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Author: Nox
Pairing/Characters: Edgerton/Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Season 2 Ep Toxic
Summary: Don was trapped between them.
Notes/Warnings: Incest
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at
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Edgerton was at the bar, grinning slightly into a scotch on the rocks and looking a little less like he was on a hair trigger. He looked up as they walked into the room and Don grinned. Charlie sat himself down next to him and Don followed.
Charlie was in post math victory hyperactivity and ordered a beer while beginning a Fibonacci sequence made of beer nuts along the bar top. The tail of the sequence began to bend in on itself by the time the beer came and Don would bet quite a lot that the ratio of one spiral to the next was as close to 1.6180339887 as one could manage with nuts. It was actually kind of frightening the amount of information he’d absorbed just by growing up around Charlie.
Don stole Charlie’s beer while he was still distracted by his nuts and took a deep drink, the bottle sweaty in his fingers. He’d drained about half of it before Charlie made an indignant noise and snatched it back. Edgerton grinned at him over the lip of his glass and raised an eyebrow. Don smirked back and ordered Charlie another beer in penance and one for himself.
Charlie had run out of nuts and moved onto building a tower from bar detritus which Don knew from experience would become larger, more elaborate and somehow against all logic, more stable the drunker Charlie became. Don could feel Edgerton watching Charlie, even if Charlie couldn’t, to distracted by the numbers flashing through his mind. Their eyes met over something illogical Charlie was doing with the now empty nut bowl and a salt shaker and Edgerton’s eyes were dark. The contact lasted a few long moments before Edgerton leant back on his stool. He ran the glass along the length of one finger and smiled.
“I really do have the best fun with you two.”
Don watched the way Charlie smiled back at Edgerton and his gut clenched a little. Well that was just fucking typical, he was left to choose between having Edgerton and what would obviously be spectacular sex and then having Charlie quietly mad at him or no Edgerton and no sex and a happy Charlie. No fucking choice at all, he was trapped.
It was about this time that the barman finally noticed Charlie’s tower which was approaching three feet tall and had started to swallow some of the more unsuspecting items from over the bar and most of everything else within a good two yards (it needed the extra mass to provide a properly balanced base, or so Don had been informed when his half finished beer was absorbed in a slightly disturbing manner). The barman reacted with what Don felt was unjustified anger, something Don tried to point out to him and failed, either his admittedly limited diplomatic skills had failed him or he was drunker than he expected. Well it didn’t matter as they were still being thrown out of the bar, Edgerton excluded, possibly for being a regular or maybe for just looking like he might break any hand laid on him, Don wasn’t quite sure. It was a more gentler throwing out than Don was used to, one of the bigger locals steered him and Charlie to a bench outside and left them, Don stared after him, Charlie had already moved onto calculating the percentage of stars visible here verses those in LA and was somewhere around Pegasus or possibly Orion, Don was always shit with constellations.
With the amount of scotch Edgerton had drunk Don knew he had to be at least as drunk as he and Charlie were but he was still standing irritatingly vertically. He laughed at them from the bar’s doorway and switched the hand holding the bottle of scotch as its iciness numbed his hand.
“Well it wasn’t a bar fight but at least the night hasn’t been boring.” He shook the bottle at them. “But I’ve not had nearly enough to drink and I know the bureau likes me better than you so I suggest my room over yours.” Don blinked at him for a few long moments before finally getting his meaning, well he got that bit pretty quickly, what actually surprised him was that the invitation was aimed at both him and Charlie. Huh, well never let it be said Don Eppes was a chicken (and this is where Don would later remember why being dared while drunk always lead him into awkward situations, like that time in high school with the school mascot…and maybe let that be a story for later), he reached a hand out to Edgerton who levered him and then Charlie off the bench. His hand lingered in Don’s and Don had the sudden pleasant feeling that maybe his options weren’t as limited as he had thought.
Edgerton was right, his room was better than their’s, larger and with a double bed to their twins, which was a definite bonus at this point. Edgerton poured scotch into three of those ubiquitous mini bar glasses that are always just a little too big for one tiny bottle of booze and handed it to them.
