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Title: Christmas Lights and Lowered Inhibitions
Pairing and/or additional characters: Charlie Hunnam/Orlando
Rating: NC-7 Motherfuckin’ Teen
Warnings: Mpreg (ha! Just kidding Sanz *wink*) Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys, I just play with them.
Request: FPS set in the Hooligans Universe. What if Pete and Matt had indulged in a lot of Christmas or New Year's cheer and then Pete found out that Matt was interested in being more than friends. Could be angsty, dark and twisted, smexy and hot, or even a bit schmoopy.
Summary: Charlie and Orlando are both alone at Christmas, so they spend it together watching movies and getting drunk, so drunk that Orlando let’s Charlie know JUST how much he likes him.
Charlie sighed as he looked at his empty beer bottle he dangled between his legs, the red and green of the Christmas lights twinkling off the brown glass. He watched Orlando sift through his pile of DVD’s next to the large television which had cost about three paychecks, but was well worth the sacrifice.
“Batman Begins?” Orlando asked over his shoulder, his ass sticking up in the air as he held himself up with one arm and the DVD with the other.
“Saw it last week,” Charlie said with a sigh, letting his head lean back to rest against the sofa.
“Blood Diamond?”
“We’re too drunk for something preachy,” Charlie countered, pinching the bridge of his nose and waiting for the room to stop spinning. Maybe another beer would help… Charlie stood and ambled to the kitchen, his feet scuffing against the carpet as he walked. He tugged hard on the fridge door, stumbling back a step when it opened. He bent at the waist, one hand clutching the door with white knuckles as he looked in.
“Why the fuck do you have some Jane Austen movie in here?” Orlando called from the living room.
Charlie grabbed the necks of six bottles, three in each hand, and kicked the fridge shut with his foot. “My sister stayed over a few nights last month…left a box of tampons too.”
“Those are yours and you know it,” Orlando slurred, giggling at his own joke before resuming his search. “Don’t you have any Christmas movies?” he asked. “It is Christmas Eve and all…”
Charlie slumped down onto the couch and deposited the beers on the small coffee table before him. “We put up those lights, that’s Christmas enough,” he mumbled, opening two of the bottles with the opener on the table.
Orlando shrugged and picked up a larger case. “Wire in the Blood?”
Charlie nodded whilst taking a swig and pointed at him. “That…play that. I love crime drama when I’m pissed…next best thing to football.”
Orlando pushed in the first DVD and managed to stand. He went back to the couch and practically fell next to Charlie. The fast action made him groan, his elbows resting on his knees while his hands held his head at the temples. “Oh god….” he grumbled.
Charlie slapped him on the back and opened a beer for his friend. “Drink this,” he urged. “It’ll make you feel better.”
Orlando pushed at it. “I don’t wanna get pissed…” he mumbled.
“You ARE pissed,” Charlie insisted. “My Christmas gift to you is the hangover you’ll never forget…happy holidays.”
Orlando drank a big swig as Charlie turned on the DVD. They both sat back on the lumpy sofa with their legs splayed to keep them sitting upright, their beer bottles resting between their legs. Orlando’s head was lolled towards his shoulders, his eyes at half mast as they watched the program in silence.
An hour or so progressed with much of the same, them slowly drinking their beers to maintain their buzz while watching TV. Charlie looked over when Orlando groaned, taking up his previous position with his elbows on his knees and his head slung low.
“I feel less than ideal” Orlando grimaced, letting out a belch with an undertone of puke.
“Steady mate….” Charlie urged, holding up a hand before him. “Why don’t you take it easy for a minute.”
Orlando grabbed the cushion beside him and balled it up, placing it next to Charlie on the relatively small sofa so that he could put his legs atop the armrest. Charlie watched him fidget as he made himself comfortable. They both returned to watching the movie, only moving to change to the next episode or reach for a new beer.
Charlie glanced over when he felt Orlando brush against his outer thigh, paying it no mind when he saw his friend had just moved to give himself some more space on the small sofa. The blonde’s arms were resting on the top of the couch, stretched out completely in a relaxed manner. He’d seen the show so many times, he could have closed his eyes and seen it play in his mind. His eyes wandered to the Christmas lights and watched them glow around his window frame.
