Title: Kevlar Fantasy
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 775
Summary: Charlie has a fantasy...
A/N: I haven't managed to write anything much since![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
mini_nanowrimo finished at the end of November and was feeling uninspired, so I asked for prompts on my main LJ, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
admiralandrea. One of them was that Charlie have a kevlar kink and so the following ensued... Feel free to go over to my LJ and add a prompt suggestion to the relevant post!
Don had eventually left to go back to his apartment and Charlie had decided to get an early night for a change, finally able to relax now that the Charm School Boys were behind bars and Don was safe.
Once in bed, though, Charlie had found it hard to drop off to sleep. He couldn't get the image of Don, all geared up for action, out of his head. He was sure that David had seen something in his expression, as he'd watched Don get out of the van and walk away. Charlie just hoped that David interpreted it solely as hero worship of Don, rather than Charlie's appreciation of Don's ass in those jeans and the fit of the kevlar vest.
Charlie tossed and turned for a while, but that image of Don striding away continued to dominant his thoughts. Eventually, Charlie gave in to the inevitable and squirmed out of his boxers, tossing them to the floor, as he got comfortable. Running his hands down his body, he paused to rub at his nipples as he imagined how the kevlar vest would feel against his body. Charlie moaned a little at that thought and felt his blood throb in his rapidly filling cock.
Squirming deeper into the mattress, Charlie closed his eyes and let the fantasy take over. In his mind, he was no longer alone; instead, Don was there, dressed as he had been when he'd left the FBI van, smirking down at Charlie.
"So the kevlar turns you on, huh, Charlie?" Don asked, grinning as he watched his brother's reaction to Don's appearance.
Charlie nodded, panting eagerly at the sight of Don dressed for action. Don put aside his gun and radio, but left the thigh straps in place. Then he removed his boots and climbed onto the bed, straddling Charlie's naked body.
Charlie moaned and arched up, but Don had pinned his wrists and used his thighs to hold Charlie's hips in place, so that Charlie couldn't get the body contact he craved. That made Charlie whine in excitement and his cock pulsed, pre-come appearing at the head.
Don grinned, fully aware of the effect he was having on his captive. Bending down, he pressed a kiss to Charlie's lips, allowing his chest to brush Charlie's briefly, then pulled back again.
"Don!" Charlie tried to arch up again, frustrated by the lack of contact.
Don chuckled, "Patience, Chuck, patience," he scolded.
"Please!" Charlie begged, too far gone to care how needy he sounded. He was too turned on to even protest the use of the hated nickname.
Don chuckled again, before taking pity on Charlie and settling his body weight onto the man beneath him. Charlie gasped as he felt the kevlar vest rub against his chest and the press of the straps into his legs. Don had released his wrists, so Charlie began running his hands over Don's back, loving the feel of the vest against him.
Don began to thrust against Charlie, loving the noises spilling from Charlie's lips as Don worked him up, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. When he sensed Charlie was almost there, Don stopped and pulled back, loving the whine of protest Charlie made.
"Just a second," Don promised and rolled them, so that Charlie was straddling Don's thighs. Reaching up, Don grasped Charlie's cock in a gloved hand, stroking the hard, slick flesh just the way Charlie liked it.
Charlie moaned and tossed his head back, reaching up to play with his own nipples, concentrating on the sensation of Don working his cock so expertly.
"Look at me," Don commanded, sensing that Charlie was close again. With an effort, Charlie brought his head forward and forced his eyes open. "Good," Don said, "now come for me."
And with a cry, Charlie did just that, spilling his come all over Don's vest, the white a contrast to the dark color of the kevlar. Don guided him through his release, then lowered Charlie onto his back, fumbling his jeans open and pulling out his own throbbing cock. With a couple of strokes, Don was coming, spilling over his hand and Charlie's belly, biting his lip as he milked his cock.
Charlie sighed as he released his cock, and wiped his hand on the sheet. He was exhausted and a bit depressed, knowing that he shouldn't have these feelings for Don, that it was inappropriate to want Don the way he did. With a sigh, he grabbed his tissues and wiped his belly, then rolled onto his side, shoving the feelings and the depression to the back of his mind again.
Eventually, he slept.
Author: ALF
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 775
Summary: Charlie has a fantasy...
