Page 27 of This Thing With Charlie

“Oh… good to know,” he panted out as I thrust my fingers deeper inside of him.

“Dr Gilbert recommends regular exams.”

He didn’t respond, but he had gone a little glassy-eyed and his mouth was hanging slack as I pulled out and added more lube to my fingers.

I let my fingers fuck him until he begged for my cock, then I pushed my dick inside him as he lay curled up in my arms. I held him, his leg trapped against his chest, his body locked in my embrace as his body tensed up, and his breaths came hard and fast. I fucked him well and good, even as the plug fell out of my lubed-up arse. I fucked him with everything I had as my cock swelled, and my brain went static and my mind blank. I still fucked him because he was mine, and he was gorgeous, and he laughed as I roared into his neck, spilling my seed into the condom inside him. He smiled as he jerked himself off, coating his stomach in come, and I choked on my own laughter because he was just so beautiful, lying there with me still inside him, his come on his skin and a blush on his chest.

“This thing with you...” I choked out, “… is amazing.”

“Told you it would be,” he said back.

“You’re my Charlie.”

“My Daniel.”

“Stay.”

“The night?”

“Stay here. Just let me stay here inside you for a little while.”

I leaned over him on my elbow with my limp dick still inside him. I kissed his beautiful face and the damp eyelashes that surrounded his eyes. I kissed his skin because I loved him.

“Do you still love me?” he asked, and I kissed him again.

“Always,” I said back.

“I’m not… perfect.”

“Nobody is perfect, but I think this?”

“This?”

“Shut up,” I laughed. “I think you should fuck me again. “

“Stamina, Daniel. I thought you would have had enough by now.”

“Enough of you?”

He kissed me, and I kissed him back, then he slid back inside of me and fucked me until I almost passed out. Then he came in my chest hair, leaving me a tangle of sticky seed. And then? He made me jerk myself off into his mouth. I almost passed out for real at the sight of it, Charlie’s mouth around my cock, and my come dripping off his cheek.

He called me a total come-slut. I laughed in his face. I told him it really didn’t matter what I was because him? He was a total slut for my cock. He told me that was true and curled up in my arms. My Charlie. I fell asleep with his body surrounded by mine, and I woke up with his hair in my mouth and a used condom stuck to my chest.

I was thirty-two years old, and my life was a mess, but this thing with Charlie?

This was the best thing yet.

One year later.

You would have thought I would have learned my lesson and taken Daniel’s advice. But nope, apparently not, as I sighed into my hands, feeling every little piece of the stress that had once again knotted itself in my shoulders.

“Charlie, you dumb fucker,” I muttered to myself instead.

I’d finished my Masters and could have looked for a position teaching something interesting at a respected college somewhere. I could have written a bloody book if I’d wanted to. I could have done anything with this strange degree I had so easily added to my skills, but no. No. No. Of course not. Instead, I had decided to take another class in English Lit because yes,Reflections on Classic Queer Literature in the ModernAgehad called to me, and I signed myself up before my brain had thought to stop. Yeah. It had sounded interesting, and the course had been bloody great, reading more wonderful books and spending hours analysing texts and all those beautiful words that now danced on the page in front of me, mocking me by refusing to fall into place.

I was tired. Worn out. Exhausted. Because the time I used to have was no longer my own. I baked in the mornings, taught patisserie classes in the afternoons, and I was completely stupid trying to finish this course on time when I clearly didn’t have to.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t have to do anything. Daniel had told me, every bloody day. I didn’t have to do anything. All I needed to be was his.

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