Title: Rhapsody
Author: Joolz
Category: PWP, Challenge, First Time, pre-series
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Word Count: 3,200
Summary: They’ve been waiting a long time for this.
Challenge Prompt: Don and Charlie go to a concert.
Notes: Okay, for the time being we’ll ignore the
fact that Don and Charlie could not have gone to a 1977 era Queen concert. They would have been about three and eight
respectively. I know. This is fiction - they’re going anyway. Plus, I don’t know where Don went to college,
so I’m using UC San Diego.
Quoted lyrics are all by
Queen.
Disclaimer: Not my lovely characters, just playing with
them.
Warnings: Incest, but you knew that already,
right? Underage.
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Rhapsody
Don’s excitement had been
growing for days, his mind never far from what was going to happen. Yeah, the concert itself was worth being
excited about, but it was way more than that.
Don was going to do something he’d been wanting
to do for a long time.
It was spring break at CalSci, and since Don had a break from UCSD too, to give
Mom and Dad some time alone together he was taking Charlie on a road trip to
Queen. One hit
after another. Flashy,
stylish, wild. The
ultimate concert experience.
Don had managed to get
tickets, and he could have taken anyone he wanted. His friends, the girls he knew, they would
all have been competing for the chance to go.
An image had come to him in a flash of clarity, though, and then there
was really only one choice of who to share this with.
As they filed into the
stadium Don was tense with anticipation, and Charlie kept looking at him like
he was trying to figure out what was wrong.
But there was no way Don could explain why his stomach felt like he’d
swallowed barbed wire.
He was going to touch
Charlie today. Finally.
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The family was seated at the dinner table, having
the same boring conversation as always.
What Dad did at work that day, how Charlie was adjusting to being a
thirteen year old high school senior. Blah, blah.
Don felt something on the side of his leg, like a
bug or something. He swung his hand down
to knock it off, but it wasn’t a bug.
Charlie’s fingers were tickling the outside of his thigh. Don sent him a look, but Charlie was in the
middle of telling what he clearly thought was an amusing story about how May
Louise Green split her pants when she bent over to pick up a dropped book, and
he didn’t even notice Don’s ‘you’re a pain in the ass’ glare.
The beef strew was good, so Don went back to
eating. A few minutes later he felt the
touch again. This time he batted
Charlie’s hand away more forcefully.
What a little dweeb the kid was, always trying
to annoy Don.
Then Don caught Charlie looking at him, and there
was something in his expression. It was
THAT look, the one he’d been giving Don for a while now. All hot and hungry. Every time he did it, it made Charlie look
like a stranger, and it made Don nervous.
Don pushed away from the table.
“I’m going to Matt’s to practice.”
He was out the door before either of his parents
could protest.
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The atmosphere in the
stadium was amazing, like one really huge party. No alcohol was allowed in, but that didn’t
seem to stop anyone from having it anyway.
Once in a while the sweet smell of pot would wash over the crowd, though
Don couldn’t see who was smoking.
Charlie had forgotten to
be worried about Don, and was staring around with wide eyes. Don guessed that Mom didn’t let him go to a
lot of rock concerts, even though he was in grad school. She was way overprotective, but all that did
was make Charlie better at sneaking around.
She thought Charlie at seventeen was her innocent baby; little did she
know.
Still, even Don was
impressed. They were standing on the
floor of the large basketball stadium, close to the stage, instead of seated in
the bleachers. The stage was simple,
with just the drum kit, keyboard and microphones, but there was a huge array of
lights suspended overhead and massive speakers.
A long runway extended out from the stage into the audience.
The floor was packed tight
and the brothers were jostled and bumped as people moved around them. It wasn’t a problem, though. Everybody was in a good mood. Some were looking a little green from too
much MD2020 in the parking lot before coming in, but Don and Charlie were
sober. Don wanted to remember every
minute of this night.
