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Hectic, rushed, as if an imaginary alarm was set to go off at any minute. Rapid movements, the vase Nick has bought after knocking his old one over fell down again, its destruction a reflection of themselves. Their lips never parted, their desire too immense to care. Neither of them knew what caused the other to feel such things, such intense yearning, such intense longing. For Nick it was the past, the painfully long decade of trying to forget and move on, just to fall back into the warm comfort blanket of familiarity. But what about Charlie? Perhaps it was an ego related issue, seeing his first love doing well and feeling the need to prove something to Nick and maybe even himself.
"I owe you like two vases." Charlie whispered, a sly smirk on his face. The older man grinned before pressing his ex against the wall.
"You know, I owe you something as well..." cocking an eyebrow, the dark haired man waited for Nick to elaborate.
"Pretty sure I owe you a blow job."
"Well, if you remember it that vividly, then it must be true. Drop on your knees then and suck my cock. I know you are good at it."
Before Nick knew it, another rush of sudden, intense confidence flooded him.
"Who's the one having vivid memories now, Charlie?" maybe arousal fogged up his mind, maybe Charlie genuinely got mad at his past-lover's confrontation, whatever the cause was, it tempted the younger man to grab Nick by the back of his neck, pulling him close, their lips brushing.
"Like you don't remember the way I had to cover my mouth while you fucked me that one Christmas," Nick blushed, his erection aching in his jeans.
"You were so mad, might have been the first time I saw you like that. You grabbed me..." trailing off, Charlie re-enacted the night in question by grabbing a fistful of his past-lover's hair.
"You kissed me, deep, wild, wet..." the ginger haired man's breath hitched, his chest heaving as the other continued.
"I told you, 'your family is home, what are you doing?', but you just kept kissing me..." roaming his hands over Nick's chest, Charlie grabbed his t-shirt's neckline before switching positions, so that it was now him who pressed Nick against the wall.
"Finish. You know you remember it, you know you dream about it, touch yourself to it." the older man tried to catch his breath, watching Charlie unbutton his pants.
"I pushed you on the bed, you giggled, I remember how that made my cock throb," feeling cold air brush against his erection, Nick looked down, noticing that Charlie had freed his cock, his hand wrapping around it.
"Continue." a million questions ran through Nicholas' mind, most of them regarding their mutual arousal stemming from the past event, yet they got lost in the moment, lost in the yearning for the other's body.
"I-I flipped you on your belly, pulled down your pyjama pants," a gasp left the ginger's mouth, Charlie's hand had started to slowly pump his aching cock.
"What did they look like?"
Nick swallowed the lump in his throat, his tongue gliding over his dry lips:
"Red and green, checked, we matched." humming in satisfaction, the younger man continued to slowly jerk Nick off, his lips dangerously close to his past-lover's ear.
"Why don't you show me what you did afterwards? My memory is bad, I think it would help to re-enact that night..." nibbling on Nick's earlobe, his hand continuing to pleasure him, gently.
Without any hesitation, the rugby player maneuvered Charlie over to the bed, pushing him down on it, carefully, yet demanding. It was a sight for the Gods; His curls tousled from their previous make-out-session, his black skinny jeans complimenting his hardened cock, clearly showing its impressive size, it unleashed pure hunger in the man, adrenaline rushed through his body, an animalistic urge accompanying it.
"I want to destroy you." he uttered, almost ripping his shirt off as he did so.
Biting his bottom lip, the younger man curled his fingers, signaling Nick to join him on the bed, to continue. After pressing a single, close-mouthed kiss onto Charlie's lips, Nick flipped his past-lover over, ready to repeat the night in question.
"Keep talking me through it." although the dark haired man tried to make it seem like another demand, it sounded like a plead.
Grabbing the waistband, the ginger-blonde pulled the black jeans down just enough to reveal his plump bottom. Last time he had no chance to properly gaze at the object of his desire, but now he took it all in, from the way his butt was slightly paler than the rest of his body to the mole right under the crease of it, he wanted this sight to be imprinted in his brain.
Wiggling his booty a bit, the younger man signaled Nick to continue.
