Page 73 of Pages of My Heart
Thomas grabs the Vaseline and then Charlie’s hand, leading them out to the dining room.
“What are we doin’ in here?” he asks, feeling stupid.
“Remember when we first moved in, and we used this table for more than just eating? Because I remember you enjoying it very much. Now it’s my turn.”
Thomas opens the Vaseline jar and slams it down on the table. There’s fire in his eyes. A fire Charlie hasn’t seen since Bloomington. For a moment they just stare at one another,breaths quickening, and then Charlie hurls himself at Thomas, kissing him hard and rough. He sucks and bites, then pushes his tongue inside. Thomas responds eagerly, so Charlie tugs roughly on Thomas’s cock a few times before pulling away.
“Turn around.” His heart races with the thrill of it, and he pushes Thomas’s face down onto the table.
“Give it to me, Charlie. I want it. I want you.”
Dipping into the Vaseline, he coats two fingers and slowly pushes them inside Thomas’s tight ass. He pumps them in and out a few times before curving his fingers to find that pleasure point. Thomas pants shallowly, and Charlie knows it must burn, being stretched quickly when Thomas is not used to it. “Should I keep going?”
“Yes. I don’t care if it hurts. See how hard I am for you?”
Charlie’s eyes drop to Thomas’s impressive length, noting the wet tip and the pronounced veins. “Touch yourself,” he orders, his body burning hot with desire.
As Thomas strokes himself, Charlie removes his fingers and dips back into the Vaseline, slicking up his own length and stroking it to full hardness. Charlie sinks in as slowly as his self-control will allow, then runs his palm up Thomas’s broad back, letting it come to rest on the back of his neck. Mixed emotions rush through him as he acknowledges how aroused he is, holding Thomas down while deep inside him.
“Charlie,” Thomas moans, his voice full of surrender. “Fuck me hard like you want. Give it to me.”
Thomas’s filthy mouth makes his cock jerk. They don’t speak like this to each other very often during sex—only on the rarest of occasions, usually when they’re fighting. And even then, it has always been Charlie on the receiving end. Grabbing Thomas’s hip with his good hand, he starts to thrust, slow and deep at first, then harder as Thomas relaxes around his girth.
“Tommy, tell me what you want.”
“Harder, Charlie. Faster. Give it to me. Take what you need. I’m yours.”
Charlie pumps his hips fast, grunting as he slams into Thomas, already close to release. “You’re mine, Tommy. Nobody else’s. You waited forme.”
“Yes, Charlie. All yours. Oh god . . . you feel so fucking good. I’d wait for you forever.”
The force of Charlie’s orgasm makes his knees buckle, the sensation of releasing fully sheathed inside such a tight heat making it a struggle to stay upright. He collapses over Thomas’s back, placing soft kisses on his sweaty skin. When he gets his breathing under control, he stands up and pulls out slowly. Thomas is on him instantly, kissing him, arms encasing him, and still hard between their bodies. Charlie takes a firm hold of Thomas’s length and strokes, and moments later, Thomas is spilling onto their stomachs.
“I love you above all others, Charlie. You remember that, don’t you?” Thomas is still breathless, eyes almost black with urgency.
Charlie nods. He needs to try harder, do better. For Thomas. The words get lost in his throat, but he answers Thomas with an affirming kiss.
Day 10: Thomas
“Charlie, just tell me why.”
“You know why. Just stop.” Charlie’s eyes remain glued to his plate.
Thomas stands and takes his own plate into the kitchen. They had a good day yesterday—Charlie’s mood was better, and he did his exercises without complaint. He thought they had turned a corner, but everything about their situation is one step forward and two steps back, and he supposes it’s high time he accepted that. When he returns to the dining room table, Charlie is still staring at his uneaten breakfast.
“You need to eat. Can I make you something else?”
“No. I’ll eat it. Just—stop with all the talk about buying a house. I don’t wanna look cause there ain’t any point.”
“You were the one who wanted us to buy our own home. Somewhere we could grow old together. Why are you changing your mind now?”
Charlie sighs loudly, and Thomas closes his eyes, trying to stay calm.
“Things are different now. I ain’t got a fuckin’ job, for one. You think I’m gonna be able to contribute to payments on a house from the pennies I’m gettin’ from Uncle Sam?”
“The bank manager has approved me for a loan. I can make the payments until you get a new job. And who says you need a new job, anyway? You might get the use of your arm back if you keep doing your exercises. Or maybe Jimmy can use you for something else around the garage, like the bookkeeping.”
“I don’t want you payin’ for a house while I sit on my ass at home! And Jimmy ain’t gonna rehire me—I’m a fuckin’ cripple, O’Reilly.”