“I have always wanted to do this,” Charlie said breathlessly, licking his lips.
Scott was clearly still stunned, his silence deafening. He wasn’t running, though. This time, he seemed to be ready.
Charlie had been waiting for that, only half-convinced it would ever happen. Now, it was all happening at once, his stomach doing somersaults as he thought about how good this was going to be.
“In the library,” he clarified. “I’ve done this before elsewhere.”
“What, umm, what are you doing?” Scott asked.
Charlie looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. “You know what I’m doing,” he said. Scott looked nervous, but Charlie didn’t want to give him the chance to let his nerves get the better of him.
The sooner Scott’s cock was in his mouth, the less likely he’d chicken out at the last moment.
Obviously, this wasn’t something Charlie wanted to do if Scott didn’t really want it. On the other hand, he’d never met a man who didn’t want his dick sucked. Even one who’d been very sure he was straight up until recently.
Scott swallowed visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You don’t have to.”
“This isn’t for your benefit,” Charlie said. “It’s for mine.”
Really, it was for both of them, but Charlie wasn’t just doing Scott a favor. He liked doing this. The weight of a thick cock in his mouth. The sounds he could get his partner to make. The trust it implied between two people.
“Oh, well, in that case…” Scott smiled a tiny, shy smile, his hands curling around one of the shelves behind him. “I’m all yours.”
Charlie laughed, reaching out to hitch Scott’s shirt up. He pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of his belly, giggling when the muscles under it twitched.
“Do people tell you you’re beautiful?” Charlie asked. “Because you are.”
“No,” Scott said softly. “But thanks.”
“No problem.”
Charlie pressed another kiss to Scott’s belly, his tongue darting out to taste the clean skin, savor every part of this. It wasn’t impossible that they’d do this once and then Scott would decide he wasn’t into it after all.
So this had to count.
Eager to really get started, Charlie unbuckled Scott’s belt, pulling his jeans open one-handed as he skimmed the other hand up his stomach, drawing invisible patterns on his skin. He wanted Scott sensitive for this, ready to beg.
The soft thud of Scott’s head against the shelf behind him made Charlie look up. He grinned when he saw Scott’s face, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open, just a little way.
Scott was enjoying himself. That was what Charlie wanted.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Scott’s underwear, pulling them down along with his jeans and letting them pool around his ankles.
Scott gasped, drawing a slow, shaky breath all the way down to his stomach. Charlie leaned in, kissing just below his belly button, making a soft, soothing noise.
“It’s okay,” Charlie murmured. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I know.” Scott took another deep breath. “First time.”
“Really?” Charlie looked up, surprised. It was hard to imagine that no one had gotten here before him.
“Not… I’ve done other stuff, but not this,” Scott said. “Thought about it a lot.”
Charlie paused for a moment, taking that in, and then smiled. “You’re gonna love it.”
Before Scott had a chance to respond, Charlie grabbed hold of his half-hard cock, tugging lightly on it to get Scott ready. He’d appreciate the feeling of Charlie’s mouth on him a lot more if he was already sensitive.
Scott grunted above him, shifting his legs a little further apart. He was trapped in place by his own jeans, but he still had an inch or so of wiggle room.
His cock was hardening quickly in Charlie’s hand, hot and heavy with blood. Charlie ran the pad of his thumb up the vein on the underside, applying just enough pressure to make Scott hiss.
“You have a gorgeous cock,” Charlie said, curling his fingers around the base.
Scott’s face flushed bright red, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Yeah?”
“Definitely. You should be proud of it.” Charlie looked up, holding Scott’s gaze as he leaned closer.
He opened his mouth, closing his eyes as he got close to Scott’s cock, licking the head with the flat of his tongue. The tang of precome hit Charlie’s tongue first, followed by the earthy, salty taste of warm, clean skin. Charlie moaned, letting his tongue slide slowly over the head, savoring the taste and warmth and the feel of Scott’s pulse as he did, swirling the tip of his tongue around the head as he finished.
Above him, Scott made a broken sound, his head thudding against the shelves again.
Wanting to keep up the momentum, Charlie sealed his lips around the head of Scott’s cock. He let a bead of precome roll down his tongue to the back of his throat, swallowing it down and pressing his tongue hard against the slit. He knew all the sensitive spots he could take advantage of, so Scott was in for the ride of his life.
Scott’s cock felt so good inside his mouth, the heat and weight of it intensely satisfying. The way it stretched Charlie’s lips as he took more of it in, the way the head nudged his palette, making his mouth feel over-full. Everything about Scott was perfect.
Scott rocked his hips forward, just a tiny bit, his cock shifting in Charlie’s mouth. The low burn of arousal in Charlie’s gut flared up, his own cock twitching. Scott felt so good inside him.
