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Charitable Contribution by Spikedluv (Challenge #95: Charity)
Title: Charitable Contribution
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Coop
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 3432 words
Spoilers: 1.13 Manhunt.
Summary: After chasing his fugitive across five states before running him down in Boston, Billy needed a beer, or ten, and this had been the nearest bar.
Notes/Warning: Pre-series. If underage sex isn’t your thing, you can imagine that Charlie’s 18 in this fic. I’m presuming that Charlie went to MIT for his PhD after graduating from Princeton.
Written: August 3, 2009
Billy Cooper let the noise wash over him as he pushed his way to the bar. It was crowded (probably exceeded the fire safety maximum by a good third), mostly with college kids, and loud as hell, but he didn’t care. After chasing his fugitive across five states before running him down in Boston, Billy needed a beer, or ten, and this had been the nearest bar.
He caught the bartender’s attention and ordered a shot of Jack and a bottle of anything American. He wasn’t surprised when a bottle of Samuel Adams was placed in front of him along with his whiskey. Billy paid, left a couple of dollar bills from his change on the bar for a tip and pocketed the rest, and then turned around to watch the crowd.
Billy never got tired of studying people, even though that’s what he did for a living. Especially someplace like this, where he could pick out the guys who were looking for a good time from those who were looking for trouble. It was often amusing, and it gave him something to do.
Billy was on his second beer when someone took the small stage in the back to thundering applause. Billy couldn’t hear everything because of the noise, and the crappy sound system, but he heard enough to realize that everyone had crowded in here tonight because of an auction to benefit -- did he hear that right? -- the math department at MIT.
Billy drank his third beer as half a dozen college students, male and female, were brought out onto the stage and paraded in front of the crowd before being auctioned off. Billy let the excitement of the students and other bar patrons wash over him, until they brought out the seventh student.
He was skinny and had curly hair that just begged to be touched. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, his shorts baggy and hanging off his hips. The MC called him Charlie, and when Charlie went through the spiel of what he was willing to do, rake leaves, wash cars, tutor in math, anything, really, except do your homework or take a test for you, his voice slid down Billy’s spine and curled around his dick.
Christ, Billy thought, the kid looked twelve, even though he had to be at least eighteen if he was in college, right?
One girl called out her offer of twenty dollars before the MC even opened bidding. The crowd and the MC laughed at her eagerness, but he took the bidding from there. Charlie just looked embarrassed.
Fifty dollars had been the previous highest bid -- these were college students, after all, and most of the locals didn’t seem to be paying the auction much attention. A couple of girls pooled their money and bid sixty dollars, and then a group of boys did the same thing and raised the bid to seventy-five.
Charlie looked nervous when he heard that, but Billy couldn’t figure out why he even cared. And then, to his complete surprise, Billy raised his beer bottle and bid a hundred. The crowd, the MC and Charlie, all turned to stare at him. In the stunned silence, the MC quickly ended the bidding and declared Billy the winner.
Charlie quickly ran off the stage and another student took his place. The bidding continued, and Billy was soon forgotten.
After his fifth beer, Billy asked the bartender who he should give his hundred dollars for the auction to. The bartender glanced over Billy’s shoulder and said, “Charlie’ll take care of you.”
When Billy turned around, Charlie of the curls and the sweet husky voice was standing in front of him.
“Hi,” Charlie said, “I’m Charlie.”
Billy smiled. “So I heard. I’m Billy.”
“Hi, Billy. Listen, thank you, you know, for saving me.”
Billy gestured with his chin. “From those yahoos?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what they were going to have me do, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been pleasant.”
Billy had a pretty good idea what they wanted. He didn’t know what made him ask, or why it had to come out sounding so much like a come on. “What makes you think I’m gonna be any better?”
Charlie flushed a delightful shade of pink. “Can’t be any worse. So, what is it, raking leaves, cleaning your bathroom -- because in my experience guys tend to think that bathrooms are self-cleaning.”
“I’m just passing through, actually. No house, so no leaves, no bathroom.”
“Ahhh. I guess you don’t need tutoring then.”
“Not in math.”
“You driving or flying?” Charlie asked.
“Driving.”
“I could wash your car.”
Billy let his gaze slide down Charlie’s body. “Depends. You gonna be wearing those shorts?”
Charlie flushed and chuckled nervously. “Hey, are you flirting with me?”
“Why not? For a hundred bucks, you can at least listen to my bad pick up lines.”
