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29 June 2007 @ 11:55 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Bombshell  
Written for eppescest Summer Porn Challenge – Dirty Bomb
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Bombshell
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Terry, Alan
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Dirty Bomb, Soft Target
Summary: Charlie gets drunk and drops a bombshell on Don
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"You remember what I told you..."

Don laid both his hands on Charlie's shoulders, looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Ignore Gersh, focus on the youngest," Charlie intoned. "I'll be okay in there." His words were reassuring, but his tone was still tentative.

Don squeezed the tense muscles under his hands. "You sure? You seem nervous." He leaned in closer so only Charlie could hear him. "If you don't want to go in there, you don't have to. You don't need to face these guys down just to impress me."

Charlie straightened up. "I want to find that truck as much as you do. I want to help."

Don nodded approvingly, a proud grin sneaking onto his face.

"Then give 'em hell, Professor."

+

"You know Charlie seemed a bit shaken up after he got out of there," Terry said, her voice barely audible over the sirens blaring on their way to intercept the truck.

"He'll be fine," Don scoffed. "He did great in there. Held his own with three hardcore felons."

"I'm sure he did. I'm just saying..." Terry paused for a second. "This isn't his world, Don. He doesn't process this stuff the same way you and I do."

"Ever the behavioral specialist," Don teased.

"Hey, I like Charlie!" Terry protested. "Doesn't hurt for him to have someone to look out for him!"

"He's got someone," Don stated, defensively. "He's got me."

+

"Don!"

Charlie quickly rose from his seat at the conference room table where he'd been waiting.

"Hey buddy... We got the truck."

"I heard." Charlie gestured to the bullpen. "Miller told me. I'm really glad." He wrung his hands nervously. "You sure you're okay?" he asked. "The radiation..."

"I'm fine." Don gave Charlie's shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Dad called," Charlie said, acting a little uncertain. "He wants us to meet him for dinner."

"Sure... Give me like a half hour to wrap things up here."

Charlie nodded and sat back down, looking away from Don.

"No problem."

"Hey..." Don stood behind him and tipped his chair back so he could see his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, now I'm worried." He pulled out a chair next to Charlie and sat down, leaning towards him. "Terry said you were kind of freaked out."

Charlie shrugged. "It's nothing you guys don't deal with every day, so I'm sure I'll get used to it."

"What is it?" Don asked, his tone turning gentle. "Tell me..."

Charlie sat there without speaking for a moment. "It's just... These guys are going to jail because of something I did, we did," he hastened to add. "That's got to make them pretty mad, right? Mad enough to come looking for the people who put them in jail when they get out? Mad enough to ask one of their friends on the outside to get revenge for them?" He started to become visibly upset so Don put a calming hand on his arm. "You guys do this every day! How do you not worry that someone's going to come after you? I mean, I'm not exactly an unknown person in the world. Anyone with Google and half a brain can find out where my office is."

Don pulled him into a rough hug.

"Hey, hey... Nothing is going to happen to you," he said, tightening his grip. "I won't let it."

Charlie let out a sigh that echoed of anguish. "I just keep imagining it. Someone shows up and I can't protect myself." He pulled back enough to look Don in the eye. "You can't always be there to protect me."

Don took a deep sobering breath. "Then I'll make sure you learn. I'll teach you how to protect yourself and make sure you have the tools to do so."

Charlie offered him a weak smile. "I know you don't want me to know all this stuff, but I'd feel better if I was prepared."

"Okay then." Don patted his arm before he stood up. "We'll talk scenarios this weekend, I'll arrange for self defense training and I'll ask Terry to give you some behavioral info as well. The more you understand the better you can talk your way out of situations - stall long enough for help to get there. That work for you?"

"Yeah," Charlie said, taking a deep breath. "That helps a lot."

"Good." Don patted him on the back as he left. "Thirty minutes, and tell Dad I want to go somewhere decent this time..."

+

"I swear, Pop. I just need an ATM..."

Alan waved him off, scoffing. "Forget it. You're buying the next three dinners at this point."

Don laughed. "How about drinks? You guys want to go get a beer?"

"Sure," Charlie said. "Especially if you're buying."

"Lucky me, they let me run a tab at Gonzalez." He gave his father a nudge. "You coming?"

"No, I'm going to head home," Alan said. "You both be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, Dad," Charlie assured him. "I'll crash at Don's if I have too much to drink and we'll take a cab if he's had too much."

Alan gave Charlie a look. "Knowing you two? You'll have four beers and Don will stay sober enough to pour you into the SUV."

"Hey!" Charlie protested.

Don laughed. "We're good. Night, Pop."

