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When Friday evening arrived, Charlie found himself in front of Alden’s flat, a bouquet of flowers and tin of cookies held close to his chest. The flat was small, a simple development situated near a children’s park. Charlie beamed with pride at the amount of foliage around Alden’s unit, knowing it had to have been his handiwork.
He’d arrived earlier than expected, loitering outside the flat in order to not appear so desperate. After all, he’d already blown his planned proposal to Alden two days earlier. A consequence of his eagerness. It was the type of question one had to ask face to face. Not over the phone on a weak connection, barely able to say two words without stuttering, afraid of the potential rejection.
Charlie swallowed, reflecting.
“-Oh no! You didn’t get hurt, right?”
“Nah, we legged it outta there before the mama fox could come near us. We didn’t want ‘er to think we were gonna hurt her babies.”
“And the garden party?”
“Still tops, though I swore someone nicked my biscuit. Or something.”
Charlie giggled. “At least you know her babies were well fed.”
“Yeah, didn’t go to waste.”
Charlie nodded, glancing out the window, catching sight of the crescent moon peeking through his blinds. Looking much like the moon he and Alden had on their first date, watching over them like a guardian. He was brave then, taking the first step. Why not do it again?
“Alden? M-may I ask you something?”
“Go for it babe.”
Charlie blushed darkly, still getting used to Alden’s pet name for him. “We’ve been d-dating for a while now, wouldn’t you say?”
“We have.”
Charlie bit his lip, sitting up on the edge of his bed. “And we’ve made plenty of good memories haven’t we?”
“Right…” The playful inflection in Alden’s voice waned.
Charlie‘s heart rattled against his chest, jumping at the creaking sound from behind his bedroom door. Closing his eyes, Charlie took a breath.
“I want t-to make more with you. A lot more. Alden…I want to be your boyfriend.”
Silence followed and Charlie’s heat sank into the abyss that formed inside his chest. Oh no, he had assumed too much, said the wrong thing.
“Unless you don’t want to! I-I know this was too forward of me to ask-”
“Charlie-”
“But I really like you Alden and I know I’m inexperienced-”
“Char-”
“I just hope you can forgive-”
“Charlie!” Alden’s voice cut through his ramble, not rude or crass, simply authoritative, the type of voice Charlie responded to when caught in his own head.
“I didn’t mean to shout Charlie, was the only way to get your attention,”
Charlie nodded, willing the tears that threatened to spillover from doing so. Alden’s rejection would be following any second now.
“Like I said before Charlie, you need to cut yourself some slack. Too hard on yourself sometimes. Now goin’ back to your question, you can be my boyfriend,”
Charlie’s ears pricked up, squishing his mobile against his ear as hard as he could.
“On one condition,”
Oh dear, a qualifier, nothing good ever came out of those.
“W-what condition?” Charlie asked, unable to keep the tremor from his voice.
“That I get to be your boyfriend.”
Charlie responded by releasing an ear piercing shout of excitement, making the men loitering outside his door yelp in surprise.
Lester grumbled behind the door. “Didn’t know he could scream that fucking loud.”
Tom spoke up after. “Agreed. You owe me five quid by the way.”
Charlie was too excited to check in on the pair, finishing his mini celebration around the room before grabbing his cell and hearing Alden’s voice once more.
“I take it that’s a yes then?”
Boyfriends.
A label Charlie never thought he would earn. Only moments away from his first date with Alden as an official couple. He pinched himself twice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then once more for luck. Holding the peony bouquet snug against his chest (Alden’s favorite), he breathed in the subtle fragrant scent, braving his way up the cobble path to the doorway.
He gave himself a quick once over, adjusting the sleeves of his thick coat and fixing one finicky curl hanging over his eyes. It stubbornly fell back into place as he pressed the doorbell, feeling his knees knock together in anticipation.
The door opened, flooding the pathway in a bright orange glow. A glow that paled in comparison to Alden’s smile, one that illuminated all else.
“Hi Charlie!”
Charlie swallowed, stricken by Alden’s beauty and smiled in return.
“Hello Alden. I brought these for you.” He held out the bouquet and tin, giggling softly when Alden took them and sniffed the flowers, thoroughly pleased.
