Bi-Curious

Chapter 19

A few weeks pass by without incident. I'm living with Charlie now and it's been nice, despite the fact that he leaves often to go sleep with his sugar daddy. I do my best to ignore it, but there's always a sinking hole in my chest whenever I hear or see him leave, dressed up like a pretty little prostitute.

There's a Halloween party tonight that one of our biochem peers is throwing and I've finally completed my outfit for it.

"What do you think?" I ask Carmen, who I've invited over. Charlie wants me to try and rekindle our friendship and at first, I hated the idea, but now I like having her around without Tony's influence.

She hums skeptically. "Put it on."

I chuckle and throw my clothes off, not caring about nudity in front of her. She's seen everything. I put the outfit on and smirk. Over my shoulders and torso is a puffy white pirate shirt, open down half the chest. Over my legs I'm wearing black pants and a belt holding a sword, and a scarf. On my feet are regular combat boots. I've even got a hat and a golden tooth.

O'Malley smirks back. "You look hot."

"Thanks." I check myself out in a mirror. "Think it'll get me laid?"

O'Malley rolls her eyes. "I'd certainly fuck you."

I shoot her a look and she holds her hands up defensively. "Just telling you the truth."

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can trust the word of a slut." I say, acting conflicted.

O'Malley punches me but she's smiling. "Oh, shut up, Dechart."

"I can never be silenced." I counter, pulling my shirt back off.

"I know one way to silence you." O'Malley smirks.

I chuckle. "Yeah? And what's that?"

She grabs my chin and presses her lips against mine and I freeze. She feels so familiar and her chapstick still tastes the same. "Carmen—"

"Shh," she coos and moves her lips against mine. My hands fall to her hips and I allow myself to float into the land of nostalgia, my mind replaying every night we'd ever spent together.

It's only when Carmen starts feeling up my chest when I pull back. "I'm sorry," I push her hands away. "I can't."

Carmen frowns. "Why not?"

Because you're not Charlie.

"I told you I didn't want to get back together." I sigh and put the shirt back on. "I meant it."

"It's just sex, Ethan—"

"No. I said no."

Carmen nods and apologizes before making up an excuse to leave. I walk her out to her car before getting into mine and driving to the party. Once I get there I text Charlie.

hey, you at the party yet?

Not yet. I'm telling Momo goodbye.

ok well tell me when you get here

I head inside and make my way straight to the drinks. I pour myself one and find a seat. Everyone's dressed up in their Halloween costumes and they look great. The house is packed, but most of the people are out by the pool, so it's not as bad as it could be. I just hope we don't run into those girls who harassed Charlie again.

Ethan, I'm at the front door. I took a cab here because I didn't know if you'd be drinking and forget about the fact that you drove.

i am heavily drinking

Good thing I'm going to stay sober then. Come get me, asshole.

I chuckle and head to the door, finding Charlie waiting on the porch wearing a cowboy outfit with chaps, my hat, a kerchief, boots with spurs, and everything. "Howdy."

"Fuck," I look him over, studying every inch of him while my mouth waters. "You look damn good."

"Thanks. You too." Charlie puts a gun in my face and pulls the trigger, a loud sound accompanied by a flag reading bang popping out of the barrel. He giggles and comes inside.

I chuckle as well and follow him. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'll just hang around you and watch you make a fool of yourself." Charlie sticks a toothpick in his mouth, scratching his scruffy, but well managed face. "I feel like a dom and it's weird."

"I'm gettin' that vibe too." I smirk and bump him. "I like it."

"Thanks. My masculinity levels are like off the charts." Charlie laughs.

"It's hot. Plus, those chaps really bring out your ass." I slap his ass and chuckle, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway.

Charlie grins. "What are you gonna doooo?"

"Right now we're gonna play Just Dance." I lead him into a room where they've got the game going.

"We?" He quirks an eyebrow. "If you want to dance for real, then hit me up." His hazel eyes scan the room and he grabs my arm. "You better win."

"I used to play this with my siblings all the time. I got this shit." I wink.

"Ooh. Calm down, Ethan, you might just make me pregnant." He puts his hand to his forehead melodramatically.

"Maybe that's my goal." I chuckle and the game ends. I ask to join the next one and they let me, so I take to the floor and dance my heart out.

I return to Charlie, sweaty and with a victory.

"You've brought me honor. Good job." He knights me with his hand.

"Thanks." I giggle and kiss him. "Your turn."

He rolls his eyes and pokes my nose before joining a game and dominating. Charlie walks out with a perfect score and comes back and leans against me. "You do know we have that exact same game at home right?"

