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It's finals week.
Charlie's exams all fall on the Monday and Tuesday of that week, but Nick's last exam isn't until Friday afternoon.
He's stressed out about it, and Charlie has been trying to help - bringing him snacks while he's studying, reviewing his notes together, planning a laundry list of Nick's favourite things to do as a reward for when he's done for the semester: indoor rockclimbing, shit superhero film at the cinema, steakhouse.
By Wednesday, Nick is totally distracted with preparing for his exams and hits a peak of his pre-exam anxiety. He wakes on Thursday morning simply wanting to be held and have his hair stroked, which Charlie does, and Nick apologises profusely for not prioritising Charlie this week or spending much time with him. Charlie scoffs at him and tells him not to be absurd. Nick is the world's most attentive and loving boyfriend, and a few days of being distracted by his important exams doesn't even put the tiniest dent in Charlie's adoration for him.
Charlie has noticed the momentary lapse in the regularity of their sex, of course - throughout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of that week, they only have sex twice, and both times it's been in the middle of the night - while Charlie sleeps naked in case Nick needs him - which Nick does, of course - and Charlie lays there in the dark hush of the room, with his hands above his head, wanting to be nothing more than Nick's good, quiet boy, to be everything that Nick needs him to be in that moment, and so he squeezes Nick's beautiful thick cock in his soaking wet pussy, while Nick fucks him into oblivion, biting his neck, oozing sweet words into his ears while he pumps Charlie's waiting belly with strings of hot cum.
But by Thursday evening, Charlie's need is growing. He is feeling desperately subby.
He elects not to overanalyse why he's so turned on by Nick not lavishing him with his usual amount of simping attention.
Nick has made Charlie's body into such a needy thing, that now - when he's denied Nick for longer than he's grown accustomed to - he can hardly function until he has his fill again.
Plus, it's been hurting Charlie's heart to see how tense Nick is, and he wants to do anything he can to try and assist his beautiful boyfriend to get to the end of this week as best he can.
He needs it for himself too, though; Charlie hasn't sucked Nick off since the previous weekend, and, right now, he's starving for his favourite taste.
He knows Nick is studying in his room - he knows that he probably ought to leave him to revise in peace - that it's only a matter of one more evening - and, tomorrow, after Nick has his final exam, things will snap back to normal like elastic and he probably won't be able to unglue Nick from him for several days - but Charlie is trembling with want as he approaches the half-open door of Nick's room.
"Hey, sweetheart," Nick says; he can apparently sense or smell Charlie approaching because Charlie hasn't made a single sound except for his gaspy breathing; he hasn't even opened the door yet. "Come in."
Heat drops into Charlie's cunt and stays there.
He swallows, mouth dry, suddenly buzzing with anticipation. He eyefucks Nick's looming silhouette at his desk - he's so big, all of him - as Nick swivels around in his chair, smiling at Charlie, a scratchy ginger shadow on his jaw and cheeks from where he's neglected to shave these past few days.
"How's it all going?" Charlie asks softly, locking the joints of his knees so he doesn't fall at Nick's feet too immediately.
Nick scrunches up his nose and holds out his hand. Charlie extends his hand to thread his and Nick's finger's together. Nick uses his thumb to stroke the back of Charlie's palm and gazes up at him. "Alright, thanks. I just wish I could press fast forward on life until this time tomorrow. What are you up to, Char?"
"Not much," Charlie replies, fidgeting, his cunt growing glossier by the second. "They actually just emailed through some extra reading for the internship," he says, apropos of nothing.
Nick grins cheekily at Charlie. "You should get started on it."
"I don't wanna," Charlie whines, trying to sound as bratty as possible. "Can't it wait until after?"
Nick sighs, shaking his head fondly and smiling that glowing smile. Charlie can see how Nick is still a little pre-occupied, and might not be his usual sappy self tonight. Charlie doesn't mind; the opposite, actually - he's never so wet as when Nick flirts on the edge of mistreating him, or ignoring him, or dialling up his dom personality.
Charlie trusts Nick implicitly - trusts that Nick will pick him up from any fall.