“Oh these are great, thank you! You didn’t have to get me anythin’ you know?”
“I know, but I wanted to. We are boyfriends now…right?”
Alden grinned, wrapping his free arm around Charlie and pulling him close. “We are, aren’t we?”
He pressed his lips to Charlie’s, making him swoon. Charlie held it as long as he could before they broke apart.
Another positive to being a couple, sharing as many kisses as possible.
“Come inside, yeah, I’ve got our scran in the oven. Best hot pot you’ve ever had. Made it meself and with no help from mum.”
“Really?”
“Almost. I had to ring ‘er for help five times.”
Charlie giggled, stepping into the glow of the flat, the warmth enveloping him as Alden closed the door behind him.
“I’m gonna go find a vase for these. Make yourself at home.”
Alden pressed another kiss to Charlie’s cheek, giving him a small wave as he disappeared down the hall.
Charlie slipped off his coat, tugging on the collar of his turtleneck shirt, looking around Alden's flat. Green was everywhere, a sea of plants flooding into every nook and cranny, overtaking the modest furniture. Bookcases, tables, shelves, wherever there was a flat surface, a potted plant had claimed it. Alden’s living area rivaled that of a greenhouse, with a variety of different species, each meticulously cared for. He even had a few cacti, spotting a few with blooming flowers. Charlie roamed around the room, lingering by a large Monstera in the corner. He spotted the beginnings of a sprouting leaf, delicately tracing his finger on it.
Alden emerged from the hallway with a large glass vase, the bouquet safely nestled inside. He motioned for Charlie to follow him to the kitchen. The plant motif continued there as well, flower curtains adorning the windows and wood engraved furniture.
“You have the most lovely plants. You have your own greenhouse here!”
Alden directed him to the dining table, pulling out a chair for him as he set the vase down.
“Thanks. I’ve always had a green thumb and knew I wanted to have as many as I could fit. My flatmate’s not a fan but he’s not mithered s’long as he doesn’t have to help. Not that I mind, I only trust meself around them.”
Charlie fixed one of the peonies. “His name is Harris right?”
“Yup. Kid’s not here otherwise I would’ve loved to introduce you two. He’s spendin’ the weekend with his girl,”
“Now,” Alden clapped his hands together. “Ready for the best meal of your life? Our first as official boyfriends!”
“Absolutely!”
The hotpot ended up being overcooked, the lamb unseasoned, and the veggies too soggy. It took all of Charlie’s strength not to giggle at Alden’s crestfallen expression when he tried the meal, looking adorably stricken. Charlie consoled Alden soon after, praising his efforts regardless. He knew from experience what it meant to have one’s efforts go unnoticed.
“I knew I should’ve rang me mum one more time.” Alden pouted, raising his filled spoon and letting it fall back into his bowl.
Charlie sipped his broth, nose wrinkling at the sudden influx of salt on his tongue, suppressing his gag. Talk about unfortunate timing.
Alden slumped his head on the table. “Knew it.”
“Oh please don’t beat yourself up Alden. It still is a lovely meal. Perfect for this weather we’re having.”
Alden’s voice came out muffled. “It’s angin’,”
Now he was being dramatic.
“Sides, I wanted it to be perfect for you. You deserve it.”
Charlie smiled fondly, feeling his heart swell against his ribcage.
“Alden? Please look at me?”
With a heavy sigh, Alden sat up, peering at Charlie with wide brown puppy eyes.
Charlie couldn’t conceal his smile, resting his hand on Alden’s cheek, stroking his thumb against his warm skin.
“Alden. You did a wonderful job. I’m so proud of you.”
He pressed his lips to Alden’s, the taste of the salty broth on their lips doing nothing to dissuade him. Alden reciprocated, moaning softly into the kiss, his hand caressing Charlie’s chin.
“At least there’s somethin’ I did right; pickin’ you.”
Heart so full it could burst, Charlie kissed him again, holding it his lungs could bear the deprivation no longer.
Dinner went smoothly after that. Alden quickly regained his spirits, relenting to Charlie’s praises after a few more kisses. Many more kisses. Charlie didn’t complain, having never been kissed so many times in his life, adding each one to the internal counter in his head. Currently at sixty three!
