Eighteen (3/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:49:48 UTC
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Peter wasn’t overly fond of rehearsals, but ones like today’s-working out the kinks in new bits-where he didn’t have to don his stage costume and he got to yell at people (okay, he could yell whenever he wanted), those weren’t so bad.
It’d been a decent day altogether, actually. So far. He’d woken up in a pretty girl’s bed that morning, he’d had a handful of cocktails throughout the day, no vampires had shown their fangs in his general vicinity, and he was reasonably certain he’d see Charley before the show. Wasn’t there something about a book?
Being cheerful was a relatively new phenomenon for him, and he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. And it didn’t hurt matters that Charley basically attacked him with hands and lips, the second he walked into the penthouse.
Charley wasn’t as cheerful though. His hands were aggressive, tearing at both their clothes when they weren’t raking through Peter’s hair. The kid’s lips were almost bruising, tongue demanding entrance and claiming Peter’s mouth.
It might have been only seconds before they were both naked in his sitting room and Charley ripped his mouth away to trail hot kisses along Peter’s jaw and neck, nipping at the skin there before growling at him.
“We had plans last night, you know.” Oh, was he angry? Because he’d gone out with that chick? Jealousy, from Charley? Odd, that. And sort of… flattering.
“Did we?” He shouldn’t tease a Charley who was feeling possessive, but he couldn’t really resist.
“Yes.” Charley punctuated his answer by grabbing Peter’s arse and thrusting his hips.
“Not really,” Peter managed. Because it was mostly true. Come and get that book whenever you like isn’t plans. “And anyway,” he went on, “it’s what? Bros before hoes? She was gagging for it.” Which was also true. And she had gagged, just a little.
“Was she good at least?” Charley demanded, pushing them up against a window.
“Passable,” he squeaked as his bum hit the cold wall of glass.
“Is she going to quit when you don’t call her again?” Charley reached down and stroked Peter roughly.
Jealous Charley was endearing, but apparently when he got like this, he was also hot, so Peter pushed. “I might call her,” he said, as cheeky as he dared.
“Stop talking,” Charley grumbled, before releasing his cock, and pushing down on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter raised an eyebrow, but happily fell to his knees and took Charley’s cock into his mouth.
Charley moaned, not bothering to hold back a thing, just yanking at Peter’s hair and fucking his mouth with shallow thrusts.
Peter held on for the ride, adding what he could to make it good, his own excitement mounting quickly. Charley was by nature a fairly passive lover; he rarely was the one doing the fucking (and Peter was now sure that’s where this was heading), and never dominated things this way. It was fucking thrilling. Peter wondered if he dared let go of Charley’s hips to stroke himself, but instead concentrated on making the younger man come.
Charley suddenly pulled him off. “Stop, stop, stop.”
He sat back on his heels. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to come,” Charley answered, looking down at him, panting.
“So? You’re 18, you’ll be hard again in five minutes.” Peter made to resume his task, but Charley backed away.
“No.”
Oh, he really didn’t want to relinquish control. The kid was learning. Peter held up his hands, placating. “You’re in charge.”
Charley’s eyes flashed with something indeterminate before he got down on his knees as well, kissing Peter hard on the mouth, hands once again raking through his hair.
The kiss broke with both of them breathless. “I want-” Charley gasped out. “I need-” He collected himself a moment and tried again. “Gonna fuck you now.”
Eighteen (4/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:51:04 UTC
Peter smiled, grabbed Charley by the hair this time and kissed him quickly, teeth and tongue and need, before he pulled away and turned his back to him, stretching out on the floor.
He heard Charley fumble nearby for a few seconds, and then the snap of a plastic lid. A hand lightly smacked his thigh. “Up,” Charley demanded, and Peter complied, rising up on his elbows and knees.
He sighed in pleasure at the first touch of Charley’s fingers, readying him quickly and efficiently, like he’d done this a hundred times, instead of just of a couple. Or more like Charley couldn’t fucking wait.
Peter groaned. He couldn’t wait either. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he took himself in hand and stroked as he heard the condom packet being torn open and then felt Charley’s hand on his back. He pushed in slowly, letting Peter feel every inch of his cock.
