His eyes widen, eyebrows raise, and lips purse in dismay. The damage has already been done.Ĭharlie’s upper arms are exposed, and it doesn’t take long for Nick’s gaze to fall upon what’s laying there. He retracts his grasp on his sweater and backs away quickly.īut it’s too late. Upon hearing him, Nick halts all movement. Normally, this is more than okay, but right now- oh fuck.Ĭharlie’s words come out abruptly and urgently, “Wait-Nick.”
He doesn’t even realize until it’s happening: fingers resting along the sleeves of Charlie’s sweater are tugging upon the fabric and rising, the material climbing up his body. He holds Charlie’s wrists down, pinning him against the bed, smiling at him as he squirms underneath his grasp, until he eventually surrenders and lets Nick take control.Įverything happens so fast raw need intensifies through Charlie’s pleasantly dispersed mind. Nick presses his lips deeply against Charlie’s once more as he lays atop him, flashing a cheeky grin. Bodys tangle, and hands graze countless areas of bare skin-until they share one knowing, smug glance. Charlie’s fingertips trace Nick’s arm, an adoring warmth fading onto his face.įor a while, they bask in each other’s sublime tastes, daring touches, and effortless adoration. Nick’s lips drift across Charlie’s neck, licking and sucking fresh marks into his skin. Hearts quicken their pace as silky lips collide and blossom into more. It’s near midnight the boys are laid down upon Nick’s bed, sloppily making out, as passion flourishes and heat thrives. Tongues are twisting and breathing is falling heavy electricity builds like fireworks through warm, velvety skin.
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