"Night, Dad."

"See you both later," Alan said as he headed for his car.

Don and Charlie continued to stroll towards Don's SUV.

"So, do you really want to go to Gonzalez?" Charlie asked.

"You don't?" Don looked at him, questioning. "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Why not just pick up a six pack of a decent beer and take it to your place?"

"Or two four packs of a really good beer," Don suggested as he unlocked the car doors.

"Even better," Charlie said with a grin.

+

"No shit! Coop?"

Charlie tried to put his empty beer bottle on the coffee table, missed and managed to set it down on the second try.

"Yeah, Coop." Don shook his head. "Man, I know you're not into guys, but he's hot. Great kisser too."

"I'm not so sure about that," Charlie slurred.

"You don't think Coop's hot?" Don asked, his brow furrowing in drunken confusion.

"No!" Charlie gave Don a playful shove, making him sway beside him on the couch. "That you think I'm not into guys. Wait, did that sentence come out right?"

"Don't tell me you're gay," Don said, looking doubtful. "Dad would already have a heart attack if he found out I was bi. The last thing he needs is to give up all hope of grandchildren."

"Nah, bi too. Guess it runs in the family," Charlie said with a goofy grin.

"I should get you drunk more often!" Don laughed. "You tell me all sorts of shit I'd never find out otherwise!"

"You too!" Charlie retorted. "I mean, I never knew you were fucking Coop!"

Don shrugged. "It's not something you just blurt out."

"Why not?" Charlie asked out of the blue. "I mean, we're here, we're shit faced... It seems like a good time to just say whatever we never got around to saying before."

"I must be drunk if that sounds like a good idea," Don said, shaking his head. "I got one for you."

"Spill!"

"I never did Val Eng. Not prom night, not ever."

"Bastard!" Charlie protested. "You totally made me think you did!"

"Yeah, well I had a rep to uphold." Don shifted on the couch to face Charlie and slung his legs over his brother's lap. "Your turn."

Charlie rested his hands on Don's shins and thought for a moment.

"I gave one of my tutors a blow job at Princeton when Mom wasn't home."

"Whoa...." Don looked impressed. "I had sex with Terry in the men's locker room at Quantico."

"I lost my virginity to a woman ten years older than me."

"Right on!" Don high fived Charlie. "Coop gave me a hand job while I was on the radio with our SSA on a stakeout. He never suspected a thing."

Charlie laughed. "I've streaked across campus."

"I mooned LAPD."

"I slept with the department head's daughter at Oxford during a party in my honor."

"I slept with Mrs. Doheny."

"Brad's mom?" Charlie looked shocked.

"Yeah. After she got divorced she came on to me." Don shrugged. "Brad didn't care. He was just happy his stepsister wasn't his stepsister anymore."

"He had the hots for Tracy?"

"Who didn't? But their parents would have freaked, so they didn't do anything."

"So you wouldn't have blamed them, I mean if they had?" Charlie asked, playing with the seam on Don's jeans.

"Nah. They weren't blood relations so no risk of freaky deformed kids, so who cares?"

"So that's the reasoning? Deformed kids?"

"Yeah, that's why it's wrong. Otherwise, two consenting adults? Or in this case, two horny teenagers... Nobody else's business."

"I see..."

Charlie fell silent.

Don moved his foot to give Charlie a little nudge. "What?"

Charlie shrugged.

"Nothing."

"Ah, don't pull that nothing shit on me again. You know I never buy it," Don reminded him. "It's true confessions night. Say what's on your mind. I'm drunk enough I'll probably forget it in the morning anyway."

"Not sure you really want to hear this one," Charlie said tentatively.

"Try me."

Charlie took a deep breath.

"Fine... The way I found out I was bi was because I, shit..." He ran his hands through his hair. "When we were in high school together... I was, you know, like... I was attracted to you, okay? Like that."

Don's eyes widened. "And you never said anything?"

"What was I supposed to say?" Charlie huffed. "Hey, Don! I know you're eighteen and the big stud on campus and I'm just a runty thirteen year old nerd who happens to be your brother, but..."

Don cut him off by abruptly pressing his mouth against Charlie's.

Charlie stiffened at first, startled, then let Don kiss him - opening his mouth to let his tongue inside as Don held him in place by the arms.

When Don pulled back, he grinned. "Still attracted?"

"Yeah," Charlie managed after clearing his throat.

"Good," Don purred. "Since that's something we have in common." He leaned in to kiss Charlie again and this time Charlie tilted his head up to meet him. Don shifted positions, using his hands to move Charlie down to lay on the couch, as he hovered over him. "If you don't want this," he whispered. "Just tell me and I'll stop."

