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Shane

C harlie falls asleep right as the movie starts to get good. I don’t know how he’s able to after he slept for like four hours earlier. I pull my phone from my pocket, seeing that it’s past eleven, and toss it towards the end of the bed as I adjust my position.

This isn’t relaxing at all. My lower back is on fire with the angle I’m sitting at along with Charlie’s added weight. I try sitting up but then Charlie’s head falls off my chest and slides down my stomach. I awkwardly catch him before he hits my lap. We’re sitting too close otherwise I’d lay him down like earlier, but this angle is weird.

I slowly slide out from under him and lay him down as I get off the bed. Walking around to the side, I maneuver him until he’s lying correctly, with his head on a pillow. I climb over him as gently as I can and sit down behind him. Grabbing the blankets, I drape them over us as I lay down. I turn so I’m looking at the back of his head and scoot as close to him as I can without cuddling him. He still has a faint scent of my body wash on him, and I unabashedly take in a long whiff.

Fucking perfect.

I can’t see the movie from back here, not that I care all that much, so I move in behind him until my chest hits his back. I bend my knees and bring them under his bent ones, keeping space between my pelvis and his ass. I slowly snake my right arm under his pillow and gently pull him to me.

He feels right in my arms.

I nuzzle the back of his neck before placing a small kiss at the base.

“Goodnight beautiful boy,” I whisper before closing my eyes.

‘All I want is a little of the good life. All I neeeeed-is to have a good time. Oh-oh-oh-uh-oh. The good life.’

I’m startled awake by The Good Life by Three Days Grace blasting from somewhere. The song ends, but not thirty seconds later, it starts up again. I sit up and look around Charlie’s dark room. His TV is now off, making the only source of light coming from his phone screen, which is also what’s blaring the song.

I lean over Charlie to see who’s calling him in the middle of the night. I can’t see the screen since we’ve managed to move to the center of the bed, so I reach over him and use my fingertips to inch the phone off the flat charger and bring it closer. I grab it right before it falls into the crack between the bed and nightstand. The screen is so bright that I need to squint to get the image on the screen to focus. When I do, a picture of Benji and Charlie becomes clear. Benji is standing next to Charlie with his arm wrapped around his shoulders, smiling wide, while Charlie has a small, closed-lip smile.

The screen goes black when the song stops and a second later a message from Benji pops up. Only the first few words are visible but it’s enough for me to know it’s not an emergency, so I don’t have to wake Charlie.

Benji: Happy b-day to me!

It’s his-their birthday? Why didn’t Charlie say anything? I look at the time and date on his phone. Two thirty-one AM, October second. And why the hell did he text Happy Birthday to him and not Charlie? Was he celebrating his birthday on Friday at the frat house? I know Benji was being loud about his birthday coming up and was yelling for everyone to do twenty-one shots with him. I wish I knew Charlie was his brother so he wasn’t celebrating alone.

But why didn’t Benji invite him in or at the very least do a birthday shot with him?

Maybe they don’t have a good relationship. I look down at Charlie and wonder what was going through his head when Benji was heard throughout the house celebrating.

I’m about to put his phone back when it pings with another text message.

Lily: Happy Birthday Charlie Jax Alexander!! Twenty-one Shots! Shots! Shots!

Lily is such a firecracker. She’s a bit wild, but something tells me he needs that in his life. I don’t know much about her, but I can tell she cares about him.

I reach back over him to place his phone back on the charger and lay back down. He rolls over and snuggles into my side, burrowing his nose in my armpit and draping an arm over my chest. I place my hand on top of his and let out a sigh, kissing the top of his head and closing my eyes.

I wake up a few hours later to another Avatar movie playing. This one is on water instead of in the forest.

I stretch my arms out and find Charlie’s side cold. I lean up on my elbow and search the dark room for him. He’s not on the bed or at his desk and the light isn’t on in the bathroom. His bedroom door is cracked so maybe he went to get something to drink.

But when I sit up, the top of his messy dark hair comes into view on the side of the bed.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I lay on my stomach so my head’s hanging off the side of the bed right next to his.

He doesn’t say anything, only stares blankly at the movie. I wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention, but he doesn’t even blink. I place both hands on the floor, walking them forward, and slide off the bed until my knees hit the floor. I sit on my ass right next to him and wrap my arm around his waist. He slowly lowers his head to my shoulder, still staring at the TV.

“Are you ok?” I look down at him, moving his longer hair out of his face.

He starts to nod but then shakes his head once and closes his eyes.

