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18 June 2007 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: The Pull of Sleep  
Written for eppescest Summer Porn Challenge – Pilot
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash


Title: The Pull of Sleep
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: After staying up all night Don goes back to the house with Charlie to rest
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Charlie stood in the doorway of Don's old bedroom, watching his brother tug off his already loosened tie with a sigh of exhaustion.

Don had driven him home from Vernon once the rapist was transported to the morgue and they were sure the victim was taken care of.

He hadn't even mentioned just dropping Charlie off and heading home, so Charlie wasn't too surprised when Don killed the engine and wearily followed him into the house.

Charlie found a note from their father saying he was having dinner with his friend Art and that there were leftovers in the refrigerator. Don had just shook his head at the mention of food and headed for the stairs to go to his room.

"You must be tired." Charlie leaned against the door frame, his eyes subtly following Don's every move.

Don glanced over at him. "You're not? We were up all night making that new map."

Charlie shrugged. "I'm still kind of buzzed from the adrenaline rush. It normally takes me a while to come down after an intense session like that."

Don nodded. "Yeah, I guess." He slipped off his shoes and then tossed his socks into them before setting them aside. His gun, badge and handcuffs went into his nightstand drawer.

As Don sat down on the bed and started to unbutton his shirt, Charlie stepped the rest of the way into the room, closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Don just gave him a look as he pulled his dress shirt off, leaving the t-shirt beneath on.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

"Not so much, no," Charlie said noncommittally. "Unless you consider me casually working out ways I could improve my new geographic profiling equations in the back of my mind as we're talking something."

Don chortled. "It's something all right. We caught that guy thanks to your equations. We saved that woman."

"And you saved Agent Sinclair." Charlie took a step closer. "When you were talking to the coroner I overheard him telling Agent Miller what happened. You were the one who shot the rapist. He could have killed Agent Sinclair, but you stopped him."

"Yeah well..." Don's eyes didn't meet Charlie's all the way. "That's my job." He pulled his belt through his belt loops and tossed it on top of his shoes.

Charlie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "That's it?" he asked quietly. "You just write it off as doing your job?" At Don's warning glance, he backpedaled. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I guess what I meant is..." He shifted closer so he was sitting right next to his brother. "Don, you killed another human being today. That has to affect you." He hung his head for a moment. "You're my brother and... And I worry about you."

Don looked pensive for a moment before he spoke. "It does affect me," he admitted. "I don't just write it off. Every life matters, even a criminal's. In this case a fellow agent's life mattered more."

Charlie put his hand on Don's shoulder, gripping it lightly. "I get it."

"No, Charlie," Don scowled, standing up abruptly. "I don't ever want you to get it! You shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place. I don't want you to see all the horrors I see. You belong in your god damned ivory tower away from all the ugliness of the world!"

Charlie set his jaw. "I helped," he said proudly. "I am not just some sheltered academic. I can deal with the real world and yeah, that includes crime. I may not like it, but to be honest this is not the first time my work has saved people from grisly death. Whether you protect me or not, I am in this world. I'm almost 30. Stop treating me like a child. I can take it."

Don locked eyes with him for a moment - challenging, almost measuring him up - then sat back down, appearing suitably chastened.

"Yeah well, I'm always going to be your big brother, so regardless of how old you get I'm always going to try to take care of you."

Charlie edged closer and put his hands on Don's back.

"Then let me take care of you too," he said gently, his hands beginning to knead Don's taut muscles. When Don didn't protest, Charlie stopped long enough to move to sit behind Don on the bed, placing him between his spread legs.

He put his hands back on Don's shoulders and started to dip down the front of Don's chest a little. Don caught one of his hands and held it still.

"We don't do this anymore," he said in a low warning tone. "Right?" When Charlie didn't respond he kept going. "You locked the door, you sat right next to me, now you've got your hands on me? This isn't summer break from college, Charlie. We're grown up now."

He let go of Charlie's hand, but Charlie went ahead with rubbing his neck and shoulders anyway.

For ten minutes they sat in silence as Charlie patiently worked his way through the knots and Don slowly began to relax and let go of the tension of the case.

"Your t-shirt collar is getting in the way," Charlie grumbled, annoyed, breaking the silence. "It's pissing me off."

Wordlessly, Don pulled off his plain white t-shirt and tossed it aside on the dresser.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeah," Charlie replied, already sounding more agreeable. He set back to work and attacked the knots with greater vigor as Don braced himself against Charlie's firm hands.