Charlie smiled. “Okay. When are you gonna start?”
Billy dramatically clutched at his chest. “Oh, ow, direct hit.”
Charlie laughed then, and Billy really liked the sound of it. Charlie nodded at the nearly empty bottle in Billy’s hand and said, “Can I buy you another drink?”
Billy looked at it, considered. He’d already had five beers on an empty stomach, and he could really do with something to eat. The bar offered bar-type food, which would normally be good enough for him, but the place was too crowded to enjoy it.
“Actually, I think I need some food. You know of anyplace still open around here?” Billy finished the beer and set the empty bottle on the bar.
“Yeah, sure. Are you certain you want to leave all this?”
“Are you kidding? I must be getting old, or grouchy, because the sound of all these kids having a good time is giving me a headache.”
Charlie laughed again, and then gave a little tug on Billy’s jacket and led the way out of the bar. Once outside, Billy actually had to stop and open his jaw wide to pop his ears.
Charlie began walking, and Billy fell into step beside him. Two minutes later, Charlie turned into a diner. The single waitress behind the counter looked up when the bell above the door dinged, and smiled.
“Hey, Charlie. Up late working on your diss?”
“Hey, Liz. No, no diss tonight. How’re you doing?”
“Aside from my feet, fabulous. You boys want a booth, or you want to sit at the counter?”
With a look they both decided on the booth. Once they were settled with menus and glasses of water, Liz took their drink orders and then left them to read over the menu.
“What’s good here?” Billy asked.
Charlie shrugged. “Everything. Depends what you’re in the mood for. They make the best chef salad. Huge, you can hardly finish it. Though you look more like a meat guy. Their burgers are good. And they make the homemade fries. If you like hot turkey or roast beef sandwiches, those are awesome, too.”
“Have you tried everything on the menu?”
“Well, not everything,” Charlie said, hiding his embarrassed smile behind the glass of water.
Billy ordered the hot turkey sandwich with extra gravy on the fries. Charlie ordered a slice of lemon meringue pie.
At Billy’s look, he said, “I ate earlier.” He pointed his finger at Billy and smiled. “You can have dessert, too, if you finish everything on your plate.”
Billy didn’t think Charlie had the same ideas for dessert as Billy did.
Billy didn’t like to talk about his work to civilians -- it either made them uncomfortable, or he discovered that they were a little too interested -- so he pumped Charlie for information and found out that Charlie hadn’t been to Boston until he’d come there to attend graduate school at MIT, and that he liked the Celtics even though his family couldn’t understand it.
They talked about Boston, and classes, and California, where Charlie said he was from originally, and once in a while Billy threw in a comment about different places he’d ‘visited’ for work.
After a slice of raspberry pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream (and a second slice of lemon meringue for Charlie), Billy paid the bill over Charlie’s protests, and left a generous tip for Liz who, despite her tired feet, had been on her toes.
Outside the diner, Billy turned towards his motel and Charlie kept pace with him. They didn’t speak, and Billy couldn’t help wondering what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t adverse to a good hard fuck to celebrate a successful hunt, or to forget a bad one, but his partners usually had a few more years on them than Charlie did. Besides, the kid exuded enough innocence to make Billy feel like a perv for even thinking about him in that way.
When his motel came into view, Billy reluctantly said, “Listen, I don’t know what this area is like, do you need me to walk you to the campus, or something?”
Charlie didn’t look at Billy when he said, “I was actually hoping you’d invite me in for coffee, or something.”
Billy’s dick twitched eagerly.
Even so, Billy managed to say, “Listen, Charlie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Charlie looked up at Billy through lowered lashes and licked his lips. “Don’t you want to?”
Billy’s throat closed up and he couldn’t speak.
At his silence, Charlie visibly lost confidence. “I mean, I thought . . . . Sorry, I was, I’ll just . . . .”
Before Charlie could run away, Billy reached out and grabbed his arm. He stroked his thumb over the inside of Charlie’s wrist as he tried to think of what to say. In the end, he just said, “Of course I want to. I mean, who wouldn’t want to, you’re fucking gorgeous. But you’re just a kid, Charlie, and I’m . . . .”
“Old? Decrepit?”
“Hey, watch it,” Billy growled.
Charlie only smiled in response. Apparently Billy’s admission had given Charlie back some of his self-confidence.
“Don’t worry,” Charlie said, stepping in closer to Billy and speaking real low, “you can just lay there while I do all the work.”
