Title: Gum Fight (The Sibling Rivalry Remix)
Word Count: 1067
Spoilers: None specifically
Warnings: Eppescest, misuse of chewing gum ;)
Disclaimer: Numb3rs and its characters do not belong to me. If they did, there would be more kissing.
Summary: 1 frustrating road trip, 2 annoyed brothers, 3 bad habits, and an 8-piece pack of gum
Author Notes and Thanks: I initially wrote this fic as a token of love for braintwin of awesome, Melissima, and the N100 Holiday Remixathon. I wasn't satisfied with the result so I shoved it in my brain's back pocket and decided to save it until the day it was worthy of being a love token. Today is such a day. <3
Special Thanks to betas emmademarais and penguingal who helped to make my fic better. They are made of awesome. Any errors or typos are my own.
Dedicated to Melissima, an ever-giving source of compassion, inspiration, brillance, and just plain old fun.
GUM FIGHT (The Sibling Rivalry Remix)
It happens one late afternoon when they are stuck on the side of the road, sitting in a federal SUV in the middle of nowhere with rain coming down in sheets. The brothers were returning to L.A. when they were caught in a fierce downpour that forced them to pull over. Don shuts off the radio once the game is over and cracks both front windows. The scent and sound of summer rain saturate the car, chasing away stale air with a damp crosswind.
Don clenches his jaw as Charlie taps his pen in between his front teeth again, pausing for a moment in his calculations. Charlie, in typical little brother fashion, had yet to stop his mindless litany of idiosyncratic noises. Without the radio to drown out the hums, clicks, and warbles, Don finds his irritation returning full force. Distractedly, he reaches for his pack of gum.
Charlie sighs noisily.
"What?" Don snaps as he pulls a stick of gum out of his pack.
"Don, don’t. Please. You sound like…..I don’t know, a machine gun or something when you chew gum. It’s….annoying."
“I’m annoying,” Don deadpans. “I’m annoy- you know what? It’s better than those weird whistling noises you have been making all afternoon,” Don hisses. "Why don’t you give it a rest?"
"You're just burnt out," mutters Charlie. "Not my fault you need a few days off." He fixes Don with his best pleading look.
Don hesitates and then grumbles as he slides the piece of gum back into the pack and tosses it into the cup holder. A minute later, Charlie is humming under his breath again, scribbling fresh equations. Don rolls his eyes and reaches for the pack again.
Before Don can shake out a new piece, Charlie snatches the pack away. Don grabs his wrist, and Charlie retaliates by pinching Don’s side and wrenching his wrist free. Don throws himself forward and pins Charlie to the door with his forearm, scrambling for Charlie’s outreached arm with his other hand. The momentum of their struggle knocks the pack from Charlie’s hand, and it tumbles out of Don’s reach into the crevice between Charlie’s seat and the door.
"Oops?" Charlie's mouth twitches with suppressed laughter.
Don's glare darkens as he leans in, slowly pressing more of his weight across Charlie's chest. He feels a tiny shiver travel up Charlie's body, and realizes his brother's eyes are fixed intently on his own mouth. Capitalizing on his distraction, Don swipes his hand down past Charlie's seat, but the pack is too far out of his reach.
Dragging his eyes up to meet Don's gaze, Charlie blinks innocently. “I can think of better ways to keep your mouth busy, Donny,” he quips sweetly, patting Don’s cheek.
Don growls and pushes away from Charlie, scowling. Then just as abruptly, he smiles, his eyes crinkling as they inch slowly up from Charlie’s feet to his face. “Is that so, buddy?” Don purrs.
Leaning forward, Don kisses Charlie ardently and slides his mouth wetly across his brother's jawline. Charlie falters initially but then eagerly stretches his head back in offer. Don obligingly trails his lips down Charlie's neck, sucking softly and scraping teeth over his collarbone. Then, shifting further down, Don unbuckles Charlie’s belt and rucks his tee shirt up to expose a teasing inch of skin. He presses feather light kisses to Charlie's stomach, edging along his waistband with his tongue and reducing his brother to a quivering, whining mess.
Seizing his opportunity, Don reaches further down between Charlie’s feet, immediately sits back, and unwraps an errant stick of gum that had flown free of the pack.
“Guess you dropped one.”
Don pops the gum into his mouth triumphantly before settling back into the driver seat with a smug look.
Charlie’s eyes widen in shock and then narrow dangerously. Turning his body away from Don, Charlie huffs as he reopens his notebook, and continues his notations.
Don feels a pang of disappointment. Crossing his arms, he watches warily as Charlie once again taps that damned pen cap between his teeth and surveys his calculations.
Then, Charlie stills the pen’s movement and barely slides his tongue out to swirl it around the cap. Rounding his lips, Charlie sucks the cap softly at first and then harder, worrying it gently with teeth.
When Don’s eyes finally drift up, he is startled to see Charlie studying him, his eyes dark and coy. Charlie withdraws the pen from his mouth with a wet smack of lips that sizzles straight to Don’s cock. Don pounces on him, snatching both the pen and notebook and throwing them haphazardly into the backseat. Grabbing the sides of Charlie’s face, Don slams their mouths together, biting Charlie’s lips and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Charlie battles for dominance, his tongue chasing Don’s own as the cool spearmint flavor of the gum spreads. Don can’t help the desperate little grunts escaping out of the back of his throat as Charlie pets and squeezes his cock.
Unexpectedly, Charlie tilts back, lowers his window a bit more, and blows sharply, grinning in satisfaction as the wad of gum arcs away into the rain. “Guess I did.”
“Brat.” Don pants, glowering at his brother.
Charlie rolls his eyes and closes his window again, chuckling low and dirty. Leering lasciviously, Charlie swoops down, making quick work of Don’s jeans, and swallows his cock. Charlie’s mouth is a hot, slick vise around him. The unexpected pressure makes Don whimper and dig his fingers into the upholstery. Charlie’s wicked tongue slithers around the head, traces along its ridge, and strokes the underside.
"Fuck! Please!" Don grunts as he feels himself start to come apart. Charlie swallows him again, his cheeks hollowing on the upstroke, and Don explodes, seeing a burst of ruddy light through his eyelids.
When he opens his eyes, Charlie is stroking himself to completion. Batting his hand aside, Don grips his brother’s cock firmly and roughly finishes him off while kissing Charlie breathless. Afterwards, Don cleans Charlie up with a wad of fast-food napkins and kisses him softly, relishing the taste of himself in Charlie’s mouth. The pounding of the rain begins to lessen as their breathing slowly evens out.
After several minutes, Don stretches across to the backseat and retrieves Charlie’s notebook and pen while Charlie quickly cracks open his door and extracts the pack of gum from its cranny. They offer a trade to one another with a warm smile.