm on 23/09/2005
Of course, everyone's going to be watching so no one's going to be on lj to read it *g*, but I don't care!

Right... It's almost 2.00 am here and I'll be sleeping while you'll all be watching so come again? Who's not on LJ to read the fic? *sticks tongue*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:00am on 24/09/2005
eeep! My North American bias is showing... (isn't everyone in my time zone? *blink*) I'll edit accordingly. *g*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:03am on 24/09/2005
PS I knew you didn't actually sleep. hee!
 
posted by [identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com at 10:57pm on 24/09/2005
My North American bias is showing.

No worries. Being non-American on LJ, you get used to it pretty quickly, to be honest lol
 
posted by [identity profile] schnaucl.livejournal.com at 11:54pm on 23/09/2005
Well, I'm on the West Coast so I have lots of time to read it (though not much time to respond, I'm meeting a friend soon). It really is absolutely lovely. Hot and sexy too, but lovely.

I love that Charlie had the sex talk sooner than Don did, and the concept of math groupies.

Better feedback this weekend.

I loved it, if you can't tell.
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posted by [identity profile] dsudis.livejournal.com at 01:15am on 24/09/2005
Oh. My God. So very hot. I can't even--just, nrrrngr.

He wants to freeze and wait for Charlie’s answer but he wants to rub his cheek over the rough denim of Charlie’s jeans even more. He does that instead, turning to trace the line of Charlie’s zipper with his mouth.

That. Right there. Don too totally unstrung to even stop and think, and his mouth on Charlie's jeans and I am totally, completely, dead with love for this. And ready for it to be ten o'clock. now.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:07am on 26/09/2005
*bg* So, so glad that you liked! :) I love the idea of Don being a little out of control where Charlie is concerned. Okay, a lot out of control. *g*

And yay! New season joy!
 
posted by [identity profile] sarren.livejournal.com at 02:11am on 24/09/2005
Wow, that's intense. And HOT.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 09:53pm on 25/09/2005
hee! Thanks! I'm so glad you thought so!

(And your icon? Oh. God. *melts*)
 
posted by [identity profile] sarren.livejournal.com at 09:44am on 28/09/2005
It's actually from a publicity photo of Ian Somerhalder. Just in case you were wondering :)
 
posted by [identity profile] wrenlet.livejournal.com at 02:49am on 24/09/2005
Mmmmph. *bites lip* I so love these boys out-of-control. I, yeah. Chair sex.

He wants to bite at Charlie’s neck but Charlie won’t let him. Charlie's holding his face in shaky hands so that Charlie can watch, can see what Don looks like when he comes apart.

Ahhhh, yes. So lovely.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 09:54pm on 25/09/2005
So glad you liked! *bg* And chair sex is just too much fun to write.

Thanks so much for commenting! :)
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posted by [personal profile] spikedluv at 03:28am on 24/09/2005
*worships at the Altar of Audra*

This? Was perfect. I could see them so easily, and bloody hell, it was hot! Intense and powerful and sensual and emotional, did I mention?, hot! I loved loved loved this. I especially liked how Don wants to protect Charlie, but Charlie wants to be there for Don as well, protecting him the only way he can, with the information he provides. Okay, I lied. I did like that, but I liked the, holy hell hot!, sex the best. *g*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 11:50pm on 25/09/2005
Thank you!! They are so much fun to write! I like a strong Charlie, and I'm glad that he came across that way. *g*

(And when you think something I wrote actually achieved hotness, I do the happy dance. *bg*)
 
posted by [identity profile] sori1773.livejournal.com at 06:28am on 24/09/2005
Where do I start...?

He slicks his too-long hair back and Don wonders how long Charlie’s been his template for attraction.

OMG. Slicked hair, SHIRTLESS...!!

Instead, now Don’s kissed him, nearly killed him.

Gorgeous, perfect angst that makes me want to weep.

Charlie must feel it, too, because at the last second he pulls their faces together and lets Don come with Charlie’s tongue in his mouth.

*DIES* (No, really, that KILLED me!)

