As Scott pulled Charlie’s leg over his hip, spreading lube on his fingers, Charlie was beginning to realize that they weren’t actually going to make it to the bed. His head banged against the wall behind him, his eyes falling closed.
This was fine. He didn’t need a bed to be with Scott. He just needed Scott.
Besides, it had been a long time since anyone had tried fucking him against a wall. Scott might actually be able to manage it.
He bit his lip as Scott’s fingertip circled his hole. They hadn’t switched positions like this yet, but Charlie desperately wanted Scott inside him right now.
Thankfully, Scott seemed eager to oblige.
“I’d reassure you that this won’t hurt, but you know that,” Scott said, grinning at his own joke. “You taught me everything I know.”
Charlie opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a soft cry as Scott slid a finger inside him, more confident than Charlie had expected him to be.
It still felt good. Scott had strong fingers, and Charlie already knew that his cock was going to be one hell of a ride, thick and perfectly curved as it was.
“You really don’t need to be gentle with me.” Charlie’s heat was already pounding in his chest, his stomach tight.
He wasn’t leaving. Scott loved him.
Things were working out okay after all.
“Is this gentle?” Scott asked, already a little out of breath.
Charlie laughed, opening his eyes to look at Scott. “You’re doing great. I’m just saying, don’t worry. I can take it.”
Scott licked his lips, pressing the tip of a second finger against Charlie’s hole. He paused, raising an eyebrow. Waiting for permission.
Charlie bit down on his lip and nodded. He wanted Scott as hard and fast as he could get him.
Stars exploded behind Charlie’s eyelids as he screwed his eyes shut again, groaning as Scott’s fingers stretched him wide. He reached down to grip his cock, knowing that both of Scott’s hands were occupied and he couldn’t stop him.
As soon as he did, Scott surged forward, trapping both Charlie’s cock and his hand between their stomachs, pinning him hard against the wall behind him.
“No coming until I’m inside you,” Scott said, his voice a low growl. Charlie cracked one eye open to see him blushing furiously, but he was trying. That was all that mattered.
It was still hot, even with Scott a little unsure of himself. He’d be sure of himself one day, and it was totally worth the wait.
Charlie would have given up a lot more than a job he didn’t really want for Scott. There was something between them, something magical.
He understood now why his parents had gotten married within a week of knowing each other. It was possible to look at someone and know they were The One.
Scott was The One, and Charlie knew it.
“You’re really hot when you take charge,” Charlie responded, a little too late. Scott glanced at him, meeting his eyes for a second, his expression so open and earnest that even with Scott’s fingers in him, with his cock leaking between them, his heart fluttered.
Wow.
Sex with someone he really loved was going to be amazing. He could hardly wait to do this more often.
“I love you,” he added automatically, overwhelmed by the feeling. He loved Scott. He’d never loved anyone like he loved Scott.
Scott twisted his fingers, pressing against a spot that made Charlie’s back arch toward him, seeking more, his cock twitching as it rubbed against Scott’s skin, catching on the hairs of his treasure trail.
Charlie took that to mean that Scott loved him, too.
“You’re always so eager,” Scott said, his voice full of wonder.
Charlie had no idea where he’d found people who wouldn’t be eager to have Scott fuck them, but he was glad he’d gotten there first. He was glad this was so obviously good for Scott, that he’d keep coming back for more.
“You’re always so hot,” Charlie said, rocking his hips back against Scott’s fingers. “I want more.”
“More fingers, or…?”
Charlie licked his lips. “Skip it. I don’t need… I need you,” Charlie blurted out in a rush. Now that he’d had the thought, nothing short of Scott’s cock would satisfy him.
Scott apparently didn’t need to be told twice, slipping his fingers out without another word. Charlie braced himself, panting for breath as he waited, biting his lip as he felt the head of Scott’s cock pressed against him.
He cried out as Scott pushed inside him, the familiar burn of being stretched just a little way past his limit making his skin feel too tight for a moment. Just long enough for it to ease off, be replaced by the unique satisfaction of fullness.
One day, Charlie was going to shove a cock ring on Scott and ride him until he begged for mercy.
He wanted to tell Scott how good he felt, but the wind had been knocked out of him, his lungs empty as he gasped for air.
Scott didn’t need the praise. He barely paused before rocking his hips forward, a long, slow thrust in and out, followed by a faster one, and a faster one as he lifted Charlie’s other leg, grabbing him by the backs of his thighs and holding him up, spreading his legs wide as he did so.
