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Title: Bed Check
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13 with warnings
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash, incest
Acknowledgements:

emmademarais for being awesome. :)
Author's Note: Inspired by Emma's drabble "Strength to Go On". She wrote a gorgeous drabble about Don volunteering with Habitat for Humanity, and all I could produce in turn was prurience.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.

They return to a silent house, so while Dad heads to the shower Don goes to check on Charlie. As he carefully shuts the bedroom door, Don murmurs, "Hey, Chuck," to Charlie's quilt-covered shoulder. Charlie flails one hand backwards in an ineffectual shooing motion, groaning when Don catches his wrist. "You gonna sleep all day?"

"Until I feel better, yeah," Charlie mumbles, rolling to face Don, smiling with eyes closed.

"Missed you out there today." Don sits, and Charlie slumps into him, pressing his nose hard into Don's side.

"Mmm," Charlie hums, tingling into Don's skin, then backs up just enough to say, "you smell--"

Don rolls his eyes. "No shit, I did an honest day's work out there."

Charlie waves his hand, pushing his face into Don again and rocking back with a big grin. "No, you didn't let me finish. You smell warm and sweaty. Masculine. Approaching the limit at infinity of sexiness."

Charlie punctuates this by slinging his arm across Don's lap. Don shakes his head, his face heating, his hand sinking into Charlie's hair. "I need a shower, buddy. Besides, aren't you sick?"

"Most provably. If I weren't I'd be all over you." Charlie pushes his head against Don's hip, tightening his hold.

Don should really have disentangled himself already. "There are other reasons," he mutters, peeling Charlie's arm away. "Some really good ones."

Charlie sighs and lets go, muttering, "Yeah," as he rolls facedown. Don stands up, looking down at his curly head, the line of his lean back. Then Charlie turns just enough for one eye to glint through his curls, his smirk tilting up out of the pillow. "You do smell really hot, though."

Despite himself, Don grins. "Thanks, Chuck," he says, and when Charlie responds by flipping him off and making a loud snoring noise, he can't help chuckling.