I wake up early with Charlie naked in my arms. Today's his birthday and I'm so excited to spend it with him. I don't have any plans since he said he'd prefer to stay back at home today, but I have a list of suggestions in case he changes his mind. I slide out of bed quietly and go to make him pancakes.

I make a breakfast in bed, pancakes, hash browns, and bacon. The hash browns are slightly burnt, but still edible. I season everything up and set up a tray and bring it into his room. I set it on the nightstand and crawl in bed next to him again and wait for him to wake up.

Charlie's hazel eyes open and he sits up, the blankets falling off of him and pooling around his waist. "Mmm. G'mornin', Superstar."

"Good morning, cupcake." I greet him, smiling. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you. I'm nineteen now, what Xander claims to be a 'big deal' because it's my 'last year as a teenager.'" He chuckles. "I smell food."

"That would be because I made you breakfast in bed." I sit up and grab the tray.

"Aaaw, you didn't have to." Charlie grins and cups my face before kissing me.

"I wanted to." I smile and place it in his lap.

He begins to eat. "Mmm." He feeds me some with a grin before drinking some of his coffee.

"Thank you." I smile. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, Ethan." He kisses my neck. "Of course I do."

I beam "Yay!" I grab a pancake and eat it. "So, I know you said you didn't wanna go out today, so we can lounge around and cuddle and fuck all day if you want, but if you decide you do want to go out, I'm down for that too."

"Staying home to cuddle and fuck sounds heavenly. You don't need to go out of your way for me." Charlie smiles.

"Nothing's out of my way." I promise.

He just shakes his head. "All I need is your company, but... if you want to do something... you could draw me."

"Like one of my French girls?" I wiggle my eyebrows. "I'd love to. How do you want to be drawn?"

"I don't know. Realistically."

"Okay." I move the tray away and lean over to grab the drawing kit Charlie got me. I curl up next to him and kiss him, pulling out a piece of paper and pencil.

Charlie puts his finished tray on the bedside table and looks at me, his head cocked slightly. "How should I pose?"

"Don't." I tap the eraser against my lips and study him. "You're at your most beautiful when you're being natural."

"Okay." He does just that and begins writing.

I watch him for a few more minutes before beginning to draw. We sit like that for about an hour, both quietly working on our art until it's finished.

I've drawn Charlie just as he is, writing shirtless, the blankets covering his lower half. I paid extra attention to the detail of his face, making sure to get how the way it crinkles in concentration, his morning stubble, his curly hair. He looks beautiful to me and I tap his shoulder. "I'm finished."

Charlie looks at it and smiles softly. "I love it. It looks like me."

"I'm glad you like it." I tilt his head towards mine and kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses back, bringing us as close as possible so that I'm lying on top of him.

I deepen the kiss, resting my hands on his hips. "You have morning breath." I chuckle.

Charlie the Tomato runs away and locks himself in the bathroom.

"No!" I call out. "I don't mind! I have it too, please come back!" I get out of the bed and stand outside the door.

"I'm so embarrassed. This is why I don't kiss you in the mornings, asshole."

"Come out." I chuckle and wiggle the door handle.

"No. I'm gonna spend the day in here."

I sigh and go to my room, grabbing my lock pick kit before returning. "I can break in, you know."

"No. I deserve privacy. It's my birthday, cockslut."

"Mm. Name calling. You know, I would love to be a slut for your cock, but you won't let me in. You don't have to be embarrassed with me, Charlie, I really care about you. I love the taste of your mouth, no matter what its condition is." I explain. "Please, baby, let me make it up to you."

A grumpy Charlie opens the door with a toothbrush in his mouth and rosy cheeks.

I smile and hug him, kissing his neck. "It's okay, you're beautiful."

He spits in the sink. "Brush your teeth."

"Anything for you." I move back and grab his toothbrush, putting more toothpaste on it.

Charlie scoffs and holds up my toothbrush. "You have your own."

I shrug. "I like yours."