Edgerton relaxed back onto the bed and Charlie sat down next to him a little skittishly (for all this room was much better than theirs it still completely lacked chairs), Don joined them.
They were all silent for a few long minutes while they sipped the scotch, so silent that Don actually jumped a little when Edgerton sat up, placed his glass on the bedside table and nodded to himself.
“Ok, just to be sure I’m not going to get a sexual harassment suit filed on me, we’re here for sex right?” Well there are times when bluntness is called for. Charlie turned a spectacular shade of red but yet still nodded cautiously. Don, after a few moments of shock just grinned at him. Don could feel Charlie glance at him, but figured if Charlie was still here at this point he didn’t really need his encouragement.
There was a brief moment of indecision and stillness before Charlie of all people pushed Edgerton up against the headboard and kissed him with a passion Don had never seen him direct towards anything but numbers.
Edgerton’s arms came around him and wrinkled Charlie’s shirt between his fingers. It was an image that was really hotter than it should have been.
Don leant back and watched as Charlie’s fingers griped and slid along Edgerton’s neck, leaving red marks and forcing a groan from him. They broke for a moment and Edgerton looked up, he grinned crookedly and held out a hand and Don let himself be pulled in.
He smelled unsurprisingly of man tang and cordite and somewhat unexpectedly of lavender. His lips were slippery wet and Don could almost imagine he tasted Charlie on them as his tongue slipped into Edgerton’s mouth. Edgerton was an aggressive kisser and Don moaned, it’d been far to long since he’d kissed a man, a mother, two jobs, three cities and enumerable girlfriends long and he’d forgotten how damn quickly it could make him hard.
Charlie was a warm, fidgeting weight against his left side with his hand in Edgerton’s hair and Don couldn’t think of a single reason, right at that moment, why when Edgerton pulled back and Charlie leant in, he shouldn’t kiss his brother. Charlie’s hair fell in lines against his eyes and he tasted of chalk and sugar and beer and kissed full of frustration and frighteningly single-minded intent. And it was exactly what Don expected.
Edgerton seemed to get bored after a few moments and slipped his hand up Don’s shirt to flick at his nipple, Don shuddered against Charlie’s mouth and Edgerton did it again and again until Don broke away and kissed him instead.
“I was busy.”
Edgerton grinned.
“I noticed.”
Don smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, muscles of his back standing out under his skin as he stretched.
He wavered a little unsteadily on his knees and Edgerton pulled him back down. Edgerton straddled his thighs and grinned down at him before kissing his way down Don’s chest. Don watched him, twitching occasionally when he found a sensitive spot, he was distracted and it took him a few moments to notice movement over Edgerton’s shoulder.
By the time Don noticed, Charlie had already shed his shirt and his belt and his pants were sitting low on his hips, showing tantalising glimpses of skin.
Don shuddered, half for Edgerton’s tongue sliding along the hollow of his hip and half for the drag of cotton briefs over Charlie’s cock before it emerged, hard and already damp at the tip.
Edgerton was working on his belt, mouth hot over his cock, breath warm through the fabric. Don’s hands twitched involuntarily against the bed at the touch, holding his hips still through sheer stubbornness.
It was leaving him edgy and Don couldn’t stand to look at him lest he come embarrassingly fast, Charlie wasn’t any better, his head thrown back as he leant into Edgerton, his cock grazing the back of his thigh. So Don shut his eyes, he figured it was the better plan.
His pants disappeared while his eyes flickered back and forth in the dark and they clenched shut even tighter when Edgerton’s breath puffed over his bare skin.
Don’s eyes opened a little reluctantly when Edgerton’s breath disappeared and his weight shifted on Don’s thighs. He swallowed as his eyes adjusted back to the light. Charlie had obviously decided Edgerton was far to clothed and was pressed flush up against his back, peeling his shirt off him.
Don took a moment to just watch (and get his breath back) before dragging the rest of his legs out from under Edgerton and raising himself to his knees. Charlie had moved onto Edgerton’s belt and Don groaned as his cock brushed up against Charlie’s fingers as he leant in to kiss Edgerton.