They chatted about Alden’s small break with his family. Alden promised that he would introduce them soon, wanting to wait for them to become a couple before doing so. Charlie discovered that Alden had planned to ask him on their next date before he had beaten him to the punch. Charlie apologized with more kisses.
Alden’s spring term was approaching, reluctant to return to school and his nights working at the club. Charlie promised to give him any space he needed to study, surprised that Alden wanted his company instead, wanting his aid for his studies. Charlie couldn’t say no to that.
Alden grinned, finishing off his broth. “Oh I just remembered, didn’t you say you had somethin’ to tell me ‘bout your uncles?”
“Oh yes! Lester proposed to Tom. They are getting married.”
“Really? Oh that's buzzin’ news! When’s the weddin’ happenin?”
“They aren’t sure, but I’m sure they’ll tell me soon. I’m very happy for them.”
Alden smiled and squeezed Charlie’s hand. “You love ‘em alot huh?”
Charlie paused, a bittersweet shroud forming around him, more sobering than the salt on his tongue.
“They’re all I have.”
A solemn mix of expressions washed over Alden’s face, his mouth parting and closing, as if ready to ask a question before deciding against it. Charlie didn’t have to guess what he might have asked. After all, he was always careful to avoid the topic of his parents, his mother, mentioning her only once in their many conversations, keeping any information about her intentionally vague. Alden was decent enough not to pry any further.
But they were official now. Partners. Perhaps that called for some heavy truths. The harder ones would be kept close to his chest. Possibly forever.
“You can tell me what’s on your mind Alden.” Charlie whispered, squeezing his hand.
Alden chewed on his lip, conflicted.
“I don’t know. Seems kinda rude to, don’t wanna bring down the mood.”
Charlie shook his head, shifting closer to Alden’s side. “With you here, I don’t think that’s possible.”
During any difficult conversation, starting slow was always the best approach. Alden was gracious, choosing only to inquire about his true parentage. Charlie opened up about his mother, leaving no stone unturned about her parenting style. The long days and nights he spent alone. The neglect and lack of affection. And his eventual departure from home, all without a proper goodbye.
And Alden stayed by his side through all of it, caressing his back when his shoulders turned rigid and wiping away his tears when the memories became too overwhelming to bear. He whispered quiet encouragement, gently carding his fingers through Charlie’s mess of curls until he had run out of tears to spill.
“Sorry,” Charlie sniffed, taking another tissue from the box Alden procured. “I didn’t mean to use up all your tissues.”
He shyly gestured at his empty bowl, holding a small mountain of crumpled up tissues.
Alden dabbed at his eyes with another tissue. “Don’t be. Not for somethin’ like that.”
“Tonight was supposed to be about us. Having fun and all that other nonsense. I didn’t expect to be crying my eyes out.” Charlie giggled weakly, adding his discarded tissue to his bowl.
Alden smiled softly, kissing his hand. “Maybe not, but somethin’ like that takes guts to share. That means more to me than any movie we’ve coulda binged or badgered at.”
Charlie nearly succumbed to another crying fit, Alden’s endless support healing his exposed heart.
“May…may we still do that? Please?”
Alden kissed his cheek. “Sure babe. Anythin’.”
“And popcorn?”
“Yeah.”
“Cookies?”
“Yeah.”
Charlie tested his luck, a small mischievous grin on his face. “And Masterpiece?”
Alden chuckled. “Only if you want to see me knackered.”
Giggling, Charlie threw his arms around Alden, free of one less stone to burden him.
Popcorn and cookies in hand, taking residence on Alden’s quilted couch, Charlie relented on making Alden watch his period dramas, allowing him the coveted position of choosing the film. Alden assured Charlie he would redeem himself from dinner, finding a marathon of movies about fast cars performing epic stunts that ignored everything physics stood for.
Although Charlie did have to admit, seeing cars parachute out of the sky was …entertaining.
They were halfway through their second film of the night, popcorn bowl empty and cookie tin raided, sparing only the less desirable flavors. Seated closely together, Alden’s arm found a home around Charlie’s shoulder, having never left since the start of the marathon. Charlie hoped his arm would stay there forever, afraid to move or risk dislodging it.
