Crossposted to numb3rs_slash
Title: Track 20
Summary: Charlie fears he's sent his brother to his death
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"I sent Don to track 20."
Charlie felt the air knocked out of his chest.
Stunned, he sat trying not to panic.
He'd come to help.
Now he might be the one getting Don killed.
Once the all clear came over the radio, he bolted, running for the train yard, calling out his brother's name.
He saw David leading Frank away in handcuffs and before he could catch up to him, he saw Don standing with Terry further down.
Not caring what anyone thought, he practically tackled Don in his rush to embrace him.
"I thought you were going to die," he babbled, unable to hold back any longer. "I thought I sent you out to die."
Don patted his back gently. "It's okay, Charlie. I didn't die. I'm okay. Everyone's okay."
Undeterred, Charlie clung to his brother.
"We can handle Frank," he heard Terry whisper softly behind him. "Why don't you take Charlie home?"
He felt Don nod and heard Terry's footsteps walking away.
Once she was gone, Charlie felt Don's arms tighten around him.
"It's okay, buddy," he said softly. "I was scared too."
"I only just got you back. I don't want to lose you," Charlie stammered. "But first I get you shot and now I almost get you blown up... I can't do this..."
"Shh..." Don soothed. "You did not get me shot. You did not get me blown up. You helped us stop some really bad guys. Remember that." Charlie relaxed, but only a little. "My job is dangerous, but you help keep me safe," Don assured him. "I always come out better for having you on my side."
Charlie finally loosened his stranglehold and allowed Don to pull back a little and look at him.
Charlie surreptitiously wiped his eyes and looked at the ground.
"I'm sorry, I got kind of carried away."
"Don't worry about it," Don said, smoothing his hair tenderly. "Just let me drive you home, okay?"
Charlie nodded and Don slung an arm around his neck as he led him to the SUV.
"I need to grab my bag," Charlie said, gesturing back to the main building.
"You do that and I'll bring the car around."
With a quick squeeze to the back of his neck, Don let his hand fall and Charlie took off in the other direction.
After grabbing his stuff and saying his goodbyes, Charlie rushed out to the main entrance and jumped into Don's waiting Suburban.
Don had his dark sunglasses on and his expression was unreadable.
Charlie busied himself with putting his bag down by his feet and taking his jacket off. His knee bounced with agitation and his hands fidgeted for lack of touch.
They'd only gone a few miles when Don made a sharp turn and pulled the car behind what looked like an abandoned warehouse.
Charlie asked the obvious question with his expression, but Don's answer was simply to remove his sunglasses.
Charlie drew a quick breath as Don's gaze took him in. The tension, the fear, the need was all there on his face.
Don leaned over, took Charlie's face in his hands and kissed him, hard and desperate. The threat of death had apparently left Don with a hunger for reassurance as well.
Wordlessly they broke apart and moved to the back seat, Don covering Charlie's body with his own, unable to stop touching him, kissing him, assuring himself of his presence.
"Was so afraid..." Charlie mumbled between kisses.
"Can't lose you..." Don buried a hand in Charlie's hair, breathing hard as he nestled his face in his brother's warm neck. He ground down against him, denim against denim, making them both groan. He lifted up enough to undo both their pants and pushed his own down as Charlie did the same.
When their bodies met again, their cocks slid against each other between them, and Don grasped Charlie by the arm to pull himself against him.
Charlie's head fell back, relishing the friction between them and the feel of Don's mouth ravishing his neck.
"Not enough," Don complained in his ear. "Need more..."
He extricated himself and sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.
Charlie kicked off his shoes and stripped the rest of the way while Don shoved his pants down further and sat facing front on the seat, reaching into the console for lubricant.
Charlie took it from him and quickly prepared himself as Don waited impatiently - hands roaming over bare skin in anticipation. He straddled Don's thighs and after a bit of adjusting, Don held the head of his cock in place as Charlie sank down onto it.
"Oh, god..." Don's mouth fell open as they came together in one fluid motion.
Charlie trembled at the overwhelming sensation, unable to continue at first. Urged on by Don's insistent hands at his hips, he rose up only to sink down on Don's cock again with delicious slowness.
His hands went to Don's chest, losing himself in the soft chest hair covering toned pecs.
He felt Don's hands cup his ass and encourage him to go faster so he tensed his thighs and rose up more rapidly, eagerly submitting himself to the rhythm Don's body demanded of him.
Shifting slightly, Don moved to plant his feet firmly on the floor then bucked his hips up on Charlie's down stroke - slamming into him.
The force and new angle caused a flood of ecstasy to rush through him and his control faltered. Don held him in place as he drove into him, leaving Charlie almost helpless as lightning bolts of pleasure assailed him with each thrust.
Somehow his hand made it to his own straining cock and he enclosed his fist around the head, already close to the edge.
Don drove into him gracelessly for a few more strokes as Charlie felt himself start to come in his hand. The tension telegraphed through his body as Charlie spasmed, quick shallow gasps echoing the waves of bliss ricocheting through him. Don fell in with him, clutching Charlie to him as he emptied himself of fear, worry and tension before relaxing limp, arms wrapped loosely around his lover.
"Don't you ever leave me," Charlie whispered in his ear as he slumped against Don, warm in his embrace. "Not like that."
"Promise," Don replied, tightening his hold on him. "Definitely not like that..." He paused for a moment then pressed a kiss into Charlie's curls. "I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you too..." Charlie replied.
At the gathering at the house later, he'd made a show of telling Terry about the Fibonacci sequence.
Amita had watched from across the room and Charlie had found himself glancing over there from time to time, watching her talk to Don.
When he finally sat back down, his gaze returned to Don.
He'd stopped a madman from blowing up nuclear material.
The gravity of that hit Charlie hard and he looked at Don anew, in a sort of awe.
Amita seemed to think his gaze was for her, but once he caught Don's eye, he knew.
And that was all that mattered.