Page 23 of Pages of My Heart
Chapter 13
June 1938
Thomas
It’s a warm summer night when they begin their third weekend together at the O’Reilly house. They eat a light dinner outside in the backyard, then Charlie goes to shower, having come straight from the garage. While he waits, Thomas keeps himself busy by changing the linens on the double bed in Bridget and Eddie’s room where they’ve decided to spend the night. As he finishes with the last pillowcase, Charlie appears in the doorway, casually leaning against the wall. He’s naked, bar the towel slung low around his hips. His hair is damp and slicked back, and the hard lines of his chest are more defined in the evening light. Thomas greedily takes in his muscular form, sculptured by long days working at the garage. There is a spattering of hair across his chest and an enticing trail on his lower stomach that gets thicker before it disappears behind the towel.
Thomas hums his approval, his hand coming to rest over his own swelling cock. “Drop the towel,” he commands.
It hadn’t taken long for Thomas to discover that Charlie likes it when he takes the lead. While this is not the case in their day-to-day lives, in bed, Charlie likes to relinquish control. The more assertive Thomas becomes, the more Charlie surrenders.
Charlie bites down seductively on his plump bottom lip, then ever so slowly pulls at the towel until it falls to the floor. Thomas is not disappointed, rewarded with the rare opportunity of seeing Charlie in all his naked glory.
“Turn around,” he says, unbuttoning his own shirt and throwing it aside.
“Take off your undershirt first,” Charlie replies with a teasing smirk.
Thomas strips it off and unbuttons his trousers, too, so Charlie can see how hard he is. “Now turn,” he says more forcefully.
Charlie spins slowly, then looks back at him over his shoulder. “You like my ass, don’t ya?”
Thomas growls appreciatively. He adores Charlie’s ass. It’s round and full and firm. He longs to slap it and make it jiggle. “I love your beautiful ass. Now come here, my darling.”
Charlie walks to him and they kiss tenderly. Despite his body’s urgency, Thomas wants to take things slow. Being together like this is so rare, so he wants to savor every moment.
Charlie pushes Thomas’s trousers and briefs down, and then they are both naked. “Take me to bed, sweetheart,” Charlie whispers, already short of breath.
Thomas’s chest gives a mighty shudder. It’s the first time Charlie has called him that, and he already longs to hear it again. He leads Charlie to the bed and they lie down, Thomas settling on top, a deep sigh rolling out of him as flesh meets flesh. At first,they just gaze upon each other, Charlie’s fingertips dancing up and down his spine while Thomas takes inventory of every little thing that’s changed since the last time they were able to be like this.
“I wish it could always be this way,” he says. “Just the two of us. Together. In our own little place.”
Charlie cups Thomas’s face. “Don’t think about that now. Let’s just enjoy the time we got.”
Thomas nods, because Charlie is right, and they shouldn’t waste this time pondering what cannot be. He kisses Charlie again, sweeping his tongue across the seam of his mouth until Charlie opens for him.
They spend a long time like that, attached at the lips and writhing in each other’s arms, until Thomas is so aroused, he fears he will reach his climax before he even enters Charlie. He knows they can go as many times as their bodies will permit, but he wants this first time to last and to be special. It’s been four months since he’s been inside Charlie. Waiting for his family to go away this weekend has been torturous.
Thomas makes his way down Charlie’s body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he goes, then settles between strong, heated thighs. He licks the length of Charlie’s arousal, then drops lower to his balls, and then lower still, tongue laving over that sensitive skin underneath. Driven by his lust, Thomas continues pressing forward, trying something that has been on his mind for some time. Grabbing Charlie behind the knees, he pushes his legs back and then goes even lower, swiping his heavy tongue over that place that gives Charlie so much pleasure.
The reaction is instant. Charlie shuffles away from him, sitting up with a look of utter horror on his face. “What the hell, Thomas! What are you doing?”
Thomas doesn’t know what to say, so he just stares at Charlie, panting shallowly while he tries to put his behavior into words.
“It’s dirty, Tommy,” Charlie says sternly when no answer is forthcoming. “It’s—you could get sick or somethin’.”
“You had a shower and washed, didn’t you?” he challenges.
“Yeah, but it’s—it’s wrong! It’s filthy to put your mouth, your tongue . . . there!”
Thomas feels himself flush right up to the roots of his hair. “It’s not wrong,” he protests, feeling defensive and a little peeved. “You’re beautiful. And clean. You smell like soap and . . .you. And I want to. Don’t make me feel like I’m perverted. Let me try, and if it feels awful, I promise I’ll stop. But if my dick feels nice inside you, and my fingers, maybe this will, too.”
He grabs Charlie’s legs and slides him back down the bed, but before he can get back into position, Charlie is gripping him by the wrist.
“Thomas, stop. I don’t—” Charlie’s eyes dart away. “I’m scared that . . . you know, what happened last time . . .”
Thomas was wondering when this would resurface and cause problems. “Charlie, we talked about that, and you know I don’t care. It’s a risk we have to accept.” Charlie throws himself back against the mattress with a groan at that and tries to cover his face with an arm, but Thomas quickly grabs his hand and laces their fingers together, not letting him hide. “We cleaned it up—no harm, no foul. I know you felt embarrassed, but you shouldn’t—we’re in this together, right? Besides, when we’re old, I’ll have to wipe the shit off your ass for you, anyway. And you better do the same for me!” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
Charlie scowls at him, face tomato red and clearly still unconvinced.