“Jesus Christ,” Billy swore as his dick tried to escape his jeans. He didn’t miss the satisfaction in Charlie’s eyes when he had to adjust himself, and yet Charlie somehow managed to continue looking like the definition of innocence.
Before Billy realized it, they were at his motel room and he was slipping the keycard into the slot. Inside the room Charlie looked around, and Billy wondered what he saw. The room was no worse than others he’d stayed in, and better than some, but Charlie was probably used to better than this.
Instead of the look of distaste he expected, Charlie merely looked interested when he turned back to Billy. “King-sized bed, good, we won’t fall off.”
Billy’s eyebrow went up. “You that acrobatic?”
Charlie gave a nervous little chuckle. “I’ve been known to lose track of time, and space.”
“Trust me,” Billy said, giving in to the temptation of it and sliding his fingers into Charlie’s curls, “you won’t forget where you are, or what you’re doing.”
Charlie’s eyes went really wide and his breath hitched. Billy dragged him forward, lifted him up on his toes, and kissed him.
Charlie made a surprised squeak and his hands came up to Billy’s chest, fingers curling into his shirt and holding on tight as Billy devoured his mouth.
Billy slid his other hand down Charlie’s back until he reached his ass. He gave the firm, round cheek a gentle squeeze, and then pulled him in close so that their bodies were touching.
Charlie was hard against his hip, and Billy didn’t know how much experience the kid had, but he wasn’t shy about rubbing himself against Billy. He slid his hands over Billy’s shoulders under his jacket, and up around his neck, and when Billy gave his ass a little lift, Charlie went with it, pulling himself up and wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist, trapping Billy’s cock between their bodies.
Billy groaned and turned, slamming Charlie’s back into the door. Billy broke the kiss to apologize, but Charlie just tipped his head back against the door and rutted against Billy.
“Jesus, fuck,” Billy swore, and then latched onto the tender patch of skin Charlie had left bared, like an invitation flashing in neon
Charlie whimpered, and Christ, it went straight to Billy’s cock. Somehow Billy managed to get them across the room and on the bed before his legs gave out. He shoved Charlie’s t-shirt up to get his hand on the warm skin beneath it. The muscles in Charlie’s belly twitched as Billy slid his fingers over them, and then he found a nipple, and Charlie made the most delicious sound when Billy stroked it.
Billy found Charlie’s lips again and kissed him as he played with Charlie’s nipples, enjoying each little moan of pleasure, and the way it disrupted the rhythm of Charlie’s hips. Billy pushed Charlie’s t-shirt up and forced him to release his hold on Billy’s neck so he could get it over his head, and then Billy lowered his head to Charlie’s nipples, licking them and sucking them, and then, because Charlie was so damned responsive, using his teeth on them.
Charlie squealed and squirmed against Billy, and Billy thought it was all over, but somehow Charlie managed to not come in his shorts. Which made Billy decide it was high time to get Charlie out of them.
It took twice as long with Charlie helping, but Billy finally wrestled him out of the rest of his clothes and had him splayed out on the bed, naked. Charlie’s eyes were dark and his mouth open as he breathed heavily, his skin was flushed and his cock was hard and purple against his belly, and Billy couldn’t take his eyes off Charlie as he stood and started throwing off his own clothes.
He got the tube of lube and a foil packet out of his duffel and climbed on the bed, situating himself between Charlie’s spread legs. Billy bent down and took Charlie’s cock into his mouth, remembering at the last moment to press one hand on Charlie’s hip to keep him from thrusting up in surprise and choking him.
Charlie ran his fingers through Billy’s hair and made the most beautiful sounds as Billy sucked him. Every touch, every whine and whimper, went straight to Billy’s already hard cock. As he sucked Charlie, Billy thumbed open the lube and squirted some onto his fingers.
He got his fingers between Charlie’s delectable cheeks and rubbed his fingers over Charlie’s hole. Charlie mewled and spread his legs, pulled them up and got his heels on the mattress and worked himself against Billy’s fingers.
Billy moaned around Charlie’s cock and pressed in with one finger. Charlie was so fucking tight it made Billy’s cock ache. He moved his finger in and out, loosening up the tight muscle, and then pushed in until he found the sweet spot hidden deep inside Charlie’s body, and massaged it.
Charlie thrashed beneath him and Billy enjoyed that so much he pulled back so Charlie wouldn’t choke him and worked the spongy little nub until Charlie was nearly sobbing with the pleasure of it, his nails digging into Billy’s skin.
