Page 97 of Break the Rule
“I don’t use paper towels, they're bad for the environment,” Charlie tells him, opening a drawer full of rags. “But Eden, can we talk? Seriously.”
“About how bad you fucked up breakfast?” Eden laughs, the sound hollow and forced even to his own ears. “I should take a picture and text it to Andrew.”
“Only if you want him to have a heart attack and hurry over here with plastic gloves and bleach.”
“Might need it to handle this mess,” Eden surveys the disaster, trying to mentally catalog what needs to be cleaned and not the expression on Charlie’s face. “We should start with the floor so Birdie doesn’t step in it.”
Rather than grab a rag to help clean, Charlie positions himself at Eden’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist in an embrace loose enough he can move away if he wants. His chin rests lightly on the top of Eden’s head, and Eden absolutely hates how much he likes Charlie’s solid presence behind him.
“Eden.”
He also hates that tone. That’s a ‘we need to talk’tone. Eden fucking hates talking.
“Say my name again and you’ll wear it out,” Eden snarks. Nothing good has ever come from anyone saying his name so many times in a row.
Eden, we found you a new home. Eden, we can't have you fighting anymore. Eden, if you keep running away no one will ever want to adopt you. Eden, you should try toning down the clothing and makeup if you don’t want to be bullied by the other boys. Eden, you're making yourself a target. Eden, when you dress like that you’re asking for it. Eden, Eden, Eden.
Every part of Eden, from his head to his toes, is strung tight as a bowstring. One wrong word from Charlie and he’s going to snap.
“Pretty sure saying your name a lot is boyfriend privileges.”
There he goes with that word. Goddamn Charlie fucking King.
“Shut up,” Eden hisses, unsure if he wants to hit Charlie or hug him. Or maybe suck his dick so he’s moaning instead of talking. He loses the ability to be coherent any time Eden’s got his mouth on his cock—great for Eden’s egoandhis avoidant tendencies.
“I am,” Charlie asserts, slipping his hands under the hem of the t-shirt and resting them on Eden’s bare hips. He’s not doing anything, merely leaving them there as if he can’t get enough of being close to Eden. “And you’remyboyfriend.”
“Awfully fucking bold, aren’t you?” Eden grumbles, embarrassed by the wave of relief that comes with Charlie’s statement. He isn’t asking, or making it a discussion, and while normally that would cause Eden to rebel, all he feels is relief.
Charlie is an idiot for wanting Eden, but he’s Eden’s idiot. At least until he gets tired of him.
“What can I say, my boyfriend makes me cocky.”
Boyfriend.
One word to send ripples of pleasure and absolute fucking terror through Eden. He’s going to fuck this up. That, or Charlie is going to get sick of him. Those are the only conceivable options here.
“I’m sorry I ruined breakfast,” Charlie murmurs, thumbs smoothing over Eden’s hipbone. There’s nothing inherently sexual about the touch, but Charlie’s body is solid and warm, his lips grazing the shell of Eden’s ear. Suddenly he wants to hug Charlie, wants to be held so he doesn’t cry.
Fuck. Fucking fuck that.
“I know something better I can eat,” Eden says, turning in Charlie’s embrace before sinking to his knees. He spreads his legs wide, hitching Charlie’s shirt and apron up to expose him before opening his mouth wide—offering himself up in the only way he knows how.
Feelings are stupid but sex is easy. He understands why Charlie wants to have sex with him. Eden is really fucking good at sex. Why the fuck Charlie would want to be his boyfriend makes no sense.
“I wasn’t angling for sex with all this.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me to suck your dick.” Eden’s hands move to Charlie’s thighs, watching the way his underwear begins to tent. He’s so easy, so responsive, and Eden is rapidly becoming addicted to the way Charlie responds to him. “I know you’re clear and so am I. We don’t have to use a condom. You can come on my face.”
“Fuck,” Charlie hisses.
“Fuck my face then paint me in your come, Charlie. Do it.”
Wasting no time, Charlie shoves his boxers down midthigh. Eden curls his fingers into the waistband, tugging them the rest of the way off so Charlie’s left in nothing but his naked glory, the early morning light streaming through the kitchen window basking his body in its glowing rays.
Everything about Charlie’s body is beautiful, from the dark hair that dusts his lean thighs and chest to the softest part of his flat tummy and his gorgeous dick. Charlie King is a handsome motherfucker, and he knows it, gaze alight with desire as he watches Eden.
“I’m gonna choke on your dick, Charlie.” His fingers smooth up Charlie’s thighs and around to grab his ass, tugging him forward until his erection whacks Eden’s cheek. He turns to mouth at it, knowing how much it drives Charlie wild to be teased, exactly why he does it. “Mmm, so yummy.”