Gorgeous! I love the atmosphere you've created - angsty and sensual with very real, subtle humor (math groupies!!). Loved it! *bg*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:11am on 26/09/2005
hee! *bounce* So glad that you liked it! And you thought it had some humour! Yay! Because I think even in the midst of this physical encounter they'd still be brothers, and act like brothers, you know? (and wow, that's still kinda squicky. *bg*)

Thanks, thanks, thanks! *hugs*
 
posted by [identity profile] cain1999.livejournal.com at 06:56am on 24/09/2005
Very hot! I am very new to the fandom considering that they only recently started showing Numb3rs on German TV, but I instantly fell in love with the series...and well I spotted the Don/Charlie vibes miles away. ;-)
I think I read Absolution three or four days ago and this fic is a worthy, steamy sequel.
One thing that Don should try to think about: even if he really were to protect his little brother in a way that would include him not allowing Charlie to work on their cases anymore...he cannot forget Charlie's clearance level. If Charlie were to cease consulting for the FBI in answer to Don't request, there are still the CDC, NSA, NASA, CIA and any other agency interested in his brilliant mind and things might or mght not get even more dangerous there.
Maybe you could write a fic with Charlie consulting for NSA? I don't think that Don has the same clearance level and it would do for much angsting. :p
Anyway...great fic!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:17am on 26/09/2005
So glad you're joining the Numb3rs love, and so, so glad that you liked the story! *bg*

Once upon a time this piece and the last went together in an outline that had an actual plot that had Charlie still needing to do government type work, even though Don was opposed. hee! Because you're absolutely right -- Charlie's involvement wouldn't be entirely up to Don. If I continue this, I will definitely take into account your suggestions. *g*

Thanks so much for commenting!

(And I love your Ioan icon! Now I can use mine! *bg*)
 
posted by [identity profile] cain1999.livejournal.com at 07:23am on 27/09/2005
Definitely joining the Numb3rs love! I watched ep.4 yesterday and Don trying to help out Charlie even though he did not belief in the suicide being murder made me smile. It was clear throughout the episode that there were still great tensions between the brothers but did not deter them from helping each other. At one point when Don walked out on Charlie I feared that noone would be interested in the secrutiy of Cole Tower but I did not realise that no matter how mad Don can be at Charlie for trying to prove he is right, he will always listen to him. And I really admired it that although he was fairly sure that the student *did* commit suicide, he still had Charlie's back.

He, he...Ioan...abother dark-eyed, curly haired hottie. I love his Hornblower portrayal and his Lancelot was sex on legs. :-)
Your icon is one of my fav Lancelot-Arthur moments.
 
posted by [identity profile] schnaucl.livejournal.com at 07:38am on 24/09/2005
Dad’s much better at taking care of Charlie than Don is.

I like that whole section about the little (and not so little) ways that Alan takes care of Charlie.

and the force of wanting it leaves him hollow.

I really like that phrase. It's powerful and moving.


“We can’t go back, you know. Even if we wanted to,” Charlie whispers in the darkness. Don rests his head against Charlie and thinks that if he’d never let Charlie help him he’d still be greeting Charlie in passing, mildly irritated, barely curious. Instead, now Don’s kissed him, nearly killed him.


That paragraph is just lovely. I especially love Don's thoughts about what might have been and this, oh this is so much better.

“Wow.” Don swallows. “You’ve been busy.”


I love this. I love that Charlie doesn't simply tell Don, he shows him that he's done this before. It's a very Charlie thing to do.

“Math groupies?”

Don can feel Charlie’s smile against his ear, right before Charlie begins to mouth the edge. “You’d be surprised.”


Again, I love this whole section. (I also think Amita is a math groupie, but that's neither here nor there). I love that Charlie got "the talk" earlier than Don did since Don's the one I naturally think of as being more experienced.

“Shut up now.”

That's just Perfect. It's a lovely role reversal since usually it's Charlie who's merrily babbling away.

Brat. And forgetting just who the big brother is here.

And that's perfect too. So very Don.

Laughter and frustration in Charlie’s voice at the helplessness of his position;

I love that image. I can see it so clearly in my mind.

He did this, made Charlie lose all that usual intensity; made all that sharp focus shatter beneath what Don is doing to him.

So very lovely. And Charlie desperately needs someone who can do that for him.

and he could come just like this if Charlie would ever let him live it down.

