For a while they were simply content to walk in the snow and take in the clean air and noise free environment until Charlie ran ahead of Don and began a snowball fight, laughing as his first shot hit his brother square in the face.
Don won by sneaking up on Charlie and shaking a snow covered tree, that had covered his brother and made him look like a snowman.
Don helped brush off the snow from Charlie’s face and hair and then enveloped him in a quick hug.
"Want you, Charlie." Don's voice was a rough caress of warm air into Charlie's ear.
Don felt the slender body tremble and knew it had nothing to do with the frosty landscape all around them.
"Out here?" Charlie asked. He wanted Don, but gazed around wide-eyed at the thought of making love where they stood.
"We can’t, Charlie," Don said pulling back from his brother. “It’s too big a risk, I want to, but I just meant we should head back.”
“Tell me Don, if we could. Tell me how you would take me.”
“If we could…” Don stared into Charlie’s eyes, “…I would take you in my arms and kiss you. Hard and deep, my tongue wrapping around yours, hot and wet in your mouth. I’d rub your cock through your jeans; get you nice and hard for me, little brother.”
Charlie moaned softly and Don noted with satisfaction the way that Charlie’s eyes had darkened with desire.
“Then what Don?”
“Then I’d push you up against that tree, Charlie,” Don continued, his voice husky and low, ”I’d have you spread wide, hands on the trunk, just like I was going to frisk you. I’d reach round, unzip your jeans and pull them down your thighs with your briefs. You’d like that Charlie, the cold air all around your hard cock, mmm?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. Would you touch me, Donny? Would you wrap your fingers around me and make me come for you?”
"Yes I’d touch you, but not there. I’d stroke the skin on your ass, spread your cheeks, then press my cold finger up inside you, make you moan for me. I’d give you my hand, let you taste yourself, let you suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet then thrust them back inside you, all warm and tight."
Charlie panted softly as Don’s sin rich voice caused heat to pool in his groin.
“I’d twist my fingers, curl them inside of you, make you scream for more and then, when you begged me, I’d unzip my pants, and press my hard, aching, dripping cock right up inside you, and I’d fuck you until the only words you’d remember would be faster, harder, deeper and my name.”
Charlie grabbed hold of Don’s arm and pulled him along as he practically broke into a run towards the cabin.
"We need to get back," Charlie's voice was rough with arousal, “like, right now.”
Don laughed as he let himself be dragged along by his brother and thought about the little space in front of the fireplace.
Yeah, this definitely was going to be a great weekend.
Numb3rs, Don/Charlie - NC-17 part two
Don won by sneaking up on Charlie and shaking a snow covered tree, that had covered his brother and made him look like a snowman.
Don helped brush off the snow from Charlie’s face and hair and then enveloped him in a quick hug.
"Want you, Charlie." Don's voice was a rough caress of warm air into Charlie's ear.
Don felt the slender body tremble and knew it had nothing to do with the frosty landscape all around them.
"Out here?" Charlie asked. He wanted Don, but gazed around wide-eyed at the thought of making love where they stood.
"We can’t, Charlie," Don said pulling back from his brother. “It’s too big a risk, I want to, but I just meant we should head back.”
“Tell me Don, if we could. Tell me how you would take me.”
“If we could…” Don stared into Charlie’s eyes, “…I would take you in my arms and kiss you. Hard and deep, my tongue wrapping around yours, hot and wet in your mouth. I’d rub your cock through your jeans; get you nice and hard for me, little brother.”
Charlie moaned softly and Don noted with satisfaction the way that Charlie’s eyes had darkened with desire.
“Then what Don?”
“Then I’d push you up against that tree, Charlie,” Don continued, his voice husky and low, ”I’d have you spread wide, hands on the trunk, just like I was going to frisk you. I’d reach round, unzip your jeans and pull them down your thighs with your briefs. You’d like that Charlie, the cold air all around your hard cock, mmm?”
“Yeah, I’d like that. Would you touch me, Donny? Would you wrap your fingers around me and make me come for you?”
"Yes I’d touch you, but not there. I’d stroke the skin on your ass, spread your cheeks, then press my cold finger up inside you, make you moan for me. I’d give you my hand, let you taste yourself, let you suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet then thrust them back inside you, all warm and tight."
Charlie panted softly as Don’s sin rich voice caused heat to pool in his groin.
“I’d twist my fingers, curl them inside of you, make you scream for more and then, when you begged me, I’d unzip my pants, and press my hard, aching, dripping cock right up inside you, and I’d fuck you until the only words you’d remember would be faster, harder, deeper and my name.”
Charlie grabbed hold of Don’s arm and pulled him along as he practically broke into a run towards the cabin.
"We need to get back," Charlie's voice was rough with arousal, “like, right now.”
Don laughed as he let himself be dragged along by his brother and thought about the little space in front of the fireplace.
Yeah, this definitely was going to be a great weekend.
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