"Because it's electric?"

"Yep!" I rinse and spit.

Charlie sighs and pokes my penis before walking out of the bathroom and plopping down on the couch.

I follow him, unashamed of my nakedness, and sit down next to him. I run my hand over his chest. "Your body is gorgeous."

He blushes. "Yeah, well, so is yours."

I climb on his lap, straddling him and just hold him, pressing our skin together. Charlie breathes me in and relaxes against me, just staying with me.

I breathe next to his ear. "Let me suck your cock, Charlie."

"I— Okay, yeah." He shivers.

I slide down onto my knees and spread his legs, kissing his thighs. "I want to give you more pleasure than you've ever experienced." I rub his thighs. "I have some ideas for later tonight. We can discuss them whenever you're ready. I bought some outfits too." I begin stroking him slowly.

"Outfits?" Charlie bites his lip. "For who?"

"Both of us. I thought maybe we could do a little roleplaying." I smirk and squeeze his length.

"Mm, sounds fun." He closes his eyes momentarily before making eye contact with me.

I smile and take the head of his cock into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and beginning to bob up and down, taking more in with each bob of my head.

Charlie tangles his hands in my hair. "You've been practicing."

I pop off. "I have. I bought a dildo." I blush and returns to my task, my tongue circling around his length.

Charlie blushes. "Maybe we can use it later too."

I flush down to my neck and nod. "Anything you want, baby."

I take half his length in and push further, calming my gag reflex. It's taken a lot of practice and a few times where I actually puked, but I've finally been able to train myself, so I think I can deepthroat him. I've seen it on a lot of porn and I've experienced it myself only a few times so I know it feels really damn good. All I want is to give that experience to Charlie, so I push further and suck hard, drool pooling around my lips. I lick it up and continue, bobbing my head faster.

Charlie moans. "Fuck, Ethan—"

I allow his moan to motivate me and I deepthroat him, moaning as I do. I love the feel of his hard cock filling me up, resting so nicely on my tongue. My jaw is starting to ache, but I pull back and do it again.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good— So good." Charlie moans and pulls my hair.

I groan and flutter my eyelashes, making eye contact with him as I take him to the back of my throat again and again. I taste his pre-cum on my tongue and scrape my teeth against his length, sucking while he practically suffocates me.

"E-Ethan, I'm close..." He shuts his eyes tightly.

I continue my rough pace and move my hand up to fondle his balls while I pleasure him.

"Ethan, let me pull out—" Charlie's eyes widen as he moans, looking to me before biting his lip.

I do as he says but stroke him, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out, a sign for him to come in my mouth and on my face.

Charlie does just that, his eyes clenching closed as his back arches off the couch and he finishes all over my mouth and face, leaving him panting. "Fuck, you're so hot—"

I smirk and climb back onto his lap, breathing heavily. "You made quite the mess of me." I chuckle darkly, licking up what my tongue can reach. "Clean me up."

He doesn't even hesitate, his tongue licking it all up before he kisses me.

I return his kiss and relax against him, my hard cock sitting against his lower stomach.

Charlie grips me and strokes me slowly. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Ah, fuck." I groan and nod. "Yes, please."

Charlie leaves the couch and trails his tongue around my length before dropping to my balls and sucking on them, stroking me in slow, deliberate movements as his mouth explores.

"Who's the cockslut now?" I tease, threading my fingers through his hair.

Charlie's eyes darken with lust, his pupils dilating slightly. "I've always been a cockslut, Ethan. I'll always be your dirty little slut."

I moan and tighten my grip on his hair. "That's right, pretty boy. Suck me off with that pretty little mouth of yours."

"No need to be in such a rush, Ethan." He moves up and kisses my neck, his hand still moving teasingly before he whispers in my ear. "I'm all yours."

I squeeze my eyes shut, loving his attention and loving that it's true. He is all mine now and I couldn't be happier. He made the impossible choice, he chose me, and I'll forever be grateful for that. I can't imagine my life without him anymore.