Orlando shifted again, this time to rest up on one elbow, the pillow wedged under his arm for support. His shoulder pressed warm against Charlie’s side, just barely pushing yet radiating heat. His eyes were still on the television, but even through his drunkenness, Charlie was well conscious of his friend's closeness to him. He didn’t say a word but his body tensed ever so slightly. He and Orlando were best friends, but their contact was usually limited to an embrace when they saw each other and before one of them left. Granted they would hit each other in the arm or chest, slaps to the back were quite frequent, but this was different.
When Orlando's hand came to rest on his thigh, fingers curled into a fist, it almost didn't surprise him. Charlie's mouth was set in a firm line, and a distinct tightness developed at the back of his skull. His fingers tensed slightly about the cushion he was holding, and his mind raced to assure him that this was the farthest his best friend will go. His hopes were short-lived though when Orlando’s hand slid over his thigh and down so that his fingers brushed against his cock, the flannel sleeping trousers not doing much to protect him.
Charlie kept his eyes fixed on the television, though he couldn’t see what was going on. A cold shiver ran across his skull and then down his neck and into his chest as Orlando’s long fingers passed up and down over his cock. With his peripheral vision, Charlie could tell that Orlando was still facing the television as he was, both refusing to acknowledge what was happening. Charlie could guess his friend was afraid of being stopped, and he….well he was just unsure of what to do.
Orlando stroked Charlie with more assurance now, the pressure of his fingers building enough to make the fabric of Charlie’s pajama bottoms bunch under his hand. A sharp breath was dragged into his nose as Orlando’s fingers wormed their way into the opening of his pants, popping the loose button open as they went. Both of their chests rose and fell with every breath, neither looking at the other even now.
Charlie’s breath shuddered as Orlando pulled his prick out of his pajama bottoms, encircling it with his fingers and stroking with even movements. Charlie’s fingers curled into the couch, the rest of his body boneless and numb, the nervous tingling flowing over his body and further muddling his already beer muddled mind. If this was anyone else he’d just push them off and tell them to go fuck themselves…but this was Orlando…this was Orlando…
When Orlando leaned down without so much as a backwards glance, Charlie wanted to grab him by his curly hair and yank him back. He wanted to scream at him and ask him what the fuck he was thinking, but he just couldn’t. He’d told himself all those glances and touches had meant nothing, that Orlando was always there for him because they were best friends. That he’d drive for two hours to pick him up at three am cause they were good mates, and always took his side cause they were so like minded.
Truth was he’d known all along, but had just figured he would never have to deal with it.
Orlando’s mouth was on him now, his soft lips and hot tongue stroking over his shaft. Charlie looked down for the first time, glancing only because he knew Orlando’s face was turned away from him. Orlando was laying on his side, tilted slightly forward so his head could dip as he blew Charlie. Charlie watched Orlando’s head bob for a few seconds before he had to look away, his head snapping back up to the TV.
The heat of Orlando’s mouth and tightness of his lips had an obvious and unavoidable effect on Charlie, and he felt the familiar warmth in his lower belly as pleasure washed over him. He squirmed, pushing his hips forward, and Orlando took this as encouragement, swooping his head lower so that his nose tickled the blonde’s public hair. Charlie bucked unintentionally at the action, pushing himself deeper into Orlando’s mouth. He glanced down again, his friend’s head discolored by the red and green Christmas lights on the opposite wall.
Charlie groaned, and though his body screamed at him not to do it, he forced one hand over to rest on Orlando’s head. At first it just hovered, frozen in trepidation. He knew no matter what he did, the outcome couldn’t be ideal.
Fuck it, he decided, lowering his shaky hand the last inch to rest atop Orlando’s head. It was fucking Christmas after all, and if this was what Orlando really wanted, he could try and give it to him. He figured he owed his friend that much, he could do this one thing for him tonight. Charlie pried his other hand off the couch enough to take a big swig from his beer bottle. He almost winced at the small little moan of pleasure Orlando hummed around his cock when Charlie touched him, gave him that tiny little gesture of acceptance.
Charlie’s lips pressed into a firm line as he ordered his body to relax and let it happen. This was just a blowjob…he loved getting head…it felt good so why shouldn’t he just sit back and enjoy it? If Orlando were a girl, this wouldn’t be a big deal, would it?
