Fic: Lost Boys Series
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numb3rsfanrecsTitle: Lost Boys
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knotted_rose
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Don, Charlie/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3 medium length fics
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's very well written and terrifically angsty (even if Don's martyr complex does make me want to stab him)
Lost Boys Series: Lost Boys Reflecting Boys Two-Faced Boys
Words don't suddenly come easily to Charlie when he's drunk. He doesn't suddenly pick up the social skills that he's always lacked. He doesn't suddenly become human.
He does become very tactile.
He takes Don's hand, strokes the back of it, and talks of the fractal pattern of veins under the skin, the multitudes of nerve endings in the fingertips.
He lays with his head resting on Don's thigh and gazes up, his face shining with simplicity -- all the mathematical computations melted away -- looking younger than Don's felt in many, many years.
And Don can't take that innocence. Not now. Not with Charlie looking at him like that, looking up to him for the first time, eyes wide, like it means something that Don's his older brother, the totality of Charlie's world.
So Don just brushes his hand across Charlie's eyes, forcing him to close them, letting his brother rest, being his brother's keeper.
The time hasn't come, yet, to break Charlie's trust.
Author:
knotted_rosePairing/Characters: Charlie/Don, Charlie/Colby
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3 medium length fics
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's very well written and terrifically angsty (even if Don's martyr complex does make me want to stab him)
Lost Boys Series: Lost Boys Reflecting Boys Two-Faced Boys
Words don't suddenly come easily to Charlie when he's drunk. He doesn't suddenly pick up the social skills that he's always lacked. He doesn't suddenly become human.
He does become very tactile.
He takes Don's hand, strokes the back of it, and talks of the fractal pattern of veins under the skin, the multitudes of nerve endings in the fingertips.
He lays with his head resting on Don's thigh and gazes up, his face shining with simplicity -- all the mathematical computations melted away -- looking younger than Don's felt in many, many years.
And Don can't take that innocence. Not now. Not with Charlie looking at him like that, looking up to him for the first time, eyes wide, like it means something that Don's his older brother, the totality of Charlie's world.
So Don just brushes his hand across Charlie's eyes, forcing him to close them, letting his brother rest, being his brother's keeper.
The time hasn't come, yet, to break Charlie's trust.
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