Play It Again, Charlie (51 page)

Charlie stopped once Will's other wrist was bound to the headboard, and Will froze, his face turned up, his eyes wide as they watched him.

“Charlie,” he answered obediently, though Charlie hadn't asked a question. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Since he knew the truth, Charlie looked away, dropping his head to kiss Will's throat and down to his collarbone. It wasn't what Will was probably expecting, but he hitched his body up just the same.

There were shivers under Will's skin, which was hot to the touch. His nipples seemed slightly swollen, so Charlie licked those too, kissed them slowly, with a care that had to be driving Will crazy. Will was already hard— he would feel aching and hollow where he had felt Charlie's erection— and yet he was just trembling and rocking his body up in small, barely controlled bursts.

Charlie slid his hands down Will's sides, petted over available skin, and felt Will's heartbeat speed up, slow down, speed up again.

“Charlie, what are you doing to me?” Will's whisper was hesitant, the way his body wasn't. He leaned his head back to give Charlie access to his throat again and murmured his name to the headboard, the name Charlie had told him to use. “
Charlie
.”

Any other time, Charlie might have blushed. But he spread out his fingers, soothing so much warm skin, turning to nip gently at the places he'd bitten before. It was cruel, what he was doing, calming Will down to wind him up again, and he kissed apologies down Will's chest though he wasn't going to stop. He moved his hands next, putting one to the bed to give Will warning that he was moving again, and then his mouth was on Will's stomach.

They both knew where he was going, but he shut his eyes and listened to Will breathing hard above him. His hips came up, but no matter how he moved, there still wasn't enough pressure for him to get himself off.

His puffs became more whimpers. Charlie licked his belly button, all around his flat navel, and then put his palms to Will's hips, this time shoving them down when they jerked up. He had to momentarily stop when the pleasure flared up, burned so hot he couldn't breathe. He wanted Will to push up so he could push him back down, and he was too aroused to feel any shame about it.

“Ch... Charlie... ,” Will panted, his voice rising impatiently when Charlie finally moved again, sliding down to let his mouth move around his own fingers, spread out over Will's hips. Will hadn't waxed everywhere, thank God, and Charlie took a moment to kiss along the faint trail of hair. Then he stopped, just short of his goal, and opened his eyes to look up.

Will's eyes were on him, glued to him, his body tensed, a shine to his darkened lips as though he had wet them again. They'd chap, Charlie thought faintly, but wet his own.

The glitter in Will's eyes was new, and beautiful, and heady. “Nothing to say?” Charlie managed, his throat tightening for one moment when Will couldn't seem to process his words and answered by curling his fingers to pull at his restraints. Charlie knew his voice was the same as it was before, sharp, commanding, and he nearly thrust his hips forward at the memory of his hand on Will's ass.

Will started to speak, shaped his name, and then inched his body up. When he was pushed back to the sheets once again, he clutched at the black straps holding him down and moaned.

“No quote?” Charlie couldn't help adding, clutching at Will's hips, his heart pounding when he saw Will
try
to frown.

“I... ,” Will whispered in the next second, shivering at every word and then gasping when Charlie exhaled heavily over his cock. It jerked, spurted beautifully. “Charlie, please.
Please
. I can't take it. I never... .”

“Never?” Charlie glanced up at the word, his own body hard and desperate to push down. He wouldn't let himself reach down. It was bad enough imagining what Will would say if he did, what Will would do if Charlie denied him for much longer, and how much he wanted to. “What if I asked you to?” The question slipped out, too loud, though any volume would have been too loud.

He stopped, not wanting to meet Will's gaze, but he had to. Will's skin was flushed, shining with sweat, and a line came and went between his eyes as he tried to follow. He pulled at the restraints again but instantly stopped when Charlie's hands flattened over his belly.

“Charlie.” His voice was thick, as though something hurt after all. “Don't you want me?”

He couldn't have Will doubting that. Not ever. Charlie left his cock and climbed up to kiss him, sliding a hand to his head as he eased it back, something in him relieved at how Will still opened for him. He wanted to reward him for it.

“Do you want to come?” He still couldn't quite believe himself, but Will was nodding desperately at the question, straining to keep Charlie's mouth on him when he eased back.