Charlie reached up and pulled Don down by the shirt. "Shut up and kiss me again."

Don grinned happily as he lowered himself to cover Charlie's body with his own, eager to comply.

Their hands roamed over each other as they kissed - over jeans, under shirts.

Don ground down against Charlie and felt an echoing hardness between them.

Charlie took Don's hand and put it on his crotch, pushing into his hand as he cupped him.

Don slipped to his side, laying on the edge of the couch. "Let me just..." He unbuttoned Charlie's jeans and slipped a hand inside his boxers.

Charlie let out a little groan and fumbled at Don's jeans, finally managing to get them open and his hand on Don's cock as well.

It took a few strokes before they fell into a rhythm, but once they did they lost themselves in it, kissing messily between gasps of pleasure.

Charlie's hand faltered as Don's slick grip pushed him over the edge, but he recovered quickly and sped up, searching until he found the right combination to make Don lose control.

"Holy shit..." Charlie said, panting.

"You can say that again," Don mumbled, collapsing bonelessly against Charlie's side.

+

Don woke wincing at the Saturday sun invading his blinds - hangover in full force. He let out a long groan of complaint and was startled when he felt the bed shift next to him in response.

He turned and found Charlie laying next to him, eyes just opening.

They blinked at each other, took in their state of near nakedness in boxers only, then looked away.

"We had a lot to drink last night," Don mumbled awkwardly. "I'm not sure how much you remember."

"Oh, I remember it all," Charlie said, a little regretfully. "And I don't even want to think about what you must think of me now."

"What I think of you? No, what you think of me," Don argued. "It was my fault. I made a move on you and I shouldn't have."

"I was the one who confessed to being attracted to you," Charlie countered. "I started it."

They finally looked at each other.

"I guess... Hell, I don't know,' Don said, threading his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Where do we go from here? Do we pretend it never happened?" He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "Help me out here, buddy! You're supposed to be the genius here!"

Charlie tugged on Don's arm. "Hey..." When he got Don's attention, he tugged harder. "I say you lay back down and we try to get some more sleep. When we wake up later we'll see how we feel - hangover-wise and, well, other stuff. We don't have to do the self defense stuff we talked about right away either." He pulled Don back to the mattress. 'For now, all I can tell you is, I'm good. I don't blame you, I'm relieved to know you don't blame me, and to be honest? It felt good to finally get to live that adolescent fantasy, so sue me for being selfish."

"Yeah..." Don said, settling the pillow under his head again. "I guess I can write it off as a one time thing, like experimentation."

"If that's what you want." Charlie pulled up the covers over Don as he closed his eyes. "But if you need me, I'll be right here..."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 30th, 2007 09:21 am (UTC)
Confession
Done! \o/

I got all my Season 1 ficathon fic done by deadline. Whew!

This one was all over the place at first. I had totally forgotten my original premise (very unlike me!) and this one morphed into a first time fic part way through, so I had to go back and make a few tiny edits to clarify.

I think part of the reason was that the first sections were so gen there was no foundation to work with.

The second part is that, having written so many of these now, I needed a fresh challenge. First time incest fic is normally hard, but I kind of over simplified this one to make it happen. That's odd since the rest of the fic has bits of realism in it - more so than normal for me.

Go figure. /shrugs/

Bonus confession: Yeah, I almost nodded off during this one too. Bad me...

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

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
andi: Eppes domestic bliss1admiralandrea on June 30th, 2007 11:48 am (UTC)
I'm going to be brutally honest and say this isn't as smooth as your fic normally seems to me. But, your less than perfect is still a million miles better than a lot of people's best efforts, so it didn't spoil my enjoyment. I particularly enjoyed the one-upmanship of their sexual adventures and the confessions part. That was fun. Where it didn't ring true for me was the part where Charlie confesses his feelings, Don reciprocates and then they're doing it. It seemed a bit abrupt to me. The rest was fine, though.

And as I'm not a man who has had drunken sex with his brother, what do I know anyway? *g*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 30th, 2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
I'm going to be brutally honest and say this isn't as smooth as your fic normally seems to me.

I agree and honesty - brutal or not - is always welcome here.

It felt like I had 2 or 3 fic in this - I just should have separated them out and wrote them individually. I'd have had a nice sensitive gen brother fic, a funny gen fic, and a porny first time.

/sigh/

I really have to stop writing fic on sleeping pills. It's not a great idea...

Still, thanks for your kind words. I'll try not to disappoint in the future.

