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29 December 2005 @ 05:25 am
Numb3rs Fic: Remembering  
Posted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Remembering (Sequel to Being There)
Series/Universe: Last Call
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: UP, Sacrifice, Soft Target
Summary: At thirteen and at thirty, Charlie loves making his brother come undone
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"Charlie?"

"Not now, Don. I'm in the middle of a complex expression and I don't want to lose my train of thought."

Don smirked behind Charlie's back.

"Okay, buddy. Wouldn't want to take you away from your math. I'll just leave you alone for a while. Mom and Dad won't be back from the movies for another two hours, so you'll have plenty of uninterrupted quality time with your numbers."

Don could tell that Charlie hadn't paid attention to a word he'd said, which only made him smirk even more. He walked up behind Charlie's chair and put his hands on the back of it, close enough for his brother to notice, without actually touching him.

"I'll be busy up in my bedroom if you need anything," he said, his voice nonchalant on the surface, but lower in pitch than normal.

Don walked to the stairs, glancing back at Charlie's head bent low over his notebook. Even though Charlie had cut his hair short before starting high school, Don missed the wild curls of his childhood. He'd been fascinated with the ringlets since Charlie was an infant, playing with them, twirling them around his finger, stretching them out only to watch them bounce back into place...

When Charlie was two, Don stole a pair of scissors and cut off one of the curls to keep in his special lock box with all his other boyhood treasures. His mother had scolded him when she'd discovered the badly cut hair, but never asked what became of the lock itself. Don kept it tucked away in an envelope in the box, and although the other contents of the box had changed over time, it had not. When Charlie was nine, Don pulled it out and compared it to his little brother's adolescent curls as he slept one night. Don marveled at the subtle differences in the baby hair and desperately wanted to cut a new lock, but didn't.

One day they went in for their regular haircuts and Charlie decided he was old enough to make up his own mind. He pointed to Don's hair, which had just been trimmed, and asked to have his cut the same way. Don protested loudly, but their mother assuaged him with promises of a special treat as long as he let Charlie have his way.

So Charlie's curls came off and stayed off. When he started senior year with Don, he still had the same short hair.

On the way out, Don had swiped one of the few remaining intact ringlets from the floor. It would join the other one in the envelope. The two ringlets stayed with Don throughout college and many moves across the country, until they wound up in his apartment in L.A.

When Charlie was thirty, Don added a third to the envelope.

+

"You want a lock of my hair?"

It was more a statement than a question, but Charlie still stared at Don as if he could explain his request.

"I told you, it's a stupid thing to ask for, but it's what I want. You asked, I answered."

"Well, when I asked you what I could give you of mine, I thought maybe you'd ask for one of my t-shirts or something which, by the way, is what I want. I want one of your black t-shirts. I know you have more than one so you won't miss it."

Don gestured to his bureau. "There's one in there."

Charlie found the black t-shirt in one of the drawers and tossed it over to Don, who looked at him quizzically.

"Put it on. You have to wear it for a little while before it will smell like you."

Don shook his head in disbelief, but pulled his existing t-shirt over his head. "You're getting way too into this exchange of material possessions thing, buddy."

When Don pulled his head out of the t-shirt he found that Charlie had crossed the room when he hadn't been looking. Charlie ran his hands up Don's now bare chest.

"Or I could just be looking for excuses to get your clothes off."

"Using your genius against me, are you?" Don chided. He tossed the t-shirt in his hand on the bed, but made no move to pick up the clean black one.

"Always for good, never for evil," Charlie joked, in a fake innocent tone. "Well..." His tone turned deeper and softer. "Maybe for the best kind of evil..."

His hands dipped down to Don's waist and he tugged at the button of his jeans. "Come on... You can't possibly be hesitant after what we did this morning, " he teased. "Unless of course your first experience as a bottom was so good, it drove all memory of sex with women from your brain, and you've forgotten how to use this thing." He slid his hand down to cup the front of Don's jeans.

"I haven't forgotten how it works," Don tossed back. "Trust me. But there is one more thing you still need to teach me; something that might be best taught by demonstration."

"Oh?" Charlie smirked. "What might that be?"

Don merely put his hands on Charlie's shoulders and pressed down.

Charlie laughed. "Don, you're in your thirties! There's no way you can get me to believe that you haven't experienced oral sex!"

