Page 27 of Break the Rule
“It’s not a guilt complex. I don’t feel guilty. I just changed my mind last weekend.”
Always one to trust his gut, Charlie nods before rising from the booth. “Okay.”
“I’m off in an hour.” He says it with a bite, almost like he’s expecting push back. “If you’re still interested.”
“I’m definitely interested,” Charlie confirms, inching into his personal space. Not enough to touch, just enough where he has to tip his head in order to look up at Charlie. There’s a defiant glint in his eyes, and it only turns Charlie on further. He doesn’t like fucking people who don’t want it. Consent is sexy as fuck. He does like a partner who makes him work for things though. So much has always come easy to Charlie—friends, painting, his family—that having to earn things is a thrill.
“Fine. Good.” He tightens the arms he’s got wrapped around himself. “Rules still apply.”
“Remind me what they were,” Charlie prompts. He hasn’t forgotten, but he likes the lilt of this guy's voice, and he isn’t ready to say goodbye yet. Especially since he isn’t at all confident he’s actually going to follow through. He meant what he said though, he won’t be mad. He sure as shit will be disappointed though. Charlie might be a slut who loves to fuck, but he can’t remember the last time he was this attracted to someone. Something about his contrasting personality and clothing—unexpected and gender-nonconforming—ticks all of Charlie’s boxes.
“One and done. No phone numbers. No feelings.Norepeats. Are you still in?”
Charlie hums, inching close enough he could lean down and kiss him. He doesn’t, both because he doesn’t have permission yet and becausehe’sat work. “Yeah, but with one little rule change.”
“You can’t change the rules.”
“I can,” Charlie asserts. He’s fine with this guy having most of the control, but he’s not someone to be stepped on. At least not yet. If he wants to step on Charlie later while naked, that’s fine by him.
The guy—and fuck does Charlie want to know his name—turns away as if ready to walk.
If his final answer really is no, then Charlie won’t press because he’s not into crossing boundaries like that. He might love a chase and some push and pull, but he isn’t into people who don’t want him back. The thing is this doesn’t feel like a final answer. It feels like some kind of test. Charlie’s got nothing to go on but his ability to read body language and his gut instinct, but neither of those have ever led him astray.
“Wait.” He doesn’t grab his arm the way he’s tempted, pretty sure he’d get punched if he did. Rather he keeps his hands to himself, his tone purposely calm. “You didn’t even let me tell you what change I want to make. At least give me a chance to explain.”
“Fine.” He keeps his eyes on the wall, not looking at Charlie as he waits. “But I’m in charge. Don’t forget.”
This guy is feisty as fuck, and Charlie can only imagine what he’s like in bed. If control is what he wants from Charlie, he’s welcome to it. Charlie is an equal opportunity slut. While he loves to fuck, there’s something deeply satisfying about being railed into tomorrow. His last few partners were all strict bottoms, and while Charlie was more than happy to pleasure them, he can’t deny he is aching for a bit of role reversal. Or maybe this guy’s desire for control comes in the form of topping from the bottom. Either way, Charlie is intrigued and attracted to this guy and willing to play by his rules to get a chance at one night with him.
One night. One and done. That’s what he said, and it’s exactly how Charlie prefers it. Neither of them want more than one night, so there’s no point in pretending that Charlie isn’t into it.
Blue eyes swivel to meet his, fierce and demanding. “Well?”
“A phone number.”
“Fuck no,” he snaps. “You can’t have mine. I told you.”
“Calm down, spitfire,” Charlie laughs. This makes him glare harder, and Charlie probably shouldn’t find it as hot as he does. “I was going to give you mine.”
“Who said I want your phone number?” he challenges.
It’s all Charlie can do not to grin like a loon. He’s so fun to rile up, and sexy as hell when he glowers.
“Well no one, but you want to fuck me, or have me fuck you, I haven’t figured out which one yet.” He swallows, eyes droppingto roam down Charlie’s body. Oh yeah, he wants Charlie as bad as Charlie wants him.
This right here is exactly what Charlie lives for—two people who know what they want and aren’t ashamed to ask for it. They don’t need to pretend to want to date before things get hot and steamy or have some weird back and forth full of social niceties before confessing that what they both want out of this is sex. They’re just two guys who want to fuck.
“I top.”
Though Charlie was more than willing to work with any preferences, this confession is what he was hoping to hear. His ass clenches and his dick twitches thinking about being fucked into tomorrow.
“Is that a problem?” he asks, crossing his arms. Everything in him is screaming defiance, as if he’s just waiting for a chance to fight or flee. Charlie isn’t looking for a fight, and he’s not looking to make him run, but maybe if he’s lucky he can help him burn off some of the excess energy oozing off him.
“Not a problem at all.” Charlie’s grin nearly splits his face in two. “I’m all yours, pretty boy.”
He stalks forward, jabbing a finger into Charlie’s chest. “I told you not to call me pretty.”
“Sorry,” Charlie apologizes.