“God, Charley,” he hissed.
“Okay?” A hint of concern, even now, with his intense lust driven by his confused feelings and bruised ego.
Peter shoved aside the wave of affection he felt wash over him and just pushed back against the other man’s hips. “Fuck yes. Do your worse, Brewster.”
Charley didn’t disappoint. He pulled back quickly, thrust right back in, setting a quick pace that had Peter’s eyes rolling back in his head. It was rough, it was possessive, it was so fucking good. Charley was grunting in that way he had when he was getting out of control, losing himself in the pleasure. And Peter, though he could barely think clearly, spared a thought to how he loved making him feel this way. And loved feeling just taken.
It didn’t take long at all for Peter to come. He half collapsed onto the floor and Charley didn’t miss a beat, stretching out above him and furiously thrusting, chasing his own orgasm. Peter moaned encouragingly and moved as best he could against him, reaching back, touching any part of him he could reach. And then Charley came, Peter feeling the shudder all through his own body, the kid’s hips snapping a few last times before stilling.
Charley rested, panting against him for only a few seconds before pulling back. Head pillowed against his arms, Peter listened to the sounds of him rustling about the flat. Eventually Peter mustered the strength to roll over. He saw that Charley was pulling on his clothes.
“You’re leaving?” He stretched, the slow, satisfied movement of the well-fucked, and enjoyed the flick of Charley’s eyes along his naked body. “Come to bed and indulge in some decadent late-afternoon lethargy before I have to get ready for the show.”
“Thanks,” Charley said slowly, like he was considering it. “But I gotta go.”
“Your paper?” Peter asked. “Blow it off.”
“It’s already finished.”
“Hot date?”
“Yeah, actually,” Charley said. “And I have to go home first. You remember Bee? Amy’s friend-cute, brunette?”
He hadn’t a clue.
“She came to your show, before Amy left for school? No? Nothing?”
He shook his head. His life was full of cute brunettes; he couldn’t be expected to remember all of them.
Eighteen (5/5)
anonymous
October 31 2011, 01:52:24 UTC
“Anyway, I’m meeting her for a movie.”
“So was that was this was about?” he asked, feeling his own tiny twinge of annoyance. He didn’t mind furious jealousy-fueled fucking, but he didn’t particularly care for being used either. “Clearing out the ole chamber so you don’t shoot too early later on?”
“Um…” Charley look distinctly uncomfortable.
“Suppose I’m more fun than a wank, anyway. But you know…” He chose his next words carefully, not sure how much he wanted to rock the boat, but decided he couldn’t let the kid think he was that oblivious. He stood and approached Charley, leaning in close to say hotly by the other man’s ear, “It didn’t really feel like just getting one out of the way. It felt like you were… staking a claim.”
Charley paused while buttoning his shirt. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. The only thing I stake is vampires.”
Peter felt the urge to make a saucy pun, but he resisted it, just. The mood wasn’t right.
“All right, fine. Go have fun on your date.”
“Look, I just wanted to fuck, that’s all.” Someone was getting defensive.
“Isn’t that what your lady friend is for?”
“Yeah, well… she’s not a sure thing.” Was Charley trying to wound him? For being a man-slut? That was almost… cute.
Peter laughed, all annoyance gone. He supposed they would need to have A Talk pretty soon, but for now, he’d be happy to fuck it out when issues came up. He reached out and ruffled Charley’s hair.
“Oh Charley, sometimes I forget how very young you are.”
Re: Eighteen (5/5)
anonymous
November 1 2011, 00:56:17 UTC
Wow! That was amazing. Confused relationship, brilliant characterisations and fucking hot! Loved how free their 'thing' is but also passionate and inevitable like it will always be there, something fierce and indomitable that will last no matter how much they fight or drift. Really well written, so many layers and stuff to make you think amid what would otherwise just be ol fashioned porn! Would so love to see you write more of these two, charley turning the tables, discussion and insecurity and more predatory make up sex!!!! Thanks so much!