"Not from a guy," Don reminded him. "Argyle said that guys know what guys like and that makes a difference. I want to see the difference. Besides, when women did it in the past, I certainly wasn't taking pointers on how to do it myself one day."

"Fair enough," Charlie chuckled. "You're going to want to lie down for this then."

"Oh?" Don challenged. "You don't think I could manage to stay standing while I'm being blown?"

"You've never been blown by me before," Charlie said, tauntingly.

Don looked him in the eye for a second. "No, we never did go that far, did we?" He tossed both t-shirts onto a nearby chair to clear off the bed. "Okay then," he said. "On the bed it is."

+

Charlie finished off a page in his notebook, using the margins to write his few remaining thoughts on the same page rather than starting a new one.

He took a deep breath once he was finished and then turned to a new blank page. Before he could put his pencil to paper again, a somewhat vague memory crystallized in his head with absolute clarity.

Don had told him he'd be busy in his bedroom.

Charlie dropped his pencil and practically raced up the stairs.

Don's bedroom door was only a sliver ajar, but Charlie pushed it open quickly, without knocking.

The room was empty.

Charlie took a few steps in and looked around, confused.

"What did I tell you about being in my room?"

Don's voice behind him made him jump guiltily. He watched his brother enter the room, fresh from a shower he'd never heard running apparently, wearing only a towel around his waist and drying his hair with a second towel. Don closed and then locked the bedroom door before walking over to the bed.

"I'm not allowed in your room while you're gone," Charlie intoned. "But you weren't supposed to be gone! You told me..." Charlie's voice faltered when Don lay down on the bed, bending his knee to prop up one leg. Charlie knew if he took a step to the left, he'd have a clear view under the towel, but stood his ground.

Don, looking smug, merely said, "I figured you didn't hear me, so I thought I'd hop in the shower. I mean..." He pretended to look disinterested. "If you're more interested in math than in getting off..." Don shrugged. "That's your business."

"Bastard," Charlie grumbled as he flopped down on Don's bed. "That was mean."

"Mean? Me?" Don protested. "I'm not the one ignoring his only brother just to do schoolwork!"

"Well, technically that wasn't schoolwork," Charlie argued. "That was my private study math, so I have to have it done before my next session with Professor Halpurn."

"Charlie?" Don shook his head and looked at his brother, who gave him a questioning glance in return. "Shut up."

Charlie just grinned, used to Don's teasing by now. "So..." he said lightly, trying to act as if being in Don's room with the door locked still wasn't a big deal to him. "If I can't talk about math, did you have something more entertaining in mind?" His fingertips reached out a couple of inches to barely graze the edges of the towel Don was wearing.

"Not that you can do with your clothes on," Don chided, giving Charlie a nudge with his foot to get him to get off his bed.

"Oh, yeah," Charlie mumbled, almost blushing. It was Don who had come up with the rules about clothing. In truth, Don had come up with all the rules. Door always locked. Mom and Dad had to be gone for at least two hours. An alarm had to be set to make sure they didn't fall asleep afterwards - learned the hard way when they both had, only waking up when they heard the car in the driveway. Hands only, no mouths, no kissing and preferably very little talking, save the inevitable obscenities in Don's case.

Charlie quickly undressed and put his clothes in Don's bottom drawer on top of a stack of sports magazines. Don had been concerned that their mother might get suspicious if their clothing smelled, so he'd decided they both had to be completely naked with their clothing put away so it wouldn't be affected. He would even make Charlie run across the hallway naked to his bedroom to get dressed afterwards while he aired out his own room. Don had been surprised that Charlie never protested, but then Charlie never admitted how much seeing Don naked excited him.

He turned around to find that Don had undone his towel and laid it over the bed. He was lightly stroking himself as he waited, and Charlie swallowed hard at the sight. As casually as he could manage, he headed back over to the bed and lay down next to Don.

Their parents had broken down and bought the double size bed for Don a couple of years earlier. He'd asked repeatedly for one, but they'd kept telling him he had no need for anything bigger then a twin size. He'd finally agreed with them and stopped asking. Then one night he fell out of bed loudly. His parents came running to make sure he was all right, but he downplayed it, claiming he must have been having a nightmare. He fell out of bed three more times in the next several weeks, the final time hurting his knee badly enough that he limped around for several days afterwards. He got his double bed and had his room rearranged so it would be up against a wall, leaving only one side for him to potentially fall out of. Charlie had long suspected that Don was falling out of bed on purpose just to get a bigger bed for when he snuck girlfriends into the house, but the most confirmation he'd ever gotten was a subtle wink from Don the first time Charlie came home from school and saw it.