He pulled back to watch Edgerton’s pants come off but instead focused on the wet stripe of precome he’d drawn across Charlie’s knuckles and god was that hot.
His hands joined Charlie’s in pushing Edgerton’s pants and truly sensible army issue briefs down his thighs before he raised one to his mouth and, eyes on Edgerton, licked long strips along it. Edgerton rocked back against Charlie as Don’s hand slid down his cock and it forced a groan out of Charlie, his cock sliding along the crack of Edgerton’s ass.
One of Edgerton’s arms came up around Don’s back, hand gripping his shoulder blade tightly, the other reached back and buried itself in Charlie’s hair.
Edgerton’s head tipped back and Don pressed his mouth to his neck, Edgerton’s cock slick smooth in his hand. He bit down, loving the way Edgerton moaned and pressed into it and not caring a bit how obvious what they were doing would be tomorrow. His cock jumped in Don’s hand and he bit down again, a little harder this time and he could feel the moan in his lips as they pressed against the skin.
Edgerton’s hips were thrusting now, pushing his cock faster into Don’s strokes, pushing closer to Don until every thrust ended against Don’s hipbone and it was close and on the edge of uncomfortable but Edgerton’s dick was sliding in his own precome across Don’s skin and that was just to hot to give up.
The thrusts had twice the strength as Charlie moved with Edgerton, his cock leaving streaks along his ass and the small of his back and his hands clenching at Edgerton’s hips. They were moving with a surprisingly graceful rhythm, even as Edgerton’s thrusts quickened and began to break apart into ragged shoves.
Don licked across the teeth marks he’d left and bit down one last time as Edgerton started to fall apart. He came across Don’s stomach and hip and cock, thrusting through the aftershocks before reaching his hand back and wrapping it around Charlie’s dick. Edgerton’s hands were a little shaky but Charlie was so close that he just tipped his head back and fucked himself into Edgerton’s hand.
Don’s breath was shaky as Charlie’s mouth fell open and he groaned through his orgasm, Edgerton pumping him until he fell back, limp.
Don watched him laid out naked on the bed, come streaked along his thigh and his hands clenched against his thighs. Edgerton obviously felt him move because he turned back, a smirk on his lips and planted a hand in the middle of Don’s chest, pushing him back into the mattress.
Don stoped breathing when Edgerton pushed his thighs apart and rested his head against Don’s hip licking up his cock, leaving a clean spot amongst all the come. Edgerton did it again before pushing himself up on his elbows and taking Don’s cock in with one long slide. And oh God he could do that so much better than anyone Don’d ever been with, man or woman, Don wasn’t sure what the Army was teaching these days, but he was pretty thankful for it right then.
Edgerton’s hair wasn’t quite long enough to clutch properly so Don’s fingers just slid along his skull as Edgerton moved.
It took Don a long moment to notice the bed shifting, as distracted as he was, so it wasn’t until Charlie settled down along his thigh that he noticed he’d even moved.
Charlie’s head was propped up on his hand, watching Don’s cock slide in and out of Edgerton’s mouth, his breath ghosting hot along Don’s thigh.
Charlie started drawing patterns on Don’s skin, equations and expressions but Don didn’t care very much what they were once they started brushing up against his nipples.
Don was trapped between them, not sure who he wanted to push into, where he wanted to demand so he just took it all, the world falling into shards around him.
Charlie’s hands pressed into his hips as he came, holding him still as Edgerton drank him down, a little come slipping from his lips onto Don’s already smeared skin.
Edgerton licked his dick clean, a little useless seeing how covered in come he was but Don wasn’t complaining, before pulling back and flopping onto the bed beside Don.
Charlie dragged himself up the bed on the other side and immediately stole the pillow. Don groaned, stole it back and offered his shoulder in substitute when it looked like Charlie was going to kick up a fuss. Edgerton laughed at them and laid his head next to Don’s on the pillow, one arm draped over Don’s chest.
So trapped between Edgerton and Charlie and without a thought of how truly awkward the next morning was going to be, Don went to sleep.
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It was really something I could visualise, in fact I'm replaying it in my mind right now!
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