"Let me grab something," the older man said, Charlie just whined, his desire too strong to wait any longer.
"I spread your cheeks," he heard his past-lover swallow, anticipation lingering in the air. Two big hands pulled the pale cheeks apart, a loud gasp leaving Charlie's mouth as cold air brushed against his hole.
"You gasped," the grin on Nick's face could be heard in his voice.
Something cold and thin was placed over Charlie's entrance; A dental dam.
"What happened then?" his breath heavy, his voice drenched in lust, Charlie couldn't wait for what was yet to happen.
Instead of responding with his words, Nick started to lick over his ex's hole, earning a loud whine in response. It has been a while since they've experienced desire that intensely, everytime they gave into their arousal, something within them went off, a bomb exploded, destroying their self-control. Once Nick felt satisfied with the amount of licking, he gently pushed the tip of his tongue in, teasing Charlie just enough to earn more whimpers.
Throwing his head back, the tan man grabbed a handful of Nick's hair, trying to press him tighter onto his hole. Giving into his desires, Nick dug his tongue deeper into Charlie, a lewd moan escaping him.
"Remember what happened after?" letting go of his hole, Nick crawled back up to his ex.
"You fucked me." out of breath, lids heavy, butt still in the air, the young mathematician could barely keep himself from jumping on top of the man of his desire.
"Slow down, tell me about each and every step." Charlie wondered what suddenly slowed his ex-boyfriend down, but he soon realized that Nick was planning on prepping him- condoms and lube already laid out on the bed.
"You lubed up your fingers, I remember how much lube you used to put on, you were terrified of hurting me." something glistened in the younger's eyes, involuntarily, though he shut down just a split second later.
"Well, I got better at that." pushing one finger against his entrance, Nick waited for Charlie to give him the green light. After receiving an eager nod, he gently pushed his index finger in, watching as Charlie closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"I also remember it being one of the first times we rushed, you had such a fire in you." his middle finger joined, slow, inch for inch.
"I still do. I am just not a horny teenager anymore, I am an adult who knows how to properly please."
"You always knew how to properly please." inhaling sharply, Charlie threw his head back, letting Nick stretch him.
"The most exhilarating part of that night was that everyone was home, we never did anything while your family was home before." the stinging pain slowly faded, pleasure taking over.
"I needed you, I needed the love that drowned my body every time we had sex. God, I think I've never needed to make love with you as much as I did that night." unsure whether his pale skin flushed from the arousal or confession, Charlie pulled Nick on top of him, signaling him to continue.
Both men felt the need from that night, pure lust mixed with the comforting familiarity of each other's bodies. Heavy breaths harmonizing in the spaceous bedroom, an orchestra of desire played by hidden emotions, drowning out everything around them.
"Fuck," Nick breathed out, his erection pulsating inside of his past-lover.
"You are breathtaking." he added, his gaze lingering on Charlie's face; parted lips, red and wet from the kisses they've shared, heavy lids, a delicious flush tinting his skin.
"I need you, please." the curly haired man pleaded, his arms wrapping around Nick's neck.
Soon their bodies moved in sync, Nick focusing on pleasing Charlie, his ears soaking up the obscene sounds. Some things have changed, though his past-lover's volume remained. He has always been on the louder side, from whimpers and whines to loud moans and yelps- another reason why the night in question was particularly thrilling. As if Charlie read Nick's thoughts, his own hand now covered his mouth, stiffling his song of lust. Feeling encouraged by his actions, Nick went deeper, trying to find his ex-boyfriend's sweet spot.
"Nick!" his nails dug into the athlete's flesh, marking him.
"Fuck, sorry."
"It's okay, just let it out." pressing a soft kiss onto the younger man's lips, Nick slowed down, focusing on stimulating Charlie's prostate.
"Say my name, Nick." Charlie ordered, again.
That's when Nick painfully remembered.
"Charlie," he whispered, a change in atmosphere noticeable.
"Charlie," he stopped moving, rolling off of his past-lover.
Nick faced Charlie. Charlie faced Nick. Their eyes glistening as tears threatened to escape.
"We're not okay, aren't we?"