"So, am I here just as a spectator today?" Charlie tilted his head towards Don's hand, which was still on his own dick.

"Don't worry," Don chuckled. "You still get to drive. I'm just warming up the engine for you." He reached over, took Charlie's hand, and brought it to his crotch to take his place. Only partially hard before, Don's cock sprang to life in his hand. Charlie never stopped marveling that it was his presence that made that happen. Excited, he started stroking, unconsciously speeding up.

"Whoa," Don put a hand over his to still him for a moment. "Driving doesn't necessarily mean you floor it as soon as you get behind the wheel." Charlie flushed, embarrassed. "Start slow. We've got plenty of time. I'm not in any rush, are you?"

Charlie desperately wanted to say that he was, that he couldn't wait for Don's hands on him, but instead he just shook his head and started stroking slowly.

"Much better," Don told him. "You can try it like this too." Don reached over and wrapped his hand around Charlie's dick - painfully hard from the moment he'd seen Don naked - and started stroking. He moved his hand in cadence with Charlie's, but twisted on the upstroke. Almost immediately, Charlie's breath caught and he froze up, letting the hand on Don fall lax, forgotten.

Don brought his hand to a halt, but didn't remove it. "Man, you really need to learn some patience! What do you think a girl is going to think of you if you can only last a few seconds? Stamina, Charlie. You have to learn some stamina."

Charlie didn't dare tell Don that lately he was more interested in guys than girls, so he just focused on getting his breathing under control. "What do you think I'm doing here?" he joshed. "I can get myself off just fine. You're supposed to be teaching me what I need to know about patience and stamina!"

"Fine," Don joked back. "Use your math. Count backwards or do square roots in your head. It'll distract you a little and help you last longer."

"You're telling me to mix math and sex?" Charlie laughed out loud. "I may never be able to look at my equations the same way again!"

"Hey, I use baseball all the time and it doesn’t affect how I play on the field. I run stats in my head for a few seconds and it's enough time to get my control back. Of course you could always say 'stop'."

Both Don and Charlie knew that was the last thing Charlie would ever say.

"Come on," Don said. "Try again. Remember to keep breathing too."

Don waited for Charlie to start stroking him again and then started up himself, using a lighter touch than before.

More under control, Charlie was able to mirror the stroke Don was using after a few more seconds. They continued for a few minutes, their breathing becoming more shallow and rapid as their strokes grew in speed and intensity.

Don brought out his other hand, licked his palm generously, then changed tactics - using his existing hand to stroke only the shaft while his wet hand palmed the head.

It was more sensation than Charlie could bear at once. Any words he tried to get out were strangled in his throat as his body stiffened and his lungs failed him. Every nerve ending was suddenly on fire, a fire radiating out from the point of contact between him and Don. As always, the scant few seconds of bliss were over too soon, and Charlie realized he was clutching Don's arm in a near death grip.

Reluctantly he peeled his fingers away, expecting a complaint from Don.

Don however, said nothing about it, merely taking a moment to wipe his hands off on the edge of the towel. "You're getting better every time," he said kindly.

"You always last so much longer, though," Charlie said, disappointed in himself as always.

"I'm not thirteen anymore," Don reminded him. "Sure, you'll grow out of the hair trigger response in time, but that doesn't mean stamina's not worth working for. That's always a good thing to have. I mean, who wouldn't want something that feels this good to keep on going?"

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. He dragged his fingers lightly up Don's still hard cock, feeling it twitch at his touch. "Now it's your turn."

+

"So, is your plan to tease me to death?" Don asked, trying to sound relaxed even though Charlie had gotten him pretty worked up in only a matter of minutes.

Once he'd gotten Don on the bed, he'd moved at a torturously slow pace. He'd taken his time with his jeans, undoing the buttons one by one as he kissed and licked his chest. He'd worked his boxers down an inch at a time, licking each new bit of skin he exposed as he lowered them. Once naked, he'd done just about everything, but put his mouth on Don's cock.

Charlie had spread Don's thighs and bent his knees, putting a pillow under his hips. He'd licked his way along the inside of Don's thighs and, in a surprise move, spread Don's ass cheeks and tongued his entrance. Startled, Don had jumped at the sudden invasion, but found himself flooded with unexpected pleasure at the unique experience.