The opening band Thin Lizzy came on, and that was cool. People were bopping to the music, but
everyone knew it wasn’t the main act and they were holding back in
anticipation.
Don himself was
relaxing. He felt alive, like he could
rule the world. He was in control, and he was ready.
At intermission they
pushed their way to the edge of the crowd and made it to the bathroom, then Don
elbowed through the excited throng to get them back close to the stage, with
Charlie behind him hanging onto his belt loops.
Charlie was still pretty short, and Don made sure to clear them enough
space so he wouldn’t get crushed.
Then the lights all went
off, plunging ten thousand people into pitch blackness, and a hush fell over
the crowd.
A disembodied voice said
over the speakers, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Queen.”
A roar welled up from the
audience as a spotlight hit Freddie Mercury at the keyboard, all but drowning
out the first notes of an instrumental opening.
The lights widened to show the whole band.
Don felt his excitement
grow. This was so fucking cool. Mercury was wearing a one-piece thing, Don
thought it was called a unitard, but he wasn’t
sure. Skin tight, white, cut down below
his belly button, but with shoulder straps.
From where they were standing they had a great view, and the outfit left
little to the imagination.
Charlie turned to Don, his
eyes bright and smile beaming. Don
grinned back, not even trying to pretend indifference. Yeah, he was the older brother, been to
concerts before, but this was Queen!
The music rolled over
them, the lights flashing on and off, the colors shifting, the crowd transfixed
and surging in response.
Freddie Mercury struck a
pose on the runway, not far from where they were standing.
“I’ve got to find me…. Somebody to love…”
Don shifted Charlie in
front of him, shielding him from the crowd’s exuberant response.
Then, “She’s a killer queen …”
It was time. Don’s gut tightened, but he didn’t want to
wait any longer. He put his hands on
Charlie’s hips, as though to steady him.
Bone and muscle felt solid – this was Charlie’s body, and Don was
touching it in a way he never had before.
A thrill shivered through him.
Don slid his hands forward
across Charlie’s belly, encircling him with his arms.
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The illicit touches under the dinner table
continued, and Charlie grew bolder, sliding his fingers over the top of Don’s
thigh and squeezing. Don shifted away or
pushed his hand off, over and over again.
Don didn’t know what to think about it; mostly he thought Charlie was
weird. Whatever this was, it was
definitely, totally weird, but it was between him and Charlie. Don never said anything,
and their parents never noticed.
It was kind of fun, actually, like a game. It dangerous, too, and Don got a kick out of
that. Even though several days might go
by between Charlie’s attempts to touch him, Don was always thinking about it
now. All through dinner, he would wait
for the tell-tale heat of a hand moving closer to his leg, of fingers running
over the denim of his jeans. He always
wondered, would Charlie try something that evening, or not? It made dinner time interesting, and in fact,
had Don looking forward to it.
He didn’t know what Charlie was trying to prove,
but it didn’t really matter to Don, because he was enjoying it.
In fact, he was ready to up the ante a little
bit. Don decided to call Charlie’s
bluff. Instead of pushing his hand away,
Don would ignore it, and see how Charlie reacted. Don thought his brother would probably back
off, the fun of the game being in aggravating Don. It would be kind of too bad if it stopped,
but okay because Don would have won, whatever the game was.
So the next time he felt Charlie touch his leg, Don
did nothing. He took a drink of iced tea
and nodded at what his father was saying.
Charlie’s fingers brushed his thigh and dipped to
the inner seam.
Don did nothing.
The fingers stilled, like Charlie was expecting to
be smacked.
He wasn’t smacked.
Don buttered his bread, smirking inside. Now Charlie would chicken out.
He didn’t.
Charlie’s hand spread wide on Don’s leg and squeezed, almost like a
warning. Don grinned.
Their dad said, “Do I take it, Don, that that’s a
yes? I’m sure you’ll enjoy golf if you
give it a try. I can pick you up after
school Thursday.”
Don hadn’t been listening, and now he was going to
have to go play golf with the old man, or explain why he was smiling.
