After the conversation with Carmen, I head straight home to cool off while Charlie goes to his classes. I pull a box out of the closet and sit down on my bed. I grab myself a beer and start looking through the box which is filled with pictures of me and my crew, pictures of me and Carmen when we were together, old love notes, a mix tape she made me, and her corsage from prom which I'd had pressed.

All these memories are bittersweet now. I consider scratching Tony's face out of all the pictures, but I don't have the energy for it.

I pull out my phone and text him.

come on man, we're family. don't ruin that over who I choose to befriend.

It's another minute before he replies.

you're dead, faggot.

I throw my phone down and put the box away. I need something nice to do, something that'll calm me down.

I grab my laptop and pull up a porn site. I've been using it every chance I get to learn how I can better please Charlie. I've already researched blow jobs and anal, so now it's time to learn about rimming.

I pull up a video and grab a pudding cup from the kitchen to practice with. I've been told I'm amazing at giving head to people with vulvas, so it shouldn't be too hard.

I copy the pornstar's movements with my tongue, eating out the pudding cup. I practice for hours until it's time to pick Charlie up from campus. I throw my trash on the floor, shut my laptop, and take a shower before getting dressed in a new outfit. A black tank top, black jeans, and the cowboy hat Charlie gave me.

I get in the car and drive to campus and wait.

in the parking lot for whenever you're ready.

There's a knock on my window and I look up to see Charlie grinning at me.

I unlock the car and reach over to open the door. "Howdy, partner."

"Howdy." He giggles. "You feelin' better there, Cowboy?" He asks, maintaining his accent.

"Hell yeah. Now get your ass in here. Where do you wanna go?"

"Aaaaah. Power." Charlie contemplates. "I don't know. The bookstore? No, that'd bore you. I don't know. Just take me somewhere and I'll be content."

"It won't bore me if I'm with you." I smile. "Today could be a you day and we do all the shit that you like."

"All of the stuff I like... Hmm..." Charlie thinks.

"Anything you want." I rev the engine.

"But I'm so boring. I just read, watch TV, write, cook, bake, and masturbate. Sometimes I go to the animal shelter and play with the dogs and donate some money. That's all."

"That's not boring at all!" I argue. "I love being around you, no matter what we're doing, so just tell me what you feel like doing and I'll accompany you."

"We could just go home and cuddle. I don't want to go somewhere that costs money."

"Sounds good to me." I smile and start out towards his apartment complex. I have the route memorized at this point.

Charlie lets me in as usual, but goes to the bar to grab a double chocolate chip-marshmallow cookie out of the cookie jar. He plops down on the sofa and opens his arms out. "My body is ready."

I chuckle and plop down in his lap, snagging a bite of his cookie.

He rolls his eyes and surprisingly picks me up, grabbing another cookie and stuffing it in my mouth before sitting back down on the couch.

"Phanks." I mumble around the cookie and take a bite.

"You're welcome. Also, your eyes almost popped out of your head when I picked you up." Charlie pouts.

"I didn't expect you to." I chuckle. "You're pretty strong." I feel his upper arms.

"Thanks." He rolls his eyes.

I curl up against him and close my eyes contently. "Guess what."

"What?"

"I learned how to eat ass." I smirk, looking up at him.

"Oooooh." His eyes sparkle.

"Yeah," I scoot up and kiss him. "I can't wait to taste you."

He bites my lip and pulls back a bit.

I pull away and settle against him again. "You know, I've never been held. It's really nice."

Charlie wraps his arms around me and buries his face into me. "I like holding you, so it's a win-win."

"Why were you so nice to Carmen after what she did?" I ask, playing with his hands.

"Why not?"

"Cause she was rude to you." I stare at his fingerprints. "Were you even mad about it?"

"Not really. Hearing things like that is basically like breathing at the point. Plus, you threatened to 'beat my ass' the first day I saw you." Charlie scoffs.

"That wasn't 'cause you were gay, that was 'cause you were snarky." I scoff.

"Still rude."

"I apologize then, though you seemed to like the idea at the time." I chuckle.

"My defense for straight guys is to act more gay and they'll eventually get scared that I'll give them the gay and they back off."

"I didn't."

"Because you're not straight, sweetheart."

I hum. "Yeah. Feels weird, but good. I would like to beat your ass sometime though, if you're into that. Not bad, I'm no sadist, but just a little."

"Yeah, you can do whatever makes you happy, Superstar."

I look up at him. "I want you to be happy too. I'm not hiring you, I only want to do things that turn us both on." I rub his chest.

"Sounds new. I'm down."

"Okay." I kiss him.

He grins and kisses me back. "Want to do anything."

"Anything you want."

"The power of decisions."

I flip over so we're facing each other and brush his hair out of his eye. "It's such a hard decision. To be lazy or to fuck you."

"Fuck me."

I kiss him immediately after the words exit his mouth while my hands move to his chest. "It's a little too hot in here, don't you think?" I ask before pulling both our shirts off and returning to his lips.

He wraps his legs around me and grinds against me, kissing me hard.

I pull him up and carry him to the guest bedroom, laying us down on the bed while my tongue explores his mouth. I bite his lip before pulling back and unbuttoning his pants.

"What do you plan on doing with me?" Charlie asks lowly, biting his lip.

"I think you know." I smirk and pull his pants and briefs off. "Turn over."

"I-I can't. You said you wanted me to bathe first." He blushes.

I pause, flushing with embarrassment. "Right. Sorry," I get up and pull my pants and underwear off. "I'll come with you, unless you'd rather be alone."