He'd worked his way up from there, licking just behind Don's sac, taking his balls into his mouth and sucking on them - something no woman had ever done to him - and then finally tormenting him by brushing his soft curls over his entire groin, letting their feather light caresses drive his desire even higher.

"What's the matter, Don?" Charlie rubbed his stubbled jaw against Don's inner thigh then soothed it with soft kisses. "Am I testing your stamina too much?"

Not rising to take the obvious bait, Don stayed cool. "No, just wondering if the gay definition of cocksucking somehow left out the actual cock sucking part."

Charlie laughed. "Hey, I don't want to give gay sex a bad reputation by ignoring foreplay! Besides, you kept pushing me to learn patience when we were younger, so I thought I'd show you how good I'd gotten at it over the years."

"Charlie..." Don's voice was dangerously low in his throat.

"Yeah, I know," Charlie teased. "Put up or shut up. I get it. Now lie back and close your eyes. I think you're going to like this part."

+

Charlie froze briefly to make sure the car coming down the street wasn't their parent's. Once it passed, he licked his palm as Don had done and lowered his hands to Don's waiting erection.

-

Charlie smiled at Don and pushed him to lay back down with a hand on his chest. Once Don settled down, Charlie positioned himself over Don's painfully hard cock and then lowered his mouth to it.

-

Charlie wrapped one hand around the shaft, as Don had done, then palmed the head. The action was awkward at first, but Charlie quickly figured it out, managing a rhythm between the two competing motions.

-

Charlie took in Don's entire cock then closed his mouth tightly around it as he pulled back, dragging his lips slowly over the hard length until he reached the head. He kept the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue lightly over it before making the tip into a rigid point and pressing it into the center of the sensitive cap.

-

Don certainly had more stamina than his brother, but Charlie knew he had his limits. He watched Don close his eyes tightly, screwing up his face in concentration as his mouth fell open, panting and gasping in time with Charlie's rapidly escalating movements.

-

Don threw his head back at the sudden and overwhelming pleasure, his thighs tensing under Charlie's hands. A low moan escaped him and a hand drifted into Charlie's curls to urge him on.

-

As the lubrication from his wet palm began to fail, Charlie's mind cast about for what to try next. He knew Don had put mouths on the verboten list, but he desperately wanted to just abandon the rules and take Don into his mouth - taste him, feel him respond to his tongue, suck him until he came. Instead he dragged a hand through the splatters on his own abdomen he'd not cleaned up yet. He moistened both hands, then quickly put them back on Don. Now slick, his hands moved faster than before.

Gasping, Don objected, "Hey, that's not fair. Girls don't get to do that."

"You're not with a girl right now," Charlie told him, bluntly. "Might as well enjoy the fringe benefits."

-

For as much as he teased before, Charlie didn't hold back now. He ran his tongue along the underside of Don's cock, repeatedly sucked just the head into his mouth before releasing it, and finally took him deep, slowly swallowing him over and over.

Between pants, Don managed a few words. "Not bad..." he teased. "But not that different from women either."

"I'm not done yet," Charlie said calmly.

-

"Oh fuck... Fuck, yes... Yes..." Charlie had grown accustomed to hearing Don swear as he neared completion, but it never ceased to please him to hear those foul words fall from his brother's normally polite mouth.

Unable to move much faster than he already was, he added the final dimension to his technique he'd been holding back on: pressure.

As Charlie's light touch intensified with his grip, Don arched and swore louder, his body convulsing as he finally lost control.

-

"Charlie, fuck... Please..." Charlie had escalated his efforts, but held back just enough to keep Don from going over the edge. Eyes closed, hands fisted in the sheets, Don was incredibly close, but Charlie had one more surprise in store for him.

He pulled a small packet of lubricant from his pocket and slicked one of his fingers while distracting Don with his tongue.

Simultaneously, Charlie sucked Don's cock deep into his mouth as he inserted the slicked finger to stroke his prostate, rubbing the sensitive spot just behind his balls with this other hand for good measure - more than enough to make him explode.

-

Charlie loved watching Don come. He drank in the sight of his face, contorted unselfconsciously as he rode out the waves of his orgasm - the one Charlie had given him, he thought proudly. He only had those few seconds to look forward to each time - that brief span when Don had turned himself over entirely into Charlie's hands - and that was it. Once it was over, Don was back in control and Charlie was just the little brother again, as if nothing had happened.

