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29 April 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Changing the Game  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge April 2011 Rewind – Basketball, Cocky, Jump, Defense


Title: Changing the Game
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: None
Summary: A simple wager over a basketball game turns serious in the bedroom
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


107. Basketball

Jump, shoot, dribble, rebound, lay up... Don liked how playing basketball turned his mind off after a rough week. Charlie was a formidable opponent because he knew all of Don's moves by heart. No faking out someone you've known since birth.

Charlie recovered the ball after Don's baskets and stepped out of bounds, breathing hard as he tossed the ball from hand to hand.

"How about we up the stakes?"

The gleam in his eye made Don catch his breath.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... Winner gets to do whatever they want..." He stepped closer so only Don could hear him. "...in bed."



115. Cocky

Charlie played hard. Don played harder.

No matter what he did, Don pushed himself to win, to wipe that cocky grin off his brother's face. A few times he let himself be distracted by Charlie brushing suggestively against him seemingly innocuously but designed to send his brain reeling towards the bed part of the equation.

Charlie had never said no to Don's requests, but then Don had kept himself from asking out of concern for what Charlie might think. This? This was carte blanche for any of his more out there fantasies.

Or, Don thought with a shiver, Charlie's fantasies.



226. Jump

He'd never done this before.

Body thrumming with adrenaline, Don took the stairs to his apartment by threes.

He'd blown off the booking of the suspects, he'd left the report for later, he still smelled of sweat and cordite after the gun battle.

And he hadn't removed his tactical gear.

But then, that was part of the plan.

He burst through the door and strode into the bedroom to find Charlie lounging on the bed, curled up in Don's bathrobe.

His big brown eyes widened as Don jumped him, tearing the robe open, mouth and teeth voracious for bare flesh.



166. Defense

Whatever meager defenses Charlie attempted they were no match for Don's feral attack. He pinned the writhing body beneath him, snarling a warning, and released his stiff cock from his jeans with black leather gloved hands.

Each thrust felt violent: kick in the gut brutal. Fingernails dug in, leaving deep crescents on tender hips.

In the deep recesses of his id-addled brain, Charlie's guttural howl registered eventually as desire, not fear.

Charlie wanted this too.

As waves of pleasure swamped him - his fantasy finally made perfect by the release of worrying about Charlie - Don understood.

Charlie had let him win.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on May 1st, 2011 08:18 am (UTC)
Confession
O hai Cesters! Did you think I forgot about you? /big grin/

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
devon99 on May 1st, 2011 12:19 pm (UTC)
The image of Don in his tac gear, all hot and sweaty, racing up the stairs is just...

*spontaneously combusts*
rubynye: Back to Back (Numb3rs)rubynye on May 1st, 2011 01:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is GLORIOUS. *shivers in delight*
tres_mechante: not-so-innocent Charlietres_mechante on May 3rd, 2011 06:05 pm (UTC)
comment - changing the game
Well of course Charlie let him win! *snerk* Honestly, sometimes Don is just too easy.

Fabulous progression to that final revelation. And I'll let that image of the sweaty hot-and-bothered boys keep me company while I'm processing paperwork.

Speaking of, best get back to it.

Thank you for sharing this! Really...thank you! :D