Charlie sucks on my neck until he leaves a hickey, kissing the spot before finally moving down to put his lips to my cock, a finger slipping into my entrance.

I jerk and moan, surprised. My breathing picks up. "Wha-What are you doing?"

"Just blowing you, Superstar. Can I not finger you too?" He asks innocently, his face resting against my cock.

I look down at him and lick my lips. "You can."

He smiles, kissing the tip before starting again. His mouth focuses on the head, pulling moans out of me as his finger curls inside me and he adds a second, scissoring me open as he takes a fourth of my cock in, his head bobbing in time with his fingers.

Charlie teases my prostate and I curse, moaning loudly and begging him to continue and he does. Taking my noises and pleas as motivation, Charlie deepthroats me and sucks with vigor, his fingers slamming into my prostate mercilessly.

"Charlie," I moan, thrusting my ass towards him. "That feels so good, baby, don't stop. Fuuuck." I drop my head against the couch. "I-I'm gonna come..."

The blond brings me to my finish and swallows, thrusting his fingers a while longer to milk out my orgasm before he grins crookedly at me. "Did I do a good job, Ethan? Am I a good enough slut?"

I swallow and pet his head lovingly. "Yes, pet, you did a good job." I praise him and pull him back up into my lap to kiss him.

He scrunches up his nose. "We went over the pet thing. Think about the Momo, our child."

"Sorry," I kiss his head. "I forgot."

The now nineteen year-old (or at least I think his birth time has passed) laughs and kisses my neck. "You're bored, aren't you? We can do something... depending on what you have in mind."

"I've never bored with you." I smile. "I'm content to just hold you and daydream all day."

"Daydream about what?"

"You."

"I want to go out for ice cream. How about we shower and I'll take you on a date?"

"Sounds like a plan." I smile brightly and stand up while Charlie wraps his legs around my waist. I carry him into his shower and set him down. "Together or separately?"

"Together. Wash me, my birthday slave!"

I chuckle and kiss his neck before turning on the shower. "If a birthday slave is what you want, then a birthday slave you shall get."

He closes his eyes and leans against the shower wall, the water hitting his body and flowing off of it, certain streams following the curves and dips of his body.

I smile softly and rub shampoo into his hair. It feels very intimate, being in here together and washing him. I really like it, it feels like something lovers would do.

I rinse his hair and add conditioner before beginning to slowly wash his body. I take my time, running my hands along every part of him. He's beautiful and I feel privileged to be able to see him like this, so relaxed and safe.

"I could become addicted to you." I whisper, mostly to myself.

"You could?" Charlie asks, opening his eyes to look at me.

"I'm starting to." I caress his cheek.

He kisses me. "Thank you for always being here for me."

"You're welcome." I smile softly. "Thank you for being here for me too."

Charlie chuckles. "You're welcome. I can't wait to get sundaes."

"Mmm, me too. I'm broke though, so..."

"I know you are."

I turn Charlie so I can rinse off his back. "Grand spankin' new." I slap his ass and chuckle once he's clean.

"Ouch."

My eyes widen slightly. "I'm sorry, did it hurt? I won't do it again and you can spank me back."

"I'm fine. You said you wanted to spank me."

"I don't want to hurt hurt you." I hug him.

"But you didn't." He laughs. "C'mon, let's get dressed and get this done. I'm gonna eat my weight in ice cream."

I smile and release him. "I look forward to that. You go, I still have to wash."

"Okay. I'll try and look good for ya then."

"Look good for you." I correct and quickly wash myself before making my way to my room to get dressed.

I pull on some black, ripped, skinny jeans that I know accentuate my ass, along with a black shirt with the design of a skeleton hand flipping everyone off on it. I pull my leather jacket on over that along with my trademark cowboy boots and the hat Charlie gave me. I head back to his room and knock on the wall.

"You ready yet?"