I love it! That's the real concern, of course.

Charlie's holding his face in shaky hands so that Charlie can watch, can see what Don looks like when he comes apart. Charlie’s eyes are wild, searching, and it’s almost too intense, too much to take. Charlie must feel it, too, because at the last second he pulls their faces together and lets Don come with Charlie’s tongue in his mouth.

I love that part, too. It works so well for them. Of course Charlie wants to know what Don looks like when Don comes undone. He wants to know everything about Don.

“Don’t ask me not to help you,” Charlie says against his throat.

Don shifts slightly, rubbing his face sleepily against Charlie’s. “No more, Charlie. This time… it was just too close. It’s not worth the risk.”

Charlie exhales, and Don can feel his shoulders tense in frustration. “You need me.”

“Yes.”

Simple and frighteningly true, and Charlie just shakes his head, pulling himself even closer to Don. Charlie won’t let this go, Don knows that, but maybe for now they can let it lie. It’s enough.


That whole section is just wonderful. It's so perfect and there are so many layers to Don needing Charlie.

Will they stay together, do you think? I have the impression that they will, and I like that feeling. Gives me warm fuzzies.

Really, this was wonderful and lovely and thank you so much for sharing.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 04:40pm on 27/09/2005
hey, there! *G* I had a long response written to your comment last night and tried to post it just as my connection died, and poof! SO discouraging. *bg*

I'm so glad that you liked the story! I wanted them to still obviously be brothers in this -- all squicks aside, if they were to have a physical relationship, the 29 years of being siblings wouldn't just disappear. There would still be rivalry and teasing and one-upman-ship *g* as well as protectiveness and of course, love.

It's kind of a challenge to write them together(for me anyway), b/c there are so many aspects that need to be included. I didn't even touch on the guilt and regret -- that could come after the initial urgency, perhaps.

In answer to your question (hee!) I think they'll stay together, too.

Anyway, thank you again for your wonderful comment -- I can't tell you what a treat it was to read! *hugs*
 
posted by [identity profile] schnaucl.livejournal.com at 08:36pm on 28/09/2005
and tried to post it just as my connection died, and poof! SO discouraging.

My sympathy! I hate that. The only thing more annoying is when I accidentally close the tab or window myself.

I wanted them to still obviously be brothers in this -- all squicks aside, if they were to have a physical relationship, the 29 years of being siblings wouldn't just disappear. There would still be rivalry and teasing and one-upman-ship *g* as well as protectiveness and of course, love.

Exactly! I think the brother relationship is every bit as important as the lover relationship. And I thought you did an excellent job balancing them.

I didn't even touch on the guilt and regret -- that could come after the initial urgency, perhaps.

Yeah, I think it would hit then. They're both still a little shocky at the moment.

Besides, I really like the sweet Charlie/Don stories, they're few and far between.

In answer to your question (hee!) I think they'll stay together, too.

Excellent! That's what a girl wants to hear!

Anyway, thank you again for your wonderful comment -- I can't tell you what a treat it was to read! *hugs*

Hee! I'm glad! Reading your stories is always a great! *hugs*
 
posted by [identity profile] justabi.livejournal.com at 10:49am on 24/09/2005
I love you. I want to have your metaphorical babies.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:21am on 26/09/2005
hee! Thank you for that -- what a nice thing to say! *bg* I'm thrilled that you liked it. *hugs*

(As long as I'm not the one who has to carry these metaphoroical kids. *lame joke by currently VERY pregnant woman*)
 
posted by [identity profile] justabi.livejournal.com at 05:04am on 26/09/2005
*pets your big, pregnant tummy*
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posted by [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/tesserae_/ at 03:22pm on 24/09/2005
Oh. My.

Gah.

Hot and gorgeous and - from what I've seen of the show - you've got the characterizations spot on...and did I say hot?

What a lovely way to start the day!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 11:59pm on 26/09/2005
hi, there!

I'm thrilled that you liked it! And it's a fun fandom -- check out [livejournal.com profile] numb3rs_slash. Lots of good stuff in the memories section. *pimp, pimp* *bg*

Thanks so much for commenting. :)
 
posted by [identity profile] pro-f-iler.livejournal.com at 05:01am on 25/09/2005
I did not think it was possible, but every fic you write only gets better than the last. This was SO GOOD, Audra. Seriously beautiful. If you don't already, you should write your own fiction and get it published. You have a way with words that astound and move me.

