Page 41 of Voices

“Okay? Are you sure about that? Because it sounded a lot better than okay,” I tease.

“Fine. It was good. Happy?,” he says playfully, smiling big enough that both dimples come out.

I poke them and lean in until my lips touch his. “Very,” I whisper before diving in for a kiss. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, and then I bite down on his lower lip, causing him to gasp. I deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He kisses me back with the same intensity. By the time we pull apart, gasping for air, I’m almost hard again, and Charlie looks blissed out.

“Let’s get cleaned up. You can’t be comfortable with cum drying in your pants.” I give him a quick kiss before he stands up on shaky legs. He holds out his hands to help me up from the floor.

Standing up, I look down at the mess on my lap. Not wanting to get cum on my boxers or shorts, I push them down and step out. Pulling my shirt off next, I add it to the pile. I head for the bathroom, but Charlie is looking around like he’s lost.

“What’s up?” I step up to him and grab his hips so he doesn’t turn away from me.

He quickly looks from the floor to my face. He has that frightened look again. My eyebrows bunch together in confusion.

Why would he be scared? Did I say something? I look at him as small tremors shake his body.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.” I wrap him in my arms and gently squeeze him. He buries his face in my bare chest, taking quick, short breaths. “Charlie, you need to slow your breathing down. You’re going to hyperventilate. Try to match my breaths.” I take slow breaths until he’s doing the same, bringing it back to normal.

“I-I…I’m sorry. I c-can’t…” He doesn’t finish as he looks at the bathroom door.

Not sure what he’s trying to say, I stay quiet while running my hands up and down the sides of his hoodie. It’s at this moment that I realize that he’s still fully dressed and I’m naked.

I didn’t see any part of him.

If he’s a virgin like I think he is, then there’s a good chance he’s never been naked near another guy.

“Do you want me to take a shower first then you can take one after? Or you can go first and I’ll wait here.”

He looks up at me in shock.

“How d-did you know?”

“Intuition I guess,” I shrug, backing up some in case he’s uncomfortable.

He wraps his arms around himself and nods.

“You can go first since you’re already naked.” His cheeks start to turn pink as he looks away.

Chuckling, I walk past him to the bathroom door but stop before opening it. I turn to him and smile. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

Chapter Thirteen

Charlie

As soon as the door closes, I sit on my bed and flop backward.

What the hell just happened?

And how does he know it’s my birthday?

I hate my birthday. It’s nothing but a reminder of my most painful memories. I usually drown myself in liquor and drugs so the day passes in a blur and I won’t remember it. But a certain blue-eyed man has derailed my plans for the day.

I don’t even know what came over me. One minute, I was drowning in flashbacks, and the next, I was straddling him. I got lost in those stunning eyes, and as soon as I felt him grow under me, I couldn't hold back. I needed a distraction to get me out of my downward spiral and his fingers were just what I needed.

I’ve never came with a finger in my ass. I’ve tried to do it to myself a few times, but it didn’t feel right. But Shane must have magic fingers or something because that was the fastest I’ve ever came, and judging by the drying mess in my pants, the most as well.

I don’t know why I didn’t expect him to want to shower together. It’s normal after what we did. But…I can’t let him see me naked. My tattoo hides most of my back, but the cuts are visible on my legs, and I don’t know how to explain the burns on my arms. Not to mention, I’m only about five inches long when hard, with barely any girth. No gay man wants to see or touch that. He’d probably laugh at how small it is.

Don't worry, it'll get bigger. Let me show you how.

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