Charlie felt Orlando’s head bob, felt the tongue against the side of his shaft, felt teeth nip the head of his cock ever so gently. His face felt hot, and his breathing became a bit ragged. He tried closing his eyes to think of a girl, but decided it might not be a good idea. He was too drunk to ponder all the possible associations, but even drunk he was sure it wasn’t a good idea. He settled for keeping his hand atop his friend’s back near the nape of his neck, the skin beneath his fingers warm and smooth.
Orlando continued to suck him slowly, his head working up and down in even strokes. Charlie pushed his hips up, forcing himself deeper into Orlando’s mouth, which his friend seemed to greatly enjoy, Orlando turned his head to the side, laying his head against Charlie’s lower belly with his face pointed to the TV, and let the blond thrust into his mouth. Charlie grunted, thrusting gingerly until he could figure out what Orlando wanted. He pushed up too sharply on reflex when Orlando’s tongue circled the underside of his cock-head. He reddened when Orlando choked, his friend’s throat and mouth spasmed about him before he gave off one small cough to clear his airway.
Charlie remained still after that, letting Orlando do the work. He wanted to just cum, but his body refused to comply. ‘Come on, come on, just cum’ Charlie ordered himself. Would Orlando want a warning? Could he actually form the words?
Charlie’s face burned when Orlando finally looked at him. He let Charlie’s cock slide from his lips and turned his head, wiping pre-cum…Charlie’s pre-cum….from the side of his mouth. His eyes were round and vulnerable, an expression Charlie couldn’t remember seeing before and didn’t quite know how to react to. He waited for his friend to speak with a nervous gaze, his hands now both pressed flat against the couch beside his hips.
Orlando’s body was turned slightly so that he lay on his belly, his head tilted to look up at Charlie. He chewed his lower lip before blurting “Will you fuck me?” The words were strung together but spoken with just enough clarity for the blond to understand them. Charlie felt his heart sink at the request, and for a moment he just sat there stone still.
“I want you to fuck me,” Orlando said again, slower this time with his brows arched in a hesitant manner as he was obviously completely unsure of how his best friend would react. If he were anyone else, Charlie would have written him off as a pathetic queer, or at the very least immediately refused and thrown out of the apartment. He could see himself laughing later about such an incident with Orlando, mocking the poor sod ruthlessly as they had a couple times before. Orlando had laughed with him on those occasions, but had he wanted this even then? Had he pictured himself in the place of the unfortunate bastard Charlie rebuked and even physically threatened, hoping for a different turn of events?
Charlie ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, averting his gaze to the Christmas lights with squinted eyes and a roar of warning buzzing in his ears. He couldn’t help the flinch as Orlando shifted back onto his knees, the brunette’s shoulder’s slouched as he waited for his answer.
“Please will you fuck me, Charlie,” he asked, his eyes hooded as he looked up at his friend. “Just this once…”
Charlie covered his face with his hands, leaning his head back to rest on the sofa back. He took in a deep breath through his fingers and then pressed his fingers back over his forehead and through his hair. He couldn’t stand to look into Orlando’s lovesick eyes anymore, but decided to try and do what his friend wanted. Charlie’s hands shook as he took hold of Orlando’s upper arms and pushed him over the arm of the couch. Charlie eyed him with trepidation as Orlando raised himself just enough to push his sweat pants down below his ass, cementing the situation in reality.
Orlando clutched the sofa with his folded arms, one leg sliding to the floor to brace himself while the other was tucked beneath him. His t-shirt rode up to the middle of his back, exposing his ass completely. Charlie used to make fun of his lack of butt, but now he could see it was just small with a tiny little curve to it.
He was really going to do this…fuck his best friend up the ass as a fucking Christmas present. He wasn’t even hard anymore, his erection sagging the more he tried to process the impending event. He reached down to jerk himself off, reaching forward to put a hand on Orlando’s lower back. Orlando moaned softly at the touch, leaning back subconsciously to push into the simple touch. Charlie could feel he was shaking too, goose bumps raised over his friends neck and arms.
Charlie managed to spit into his hand, hoping that was enough as his legs wouldn’t allow him to get up if he tried to. The noise of the television faded away as Charlie tried to steady his shaky breathing. He couldn’t focus his eyes on anything, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. Despite his attempt at deep breaths, Charlie’s throat felt thick, cutting off his airways and only serving to add to his growing nerves. His tightening chest gave away how hard his heart was beating; he was surprised he couldn’t see his chest pulse when he looked down at it.
