Shadows Fall (22 page)

The hinges of the bathroom door squealed as it was opened fully, and Charlie counted the footsteps from there to the bedroom. The door beside him opened slowly, cautiously, and in the darkness, Charlie heard it shut. At the sound of that telltale click, he pounced.

He waited until Titus had stepped all the way into the room, still facing the door, before he came up behind him and closed a hand over his mouth. Titus gave a little squeak and shivered, either from arousal or from the fact that he was still damp and wore only a towel, loosely slung around his hips.

“Ch-Charlie?” His voice quavered, but it wasn’t from fear—at least not unwelcome fear.

“Sshh,” Charlie whispered. “Just feel.”

Charlie yanked Titus back until he was flush with his body. Reaching between Titus’s hips and the door, he loosened the towel until it fluttered to the floor. The sound of the soft material pooling on the hardwoods was the only sound in the room besides the gentle hum of the air conditioner.

Charlie spread his legs and bent his knees so that he could fit his cotton-covered cock in Titus’s crease. His hand slipped from Titus’s mouth and curled around his throat, squeezing gently as he rolled his hips. Titus leaned his head back onto Charlie’s shoulder and let out a low moan.

Charlie’s free hand blazed a trail down Titus’s smooth chest, all the way down to his cock, standing out proud from his groin. He gave it a few lazy strokes until he felt Titus lean heavily on him as if his legs had gone weak.
Too easy
, Charlie thought to himself with a slight shake of his head.

He grasped Titus’s shoulders and set him away to an extent, putting a few inches between them. Stretching his arm out to reach the wall switch, Charlie turned on the lamp beside his bed. It bathed the room in diffuse light, but it was still too much, throwing them out of their little otherworldly cocoon.

Charlie picked up a light blue T-shirt that he’d dropped on the floor after his latest workout and tossed it over the lampshade—much better. A pale blue glow settled around them. Titus tossed a shuttered glance over his shoulder, raising a brow and looking at Charlie through his lashes.

Charlie was relying purely on instinct. He didn’t want his lack of experience to show, though if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t feeling at all inexperienced. It was as if being with Titus was natural, instinctual. His body knew exactly what to do, like it had been made for this.

Using his gruff ‘arrest’ voice—for which he knew Titus had a hard-on—he directed Titus’s movements. “Turn around. Lie down on the bed.”

Titus hustled to comply, stretching out on his back across the bed, automatically raising his arms above his head and crossing them at the wrists. Charlie’s lips curled in a half smile, half sneer, and he nodded his approval. He shrugged out of his shirt, approached the bed, and toed Titus’s feet apart.

Charlie knelt between Titus’s spread thighs, feeling almost outside himself in such an intimate position. He’d never been this close to another guy's cock before. He gripped Titus’s ropey thighs, felt him shudder, and leaned in so that his lips where millimeters away from the heavy shaft before him. Nuzzling the sensitive area between inner thigh and groin, Charlie took a deep, exploratory breath of Titus’s skin.

The scent was sharp, spicy, uniquely Titus, and it started Charlie’s pulse racing. Feeling braver, he ran his tongue along the smooth, hairless skin of Titus’s sac. It was surprisingly soft. The thighs beneath Charlie’s hands quivered as his tongue gained momentum, dragging up Titus’s shaft.

As Charlie closed his lips over the head and sucked, he lifted his eyes to Titus, spread out on the bed. Titus had one arm flung over his eyes, the hand of the other gripping the bed sheets, and his ribcage heaved with the force of his panting—and Charlie had barely even started.

Titus wasn’t too thick, but he was long; Charlie took him in as far as he could. He quickly struck up a rhythm, bobbing up and down until Titus was thrashing and moaning. He didn’t seem bothered at all by Charlie’s lack of experience and finesse.

While dragging his lips along Titus’s cock, Charlie gripped his balls with one hand, testing their weight and sensitivity. Titus bucked into his mouth, causing him to choke slightly, but when Titus grunted an apology and tried to pull away, Charlie held him still with his free hand. He’d never sucked cock before, sure, but he wasn’t a blushing virgin or a teenage girl—he could handle it.

