Page 42 of Perfect Night

“Charlie, look at me.”

Sebastian gently kissed away his tears, slowing down his thrusts, so he was just grazing Charlie’s prostate. He held eye contact, forcing that gorgeous smile out of the man he was falling head over heels for. Was it too fast? Yes. Would it stop him? No. Sebastian felt Charlie clench around him, and he growled in response, which resulted in a devilish grin from the guy who already had his heart. He picked up the pace, thrusting in deeper, making it clear who was in control.

“Fuck, Sebastian, right there. Fuck me harder.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in, causing Charlie to cry out in pleasure. Sebastian continued with long, deep, hard thrusts watching Charlie come apart underneath him. He wanted to be inside him forever.

Sebastian could feel himself getting close, so he took hold of Charlie’s cock which was dripping precome, meaning he was nice and slick. Sebastian loved having Charlie’s long cock in his hands. It only took a couple more thrusts and Charlie’s back arched off the bed as he came an impressive amount, given it was his second orgasm of the night. He clenched around Sebastian, which was enough for him to unload inside Charlie. He held him for a few seconds, kissing him gently before he gently slid out, leaving Charlie a babbling mess. It was a gorgeous sight to see. Sebastian quickly cleaned them up and pulled Charlie into his arms. He knew it was too soon to tell Charlie how he felt, but there was one thing he was certain about – Sebastian wasn’t going to let him go.

Sebastian had never felt so content when he fell asleep with Charlie in his arms. He should have been devastated when he woke up alone, but he knew Charlie needed more time to realise how serious Sebastian was. However, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment when he saw he’d left the envelope of money on the bedside table.

CHAPTER 13

CHARLIE

Charlie’s head was pounding, and nothing could shift it. His whole body ached from the hours he’d spent in his room alone, crying. He’d locked the door, which he never did. None of them did, as this wasn’t a typical flatmate situation. They all loved and trusted each other, but Gregory had added the locks so they could all have their privacy if needed. And he needed it now. He’d ignored the concerned pleas from his friends when they tried to convince him to go for brunch. Attendance was mandatory, so with him refusing to go and not even responding to them through the door, they knew it was serious. He wouldn’t be able to ignore them once they were back.

Charlie knew he’d made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life. Sebastian could have been his happily ever after, but that wasn’t on the cards for Charlie. The idea of having Sebastian for a while and then losing him was too painful to even contemplate. He was so fucked up; he couldn’t put that on Sebastian. He deserved so much better. Once he’d explained to Sebastian why he’d had no choice but to sell his body, he hadn’t judged him, just held him. He also hadn’t demanded he give it up. Charlie wanted to give it up, but he’d never earn enoughmoney from a regular job to support his mum. His body was all he could offer the world.

Charlie heard the guys arriving home and thankfully they left him alone. It was twenty minutes later when the door buzzed. He wondered who could be visiting them on Sunday, then questioned why he cared. He threw himself back on the bed with a groan and put a pillow over his face. He was pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by a loud knock on the door.

“Charlie, you’ve got a visitor.”

Who the hell could that be? Oh no, he hadn’t come to the flat, and with all his bothers here. Charlie had to go out there before Sebastian said anything. He jumped up and opened the door just as Jason was about to knock again.

“Jesus, you look like shit. Freshen up. He’s not going anywhere. We can keep him entertained.”

“No, I’ll speak to him now. I’m only going to tell him to leave. You all need to disappear.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening, babes. But please, have a shower. You stink of lube and bad decisions.”

“I hate you!”

Jason laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and sashayed away.

Charlie walked over to the mirror in his room. He looked like death. It had only been a few hours since he’d left Sebastian, but he hadn’t slept. There were still remnants of dried come on his stomach. That stuff got everywhere.

He took Jason’s advice and had a quick shower, scrubbing himself thoroughly. Why was Sebastian here? Charlie had left the money behind. It was never his intention to keep it. He’d just agreed to shut the uncomfortable conversation down.

God knows what the others were asking him. He needed to get out there. He just pulled on some jogging bottoms and a T-shirt. It wasn’t like they were going outside. Sebastian could say his piece and then leave. He walked out into the kitchen and sawthe gorgeous man with Jason and Paolo. Charlie didn’t know where Gregory and Langdon were, but he’d take it. Those two were the most overprotective anyway, so it was best they weren’t here.

“Sebastian.”

He turned and smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

He frowned, but put his smile back on quickly.

“You two don’t need to be here,” Charlie said to the others.

“Like I said, not happening, sweetheart.” Jason flopped down on the sofa and picked up a bowl.

“You fucker. Is that popcorn?”

Jason shrugged and put a handful in his mouth. Paolo didn’t engage in any of Jason’s antics, but it was clear he wasn’t leaving either. Sebastian walked over to him and took out that bloody envelope from his pocket, putting it down on the kitchen counter.

“You left this behind.”

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