He savored it, discreetly pinching himself for extra measure, finding his dream unbroken. This was real . Alden was real. He lost interest in the movie, committing every detail of this moment to memory.
The scent of Alden’s pine shampoo. The glow of the telly reflecting off his hair. The occasional wink he would send Charlie’s way during a particularly ridiculous scene. The firm yet gentle hold around his shoulder, the stroke of his thumb creating gooseflesh under his clothes. The quiet husk of Alden’s voice against the shell of his ear when making a small comment.
Charlie shivered involuntarily, feeling his belly stir for entirely different reasons this time. He made the mistake of focusing back on the film, eyes growing wide as two characters were locked together in a heedy kiss, their moans of arousal making him all too aware of his close proximity to Alden. Most embarrassingly, feeling heat building in his lower region, his trousers suddenly too tight.
Oh God was…was he getting horny?
He shifted carefully in his seat, his suspicions confirmed when the denim of his jeans constricted around his groin.
Yup, he was definitely hard.
But what would Alden think?
Charlie glanced at him from his periphery, still engrossed in the film.
Would Alden be averse to doing more? Would he reciprocate?
There was only one way to find out.
Swallowing thickly, Charlie shifted closer, tracing his fingers along Alden’s jaw. Alden smiled, turning to kiss his nose before returning back to the film.
Ok, perhaps a less subtle approach would work.
Blood rushing in his ears, Charlie pressed his lips to Alden’s jaw, leaving a trail of chaste kisses. That certainly got his attention, the hand at Charlie’s shoulder clinching tighter.
“Charlie…” Alden moaned quietly.
Finally.
Charlie continued, making soft contented noises in the back of his throat, hand cupping Alden’s cheek. He pulled away, batting his eyes at Alden.
More?
Alden reconnected their lips, answering his unspoken request. For moments they traded kisses, the telly ignored in the background. The fire in Charlie’s belly flickered and bloomed, building up his courage to take it one step further.
By swinging his leg over Alden, straddling his lap.
Alden gasped into his mouth before abruptly pulling away. Charlie went rock still, worried he misread the developing situation. Alden’s face was flushed, mirroring Charlie’s expression. Yet his hand never vacated Charlie’s side, the other moving to reflect that of its partner.
“Is…is this ok?” Charlie whispered, his blush returning.
Alden swallowed, his smile crooked. “Yeah, yeah totally.”
The two returned to kissing, introducing tongue, moaning hungrily into the other’s mouth. For minutes, all they did was kiss. Alden’s hands held him in place, his thumbs skimming underneath the hem of his turtleneck, touching bare skin.
Charlie groaned, sucking on Alden’s tongue, his skin tingling. He wanted more , wanted Alden to explore him. To kiss, suck, caress. Anything. And he had the perfect canvas in mind.
Severing the kiss, Charlie pulled away, staring at Alden intently. Sitting up on his lap, Charlie hiked up the material of his shirt before tucking it into his mouth, baring his chest for Alden.
Provocative? Yes.
Surprising? The size of Alden’s eyes and his hanging jaw suggested so.
But Charlie needed more. Needed to show Alden how much he wanted him, the haze of lust encroaching his mind fueling all his actions.
Pink fanned across Alden’s cheeks. “Ch-charlie,”
Clenching the fabric between his teeth, Charlie nudged forward, presenting his chest, his nipples peaked and waiting.
Go on.
Alden swallowed, cautiously peeling his hands from Charlie’s sides. Charlie whimpered into the shirt, afraid his bravado went too far, only to gasp when Alden kissed the center of his chest, his hands gently palming his pectorals.
“You’re really somethin’ special Charlie.”
Charlie arched against him, eyes fluttering shut as Alden kissed the expanse of his chest, hands tracing and outlining all his contours. He let out a muffled squeak when Alden kissed his nipple, nodding excitedly when Alden looked at him for approval. Warm wet heat enveloped it and Charlie mewled, rolling his hips against Alden’s, pleased to find him just as hard. Alden continued his ministrations, tonguing the other nipple, using his fingers to gently knead and pull at whichever one was neglected.