"You always were good at this," Don mumbled appreciatively.

"Well, playing baseball always messed you up pretty bad," Charlie mused. "And your trainers didn't seem to know shit about anatomy and physiology. I mean the physics behind kinesiology..."

"You know this would probably be more relaxing without the lecture, Professor," Don teased.

Charlie grinned giddily. "You've never called me Professor before."

"Sure I have," Don tossed off dismissively.

"No, never."

Don turned around to look at Charlie over his shoulder. "I know I called you Dr. Eppes at least once - when you graduated."

"You did," Charlie said, looking pleased. "And twice when you introduced me to people."

"You kept count?" Don raised an eyebrow at him.

Charlie stopped his massage work for a moment and gave him a bemused look. "I'm a mathematician," he said pointedly.

Don laughed aloud. "Yeah, I should have seen that coming." He turned back to face forward again and Charlie resumed his efforts, working his way down his back. Once he got to Don's waistband, he worked his way back up again and then focused his attention on Don's upper arms, doing them one at a time.

"You used to need this the most," he recalled. "Your arms would get really sore after a long practice."

"Soaking in the hot tub never seemed to help that," Don added. "You were right about those trainers though. They were mostly a waste of time. You only went if the coach kicked you off the field for not going as ordered." Once his upper arms were done, Charlie moved in closer and placed his hands on Don's lower arms, rubbing them in tandem as they lay on Don's thighs. "That's where this job gets me..."

"Too much office work?"

"Yeah," Don agreed, a bit too hastily.

"Firing a gun," Charlie amended this assessment. "I'm right, aren't I?" When Don didn't respond, Charlie went on. "I'll spend some extra time on your hands later. That should help too."

Don nodded. "Thanks," he said gratefully. With a long exhalation, he let his head fall back to rest against Charlie's shoulder for a moment. "Feels good..."

"I'm glad. I want you to feel good."

He patiently worked his way through the muscles of both arms then drew his fingers back up to his shoulders, kneading lightly there for a few moments before dipping his fingers down into Don's chest hair.

"Charlie..."

"Shh..." Charlie interrupted. "I said I was going to take care of you. Let me..."

"You shouldn't. We shouldn't." Don protested verbally, but didn't move from where he sat leaning back against his brother.

"It didn't cause any problems before and it won't cause any now," Charlie soothed. "I look out for you and you look out for me. Same as it's always been." His fingers grazed Don's nipples and he brushed his lips along Don's neck. "You know you can't sleep unless you can relax, unless you let this go..."

Don subtly leaned into his touch, giving his tacit approval, so Charlie moved his hands to wrap them around Don's waist from behind. One hand roamed back up into his chest hair again while the other rubbed back and forth across his stomach.

As his hand skimmed down over the front of Don's slacks, Charlie swirled his tongue inside Don's ear, relishing the signs of arousal that elicited. He moved both hands to Don's waistband and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping a hand inside. He stroked Don through his boxer briefs for a moment then eased his burgeoning erection through the Y front.

Don let out a low groan as Charlie's hand slowly stroked from base to tip. Charlie moved his other hand back to caress Don's chest as he peppered his neck with short kisses and long licks.

Don's hips started to flex in time with Charlie's strokes, making his ass brush up against Charlie's own erection behind him.

Charlie licked the palm of his free hand and ran it over the head of Don's cock as his other hand pumped the shaft faster.

The impact was immediate.

Don's body tensed in his arms, fingers twisted in the bedspread as he spasmed and came hard under Charlie's unrelenting hands.

Gasping, he let Charlie bear his weight for a moment as he leaned back against him bonelessly, then finally straightened and sat up on his own.

"Shit..." He rose and stumbled the few steps into the adjoining bathroom, emerging a moment later with a damp washcloth he tossed to Charlie.

"Thanks." Charlie wiped his hands and tossed the washcloth in the hamper as Don went back into the bathroom again. He got up and headed for the door, unlocking it and opening it a few inches before it suddenly closed again.

Don's hand was on the door and once he closed it, he turned the lock again.

"Where did you think you were going?" he said in a low voice.

"Uh, well..." Charlie made an awkward gesture towards the hallway. "I was going to go to my room."

"Not just yet." Don ran a hand down the front of Charlie's pants, cupping the bulge there. "We're not done." Don leaned in, pressing Charlie's body up against the door with his own, and ravished his neck.

"Oh, God..." Charlie stiffened as Don rubbed him through his pants, hands gripping his brother's biceps as if he needed something to hold on to.

