They’d gone away for Valentine’s Day the previous weekend, and Charlie had felt like his skin was too tight when Aspen had tried to kiss him in the hotel bed. He’d ended up sitting in the surprisingly comfortable armchair, and watching as Noah worshipped Aspen with his mouth, and then Aspen returned the favor. Once they’d fallen asleep, with a few pillows between Noah’s back and Charlie’s side, he’d scribbled some new coupons on hotel paper, promising to get both of them back tenfold with blow jobs and kisses when they got home.
Maybe they’d want to redeem some of those tonight.
Although it was their anniversary, so he’d probably give them all of the kisses and blow jobs, free of charge.
“Okay, well, I don’t want to keep you,” Rachel said, as Charlie pulled out his keys to unlock the front door. “I hope you have an amazing night, and I’m sure you’ll be hearing from Blair about all the trouble Princess causes.”
Charlie pulled the phone away from his ear and turned it to silent before quickly bringing it back to his face to say, “Have a good trip.”
Rachel thanked him and hung up, right as Charlie pushed the door open.
He wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t the smell of pork chops and potatoes.
“Hello?” he called, and he heard the sound of nails on hardwood followed by the soft footfalls of fuzzy socks.
“Hi, Gordy—and hi, pumpkin,” Charlie said, reaching one hand down to greet Gordon and opening his other arm to catch Aspen as they barreled into him.
“Hi, handsome! Happy Anniversary!” Aspen said, grinning up at him—sadly, fully clothed.
“I thought I was going to be welcomed home by your pretty tits,” he said, only for Aspen to stiffen against his side.
On closer inspection, he noticed that Aspen was wearing one of Charlie’s shirts, and their chest was flattened, as if they’d put on a binder underneath.
Charlie quickly pivoted in his head and brought his non-Gordon-slobber-covered hand up to Aspen’s cheek.
“But your pretty smile is perfect, too,” Charlie said, waiting until Aspen’s lips quirked back up into a tentative grin before bending down to press a chaste kiss to their lips.
“Sorry to…not surprise you,” Aspen said, grabbing Charlie’s hand and leading him into the kitchen. Charlie quickly kicked off his shoes and followed them, catching an eye full of Noah’s gorgeous ass, encased in soft-looking joggers as he bent over to check the temperature of the pork chops in the oven.
“Nothing to apologize for, pumpkin. I’m sorry I made an assumption without checking first.”
Noah glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Charlie. “Aspen felt a little dysphoric after sending the photo, so we spent some time lounging around, and they decided they wanted to surprise you with dinner instead of sex.”
“I mean, we can still totally have sex, just…partially clothed,” Aspen said, squeezing Charlie’s hand as they led him to one of the island chairs.
“I’m down for whatever you’d both like to do,” Charlie said, sliding into the seat and experimentally pulling Aspen between his spread legs. Aspen easily collapsed backwards against his chest, so he assumed it was safe to place his hands on their hips.
“And before you get too worried, Noah did all the cooking. I just helped with the salad.”
Charlie spotted his extra-large bag of sunflower and pumpkin seeds on the counter. “Is this the same meal we had the night of the fundraiser?”
Aspen tipped their head up and nuzzled their nose against Charlie’s throat. “The very same! I’m so happy you remember it. Noah didn’t. I had to explain it to him.”
“A lot happened that day. I remember you blowing Charlie, and me blowing you, as well as the frappe you had the next morning. I just didn’t remember the dinner food,” Noah said as he pulled the pork chops out of the oven to rest on the stove next to the potatoes.
“Mmmmm,” Aspen said, digging their blunt nails into the backs of Charlie’s hands. “I also remember there being plenty of blow jobs. Maybe we could have a repeat performance?”
Charlie pressed his lips against the top of Aspen’s head. They didn’t change their hair color quite as frequently anymore, more like every two to three months. They still used the same sweet-smelling shampoo Charlie remembered smelling for the first time out behind the shelter. It made his heartthump-bumpand his dick twitch.
“Maybe this time I can return the favor.”
Charlie had once mentioned that he loved Aspen’s shampoo and, on a whim, they’d bought the matching body wash and tried washing their pubes with it to see if that helped with someof Charlie’s sensory aversions. While it wasn’t a guarantee that Charlie would be able to handle everything else that came with blow jobs, it definitely helped.
“Whenever you’re done flirting, can you both set the table and pour us something to drink?” Noah said, affection clear in his voice, and his eyeroll.
Charlie ran his nose up Aspen’s neck, nibbling at their ear just to hear their breathy moan before he pushed them gently in the direction of the fridge.
“Ugh, no fair. Now I’m all horny,” Aspen whined, and they set their sights on Noah and scurried around the counter.