His vision began to dim, the room closing in and his breath firmly lodged in his throat as he brought his cock to Orlando’s hole. He pressed the head against his friend, holding the cheeks of his buttocks apart slightly with one hand. He pushed, unsure of what to expect. He heard Orlando cry out as he managed to force the head of his cock in, and he could just make out as Orlando clutched the sofa harder, his choked groan muffled by the side of his arm.
“I can’t do this…” Charlie uttered with a strangled whisper, barely able to summon enough breath for the words. He sat stone still for a moment before pulling his cock out and stuffing it into his sleep pants, backing up so fast he fell back onto the couch.
“I can’t do this,” he said again with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, Orlando, I can’t.”
Orlando dragged his sweat pants up over his hips, turning to face Charlie with soft eyes and comforting hands. “It’s ok,” he said. “We can go slower…I’m sorry…” He leaned forward, his head tilted to the side. When Charlie realized he intended to kiss him, he scrambled back and off the couch, creating just enough distance between them and firmly placing his hands on his hips.
“No,” he said, still shaking his head. “I can’t do ‘this.’ I’m sorry, but I can’t…I though I could but…”
Orlando sat still on the couch, not moving and not looking at Charlie. His mouth settled into a hard line, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He pulled his shirt down to settle properly about him and stood slowly, running a visibly shaky hand through his hair. He nodded in understanding, but refused to look at Charlie.
The blond stood before him, knees locked and posture rigid. “I just don’t want that,” he said. “I’m not into that…I can’t.”
Orlando nodded again, breathing out a deep breath through his nose. Without a word he walked to the kitchen table and collected his coat. He picked up his shoes, not bothering to put them on in the room, and headed to the door. He opened it carefully, his movements slow and controlled, but his shoulders displayed the tension he sought to hide. He stopped halfway through the door, looking back in Charlie’s direction without actually meeting eyes with him.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a voice laden with regret.
Charlie watched him leave without moving a muscle. As soon as the door clicked shut, he let his head drop to his chest in defeat. Taking two shaky steps, he slouched back into the couch he’d vacated only moments ago. He pressed his elbows to his knees as Orlando had, settling his palms on his temples. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding, his brows knit together in sorrow and frustration. His body screamed at him to go after his friend. Orlando was putting on his shoes and coat, he had time before Orlando left his building.
No matter how much Charlie wanted to rip the door open and run after Orlando to tell him to come back, he knew there was no point. He couldn’t tell Orlando what he wanted to hear, and there was nothing he could say which would erase the event which just passed.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Charlie muttered, picking up his beer bottle before changing his mind and depositing it back onto the table it had been resting on.
Why couldn’t Orlando just have been a fucking girl…then they could have fucked and he could have just moved on, they both could have moved on…
No, that wasn’t right and he knew it. It would have been just as big a deal if Orlando were a girl cause Orlando was…well…Orlando was Orlando. He WAS Orlando.
Was.
The End
Title: Christmas Lights and Lowered Inhibitions
Pairing and/or additional characters: Charlie Hunnam/Orlando
Rating: NC-7 Motherfuckin’ Teen
Warnings: Mpreg (ha! Just kidding Sanz *wink*) Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys, I just play with them.
Request: FPS set in the Hooligans Universe. What if Pete and Matt had indulged in a lot of Christmas or New Year's cheer and then Pete found out that Matt was interested in being more than friends. Could be angsty, dark and twisted, smexy and hot, or even a bit schmoopy.
Summary: Charlie and Orlando are both alone at Christmas, so they spend it together watching movies and getting drunk, so drunk that Orlando let’s Charlie know JUST how much he likes him.
Charlie sighed as he looked at his empty beer bottle he dangled between his legs, the red and green of the Christmas lights twinkling off the brown glass. He watched Orlando sift through his pile of DVD’s next to the large television which had cost about three paychecks, but was well worth the sacrifice.
“Batman Begins?” Orlando asked over his shoulder, his ass sticking up in the air as he held himself up with one arm and the DVD with the other.
“Saw it last week,” Charlie said with a sigh, letting his head lean back to rest against the sofa.
“Blood Diamond?”