Billy went back down on Charlie and suckled as he replaced one finger with two. He couldn’t get over how tight Charlie was, how responsive to his touch. He worked his fingers in Charlie’s ass until they moved easily, and then he found Charlie’s prostate again.
Charlie keened deep in his throat, and writhed, and shot spurt after spurt of come into Billy’s waiting mouth. Billy suckled and massaged the nub until Charlie grew too sensitive. Billy went back on his knees, licking his lips as he gently withdrew his fingers from Charlie’s ass.
He rolled on the condom and lubed himself up, then guided the head of his cock to Charlie’s ass. He leaned over Charlie, one hand on the mattress beside his head, and said, “Hey, you okay?”
Charlie’s eyes rolled in his head before he could focus them on Billy, and then he gave Billy a slightly drunken smile.
“Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Billy didn’t have much patience left. He knelt back up and grabbed Charlie’s ass, lifted him up, fingers spreading his cheeks, and aimed for Charlie’s hole. He pressed the head of his cock through the tight ring of Charlie’s ass, and then paused, panting from the feel of Charlie so fucking tight around him, from the need to just let go and drive into him.
“You’ve done this before, right?” Billy asked, though he wasn’t sure where the question had come from.
Charlie didn’t answer right way, and when he did it sounded like he was still out of it. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters, Charlie,” Billy said, even though, Christ, it very nearly didn’t matter, if his cock had anything to say about it, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Charlie said, and then he got one leg around Billy’s back and pulled.
It wasn’t the answer Billy’d been looking for, but fuck, it was going to have to be enough, because there was no way Billy was stopping now, especially with Charlie looking at him like that, and opening up for him.
Billy slid in and he knew, he knew, this was the first time for Charlie. Charlie was looking up at him with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and surprise, because he hadn’t known what to expect. Billy leaned forward over Charlie and kissed him, forced himself to remain still and let Charlie adjust.
“Damn it, Charlie,” Billy said as he kissed him, “so fucking gorgeous,” and then Billy had to move. He got his arm beneath the leg not currently wrapped around him and pulled it forward, opening Charlie up even more.
He slid in further, and they both moaned.
“God, Charlie, please, tell me it’s okay,” Billy pleaded.
“Do it,” Charlie begged. “Fuck me, Billy, I want you to.”
That was all Billy needed to hear. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, then again, until he thought Charlie was ready for him to speed up. Billy drove into him faster, and Charlie whimpered and clawed at his back, which only made Billy slam his hips even harder against Charlie.
Billy felt Charlie’s cock rubbing against his belly. He almost couldn’t believe that Charlie was hard again, but then he remembered that he was dealing with a college student. Billy got his hand between them and pulled on Charlie’s cock.
Charlie gasped and grunted and groaned as Billy timed each stroke on his cock to match the thrusts into his ass. He found the little bundle of nerves below the ridge of Charlie’s cock and worked it with his thumb as he hammered over the nub inside him.
Charlie whined and came, warm sticky fluid spilling over Billy’s hand, spattering his chest and belly. The muscles in Charlie’s ass clenched around him and Billy grunted as he forced his cock through the tight tunnel, heat building in his balls and expanding, until Billy groaned, “Fuck, fuck, Charlie, Jesus fuck,” and came hard.
Billy lost track of time as he sprawled limply on Charlie. When he could move, he gently withdrew and disposed of the condom, then rolled to his side and pulled Charlie close. Charlie was still shaking with the aftereffects, and Billy slid his hand soothingly through the slick sweat on his back and mumbled comforting words.
“Do you have to get back?” Billy asked when Charlie’s breathing had evened out and his muscles had stopped quivering.
“I don’t have early classes tomorrow,” Charlie said, as he pushed Billy to his back and climbed on top of him.
Billy saw that Charlie’s cock was recovering nicely. “Already?” he said.
Charlie shrugged, smiled. “What can I say, you make me horny.” He reached down and stroked Billy’s sadly unresponsive dick.
“Sorry, kid,” Billy said, pretty sure he was done for the night.
“That’s okay,” Charlie said, “I bet I could get you hard if I sucked on it.”
How Charlie managed to look so innocent when he said things like that, Billy would never know.
“And then I want to ride you.”
Billy’s cock twitched in his hand and Charlie’s skin went rosy at his own audacity.
