Play It Again, Charlie (33 page)

“Like last Monday night,” Will went on, sucking a small kiss at the front of Charlie's throat, just above the knot in his tie. “All pissed and kick-ass, mad at me for no reason.” Will made his tone plaintive, though his sentence ended in a gasp when that preposterous statement sank in and Charlie lifted his head.

“No reason?” he demanded, his voice sharp, and he glared into those sparkling eyes.

“Not that I'm complaining.” Which was exactly what Will had been doing, or not, because he wouldn't stop talking about it. “Got me against that wall in five seconds flat, just by
walking
.” He shuddered dramatically, too dramatically to be real, but it
felt
real, his body shifting against Charlie's. Charlie shook his head, though the memory was clear to him too, how quickly Will had backed up, even with his gaze steady and unafraid.

Will had touched him then, the first time those hands had brushed against his chest, and Will had been breathing hard with the wall at his back, Charlie in front of him. Kind of like he had Will now. He wanted to call Will a liar, except that he
had
put Will against the wall,
had
backed him into the sink, and Will's chest was moving rapidly, his face flushing with color.

Charlie inched closer without much conscious thought. Will's fingers tightened in his tie, not pulling, not on purpose, just holding on. Charlie took a hand from Will's waist and slid it under the hem of his shirt, found his belt. When he flicked the buckle open, both of Will's hands went to his shoulders. Without Will's hand teasing him, his dick throbbed, pounding against nothing, but Charlie ignored it, getting the belt and the fly of Will's jeans out of the way. They all hit the floor at the same time, trapped around Will's ankles. Will tried to move to free himself, but Charlie fitted himself tighter against the heat of his body, flimsy cotton underwear and the edge of his shirt like nothing. He grunted at the hard ridge pressing back against him, and Will twisted, trying to move up.

His legs were still stuck, and he protested when he had only inches of freedom. His muffled groans landed against Charlie's neck as he fell forward, mingled with the shallow thrusts against Charlie's upper leg.

“Shirt,” Will demanded after a few moments of hushed movements and a hot, damp spot spreading between them. His hands flew down from Charlie's shoulders to his own chest, and Charlie pulled away with a scowl, getting Will's hands out of his way with a look that made Will's mouth fall open. He reached for the buttons in the next second, pausing when they weren't buttons at all, but snaps.

He yanked, startled, and the shirt fell open. For once there was no T-shirt underneath.

“You thought about this.” Charlie hissed the words, white flashing across his vision, heat, and God, his hands were still moving, stripping that shirt away. He dropped it to the floor. Will didn't seem to care.

“All day. More,” Will admitted, and when he wriggled to free his legs this time, Charlie let him. He had on sneakers, loose enough to kick off. Charlie glanced at them, then stepped back toward Will. He pushed, too hard, maybe. Will's breath escaped in a surprised
whoosh
, but he grabbed Charlie's sides, handfuls of his shirt, and yanked him closer.

The edge of the counter in Will's back would hurt. Charlie bent his head, slid his mouth down to Will's throat, the freshly bared skin, and inhaled. There was a new scent there, different from hair gel and the aftershave he was used to. Cologne. Something expensive. Will had never worn it before. He wondered if it was for this, special somehow, and smoothed his palms over Will's skin, put his hands between Will and the counter. He pushed until Will's head went back and then followed the scent, insinuating himself between Will's open legs when Will gasped.

Will's body thumped into the sink anyway, moving back and up, in a move Charlie realized too late was an attempt to get on the counter, to fall back in the exact way Charlie had dreamed about, and he responded instantly, dropping his hands to cup Will's ass, supporting him and forcing him to be still at the same time. Will's gasps grew sharper.

“Charlie,” he pleaded, and Charlie closed his eyes to inhale the scent of him, could feel Will's pulse against his cheek, as if the cock against him wasn't enough. He could already feel his muscles straining to stay like this.

“I thought about it too,” Charlie confessed, probably admitting too much, and he nearly fell when Will's hands tightened and pulled him down.

When Charlie's head came up, Will's dropped. He tugged at the knot in Charlie's tie with both hands, fumbled with buttons once he had that loose, and then put his mouth to the hollow of Charlie's throat. For one moment, everything was hot, and then Charlie was moving, struggling for purchase as he got Will off his feet for a too brief second.