"I'm not the only one who needs to get out of his head," Don growled in his ear. He unzipped Charlie's pants and thrust his hand inside his boxers.

"Don, please..." Still pinned, Charlie could barely move save the tiny desperate thrusts of his hips into Don's hand.

Don stroked him roughly, licking and biting his way across his brother's strong jaw line.

"Come for me," he commanded, squeezing his hand tighter just before he bit down on the soft juncture between neck and shoulder.

A wordless cry erupted from Charlie as he shuddered through his intense release.

Drained, he went limp, with Don the only thing holding him up.

After taking a moment to breathe, Charlie nodded to Don who released him, following him to the bathroom where they cleaned up silently side by side.

"Think you can sleep?" Don asked quietly as they headed back into the bedroom.

"Yeah," Charlie said gratefully. "You?"

Don nodded. "I think so." He took off his pants and pulled down the covers to get into bed. "Why don't you stay?" he asked, cocking his head towards the bed.

"Okay," Charlie replied with a bashful smile. He headed for the other side of the bed, stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to Don.

There was a few seconds of awkwardness, then Charlie took one of Don's hands and began to rub it.

"What are you doing?" Don asked.

"I didn't get to finish this part before. I told you I wanted to do your hands later."

Don just relaxed and let Charlie massage his hand and wrist, an errant yawn escaping from time to time.

After a while Charlie switched to the other hand and Don was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Feels good," he murmured. "Relaxing."

"Good. I hope it helps you sleep."

When Charlie finished he laid Don's hand down on his chest. Don lay still, his breathing regular. Charlie rolled over away from Don and curled up on his side.

"Where'd you go?" Don muttered sleepily. He shifted over towards Charlie's side of the bed, nestled up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"I'm right here," Charlie assured him, settling down into Don's warm embrace. "Sleep..."

Don pressed a kiss into his brother's curls.

"You did good, buddy," Don murmured. "I'm proud of you."

Overwhelmed, Charlie took a minute to respond.

"Thanks."

A happy smile graced his face as he finally succumbed to the pull of sleep.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 19th, 2007 07:28 am (UTC)
Confession
I confess I wrote this whole fic without any clue what to title it.
(That's *very* unlike me. Usually titles come *first*!)

I was so tired myself at that wee hour of the morning I just titled it from personal experience. ;-)

It was supposed to just be porn, but I ended up with pages and pages of *stuff* before it. So much set up for so little porn! My apologies for not living up to the challenge as intended.

BTW? Hand massages are love.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
NV: [n3] eppescest // before youneur0vanity on June 19th, 2007 08:26 am (UTC)
Sweet and delicious. I love the way they take care of each other.

Hand massages are amazing. Mmm... now I want one.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 19th, 2007 08:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I was remembering Pilot Charlie with Don, bowed head, deferential, seeking his approval... So different from the Charlie that gets out of the EGV with Amita and Larry - all brash, cocking and a little bitchy. Hehehe

Not only do hand massages make me melt, they work *wonders* on men... /grins/
Karen: numb3rs charliebyrons_brain on June 19th, 2007 08:34 am (UTC)
Wonderful...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 19th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear!

/offers plate of lemon blueberry glazed scones/
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Heatheraslin on June 19th, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
I know I shouldn't be amazed at how much I liked this, as it is coming from you and I generally love anything you write. But I don't usually like charlie/don as I simply cannot get over the incest. I think you just made me like charlie/don.....

i don't know weather i'm happy or sad about this.... :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 19th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
Aww... Flattery will get you, well, *sequels* apparently! LOL!

It helps to divorce cestfic from *any* resemblance to real life incest. In our shorthand it's more about the kind of love we all crave - one that cannot fade or be severed. Family tends to have that unbreakable bond so past it being just two hot guys having sex (which is the raison d'etre of slash) you have this built in incredible sense of deep abiding love underlying it.

It's hard to understand from the outside, but trust me. There is a reason that people such as myself who used to find it distasteful are now devoted to it.

Just keep reading it and make up your own mind.

I suggest the Conflict and Resolutions Series. Not much porn, but a lot of angst and love. When you're ready for more porny Don/Charlie the Last Call Series might be of interest.