/offers oatmeal chocolate chip cookies to Andi/
andi: Don & Charlie hugadmiralandrea on July 1st, 2007 07:58 am (UTC)
Thanks for the cookies, and I wasn't really disappointed, I still enjoyed the fic...
Karen: numb3rs charliebyrons_brain on June 30th, 2007 12:08 pm (UTC)
Oh this is brilliant, I loved the truth and dare...... more please!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 30th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon.

I like truth or dare games. I might have to go down that road again later.
gyen_gaoltosing: FOOD: Boozaliciousgyen_gaoltosing on June 30th, 2007 04:02 pm (UTC)
True confessions night RULES!!!
I adore this in so many ways, I don't even know entirely where to begin. The drunken scene with them sharing information is SO MUCH FUN. Bi Eppes Brothers drunk and fondling each other...it's heaven in a fic. *LOL*

"I never did Val Eng. Not prom night, not ever."

I have always wondered about that.

"I mooned LAPD."

*laughs hysterically at that image* I can totally see his ass cheeks pale white in somebody's spotlight.

Yeah, this is really great. I think it's the lightheartedness of it that makes it. When angst is more of a norm for this pairing, a fun 'n flirty piece likes this stands out. :D
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 30th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
Re: True confessions night RULES!!!
HEE! I am surprised - happily so - that you liked this.

I think I need to rip off myself and do some kind of truth or dare like fic in the future to recapture this fun.

I had to start off with canon so Val seemed perfect. Jock!Don didn't always get the girl, but I'm sure he wanted Rival!Charlie to think he did. /grins/

The LAPD thing surprised even me, but I thought it was extra funny imagining Don meeting up with LAPD the first time he worked FBI in LA - grinning and being the only one who knew why it was so humorous.

I should do more fun and flirty. It is a nice respite...

Thanks, hon!
meluvstonymeluvstony on June 30th, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
Good Job. Would love to see a sequal to this where they decided to continue the relationship. But I always love your DC fics

Melly
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 30th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
No, no sequels. This fic isn't good enough to warrant it.

For first time series, Last Call works great for me. There's alcohol, but leveler heads and a bit of history, so that's the one I like.

I might try a drunken first time turns into more later - just not off this one.

Thanks!
meluvstonymeluvstony on July 1st, 2007 03:26 am (UTC)
Can I have the link to Last Call? Sounds good I hope you do it cause I'd read it ;)

Melly
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 1st, 2007 05:52 am (UTC)
Sure thing!

Last Call Series

It's one of my better series, and very porny, so I hope you like it.
meluvstonymeluvstony on July 2nd, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)

Thank you. I remember reading this awhile back and I do love it ;)

Melly
fejaih on July 3rd, 2007 12:25 am (UTC)
I always love reading your Don/Charlie (I did mention I've been lurking, right?), but I think this one won a special prize, since it's more funfunfun than angst.

Charlie laughed. "I've streaked across campus."

This line is possibly my favorite visual, though Don mooning LAPD is a close second...

In conclusion: Lovely! Thanks for writing!!
fredbassettfredbassett on July 30th, 2007 05:29 pm (UTC)
The trumping each other's confessions was fun. I wasn't concerned by the abruptness as it rang true in the context of the drunkeness. I liked this, thanks.
Devo79devo79 on October 6th, 2007 01:51 pm (UTC)
Hey
"I mooned LAPD."

Man I should try that! Only I live in Denmark so it would just be the local cops...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 17th, 2007 06:21 am (UTC)
Re: Hey
LOL!

Note to self: Add "Do not try this in your home country at home" to my disclaimer. /grins/
I'd call you a genius but I'm in the roomelfinessy on October 27th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
I've spent the night reading your stuff and it's beautiful and hot.

And this line - "I mooned LAPD." - I want on a T-shirt!!!!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 29th, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
Wow! That must have been a long night given how many hundreds of Numb3rs fic I have. ;-) Thanks for the nice compliment. I hope you stick around for the new stuff to come.

LOL at the T-shirt idea. I thought that was perfect for Don.
I'd call you a genius but I'm in the room: numb3rs - guns or logicelfinessy on October 29th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, I will I will I will stick around :-)
And I'm using your quote as my email sig :-)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 29th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)
ROFL! Cool! I'm famous now! /grins/

Reviewing the comments it looks like that line was the clear winner in this (to me anyway) fairly unexceptional fic.

Glad you're sticking around. Enjoy the fic!
Maria: Milo halfsmilethepuppeteer on February 1st, 2009 08:56 pm (UTC)
*giggles* this better have a sequel ;) It was awesome.
rubynyerubynye on March 21st, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)
I'm reading this between diapers and bottles, but oh, I needed a hit of Eppecest today, and I landed on this, and it hit the *spot* indeed.