“Fuck, that's it.” Will was panting, or cheerleading, Charlie couldn't tell, and frowned for it; he didn't need to be told what to do. But Will flailed, gripped him harder, and slid buttons loose under Charlie's tie, which he hadn't actually removed. “That's it, I knew it. Come on, Charlie, like this. Now.”

Whatever that meant, his hands were working Charlie's shirt open, leaving his tie in place. Charlie grunted. Will was warm and smooth and thrusting against him, making it almost impossible to think. He sure as hell wasn't going to make it far, that was for sure, the same way that he knew he couldn't push Will back to the counter, not and hold him up too, not for long.

Will wouldn't stop. When he ran out of buttons, his hands slipped to Charlie's pants, the zipper, the belt, and once those were no longer a problem he tried to work his fingers under his briefs. He was too quick. At the stab of need Charlie
moved
again, moved faster than Will. One moment Will was wild hands between his legs and jerky breaths against his neck, and the next he was facing the counter and Charlie had both his hands over Will's against the edge of the sink.

The noise that Will made was too low to be frightened. Charlie froze for a moment anyway, waiting with his mouth above the bare skin of Will's neck, above that short hair, until Will shivered and tried to push back into him.

“
Fuck
, Charlie. How did you... ?” He shuddered again, until Charlie stepped closer. His chest to Will's back should have been warmer, but Will just trembled again, bowing his head when Charlie's mouth finally touched the back of his neck. “Don't teach that class again,” he ordered, still out of breath. “Not unless I get to watch.”

Something about the way Will said “watch” made Charlie's hands tighten around his wrists. Something about
that
made Will make a low sound again. It hummed under Charlie's mouth, through Will's skin.

“Where?” He could barely speak, but knew the question rumbled through to Will in the same way. “The... .” Damn, he was forgetting words. “Where are they?” Will's fingers curled, pressed down.

Will didn't even try to stop himself from shivering. He murmured, “Behind. There. Hurry.” As though he made any sense.

Fuck. Charlie's own internal swearing couldn't stop him. His body twitched forward, flat and tight against Will's back, his cock against his ass, and whatever Will had been going to add stuttered out into nothing. His clothes were only partly in the way. Will's underwear was between them too, and Charlie used his hands to shove Will's boxers below his hips and then down until they fell, before placing his hands back at Will's sides.

Will left his hands on the counter, curved around the edge of the sink. He brought his head up when Charlie dug his fingertips into his skin, grabbed at muscle, and whispered his name when Charlie's mouth moved behind his ear.

“Where?” Charlie's voice came out too loud, and Will jerked. Charlie exhaled shortly, impatient, shocked at himself, and Will jerked again at the flood of warm, damp breath rushing down over his neck, his chest. Charlie slid his hands to follow it, making Will jump one more time when his hands found his nipples. But in the next moment Will was sighing, lifting one hand enough to wave in no direction at all. His hair tickled as he moved around, and Charlie sucked a kiss just beneath his ear.

“My case.
Charlie
,” he pushed out a moment later, when Charlie didn't move away, couldn't stop tasting his soft skin for a moment, and the urgency in his voice made Charlie mutter as he finally tore himself away. He glanced around blindly until he found the black case, still in the same spot on the floor, of course. He crossed to it, cursing when he had to bend down, when his loose pants fell and got in the way until he stepped out of them, shoved off his shoes. He grabbed the brown paper bag in the top compartment and swore when a box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant fell to the ground and he had to bend down again.

Any other time, his face would have been burning, and Will probably would have been laughing. But Charlie just felt wound up, no matter how he tried to deny it, and Will... Will hadn't taken a single step, hadn't turned to look, as though someone had told him to stay still. Charlie couldn't remember saying anything like that, but he felt a surge of heat at the idea that he could have, and that Will would listen. He tossed his head, but his heart wouldn't stop racing, and he put a hand on his dick for a moment, trying to calm himself down and failing when Will stayed put.