Once Don caught his breath, he pulled away and started wiping himself off. He tossed Charlie the second damp towel to clean himself up with.

"I'm going to jump back in the shower for few. Bring me any dirty towels you have in your room. I have to do laundry." Don tossed his dirty towel on top of his hamper and headed for the bathroom. "Don’t forget to take your shoes," he reminded Charlie softly on his way out.

"I won't." Charlie gathered up his clothes from the drawer, grabbed his shoes and headed across the hallway to go back to his own room alone.

-

Charlie felt a thrill inside when he heard the sound of Don's strangled cry as he came violently, overwhelmed by his devious efforts. He kept going, not letting up even as Don spasmed repeatedly beneath him, making him ride wave after wave, flooding him with sensation. Charlie loved that he was the one that Don had turned to for this - the one he trusted to come undone with - and he wanted to show his brother he'd been right to put himself in his hands.

He finally felt Don grasp his shoulder. "Please... enough..." he choked out and Charlie slowed to a stop, gently easing him back down as he gasped for breath. "Come up here," Don beckoned and Charlie shifted to lie beside him, wrapping him in his arms.

"It's okay if you want to go to sleep for a while," Charlie said softly. "Why don't you close your eyes for a bit?"

Already drowsy, Don murmured, "You won't leave?"

Charlie pulled away just enough to grab the covers and draw them over Don and himself, settling the other pillow behind his head as well.

"I won't."

+

When Charlie was twelve, Don started randomly doing laundry for their mother even though it wasn't one of his assigned chores. Always when she and their father were away, he'd do a load or two for her - always towels or sheets, since he said they were the only things he could do reliably without screwing them up.

Not to be outdone, Charlie had gotten his mother to show him how to wash jeans. He figured between the four of them there was always enough for at least one load, and they were harder to get right than mere towels.

Their father had been very happy that both boys had taken on extra work without being asked and praised them for it.

Charlie hadn't figured out why Don did it until the summer he was thirteen and started spending time behind locked doors in Don's bedroom.

Don washed a lot of towels and sheets that summer and Charlie helped out more with the laundry as well, volunteering to fold the clothes fresh from the dryer.

He'd fold Don's t-shirts carefully so they wouldn't get wrinkled and even folded Don's boxers, despite the fact he knew the drawer he kept them in was a total mess and they'd not stay folded for long.

Two weeks before he left for Princeton, Charlie stole a pair of Don's boxers. They were Charlie's favorite pair - muted dark blue plaid, softened by many washings.

It took Charlie a couple of years to grow into them and they were always a tiny bit too big for him.

Charlie never knew if Don missed them.

+

Don woke with a sigh, reveling in the feel of being ensconced in a lover's warm embrace.

"I could get spoiled like this," he murmured.

"What, by consistent mind-blowing sex? Yeah, I'd say so," Charlie agreed with a chuckle.

Don groaned. "I meant waking up that way."

"I know," Charlie said softly. "I just like giving you a hard time."

"Fine," Don grumbled good-naturedly. "Just wait until I get called into work in the middle of the night and you have to wake up to a cold and empty bed. See how you like it!"

"Hey," Charlie complained. "I wasn't being that mean."

Don just grumbled a bit more and pulled Charlie closer to him.

"Besides, isn't that part of why we're doing this? No more empty lonely beds?"

Don let out a deep breath and opened his eyes all the way. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at Charlie. "I wish. The truth is, we can't be together like this every night. People would talk. Dad would notice. We couldn't get away with it."

"I know," Charlie said, matter-of-factly. "But just because we're not sleeping under the same roof every night doesn't mean we have to be lonely." Charlie picked up Don's hand and laid it on his chest. "You're in here. I can carry you with me - carry this with me - wherever I go. I may be alone sometimes, but I have you now and that means I'm no longer lonely."

Obviously touched, Don was speechless for a moment and just squeezed Charlie's hand in response.

Trying to lighten the mood a little, Charlie smiled and joked, "Well, even if I'm not lonely, that doesn't mean I'm not hungry! If you don't feed me dinner, I may not have enough strength for what I have planned for later tonight."

"What you have planned?" Don teased back. "What about what I have planned?"