Titus trembled all over, and his breath became erratic. “Charlie—
fuck
—gonna…” he hissed between gasps.

Charlie wasn’t ready for the show to be over, so he pulled off and hastily shucked his pants. Titus whimpered, but reached out to Charlie when he climbed up and blanketed him with his body. He took Titus’s mouth in a fierce kiss, unable to get enough of his taste.

Feeling a tug at his neck, Charlie pulled away and looked down at Titus’s smiling face. He had his hand tangled in the chain around Charlie’s neck. Charlie had forgotten he’d worn his shield on his neck-chain that day; sometimes he didn’t even notice it when it was under his shirt. It had probably been dangling on Titus and annoying him.

“Sorry,” he said, blushing. He raised himself up so that he was kneeling on the bed, straddling Titus. “Just a sec, I’ll take it off.”

Titus grabbed his wrist almost faster than he could track. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Charlie dropped the chain and the badge landed against his chest with a thump. A slow grin spread over his face. “You really do have a closet cop fetish, don’t you?”

Titus bit his lip and shook his head. “Nothing about me is ‘closet,’ honey,” he said, trying to camp it up, but his shaky laugh betrayed the effort. He couldn’t seem to meet Charlie’s eyes when he said it. Charlie didn’t know what to make of it, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment either, so he let it go, telling himself he’d look into it later.

Instead, he stretched back out until they were once again chest to chest, groin to groin. He flexed his hips, dragging his cock against Titus’s, and they both moaned. Charlie leaned down and nipped at Titus’s chin, then his lips, and Titus squirmed restlessly under him.

Running his hands down Charlie’s back to grab his ass, either to hold him where he was or to get more leverage, Titus looked Charlie directly in the eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Charlie. I need you too.”

Charlie swallowed hard and nodded—he couldn’t have gotten a word out just then to save his life. He hopped off the bed and fished out his wallet from his jeans that lay crumpled on the floor. He always stored a single condom in there, although he had some in the bathroom that he’d bought when he’d started dating Titus.

Huh. Dating,
he thought to himself.
Imagine that
. Shaking his head, because the concept seemed so surreal, Charlie reached into the half-open drawer of his bedside table and pulled out some lube—that, he already had, for obvious reasons.

When he turned back to Titus, he saw the man was watching his every move, no problem with the eye contact now. Charlie stood next to the bed, enjoying the sight before him. Titus was stretched out without an ounce of modesty, biting his lip and lazily stroking his cock while looking at Charlie.

“Roll over,” Charlie commanded.

Titus’s gaze heated, and he scrambled to comply, flipping over on his stomach. He buried his face in the thick comforter and wiggled his ass—it was firm, but with just the perfect amount of shake. Charlie slapped one cheek lightly. “Tease.”

Titus turned his head so that he could look at Charlie through his lashes, though his cheek was still pressed against the bed. He raised one thick, black brow. “It isn’t teasing if I’m putting out. So get on with it, detective.”

Charlie growled at that and climbed back on the bed. As Titus crawled forward so that his legs would no longer hang off the bed, Charlie had never been more grateful that he’d managed to cram a king-sized bed into his tiny bedroom.

Charlie greedily massaged Titus’s tight globes, spreading him and just barely brushing his hole with his thumbs, until he had Titus fidgeting with need again. Then he lubed up his fingers and slowly slid one inside the tight channel. Because this was new to Charlie, he watched Titus closely for any signs of discomfort. He closed his eyes and his brow furrowed, but he made no protests. Testing out Titus’s sensitivity, he pumped his finger in and out a few times, and Titus let out a broken moan.

“More,” Titus whispered and lifted his ass off the bed slightly.

Concentrating hard on making it good for Titus, Charlie added another finger. Titus shook beneath him and bucked against the bed, then back onto Charlie’s fingers. Charlie’s own cock twitched at the sight.

Titus reached for him blindly, grabbing on to his thigh and squeezing. “Okay, enough. Just go, please. Now. Please.”