Charlie had never come from foreplay alone, eager to accomplish such a first with Alden. Every drag and swipe of tongue was sending currents of electricity straight to his cock. His hands raked along Alden’s scalp for purchase, spurring him on.
Alden appeared to be enjoying himself as well, delicately suckling and nibbling on his peaks, leaving love marks that Charlie was sure would last for hours.
Days, if he was lucky.
“You’re so randy aren’t you babe?”
Charlie nodded, the shirt between his lips soaked in his saliva.
Alden suckled his left nipple, making Charlie quiver in delight.
“You’re so fit too. Think you can you cum from this?”
Yes, please, yes.
Alden cooed, dragging his fingertips down Charlie’s abdomen, sending tremors up his spine.
“But I don’t want you to ruin your trousers.”
Charlie dropped the sopping fabric from his teeth. “D-don’t care. Pl-please Alden.”
Alden removed his lips from Charlie’s chest, making him whine, hips bucking against Alden’s in protest. That bit of revenge seemed to do the trick, making Alden moan in response, his amber eyes meeting Charlie’s emeralds, acknowledging his challenge.
A victory, until Alden tugged down his collar, latched his lips onto his neck and suckled. Hard .
Charlie let out a strangled gasp, his abrupt reaction making Alden retreat in horror, concern plastered on his face.
“Christ Charlie, I-I didn’t mean too,” His voice was extremely apologetic, a warbly wilt to it, devastated to think he caused any harm.
How could Charlie explain that was the hottest thing he’d done so far?
But Alden averted his gaze away.
“I’m sorry. Keep forgettin’ meself. You haven’t done this before after all.”
Charlie frowned, peering at him strangely before crimson stained his features, realization sinking in. Alden thought he was a virgin . A novice in the areas of heavy petting and sex. He had inadvertently given him that impression back on their first date, his proclamation of having never dated quickly turning the night on its head.
Charlie chewed his cheek, sweat gathering at his temples. He had to save this and fast. Without leaving Alden full of guilt. And most importantly, without outing his past in the process. A paradox of truth and lies he was far from ready to grapple. On their first night as a couple no less.
“Alden?”
No answer, only a heavy sigh, shame dripping from it.
Charlie cupped Alden’s cheek. “Alden. Darling look at me.”
The endearment caught Alden’s attention, his eyes turning dewey.
Charlie kissed his forehead. “You have nothing to fret about. What you did, what we did, it was wonderful. I can only assume you felt the same.”
Alden weakly nodded, his hands hesitantly returning to Charlie’s sides, fiddling with the wet hem of his shirt.
“I did. Just did’n want you to feel pressured, you know?”
“I know,” Charlie kissed his nose. “Besides, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I don’t normally show my chest to just anyone.”
Alden chuckled. “I don’t normally nibble at anyone’s chest either.”
They giggled, the mood lightening considerably.
Charlie wiped his thumb against Alden’s cheek. “If it’s all the same to you…I’d love to continue this further.”
Alden seemed doubtful. “You sure? Your first time should be special.”
Special . His first time was far from it, burdened by both internal and financial insecurity. And with a stranger he knew had long since forgotten him, forgotten his impact and role in Charlie’s story. But Alden was different. Good and kind. Perhaps tonight could be a chance for redemption, to scrub away the effects of that night so long ago.
He leaned forward, pecking the corner of Alden’s mouth. “This is special. And I’m more than sure. I want everything Alden,”
Charlie tentatively rolled his hips once for good measure, grinning mischievously upon hearing Alden’s moan.
“Do you ?”
Alden stared at him for a moment, a wide grin cracking on his face.
“Let’s just say,” Alden dragged his thumb along the mark on Charlie’s neck. “I’m so glad you wear turtlenecks babe.”
Charlie giggled, breaking into a laugh as he was swept into a tight embrace, relieved at absolving Alden’s guilt. If only the same could be said for himself.
Much like the living area, there was no shortage of greenery to be found in Alden’s bedroom. Small in size, it was more cozy than cramped, the soft lighting and warm fabrics exuding comfort. A perfect setting for a night of intimacy.