He’d have time to get off later. This was all about Scott, and Scott was giving Charlie everything he wanted right now.
Just as Charlie was thinking that, Scott’s hand moved away from the shelf behind him, tangling in Charlie’s hair. Charlie moaned as Scott’s fingers twisted, sucking harder to encourage him to pull and tug as much as he wanted. He loved the pressure of Scott’s fingers in his hair, the instant feedback that told him Scott was enjoying this.
It worked exactly like Charlie had imagined it would, Scott’s fingers tightening as he pressed his tongue into the slit of his cock, lapping up precome. Charlie swallowed around him, humming softly, his free hand moving to the front of his jeans to press down on his own erection.
He could have done this all day, listening to the desperate little sounds Scott was making, feeling his cock pulse in his mouth, hot and thick and perfect, just as gorgeous as the rest of Scott.
“Charlie,” Scott gasped, his voice tight. A low, needy moan cut off whatever else he was about to say as Charlie relaxed his throat, sliding his lips as far along Scott’s cock as he could go and jerking him off at the base with his other hand.
Scott was a little big for Charlie to hold in his throat, his jaw already protesting the stretch, but he could tell Scott wouldn’t last much longer. This was his first time, and his thighs were trembling, his fingers so tight in Charlie’s hair that it was making his eyes water.
None of that was a bad thing. Scott was so eager, so responsive that Charlie could have sucked his cock all day, until his jaw gave out and his tongue was numb. Everything about him was so hot, so perfect, that Charlie didn’t want to give any of it up. Not yet.
Scott squirmed between Charlie and the book shelves behind him, tiny, needy sounds catching in the back of his throat. Charlie took his free hand away from his own crotch, growling in frustration even as he did it. He was so turned on he could barely think straight right now, but he wanted to get Scott off more than he wanted to get off himself.
Only slightly more. He’d be thinking back to this for weeks, even if Scott never spoke to him again.
Charlie moved his newly-freed hand to Scott’s balls, rolling them in his palm, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin and mapping the shape of them, feeling the weight. It wasn’t hard to imagine worshipping every part of Scott’s body as he squirmed and whimpered and moaned, every new sensitive spot an exciting discovery.
Charlie could tell no one had ever really taken their time with Scott before. Never really paused to appreciate him.
He wanted to be the first to do that. Even now, even on his knees with Scott’s cock nudging the back of his throat, he wanted this to feel like more than casual sex. He wanted Scott to feel valued.
Charlie moved the hand on Scott’s balls back a little way, brushing past them to the sensitive spot behind them, pressing firmly with his first two fingers, slipping back just far enough to brush over Scott’s hole. A spurt of precome hit him in the back of the throat the moment he made contact.
Charlie moaned around Scott again, his cock twitching in his jeans, straining at the fabric. He was going to make Scott come. That was insanely hot.
“Charlie,” Scott panted, his voice low and rough. “Charlie.”
Charlie knew that Scott was trying to warn him—he could feel how close he was, from the tension in his belly to the way his balls had drawn up, the speed of his breathing, the audible pounding of his heartbeat.
Maybe that was Charlie’s own heartbeat.
Either way, Scott was about to come, and Charlie wanted him to do that in his mouth. Under other circumstances he might have pulled back, let Scott come all over himself, but this was different.
Charlie wanted everything he could get this time. If things worked out the way he hoped they would, there’d be plenty of opportunities for quick blowjobs like this.
This one was important, though. Important to Charlie, and important to Scott.
He was swallowing this time.
The thought of it alone was almost enough to make him come as well.
Charlie felt Scott’s orgasm a handful of nanoseconds before it happened, the faint pulse of his balls against Charlie’s wrist signaling that he was about to come. Above him, Scott groaned the low, satisfied groan of a man who’d desperately wanted to come, his hips jerking forward once, the tight control he’d had on them giving way for just a second.
Closing his eyes, Charlie swallowed around Scott’s cock, his own balls aching as he did, the pressure of an orgasm welling up in his belly, his hips rocking of their own accord. He was going to come from this. Practically untouched, just from Scott coming in his mouth.
That was new, but Charlie wasn’t about to fight it. He was so turned on, so desperate to come that he didn’t care about feeling like an overeager teenager again.
Charlie groaned around Scott’s cock as his own orgasm hit, taking Scott as far into his throat as he could, far enough that he couldn’t breathe around it. His head spun as the force of his orgasm hit him, a few perfect, blissful seconds of pleasure making him feel as though all of his nerve endings were alight.
As the overwhelming rush of sensations died down, he pulled back just far enough to breathe again, keeping Scott’s cock firmly in his mouth. Charlie sucked him clean as his knees started to buckle, his hand went limp in Charlie’s hair, and he rocked his hips minutely, no more than a quarter inch, just enough to ride out the aftershocks.