“Good.” Charlie kissed him again, then slid back down before Will could get a good look at his face. “Then shift your hips up.”

The speed of the response made him clench his hands in the bedding before he moved on, settling down between Will's legs and tightening his fingers over the hot, sore curves of Will's ass.

Will hissed. Charlie didn't bother to hold him down when Will immediately rocked up this time, he just moved his mouth down, loving the taste of Will, the smell, and the sounds that left Will when Charlie took his cock, when it hit the back of his throat.

As though he had wound Will up too much, Will's thrusts were jerky, needy, but Charlie hummed and let him, let the blowjob be sloppy and wet for a few more moments. Will was mumbling, panting. When Charlie took control back, pushed him back to the bed with one hand, he groaned and accepted the rhythm Charlie wanted. Charlie's other hand against his side made him sigh, swear loudly, then softly.

It wasn't slow, but he made Will wait, swallowing what had to be buckets of pre-come and enjoying the weighty twitch of Will's cock on his tongue.

“Oh,
Charlie
.” This one sounded genuine, low and sore, as if Will didn't want to be saying it. He jerked up, let Charlie shove him back down, and then took a deep breath before letting Charlie blow him like he wanted. He rolled his hips carefully and panted when Charlie sucked for a moment, bringing him closer to the edge.

Will's back curved up from the bed. There weren't any more words. He closed his eyes and dropped his head to the pillow. Charlie couldn't see his expression, could only hear him breathing hard and letting out fast moans. Charlie didn't force him back but squeezed his ass. Will gasped, frozen at what had to be a mix of pleasure and pain, hovering there and trembling before he came.

He didn't move when Charlie finally pulled away, not even when Charlie slowly pulled himself up to untie him, though he did open his eyes to watch as Charlie pulled on the straps. Charlie glanced at him once as he checked over his wrists, but he couldn't think of anything to say when Will only continued to stare at him, his eyes wide, his lips parted as he caught his breath.

After a few moments, Will stretched out. Charlie took that as his cue to move. When sliding back onto his knees wasn't comfortable, he turned toward the edge of the bed to stand up. Will slammed into his back, too hard and clumsy. His mouth slid over Charlie's neck as Charlie turned toward him, and then he was shaking his head. He was still breathing hard, panting, but his hands, his weight, kept Charlie where he was.

A second later, and Will had him down and exhaling in surprise at the strength Will almost never showed off.

“Oh no.” Will's voice was as raspy as Charlie's would have been if he'd allowed himself words. His eyes were so bright they could have been full of tears, but he was smiling, grunting as his fingers ripped Charlie's shirt open and his knee pushed between Charlie's legs. “Not after that.” As though it was difficult for him to speak, he ducked his head for a moment, inhaling at Charlie's ear.

“Mine,” he grunted, baring Charlie's chest before setting to work on his pants. Charlie finally moved, putting a hand to Will's back and then bending a knee and throwing his head back when Will slid a hand down his pants.

“Will,” he tried, then he groaned at Will's thumb against the head of his cock, the way Will gave up on trying to get his pants off and just worked him free of his briefs. His mouth was wet and hot at Charlie's stomach.

“Going to make you feel so good, Charlie.” He barely pulled his mouth away enough to speak and then he was back to clinging to him, panting against his skin and stroking his dick. “Tell me, Charlie, please.” He was all kisses and hands and heavy breathing. Charlie was almost afraid to look at him. Will looked up the moment he did, meeting his gaze without stopping. “Tell me what you want.”

He was so hot, in every sense, so everything. Charlie licked his lips, but what he wanted was too much. He opened his mouth, then shut it and dropped his head back to the mattress. Will made a hurt, hungry sound he couldn't stand, so close it echoed through Charlie's body, making him shake until he reached out, reached down to bury his fingers in Will's hair.

He pushed Will's head down, greedy, hard, scared, but Will's moan was grateful. He didn't hesitate, didn't stop, just slid down a little bit further and opened his throat to take Charlie's cock all the way in. Charlie's hand tightened, and Will liked that, too, moaning, trying desperately to swallow when that kept his head down. He came up when Charlie remembered himself and let him, but it was only for a moment and then he was moving smoothly in response to every clutch of Charlie's fingers, every groan he couldn't bite back.