“I heard someone talking about it once, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
And now, neither could Billy.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Coop
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash
Word Count: 3432 words
Spoilers: 1.13 Manhunt.
Summary: After chasing his fugitive across five states before running him down in Boston, Billy needed a beer, or ten, and this had been the nearest bar.
Notes/Warning: Pre-series. If underage sex isn’t your thing, you can imagine that Charlie’s 18 in this fic. I’m presuming that Charlie went to MIT for his PhD after graduating from Princeton.
Written: August 3, 2009
Billy Cooper let the noise wash over him as he pushed his way to the bar. It was crowded (probably exceeded the fire safety maximum by a good third), mostly with college kids, and loud as hell, but he didn’t care. After chasing his fugitive across five states before running him down in Boston, Billy needed a beer, or ten, and this had been the nearest bar.
He caught the bartender’s attention and ordered a shot of Jack and a bottle of anything American. He wasn’t surprised when a bottle of Samuel Adams was placed in front of him along with his whiskey. Billy paid, left a couple of dollar bills from his change on the bar for a tip and pocketed the rest, and then turned around to watch the crowd.
Billy never got tired of studying people, even though that’s what he did for a living. Especially someplace like this, where he could pick out the guys who were looking for a good time from those who were looking for trouble. It was often amusing, and it gave him something to do.
Billy was on his second beer when someone took the small stage in the back to thundering applause. Billy couldn’t hear everything because of the noise, and the crappy sound system, but he heard enough to realize that everyone had crowded in here tonight because of an auction to benefit -- did he hear that right? -- the math department at MIT.
Billy drank his third beer as half a dozen college students, male and female, were brought out onto the stage and paraded in front of the crowd before being auctioned off. Billy let the excitement of the students and other bar patrons wash over him, until they brought out the seventh student.
He was skinny and had curly hair that just begged to be touched. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, his shorts baggy and hanging off his hips. The MC called him Charlie, and when Charlie went through the spiel of what he was willing to do, rake leaves, wash cars, tutor in math, anything, really, except do your homework or take a test for you, his voice slid down Billy’s spine and curled around his dick.
Christ, Billy thought, the kid looked twelve, even though he had to be at least eighteen if he was in college, right?
One girl called out her offer of twenty dollars before the MC even opened bidding. The crowd and the MC laughed at her eagerness, but he took the bidding from there. Charlie just looked embarrassed.
Fifty dollars had been the previous highest bid -- these were college students, after all, and most of the locals didn’t seem to be paying the auction much attention. A couple of girls pooled their money and bid sixty dollars, and then a group of boys did the same thing and raised the bid to seventy-five.
Charlie looked nervous when he heard that, but Billy couldn’t figure out why he even cared. And then, to his complete surprise, Billy raised his beer bottle and bid a hundred. The crowd, the MC and Charlie, all turned to stare at him. In the stunned silence, the MC quickly ended the bidding and declared Billy the winner.
Charlie quickly ran off the stage and another student took his place. The bidding continued, and Billy was soon forgotten.
After his fifth beer, Billy asked the bartender who he should give his hundred dollars for the auction to. The bartender glanced over Billy’s shoulder and said, “Charlie’ll take care of you.”
When Billy turned around, Charlie of the curls and the sweet husky voice was standing in front of him.
“Hi,” Charlie said, “I’m Charlie.”
Billy smiled. “So I heard. I’m Billy.”
“Hi, Billy. Listen, thank you, you know, for saving me.”
Billy gestured with his chin. “From those yahoos?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what they were going to have me do, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been pleasant.”
Billy had a pretty good idea what they wanted. He didn’t know what made him ask, or why it had to come out sounding so much like a come on. “What makes you think I’m gonna be any better?”
Charlie flushed a delightful shade of pink. “Can’t be any worse. So, what is it, raking leaves, cleaning your bathroom -- because in my experience guys tend to think that bathrooms are self-cleaning.”
“I’m just passing through, actually. No house, so no leaves, no bathroom.”
“Ahhh. I guess you don’t need tutoring then.”
“Not in math.”
“You driving or flying?” Charlie asked.
“Driving.”
“I could wash your car.”
Billy let his gaze slide down Charlie’s body. “Depends. You gonna be wearing those shorts?”
Charlie flushed and chuckled nervously. “Hey, are you flirting with me?”
“Why not? For a hundred bucks, you can at least listen to my bad pick up lines.”
Charlie smiled. “Okay. When are you gonna start?”
