Page 39 of Voices

I stretch my arms out and find Charlie’s side cold. I lean up on my elbow and search the dark room for him. He’s not on the bed or at his desk and the light isn’t on in the bathroom. His bedroom door is cracked so maybe he went to get something to drink.

But when I sit up, the top of his messy dark hair comes into view on the side of the bed.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I lay on my stomach so my head’s hanging off the side of the bed right next to his.

He doesn’t say anything, only stares blankly at the movie. I wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention, but he doesn’t even blink. I place both hands on the floor, walking them forward, and slide off the bed until my knees hit the floor. I sit on my ass right next to him and wrap my arm around his waist. He slowly lowers his head to my shoulder, still staring at the TV.

“Are you ok?” I look down at him, moving his longer hair out of his face.

He starts to nod but then shakes his head once and closes his eyes.

“Want to talk about it?” I use my thumb to rub the side of his face, feeling his warm soft skin.

“No,” he whispers.

I tilt my head so it’s on top of his, still stroking his face. This isn’t the way anyone should start their birthday.

I look up at the TV trying to figure out what’s happening so I can tease Charlie about it, but I haven’t the slightest clue as to what is going on. It also doesn’t help that it’s muted and that vampire guy from Twilight is now at Hogwarts. I watch it for a few minutes, but I’m still lost when I feel my shirt getting wet. Looking back down at Charlie, whose eyes are still closed, tears slowly roll down his cheek and hit my shoulder. I bring my thumb up to his eye and gently wipe away the lingering tears.

“Please talk to me, beautiful. I hate that you’re this sad on your birthday. I want to help.” I push his hair back and press a lingering kiss on his forehead.

I hear him suck in a shuddering breath a second before he’s climbing into my lap, straddling me. He leans forward, placing his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes closed. His hands are onmy shoulders and he’s taking deep breaths. I match it with my own and help him slow down.

When he’s breathing steadily, he slowly opens his eyes, and I’m stunned in place by how gorgeous he is. His eyes are almost glowing gold with the light coming from the TV hitting them just right. He looks into my eyes, and I swear I stop breathing when he rolls his hips. He doesn’t look away as he does it again…and again. My dick fills with every roll of his hips, and I can feel him growing hard against my lower stomach.

My cock gives a hard thump against his ass and it’s like the sign he was waiting for. He grabs the sides of my neck and crashes his mouth to mine.

Fuck yes!

As I rake my fingers through the back of his hair, I use my other hand to grab his ass and encourage him to rock faster. We’re both breathing hard with our mouths open, our foreheads still touching. He tilts his hips down so he can get more friction against my pelvis. He lets out the softest mewl when I move my hand lower on his ass.

“You like this baby?” I ask as I move my fingers to the spot between his ass and balls and push up on it.

He nods quickly and lets out another whimper. “More. Please. More.”

“Anything for you beautiful.” I slide my hand into the back of his pants and move my hand back down to where it was, rubbing my middle finger on his taint while my thumb finds his hole. I circle it a few times as his whimpers turn into moans.

“Please, Shane. Oh, fuck. Please.”

Between the begging and him saying my name like that, it has me close to coming already.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.” I stretch my fingers and grab his balls. Tugging them back so I can keep playing with his hole.

His head drops to my shoulder when I place my other hand on the small of his back forcing even more friction on his dick.

“Make me come, Shane. Please. Please make me come,” he moans next to my ear.

I move my hand that was on his back under his hoodie and glide my fingertips toward the front of his hip. With my other hand, I add pressure to his hole, enjoying the fuck out of the moan he lets out. Moving my hands at the same time, I dip below the front of his pants as I break through his tight entrance.

“Ooohhh…F-fuck…Shane…Nugh…”

He bites down on my neck as warm sticky liquid hits my fingers as his ass flutters around my thumb.

He exploded before I even touched him.

That’s so fucking hot.

He’s still attached to my neck but he’s not biting down anymore, it’s more like a suckle. I slowly remove my thumb from his ass as he lets out a quiet whine.

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