It was loud enough to be embarrassing anywhere else. No, that was wrong. He could never have been embarrassed by the need in the sounds Will was making as he blew him. There was spit, warm and sticky between, but nothing to Will's hands sliding up his stomach, grabbing at his hips, pushing like he wanted more. Charlie moved up into his open throat and tight lips, then gasped, his voice rough.

“Will. Will, I... Will, I want— ” That was all. Will was too much, taking him, perfect as he swallowed, swallowed, then pulled back to stretch out over him. He was sticky too, damp and sweet, turning his head into Charlie's hand like Sam did, wanting attention. Charlie curled his fingers, scratching gently over his scalp, down the back of his neck, and closed his eyes.

“So good. Aren't I better? Never. Please,” Will murmured, not making much sense, not needing to with Charlie's senses still firing, lights behind his eyes. They were both breathing hard, both positioned awkwardly across Grayson's bed, but neither of them was moving except for the hand Charlie left in Will's hair.

His heart was beating frantically in his ears, though not enough to drown out the sound of Will's whispers or the quiet murmur coming from the TV. After a minute Charlie opened his eyes and twisted his head in that direction. Then he blinked.

“Tell me we didn't just do that with Sandra Dee watching,” he remarked hoarsely. Will lifted his head. His pause said maybe he'd forgotten all about the movie he'd left playing. Then he laughed softly.

“Oh boy, did we.”

“That's almost like fucking in church.” Charlie had no idea where the words came from but couldn't feel embarrassed when Will laughed again and shifted up farther to lie alongside him.

He was so very warm, smelled of sex and that hint of peppermint, and he turned toward Charlie when Charlie buried his face in his hair. “We never did get your pants off,” Will observed, amused, and Charlie paused.

“You know,” Will remarked without looking up, still husky-voiced, “I had no idea. You... .” He stopped, then seemed to reconsider what he'd been going to say. “You must be tired.”

Charlie scowled to think he was that obviously exhausted. Will licked his lips, then spoke against his cheek. He put one careful hand to Charlie's side. “Do you want to sleep here? I know it's Grayson's place, but you could... I could wake you up in a few hours, so you can avoid running into anyone in the morning.”

It wasn't something Charlie had had to think about. He blinked, recalling Will's fear of Mrs. Brown catching him, and then nodded slowly. He'd fed Sam before he'd left, he didn't have to worry about that, but he doubted he could fit in Will's clothes, and no way was he wearing Grayson's. “Okay, but you shouldn't have to wake up. I can set my phone.”

“Charlie,” Will breathed out, and he stopped him midsentence. There was almost a
longing
in his voice for a moment that Charlie didn't understand. He put a hand on Will's thigh, stretched his fingers over skin still damp, then shivered.

“Charlie Charlie Charlie,” Will whispered, as though making sure Charlie knew he could say it, or whatever else he wanted, and if he hadn't already been hot, Charlie would have flushed all over. Will let out a shaky breath. “Is that all you want from me?”

Charlie tensed and Will inhaled, but a moment later he was breathing out and laughing again, snorting quietly under Charlie's ear.

“I like dating you, Charlie,” he added unexpectedly. Charlie shut his eyes and waited for a joke that didn't come. As though Will was happy where he was, he didn't move, not even to turn the volume back up on his movie.

Charlie's hand clutched at him, too obvious, too tight for one heartbeat, and then he brought it back up to cup the back of Will's head. Will immediately wriggled in appreciation when Charlie slowly began to trail his fingers through his hair. If he was waiting for an answer, there was no sign, and his breathing evened out before Charlie could think of one.

Will's definition of dating apparently meant spending almost an entire day in bed with Charlie, watching scarily bright movies from the early sixties, and finally ordering in when he remembered that the only food in the apartment was California rolls from the grocery store that were several days past their expiration date.

Not that Charlie had minded. The sunlight streaming in through the windows had woken them before the alarm in Will's phone had gone off, and Charlie had made it downstairs to take care of Sam and have a shower. He'd emerged from the shower to find that Will had sent him a series of texts with a few embarrassing pictures and had found himself hurrying back upstairs without even stopping for coffee.