Trusting Nick brings Charlie the kind of peace that isn't loud, but wraps around him like the ocean at dawn - steady, endless, and profoundly real.
"Alright," Nick says, after he appears to have weighed up some options in his head. "Go on, then. It'll be a little while though, until I'm finished. Sorry, Char. I do really need to concentrate a bit longer."
Charlie knows what this means - as well as the way Nick leans back further in his chair, making room for Charlie underneath his desk.
Charlie scampers underneath the table, almost knocking his head on the side of desk.
"Easy there," Nick giggles softly, placing his hand on Charlie's shoulder to help guide Charlie under the desk more carefully, since Charlie is evidently so hungry for dick he's willing to risk a head injury to get it.
"Can't go easy," Charlie pouts, shifting into his usual position in between Nick's legs. He reaches out and pulls Nick's sweatpants waistband down. "I need you. I need it, please, Nick."
"Yeah?" Nick rumbles, as Charlie pushes his face between Nick's thighs, and removes the soft bulge of his cock from Nick's pants. "You want my dick that bad, Char?"
"Mmm, yeah," Charlie murmurs, staring at Nick's cock. No matter how many times Charlie sees it, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. The heft of it, even limp as it is now. The softest skin Charlie has ever touched. The big balls, which Charlie fondles. "I'm aching for it," Charlie adds, trying to sound pretty for his boyfriend.
"Well, we can't have that, now, can we?" Nick says quietly, and a pool of wetness erupts in Charlie's cunt as Nick returns his eyes to his screen, and starts clicking his mouse.
Charlie leans forward to slip his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.
Even soft like this, Nick is still a whole mouthful, and drool rushes into Charlie's jaw as his tongue glides over the silky soft skin, over the thick vein on the top of the shaft, until he starts using the point of his tongue to dip between Nick's foreskin, to lap at the tip of his dick. Charlie moans with the satisfaction of having his mouth full; the heavy weight of his boyfriend's cock in his mouth - the delectable, musky taste of it - is utterly calming to him, and a wave of serenity washes over him, as the need and ache and restlessness he's been feeling all day finally starts to unwind in his gut, and he starts to settle down, even though he can feel his cunt pulsing like a second heartbeat. He fashions his legs into a relaxed position, gearing himself up to be down here on the floor as long as Nick needs.
"Good boy," Nick murmurs, typing. Charlie shudders with delight. "Just like that."
Charlie gets sleepy, after a little while, underneath the desk. It's so quiet and warm and soft, like being cradled in the heart of a cloud, and Charlie feels weightless, and wholly at peace. Each of Nick's gentle breaths carries the promise of safety.
Charlie feels - pillowed against Nick's thick thigh, absently suckling on his dick - like he's wrapped in something eternal.
After what seems like a lot longer than usual - Nick must really be concentrating - he begins to thicken up in Charlie's mouth.
His shaft is growing heavier on Charlie's tongue. Charlie's cunt clenches with excitement. Still, he dutifully sucks on Nick's cock until it's fully hard and aching, blood pounding through it, able to be felt in the veins that Charlie rubs with his mouth. His jaw aches but he doesn't care, not in the slightest – especially not when Nick starts to rock into him a little bit, shallowly fucking his mouth, like it's just a hole built for his pleasure. "How'd you get so good at sucking cock, baby? Hm?"
Charlie blushes like Nick has told him he's beautiful, which in a way, he has, and pulls back, suckling at the now-leaking head of Nick's cock in between breaths. Pre cum smears over his mouth, he cushions his lips into a pout to let Nick see how wet they are. "Lots of practice."
"You haven't been practicing on anyone else, have you, honey?" Nick murmurs, still not looking down at Charlie.
"No, Nick," Charlie is swallowing thickly now, trying to keep up with the flow of slimy pre that's soaking his lungs. He is excited Nick's getting excited, so he starts slurping over the side of Nick's cock, tongue surging up to brush it.
"You wouldn't ever let anyone touch what belongs to me, would you?"
"No, Nick, never. I only want you."