"I did not know." I tell him, rubbing his arm. "You did amazing. A pleasure to watch. I swear, everything you do is sexy."

"Even when I was sick?"

"Absolutely, you have no idea how much I wanted to fuck that mucus filled hole of yours."

Charlie blushes. "That's so fucking gross."

I chuckle and pull him into my lap. "Yeah."

He leans against me. "You're so public." He plays with my right hand.

"I can stop if you want me to." I say worriedly.

"I just don't like you receiving death threats." He kisses my hand. "I love being held, so it's not necessarily a problem."

"Tony can't hurt us anymore." I reassure him.

"Tony's not the only person like that, Ethan."

"I can take care of myself." I squeeze his hand. "I don't care what other people think. This makes me happy."

"Making you happy is one of my goals in life." Charlie hums, closing his eyes. "Anything else you wanna do? Want me to get you another drink?"

"Yes, please."

Charlie gets up and returns with two beers and hands them to me before settling in my lap again, humming along to the music.

I chug one of the beers and hold him. "Have you seen the pool?"

"Yeah. Have you seen that it's late October and it's now fall?"

"We're going to the pool." I decide and pick Charlie up bridal style and carry him outside. "We don't have to get in." I set him down by a chair and walk over to sit at the edge of the water. I roll my pants up and dip my feet in.

Charlie sits beside me and leans on my shoulder. "Pirates are meant for the water."

"Arg! Exactly! I'm in me element!" I say with a shitty pirate accent.

"You know, I never learned how to swim or ride a bike as a kid," Charlie says.

"That's sad, I'll have to teach you." I decide, still nursing my second beer.

Charlie grins. "Thanks."

"You're very handsome under the moonlight." I compliment him.

"So are you." He kisses me. "Thank you. Did you have fun with Carmen?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Not like that."

"Boo. I thought my favorite bi-boy was getting the good puss." Charlie does the universal sign for sex with his hands.

"Gross, Charlie. We broke up for a reason."

"Yeah and having pussy fluids all over our fuck room would be like blasphemy." Charlie looks at his nails. "Only our orgasm juice is allowed."

I smile. "Agreed."

"Glad you're becoming better friends now. It's nice to see. Maybe I'll become friends with Scout or something." Charlie smiles.

"I'm pretty sure Scout already considers you a friend." I pat his thigh.

His smile widens. "Yay." He places a hand over mine. "So she assigned us cards. You're the Ace of Spades and I'm the King of Hearts. What is her card? I think she's the Joker."

"She is." I giggle.

"Ooh. Point to team Charlie." He hums.

"Here's your reward." I smirk and kiss him.

He kisses me back and pushes me into the pool, laughing hysterically. "I just got you wet."

I surface and spit water at him. "If you could swim, you'd be dragged in here by your leg, King!"

Charlie continues to laugh. "Do a fancy swim move for me."

"I don't know any!" I laugh and tread water.

"You can't do that on your back thing?"

"Nope, I just know the basics."

"Ah. At least you didn't drown." Charlie crosses his legs and takes a picture of me with his phone.

I chuckle and swim up to him, pulling myself up between his legs. "Yeah, you're damn lucky."

He leans over and kisses me. "Indeed."

I kiss him back and brush my hair back. "I guess my ship went down."

"Or there was a storm and you didn't properly fasten yourself to the boat." Charlie giggles.

"Sounds like something I would do." I admit.

"Yeah. Good thing you're actually a cowboy and I'm the captain." Charlie smirks.

"Oooo, a captain?"

"Mhmm. Charlie King, the captain who can't swim."

"You'll learn to swim soon." I promise. "So, captain, you wanna get outta here?"

"Yeah." He pulls me up. "Wouldn't want the kraken to get you. Let's get you some dry clothes at home."

I haul myself out of the pool and yank Charlie into a bear hug, laughing.

"Asshole. Now I'm cold." Charlie scowls, beginning to shed his shirt as he dangles the keys I didn't know I was missing.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you." I wink suggestively.

"What if I want to warm you up?" Charlie asks, stepping into the car to start it and unlock my door.

I shrug. "That works."

He puffs his cheeks out and revs the engine. "Buckle up. I want to go home and take my pants off. They're clinging to my dick very uncomfortably."

"I could blow you while you drive."

Charlie's eyes widen. "What if someone hits us? Will you be wearing a seatbelt?"

"No, and no one will hit us." I wave him off.

"What if they do? Some old person who can't see but still has a license?" Charlie asks. "I'd be so sad if you got hurt. What if we come to a sudden stop and I hit you too hard with my dick and you puke all over me or choke by dick?"

