“In the library,” he clarified. “I’ve done this before elsewhere.”
“What, umm, what are you doing?” Scott asked.
Charlie looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. “You know what I’m doing,” he said. Scott looked nervous, but Charlie didn’t want to give him the chance to let his nerves get the better of him.
The sooner Scott’s cock was in his mouth, the less likely he’d chicken out at the last moment.
Obviously, this wasn’t something Charlie wanted to do if Scott didn’t really want it. On the other hand, he’d never met a man who didn’t want his dick sucked. Even one who’d been very sure he was straight up until recently.
Scott swallowed visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You don’t have to.”
“This isn’t for your benefit,” Charlie said. “It’s for mine.”
Really, it was for both of them, but Charlie wasn’t just doing Scott a favor. He liked doing this. The weight of a thick cock in his mouth. The sounds he could get his partner to make. The trust it implied between two people.
“Oh, well, in that case…” Scott smiled a tiny, shy smile, his hands curling around one of the shelves behind him. “I’m all yours.”
Charlie laughed, reaching out to hitch Scott’s shirt up. He pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of his belly, giggling when the muscles under it twitched.
“Do people tell you you’re beautiful?” Charlie asked. “Because you are.”
“No,” Scott said softly. “But thanks.”
“No problem.”
Charlie pressed another kiss to Scott’s belly, his tongue darting out to taste the clean skin, savor every part of this. It wasn’t impossible that they’d do this once and then Scott would decide he wasn’t into it after all.
So this had to count.
Eager to really get started, Charlie unbuckled Scott’s belt, pulling his jeans open one-handed as he skimmed the other hand up his stomach, drawing invisible patterns on his skin. He wanted Scott sensitive for this, ready to beg.
The soft thud of Scott’s head against the shelf behind him made Charlie look up. He grinned when he saw Scott’s face, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open, just a little way.
Scott was enjoying himself. That was what Charlie wanted.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Scott’s underwear, pulling them down along with his jeans and letting them pool around his ankles.
Scott gasped, drawing a slow, shaky breath all the way down to his stomach. Charlie leaned in, kissing just below his belly button, making a soft, soothing noise.
“It’s okay,” Charlie murmured. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I know.” Scott took another deep breath. “First time.”
“Really?” Charlie looked up, surprised. It was hard to imagine that no one had gotten here before him.
“Not… I’ve done other stuff, but not this,” Scott said. “Thought about it a lot.”
Charlie paused for a moment, taking that in, and then smiled. “You’re gonna love it.”
Before Scott had a chance to respond, Charlie grabbed hold of his half-hard cock, tugging lightly on it to get Scott ready. He’d appreciate the feeling of Charlie’s mouth on him a lot more if he was already sensitive.
Scott grunted above him, shifting his legs a little further apart. He was trapped in place by his own jeans, but he still had an inch or so of wiggle room.
His cock was hardening quickly in Charlie’s hand, hot and heavy with blood. Charlie ran the pad of his thumb up the vein on the underside, applying just enough pressure to make Scott hiss.
“You have a gorgeous cock,” Charlie said, curling his fingers around the base.
Scott’s face flushed bright red, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Yeah?”