“We’re too drunk for something preachy,” Charlie countered, pinching the bridge of his nose and waiting for the room to stop spinning. Maybe another beer would help… Charlie stood and ambled to the kitchen, his feet scuffing against the carpet as he walked. He tugged hard on the fridge door, stumbling back a step when it opened. He bent at the waist, one hand clutching the door with white knuckles as he looked in.
“Why the fuck do you have some Jane Austen movie in here?” Orlando called from the living room.
Charlie grabbed the necks of six bottles, three in each hand, and kicked the fridge shut with his foot. “My sister stayed over a few nights last month…left a box of tampons too.”
“Those are yours and you know it,” Orlando slurred, giggling at his own joke before resuming his search. “Don’t you have any Christmas movies?” he asked. “It is Christmas Eve and all…”
Charlie slumped down onto the couch and deposited the beers on the small coffee table before him. “We put up those lights, that’s Christmas enough,” he mumbled, opening two of the bottles with the opener on the table.
Orlando shrugged and picked up a larger case. “Wire in the Blood?”
Charlie nodded whilst taking a swig and pointed at him. “That…play that. I love crime drama when I’m pissed…next best thing to football.”
Orlando pushed in the first DVD and managed to stand. He went back to the couch and practically fell next to Charlie. The fast action made him groan, his elbows resting on his knees while his hands held his head at the temples. “Oh god….” he grumbled.
Charlie slapped him on the back and opened a beer for his friend. “Drink this,” he urged. “It’ll make you feel better.”
Orlando pushed at it. “I don’t wanna get pissed…” he mumbled.
“You ARE pissed,” Charlie insisted. “My Christmas gift to you is the hangover you’ll never forget…happy holidays.”
Orlando drank a big swig as Charlie turned on the DVD. They both sat back on the lumpy sofa with their legs splayed to keep them sitting upright, their beer bottles resting between their legs. Orlando’s head was lolled towards his shoulders, his eyes at half mast as they watched the program in silence.
An hour or so progressed with much of the same, them slowly drinking their beers to maintain their buzz while watching TV. Charlie looked over when Orlando groaned, taking up his previous position with his elbows on his knees and his head slung low.
“I feel less than ideal” Orlando grimaced, letting out a belch with an undertone of puke.
“Steady mate….” Charlie urged, holding up a hand before him. “Why don’t you take it easy for a minute.”
Orlando grabbed the cushion beside him and balled it up, placing it next to Charlie on the relatively small sofa so that he could put his legs atop the armrest. Charlie watched him fidget as he made himself comfortable. They both returned to watching the movie, only moving to change to the next episode or reach for a new beer.
Charlie glanced over when he felt Orlando brush against his outer thigh, paying it no mind when he saw his friend had just moved to give himself some more space on the small sofa. The blonde’s arms were resting on the top of the couch, stretched out completely in a relaxed manner. He’d seen the show so many times, he could have closed his eyes and seen it play in his mind. His eyes wandered to the Christmas lights and watched them glow around his window frame.
Orlando shifted again, this time to rest up on one elbow, the pillow wedged under his arm for support. His shoulder pressed warm against Charlie’s side, just barely pushing yet radiating heat. His eyes were still on the television, but even through his drunkenness, Charlie was well conscious of his friend's closeness to him. He didn’t say a word but his body tensed ever so slightly. He and Orlando were best friends, but their contact was usually limited to an embrace when they saw each other and before one of them left. Granted they would hit each other in the arm or chest, slaps to the back were quite frequent, but this was different.
When Orlando's hand came to rest on his thigh, fingers curled into a fist, it almost didn't surprise him. Charlie's mouth was set in a firm line, and a distinct tightness developed at the back of his skull. His fingers tensed slightly about the cushion he was holding, and his mind raced to assure him that this was the farthest his best friend will go. His hopes were short-lived though when Orlando’s hand slid over his thigh and down so that his fingers brushed against his cock, the flannel sleeping trousers not doing much to protect him.
Charlie kept his eyes fixed on the television, though he couldn’t see what was going on. A cold shiver ran across his skull and then down his neck and into his chest as Orlando’s long fingers passed up and down over his cock. With his peripheral vision, Charlie could tell that Orlando was still facing the television as he was, both refusing to acknowledge what was happening. Charlie could guess his friend was afraid of being stopped, and he….well he was just unsure of what to do.