“Want to talk about it?” I use my thumb to rub the side of his face, feeling his warm soft skin.

“No,” he whispers.

I tilt my head so it’s on top of his, still stroking his face. This isn’t the way anyone should start their birthday.

I look up at the TV trying to figure out what’s happening so I can tease Charlie about it, but I haven’t the slightest clue as to what is going on. It also doesn’t help that it’s muted and that vampire guy from Twilight is now at Hogwarts. I watch it for a few minutes, but I’m still lost when I feel my shirt getting wet. Looking back down at Charlie, whose eyes are still closed, tears slowly roll down his cheek and hit my shoulder. I bring my thumb up to his eye and gently wipe away the lingering tears.

“Please talk to me, beautiful. I hate that you’re this sad on your birthday. I want to help.” I push his hair back and press a lingering kiss on his forehead.

I hear him suck in a shuddering breath a second before he’s climbing into my lap, straddling me. He leans forward, placing his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes closed. His hands are on my shoulders and he’s taking deep breaths. I match it with my own and help him slow down.

When he’s breathing steadily, he slowly opens his eyes, and I’m stunned in place by how gorgeous he is. His eyes are almost glowing gold with the light coming from the TV hitting them just right. He looks into my eyes, and I swear I stop breathing when he rolls his hips. He doesn’t look away as he does it again…and again. My dick fills with every roll of his hips, and I can feel him growing hard against my lower stomach.

My cock gives a hard thump against his ass and it’s like the sign he was waiting for. He grabs the sides of my neck and crashes his mouth to mine.

Fuck yes!

As I rake my fingers through the back of his hair, I use my other hand to grab his ass and encourage him to rock faster. We’re both breathing hard with our mouths open, our foreheads still touching. He tilts his hips down so he can get more friction against my pelvis. He lets out the softest mewl when I move my hand lower on his ass.

“You like this baby?” I ask as I move my fingers to the spot between his ass and balls and push up on it.

He nods quickly and lets out another whimper. “More. Please. More.”

“Anything for you beautiful.” I slide my hand into the back of his pants and move my hand back down to where it was, rubbing my middle finger on his taint while my thumb finds his hole. I circle it a few times as his whimpers turn into moans.

“Please, Shane. Oh, fuck. Please.”

Between the begging and him saying my name like that, it has me close to coming already.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.” I stretch my fingers and grab his balls. Tugging them back so I can keep playing with his hole.

His head drops to my shoulder when I place my other hand on the small of his back forcing even more friction on his dick.

“Make me come, Shane. Please. Please make me come,” he moans next to my ear.

I move my hand that was on his back under his hoodie and glide my fingertips toward the front of his hip. With my other hand, I add pressure to his hole, enjoying the fuck out of the moan he lets out. Moving my hands at the same time, I dip below the front of his pants as I break through his tight entrance.

“Ooohhh…F-fuck…Shane…Nugh…”

He bites down on my neck as warm sticky liquid hits my fingers as his ass flutters around my thumb.

He exploded before I even touched him.

That’s so fucking hot.

He’s still attached to my neck but he’s not biting down anymore, it’s more like a suckle. I slowly remove my thumb from his ass as he lets out a quiet whine.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” I wrap him in a hug and hold him until his breathing has calmed. When he pulls himself off my neck and sits up, his ass rubs on my still rock-hard length, causing a groan to escape me.

“You’re still hard.” He looks up at me from under his long lashes, looking adorably shy.

I buck my hips up and chuckle. “I am. There’s a hot as fuck guy who just came sitting on my lap.” I lean forward, nipping his bottom lip. “Do you want to take care of it for me?” I whisper against his lips.

“I-I don’t know how.” He looks down at his hands, which are fidgeting with the hem of my shirt that has risen, exposing my lower abs.

I lift his chin with my finger and bring those beautiful eyes back on me. “I can show you. Do you want to help me or just watch?”

He swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob. He scoots back so he’s sitting on my thighs and reaches for the top of my shorts. I lift my ass as he pulls my shorts and boxer briefs down enough to expose my throbbing dick and balls. He licks his lips looking down, making it jump.

I spit in my palm and grab my length. I start to stroke up and down, adding a twist when I get to the crown. He doesn’t take his eyes off my cock as I pleasure myself. His hands are on my thighs, slowly inching closer to my balls.

I’m getting close, watching him watch me. “I love playing with my balls when I jerk off. The double stimulation is heaven. Want to help me with that, baby?”

His right hand slides up my thigh and cups my balls. His hands are as soft as the rest of him, and it feels fucking amazing. He rolls them around as I spit in my hand again then tighten my grip as I move up and down my shaft faster.