And intimate it was, the pair lying together on Alden’s plush bed, stripped of all their clothing, limbs tangled together. Alden had been generously patient with him. Attentive too, constantly checking Charlie’s comfort level, asking questions and refusing to proceed without his explicit say so. Protective to a fault? Sure. But Charlie had no complaints, finding it adorable. It wasn’t often he was in his birthday suit, treated with a delicate hand.
Sans clothes, Charlie could fully appreciate the extent of Alden’s beauty, appearing just as fit and lean as the football players plastered on his walls. His athletic physique should have put Charlie’s to shame, if not for Alden murmuring ‘gorgeous' under his breath, lips kissing every bit of his exposed skin, healing his ego.
He was worried when Alden’s hand brushed against his abdomen, quietly inquiring about the scar at his side. Charlie explained it away as the result of an accident, thankful that Alden didn’t pry further than that.
Exploring one another, each made it their mission to find the other’s sensory spots. Alden was particularly keen to have his thighs tickled and Charlie discovered he’d quite liked having his bottom squeezed and spanked. Gently, of course.
Things really picked up after another heated make out session, with Alden’s hand drifting to Charlie’s cock, stroking him to full hardness. Charlie refused to let Alden be the sole contributor, returning the favor. It didn’t take long for the pair to ejaculate into the other’s hands, the buildup too great to ignore any longer.
It was filthy. Sweaty. Yet so so hot.
They recuperated after, loosely hugging, their bellies sticky and cock heads kissing.
Alden brushed the damp curls from Charlie’s eyes. “You tuckered out?”
Not a chance.
Further exemplifying his point, Charlie mounted himself on Alden’s lap, sweeping to capture his lips in another kiss.
A cheeky grin pulled at Alden’s lips. “You’re really mad for it aren’t you?”
Absolutely.
They shared another kiss, briefly forgetting themselves before Alden cut it short. Up to eight eight now.
“We still have to decide positions babe.”
“What do you mean?”
Alden dragged his hands on Charlie’s thighs, making him shiver. “Y’know tops and bottoms. It’s your first time and I want you to choose what’s more comfortable.”
Charlie paused, brows knitting together as his cheeks tinted pink.
Choose? That…that was always an option?
He’d always assume being a bottom was the preferred option. Back on the streets, all the women ever talked about was “taking it from behind”. Offering themselves up for men to use at their discretion. A client’s living and breathing toy. He figured to do the same as well, never once encountering a man who asked to be used. Denning never did. Tom and Lester didn’t either.
Charlie never topped, never took the lead. Tonight presented an opportunity.
“D-do you have a preference, Alden?”
“Nah, either or is fine with me.”
Charlie nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was the furthest thing from a virgin, but topping was the closest thing to uncharted territory. It wouldn’t be the truth, but not a lie.
A Schrodinger's cat of his own creation.
“T-top. I’ll top.”
Alden nodded and nudged him off his lap, moving to search inside his bedside dresser. Charlie bit his cheek, wincing at the sudden metallic taste on his tongue, his nerves reigniting to life. Sweat trailed down his neck, hands finding a distraction in the form of wringing a pillow.
Topping didn’t seem that different to bottoming. Giving versus receiving, right?
Maybe he was overthinking things, as per usual when faced with something new. He had no reason to worry.
“Found ‘em!” Alden cheered, holding a bottle of lube and condom packet triumphantly above his head.
Scratch that, time to worry.
Returning to the bed, Alden sensed his apprehension, concern veiling over his face. The pillow in Charlie’s hands screamed for reprieve.
“Charlie. We don’t have to do this y’know. Only if you’re ready.”
But he was ready. More than willing. He’d just his wish his damn nervousness stopped being so obvious.
“I am, promise.” Charlie pointed at the condom packet. “Show me?”
Gaze softening, Alden nodded, tearing the packet, lecturing on the necessity of protection and proper condom sizing. That bit of sex education placated Charlie, mind always open to more knowledge no matter the surroundings. Or his state of dress.
Soon he was being kissed again, lulled into a state of erotic calm, counting the seconds in his head as Alden’s hands strayed downward. Gasping into Alden’s mouth, Charlie shivered as latex covered his cockhead, nimble fingers stretching the condom over his length. He’d never worn one in his life before, the sensation of rubber smothering his cock making him shift and twitch.