Orlando stroked Charlie with more assurance now, the pressure of his fingers building enough to make the fabric of Charlie’s pajama bottoms bunch under his hand. A sharp breath was dragged into his nose as Orlando’s fingers wormed their way into the opening of his pants, popping the loose button open as they went. Both of their chests rose and fell with every breath, neither looking at the other even now.
Charlie’s breath shuddered as Orlando pulled his prick out of his pajama bottoms, encircling it with his fingers and stroking with even movements. Charlie’s fingers curled into the couch, the rest of his body boneless and numb, the nervous tingling flowing over his body and further muddling his already beer muddled mind. If this was anyone else he’d just push them off and tell them to go fuck themselves…but this was Orlando…this was Orlando…
When Orlando leaned down without so much as a backwards glance, Charlie wanted to grab him by his curly hair and yank him back. He wanted to scream at him and ask him what the fuck he was thinking, but he just couldn’t. He’d told himself all those glances and touches had meant nothing, that Orlando was always there for him because they were best friends. That he’d drive for two hours to pick him up at three am cause they were good mates, and always took his side cause they were so like minded.
Truth was he’d known all along, but had just figured he would never have to deal with it.
Orlando’s mouth was on him now, his soft lips and hot tongue stroking over his shaft. Charlie looked down for the first time, glancing only because he knew Orlando’s face was turned away from him. Orlando was laying on his side, tilted slightly forward so his head could dip as he blew Charlie. Charlie watched Orlando’s head bob for a few seconds before he had to look away, his head snapping back up to the TV.
The heat of Orlando’s mouth and tightness of his lips had an obvious and unavoidable effect on Charlie, and he felt the familiar warmth in his lower belly as pleasure washed over him. He squirmed, pushing his hips forward, and Orlando took this as encouragement, swooping his head lower so that his nose tickled the blonde’s public hair. Charlie bucked unintentionally at the action, pushing himself deeper into Orlando’s mouth. He glanced down again, his friend’s head discolored by the red and green Christmas lights on the opposite wall.
Charlie groaned, and though his body screamed at him not to do it, he forced one hand over to rest on Orlando’s head. At first it just hovered, frozen in trepidation. He knew no matter what he did, the outcome couldn’t be ideal.
Fuck it, he decided, lowering his shaky hand the last inch to rest atop Orlando’s head. It was fucking Christmas after all, and if this was what Orlando really wanted, he could try and give it to him. He figured he owed his friend that much, he could do this one thing for him tonight. Charlie pried his other hand off the couch enough to take a big swig from his beer bottle. He almost winced at the small little moan of pleasure Orlando hummed around his cock when Charlie touched him, gave him that tiny little gesture of acceptance.
Charlie’s lips pressed into a firm line as he ordered his body to relax and let it happen. This was just a blowjob…he loved getting head…it felt good so why shouldn’t he just sit back and enjoy it? If Orlando were a girl, this wouldn’t be a big deal, would it?
Charlie felt Orlando’s head bob, felt the tongue against the side of his shaft, felt teeth nip the head of his cock ever so gently. His face felt hot, and his breathing became a bit ragged. He tried closing his eyes to think of a girl, but decided it might not be a good idea. He was too drunk to ponder all the possible associations, but even drunk he was sure it wasn’t a good idea. He settled for keeping his hand atop his friend’s back near the nape of his neck, the skin beneath his fingers warm and smooth.
Orlando continued to suck him slowly, his head working up and down in even strokes. Charlie pushed his hips up, forcing himself deeper into Orlando’s mouth, which his friend seemed to greatly enjoy, Orlando turned his head to the side, laying his head against Charlie’s lower belly with his face pointed to the TV, and let the blond thrust into his mouth. Charlie grunted, thrusting gingerly until he could figure out what Orlando wanted. He pushed up too sharply on reflex when Orlando’s tongue circled the underside of his cock-head. He reddened when Orlando choked, his friend’s throat and mouth spasmed about him before he gave off one small cough to clear his airway.
Charlie remained still after that, letting Orlando do the work. He wanted to just cum, but his body refused to comply. ‘Come on, come on, just cum’ Charlie ordered himself. Would Orlando want a warning? Could he actually form the words?