Re: Eighteen (5/5) - OP here
anonymous
November 2 2011, 13:55:31 UTC
Hooray! Thank you so much for tackling this one anon, I know it must have been difficult to write this between these two and keep them in character, but you did it! I love that Charley is frustrated by his own feelings but still plays it off cool (for the most part), and I love that Peter is flattered and amused when Charley can no longer hold it in (so to speak). I just...I love them both so much!!!! And you, for filling this. :)
Re: Eighteen (5/5) - OP here
anonymous
November 2 2011, 18:04:06 UTC
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! Yeah it was a little difficult. Feelings is tricky things. Especially with these guys. And when it's a kinkmeme and maybe should be all about hot sex! ;)
Thank YOU for this prompt. It was nice living with it in my head for a while. :D
Peter wasn’t overly fond of rehearsals, but ones like today’s-working out the kinks in new bits-where he didn’t have to don his stage costume and he got to yell at people (okay, he could yell whenever he wanted), those weren’t so bad.
It’d been a decent day altogether, actually. So far. He’d woken up in a pretty girl’s bed that morning, he’d had a handful of cocktails throughout the day, no vampires had shown their fangs in his general vicinity, and he was reasonably certain he’d see Charley before the show. Wasn’t there something about a book?
Being cheerful was a relatively new phenomenon for him, and he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. And it didn’t hurt matters that Charley basically attacked him with hands and lips, the second he walked into the penthouse.
Charley wasn’t as cheerful though. His hands were aggressive, tearing at both their clothes when they weren’t raking through Peter’s hair. The kid’s lips were almost bruising, tongue demanding entrance and claiming Peter’s mouth.
It might have been only seconds before they were both naked in his sitting room and Charley ripped his mouth away to trail hot kisses along Peter’s jaw and neck, nipping at the skin there before growling at him.
“We had plans last night, you know.” Oh, was he angry? Because he’d gone out with that chick? Jealousy, from Charley? Odd, that. And sort of… flattering.
“Did we?” He shouldn’t tease a Charley who was feeling possessive, but he couldn’t really resist.
“Yes.” Charley punctuated his answer by grabbing Peter’s arse and thrusting his hips.
“Not really,” Peter managed. Because it was mostly true. Come and get that book whenever you like isn’t plans. “And anyway,” he went on, “it’s what? Bros before hoes? She was gagging for it.” Which was also true. And she had gagged, just a little.
“Was she good at least?” Charley demanded, pushing them up against a window.
“Passable,” he squeaked as his bum hit the cold wall of glass.
“Is she going to quit when you don’t call her again?” Charley reached down and stroked Peter roughly.
Jealous Charley was endearing, but apparently when he got like this, he was also hot, so Peter pushed. “I might call her,” he said, as cheeky as he dared.
“Stop talking,” Charley grumbled, before releasing his cock, and pushing down on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter raised an eyebrow, but happily fell to his knees and took Charley’s cock into his mouth.
Charley moaned, not bothering to hold back a thing, just yanking at Peter’s hair and fucking his mouth with shallow thrusts.
Peter held on for the ride, adding what he could to make it good, his own excitement mounting quickly. Charley was by nature a fairly passive lover; he rarely was the one doing the fucking (and Peter was now sure that’s where this was heading), and never dominated things this way. It was fucking thrilling. Peter wondered if he dared let go of Charley’s hips to stroke himself, but instead concentrated on making the younger man come.
Charley suddenly pulled him off. “Stop, stop, stop.”
He sat back on his heels. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to come,” Charley answered, looking down at him, panting.
“So? You’re 18, you’ll be hard again in five minutes.” Peter made to resume his task, but Charley backed away.
“No.”
Oh, he really didn’t want to relinquish control. The kid was learning. Peter held up his hands, placating. “You’re in charge.”
Charley’s eyes flashed with something indeterminate before he got down on his knees as well, kissing Peter hard on the mouth, hands once again raking through his hair.
The kiss broke with both of them breathless. “I want-” Charley gasped out. “I need-” He collected himself a moment and tried again. “Gonna fuck you now.”