“Beautiful.” It slipped out, pushed out of him, like the steady flow of pre-come he was coaxing out with his fingertips while he stared at Will, who still hadn't moved from where Charlie had told him to stay. And he had. “Don't move.” He heard himself again, and watched the tremor work its way down Will's body. But Will didn't move.

He was completely naked, all tanned and pink skin, bare, perfect ass, short, gleaming hair. His head was down, his shoulders bent, but when he shook like that, Charlie had to move again, to be close against him. He touched him, tracing circles to ease away the tension, and Will instantly lifted his head and leaned back. He sighed when Charlie tossed both items on the counter so he could touch Will more and turned his head when Charlie dragged his lips under his ear.

Charlie spread his hands wide over every inch he could reach. He wanted to touch Will everywhere, wanted to reach for the bottle and slick his fingers, slick his hand, pleasure Will inside and out, but he wasn't sure he could take it. He was fitted tightly to Will as it was, and Will was rocking back, steady and insistent.

“Charlie,” he pleaded, and there it was again, the pounding flood of heat and light through him at how shameless Will was for this, for him. “Charlie, come on.”

Charlie put a hand out, over the counter, and then held still.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, stupid but needing to be certain, and Will nodded, pushed back until Charlie urged him forward to keep him from moving. He made the tiniest sound, not exactly complaining at being forced farther over the counter, and then slapped a hand over the box of condoms and slid it to Charlie's hand.

“Either do it or make me beg for it, Charlie.” There was an edge to Will's low voice that could have meant anything, but he was bent over the counter, waiting, and Charlie's fingers closed around the box. It was another fight to tear it open, and Will did laugh this time, a small, shaky laugh, when Charlie grabbed one packet, then sent the box flying.

“Rough,” Will said, like he approved, but thankfully he didn't turn around to watch Charlie slide a condom on with his shaking hands. He hissed at touching himself again, and being away from Will, and then stretched against Will to grab the bottle, unnecessarily, perfectly, and Will grunted, not quite laughing again.

“Charlie,” he whined one more time, only to choke and go momentarily quiet when Charlie slid a hot, wet hand down the crack of his ass. Just like the night before, he tensed and then relaxed at the first hint of pressure, noises falling from him when Charlie pushed in two fingers instead of one. He was motionless for one long moment and then spread his legs.

Charlie bit down, hard, to keep from moving faster after something like that, but Will shook his head.

“Fuck that. Not now.” He rocked backward but stopped when Charlie's other hand curved over his ass. Charlie's gaze went to his head, the back of his head, because Will wasn't turning. For a moment the words seemed painful and familiar, but Will didn't stay quiet. “Please, Charlie, I can't wait. All this time... I just... I'm ready, I swear.” The jumble of words halted too as Charlie pulled out his fingers. Will breathed in, loudly, and then for the first time tried to look. “I mean, when you don't talk, I... .”

He froze, then shuddered when Charlie frowned against his spine. Charlie inhaled the scent of Will's cologne and swallowed.

“What do you want me to say?” he whispered into the soft hair trailing down the back of Will's neck. He inserted three fingers, and Will made a pretty gasping sound. He'd said not to bother, but he was relaxed in moments, willing.

“Anything,” Will answered immediately. “So I know. What you're d... doing... .” His breath hitched while Charlie opened him up, and he inched his legs farther apart. “What you want. What I want. I don't care.”

There was a tremor in Charlie's stomach. His heartbeat was loud in his ears. But he nodded without moving his mouth from Will's skin. His face felt hot, but that could have been from Will. He moved his fingers, and Will twitched up on his own. He was beautiful, but Charlie pulled his fingers out again, then cleared his throat. His other hand petted over Will's side, down to his backside. The way Will swung his head back down at one touch was almost indecently sexy.

Charlie hadn't asked him to pose like that, and it had to be what Will wanted. Charlie stroked the line of his neck, and Will puffed out a breath. For a moment he seemed about to bend over the counter, to let Charlie bend him over the counter, then Charlie petted him again, and he gave a little moan. His hands were tight on the counter's edge.

“I— ” Charlie had never thought it would be like this, but Will had asked him to talk. “I want to fuck you.” He paused. “And I'm going to.” The bottle was by Will, and when he poured more into his hand, Will's breathing picked up.