A/N: I haven't managed to write anything much since
mini_nanowrimo finished at the end of November and was feeling uninspired, so I asked for prompts on my main LJ, admiralandrea. One of them was that Charlie have a kevlar kink and so the following ensued... Feel free to go over to my LJ and add a prompt suggestion to the relevant post!Don had eventually left to go back to his apartment and Charlie had decided to get an early night for a change, finally able to relax now that the Charm School Boys were behind bars and Don was safe.
Once in bed, though, Charlie had found it hard to drop off to sleep. He couldn't get the image of Don, all geared up for action, out of his head. He was sure that David had seen something in his expression, as he'd watched Don get out of the van and walk away. Charlie just hoped that David interpreted it solely as hero worship of Don, rather than Charlie's appreciation of Don's ass in those jeans and the fit of the kevlar vest.
Charlie tossed and turned for a while, but that image of Don striding away continued to dominant his thoughts. Eventually, Charlie gave in to the inevitable and squirmed out of his boxers, tossing them to the floor, as he got comfortable. Running his hands down his body, he paused to rub at his nipples as he imagined how the kevlar vest would feel against his body. Charlie moaned a little at that thought and felt his blood throb in his rapidly filling cock.
Squirming deeper into the mattress, Charlie closed his eyes and let the fantasy take over. In his mind, he was no longer alone; instead, Don was there, dressed as he had been when he'd left the FBI van, smirking down at Charlie.
"So the kevlar turns you on, huh, Charlie?" Don asked, grinning as he watched his brother's reaction to Don's appearance.
Charlie nodded, panting eagerly at the sight of Don dressed for action. Don put aside his gun and radio, but left the thigh straps in place. Then he removed his boots and climbed onto the bed, straddling Charlie's naked body.
Charlie moaned and arched up, but Don had pinned his wrists and used his thighs to hold Charlie's hips in place, so that Charlie couldn't get the body contact he craved. That made Charlie whine in excitement and his cock pulsed, pre-come appearing at the head.
Don grinned, fully aware of the effect he was having on his captive. Bending down, he pressed a kiss to Charlie's lips, allowing his chest to brush Charlie's briefly, then pulled back again.
"Don!" Charlie tried to arch up again, frustrated by the lack of contact.
Don chuckled, "Patience, Chuck, patience," he scolded.
"Please!" Charlie begged, too far gone to care how needy he sounded. He was too turned on to even protest the use of the hated nickname.
Don chuckled again, before taking pity on Charlie and settling his body weight onto the man beneath him. Charlie gasped as he felt the kevlar vest rub against his chest and the press of the straps into his legs. Don had released his wrists, so Charlie began running his hands over Don's back, loving the feel of the vest against him.
Don began to thrust against Charlie, loving the noises spilling from Charlie's lips as Don worked him up, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. When he sensed Charlie was almost there, Don stopped and pulled back, loving the whine of protest Charlie made.
"Just a second," Don promised and rolled them, so that Charlie was straddling Don's thighs. Reaching up, Don grasped Charlie's cock in a gloved hand, stroking the hard, slick flesh just the way Charlie liked it.
Charlie moaned and tossed his head back, reaching up to play with his own nipples, concentrating on the sensation of Don working his cock so expertly.
"Look at me," Don commanded, sensing that Charlie was close again. With an effort, Charlie brought his head forward and forced his eyes open. "Good," Don said, "now come for me."
And with a cry, Charlie did just that, spilling his come all over Don's vest, the white a contrast to the dark color of the kevlar. Don guided him through his release, then lowered Charlie onto his back, fumbling his jeans open and pulling out his own throbbing cock. With a couple of strokes, Don was coming, spilling over his hand and Charlie's belly, biting his lip as he milked his cock.
Charlie sighed as he released his cock, and wiped his hand on the sheet. He was exhausted and a bit depressed, knowing that he shouldn't have these feelings for Don, that it was inappropriate to want Don the way he did. With a sigh, he grabbed his tissues and wiped his belly, then rolled onto his side, shoving the feelings and the depression to the back of his mind again.
Eventually, he slept.
accomplished
Ande has her own kevlar kink ...
Re: Ande has her own kevlar kink ...
i. um. *throws self in cold shower*
Don's ass and Kevlar- deadly combo. Hope you post another story soon.
*g*
In other words, very nice, and even angsty... more please?
Thanks for commenting :-)
Maybe if he offers Don a vest the big bro gets the right idea?
Love it. There is very few Don/Charlie fis (to me! I'm a perv) so all fics are a pleasure to read, especially like this one.
:D
Glad you liked it, thanks!
Thanks for commenting :-)
Glad you found it hot, thanks!
*thud, iz dead*