He moves his left hand up past mine and rubs my slit, smearing the pre-cum. My breathing picks up as he leans in and blows on my tip.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come. Do that again, baby.”

As he does, he also gives my tight balls a gentle tug.

And I explode.

Cum shoots out in an arc and lands everywhere.

I must blackout for a second because when I come to, Charlie is sitting back on my thighs with the brightest pink cheeks. He’s still looking at my lap, but he has a small grin on his face. Along with some of my cum.

“Beautiful,” I say breathlessly while leaning forward to wipe off the cum with my finger.

He looks at my finger when I pull away from his face, licking his pretty pink lips.

“Do you want to taste?” I bring it to his lips but he hesitates.

“I’ve never tasted cum before. B-but I want to…” He drifts off looking down at the sticky streak on my finger.

I think I have a virgin on my hands.

“You want to what, Charlie? You can try it if you want, but you don’t have to if you aren’t ready. There’s no rush. And believe me, there’s plenty more where that came from,” I wink.

He snorts and rolls his eyes. “That was a cheesy line.” He bites his bottom lip. “And I want to…to taste you. But…” He stops again, thinking this through.

“But?”

“But what if I don’t like it? What if I gag? What if I puke on you? What if-“

“Charlie, stop. You’re thinking about it too much. It’s only a drop and believe me, you’ll know pretty quick if you like it or not,” I chuckle, trying to calm his nerves. “And if you don’t like it or it’s not for you, then that’s ok. I would never want anyone to force themselves to like something.”

He nods along with what I’m saying, but I’m not sure if he heard me. He grabs my hand and brings my finger to his mouth. Closing his eyes, his pink tongue sticks out and swipes along the pad of my finger. He makes a “mmm” sound, then puts my finger in his mouth and sucks.

He's making me hard again with all the little noises he’s making. He has no idea how sexy he looks right now.

As he lets my finger go with a wet pop, he slowly opens his eyes and smiles shyly. He looks down, noticing that I’m half-hard, and raises an eyebrow at me.

“What? You were sucking my finger and making sexy-as-hell sounds. What did you expect to happen?” I laugh. “I take it you like the taste of my cum?”

“It was okay.” He shrugs like he didn’t just make out with my finger.

“Okay? Are you sure about that? Because it sounded a lot better than okay,” I tease.

“Fine. It was good. Happy?,” he says playfully, smiling big enough that both dimples come out.

I poke them and lean in until my lips touch his. “Very,” I whisper before diving in for a kiss. My tongue traces the seam of his lips, and then I bite down on his lower lip, causing him to gasp. I deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He kisses me back with the same intensity. By the time we pull apart, gasping for air, I’m almost hard again, and Charlie looks blissed out.

“Let’s get cleaned up. You can’t be comfortable with cum drying in your pants.” I give him a quick kiss before he stands up on shaky legs. He holds out his hands to help me up from the floor.

Standing up, I look down at the mess on my lap. Not wanting to get cum on my boxers or shorts, I push them down and step out. Pulling my shirt off next, I add it to the pile. I head for the bathroom, but Charlie is looking around like he’s lost.

“What’s up?” I step up to him and grab his hips so he doesn’t turn away from me.

He quickly looks from the floor to my face. He has that frightened look again. My eyebrows bunch together in confusion.

Why would he be scared? Did I say something? I look at him as small tremors shake his body.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.” I wrap him in my arms and gently squeeze him. He buries his face in my bare chest, taking quick, short breaths. “Charlie, you need to slow your breathing down. You’re going to hyperventilate. Try to match my breaths.” I take slow breaths until he’s doing the same, bringing it back to normal.

“I-I…I’m sorry. I c-can’t…” He doesn’t finish as he looks at the bathroom door.

Not sure what he’s trying to say, I stay quiet while running my hands up and down the sides of his hoodie. It’s at this moment that I realize that he’s still fully dressed and I’m naked.

I didn’t see any part of him.

If he’s a virgin like I think he is, then there’s a good chance he’s never been naked near another guy.

“Do you want me to take a shower first then you can take one after? Or you can go first and I’ll wait here.”

He looks up at me in shock.

“How d-did you know?”

“Intuition I guess,” I shrug, backing up some in case he’s uncomfortable.

He wraps his arms around himself and nods.

“You can go first since you’re already naked.” His cheeks start to turn pink as he looks away.

Chuckling, I walk past him to the bathroom door but stop before opening it. I turn to him and smile. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”