"Good point," Charlie said, pretending to think over the problem. "Perhaps we should just throw all our plans out the window and just fuck."

"Very funny," Don said, rolling his eyes.

Charlie got out of bed and threw the black t-shirt at Don. "Wear this and don't get anything on it! I want it back after you've worn it tonight and I don't want sauce splattered all over it."

"Sauce?" Don asked, as Charlie threw him his boxers and jeans next.

"Yeah, we're going to Delmonico's for dinner."

"Oh really? You know, Guido's delivers..."

Charlie fished a fresh pair of socks out of Don's bureau and aimed them at Don's head. Don easily swatted them away despite being in the middle of pulling up his jeans. "Forget it. I’m not a cheap date and we can't just hermit ourselves in your apartment for the rest of our lives. You're taking me out, so let's go."

Don sat down on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. "So now I'm paying too?

"Yeah, you are." Charlie opened up Don's closet and pulled out his soft black crewneck sweater. "I'm borrowing this."

Don walked over to Charlie and watched as he pulled his t-shirt off. Charlie's jeans were loose on his hips, as always, and Don caught a glimpse of the boxers he was wearing underneath. "Hey, come over here." He tugged on one of Charlie's belt loops and drew him closer.

"Don, that's not the way to get us out the door for dinner," Charlie chided.

Don tugged at the waistband of the boxers until he could see about an inch of the fabric. "I used to have a pair of boxers just like these, part of a set - blue plaid, green plaid and a pair of red plaid ones I hated. Huh..."

"Go figure," Charlie said, trying to hide a grin. "Oh hey," he added, stepping away to pull the sweater over his head, "do you want to cut off a piece of my hair before I forget? I have no clue why you want it, but I can't think of any reason to say no to you."

"You never could," Don agreed with a smile. "But let's wait until after you take a shower and wash your hair. I don't want any gunk in it and I know you use a ton of product in your hair these days."

"I do not use a ton!" Charlie protested. "I..." He stopped himself and then grinned widely. "Oh, you're good. Evidently you don't have to be a genius to come up with excuses to get someone's clothes off."

"You said it, not me!" Don laughed and ushered Charlie towards the door. "I'll explain the whole hair thing at dinner. I promise it's not too freaky and you might even think it's kind of sweet."

Charlie stopped Don and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. "I already do," he whispered. Dragging Don by the hand, he pulled him towards the front door. "Come on! Delmonico's awaits!"

"Can't we just split the difference and go to Dino's?" Don griped.

"Delmonico's has oysters," Charlie reminded him with a devilish smile.

A matching smile appeared on Don's face.

"Delmonico's it is then."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 29th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
Author Notes
Very special thanks to betas sydian, monkeyfun1 and memprime for their assistance with this fic.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Elf: Prison Break_brothers otpblaidd_drwg on December 29th, 2005 01:55 pm (UTC)
my 2 fav bits- I love how you convey the tenderness between them
"Please... enough..." he choked out and Charlie slowed to a stop, gently easing him back down as he gasped for breath. "Come up here," Don beckoned and Charlie shifted to lie beside him, wrapping him in his arms.

"It's okay if you want to go to sleep for a while," Charlie said softly. "Why don't you close your eyes for a bit?"

Already drowsy, Don murmured, "You won't leave?"

Charlie pulled away just enough to grab the covers and draw them over Don and himself, settling the other pillow behind his head as well.

"I won't."

Charlie picked up Don's hand and laid it on his chest. "You're in here. I can carry you with me - carry this with me - wherever I go. I may be alone sometimes, but I have you now and that means I'm no longer lonely."

Obviously touched, Don was speechless for a moment and just squeezed Charlie's hand in response.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 29th, 2005 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: my 2 fav bits- I love how you convey the tenderness between them
Thank you. The latter is one of my favorite parts and the other is one I almost screwed up in editing. I finished writing this story so long ago I had forgotten the matching 'I won't' statements and almost changed this one. Thankfully, something in the back of my head made me go check (that voice that says 'you don't do stuff like that without a reason so go look for the reason') and once I saw what my original intent was I let it stand.

