“So, uh, a twin room okay with you? I might snore, but I don’t have any nasty personal habits I’m aware of other than that.”
“Whatever.” I probably wouldn’t sleep very well anyway. I realised I sounded rude so I said quickly, “I mean, sure, that’s fine. I’m easy.”
He grinned at me, his honey-dark eyes full of mischief. “You shouldn’t say shit like that. You’ll give me ideas.”
He couldn’t be. I couldnotbe that lucky. The air squeezed from my lungs as I managed to choke out, “Youshouldn’t say shit like that either. You might find me naked by the time you’ve brushed your teeth.” I resisted the temptation to check his reaction and unclipped my seat belt, opening the car door as I did so. I’d stretch my legs while Luc got us booked in, and hope he could take a joke. Not that I was joking, but I suspected he was.
Except, faster than I’d have thought possible, he was around my side of the vehicle, his slim, muscular form crowding me back against the bodywork, one arm preventing my escape — not that I had any inclination to move. Low and measured, his eyes a confident slow slide from the roots of my hair to my boots, he drawled, “You, Charley, are a very bad boy. Just as well I can spot a tease a mile off.” It would have been more convincing he thought I was joking if his pupils hadn’t expanded to the size of black holes while he said it.
3
LUC
Dear gods,he couldn’t be old enough to be propositioning me, surely? And he was just my type, lean and dark-haired, with a sassy mouth. I’d moved right into his space, throwing down a statement he had no chance of misunderstanding. I fully expected him to look away or blush, or stammer how he was kidding and he didn’t mean it, but he held my gaze coolly, even though the scent of arousal drifted my way and I heard his heart rate kick up several notches. Excitement? You betcha my own heart was keeping pace while I awaited his response, silently sending up a prayer he might actually want to fuck.Please let himbe legal. Life was often cruel, but placing underage temptation in my path would be downright mean. If he was even a day under eighteen, I wouldn’t go there. I just couldn’t. It would be squicky, even if he was technically of age.
I stepped back a fraction, but kept him pinned in place. “I should have asked this first. How old are you?”
Charley grinned. “Nineteen.”
Be still, my throbbing dick.“Can you prove that?”
He slid a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a battered-looking wallet. “Driving licence. I know I look young.” He held it up for long enough for me to ascertain it was indeed him, one Charley — not Charles, I noted — Entwhistle, before pocketing it once more. “Satisfied?”
“Not yet, but the night is young,” I quipped, rolling with it, because I still expected him to call a halt at any minute. “I’d better see if they’ve got any rooms.” I jerked my head towards the building behind us.
“Double would be more practical than a twin,” Charley said softly. “Unless…” He seemed to be thinking. “Unless you want to get a twin, so we can make a thorough mess of one bed, and sleep in the other..?”
I blinked a bit tiredly at him. The little shit wasn’t budging, and lust was making me doubt myself. “I’m all for some hot ’n heavy fun, but I’m not sure we’d completely wreck a bed in one night. I’ll see what’s available.” I made my legs move away, adjusting my cock as surreptitiously as I could. Evidently I wasn’t very subtle as I heard Charley’s snicker follow me across the gravel.
* * *
We got a double.I had no intention of asking him to pay half, and hoped he’d forget about it. He was scared, and I’d bet my next pay cheque he wasn’t a liar, even if I didn’t understand what was going on.
As Charley showed no sign of removing his weird steampunk sunglasses, I snapped the bathroom light on, and wedged the shower mat in the doorway to create a small beam of light into our room. We could leave the curtains open, and there was a misty glimmer from the lamps in the car park too. Hopefully he wouldn’t wonder why I wasn’t more bothered by his sensitivity, or how I could apparently see perfectly well in the gloom.
As soon as the main light went off, he gave an almost imperceptible sigh of relief and took off the wraparounds. “Thanks.” A pause. “You won’t break your neck stumbling about in the dark, will you?”
“It’s not that dark.”I’ll wager I can see at least as well as you can, if not better, at night, pal.
He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and the subject was closed. As long as he didn’t go arse over tit over his rucksack and knock himself out cold, I could deal with the minor inconvenience of pretending to be a bit more careful than I needed to.
My skin prickled with the need to go for a run, but I was tired after the drive, and I didn’t know the area, so it would have to wait. I settled for filling up the tiny kettle and dropping a teabag into one of the mugs. I held up a second teabag, and an instant coffee sachet in the other hand, and turned to face Charley. “Want one?”
He nodded. “Coffee please.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed, removing his boots. Huge black clumpy affairs with a million clasps and buckles.
I kicked off my trainers and flexed my toes appreciatively, before sinking into the nearest chair. “How the fuck did you run in those? They must weigh a ton.”
“Meh, I’m strong. Not slowed me down so far.” He stood and put the boots tidily next to the door. He pulled his hoodie over his head and hung that up too. I spared a single guilty thought to my slobbish ways, but the kettle boiled, distracting me.
We sipped our drinks in a relatively easy silence. I still felt too tightly wound, but seeing as a run was out of the question, I hoped Charley had been serious about blowing off some sexual steam with me. It wasn’t the same, but it would be a pleasant way to relax. With any luck, a decent orgasm would lull me straight to sleep.
Speaking of which, I directed my legs to stand. “Guess I’ll shower first, if you don’t mind.”
Charley’s eyes flashed with heat. “You’re only going to get dirty again,” he said, shoving his mug down, and getting to his feet too. “Seems like a waste of water to me.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your plan then?Oh.”He dropped to his knees in front of me, one hand already on my belt buckle.
Against the better judgment of the horny cheerleader who lived in my jeans, I covered his hand with one of my own. “Hey, stop a second.” Charley froze, looking confused. I swallowed. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re fit as fuck and I’d love to do this with you, but I can’t help thinking you’re doing it as payment in kind for the lift. And that’s a really shitty reason to get off, for both of us.”
