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“Do you need help to get changed?” Tom asked.
“What I need is for you to kiss me,” Charlie answered, and put his arms around Tom’s neck, feeling his beard against his own cheek as Tom kissed him and everything else was forgotten. It began gently, carefully, a kiss between two people who weren’t quite sure of anything except a mutual attraction that had been building since that first encounter in the Rainbow. Charlie let all his insecurities go, and gave himself up to the moment, running his tongue over Tom’s lips until they opened, and their tongues touched, sending sparks through Charlie’s body. He felt the impact on Tom, too, and suddenly there was nothing tentative about this, no hesitation, just desire. Charlie broke the kiss.
“Too many clothes,” he said, and got Tom’s smile in return.
“Do you need my help?” Tom asked, and this time his tone was teasing.
“Yes, please,” Charlie said.
He felt Tom’s hands slide underneath his top and onto his skin and he shivered.
“Cold?” Tom asked.
“No, that’s not it. In fact, if we both got naked, I think things would warm up very well.”
Charlie did need help with his injured arm, but he managed the rest quickly enough to see Tom take his own shirt off. The tattoos covered both arms and shoulders with intricate patterns.
“They’re your own drawings,” Charlie exclaimed, and lay down on the bed, holding his arms out. He wanted to trace those lines with his fingers, and his tongue. Then Tom stripped off his trousers and underwear, and Charlie was distracted by the sight of Tom’s erection. He sat up again, rolling onto his knees, and before Tom could move, took Tom’s cock in his hand, easing the foreskin back, and then took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness of pre-come, and then taking him deeper until Tom groaned. He felt Tom’s hands in his hair.
“Oh, fuck, Charlie,” he said.
Yes please.
Charlie took Tom’s cock deeper still, sucking, sliding his lips up and down, massaging Tom’s balls with his hand, until Tom pulled away.
“I was enjoying that,” Charlie said.
“Me too.” Tom pushed him very carefully down onto the bed, being careful not to touch the dressings. “But now it’s my turn.” He knelt over Charlie and sucked each nipple in turn before running his tongue down Charlie’s stomach over his hips and down the inside of his thighs and around his balls. Charlie’s cock ached for attention, and he stroked himself.
“Come here,” he said, “I need to kiss you again.”
In reply, Tom rolled Charlie, very gently, onto his uninjured side and kissed him, long and deep, running his hand over Charlie’s arse, between the cheeks and pressing the very tip of his finger into Charlie’s hole. Charlie sighed. Their cocks touched, and Charlie moved closer, desire building.
“Don’t stop.”
“Stay there,” Tom said. He got up and went to his suit jacket, producing a condom and a mini-packet of lube.
He slicked up his fingers, then lay on the bed and licked a stripe up Charlie’s cock before taking him in his mouth without warning, making Charlie gasp with shock and pleasure. He gasped again when he felt a finger pressing into him, gentle, but insistent. Tom’s beard nudged Charlie’s balls, and the finger kept pressing in as Tom licked and sucked.
“Keep still,” Tom said, pulling away, but Charlie couldn’t. He felt a second finger, and it burned, but he didn’t care because of Tom’s lips and tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “please, Tom.”
Tom took no notice, just pressed his fingers in until he found Charlie’s prostate and lit another flame. Ignoring the tearing sensation in his side, Charlie grabbed Tom’s hair and pulled. His mouth slid off Charlie’s cock, and he looked up, his lips swollen and saliva wetting his beard.
“Fuck me now,” Charlie said.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“Not for long.” Charlie rolled onto his elbows and knees, and if his ribs hurt, he decided not to feel them. He heard Tom with condom and lube, and then he felt what he wanted: Tom’s hands on his arse and Tom’s cock at his entrance. It hurt, but not for long. Tom held his hips and slid in, a millimetre at a time until the burning settled.
“Move,” Charlie said, and Tom did, slowly at first, until Charlie began to thrust backwards against him, wanting more, and harder. Charlie forgot everything except Tom’s body against him, inside him, and the exquisite pleasure building and building. He cried out, calling Tom’s name, as Tom drove into him, harder and faster, gripping Charlie’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. And then he pulled out, ripped the condom off and pushed Charlie onto his back, leaning over him and taking both of their cocks in his hand. Charlie’s hand joined Tom’s and it took a few seconds of desperate thrusting before Charlie’s orgasm rolled over him, wave after wave, and Tom followed, shouting as he came.
They lay together feeling the high, floating, despite the sweat and the stickiness, until the air chilled their skin, and the town hall clock struck two. The shower was barely big enough for one person, so they took turns, Tom helping Charlie to wash without wetting the dressings. Then they dried each other, climbed into bed and unexpectedly, slept.
30
Awake, again