I know, more than you cared to know, but it just came out that way. ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
melissimamelissima on December 29th, 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)
This was great as a draft, but the finished product is better. ;)

my favorite part:


Charlie felt a thrill inside when he heard the sound of Don's strangled cry as he came violently, overwhelmed by his devious efforts. He kept going, not letting up even as Don spasmed repeatedly beneath him, making him ride wave after wave, flooding him with sensation. Charlie loved that he was the one that Don had turned to for this - the one he trusted to come undone with - and he wanted to show his brother he'd been right to put himself in his hands.

guh...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 02:34 am (UTC)
This was great as a draft, but the finished product is better.

Well, now that I have betas my fic is better overall, it just also takes longer to get out there. I know you saw this one ages ago, but sometimes my muse is resistant to beta suggested rewrites. ;-) I do think it turned out better from all the feedback though.

BTW, I had to rewrite that paragraph a few times to get it to work. Lots of words for such a brief moment in time. I'm glad you liked the final result.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
(no subject) - melissima on December 30th, 2005 03:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
sydian: [num] d/c - boxes {me}sydian on December 29th, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
*mewls*

God, I love this series so much! And can I just say again how brilliant I think the intertwining bits of the past and present are?

When Charlie was nine, Don pulled it out and compared it to his little brother's adolescent curls as he slept one night. Don marveled at the subtle differences in the baby hair and desperately wanted to cut a new lock, but didn't.

That has to be the cutest thing ever. The whole story is beautiful, but this paragraph right there represents to me the core of Don's love for Charlie. It's perfect. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 02:52 am (UTC)
Ah, thank you. /hands sydian a cupcake/

I liked the intertwining idea from the first flash I got of it. I knew people would expect the backstory once I dropped it on them that D/C had been intimate as teens, but I didn't want to put the whole story aside just to fill in the blanks. This way I could move the present day story ahead while I told the history as well. I figured it would also help to show the depth of emotion in the present day vs the rules laden emotionally restricted interactions of their youth.

In M&S, Charlie admits out loud to Don how he's felt about him his whole life. Don's not the type to talk about that, so we see through glimpses how he's been drawn to Charlie as well over time - most notably via the hair. (I mean, who doesn't love the hair? LOL!)

That combination is how the two of them meld so naturally into what feels like a long term couple on just their first official day together. (Once I publish Everything that will be apparent.) ;-)

Man, who needs author notes when I just go off like this in comments? /snicker/ Somebody stop me!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Karenbyrons_brain on December 29th, 2005 09:32 pm (UTC)
::THUD::

::Melts into a pool of goo::

OMG! so hot..... more, please....
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 02:59 am (UTC)
Goo! My favorite! And a thudding! Oh, I'm just chuffed!

More? 58 pages of Last Call Series not enough for you? ;-)

Well, I'll have a few words with my muse about getting moving again on this series. Honestly, I think Everything (which is next up in the series) is going to be the one that everyone melts over. It's so bloody romantic and sexy and sweet... /sigh/ It's pretty much the one fic this whole series has been leading up to. It would almost be perfect to stop there, but a) I like this universe too much to end it and b) I already started writing Turnabout which is the sequel to Everything (in which the angst of the real world invades the perfect world created in Everything and yet still we get hot sex and a happy ending). ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Dani: Charlie mwahahahaumbralillium on December 29th, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC)
"But just because we're not sleeping under the same roof every night doesn't mean we have to be lonely." Charlie picked up Don's hand and laid it on his chest. "You're in here. I can carry you with me - carry this with me - wherever I go. I may be alone sometimes, but I have you now and that means I'm no longer lonely."

Awwwwwz! Charlie's such a romantic! *giggles*

"Delmonico's has oysters," Charlie reminded him with a devilish smile.

A matching smile appeared on Don's face.

"Delmonico's it is then."


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oysters! Hee!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 03:01 am (UTC)
LOL! Great icon!

And yeah, I can see a man as emotional as Charlie being romantic. It's sweet...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 03:09 am (UTC)
Love the paralells between the apersonal handjobs of their youth and the very personal blowjob

Well said. In fact, I'm worried you know my fic better than I do! ;-)

Charlies refusal to order takeout was aww worthy as well as their banter

I *love* writing banter so this was a fun one. I did think the takeout issue, while benign on the surface, helped to underscore that this is about more than sex to both of them. They want all the trappings of a real relationship, even if they can't be overtly affectionate in public. Spending a Saturday night going out to dinner is normal couple stuff they both are missing. Don's just more the pizza and a DVD rental at home type and Charlie's more the let's go out and eat really good food and take a stroll type. They both get their needs met though. Just wait for Everything. ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Silviacordy1979 on December 29th, 2005 11:16 pm (UTC)
*melts* see?! like i said...even better than "being there" :) more, please...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)
Well, I can pretty much guarantee Everything (the next fic in the series) will be better than this. I'm only 4 pages in and even *I* love rereading those scant 4 pages over and over. (Past Everything I make no promises, though. That's the apex of pure blissful happiness in this series I think.)