Billy dramatically clutched at his chest. “Oh, ow, direct hit.”
Charlie laughed then, and Billy really liked the sound of it. Charlie nodded at the nearly empty bottle in Billy’s hand and said, “Can I buy you another drink?”
Billy looked at it, considered. He’d already had five beers on an empty stomach, and he could really do with something to eat. The bar offered bar-type food, which would normally be good enough for him, but the place was too crowded to enjoy it.
“Actually, I think I need some food. You know of anyplace still open around here?” Billy finished the beer and set the empty bottle on the bar.
“Yeah, sure. Are you certain you want to leave all this?”
“Are you kidding? I must be getting old, or grouchy, because the sound of all these kids having a good time is giving me a headache.”
Charlie laughed again, and then gave a little tug on Billy’s jacket and led the way out of the bar. Once outside, Billy actually had to stop and open his jaw wide to pop his ears.
Charlie began walking, and Billy fell into step beside him. Two minutes later, Charlie turned into a diner. The single waitress behind the counter looked up when the bell above the door dinged, and smiled.
“Hey, Charlie. Up late working on your diss?”
“Hey, Liz. No, no diss tonight. How’re you doing?”
“Aside from my feet, fabulous. You boys want a booth, or you want to sit at the counter?”
With a look they both decided on the booth. Once they were settled with menus and glasses of water, Liz took their drink orders and then left them to read over the menu.
“What’s good here?” Billy asked.
Charlie shrugged. “Everything. Depends what you’re in the mood for. They make the best chef salad. Huge, you can hardly finish it. Though you look more like a meat guy. Their burgers are good. And they make the homemade fries. If you like hot turkey or roast beef sandwiches, those are awesome, too.”
“Have you tried everything on the menu?”
“Well, not everything,” Charlie said, hiding his embarrassed smile behind the glass of water.
Billy ordered the hot turkey sandwich with extra gravy on the fries. Charlie ordered a slice of lemon meringue pie.
At Billy’s look, he said, “I ate earlier.” He pointed his finger at Billy and smiled. “You can have dessert, too, if you finish everything on your plate.”
Billy didn’t think Charlie had the same ideas for dessert as Billy did.
Billy didn’t like to talk about his work to civilians -- it either made them uncomfortable, or he discovered that they were a little too interested -- so he pumped Charlie for information and found out that Charlie hadn’t been to Boston until he’d come there to attend graduate school at MIT, and that he liked the Celtics even though his family couldn’t understand it.
They talked about Boston, and classes, and California, where Charlie said he was from originally, and once in a while Billy threw in a comment about different places he’d ‘visited’ for work.
After a slice of raspberry pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream (and a second slice of lemon meringue for Charlie), Billy paid the bill over Charlie’s protests, and left a generous tip for Liz who, despite her tired feet, had been on her toes.
Outside the diner, Billy turned towards his motel and Charlie kept pace with him. They didn’t speak, and Billy couldn’t help wondering what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t adverse to a good hard fuck to celebrate a successful hunt, or to forget a bad one, but his partners usually had a few more years on them than Charlie did. Besides, the kid exuded enough innocence to make Billy feel like a perv for even thinking about him in that way.
When his motel came into view, Billy reluctantly said, “Listen, I don’t know what this area is like, do you need me to walk you to the campus, or something?”
Charlie didn’t look at Billy when he said, “I was actually hoping you’d invite me in for coffee, or something.”
Billy’s dick twitched eagerly.
Even so, Billy managed to say, “Listen, Charlie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Charlie looked up at Billy through lowered lashes and licked his lips. “Don’t you want to?”
Billy’s throat closed up and he couldn’t speak.
At his silence, Charlie visibly lost confidence. “I mean, I thought . . . . Sorry, I was, I’ll just . . . .”
Before Charlie could run away, Billy reached out and grabbed his arm. He stroked his thumb over the inside of Charlie’s wrist as he tried to think of what to say. In the end, he just said, “Of course I want to. I mean, who wouldn’t want to, you’re fucking gorgeous. But you’re just a kid, Charlie, and I’m . . . .”
“Old? Decrepit?”
“Hey, watch it,” Billy growled.
Charlie only smiled in response. Apparently Billy’s admission had given Charlie back some of his self-confidence.
“Don’t worry,” Charlie said, stepping in closer to Billy and speaking real low, “you can just lay there while I do all the work.”