Thanks for giving it a shot!
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rubynye: I Will Not... (Justabi)rubynye on June 19th, 2007 01:52 pm (UTC)
Awww! There is nothing like the two of them taking care of each other.
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Abbie Strehlow: BrothersEppes_oh_whimsicalknotted_rose on June 19th, 2007 03:00 pm (UTC)
I liked this. I really liked this. Thanks so much for sharing! I like it when the boys take care of each other.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 19th, 2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon! People are posting some really nice icons to go with this fic - especially yours. /smiles/

I knew the assignment was for porn, but I really wanted this sort of scene instead when I started thinking of the pilot. Somehow it all fit together in the end, which I am glad about.
andi: Don & Charlie hugadmiralandrea on June 19th, 2007 04:04 pm (UTC)
This is really, really nice! I know from experience how good non-sexual massages can be, in the right hands. The added dimension is just a cherry on top *g* And I like the way that you bring in past history as well, the plot adds enjoyment to the porn...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 20th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC)
Thanks! It just hit me during the writing of this story that Charlie's interest in physics could easily have meant applied physics in the way of kinesiology. He was in college during Don's baseball years so I can see him taking the course and trying to apply it to Don's stance, etc.

I can see him boning up on anatomy as well to better understand kinesiology and that leads to being able to do good massage work. I would imagine Don did get pretty sore and if Charlie wanted to help that would be a good way to do it. It's up to the imagination if that's how things started for them in their school days, but I like the idea of that contact being at first caring and then eventually intimate.

I enjoy working on people so I know there are those out there who get more satisfaction from making others feel good rather than wanting massages from others. Charlie's the caring type so it works for him. I also know good massage work can put people to sleep quite nicely, so I like that tense Don easily drops off afterwards. I wish I had been that lucky!
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meluvstonymeluvstony on June 19th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks to the great start to my day. I love how they take care of each other. Who wouldn't want a massage from Charlie :)

Melly
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 20th, 2007 05:20 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad I could help you start your day off right. ;-)

I did love seeing them be so caring, even if Charlie had to talk Don into it. The fic was too short for first time, so I hoped that tossing in a history would work. I like how it turned out.

Who wouldn't want a massage from Charlie

Marshall Penfield
Gary Walker
Millie


Nobody!

Hehehe
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: eppescest foreverpenguingal on June 19th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC)
This was so soft and sweet, relaxing... perfect antidote to my overly stressed day. I'm making myself crazy and this is at least helping me stop that.

Thank you.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 20th, 2007 05:23 am (UTC)
Aww... I'm sorry you had that kind of a day, but glad I could provide a quick hit of something to make it go down a bit easier. Consider me your porn dealer, hon. Get your fix here! LOL!

Thanks for your lovely comment. It made my day better too... /hugs/
melissima: don/charlie elevatormelissima on June 19th, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
*warning* I have an abundance of words today, apparently.
I know I typed my comments about this story into chat at least twice, and then erased it to keep up with the conversation.

This fic is gorgeous. I love the slower pace of it, the way Charlie slowly leads Don out of his head and coaxes him to allow their intimacy. It's such a fantasy of mine to have someone focus on me that way. (fwiw I fantasize about being the one to focus, also. Double yum.)

This Charlie breaks my heart, planning on quietly slipping away to his room, and even invited to stay, he doesn't feel entitled to touch. *OMGsobs*

I could have kissed Don--not just for taking care of Charlie in return, but for offering his tender proximity afterward.

This Don is a lover no one could give up easily.

*applauds*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 20th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)
Re: *warning* I have an abundance of words today, apparently.
You silly dear! Forget the flow of conversation. If you have stuff typed just send it! I can handle it. /grins/

Of course, you could also tell me to shut the hell up for a while and give you a few minutes. I may type like a monster, but I am human on the inside. ;-)

I think most people assume it's Charlie who is stuck in his head, but after a shooting I can see Don as obsessing over what he might have done differently to not have death be the outcome. Charlie OTOH is possessed of a stellar ability to focus on one thing at a time and although it is normally math, I think Don being the focus of his singlemindedness would benefit greatly.

Charlie's selflessness totally extends to not expecting Don to reciprocate. I can see him like that, trying to slip away and being caught in it, flustered in trying to explain. It's the one clear visual I have in this fic.

Pilot Charlie is so different from what we have now, it's kind of nice to take a walk down memory lane and write him how he once was.

Don? He may have the gruff exterior, but he is affectionate when it counts. Him being sleepy as well lowers his defenses so I liked him just wanting that closeness without even having to think about it as they fall asleep.

And of course, he says *exactly* the right thing to make Charlie overwhelmed with joy. (Bad me though, it wasn't in the first draft. Hehehe) As Alan points out, Charlie lives to have Don proud of him and on their first real case together, nothing means more to him.