A rumble of approval leaves Nick as Charlie sucks his cockhead, caressing the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue the way he knows Nick likes. "Look at you," Nick says in a tsking tone, and Charlie looks up to see Nick's pretty brown eyes regarding him at his feet. He licks and licks and sucks his boyfriend's rock hard cock, blinking up at Nick to let him watch. "Just look at you. I've spoiled you too much, I think, baby. Nobody else could handle you like I do."
"Mmm, yeah, exactly," Charlie says, humming softly, pressing his tongue flat against the base of Nick's cock. He takes him in as deep as he can, feeling the tip tight to the back of his throat, so Nick's balls can find a place to rest against his chin.
"You just had to come and find a fat cock to suck, didn't you, Char? Needed something to fill that pretty mouth?"
Charlie moans in the affirmative, moving to the tip to kiss where Nick's leaking, jogging his hand up and down Nick's length a few times, whimpering as he brings it back inside his mouth, sucking hard.
And then – one hand in his hair, massive, firm - keeping him close.
"You thirsty, baby?" Nick murmurs lowly. "Daddy's got a drink for you."
Daddy.
Charlie whines and moves in closer to Nick, nodding vehemently, never ceasing his gripping, warm suckle on Nick's dick. Nick exhales heavily, threading his fingers through the curls on the back of Charlie's head, and pulls him back with a snap, shoving his cock in further. His balls contract under Charlie's stretched lips. He thrusts back and forth a few times, and his cock jumps in Charlie's throat, and, with a spill that's as thick as it is fast, his balls are pumping, and he's pouring warm cum down Charlie's throat - the fingers in Charlie's hair go tight with possession.
Charlie moans, loudly, as he wiggles closer to Nick, swallowing greedily, swallowing that warm, bitter, thick release of Nick's, and it tastes good, it tastes so very Nick; not wanting to waste a single drop of his Daddy's drink for him.
Charlie's really getting feral now because Nick doesn't speak to him - he barely even looks at him - as he empties himself down his boyfriend's throat. Instead, he just huffs in relief, rocking his hips into Charlie's face a few times, grunting in approval, as Charlie gazes up from his position under the desk, obediently sucking the last of it from Nick's slit. There's so much of it, and Charlie can feel it, sitting heavy in his tummy; Nick's clearly pent up from so little sex these past few days.
"Good boy," Nick whispers, while Charlie continues to hold Nick's cock in his mouth. He's not going to stop sucking until Nick tells him to. (He prays Nick won't tell him to stop). "Such a good, beautiful, well behaved boy for your Daddy, aren't you? Did you like your drink?"
"Mmm," Charlie responds, nodding as best he can with his mouth full and his face attached to Nick's middle. He holds Nick gently on his tongue while he gulps down the remaining droplets of his cum; they dribble towards the back of his mouth.
"Bit...ah, bit sensitive now, baby," Nick mutters, adjusting himself a little. "Can you be so nice and still for me until I get comfortable again, please?"
"Mmm, mm," Charlie replies, knowing 'until I get comfortable again' is Nick's code for 'until I get hard again,' and Charlie erupts into shivers all over his body, eager to take a second load of his boyfriend into his mouth, or, if he's lucky, if he's a really good boy, into his wet, aching, fluttering pussy.
Whatever Nick wants.
Charlie wants to be Nick's to use.
Charlie meditates while he keeps Nick's cock warm.
He breathes steadily, and starts the process of loosening up his throat muscles, just in case Nick wants to do it that way later.
He stares at the tiny indentations in the walls.
He daydreams listlessly about his wedding to Nick - where he wants it to be, what he wants to wear, how many people they're going to invite - and his spirit undergoes a dissolution, in that time, as his very consciousness gradually turns to liquid, spilling out in all directions, flowing into the spaces between each pulse of sensation, as, very slowly, Nick's cock comes to life again in his loving, patient mouth.
Charlie has, in these moments, mere fragments of coherent thought - fleeting images, flashes of memory - most notably, the dull, persistent throb of his clit; he shifts positions, shyly, eager for even the most minutest of friction - while wordless desires glitter and refract inside his body.
