Awakening (4/4)
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February 8 2012, 04:36:33 UTC
There. There was another kiss. Unmistakable, on his hip. Awareness rose in him, along with his cock, which he knew was completely hard now. He found his hands in Charley’s hair as he became more awake, and a groan from Charley, warm breath blowing across Peter’s cock, was what finally roused him fully. He blinked open his eyes to quite possibly the hottest thing he’d seen in recent memory. Charley sprawled across his bed, chin propped up on his thigh, big blue curious eyes looking up to him-moist lips inches from his cock.
Peter gave the barest nod, then ran his fingers through Charley’s hair, and let his eyes slip closed again, relaxing again into drowsiness. Beneath his hand he felt Charley move and then the first wet touch of his mouth. With only the slightest hesitation, Charley’s lips encircled him and slowly moved down his shaft, as far as Charley could go. Back up with a little suction and Peter almost startled himself with his own moan.
Oh, he could get used to waking up like this, he thought, as Charley got into it. The kid was good, especially for a first-timer. Wrapping his lips just so, careful about his teeth, even adding little flourishes with his tongue as he got more comfortable, moving faster, using his hand as well. Peter wanted to speak, wanted to encourage, maybe even make suggestions; he was… never a very quiet participant when it came to sex. But he didn’t want to ruin this moment by saying the wrong thing, didn’t want to fracture this quiet morning intimacy. Whatever inhibitions had finally given way in Charley, Peter was not complaining. He was just enjoying it, riding the wave of sensation, letting someone else work the magic for a change.
He wanted to last, wanted this to go on forever. Hadn’t he thought something about staying in bed all day… ? That seemed… perfect. But so too was Charley’s talented fucking mouth, and far too soon, he felt himself at the knife’s edge. If he didn’t stop Charley now…
“Charley,” he breathed, the first thing he’d said properly this morning, trying to warn him. Charley seemed to get the idea, but rather than pull off, he redoubled his efforts, moving faster still, taking Peter deeper into his mouth. Fuck. God bless the eagerness of youth; Peter knew what that was like-Charley wanted to prove that if he could do this, he could do it all.
Still, with a groan of extreme reluctance, Peter tugged Charley off of him and pushed him away, before wrapping his own hand around his cock. It was warm and wet from Charley’s mouth, and it didn’t take but two rough strokes before he was coming, messy and fucking spectacular.
When Peter could open his eyes again, Charley was sitting up, cross-legged in the bed, running his fingers through his own hair. He looked… well, fucking beautiful. Ruffled and tousled from sleep and Peter’s own hands, Charley was flushed, aroused, and he seemed… amazed, yet also a bit unsure. Expectant, maybe.
Peter gave his best slow, contented smile. Charley visibly relaxed and returned a small smile of his own.
“Good morning?” Charley offered, more of a question than a greeting.
“I should fucking think so, yeah,” Peter said, a laugh bubbling from him as he reached for Charley. “And I think it’s about to get a lot better.”
I love this, so much. It has exactly what I was looking for, with the intimacy aside from just the blow job (which was also, of course, fantastic). I love Charley putting drunk!Peter to bed, I love the two of them cuddling in sleep, I love Peter's slow, dreamy realization of what's going on - just lovely, all of it. Thank you so, so much!
Peter gave the barest nod, then ran his fingers through Charley’s hair, and let his eyes slip closed again, relaxing again into drowsiness. Beneath his hand he felt Charley move and then the first wet touch of his mouth. With only the slightest hesitation, Charley’s lips encircled him and slowly moved down his shaft, as far as Charley could go. Back up with a little suction and Peter almost startled himself with his own moan.
Oh, he could get used to waking up like this, he thought, as Charley got into it. The kid was good, especially for a first-timer. Wrapping his lips just so, careful about his teeth, even adding little flourishes with his tongue as he got more comfortable, moving faster, using his hand as well. Peter wanted to speak, wanted to encourage, maybe even make suggestions; he was… never a very quiet participant when it came to sex. But he didn’t want to ruin this moment by saying the wrong thing, didn’t want to fracture this quiet morning intimacy. Whatever inhibitions had finally given way in Charley, Peter was not complaining. He was just enjoying it, riding the wave of sensation, letting someone else work the magic for a change.
He wanted to last, wanted this to go on forever. Hadn’t he thought something about staying in bed all day… ? That seemed… perfect. But so too was Charley’s talented fucking mouth, and far too soon, he felt himself at the knife’s edge. If he didn’t stop Charley now…
“Charley,” he breathed, the first thing he’d said properly this morning, trying to warn him. Charley seemed to get the idea, but rather than pull off, he redoubled his efforts, moving faster still, taking Peter deeper into his mouth. Fuck. God bless the eagerness of youth; Peter knew what that was like-Charley wanted to prove that if he could do this, he could do it all.
Still, with a groan of extreme reluctance, Peter tugged Charley off of him and pushed him away, before wrapping his own hand around his cock. It was warm and wet from Charley’s mouth, and it didn’t take but two rough strokes before he was coming, messy and fucking spectacular.
When Peter could open his eyes again, Charley was sitting up, cross-legged in the bed, running his fingers through his own hair. He looked… well, fucking beautiful. Ruffled and tousled from sleep and Peter’s own hands, Charley was flushed, aroused, and he seemed… amazed, yet also a bit unsure. Expectant, maybe.
Peter gave his best slow, contented smile. Charley visibly relaxed and returned a small smile of his own.
“Good morning?” Charley offered, more of a question than a greeting.
“I should fucking think so, yeah,” Peter said, a laugh bubbling from him as he reached for Charley. “And I think it’s about to get a lot better.”
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I love this, so much. It has exactly what I was looking for, with the intimacy aside from just the blow job (which was also, of course, fantastic). I love Charley putting drunk!Peter to bed, I love the two of them cuddling in sleep, I love Peter's slow, dreamy realization of what's going on - just lovely, all of it. Thank you so, so much!
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Although now I want a whole Peter/Charley cuddling fic. Sigh...
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P.S. Fun icon!
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