Crossposted to numb3rs_slash
Title: Mindful, Mindless
Spoilers: Mind Games
Summary: After their argument Don and Charlie have a quiet reconciliation (Post-Ep)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Don's arms slipped around Charlie's slender waist from behind, wrapping himself around his lover in an apologetic embrace.
Charlie relaxing and leaning back against him was proof he was forgiven.
"I've been out here in the garage for like an hour now..." Charlie mused.
"Try over two hours," Don interrupted, nuzzling his neck. "Dad gave up and went to bed ages ago."
"Okay, two hours," Charlie conceded. "And I can't stop thinking about what happened."
"Mom's picture falling down?" Don asked, his brow furrowing. "You know that doesn't mean, well, you know."
"Yeah, but..." Charlie leaned his head back against Don's chest and threaded their fingers together. "If she exists still, on some plain of existence..." He paused, his voice cracking a little when he spoke again. "If she sees us - you and I - then she knows."
Don tightened his hold on Charlie, burying his face in his neck.
"Shh..." he soothed. "Try not to think about it."
"I've been trying," Charlie said forlornly. "I've been trying for the last two hours, but my brain won't let it go. I tried math," he gestured to the mostly empty chalkboard in front of him, "but I keep imagining her - disappointed in us, like we failed her... Like we're dishonoring her memory," he added sadly.
"Buddy, no..." Don turned Charlie around in his arms to face him. "She loved us. Sure, I don't think this is the life she would have chosen for us, but she wouldn't be that hard on us. She just wasn't that judgmental of a person. You know that."
"I want to believe that," Charlie said, head bowed. "But I guess the judgmental part of my own mind takes over and I start feeling guilty, like putting my own happiness first is a bad thing."
"It's not just your happiness," Don reminded him, lifting his chin with a finger and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"I know," Charlie mumbled. "Most of the time I'm okay. Just tonight, after Kraft got me all riled up on this case and everything..." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I think I just need to try to forget what happened - the case, Kraft, the picture - put it behind me. After all..." He pulled Don in closer. "It's not like I'm giving you up."
"Good," Don murmured, leaning in so his mouth hovered just above Charlie's - their breath mingling. "I wouldn't let you. Now..." his hand cupped Charlie's jaw as he dragged his thumb across his full bottom lip. "Let's see what I can do about that overactive mind of yours."
He let their lips brush as his thumb trailed down Charlie's chin, his neck and over his Adam's apple to where the collar of his shirt began.
As he took Charlie's lower lip between his own, his hand shifted to trail down Charlie's chest, his fingers detouring to briefly curve along the arc of each pec. The tip of his tongue teased at the entrance to Charlie's mouth as his fingers crossed over his stomach and lingered at the waistband of his pants.
Charlie melted under Don's attentions, his mouth supple and open to him as his body reveled at his touch.
As Don deepened the kiss, leisurely mapping his brother's mouth with his tongue, his hand slipped down the front of Charlie's loose fitting pants. He caressed his cock through his boxers gently, languidly - as slow and luxurious as the kiss.
Charlie let out a contented moan between kisses and Don took the opportunity to undo Charlie's pants so he could have enough room to release his cock and stroke it without anything in the way.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Don's neck and pressed himself against him, his hips making unconscious little thrusts with each pass of Don's hand on his cock.
Their kisses grew more ardent even though the pace remained relaxed. Don finally wrapped his fingers around Charlie's cock and pumped it slow - base to tip - while increasing the pressure of his fist just a tiny bit each time.
Breathless now, Charlie made helpless little noises as Don shifted his attentions to ravishing his long graceful neck.
"Don... Don..." The words fell from his lips, half prayer and half amen, just as Don led him to the edge of control - his body aching for release - then pushed him over.
Charlie fisted his hands in Don's shirt as he shuddered, bliss filling him until exhaustion drained him and he slumped against his brother, his breath warm inside his collar as he laid his head on his chest and rested.
Don held Charlie close, petting his hair as he waited for him to recover.
When he finally lifted his weary head, Don greeted him with a kindly smile. "We should get you up to bed. You need some sleep."
Still out of it, Charlie just nodded his agreement. "Sleep, yeah..." he managed before a yawn engulfed him. Another yawn took hold as Don cleaned them both up and refastened Charlie's pants. "I'm really tired."
"You work too hard, buddy," Don admonished him good-naturedly with a kiss to his forehead. "You need to take better care of yourself."
"You take good care of me," Charlie said happily, eyes drooping with sleep and satiety. He pulled Don to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Love you," he said softly, tilting his head up for a kiss.
Don held Charlie's face in his hands as he kissed him tenderly, relishing their final moment alone as lovers before they went back into the house as brothers.
"Love you too..."