/hugs/

I adore you hon. Thank you for posting here on the fic. It makes me happy to see you up here. (Not that I don't love chat, but it's kind of special here seeing you post in front of the world and all.)

/busses your cheek/

Merci, cherie!

P.S. An abundance of words is a good thing for you! Here, have some of my surplus...

Bastion
Onus
Graft
Slippery
Dalliance
Monde
Flibbertigibbet
Fish
Cynthia: CD Comforting Touch by midnighta1trackmind on June 19th, 2007 07:16 pm (UTC)
Very nice! And sweet, too.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 20th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
Thanks, hon! And look! This post is bringing out some lovely icons! Yours is perfect *and* it's from the Pilot! /scores/
improperlydone on June 22nd, 2007 11:30 pm (UTC)
The love I have for this story just makes me cry!! OMG, is this wonderful! Just what I needed after a long hard week at work.

I adore the banter that you have between the boys. It reminds me of the wonderful tags that they had in the episodes and that always makes me so happy!

I loved everything about this, but when I got to this part:

"You know you can't sleep unless you can relax, unless you let this go..."

I just fell out on the floor. It immediately shifted from sweet and caring to this slow, high-warm simmer. Loved this story!!
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on July 24th, 2008 06:42 am (UTC)
Hi and welcome! Such a nice long comment! I'm glad you enjoyed this. I wrote 12 fic for that ficathon so there's definitely more. I just signed up for additional ones so more to come starting next month!

PC is an emotionally exhausting story. It's harsh and cruel and really puts readers through the ringer. Also, the story doesn't exactly have a happy ending, so it leaves you unsatisfied and in some ways still bereft.

Still, if you can go into it with your eyes open, ready for the author to throw a ton of stuff at you (it's really kitchen sink fic) then it's a good long read. If you like angst, h/c and incest shame fic it's the baseline that all cest fic are measured against.

As far as the word broke goes, I was just depressed for like three days after I read the fic. All that hopelessness gets to you after a while, you know? Hard to be all sunny after so much devastation...

The good news is that Mags and Cyn (the queens of comment porn) gather up their goods and post them as real fic after they are done. Look at penguin_fics to see their work including their loooong Triangulation series, which is Don/Charlie/Billy (from S1 Man Hunt).

If you're game enough to try a super long fic from me, look at my Numb3rs novel Vice. It's got some Don/Charlie in it, but it's mostly gen with some slash and het pairings. dsudis also just put out a Numb3rs novel 5 times as long as Vice. It's Don/Charlie as well, supposedly her answer to PC. Haven't read it so can't vouch for it past saying that Dira is one of the fandom's best loved authors and even though she pretty much left the fandom this is her swan song.

FWIW, if you're working my way though my old fic they are organized both by tags and in Memories so you can more easily find what you might be interested in. Otherwise you're welcome to let me know what you like to read and I can let you know what I've got that fits the bill. With over 400 N3 fic there's plenty to choose from.

Fair warning... S1 is the best season for Don and Charlie. The show is still good afterwards but the brotherly interaction is not as satisfying later. They make up for part of it by giving us Megan and Colby in S2 who became some very popular characters. Ian (from Sniper Zero) comes back repeatedly. Sadly, Billy does not, but he's the most popular guest star *ever* in the fandom for pairings.

Okay, more than enough blathering on. Just feel free to ask questions if you want to know any more fandom stuff. I know there's a Newbies Guide to Numb3rs on LJ, but sometimes it's handy to know someone who's been around since the beginning.

Again, welcome! Thanks for joining us!
chymomchymom on March 11th, 2009 08:23 pm (UTC)
This is a great. Were do you get your ideas? Where ever you got this one and vimp Don must be good cause they are great.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on March 11th, 2009 08:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm just blessed/cursed with a muse on speed. I have more than ten times as many ideas as I could ever write. There's really an overwhelming stream of them - they're hard to shut down! I'm trying to get better at ignoring the okay ideas and working on the merely good ones until they're better, because if I wrote most of my ideas as is (which I did in like 2006 or so) I'd have a lot of just okay fic out there. Now I'm trying to write less and better fic. So ideas, I've got in spades. I want to write them better now. /goes back to working hard/

Oh! And if you were asking about Don as a vampire in Waking World? That was a request from byrons_brain for her birthday. I'm not huge on vampire AUs (though I like Blood Ties and Angel and Supernatural), but I did it as a gift for her.
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