Bravo!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:08am on 27/09/2005
*bg* Wow -- thank you!! *blush* That's a lovely thing to say, and completely inspiring. *bg* So glad that you enjoyed the story!

*hugs*
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posted by [identity profile] dubhartach.livejournal.com at 01:27pm on 25/09/2005
Gah. I have nothing more coherent to say - my brain has melted. Great stuff.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:09am on 27/09/2005
hee! Thanks so much!! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. *bg*
 
posted by [identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com at 07:55pm on 25/09/2005
Holy moly cannoli.

I love stories like this, which are incendiary not only for the sex but for the characterization revealed by the sex. This is an absolutely splendid example of such a story.

And now I'm retiring to my bunk.

*takes story with*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:15am on 27/09/2005
*bg* So happy that you liked it! And I'm so excited that you thought it was in character. *g*

Thanks for taking the time to comment. *g*
 
posted by [identity profile] giddyfangirl.livejournal.com at 01:18pm on 26/09/2005
Wow. Hello, unbelievable hotness. Not only did you hit damn near all of my kinks - the alleyness, Don thinking about taking care of Charlie, the chair and table, the urgency, brat!Charlie - but you kept them *in character* the whole time, which is so often neglected but so damn good when it's not.
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 12:17am on 27/09/2005
I'm so glad that the story worked for you! *bg* I enjoy writing these two, and I'm thrilled that you thought they were in character -- that's always the big challenge, isn't it? *bg*

Thanks for commenting - I really appreciate it. :)
 
posted by [identity profile] sparklinblossom.livejournal.com at 01:36am on 27/09/2005
“We can’t go back, you know. Even if we wanted to,” Charlie whispers in the darkness.

Gah! That was wonderful darling, I love the potential of Charlie being hurt while helping Don and the effects afterwards.
*loves*
May I keep this by my bedside? *puppy dog eyes*
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 04:44pm on 27/09/2005
hee! All yours! So glad that you enjoyed it. *bg* Thanks for commenting!

(and your icon? *dies*)
 
posted by [identity profile] sparklinblossom.livejournal.com at 05:26pm on 27/09/2005
*loves*
Charlie/Don pron, oh how I have missed you!
*brings you back to life*
Icon is snaggable darling...*giggles*
It looks like Charlie is about to straddle Don, doesn't it?
 
posted by [identity profile] red-tanger.livejournal.com at 08:24pm on 03/10/2005
So my computer crashed, and I'm reading this now. Anyway, would you like some kind of review, maybe? I'm afraid that's still too much to ask for. You'll have to settle for fawning.
Wow. This ties so well in with the last one, just as hot and even more (if possible) emotional than before. Love.it.to.pieces :)
And, also, this:
“Jesus, Charlie!” The shirts are tangling around Don’s wrists and he struggles to get loose, but he can’t think what sequence of motions would manage it.
Too hot for words.

/Tanger
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 09:53pm on 03/10/2005
*bg* Dude, any comment is wonderful IMO, and yours made my day. Thrilled that you liked it - thanks! *bg*
 
posted by [identity profile] evilsimon.livejournal.com at 07:38am on 24/11/2005
Math groupies!

Brilliant and sexy and so very much what I have seen in the show and gone 'YES THAT THERE I AM RIGHT THEY HAVE A THING'. yey!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 04:59am on 14/12/2005
evil lj didn't send me this comment! I'm so sorry this is so late, but thank you so, so much for your kind words! (and they do have a thing! There's just no denying it. Lucky for us! *bg*)
 
posted by [identity profile] pinkdoom.livejournal.com at 04:59am on 01/08/2007
It's two-way hurt/comfort, all needy and sexy and just amazing :) This and Absolution...just beautiful. *grins* And *squees*...in a chair! Guh, kink button lit up right there! What a wonderful, mind-fizzling set of stories!
 
posted by [identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com at 11:57pm on 04/08/2007
so very glad you enjoyed! and I very much appreciate the comment, too. *g* thanks! :D

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