“Is this gentle?” Scott asked, already a little out of breath.
Charlie laughed, opening his eyes to look at Scott. “You’re doing great. I’m just saying, don’t worry. I can take it.”
Scott licked his lips, pressing the tip of a second finger against Charlie’s hole. He paused, raising an eyebrow. Waiting for permission.
Charlie bit down on his lip and nodded. He wanted Scott as hard and fast as he could get him.
Stars exploded behind Charlie’s eyelids as he screwed his eyes shut again, groaning as Scott’s fingers stretched him wide. He reached down to grip his cock, knowing that both of Scott’s hands were occupied and he couldn’t stop him.
As soon as he did, Scott surged forward, trapping both Charlie’s cock and his hand between their stomachs, pinning him hard against the wall behind him.
“No coming until I’m inside you,” Scott said, his voice a low growl. Charlie cracked one eye open to see him blushing furiously, but he was trying. That was all that mattered.
It was still hot, even with Scott a little unsure of himself. He’d be sure of himself one day, and it was totally worth the wait.
Charlie would have given up alotmore than a job he didn’t really want for Scott. There was something between them, something magical.
He understood now why his parents had gotten married within a week of knowing each other. It was possible to look at someone and know they were The One.
Scott was The One, and Charlie knew it.
“You’re really hot when you take charge,” Charlie responded, a little too late. Scott glanced at him, meeting his eyes for a second, his expression so open and earnest that even with Scott’s fingers in him, with his cock leaking between them, his heart fluttered.
Wow.
Sex with someone he really loved was going to be amazing. He could hardly wait to do this more often.
“I love you,” he added automatically, overwhelmed by the feeling. He loved Scott. He’d never loved anyone like he loved Scott.
Scott twisted his fingers, pressing against a spot that made Charlie’s back arch toward him, seeking more, his cock twitching as it rubbed against Scott’s skin, catching on the hairs of his treasure trail.
Charlie took that to mean that Scott loved him, too.
“You’re always so eager,” Scott said, his voice full of wonder.
Charlie had no idea where he’d found people whowouldn’tbe eager to have Scott fuck them, but he was glad he’d gotten there first. He was glad this was so obviously good for Scott, that he’d keep coming back for more.
“You’re always so hot,” Charlie said, rocking his hips back against Scott’s fingers. “I want more.”
“More fingers, or…?”
Charlie licked his lips. “Skip it. I don’t need… I needyou,” Charlie blurted out in a rush. Now that he’d had the thought, nothing short of Scott’s cock would satisfy him.
Scott apparently didn’t need to be told twice, slipping his fingers out without another word. Charlie braced himself, panting for breath as he waited, biting his lip as he felt the head of Scott’s cock pressed against him.
He cried out as Scott pushed inside him, the familiar burn of being stretched just a little way past his limit making his skin feel too tight for a moment. Just long enough for it to ease off, be replaced by the unique satisfaction of fullness.
One day, Charlie was going to shove a cock ring on Scott and ride him until he begged for mercy.
He wanted to tell Scott how good he felt, but the wind had been knocked out of him, his lungs empty as he gasped for air.
Scott didn’t need the praise. He barely paused before rocking his hips forward, a long, slow thrust in and out, followed by a faster one, and a faster one as he lifted Charlie’s other leg, grabbing him by the backs of his thighs and holding him up, spreading his legs wide as he did so.
Charlie’s head spun. No one had ever fucked him like this, no matter how much he’d wanted them to.
The back of his head hit the wall as he threw it back, gasping for air, sobbing with each thrust. Scott was so thick and so hot, fucking deep into him, hard enough to make Charlie’s eyes water.
He was going to last about thirty seconds at this rate, but he didn’t care. Scott could keep doing this after he came. Scott could wake him up like this every morning if he wanted to, and Charlie wouldn’t complain once.