I consider it. "Yeah... maybe this ain't such a good idea."

"I appreciate the sentiment. I'll imagine it as we drive." Charlie laughs, pulling into reverse.

"Okay." I smirk.

When we finally get to the complex, Charlie shifts into park in my designated spot and laughs. "Good thing we didn't do that. That driver had to have been drunk."

"Yeah." I hop out of the car. "Let's gooooo, Charlie."

He follows, allowing me to unlock the door once we've reached our flat. "You're excited."

"Yeah," I pull him into my room and sit on the bed, pulling him into my lap. "Charlie, I want you to fuck me."

Charlie bites his lip, playing with it as he looks at me. "I can top you?"

"Yes, if you want to." I smile.

Charlie straddles me. "Have you fingered yourself before?"

"No, I've never done anything like this."

Charlie's hands slip under my shirt and explore before he removes the wet fabric. He brings his mouth to my neck and kisses me slowly, whispering. "I'll make sure to be careful with you then, Ethan."

I moan and nod, holding his hips. "Have you ever topped before?"

"Never sober. I did it once or twice when I was sixteen," he says, sucking on my neck.

I run my hands over his shirt. "I don't want to take your outfit off." I chuckle. "You look so sexyyyy."

"I'll try and keep it on then." Charlie smirks against my neck before moving to my nipple, making direct eye contact with me, the hazel color of his eyes glowing in contrast to the shadow his hair is casting over them at the moment. He's holding the hat to the side right now, most likely planning to use it later.

I smirk, watching him and moving my hands into his pants.

"Patience there, partner," Charlie says, his natural, light southern accent fitting his character perfectly. He moves back and strips me of all of my other clothing, placing my hat on my head and slowly stroking me to hardness. "I'll take real good care of ya, just you wait."

"Fuuuuuck—" my grip tightens.

Charlie keeps working on my cock, grabbing a bottle of lube and pouring some on one of his hands. "I'm gonna start ya off small and if ya still want it, you can have it all, Ethan." Charlie's finger traces my entrance. "I'm gonna teach ya what fingering's like, ya hear?"

"Come on, Charlie, you don't have to be this gentle." I coax.

"Don't regret it then." Charlie takes his dick out of his pants and lubes it up before slowing pushing the tip in. "Fuck— Yer tight as all livin' hell."

"Oh my god," I breathe, moving my hands to grip the sheets. "This is weird."

"Bad weird or...?" Charlie asks, still with just the tip in.

"Good weird, keep going."

He nods, pushing halfway in before allowing me to adjust. His hand teases my cock while the other ghosts over the rest of my body, causing stimulus.

"Shit," I throw my head back. "You feel so big."

Charlie smirks seductively, winking at me before pushing the rest of the way, waiting a bit before rocking his hips slowly, his hand migrating to my balls as he fills my insides.

"Fuck, Charlie, fuck me." I moan.

Charlie complies, gripping my hips and pounding into me, occasionally changing the trajectory until he hits a spot that feels different.

"Fuck!" I scream. "Do that again!"

"My pleasure." He smirks before hitting the spot harder this time, continuing at a perfect pace as moans fall from his lips, my hat shaking on my head from the force of his thrusts.

"God, fuck, that feels so good." I arch my back and scratch at his. "Harder. Pound my ass, cowboy."

"Fuck, Ethan—" Charlie moans as he fulfills my wishes, pounding into me as hard as I can take it while bringing his lips to mine, trying to take me all in. "You feel so fuckin' good."

"I-I need to come—" I warn him and continue the kissing.

"Then come. Fuuck, where should I—?"

"Fuck it, inside."

Charlie moans, continuing until I reach my climax and then his shortly after, the blond pulling out and flopping beside me as he pants loudly, trying to regulate his breathing with a tired grin.

I smile as well and lace our hands together. "That was incredible."

"Yeah. It really was." He squeezes my hand.

"Wanna get out of those wet clothes now?" I chuckle and grab the hem of his shirt that he put on before entering the building.

"Yes." He groans. "You do it."

I smile and peel his clothes off of him until he's naked. I kiss his stomach and cuddle up next to him.

"Thank you." Charlie sighs contently.

"You're welcome."

Charlie wraps his arms around me. "You're a cute bottom."

I scoff to hide my blush. "I can still top the fuck outta you."

"You're right. You can." Charlie hugs me tighter. "You can do everything."

"Apparently you can too." I wink.

He chuckles, kissing my neck. "Goodnight, Ethan."

"Goodnight, Charlie."