Chuckling at his babbling, Charlie removed his fingers and quickly rolled on the condom. He gritted his teeth, because he was already ready to blow just from preparing Titus to take him. Titus was still lying prone on the bed, but his arm had disappeared beneath him, presumably to keep stroking his cock.

“Hey, wait for me,” Charlie said and nudged his leg. “You wanna maybe get up on your knees. I’ve heard that’s… easier.”

Titus drunkenly shook his head against the bed. “Nah, just like this. ’s fine.”

Charlie didn’t want to hurt Titus, but he did as he said. He lined up his lubed, covered cock with Titus’s hole, and barely pressed against it. “You sure? I want you to be comfortable.”

“Charlie. Please.”

Chuckling breathlessly at the exasperated tone, Charlie decided that Titus knew what he needed. Leaning forward and bracing himself on his knuckles, he slowly pushed his way in. Titus sucked in a breath and tensed, then slowly relaxed, muscles loosening to accept Charlie’s girth. They both groaned in concert, and Charlie held still for a few seconds to get himself under control.

“Jesus, Titus.” It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Warm and smooth, but also solid in a way that a woman would never be. And tight—tighter than Charlie had ever imagined. Having his cock squeezed in the vice of Titus’s channel… he thought his head might explode.
One or the other
, he thought with an inward laugh.

Once he was fully seated, his body took over; it knew what to do. He tried a few experimental thrusts, and Titus’s free arm grappled for purchase in the bedclothes. Charlie liked the reaction, wanted to see how far he could take Titus. He’d never had that luxury before—never had a strong, solid lover that he felt he could push to the limit.

He lifted himself up and spread his hands out across Titus’s lower back, pushing down slightly. He started pumping his hips faster, giving Titus a little more speed, a little more friction. Titus let out a long, keening cry that was punctuated with each of Charlie’s thrusts.

“Oh my god, Charlie. I can’t…” Titus trailed off, lost inside himself.

Charlie leaned over Titus, draping across his back, so that he could press sloppy kisses to the back of his neck. His shield dangled down, scraping across Titus’s shoulder with each thrust. Again with the cop fetish, Titus whimpered and pushed himself back on Charlie’s dick. It got Charlie so deep into that tight heat, his eyes rolled back in his head.

And then it happened again. He lost control. Deep in the back of his mind, he remembered Titus saying it was okay, that he wouldn’t break, that he liked it. It was those thoughts that allowed Charlie to give himself permission to let go.

He lifted himself back up on his knees, his hands taking their earlier position on Titus’s lower back, and began pummeling his ass. Titus arched his back and lifted his hips up off the mattress to meet Charlie’s thrusts. The broken, animal cries that he let loose had Charlie biting the inside of his cheek to keep from coming.

Lifting one hand, he wrapped it around the back of Titus’s neck, trying to gain some leverage for even harder pumps.

“Yeah,” Titus grunted.

Each time Charlie thrust into Titus’s hole, he was met with the sound of their skin slapping together, the bed rocking against the wall, and Titus wailing. His neighbors were going to hate him, but he was fresh out of fucks to give—all he cared about was the fucking he was giving Titus.

Charlie let go of Titus’s neck, instead burying his fingers in all that silky black hair and using it to push Titus’s face into the mattress. Feeling his orgasm taunting him, curling at the base of his spine, he put all of his weight into his thrusts.

He tugged on Titus’s hair, and Titus lost it. He yelped and bucked between the mattress and Charlie’s cock, coming hard. That sound he made and the feeling of his ass clamping down on Charlie’s dick set off a chain reaction. Charlie’s arms collapsed, he plastered himself across Titus’s back, and gave a few final pumps before his own orgasm blasted through him.

He came harder and longer than he ever had before, shuddering through it, twitching and thrusting over Titus while Titus reached around and gripped his ass, humming contentedly. Charlie thrust lazily, kissing Titus’s neck and catching his breath, until he softened inside him. He sat up and pulled out carefully, tied off the condom and tossed it in the general direction of the trash can. Then he collapsed back on top of Titus.

“You wanna get under the covers?” Charlie felt rather than saw Titus shake his head.