“Sure, Dad.
Sounds good.”
Charlie’s fingers moved up, toward his crotch. Not what Don was expecting, and the tickle to
the sensitive area had him hardening.
“That’s great,” their dad went on. “Arnie’s boy plays
really well now. They team up sometimes
in the tournaments. Not that you have to
do that too, I just mean it’ll be nice to spend some time together.”
Charlie’s hand was still moving up,
and Don couldn’t believe it. Charlie
sure hadn’t chickened out, and now Don had to play along. It looked like his own bluff had been called,
but how far was Charlie going to go?
“Yeah,” he choked out, trying to act like nothing
was happening except talk about golf.
“It’ll be fun.”
Charlie touched the crotch of Don’s jeans. He had to feel that Don was hard as a rock,
but he still didn’t pull his hand away.
He traced up the length of Don’s cock, and Don felt like he was seconds
from coming. It was a soft contact, he
could really barely feel it through the denim and the zipper, but he knew
Charlie was touching his dick. He’d never
been more turned on in his life.
Don pushed back from the table, away from Charlie’s
hand. Don couldn’t look at his brother
as he excused himself. The little brat
had totally won this round.
Don bolted up the stairs to the bathroom, where he
fumbled to get his jeans open as quickly as
possible. He’d barely gotten his hard-on
out before he was coming into the toilet, thinking of that ghostly caress.
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As Don’s arms closed
around Charlie, the younger man tensed momentarily, then
relaxed, leaning back against Don’s chest.
Charlie tried to turn his head to look at Don, or worse, say something,
and Don shouted, the equivalent of a whisper under the
circumstances, “Don’t. Watch the
show.”
Charlie turned back to the
stage, apparently willing to follow Don’s lead.
Don buried his nose in the
thick hair curled behind Charlie’s ear and inhaled. It smelled clean, slightly sweaty, and so
much like Charlie.
Don felt an emotion move through him that he couldn’t define, but it was
warm and sweet. He could feel the heat
of Charlie’s back against his chest, and it was perfect. Charlie was just short enough that they fit
together just right.
Moving a hand upward over
his shirt, Don felt the contours of Charlie’s chest. There were planes and curves and the slight
roughness of hair, and Don was fascinated.
As the music changed to a quiet ballad, he pushed one hand up underneath
Charlie’s shirt, to touch his body directly.
He felt, more than heard, Charlie gasp at the contact. The heart under his hand beat wildly.
It felt so good, Don didn’t know how he’d lived this long without
touching Charlie.
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Making up excuses, Don was away at dinner time for a
couple of days, but in truth he didn’t know which he wanted more, for Charlie
to never do that again, or for Charlie to do that again.
Eventually, Don got mad at himself. He couldn’t let Charlie get to him like
this. No way was he going to admit defeat
in whatever game he and Charlie were playing.
Don didn’t like to lose ever, and especially not to
his little brother. He decided to
take control of the situation.
He went back to the normal routine, and the next
time Charlie started to feel him up, Don let his thighs fall loosely open: an
invitation, demonstrating that Charlie wasn’t getting to Don, daring him to do
it again.
Don was only a little surprised when the stubborn
bastard didn’t back down, but moved his hand directly to Don’s cock, which swelled
obediently under the pressure. Don may
have jumped slightly at the contact, but covered by reaching for the
potatoes.
Charlie was describing some kind of mathematical
problem in enough detail to make their parents’ eyes glaze over and stroking Don’s
cock at the same time, and never missed a word.
Don couldn’t help but admire his brother in that moment, even as he
considered strangling him. The kid was
so cool, butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
But his hand was damn hot. It took all Don’s control to not thrust into
it. Charlie rubbed the heel of his hand
up and down just fast enough to make Don crazy, but
not fast enough that he could come. Not
that he wanted to, not at the table anyway.
That would be too much. When he
couldn’t stand any more, he shifted away, and concentrated on finishing his
meal.
