Title:
Danger In The Little Things
Author: Drysden
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Charlie/Liam
Rating: NC-17
lite
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Have you ever woken up in the
wrong place at the right time?
A/N: This is my first Lost fanfic, although hopefully not the last. Constructive feedback is always welcome
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He's gotten lost again, or at least that's how it seems at first. Not quite sure he fell asleep here, although the whole week is a little blurry and it's not like it's the first time that this has happened. Wake up in a strange place with an even stranger girl asleep between the sheets. Most of them don't wake him up this nicely, but it's something he could get used to.
Look down, check what type of pretty girl it is tonight.
Or not.
Not a pretty girl after all, not unless this pretty girl has had some serious surgery. While his mind is having a brief panic his body is reacting on pure instinct, instinct which seems to be of the opinion it's not worth wasting a good mouth, doesn't matter what type of face it's attached too.
He considers his options for a
while. He's a rock star now, this type of thing is all part of the
job plus no one is going to know, not unless this guy talks. But what
if…
He can see it now, splashed across E! and front page news on
all the trashy mags. But it's more than that, he can see Liam's
face screwed up in disgust.
Not going to happen. He's done too much to stick by Liam, gone through too much pain to let a good mouth ruin it.
It's dark outside, if he runs now maybe nothing will happen, besides, the guy mightn't have even recognised him. After all he isn't bad looking. It's not like he needs fame to pull them, So a few girls turned him down in the past, doesn't mean they all would have.
It's back into reality and his hips are jerking up off the bed, lungs desperately gasping for air.
Strange that, he didn't even realise he was close. The again, there were bigger things on his mind, at least for a while anyway. It's a blank slate now, all the thoughts have been sucked right out of him, literally.
The stranger is moving upwards, and he really can't deal with this now. Maybe if he closes his eyes it will all go away.
It's not working, warm breathe is dusting across his cheek and chapped lips are descending on his own.
Then there's tongue. And he really doesn't want to think about what that bitter tang is. Something is registering in his mind, there's a scent about the stranger, something very familiar and …oh.
Open up eyes and yep, it's just that bad. That smell is so familiar, so very much like his own. After all he and Liam spend a lot of time together.
His brain is malfunctioning. Red alert is on and screaming 'abort! ABORT!' but all he can do is look up at Liam and his glazed over eyes, eyes that are staring straight through him no recognition at all.
It's wrong, so very, very wrong. He should be pulling away, he could leave Liam laying in the bed and come back in later to make up a story about a wild night, two girls and a champagne Jacuzzi. It's nothing Liam wouldn't believe.
But he doesn't. He pushes closer, hands slowly touching and mapping a body he has seen almost as much as his own. He can feel tears stinging at his eyes. He can't do this, not without a hit. There's a baggie under the pillow if he knows Liam.
And he does.
Rubbing it in his mouth is the easiest alternative, and not surprisingly Liam surges in for a kiss. The drugs start to work, the tears are gone at least for now. Maybe when he wakes up later, alone on his brother's bed, still semi-hard with cum slowly drying on his chest, maybe then he will let those tears fall.
But not now, because Charlie has two addictions, and right now he really needs a fix.
