Scott didn’t have time to see the look on Charlie’s face before Charlie had closed the space between them, wrapping his arms tightly around Scott’s shoulders. He burst into tears before Scott could react, the sound snapping him out of his daze.
He wrapped his arms around Charlie as well, holding him tight, promising himself he’d never let go. Not for anything.
Whatever happened, he’d fight to keep Charlie.
“Thank you,” Charlie whispered beside Scott’s ear, his whole body heaving as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
A few stray tears welled up in Scott’s eyes, too. The relief of knowing that Charlie wanted him, wanted this to work out enough to stay, that was huge. He was allowed to cry over that.
Charlie would have told him he was allowed to cry over whatever he wanted.
That was what made Charlie so special. He’d given Scott permission to be himself.
And when he was being himself? He loved Charlie. Completely and wholeheartedly.
After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, Charlie pulled back a little. Just far enough to wipe a tear away from Scott’s cheek with the pad of his thumb, just far enough for Scott to see him smile.
Scott wanted to see Charlie smile every day for the rest of his life. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting that.
“Thankyou,” Scott said. “For being braver than I am.”
“Anytime.” Charlie put both of his hands on Scott’s face, leaning in and closing his eyes. Scott let his own eyes fall closed, focusing on the press of Charlie’s lips against his when they finally joined, gasping as Charlie’s tongue darted out.
The moaned softly, the sound one part arousal, one part relief. His hands moved to Charlie’s hips, holding him in place while they kissed, even with Charlie’s glasses in the way.
Scott was developing a kink for having his face poked by the frames while he was being kissed.
Charlie hummed against his mouth, the heat of the kiss building, the warmth between their bodies making Scott’s skin tingle. The slide of Charlie’s lips against his, full of unspoken promises, making his cock twitch.
He wanted Charlie. No, heneededCharlie, right now. He needed to feel as close as possible.
“Bed?” he asked between kisses, hopeful.
Charlie swallowed, and then nodded. “Bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
As Scott pulled Charlie’s leg over his hip, spreading lube on his fingers, Charlie was beginning to realize that they weren’t actually going to make it to the bed. His head banged against the wall behind him, his eyes falling closed.
This was fine. He didn’t need a bed to be with Scott. He just needed Scott.
Besides, it had been a long time since anyone had tried fucking him against a wall. Scott might actually be able to manage it.
He bit his lip as Scott’s fingertip circled his hole. They hadn’t switched positions like this yet, but Charlie desperately wanted Scott inside him right now.
Thankfully, Scott seemed eager to oblige.
“I’d reassure you that this won’t hurt, but you know that,” Scott said, grinning at his own joke. “You taught me everything I know.”
Charlie opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a soft cry as Scott slid a finger inside him, more confident than Charlie had expected him to be.
It still felt good. Scott had strong fingers, and Charlie already knew that his cock was going to be one hell of a ride, thick and perfectly curved as it was.
“You really don’t need to be gentle with me.” Charlie’s heat was already pounding in his chest, his stomach tight.
He wasn’t leaving. Scott loved him.
Things were working out okay after all.