As soon as he could, he escaped to the back
yard. There was a place where a small
alcove sheltered him from being seen from the windows of the house, and from
any snooping neighbors. He leaned
against the brick and unzipped his jeans.
His erection heavy in his hand, Don closed his eyes and started to
stroke himself. Hearing a noise, he
opened his eyes and saw Charlie standing a few feet away, watching. Don pulled roughly at himself a couple of
times and came, with Charlie watching avidly.
When the rush passed, Don tucked himself back in
and zipped up. Then he met Charlie’s
eyes. There was no denying that the
covert touching was exciting him, and Don didn’t try. As they looked at each other, some kind of
understanding was reached. This was
okay. Whatever was happening, they were
in it together.
His eyes dropping to Don’s crotch, Charlie said, “I
want….”
Don walked past him, almost swaggering, and ruffled
his hair. “I know.”
Then he kept going.
They might not make sense to anyone else, but this game was going to
have rules, and Don would set them.
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The entire stadium went
dark just as Don slid his hand under the waistband of Charlie’s pants. That made the moment Don touched Charlie’s
cock more dramatic, but it wouldn’t really have mattered if every light in the
place had been on. Everyone around them
was focused entirely on the stage, not on them.
Even if someone did notice what Don was doing, they wouldn’t have
cared. No one knew who they were.
He cupped the heated flesh
under his hand, and Charlie jerked his hips forward for more.
Tight harmonies rose from
the speakers in the darkness.
“Is this the real life, or is this fantasy”
Don gripped Charlie’s
length firmly, trying to memorize the textures and the contours. He’d imagined how it might feel many times,
but this was the real thing.
The lights came back, and
Don noticed that Freddie Mercury was now wearing a black one-piece whatever it
was. The lights weren’t down long enough
for him to have gone off stage, so he must have changed right there in the
middle of the stadium, in the dark. That
was hot, but not as hot as Charlie.
Not one to be passive,
Charlie pushed back, grinding his ass against Don’s own erection. That was fine, Don certainly wasn’t going to
complain, but tonight it wasn’t about him.
Tonight was going to be something Charlie would remember all his life.
It wouldn’t be the first
time someone got his younger brother off, Don knew that. While Charlie was at
Don asked enough questions
to make sure Charlie wasn’t getting into anything dangerous, but he liked to
hear Charlie talk about his experiences.
He was the only person Charlie was open with, and it was something that
was just theirs to share.
Like this moment was just
theirs. Don stroked Charlie firmly, his
other arm tightening around Charlie’s torso.
He knew full well how long Charlie had been waiting for Don to touch
him, how long he’d wanted it.
All those years ago,
before they’d both gone away to college, they’d done stuff together. Don allowed Charlie to touch him through his
clothes, and let Charlie watch him get himself off. Sometimes they jacked off together. But no matter how much Don’s mouth watered
with wanting to suck Charlie, or how much he ached to take him in his hand, he
never did.
Until
now.
Charlie was squirming with
pleasure, and Don quickened his stroke.
He whispered to Charlie, though he knew his brother couldn’t hear him,
perhaps could only feel Don’s breath on his ear.
“So
beautiful, Charlie. Always so beautiful. Love you so damn much, want to make you feel
good. Want to make you fly.”
Charlie’s hips hitched
forward, then stilled. Don felt the
ecstatic tension in Charlie’s lean body and the warmth of come spill over his
fist. He’d made Charlie come. He had, directly. Finally. And it was so good.
Charlie melted back
against him, and Don gently drew his hand out.
Ignoring the stickiness, he wrapped his arms around his brother and held
him as closely as he could. No one else
made Don feel like this, like nothing else in the world mattered, like the two
of them together would live forever.
Charlie turned his head
just enough so that Don could see the peaceful smile on his face, and Don
pressed his cheek to Charlie’s. They
stood together, watching the concert.
“Oh, you're my best friend”
End
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