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Shane

I wake to a naked Charlie spread out over me. His left half is on me with his right side connected to me from chest to toe with his face buried in my armpit. He must really like the smell of my deodorant if he seeks it out in his sleep.

I hold his hand that’s resting on my chest as I recall yesterday. The day was perfect from start to finish. I got Charlie to smile and laugh and just relax for the whole day. I’m still shocked he asked me to fuck him. I wasn’t going to ask him, but I am glad that he didn’t wait too long.

But then that brings me to the moment when I found those scars on his inner thighs. There are so many. Most of them are scared over and a shiny pale pink color but he has a handful that have fresh scabs on them. I’ve never been around someone who cuts so I’m not sure how exactly to go about asking him about them. Or do I even ask him? Will being asked about them trigger him to cut again?

I’ll have to do some research later.

I also noticed all the little round indents along his arms. They look like burns from cigarettes. He has a few random tattoos that cover some of them, but it looked like the inside of his elbows and the side of his bicep that touches his ribs have the ones that are the reddest.

Then there’s that little fact about his mom supplying his pills. Are they his prescriptions that need to be filled by his therapists and she drops them off while he’s away at school? He said they help quiet the voices in his head and go numb. That doesn’t sound like he’s taking the right amount, more like too much if they make him numb.

And knowing that he has a troubled past, I think he uses the pills to blur the memory of whatever happened. I wonder if Benji knows what happened and if he’d even tell me. He didn’t seem happy to see Charlie at our game…for me.

Whatever. He can think whatever the fuck he wants as long as he doesn’t hurt Charlie.

Charlie shifts and turns his head. He’s still asleep with his face tilted up, giving me the perfect view of his slightly parted lips, long black eyelashes, and a sea of freckles. I lightly follow the smattering on top of his cheek and over his nose. His nose twitches at my touch followed by his eyes fluttering open, gracing me with those golden-brown beauties.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I go to kiss him, but he turns his face into my pec before I can. Chuckling I smooth back his wild dark hair. “What’s wrong?”

He says something but it’s muffled. He peeks up at me before he lifts his head up looking adorably shy.

“I have morning breath.” His cheeks turn a light pink as he bites that damn bottom lip.

I tug it free then pull him up, so his face is level with mine. “I don’t give a shit about your breath, baby. Kiss me.”

He hesitates for a second before pressing his lips to mine. He doesn’t open his lips, so I trace the seam with my tongue until he opens, and I surge forward, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He lets out a soft whimper as he rocks his hips into my lower stomach. With him laying on me, I tilt my hips so he can feel the tip of my dick nudge his ass cheek. He rocks back and slides it between his cheeks and holds it there.

I reach between us and find his leaking cock. I smear his pre cum down his shaft and give him a firm squeeze.As I get to his base, the sexiest moan slips through his lips.

“Slide down and line your dick up with mine. I want to show you something.” I kiss him before reaching for the lube that’s still out from yesterday. His soft skin rubs against mine as he moves down to straddle my hips.

He positions himself so the underside of our shafts are touching. I pour lube into my hand then wrap both of us in my grip. I rub the lube all over us then start stoking, being sure to rub over his slit. He’s about half the size of me so it’s a little awkward. He starts rocking his hips as I move my hand faster, making his tip hit the sensitive underside of my head.

“Fuck that feels good, baby.”

He rocks faster, sliding up until our cock heads are touching. I tighten my grip on the up stoke, adding a twist over our heads that are both leaking like sieves.

“Ahh…ohhh…Shane,” he pants as I keep my hand around our tips, shortening the stroking to right below the flared heads and back up. He’s breathing rapidly with each stroke, looking down at my hand. On my next upstroke, I drop my dick and rub my thumb up his frenulum and over his slit. He thickens as he snaps his head up and looks at me as he cries out and cums.

“Nuugghh…Sh-Shane…” He drops forward, his face in my neck as he continues to pant with little tremors shaking his body. After he’s recovered enough to sit up, he looks down at my still-hard cock. The head is a deep red and I can feel my pulse in it.