“Jesus Christ,” Billy swore as his dick tried to escape his jeans. He didn’t miss the satisfaction in Charlie’s eyes when he had to adjust himself, and yet Charlie somehow managed to continue looking like the definition of innocence.
Before Billy realized it, they were at his motel room and he was slipping the keycard into the slot. Inside the room Charlie looked around, and Billy wondered what he saw. The room was no worse than others he’d stayed in, and better than some, but Charlie was probably used to better than this.
Instead of the look of distaste he expected, Charlie merely looked interested when he turned back to Billy. “King-sized bed, good, we won’t fall off.”
Billy’s eyebrow went up. “You that acrobatic?”
Charlie gave a nervous little chuckle. “I’ve been known to lose track of time, and space.”
“Trust me,” Billy said, giving in to the temptation of it and sliding his fingers into Charlie’s curls, “you won’t forget where you are, or what you’re doing.”
Charlie’s eyes went really wide and his breath hitched. Billy dragged him forward, lifted him up on his toes, and kissed him.
Charlie made a surprised squeak and his hands came up to Billy’s chest, fingers curling into his shirt and holding on tight as Billy devoured his mouth.
Billy slid his other hand down Charlie’s back until he reached his ass. He gave the firm, round cheek a gentle squeeze, and then pulled him in close so that their bodies were touching.
Charlie was hard against his hip, and Billy didn’t know how much experience the kid had, but he wasn’t shy about rubbing himself against Billy. He slid his hands over Billy’s shoulders under his jacket, and up around his neck, and when Billy gave his ass a little lift, Charlie went with it, pulling himself up and wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist, trapping Billy’s cock between their bodies.
Billy groaned and turned, slamming Charlie’s back into the door. Billy broke the kiss to apologize, but Charlie just tipped his head back against the door and rutted against Billy.
“Jesus, fuck,” Billy swore, and then latched onto the tender patch of skin Charlie had left bared, like an invitation flashing in neon
Charlie whimpered, and Christ, it went straight to Billy’s cock. Somehow Billy managed to get them across the room and on the bed before his legs gave out. He shoved Charlie’s t-shirt up to get his hand on the warm skin beneath it. The muscles in Charlie’s belly twitched as Billy slid his fingers over them, and then he found a nipple, and Charlie made the most delicious sound when Billy stroked it.
Billy found Charlie’s lips again and kissed him as he played with Charlie’s nipples, enjoying each little moan of pleasure, and the way it disrupted the rhythm of Charlie’s hips. Billy pushed Charlie’s t-shirt up and forced him to release his hold on Billy’s neck so he could get it over his head, and then Billy lowered his head to Charlie’s nipples, licking them and sucking them, and then, because Charlie was so damned responsive, using his teeth on them.
Charlie squealed and squirmed against Billy, and Billy thought it was all over, but somehow Charlie managed to not come in his shorts. Which made Billy decide it was high time to get Charlie out of them.
It took twice as long with Charlie helping, but Billy finally wrestled him out of the rest of his clothes and had him splayed out on the bed, naked. Charlie’s eyes were dark and his mouth open as he breathed heavily, his skin was flushed and his cock was hard and purple against his belly, and Billy couldn’t take his eyes off Charlie as he stood and started throwing off his own clothes.
He got the tube of lube and a foil packet out of his duffel and climbed on the bed, situating himself between Charlie’s spread legs. Billy bent down and took Charlie’s cock into his mouth, remembering at the last moment to press one hand on Charlie’s hip to keep him from thrusting up in surprise and choking him.
Charlie ran his fingers through Billy’s hair and made the most beautiful sounds as Billy sucked him. Every touch, every whine and whimper, went straight to Billy’s already hard cock. As he sucked Charlie, Billy thumbed open the lube and squirted some onto his fingers.
He got his fingers between Charlie’s delectable cheeks and rubbed his fingers over Charlie’s hole. Charlie mewled and spread his legs, pulled them up and got his heels on the mattress and worked himself against Billy’s fingers.
Billy moaned around Charlie’s cock and pressed in with one finger. Charlie was so fucking tight it made Billy’s cock ache. He moved his finger in and out, loosening up the tight muscle, and then pushed in until he found the sweet spot hidden deep inside Charlie’s body, and massaged it.
Charlie thrashed beneath him and Billy enjoyed that so much he pulled back so Charlie wouldn’t choke him and worked the spongy little nub until Charlie was nearly sobbing with the pleasure of it, his nails digging into Billy’s skin.
