All Apologies by Dira Sudis (NC17)
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Length: ~4,400 words
Author on LJ:
dsudis
Author Website: Fiction by Dira Sudis
Why this must be read: It’s by Dira. And it has some lovely hurt/comfort, and the kind of angst that hurts so good.
Don cupped Charlie's cheeks, brushing the last drying tears away with his thumbs, and kissed Charlie, stopping Charlie's apologies. He didn't want to hear them any more than Charlie wanted to hear his, but for a few seconds Charlie's mouth still moved under Don's in patterns he could almost understand. Then Charlie's hands caught his shoulders and held on, and Don pressed his tongue into the heat of Charlie's mouth, and Charlie made a low noise that echoed deep in Don's belly, need and relief all at once.
It was just like before, Charlie kneeling up in the circle of his arms, Charlie's mouth under his, and Don slid one hand down Charlie's throat, feeling the pound of Charlie's pulse under his thumb. Charlie's hands slid down his back, pulling him closer, and Charlie's lips slid away from his, brushing across the spot on Don's throat that made him shudder, and Charlie whispered, "I'm sorry I need you."
Don swallowed hard against all the things he couldn't say, pressing a hard kiss to Charlie's skin just above the collar of his t-shirt and sliding a hand down between Charlie's legs. He could feel the heat of Charlie's body through his jeans, the tight twitch of muscle under his fingers, and pressed his palm against the hardness of Charlie's dick. Charlie jerked at the contact, his hips curling forward and his head going back, and he gasped but didn't say a word. Don looked at Charlie through half-lidded eyes and didn't say anything right back, not I'm sorry I keep giving you what you think you need, and not I'm sorry I think I need it too and as his own dick throbbed, as he leaned in to press his mouth to Charlie's, definitely not I'm sorry I knew this would happen.
All Apologies
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Length: ~4,400 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Fiction by Dira Sudis
Why this must be read: It’s by Dira. And it has some lovely hurt/comfort, and the kind of angst that hurts so good.
Don cupped Charlie's cheeks, brushing the last drying tears away with his thumbs, and kissed Charlie, stopping Charlie's apologies. He didn't want to hear them any more than Charlie wanted to hear his, but for a few seconds Charlie's mouth still moved under Don's in patterns he could almost understand. Then Charlie's hands caught his shoulders and held on, and Don pressed his tongue into the heat of Charlie's mouth, and Charlie made a low noise that echoed deep in Don's belly, need and relief all at once.
It was just like before, Charlie kneeling up in the circle of his arms, Charlie's mouth under his, and Don slid one hand down Charlie's throat, feeling the pound of Charlie's pulse under his thumb. Charlie's hands slid down his back, pulling him closer, and Charlie's lips slid away from his, brushing across the spot on Don's throat that made him shudder, and Charlie whispered, "I'm sorry I need you."
Don swallowed hard against all the things he couldn't say, pressing a hard kiss to Charlie's skin just above the collar of his t-shirt and sliding a hand down between Charlie's legs. He could feel the heat of Charlie's body through his jeans, the tight twitch of muscle under his fingers, and pressed his palm against the hardness of Charlie's dick. Charlie jerked at the contact, his hips curling forward and his head going back, and he gasped but didn't say a word. Don looked at Charlie through half-lidded eyes and didn't say anything right back, not I'm sorry I keep giving you what you think you need, and not I'm sorry I think I need it too and as his own dick throbbed, as he leaned in to press his mouth to Charlie's, definitely not I'm sorry I knew this would happen.
All Apologies