“Good? Not too tight?”
“Y-yeah. It feels strange though.”
Alden’s smile turned mischievous. “Want to feel better?”
Any other person who smirked like that would have sent Charlie fleeing the hills, knowing all too well that hidden behind wolfish canines were cruel sadistic horrors. But Alden displayed none of that, his smile playful and impish. Sweet . He trusted Alden. So he nodded, letting the pillow fall from his grasp.
Alden winked, crouching to tongue at Charlie’s cockhead.
“Christ!” Charlie groaned, brain momentarily short circuiting as Alden continued to lap at his length, growing harder with every swipe of tongue. He certainly forgot about his nerves then, redirecting their currents to his cock instead.
Just as quickly as it began, it ended, Alden pulling away, licking his lips in a manner that couldn’t be anything other than pure filth. And Charlie ate it up.
“Don’t want to get you too excited now. You still gotta put it inside me.” Alden whispered, handing the bottle of lube to Charlie before reclining on the bed.
By means of laying on his front, legs spread and rump raised toward the ceiling.
Charlie’s brain disconnected completely, too stunned to do anything but stare as saliva pooled in his mouth. He’d been wrong before, this was the hottest thing Alden had done.
Waiting for the wires in his head to reconnect, Charlie shifted closer, hands hovering about Alden’s bottom. Alden nodded, batting his eyes, an invitation to touch. Charlie started slow, a single finger tracing the curve of his rear. Alden sighed. Not enough. Switching to his full palm, he carefully squeezed the base of his bottom. That got a reaction from Alden, his eyes fluttering.
“Go on babe. I’m right here. Don’t be nervous.” Alden exhaled, pressing his rear into Charlie’s hand.
Easier said than done. But Alden had a point. He needed to let go. Besides, Alden was the type to let his protests be known if he’d had done anything wrong. And Charlie wouldn’t dare to.
So stop bloody thinking.
Determination set in his brow, Charlie squeezed the lube into his palm, warming his fingers in the liquid, daring to blow his breath across Alden’s entrance. Alden shivered, his toes curling in the air.
Fingers thoroughly coated, he brushed his finger against Alden’s cleft, circling the sensitive muscle with his finger, watching it clench and pulse. Alden moaned receptively as Charlie watched, entranced. He never got to see things from this angle, and he intended to enjoy every second of it.
He caressed Alden’s thigh, giggling softly at his drawn out moan. Just when Alden’s knees threatened to buckle, Charlie’s finger slipped inside.
Alden gasped. “Oh! T-that’s nice.”
Charlie grinned, allowing Alden a moment to adjust before moving his finger, making him quiver.
“That’s it, babe. K-keep goin’.”
Charlie added another finger, enraptured as Alden writhed beneath him. It was incredibly erotic how he reacted and moved, leaving Charlie amazed that simple actions alone could override one’s being. By his hand no less. No wonder people liked topping.
But his hand alone wasn’t enough for Alden, the latter rocking his hips against the comforter.
“Need more, babe. Please.”
Charlie didn’t have to guess what that more was, staring down at his own cock, an ache building in his belly. Withdrawing his fingers, he coated his cock with a generous amount of lube to ensure Alden’s comfort. He swallowed tightly, moving cautiously behind Alden, feeling him shudder in anticipation, the muscles in his back rippling.
A lovely view, but Charlie wanted something better. More meaningful.
“Alden?
“Yeah?”
Charlie kissed his shoulder blade. “I want to see you.”
Alden twisted underneath him, rolling over onto his back and staring at Charlie with the largest puppy eyes he’d ever witnessed. Charlie lost his breath, recovering only when Alden graced him with a smile.
“Better?” Alden asked.
Much.
Charlie weakly grinned, hesitating as his cock hovered by Alden’s rear, unsure what to do next. He wanted this to be perfect for Alden, to give him a wonderful night that Charlie himself had been robbed of.
Was he big enough?
What if he hurt Alden?
What if Alden regretted it?