"Baby," Nick says eventually, and Charlie's skin blooms with warmth that his Daddy is paying him attention again. "If I check, is your pussy going to be wet?"
Charlie nods. He doesn't believe he's ever been so wet or felt so submissive in his entire life, as he does in this exact moment.
"Are you sure?" Nick must be really getting off on this too because Charlie's throat, which has been dormant for the past hour, is now being put to work again, to swallow around the steady trickle of pre Nick is pulsing out of his tip and into Charlie's mouth. "You know I love to fuck boys with very wet pussies, don't you?"
Charlie nods his head again. He's legitimately concerned that he'll come just from a breath of cold air on his clit at this point, and he exhales long through his nose to calm himself down.
"You're always so fucking good to me. Fuck, baby," Nick says, his hands flying to the back of Charlie's head. "Beautiful. Who gave you permission to look this pretty with a dick in your mouth, hey?"
Charlie just blinks up at Nick, unable and unwilling to respond. He's not going to do one single fucking thing this evening unless Nick orders him to.
"You know you were made for me, don't you, honey? This mouth, this body. All for me."
"Mmm," Charlie vibrates around Nick's dick.
"Suck me, honey. Go on, fucking suck on me," Nick demands gruffly, and Charlie repositions on his knees, shakily, so he can put his face in Nick's lap and bob his head up and down on Nick's cock. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that. That's perfect, baby boy. Just how I like it."
Charlie bounces his mouth up and down Nick's length with hollow cheeks and a flat tongue, groaning his pleasure out of a small gap at the side of his lips each time he gets to the tip, where he pauses to give a firm suck, slurping on Nick's fat crown, lapping up every tiny droplet of pre and gulping it down, moaning as he goes, so Nick can hear his pleasure, as he takes what his boyfriend gives him into his body.
"Take your time, baby. There's no rush," Nick is stroking Charlie's fingers, where Charlie has them splayed out on the top of Nick's thighs while he suckles his way up and down Nick's cock. "Oh, that's...shit, yeah, baby."
"Mmm," Charlie moans, his whole body aflame, his pussy aching as he soaks his mouth around his boyfriend, licking kittenishly at the tip.
"So good for me," Nick murmurs, cupping Charlie's jaw gently with one hand. "You love being on your knees for me, don't you? Tell me who you do this for."
Charlie pops off. "For my Daddy."
"And what do you do for your Daddy?"
"I suck his cock for him."
"That's my good boy," Nick murmurs encouragingly, as Charlie immediately plunges back on to Nick's dick, and he feels Nick's hands travel to the back of his head, where Nick laces his fingers through Charlie's curls. "I'm so lucky to have you. I love how much you want to make me feel good. You mean everything to me, cheri. You know you're only like this for me, right? No one else gets to have you."
Charlie shakes his head, almost wanting to cry with the thought of it; the thought that anyone or anything would ever dare separate him from Nick.
"Lean back, honey, and hold still for me a second," Nick asks, and Charlie freezes in response, allowing Nick to use his hands to pull Charlie's head back by the curls on the back of his head, and Nick shuffles forward in his desk chair, until he's sitting on the edge of it, then, from this new angle, he starts smacking his hips into Charlie's face.
Charlie drools with delight, moaning as he softens his throat and channels all his breath through his nose, so Nick can fuck into him more comfortably.
Nick pulls back, dragging his cock over Charlie's tongue, and, with a thick groan, he pushes back in, holding Charlie's head firmly in place, ramming his mouth with hungry and breathy little pants of pleasure. Charlie takes every thrust readily, fluttering his eyes shut, hardly able to believe anything feels so good, so all-consuming.
"Fuck, honey, a-amazing," Nick exhales as he fucks Charlie's face, his hips bouncing off Charlie's mouth, balls slapping to Charlie's chin, as he holds Charlie tight to his own body. Nick's cock is a beautiful, hot iron rod in Charlie's mouth; making his world blur and spin, filling his mouth, overtaking his every sense, and his thighs are quivering under the wave of an approaching orgasm. Nick keeps this up, for several minutes, full of energy from blowing into Charlie's mouth more than an hour earlier.