"This is so embarrassing," Charlie mumbles, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." I kiss his hand. "It's natural. But if you really don't want to clean... I can do it anyways."

"I want you comfortable. I just ruined the moment. That's all." Charlie's face gets even redder.

I pull him back to me and kiss him. "I don't consider anything ruined."

"Yeah, but you're a sweetie." Charlie laughs and kisses me back, his hands trailing, exploring.

"You're sweeter." I whisper and turn on the water. "You choose a temp."

He turns it on and puffs his cheeks out. "I've never cleaned myself with people watching..."

"I can leave if you want me to." I rub his arm soothingly.

"It's fine. Just don't look at me weird." He starts working.

"Okay," I look away but stay close.

He continues for a while before a moan falls out of his mouth and he slaps a hand over his mouth.

I look up at his face, blushing.

"Don't judge me. I basically have to finger myself so that I get myself clean for you." He waves a finger at me.

I smirk. "No judgement here." I kiss whatever skin is closest to me. "I love hearing your pretty little moans."

"You're such a flirt." Charlie finishes.

"I have to keep you interested somehow." I offer him my hand.

He grabs it. "I'm done."

"Shall we continue then?" I ask, helping him out of the bath.

"Yeah. Get me in the mood and fuck me hard, Cowboy."

I smirk and pull him back into the bedroom and push him up against the wall. "You like it when I call you 'slut', right?" I ask while grinding our cocks together.

"Fuck, yes, I do—" he moans, pulling at my hair.

"Good," I look him in the eye. "Cause that's exactly what you are." My lips attack his neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling while my hand moves to his cock.

He keeps moaning, scratching at my back and throwing his head back. "I'm a slut, fuck."

I grin darkly and grab his hips, turning us around and pushing him against the bed. "Bend over, whore, and show me that pretty little ass of yours."

He does as told, moving his hips teasingly. I kneel and knead his asscheeks, kissing down his spine. "Good boy."

I reach his crack and pause, spreading his cheeks apart so I can get a good look at his hole. I press forward and slide my tongue down the crack until I reach his entrance and I lick it over, swirling my tongue around the rim.

"Ethan~"

I grip his hips tightly and slip my tongue inside the hole, licking around the walls before pressing in further. I thrust the muscle in and out for a bit before curving it to explore his walls. It doesn't taste good, but it doesn't taste bad either. It certainly doesn't taste like a pussy, but it tastes like Charlie and because of that, I love it.

Charlie thrusts back against my tongue, moaning and calling my name out.

I'm getting hard just listening to him and I pull back to take a breath before plunging back in with my eyes closed. I lick all around the hole and thrust my tongue inside, tongue fucking him roughly.

"E-Ethan, I want your cock." Charlie's voice comes out breathy, his body shaking due to the pleasure.

I pull back and spit, rubbing the fluid in with my fingers before standing up and grabbing the lube to coat my cock. I line myself up with his entrance and grip the back of his neck. "Beg for it."

"Ethan, please. Fuck me, I need it. Please."

I smirk and push in slowly, pressing his head down against the mattress with my hand. I let out a groan of pleasure and revel in the feeling before starting to thrust in and out, picking up the pace a lot quicker than last time. "You take me in so good, baby, let me fuck you raw."

"Fuck. Please do." He moans.

I grip his hip with my free hand and pound into him, my breath coming out in short huffs. It feels so good to be inside him and I don't ever want it to end. I keep my pace brutal so Charlie barely has a chance to breathe before I'm inside him again. I pull him up and press his back against my chest, the new position allowing me to go even deeper. I hold him by his throat and moan as I fuck him.

"E-than," he moans out, his voice coming out choked. "There—"

I adjust so I'll hit the spot every time and continue my pace, my hand reaching down to stroke his neglected cock.

He moans loudly and curses. "Ethan, you're doing so good."

"Thanks," I feel myself getting close and tease his tip.

"S-Soon." Charlie warns and grabs my head from behind him, moaning loudly.

I turn his head and kiss him deeply, fucking hard into him before coming, coating his insides with my seed. I moan lowly into the kiss and suck on his tongue.

Charlie's grip on me tightens as he climaxes and he pulls my hair.

I moan and milk his cock before releasing him and pulling out. "Fuck."

Charlie fixes his hair to the best of his ability and watches as my semen leaks out of him. "Messy."

"Want me to clean you out?" I raise an eyebrow suggestively.

"Sure." He smiles, his curly hair bouncing.

I turn him around and help him back into the bed, on his back this time, and I sit between his legs. I've never really tasted my own semen, only traces of it on girls mouths, and Charlie's mouth, but it can't be too bad if other people swallow it.

I lick the dripping liquid up and stick my tongue into his entrance, gathering what I can and pulling out to swallow it. I continue this until he's clean and I give his rim one last lick before sitting up.

Charlie looks at me, hazel eyes glazed over as he motions me over with a finger. "Come here. I want to hold you."

I smile and climb into bed, pulling the covers over us both. I look him in the eyes, feeling the most content I've ever felt.

I love you.

Charlie moves some of my hair behind my ear and holds me, kissing the top of my head. "You're my number one now."

My heart swells and I kiss him, cuddling up as close as I can. "I'm glad."

He grins. "Yeah, me too. You're pretty amazing, Ethan."

"You're amazing too." I compliment. "You're perfect."

"Thank you," he says softly, playing with my hair soothingly.

I close my eyes and relax, feeling safe and happy in his arms.