Charlie’s head spun. No one had ever fucked him like this, no matter how much he’d wanted them to.
The back of his head hit the wall as he threw it back, gasping for air, sobbing with each thrust. Scott was so thick and so hot, fucking deep into him, hard enough to make Charlie’s eyes water.
He was going to last about thirty seconds at this rate, but he didn’t care. Scott could keep doing this after he came. Scott could wake him up like this every morning if he wanted to, and Charlie wouldn’t complain once.
His orgasm was already building fast in his belly, hot need making his insides burn. He was going to come all over Scott’s stomach, gasping and moaning like it was his first time.
It might as well have been. This was so different to anything he’d done before that it barely compared. He loved Scott. He wanted Scott, specifically, inside him, both of them getting off on being together.
Charlie’s stomach clenched, his balls aching, his whole body coiled and tight, teetering on the edge of release. Just a little more. “I’m gonna…” he gasped out, hoping Scott would fill in the rest for him.
“I got you,” Scott panted, letting his forehead rest against Charlie’s. He hadn’t even managed to take his glasses off, though they were so crooked now that they were useless anyway.
Scott sped up, his hips pumping hard and fast into Charlie, his cock skimming over sensitive spots, raw nerve endings, what felt like every place inside him. If he hadn’t been close before, he would have been now, so ready to come that he could almost taste it.
His orgasm hit all of a sudden, a wave crashing over his back, making his hips jerk forward as he rubbed himself off against Scott’s stomach, coming in short spurts as Scott didn’t even try to slow down or stop.
Charlie rode it out, his throat raw from shouting at every thrust of Scott’s hips while he came by the end of it.
Scott grunted just as Charlie was sure he was spent, shoving himself as far inside as he could and making aftershocks ripple through Charlie’s body as he felt Scott coming in him, his hips rocking as he finished, tiny whimpers breaking free of his lips for the last few, staggered jerks inside.
Charlie’s chest was heaving, his heart pounding, and his thighs sore as Scott eased out of him, lowering him to stand on shaky legs.
He tightened his grip on Scott’s shoulders, swaying dangerously and afraid he was going to fall flat on his face.
Which would not have been the sexiest thing to do.
Before he could gather enough brainpower to mention that he wasn’t sure he could stand unsupported, Scott lifted him up again. Charlie wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck, too exhausted to argue, and sighed happily when Scott dropped him onto the mattress.
Scott’s mattress was the kind you could really sink into, which Charlie appreciated right now. Tired, abused muscles finally had a chance to rest, his body’s complaints about what he’d just put it through quieting down.
Scott climbed onto the bed after him, covering Charlie’s body with his own. He plucked Charlie’s glasses from his face, setting them aside carefully, and then leaned closer, pressing a hard, biting kiss into his lips.
Charlie let his lips part a little way, happy to give Scott whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t need to move for it.
He hummed into Scott’s mouth, a tiny spark of arousal flaring up in his gut as their tongues brushed against each other, though there was no way he’d be acting on it anytime soon.
He’d lucked out in falling in love with someone who was also capable of fucking him to the point of exhaustion.
Scott grabbed hold of Charlie and rolled them both onto their sides, splaying his hand over Charlie’s ass to hold him in place, tangling their legs together without ever letting their lips part.
Charlie’s head was light with the need for oxygen, but he was okay with passing out from it if he had to. Being close to Scott, feeling this loved and wanted, all of that was worth the embarrassment of fainting after sex.
Besides, Scott’s ego could use the boost. Charlie could hardly wait until he turned into the confident, comfortable man he knew Scott would turn out to be in just a few years.
“You’re a fast learner,” Charlie said eventually, once he’d managed to breathe enough to speak.
“Yeah?” Scott asked, running his hand along Charlie’s side, tickling his ribs.
“That was amazing,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re good at this. It’d be really inconvenient to love someone as much as I love you if they were terrible in bed. Or, uh. Out of bed.”
Scott grinned at him, so obviously pleased with himself that it made Charlie’s heart melt all over again. “So that was okay?”
Charlie nodded eagerly. “Just… just keep doing that. Exactly that,” he said. “That was hot.”
Scott blushed darkly, a shy smile on his lips. “Okay.”
Charlie laughed.
Yeah.
He’d definitely lucked out with Scott.