He doesn't seem to want to come, he doesn't seem to want anything except to plunge his dick into Charlie's mouth with great snaps of his hips, pausing sometimes, sealing his balls to Charlie's lips with rolling, turbulent grinds.
"So precious, such a good boy," Nick pants, as he pounds his boyfriend's face. Thick strings of precum and saliva are freeing from Charlie's mouth with every draw, leaking from his lips, Charlie's insides lined with the load of Nick's previous session with him, and he's left in ecstatic curiousity as to whether he'll get to welcome the second burst into his mouth or into his pussy.
"Oh fuck, fucking hell, shit that's good. Oh baby," Nick gasps, and slows the thrusting. "You can let me out of your mouth now. Thank you," he continues, his voice like runny honey off a wooden dipper. "Thank you, my special boy. You kept me so warm. I love you. I love every part of you."
Charlie, with a hint of reluctance, draws his head back to release Nick's concrete-hard, thick dick from his aching mouth, trying to ignore his thirst for more drink.
He hopes...god he hopes this means...
"Now then, let's s-see," Nick takes a big breath. "Did your cunt get all wet and soft just from your Daddy fucking you in the mouth?"
"Yes, Daddy," Charlie exhales, blushing a little at Nick's absolutely filthy dirty talk. God he loves it. God he loves this man. "I w-want you so bad. Please. Please."
"But baby, are you ready for me?" Nick murmurs, reaching down under the desk and pulling Charlie into his lap effortlessly. Charlie spreads his legs and leans forward on Nick's chest, immediately and beautifully overcome by the strong rugby arms around him, and the heady scent of Nick's skin. "How do I know you're going to try hard enough to help Daddy fit, sweetheart?"
Charlie whimpers and cuddles in closer to Nick, his sopping wet pyjama shorts brushing against Nick's hammer hard dick.
"I promise, we'll make it fit, I swear," Charlie pants, while Nick kisses and licks Charlie's neck, and Charlie opens his legs further, rutting against Nick's cock.
"Will you get undressed for me please, baby?" Nick asks, and Charlie leaps off Nick, strips all his clothes off in a flash, and bundles himself back into his boyfriend's lap, where Nick embraces him - every part of him safe and utterly held.
"Now, let's make some room for Daddy, yeah?" Nick murmurs, parting Charlie's slit with a practiced hand. He runs his middle finger up and down, circling firmly on the base of his clit, which causes Charlie to cry out into the house, uncaring of who hears him. Nick then presses his forefinger inside, and Charlie whines, even one finger is so big, and he prods bluntly at Charlie's soft insides, slick and fluttering. Charlie rocks down onto Nick's hand and drips all over Nick's wrist.
"Oh Nick, oh baby, f-fuck, oh my god," Charlie rasps, as Nick spends a minute biting and licking his nipples, using his fingers to stroke and fondle Charlie's aching, red, hot clit.
"God you're so fucking wet, Char, baby, Jesus Christ," Nick groans, and he's pressing on Charlie's clit so hard and so heavy and perfect that Charlie feels it throb and swell and without any warning he's coming, he's just that pent up from all the cocksucking that Nick's barely touched him and Charlie is already flooding out onto Nick's hand, grinding against it, while Nick thumbs his clit with abandon.
"Nick!" Charlie yelps as he comes, thrashing his hips down onto his boyfriend's fingers. "Daddy, fuck, oh my god, oh my god..."
"Beautiful baby, god I love seeing you like this," Nick says quietly, his voice full of awe, as Charlie humps his hand. "So pretty. So fucking pretty when you come. My good boy."
"Fuck, I need...fuck..." Charlie is sweating now, gasping, his head falls on to Nick's shoulder when he begins to tremble out of it, when the spots in his vision start to reshape and realign to the contours of the room.
"What does my treasure need?" Nick asks.
"Fuck me...please," Charlie peeps out, planting wet kisses to the hinge of Nick's jaw.
"You gonna come for me again, cheri?" Nick murmurs, picking Charlie up with a vice-like grip around his hips. He swivels them around to face the bed. "Gonna come all over my cock this time?"