/says 'more please' to her muse/
/waits patiently for that more to appear/
/sighs/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
memprimememprime on December 30th, 2005 02:44 am (UTC)
I loved it! ^^
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 03:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! The final version is definitely improved from the draft. What can I say? Betas work! ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
forensicxjunkie on December 30th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)
"You've never been blown by me before," Charlie said, tauntingly.

that line made me giggle like my inner fangirl always wants me too. loverly story...again...I don't really think your stories could be bad, even if you really, really, really tried. so...um...yeah...I'm a bit hyper. gonna go lock myself in the padded room now.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 04:39 am (UTC)
LOL! Well I may have to drag out the first version of Floored if people think I can't write bad fic. ;-) (When I say bad, think really really trite. Ugh.)

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Cynthia: CD For Life by scots_rock1trackmind on December 30th, 2005 09:30 am (UTC)
I mean to tell you, I think this was one of my favorites of the stories you sent me. I love the thing with the hair. It's very, very sweet.

"Always for good, never for evil," Charlie joked, in a fake innocent tone. "Well..." His tone turned deeper and softer. "Maybe for the best kind of evil..."

Lovely lines!

No, just wondering if the gay definition of cocksucking somehow left out the actual cock sucking part."

LOL Sounds just like Don.

"You're not with a girl right now," Charlie told him, bluntly. "Might as well enjoy the fringe benefits."

Hee, nice!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 30th, 2005 09:43 am (UTC)
I mean to tell you, I think this was one of my favorites of the stories you sent me.

That's nice to hear. This one was fun to write because of the banter. Angst is great and all, but Don and Charlie in a light mood give good banter. ;-)

LOL Sounds just like Don.

Thank you! I thought so but no one else said anything. I shouldn't be surprised, I suck at figuring out what lines people will focus on in my fic. /grins/

I love the thing with the hair. It's very, very sweet.

Well, how could anyone not love the hair? :-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Walking Liability: This is our reality Don/Charlie asemic on December 30th, 2005 09:38 pm (UTC)
I might as well announce that I'm completely going to hell because Don and Charlie teen sex is just something I can't get enough of. More people should write it.

This was a lovely reflection of who they were and who they are now. Always brothers with their banter, but something more that no one around them could ever understand. I love the exchange of clothes and Charlie snagging Don's boxers.

Love you, love this.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 31st, 2005 03:25 pm (UTC)
Ah, thank you. /hands asemic a pretty gold box of candy/

I'm guessing you've read the same fic I'm thinking of which is pro_f_iler's More Than Enough.

That fic just hit me so hard, especially this line:
Go ahead, shatter my jaw. Break the mouth that got me into this mess and cost me my only brother.

I think he won me over with that one story and the only thing I can say against it is that I wanted more and there isn't any.
/frowns like a kid who's been enjoying their Halloween chocolate so much they don't realize all the good ones are now gone/

I think I might try D/C as teens again, but in a different universe. I might even try some Shame!Fic (even though I've stayed away from that for the most part so far). We'll see what the muse comes up with, I suppose...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais

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planetcrush on January 1st, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
Incest usually makes me cringe but this slash didn't, 'cause it was hot & had David Krumholtz. :D
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 2nd, 2006 08:57 am (UTC)
Well thanks, I think. ;-)

To be fair though, there's absolutely no DK in the fic. There is, however, a character named Charlie who he *portrays* on TV. (Just making sure I have my disclaimers in place.) /grins/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Cearesceares on January 3rd, 2006 11:14 am (UTC)
This was great. I'm really enjoying this series. Loved the flashbacks intermingled with the present, and there is something so romantic about the idea of Don keeping locks of Charlie's hair.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 3rd, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It seemed almost too girly for Don to keep the hair, but considering how fascinated people tend to be with Charlie's hair it wasn't the stretch it would have been with someone with more normal hair. It is sweet though.

I'm glad you're enjoying the series. I think Everything, the next one up, is going to be a favorite.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais