That was new, but Charlie wasn’t about to fight it. He was so turned on, so desperate to come that he didn’t care about feeling like an overeager teenager again.
Charlie groaned around Scott’s cock as his own orgasm hit, taking Scott as far into his throat as he could, far enough that he couldn’t breathe around it. His head spun as the force of his orgasm hit him, a few perfect, blissful seconds of pleasure making him feel as though all of his nerve endings were alight.
As the overwhelming rush of sensations died down, he pulled back just far enough to breathe again, keeping Scott’s cock firmly in his mouth. Charlie sucked him clean as his knees started to buckle, his hand went limp in Charlie’s hair, and he rocked his hips minutely, no more than a quarter inch, just enough to ride out the aftershocks.
Charlie had been prepared for worse, braced himself for Scott to thrust deep into his throat, but of course Scott didn’t do that. He was too kind, too considerate, too concerned about Charlie’s feelings to use him.
Scott was beautiful when he came. Charlie stared up at him, pulling back to give himself a chance to breathe, wiping the side of his mouth clean.
Scott’s face was slack, his eyes closed, his head lolling back against the books behind him, turned a little to the side. His chest was heaving, his shirt still bunched up where Charlie had pushed it out of the way earlier.
Everything about him was perfect.
It wasn’t all that hard to imagine falling in love with him, though that was a scary path to go down so soon. Charlie wasn’t ready for that, yet. He still felt the need to protect his heart, even though he knew someone as fundamentally good as Scott would never hurt him on purpose.
Not all hurts were intentional.
A knock on the door startled Charlie out of his thoughts, and he opened his mouth to shoutwe’re closedat the top of his lungs before he realized they were expecting food.
He’d just come in his jeans, and Scott was in no condition to face the delivery guy.
Charlie stood gingerly, willing himself to act natural, and pecked Scott on the lips. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
Hopefully, the delivery guy wouldn’t look too closely at his crotch.
Even if he did, though, the potential embarrassment was totally worth it.
Luckily, the front entrance of the library was dark enough that it would have been difficult to see much, and combined with the fact that Charlie had managed to wear black jeans and a long-ish sweater today, he was fairly sure he’d get away with it.
If the delivery guydidnotice, he didn’t react. That was basically the same as not noticing.
If a rumor about him having sex in the library started going around, Charlie would know he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought he was.
The one downside of small towns was that if one person knew something,everyoneknew it. Small-town gossip was the fastest thing in the universe, light coming a distant second.
When Charlie got back, Scott had pulled his jeans back on and was sitting down at the desk, still looking dazed.
Charlie smirked. That was exactly the look he expected after a performance like that.
Setting the pizza down on the table, Charlie pulled the extra chair back into place so he could sit beside Scott, and collapsed into it. It wasn’t quite the first time he’d come in his pants, so he was doing his best to take it in stride and pretend he’d intended to.
“Thoughts?” Charlie asked, opening the pizza box and taking a slice. He let his head rest against Scott’s shoulder, snuggling closer when Scott automatically put an arm around him.
“I think I’m a little bi,” Scott said slowly, his tongue stumbling clumsily over the syllables.
“Alittle?” Charlie asked. “Are you joking? I could win medals for sucking dick, and you’re alittlebi?”
“It was good! Great, even,” Scott defended.
“Life-changing,” Charlie insisted, wanting full credit for how good he was. He’d had enough practice.
“Well… yeah.” Scott shrugged, his voice getting quiet. “Yeah, life-changing. I never wanted a guy to suck my dick before, and now I do. And I wanna cuddle with you, and that’s new, too. Hence being a little bi.”
Charlie made a soft noise, feeling guilty now for teasing Scott. This was a big deal for him, and all of it was new. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was joking. Gimme your hand.”
Charlie held his hand out, waiting for Scott to take it. “I don’t care how bi you are, as long as I get to kiss you.”
Before Scott could respond, Charlie darted in and kissed his cheek.