"Oh...pl-please," Charlie says, falling back on to the bed where Nick lays him, and hooks Charlie's calves over his shoulders, almost bending him in half. "Please Nick. Please, Daddy," Charlie adds again, raising his hips, his leaking cunt, up to Nick's hungry gaze. Nick's dick is still just hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, swaying stiffly; he's fully clothed, Charlie is completely naked, he opens his thighs as best he can, and Nick takes his cockhead in his hand and drags it through Charlie's puffy folds - hot and hard and pounding with blood.
"Such pretty begging, honey," Nick says, and Charlie whimpers at the compliment, as the blunt head of him catches Charlie's soaking hole. He whines as Nick starts to sink himself inside, his gut erupting in a thousand wildfires. By this point, he's so wet that Nick's cock slips into him easily.
It's perfect; the thickness, the weight, the sheer hot heat of it, that vein, dragging against Charlie's cock as he keeps pushing inside.
Once Nick's in, he stays in - hilted entirely, barely drawing his hips back at all - just grinding in to be closer to Charlie - as if frightened to leave the warmth of Charlie's pussy.
"Oh baby," Nick's eyelids droop and his mouth falls open. "Shit, honey, you're so fucking tight. Fucking incredible."
"Nick," Charlie gasps, gripping onto Nick's muscular biceps, digging his nails in. Nick leans down and kisses Charlie's neck, sucking on his skin there, and his bulk squashes Charlie at this angle, as he digs his heels into the carpet and ruts into where Charlie's lower half hangs, suspended, over the edge of their bed, Charlie's legs hoisted high in the air over Nick's shoulders, and, after a little while of this, Nick moves his thumb down, and starts steady circles over Charlie's exposed and aching cock.
"Love you baby, love your pussy, such a pretty pussy you have for me to fuck," Nick babbles, flicking Charlie's clit almost ferociously. Little drops of sweat are leaving his brow and falling on Charlie's face; he licks a drop into his mouth, wanting all of Nick, everything of Nick, anything Nick gives him. Nick is jamming it into his hole with vigour, with athleticism, while he huffs out warm little grunts into Charlie's neck, fucking Charlie mercilessly now, the room filling with the sloppy slap of their hips meeting, and Charlie feels himself start to fall, and he races towards that beautiful, soft, hazy place: the place where he doesn't have to do a single thing except be the boy Nick loves; be the boy Nick is fucking, the boy who gets to be lucky enough to take Nick's cock, over and over and over again.
"You've been so good to me," Nick says distantly; Charlie can hear the words float over him, as though Nick is speaking to him from a different end of a labyrinth of caves. "I love watching you fall apart for me. Feel me, darling? Feel how much I adore you?"
There's a long pause, after that. Charlie thinks Nick is nipping gently on the jut of his collarbone, but, he's not sure. There's a dick, a big one, drilling into his pussy - he knows that for sure. There's a torrent of sensation sweeping through him, one that pushes out all thoughts, all sense of rationality, all understanding of himself, and the world, and his place in it - leaving nothing but pure, golden feeling.
The world, to Charlie, right now - while his boyfriend pounds his cunt - is narrowed, and ceases to exist in any space outside of the heat of Nick's lips on his skin, and the pull of the everlasting infinite within his soul.
He's surrendering to the firestorm.
He's anchored, in turbulent seas, by nothing except Nick's promise that he is beloved, that he is safe.
There's nothing rough or sharp or even with the faintest edge - everything - his body, his memories, his very being - is curved and swirling, melting into a pleasure so intense it borders on spiritual.
Charlie cannot remember what it's like to feel even the slightest pain.
There's only this: the graze of Nick's hands over his body.
The words Nick whispers; echoes vibrating through a waterfall.
The thick cock he's creaming all over.
Charlie is a gift, being offered willingly, and in return, he's receiving a pleasure that's devastating; a tide, pulling him under.
"Let go," Nick's voice is a sun-dappled light, cracking through clouds. "I've got you. I'll take care of you."
