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It had been a long day at work, but now Nick was off and ready to be home with Charlie. He swayed gently as the train rocked on the rails. Most days, he loved taking the Tube to and from work as it gave him time to think and decompress from the day, but this particular train didn’t seem to have working conditioning. It was a particularly warm, muggy day in England, and it appeared Nick would be getting no relief soon. At this moment, Nick was dreaming of a shower more than anything.
It was date night, but they decided to stay close and picnic in the park with their dogs. Nick had been looking forward to this night all week. They had plans to spend the weekend with Nick’s family, which had them both a little on edge. His mum never wavered in her support, and Nick didn’t expect much from his dad, and though he and David were never that close, his reaction hurt the most. He’s come around, but Nick doesn’t entirely trust him yet.
The train stopped, and the doors opened. He stepped onto the platform of the Underground. Their flat was only two blocks from the station, allowing Nick to thankfully make it inside before the skies opened up and the downpour began. Taking the lift to the third floor, he bounced on the balls of his feet before rocking back to his heels. He inserted the key into the door and pushed it open. Nellie and Lottie greeted him immediately. They jumped and wiggled their butts as he reached down to scratch them behind their ears. Charlie wasn’t there waiting with a kiss for him like usual. Charlie thrived now that they were done with school, and he was settled in at the publishing house.
“Char,” he called out. When he didn’t get a response, he made his way to the back towards their bedroom. The sound of moans filled the air as he crept closer to the door. With a quick turn of the knob, he opened their bedroom door to find Charlie in their bed, arse up, and two lube-slicked fingers plunging deep inside his hole. His face turned towards the doorway as if he’d been waiting for Nick to find him.
He felt himself harden, instantly filling out the front of his trousers. He really needed to shower, but the sight in front of him was too much to resist.
“Oh, Char, you’re beautiful.” Nick palmed his erection. The fabric of his jeans felt like too much of a hindrance. Pausing, he freed his cock from its confines, and it tented forward, ready to be deep inside Charlie. He walked towards the bed. The bottle of lube lay next to Charlie’s knee.
“Need you,” Charlie moaned. It was one of Nick’s favourite sounds. He loved everything about Charlie, but he especially loved that Charlie was comfortable enough in his own skin to allow Nick to see him this way–this out of control. He knew being like this wasn’t easy for Charlie, he put a lot of trust in Nick, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t eternally grateful for the opportunity.
Slicking his fingers lube, he pushed one in along Charlie’s, filling him, stretching him. Twisting until he found the spongey bundle, he stroked his finger over and around, teasing Charlie, getting him close to the edge. He felt as Charlie’s muscles tighten, a sign he knew meant he was close. Removing his finger, he trailed down his taint to his balls, wrapping his hand around them. He squeezed gently, tugging them down slightly, eliciting a groan from Charlie at his denied orgasm.
“Not fair, Nick,” he complained. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long already.”
“Let me shower. Then I’ll be right back.” He gave an uncharacteristic smirk, it wasn’t like him to deny Charlie anything, but he really did need to shower.
“But, you’ll just get sweaty again.”
“Well, then you’ll just have to join me the second time.” Nick turned towards the ensuite, removing his clothes as he went. “Oh, and Char? Don’t move from where you are while I’m gone.”
Stepping towards the tub, he turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature until it was perfect. He stepped into the spray and turned to wet his entire body. His cock twitched as the warm water ran down his body. Reaching for the body wash, he poured a generous amount into his hand and slathered it across his body, leaving a trail of suds as he went. He didn’t allow himself to linger on his cock and full balls, afraid he might come if he took himself in hand. He rushed to rinse off, not wanting to be cruel and leave Charlie waiting for too long. He shut off the water and reached for his towel, quickly drying off most of the water.
“Nick,” Charlie moaned, dragging out his name. “Please.”
He quickly made his way back to their bedroom. Charlie was still on his knees with his arse in the air, waiting for him. This time though, he was pumping a dildo in and out of his arse.
“Oh god.” Nick dropped the towel and reached for the lube in one fluid swoop.
As quickly as he could, he lathered his cock with lube and stood by the edge of the bed. With his hands on Charlie’s hips, he pulled him towards the edge and brought his arse down to be level with his groin. Charlie let out a small squeak at the sudden movement, and Nick couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
Lining his cock up with Charlie’s entrance, he paused. “Ready, love?”
“Been ready.” Charlie pushed back as much as his position would allow, attempting to impale himself on Nick.
Happy with Charlie’s consent, he pushed forward slowly, watching every moment of Charlie’s hole stretching over the head of his cock. He entered him bit by bit until he was fully inside him. Even with all the prep Charlie had done, he was so tight around him. The muscles of his arse squeezed his cock. It was the best feeling in the world. He clenched his teeth as he fought against the orgasm that threatened to take him. He stayed still until he was able to calm his need for release. He wanted to make this good for Charlie–he’d been waiting, after all. Almost as slowly as he’d entered him, Nick began to pull out until just the tip of his cock was left inside. He set an agonisingly slow pace, in and out. Nick knew some people enjoyed it when sex was rough, but he wasn’t one of them. He’d rather show Charlie how much he loved him with every thrust of his hips and stroke of his cock.
“Feel. So. Good.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, bringing them both closer to the edge.
Their mangled moans grew louder as they both rode the edge of prolonging this or tipping over and letting their orgasms take over. Charlie’s in-comprehendible mutters and groans told Nick he was close. Nick wanted him to spill over that edge first. His fingers dug into Charlie’s waist, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. Charlie’s hand moved beneath, stroking his dick in time with Nick’s thrust. He felt the moment Charlie came. The way his walls squeezed around Nick made him groan as his own release took over. It only took two more thrusts into Charlie before he filled him with his come. He collapsed against Charlie’s back, kissing where his neck and shoulder met. He licked up the sweat below Charlie’s ear and kissed open-mouthed across his jaw. When his lips found Charlie’s, they kissed softly, sharing every breath.
“Love you,” Charlie sighed contently.
“Love you more.” Nick kissed him again, wincing as his cock slipped from Charlie’s arse.
“Mmm, can feel your come dripping down my leg.”
“Let’s get cleaned up then.”
“Not yet.” They lay there in the awkward position for a few minutes longer, just enjoying the closeness. Nick would be worried he was crushing Charlie with his weight, but Charlie had explained before that Nick’s weight on top of him felt like he was putting his soul back in his body. It calmed him, let him feel settled. So Nick obliged as often as he could.
They finally made it to the shower and languidly cleaned one another. Their bodies slid against each other easily. Charlie had pushed Nick back until he was supported by the tiled wall. He’d taken them both in hand, his long callus-free fingers wrapped around their cocks, and he thrust against Nick until they spilt their come over his hand.
Finally clean and dry, they dressed. Charlie looked mouthwatering in his crop-top hoodie that cut off just above his belly button, showing off his happy trail that led to his skintight briefs that left nothing for Nick’s imagination except every fantasy of how he could take them off.