Charlie opens the door, wearing a black graphic tee, a purple flannel, dark gray jeans, and some purple high tops. He adjusts his signature winter beanie on his head and wraps a black scarf around his neck, wiggling his hands at me, showing me he has the fingerless gloves with the mitten attachments on. "I'm ready, Freddy."

"How do you always look so damn good?" I shake my head and take his hand.

"So do you, but you do dress the same every day." Charlie laughs, pulling me to the parking lot and to my assigned parking space that's next to Charlie's.

"It's my style!" I defend. "Why? You wanna give me a makeover, hot shot?"

"Maybe just do your eyebrows." Charlie hums.

I pout, touching them. "What's wrong with my eyebrows?"

He leans over me and smooths them out and then plucks a few stray hairs with his fingertips. "I just gotta make sure they don't become as wild as your pubes and turn from eyebrows to eyebrow." Charlie dies laughing. "No shaping needed though. They're actually really nice under my control."

I gape, offended. "Never once in my life has it grown into a unibrow! And leave my pubes out of this!"

"You asked for a makeover!" Charlie exclaims. "I couldn't come up with anything else because you're too damn perfect."

"Aw, thanks." I nuzzle against him and we reach my car. I open his door for him before getting in the driver's seat. "Got a specific shop in mind?"

"The one with the huge sundaes!" Charlie spreads his hands far apart.

I chuckle, knowing exactly what he's talking about and drive off.

"So how are you going to woo me today?" Charlie asks.

"I'm just going with my gut, baby." I smirk and pull into the parking lot for the ice cream shop.

Charlie rushes us in and taps his finger to his chin, thinking. "I'll have the giant fudge-spectacular with extra whipped cream, please."

"Sure thing." The girl smiles, checking him out. "What's the occasion? It is pretty cold outside."

"It's my birthday." Charlie grins and bounces excitedly.

She leans over the counter and rests her chin on her first. "Well, I'd like to wish you a very happy birthday then."

"Thank you."

I wrap my arm around his waist. "I'll have a medium fudge sundae with chocolate ice cream."

The cashier quirks an eyebrow. "Sure thing."

Charlie giggles. "He's jealous even though it's him who's the bi one. Maybe you should try on him."

She just chuckles. "I highly doubt he'd go for me when he has you, birthday boy. I'll deliver your order once it's finished." She accepts his money. "Have a nice day."

"Thank you." Charlie waves.

I hug him closer. "You know I'm only interested in you, right?"

"Yup. I was just sayin'." He picks out a booth and stands in front of it, unable to sit down.

"You wanna do some cartwheels?" I tease, ruffling his hair.

"No. I wanna sit on my asssss."

"I'd much rather you sit on my face." I smirk.

Charlie blushes. "Oh, shut up. We're in public."

I chuckle and brush his hair out of his eyes. "So we are. Don't worry, I'll try not to embarrass you too much."

Charlie has us sit down, my arms still wrapped around him. "You're so coddle-y. What happens when I need to wipe my ass?" His smirk shows me he's not really bothered by it at the moment.

"Then I'll wipe your ass." I tickle him.

"Eeeew."

"I have no fear." I chuckle.

"You made me wash up the first time, y'know." He makes a circle with his hands and sticks his tongue in it.

I blush. "I didn't actually make you, I said I'd do it anyway and I meant it."

"I know. I didn't wash up the second time~"

I smirk and kiss him. "I know."

"Dirty boy."

"Only for you." I whisper.

"Mmm. I feel special."

"You are special." I cuddle him.

The girl from before sets our orders in front of us, a candle sticking out of Charlie's. The blond smiles and thanks her before looking at the unlit candle, reaching his hand into my pocket and grabbing my lighter before he gives the candle light.

I smile and begin singing to him.

He smiles and blows out the candle and then kisses me. "Thank you for taking me here."

"You're welcome. Happy birthday, Charlie." I beam.

"Thank you. When's your birthday?" Charlie inquires.

"November eighth." I shrug.