Charlie's cunt flutters as it squeezes down around Nick's cock, the delicious feeling of coming around something so thick and hot setting off tiny ticking electric booms in every corner of his body. Charlie can't feel a single thing, except for the skin of his own back, twisting in the cool bed linens, and how his clit blossoms open like a rose under Nick's thumb, and the way the blood pounds through Nick's erection as he fucks his boyfriend through his second orgasm.
Nick and Charlie shudder in unison, with their whole bodies, and Charlie has just barely enough wits about him to throw his arms around his boyfriend's neck and draw him close, while Nick bruises his hips, and his dick throbs inside him, filling him to the brim, and Nick brings his lips to Charlie's mouth for a hot, insistent, open mouthed kiss - their first one of the entire evening - as he begins to spill.
Hot, slippery strings of cum shoot into Charlie's waiting pussy, while Nick grips him hard by the ass and mashes their hips together.
"That's it," Nick groans into Charlie's mouth, pouring his load into his boyfriend. "You're mine. Oh, Char, baby, all mine."
Charlie can feel the edge of the subspace trickle away; he tries chasing it while Nick continues to empty himself inside him.
But he starts to become aware of sensation again; each clench and pulse of Nick's cock, rocketing another jet of cum into his cunt.
It takes a while, but Nick's cock stops twitching.
He stays curled over Charlie while he goes slowly soft inside him, licking so very gently at the bites he's left behind on Charlie's neck.
It is over. Charlie thinks he's okay. He really does.
He's panting hard, breathless, floating, soaring on the high of what he and Nick just did together...it's nothing short of dizzying, as though he's swaying on the edge of the spinning top of a galaxy.
But, the moment Nick pulls his softening cock out of Charlie's pussy, and Charlie starts to feel the way Nick's hot seed seeps out of him, he feels a rush of unexpected cold - and, like a ship caught in a sudden squall, Charlie's euphoria of the previous moment gives way to something dark...something frightening.
Nick is reaching for something to wipe Charlie with; he hasn't yet spotted it, the way the bottom of a hollow chamber opens up inside Charlie, and his whole chest falls through it - sharp, cruel, dark - as a panic sets over him, at the loss of Nick inside him, at the loss of Nick fucking him, controlling him, adoring him, and his breathing fireworks up into short, shallow bursts, as the frames of his eyes begin to blur the outline of the room, as the heavenly happiness of being filled - of being loved - rushes out of him.
Leaving only emptiness.
He opens his mouth and says "Nick," calling for help, but no sound comes out, as Nick has turned his back only momentarily, to get his towel off the hook off the back of his door, and to put his sweatpants back on, so Charlie tries again, but Nick doesn't turn around quite fast enough, it's not his fault - Nick's, that is - but Charlie is desolate, and feels absurdly abandoned in that moment.
He has no raft; he starts to drift.
The once sensual light from Nick's bedside lamp suddenly feels too dim, and the shadows are pressing too close to Charlie's bones, and the air itself is turning heavy.
Charlie's skin prickles; no longer humming with the pleasure of Nick's touch, but now - bare, exposed, as though the warmth of the world has fled, and left him here for dead.
Sounds become distant, muffled...Charlie is faintly aware of the look of concern leaping across Nick's face as he turns around and sees his boyfriend lying on the bed, reaching out for him, unable to speak, but Charlie is falling too fast to give shape to Nick's words, and instead, only hears his voice as a tinny tone, faraway, as though he's in a diving bell, and Nick is swimming underwater beside him, and he's speaking to Charlie, but Charlie cannot hear him - trapped in the glass contraption, separated from his love.
Charlie is blinking rapidly; the room is warping and tilting like he's caught in a waking dream, and panic simmers beneath the surface - foreign, unwelcome...this hasn't ever happened before - and it makes him feel small, unsteady...untethered.
But then, through the haze, through the dull sounds - comes a touch.
Nick's hand is firm, but gentle on his cheek - so gentle it feels like a prayer.
"Charlie. My love," Nick's voice is low and calm, and it cuts through chaos: impossibly sure. "Hey. Hey, honey. Hey. I've got you. I'm right here."