Seconds from descending, a hand intertwined with his own, squeezing tightly. Alden’s eyes were on him, a gentle smile on his lips as he nodded, his silent reassurance giving Charlie the confidence to proceed.
He could do this.
Charlie carefully positioned Alden’s hips against his own, brushing his cock against his entrance. Alden interlocked his ankles behind his back, slotting the pair together.
Taking one breath, then another, Charlie carefully guided himself inside Alden. The pair gasped in sync, their hands gripped tightly. Charlie groaned, a tight heat ensnaring his cock head.
Oh, that was different.
Alden instinctively clenched around him, making Charlie’s breath stutter as he continued his determined push. Only when their bellies were flushed together, cock wedged as deep as it could go did he stop, his cock constricted in the molten heat of Alden’s channel.
“G-good?” He whispered, gulping down precious oxygen as Alden nodded beneath him, skin flushed red.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re doin’ great babe.”
Charlie risked a small smile, pecking Alden’s chin. Hand never leaving Alden’s, Charlie slowly pulled his hips back, whimpering at the loss of heat. Bracing himself for the inevitable return, Charlie counted down the seconds in his head before delivering his first deliberate thrust.
Alden gasped hardly and Charlie froze, petrified that he had injured him. But Alden’s expression was not one of pain. Flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes didn’t lend well to that image. Especially with their lips parted and panting, quietly begging for more.
And Charlie was eager to deliver, finding a slow but steady rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth and coaxing new sounds passed Alden’s lips. The quiet moans Alden uttered quickly overwhelmed Charlie’s thoughts, stripping his brain of everything but Alden.
All he could do was stare at his partner, mesmerized. His breathless pants. The way his chest jutted forward with every thrust. The slight quirk of a smile tugging at his lips before overtaken by a hot and heedy moan.
“C-Charlie more…,” Alden groaned, hands raking down Charlie’s back for purchase. Emboldened by that request, Charlie quickened his pace, his skin buzzing as Alden left a mess of red lines down his back.
Then it happened.
Charlie had no idea how it occurred, sinking deeply into Alden’s tight heat before striking a spot that sent stars into his vision. The sound that Alden created could have eclipsed that of London’s finest symphonies. No, the world’s.
“Oh fuck yes!” Alden shouted, rocking his hips against Charlie’s, demanding more.
And Charlie obliged him, plunging into Alden over and over again, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Things devolved into an uncoordinated mess, their mouths sloppily reconnecting. Hands grabbing at hot wet muscle, animalistic grunts, and a scorching blinding heat. Sure signs of a climax, one that the pair welcomed with open arms.
And welcome it they did, both releasing a simultaneous cry, orgasm finally reached. Charlie spilled into Alden, saved only by the thin latex barrier. Alden had no barrier to concern himself with, unleashing ribbons of cum against Charlie’s chest and belly, whimpering as his orgasm began to subside.
Charlie collapsed against Alden, his hot breath intermingling with his, combining into a cloudy fog. For minutes, the pair didn’t move, finding comfort in their collective breaths and the rise and fall of their chests. Then Charlie felt Alden squeeze his hand.
He swallowed, lifting his head to meet Alden’s gaze, nearly melting at the sight of his lopsided smile.
“W-was that good?” Charlie inquired, waiting on edge for Alden’s answer.
Alden smiled and nodded. “You were perfect.”
Dislodging his hand, he cradled Charlie’s face, planting a featherlike kiss on his nose.
Charlie giggled, pointing his finger at his lips. “Can I get another one here? I’m at ninety nine.”
Alden chuckled, his laughter sweet as he planted several dozen kisses over Charlie’s face, surpassing his goal of one hundred kisses. Two hundred being his new objective. And with Alden as his boyfriend, that goal would surely be met in no time. Anything and everything seemed possible.
Charlie knew they couldn’t stay like that forever, having to free himself from Alden’s body.
Knew he was in for a line of intrusive questioning from Tom and Lester once he’d returned home with hickeys all over his neck, ones his turtle neck couldn’t conceal.
Knew that further down the road Alden would uncover his lies, having to face whatever consequences that would unfold.
But for now, he pushed all those worries to the back of his mind, choosing to focus on the now; the now being safe and sound in Alden’s arms.
Content.