Charlie had been prepared for worse, braced himself for Scott to thrust deep into his throat, but of course Scott didn’t do that. He was too kind, too considerate, too concerned about Charlie’s feelings to use him.
Scott was beautiful when he came. Charlie stared up at him, pulling back to give himself a chance to breathe, wiping the side of his mouth clean.
Scott’s face was slack, his eyes closed, his head lolling back against the books behind him, turned a little to the side. His chest was heaving, his shirt still bunched up where Charlie had pushed it out of the way earlier.
Everything about him was perfect.
It wasn’t all that hard to imagine falling in love with him, though that was a scary path to go down so soon. Charlie wasn’t ready for that, yet. He still felt the need to protect his heart, even though he knew someone as fundamentally good as Scott would never hurt him on purpose.
Not all hurts were intentional.
A knock on the door startled Charlie out of his thoughts, and he opened his mouth to shout we’re closed at the top of his lungs before he realized they were expecting food.
He’d just come in his jeans, and Scott was in no condition to face the delivery guy.
Charlie stood gingerly, willing himself to act natural, and pecked Scott on the lips. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
Hopefully, the delivery guy wouldn’t look too closely at his crotch.
Even if he did, though, the potential embarrassment was totally worth it.
Luckily, the front entrance of the library was dark enough that it would have been difficult to see much, and combined with the fact that Charlie had managed to wear black jeans and a long-ish sweater today, he was fairly sure he’d get away with it.
If the delivery guy did notice, he didn’t react. That was basically the same as not noticing.
If a rumor about him having sex in the library started going around, Charlie would know he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought he was.
The one downside of small towns was that if one person knew something, everyone knew it. Small-town gossip was the fastest thing in the universe, light coming a distant second.
When Charlie got back, Scott had pulled his jeans back on and was sitting down at the desk, still looking dazed.
Charlie smirked. That was exactly the look he expected after a performance like that.
Setting the pizza down on the table, Charlie pulled the extra chair back into place so he could sit beside Scott, and collapsed into it. It wasn’t quite the first time he’d come in his pants, so he was doing his best to take it in stride and pretend he’d intended to.
“Thoughts?” Charlie asked, opening the pizza box and taking a slice. He let his head rest against Scott’s shoulder, snuggling closer when Scott automatically put an arm around him.
“I think I’m a little bi,” Scott said slowly, his tongue stumbling clumsily over the syllables.
“A little?” Charlie asked. “Are you joking? I could win medals for sucking dick, and you’re a little bi?”
“It was good! Great, even,” Scott defended.
“Life-changing,” Charlie insisted, wanting full credit for how good he was. He’d had enough practice.
“Well… yeah.” Scott shrugged, his voice getting quiet. “Yeah, life-changing. I never wanted a guy to suck my dick before, and now I do. And I wanna cuddle with you, and that’s new, too. Hence being a little bi.”
Charlie made a soft noise, feeling guilty now for teasing Scott. This was a big deal for him, and all of it was new. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was joking. Gimme your hand.”
Charlie held his hand out, waiting for Scott to take it. “I don’t care how bi you are, as long as I get to kiss you.”
Before Scott could respond, Charlie darted in and kissed his cheek.
“That was cute. You’re so cute.” Scott reached out to grab a slice of pizza, squeezing Charlie’s hand.
“I’m not cute,” Charlie argued, although he really didn’t mind being called that. Especially not by Scott.
“Yeah you are,” Scott said. “Do you want me to, uh… do something for you?”
A flash of sitting in Scott’s lap while he jerked him off entered Charlie’s mind, but he shook it away. There was no way in hell he was going to recover soon enough to make that happen tonight.
“I, uh. I’m okay,” Charlie said, blushing.
“Oh.” Scott’s eyes widened. “You… from…?”
“I came in my pants like a teenager,” Charlie said. “You’re hot. I’m not ashamed.”
He wasn’t, not really. It wasn’t a secret that he was attracted to Scott, and this was definitely not the first time he’d come thinking about him. It was just the first time Scott had been present.
“Okay, cool. As long as you’re… happy?”
“I’m very happy.” Charlie shifted in his chair, making himself more comfortable against Scott’s side.
“Can I kiss you?” Scott asked. He sounded so unsure of himself, but so hopeful, that Charlie felt as though his heart had actually melted in his chest.
Scott was a sweetheart. Even if this didn’t work out, Charlie was lucky to have known him.
“I guess I could let you do that.” Charlie turned his head, giving Scott the chance to peck him softly on the lips. It wasn’t the open-mouthed, needy kiss of before, but it still made Charlie’s heart skip.
He was in way deeper than he thought.