Tears prickle at the corners of Charlie's eyes as Nick pulls him close, cradling him like a fragile bird. Strong arms wrap around his trembling frame, as though Nick is shielding him from an invisible storm.
"Breathe with me, love," Nick murmurs, his lips brushing against Charlie's temple in a tender kiss. Nick is modelling a breathing pattern for Charlie - a deep exhalation and inhalation; Charlie tries to follow but it's half-hearted. "You're safe. You're so safe. I promise."
Nick licks around Charlie's sore, stretched lips, giving Charlie some damp where his mouth has turned to dry.
Sustenance.
"I'd follow you through fire just to keep you safe, Char," a voice, Nick's, presumably, is saying. "I've got you, my darling boy. I'm not going anywhere."
Charlie clings to Nick, burying his face into the crook of Nick's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his home.
Nick presses their chests together; the steady beat of Nick's heart against his own begins to chip away at the icy panic that, moments ago, seized his chest. Nick's big hands stroke his back in reassuring circles.
"You're so strong. I'm so proud of you," Nick is whispering. He's saying the words like they're vows. "You're my safe place. You're my whole world, Charlie. I can't believe I get to be the one who loves you."
With every tender word, the tension is easing.
Nick's fingers are circling through his curls, scratching and dragging soothingly on his scalp, his lips gliding over his shoulders - holding Charlie with an everlasting affection and gentleness.
"You did so well, my love," it's as though Nick's voice is a balm, and he's using his hands to spread it all over Charlie's body, to soothe any burn, to heal any scar. "The way you open up to me is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. You're incredible. You are so brave to give me this side of you. I'll never take it for granted."
Somehow, Nick has procured a bottle of water. Had he left for a moment? Charlie can't be sure. Perhaps the weight of Nick's words held him safe while he went to fetch it. Charlie's jaw is aching from before and the water is suddenly desperately needed. Nick helps Charlie sit up to take a few sips, his steady hand, with it's thumb stroking Charlie's skin, never leaving Charlie's shoulder.
"I love you," Nick says, his voice cracking with such raw honesty, breaking through ever more of Charlie's fog. His imploring eyes are seeking out Charlie's. Charlie lifts his lashes to meet his boyfriend's gaze, only momentarily; he's still not fully there. He nestles back into Nick's chest, closes his eyes, and makes himself into a shape to be held. "You're my favourite person to take care of. I'm going to spend my whole life giving you all the love I have in my heart - you know that?"
Bit by bit - Charlie feels himself returning to the world.
The room is getting brighter - warmer - as if the shadows are being banished by Nick's devotion.
Nick is holding him so close, kissing him with such tenderness as to make his heart explode. The chill of his drop is thawing under the heat of Nick's body, wrapping him up tightly.
He starts to feel whole again - he's being stitched back together - by every soft kiss pressed into his skin - by every beautiful word falling from Nick's lips and into his chest.
"Do you think you're feeling ready to look at me, my love, or breathe with me? It's okay if you're not," Nick whispers, lips brushing over Charlie's forehead like the lightest patter of rain.
He is.
Charlie opens his eyes to find Nick's gaze scattered all over his face, his eyes pooled and brimming with love.
Charlie lets out a shaky exhalation in time with how Nick is guiding him. They breathe intentionally together, in and out, for half a minute or so, smiles creeping on to their faces as they gaze at one another.
Nick is still holding him, stroking his back in slow, rhythmic patterns. Nick's hands travel over his shoulders, down his arms, tracing all the soft lines of Charlie.
"There you are," Nick says, his voice breaking with affection. "There's my beautiful boy. Stay with me, Char. You're so safe, darling. You're so loved. I'll never let you go. I love you."
Charlie feels it.
He lets himself sink into that safety, that love - lets it wind around his heart with a tightly-drawn string.
"Hi," Charlie says to his boyfriend, after another minute, smiling at him.
He's restored.
He knows Nick will never leave him. He knows Nick is in love with him. He knows Nick wants to be with him forever.
"Hi," Nick beams, his eyes cashmere-soft.