Billy went back down on Charlie and suckled as he replaced one finger with two. He couldn’t get over how tight Charlie was, how responsive to his touch. He worked his fingers in Charlie’s ass until they moved easily, and then he found Charlie’s prostate again.
Charlie keened deep in his throat, and writhed, and shot spurt after spurt of come into Billy’s waiting mouth. Billy suckled and massaged the nub until Charlie grew too sensitive. Billy went back on his knees, licking his lips as he gently withdrew his fingers from Charlie’s ass.
He rolled on the condom and lubed himself up, then guided the head of his cock to Charlie’s ass. He leaned over Charlie, one hand on the mattress beside his head, and said, “Hey, you okay?”
Charlie’s eyes rolled in his head before he could focus them on Billy, and then he gave Billy a slightly drunken smile.
“Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Billy didn’t have much patience left. He knelt back up and grabbed Charlie’s ass, lifted him up, fingers spreading his cheeks, and aimed for Charlie’s hole. He pressed the head of his cock through the tight ring of Charlie’s ass, and then paused, panting from the feel of Charlie so fucking tight around him, from the need to just let go and drive into him.
“You’ve done this before, right?” Billy asked, though he wasn’t sure where the question had come from.
Charlie didn’t answer right way, and when he did it sounded like he was still out of it. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters, Charlie,” Billy said, even though, Christ, it very nearly didn’t matter, if his cock had anything to say about it, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Charlie said, and then he got one leg around Billy’s back and pulled.
It wasn’t the answer Billy’d been looking for, but fuck, it was going to have to be enough, because there was no way Billy was stopping now, especially with Charlie looking at him like that, and opening up for him.
Billy slid in and he knew, he knew, this was the first time for Charlie. Charlie was looking up at him with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and surprise, because he hadn’t known what to expect. Billy leaned forward over Charlie and kissed him, forced himself to remain still and let Charlie adjust.
“Damn it, Charlie,” Billy said as he kissed him, “so fucking gorgeous,” and then Billy had to move. He got his arm beneath the leg not currently wrapped around him and pulled it forward, opening Charlie up even more.
He slid in further, and they both moaned.
“God, Charlie, please, tell me it’s okay,” Billy pleaded.
“Do it,” Charlie begged. “Fuck me, Billy, I want you to.”
That was all Billy needed to hear. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, then again, until he thought Charlie was ready for him to speed up. Billy drove into him faster, and Charlie whimpered and clawed at his back, which only made Billy slam his hips even harder against Charlie.
Billy felt Charlie’s cock rubbing against his belly. He almost couldn’t believe that Charlie was hard again, but then he remembered that he was dealing with a college student. Billy got his hand between them and pulled on Charlie’s cock.
Charlie gasped and grunted and groaned as Billy timed each stroke on his cock to match the thrusts into his ass. He found the little bundle of nerves below the ridge of Charlie’s cock and worked it with his thumb as he hammered over the nub inside him.
Charlie whined and came, warm sticky fluid spilling over Billy’s hand, spattering his chest and belly. The muscles in Charlie’s ass clenched around him and Billy grunted as he forced his cock through the tight tunnel, heat building in his balls and expanding, until Billy groaned, “Fuck, fuck, Charlie, Jesus fuck,” and came hard.
Billy lost track of time as he sprawled limply on Charlie. When he could move, he gently withdrew and disposed of the condom, then rolled to his side and pulled Charlie close. Charlie was still shaking with the aftereffects, and Billy slid his hand soothingly through the slick sweat on his back and mumbled comforting words.
“Do you have to get back?” Billy asked when Charlie’s breathing had evened out and his muscles had stopped quivering.
“I don’t have early classes tomorrow,” Charlie said, as he pushed Billy to his back and climbed on top of him.
Billy saw that Charlie’s cock was recovering nicely. “Already?” he said.
Charlie shrugged, smiled. “What can I say, you make me horny.” He reached down and stroked Billy’s sadly unresponsive dick.
“Sorry, kid,” Billy said, pretty sure he was done for the night.
“That’s okay,” Charlie said, “I bet I could get you hard if I sucked on it.”
How Charlie managed to look so innocent when he said things like that, Billy would never know.
“And then I want to ride you.”
Billy’s cock twitched in his hand and Charlie’s skin went rosy at his own audacity.
“I heard someone talking about it once, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
And now, neither could Billy.
The End