He scoops up his cum and uses it as lube as he wraps both hands around me, stroking up and down while twisting his wrists. He bends over and takes my tip into his mouth and sucks. I let out a long deep moan as he rubs his tongue over my slit.

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

That’s the only warning he gets as my balls draw up as intense pleasure shoots up my dick and into his warm mouth. He keeps sucking and swallowing my cum, making my toes curl. Pulling off with a wet pop, he licks the cum from my shaft that slipped past his lips. He looks up at me as he kisses my slit before licking his lips and climbing up my body. He slides his arms under my neck getting as close as possible before delivering the most intimate kiss I’ve ever had.

We kiss until I’m dizzy and have no choice but to pull back. His forearms fit perfectly under my neck as I lean my head back on the pillow and look up at his smiling face.

“Good morning,” he says before he lays down with his face tucked into the side of my neck.

I softly run my fingers up and down his knobby back, noting the way he tenses when I glide over the raised scars. I kiss his forehead as a loud clap of thunder shakes the bed, making Charlie jump so hard that he headbutts the side of my jaw. There’s a sharp sting followed by heat radiating from the spot.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He sits up quickly and hovers his hands over the spot that’s probably turning red. He looks like he’s battling himself on whether he should touch it or not. I grab his hand and gently place it on my burning skin, holding in a hiss from the sting that comes. “I-I didn’t mean t-to. I’ll go get an ice pack.”

I wrap my arms around him before he has a chance to escape. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse. Hockey player, remember?” I push his hair out of his eyes and give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I was going to ask what you’d like to do today but it looks like we’ll be stuck inside. Do you want to go home and work on some of your art pieces?”

He shakes his head. “I want to stay with you.”

“I’m not planning on leaving your side until I have to leave for practice tomorrow. So, whatever you want to do, I’m coming with you.”

“Okay.” He blushes as he looks down at our sticky stomachs. “We should probably clean this off before it starts itching.” He traces a path next to where his cum landed between my ab muscles then moves to where some of it is on my hip. His light touch tracing the V has my dick twitching beneath him. He smirks as he lowers his hand and runs his fingers through my short hairs then follows the trail of light brown hair up to my belly button. He circles it a few times before sliding both hands up and stopping with his thumbs over my nipples.

“If you do that,” I warn, “we’re going to have a repeat of what we just did. I have a short refractory period so I’m ready to go again.”

He licks his lips as he rubs his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. He only does it twice then places his hands on either side of my head on top of the pillow. He lowers his face until he’s a few inches away, eyes locked on mine. A soft smile crosses his lips right before he lowers all the way and kisses me. It’s a quick one but he still has that smile when he lifts back up.

“Your eyes remind me of this butterfly I saw when I was a kid. I was exploring the forest around my uncle’s cabin one day when I came across a meadow filled with these beautiful wildflowers. I sat on a log and watched as they moved in the breeze with all sorts of insects flying above them. I sat so still that a butterfly landed on my leg. Its body and the upper half of its wings were black and dark blue with orange spots on the tips. But the lower half was as bright as the summer sky. Its color captivated me for however many minutes it sat there as I studied the colors and pattern. Once it flew away, I looked up what type of butterfly it was. It’s called the Red Spotted Purple Butterfly which is funny because it wasn’t red or purple,” he lets out a soft laugh. “I spent the rest of the day drawing it, making sure I got all the details and colors right. I never saw another one for the rest of the summer or the following summers. When my uncle saw my completed drawing, he told me that having a Red Spotted Purple Butterfly land on you is a reminder to keep going and to trust in yourself.” He pauses and looks away as he sits up.

I follow so I can keep him in my arms. He blows out a long breath and then looks back with saddened eyes.

“I was going through some stuff that nobody knew about but when my uncle would say certain things…I think he knew. I wish he hadn’t. When we came back from spending the summer with him before I started high school, he gave me a hug so tight I couldn’t breathe and then drove away. I haven’t seen him since.”