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He heard Charley fumble nearby for a few seconds, and then the snap of a plastic lid. A hand lightly smacked his thigh. “Up,” Charley demanded, and Peter complied, rising up on his elbows and knees.
He sighed in pleasure at the first touch of Charley’s fingers, readying him quickly and efficiently, like he’d done this a hundred times, instead of just of a couple. Or more like Charley couldn’t fucking wait.
Peter groaned. He couldn’t wait either. Shifting his weight to one elbow, he took himself in hand and stroked as he heard the condom packet being torn open and then felt Charley’s hand on his back. He pushed in slowly, letting Peter feel every inch of his cock.
“God, Charley,” he hissed.
“Okay?” A hint of concern, even now, with his intense lust driven by his confused feelings and bruised ego.
Peter shoved aside the wave of affection he felt wash over him and just pushed back against the other man’s hips. “Fuck yes. Do your worse, Brewster.”
Charley didn’t disappoint. He pulled back quickly, thrust right back in, setting a quick pace that had Peter’s eyes rolling back in his head. It was rough, it was possessive, it was so fucking good. Charley was grunting in that way he had when he was getting out of control, losing himself in the pleasure. And Peter, though he could barely think clearly, spared a thought to how he loved making him feel this way. And loved feeling just taken.
It didn’t take long at all for Peter to come. He half collapsed onto the floor and Charley didn’t miss a beat, stretching out above him and furiously thrusting, chasing his own orgasm. Peter moaned encouragingly and moved as best he could against him, reaching back, touching any part of him he could reach. And then Charley came, Peter feeling the shudder all through his own body, the kid’s hips snapping a few last times before stilling.
Charley rested, panting against him for only a few seconds before pulling back. Head pillowed against his arms, Peter listened to the sounds of him rustling about the flat. Eventually Peter mustered the strength to roll over. He saw that Charley was pulling on his clothes.
“You’re leaving?” He stretched, the slow, satisfied movement of the well-fucked, and enjoyed the flick of Charley’s eyes along his naked body. “Come to bed and indulge in some decadent late-afternoon lethargy before I have to get ready for the show.”
“Thanks,” Charley said slowly, like he was considering it. “But I gotta go.”
“Your paper?” Peter asked. “Blow it off.”
“It’s already finished.”
“Hot date?”
“Yeah, actually,” Charley said. “And I have to go home first. You remember Bee? Amy’s friend-cute, brunette?”
He hadn’t a clue.
“She came to your show, before Amy left for school? No? Nothing?”
He shook his head. His life was full of cute brunettes; he couldn’t be expected to remember all of them.
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“So was that was this was about?” he asked, feeling his own tiny twinge of annoyance. He didn’t mind furious jealousy-fueled fucking, but he didn’t particularly care for being used either. “Clearing out the ole chamber so you don’t shoot too early later on?”
“Um…” Charley look distinctly uncomfortable.
“Suppose I’m more fun than a wank, anyway. But you know…” He chose his next words carefully, not sure how much he wanted to rock the boat, but decided he couldn’t let the kid think he was that oblivious. He stood and approached Charley, leaning in close to say hotly by the other man’s ear, “It didn’t really feel like just getting one out of the way. It felt like you were… staking a claim.”
Charley paused while buttoning his shirt. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. The only thing I stake is vampires.”
Peter felt the urge to make a saucy pun, but he resisted it, just. The mood wasn’t right.
“All right, fine. Go have fun on your date.”
“Look, I just wanted to fuck, that’s all.” Someone was getting defensive.
“Isn’t that what your lady friend is for?”
“Yeah, well… she’s not a sure thing.” Was Charley trying to wound him? For being a man-slut? That was almost… cute.
Peter laughed, all annoyance gone. He supposed they would need to have A Talk pretty soon, but for now, he’d be happy to fuck it out when issues came up. He reached out and ruffled Charley’s hair.
“Oh Charley, sometimes I forget how very young you are.”
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I have written a handful of Peter/Charley things so far, but this one is certainly the most...involved. There may yet be more in this continuity.
Again, thanks for the lovely comment.
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Thank YOU for this prompt. It was nice living with it in my head for a while. :D
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