A tear rolls down his cheek that he swiftly wipes away then gives me a fake smile that doesn’t bring out his dimples. I don’t know what to say about his uncle leaving. It sounds like they had a strong bond. Why would he leave?

I hug him to me and wrap his legs around my waist. His grip is tight and tears hit my shoulder. We sit here for a few minutes as he silently cries for his past relationship with his uncle. When his tears have slowed and he slackens his hold around me, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand. With one arm under his ass and the other still wrapped around his middle, I walk us into my bathroom and turn on the shower. I give it a second to warm then step under the warm spray with Charlie still in my arms. I let the water run down his back and smile when he starts to relax.

“Can you stand for me so I can wash your stomach and chest,” I ask into the side of his head.

He doesn’t say anything as he lets his legs drop. He stands in front of me looking down at the drain, arms hanging at his sides. I grab my sponge and bodywash and quickly wash him before doing the same to myself. Once we are clean, I dry us off and lace our fingers and head back into my room. He stops and looks at the rain hitting my window.

“I love when it rains.”

I grab two pairs of pajama pants and two long sleeve shirts out of my dresser and walk over to where he’s looking out the window.

“I do too. It’s perfect weather for cuddling on the couch and watching movies all day.” I kiss his shoulder making him shiver as he looks up at me.

I help him get dressed before putting my clothes on. Handing him the fleece blanket off my bed, I grab the two pillows then walk out to the living room. I toss the pillows in the corner and turn on the TV.

“Go ahead and pick whatever you want to watch. I have all the streaming networks, including Disney Plus. Which is where those blue alien movies are.” I wink at him as I head to the kitchen.

I whip up a quick breakfast of bagels and strawberries then head back to the living room. He’s sitting in the middle of the couch with the blanket over his legs watching TV.

Then I hear…a squeak? I look at the screen as I sit down next to Charlie and see one of the kids fighting against a massive shark/whale thing.

“I don’t remember this happening.” I hand him his bagel as I get situated in the corner seat. He holds up the end of the blanket as he scoots closer and drapes it over my legs.

“I fast-forwarded to my favorite part,” Charlie chuckles as he moves until we are touching from our shoulders down to our feet. I smile as he looks back to the TV while taking a bite out of his bagel. I do the same but pause when I see an even bigger whale thing take out the shark/whale. I glance over at Charlie, but he’s not paying me any attention. I guess I’m on my own to figure out what's happening.

We spend the rest of the day curled up together, watching both movies from the beginning.

I turn the TV off after the second movie and kiss the top of his head. He tilts his face up with a small smile on his lips. I lean down and kiss him. When I go to pull away, his hand comes up and pushes on the back of my head. I laugh as I bend back down for a deeper kiss.

This time when I pull away, he lets me. I check the time on my phone and see that it’s already past seven.Setting it back down, I run my fingers through Charlie’s thick hair.

“I have to take you back home soon. I don’t want to, but I also don’t want you to be stuck here tomorrow and miss your classes since all of us will be at practice and won’t be able to drive you.”

He nods and sits up. “Thank you for letting me spend the weekend with you.”

I sit up next to him and hug him to my side. “This weekend was perfect, baby.” I kiss his shoulder. “Other than the two to three hours for my games, I plan on spending every second of the weekends with you.”

He blushes. “I’ll try to make it to all your home games, but I can’t promise anything. If it’s a rough mental day, the loudness and number of people won’t help. I’ll try but-”

“But nothing,” I cut him off. “If you are having a day where everything is too much, the last place I’d want you to be is at a loud hockey game. I want you to come to me when you are struggling. I don’t care where I’m at or who I’m with. I will always be there for you.”

His lip wobbles as his eyes get glossy. Before he has a chance to bite his lip, I pull him to me and kiss him. I kiss him until he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

“Thank you, Shane.”