Charlie’s face burned when Orlando finally looked at him. He let Charlie’s cock slide from his lips and turned his head, wiping pre-cum…Charlie’s pre-cum….from the side of his mouth. His eyes were round and vulnerable, an expression Charlie couldn’t remember seeing before and didn’t quite know how to react to. He waited for his friend to speak with a nervous gaze, his hands now both pressed flat against the couch beside his hips.
Orlando’s body was turned slightly so that he lay on his belly, his head tilted to look up at Charlie. He chewed his lower lip before blurting “Will you fuck me?” The words were strung together but spoken with just enough clarity for the blond to understand them. Charlie felt his heart sink at the request, and for a moment he just sat there stone still.
“I want you to fuck me,” Orlando said again, slower this time with his brows arched in a hesitant manner as he was obviously completely unsure of how his best friend would react. If he were anyone else, Charlie would have written him off as a pathetic queer, or at the very least immediately refused and thrown out of the apartment. He could see himself laughing later about such an incident with Orlando, mocking the poor sod ruthlessly as they had a couple times before. Orlando had laughed with him on those occasions, but had he wanted this even then? Had he pictured himself in the place of the unfortunate bastard Charlie rebuked and even physically threatened, hoping for a different turn of events?
Charlie ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, averting his gaze to the Christmas lights with squinted eyes and a roar of warning buzzing in his ears. He couldn’t help the flinch as Orlando shifted back onto his knees, the brunette’s shoulder’s slouched as he waited for his answer.
“Please will you fuck me, Charlie,” he asked, his eyes hooded as he looked up at his friend. “Just this once…”
Charlie covered his face with his hands, leaning his head back to rest on the sofa back. He took in a deep breath through his fingers and then pressed his fingers back over his forehead and through his hair. He couldn’t stand to look into Orlando’s lovesick eyes anymore, but decided to try and do what his friend wanted. Charlie’s hands shook as he took hold of Orlando’s upper arms and pushed him over the arm of the couch. Charlie eyed him with trepidation as Orlando raised himself just enough to push his sweat pants down below his ass, cementing the situation in reality.
Orlando clutched the sofa with his folded arms, one leg sliding to the floor to brace himself while the other was tucked beneath him. His t-shirt rode up to the middle of his back, exposing his ass completely. Charlie used to make fun of his lack of butt, but now he could see it was just small with a tiny little curve to it.
He was really going to do this…fuck his best friend up the ass as a fucking Christmas present. He wasn’t even hard anymore, his erection sagging the more he tried to process the impending event. He reached down to jerk himself off, reaching forward to put a hand on Orlando’s lower back. Orlando moaned softly at the touch, leaning back subconsciously to push into the simple touch. Charlie could feel he was shaking too, goose bumps raised over his friends neck and arms.
Charlie managed to spit into his hand, hoping that was enough as his legs wouldn’t allow him to get up if he tried to. The noise of the television faded away as Charlie tried to steady his shaky breathing. He couldn’t focus his eyes on anything, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. Despite his attempt at deep breaths, Charlie’s throat felt thick, cutting off his airways and only serving to add to his growing nerves. His tightening chest gave away how hard his heart was beating; he was surprised he couldn’t see his chest pulse when he looked down at it.
His vision began to dim, the room closing in and his breath firmly lodged in his throat as he brought his cock to Orlando’s hole. He pressed the head against his friend, holding the cheeks of his buttocks apart slightly with one hand. He pushed, unsure of what to expect. He heard Orlando cry out as he managed to force the head of his cock in, and he could just make out as Orlando clutched the sofa harder, his choked groan muffled by the side of his arm.
“I can’t do this…” Charlie uttered with a strangled whisper, barely able to summon enough breath for the words. He sat stone still for a moment before pulling his cock out and stuffing it into his sleep pants, backing up so fast he fell back onto the couch.
“I can’t do this,” he said again with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, Orlando, I can’t.”
Orlando dragged his sweat pants up over his hips, turning to face Charlie with soft eyes and comforting hands. “It’s ok,” he said. “We can go slower…I’m sorry…” He leaned forward, his head tilted to the side. When Charlie realized he intended to kiss him, he scrambled back and off the couch, creating just enough distance between them and firmly placing his hands on his hips.
“No,” he said, still shaking his head. “I can’t do ‘this.’ I’m sorry, but I can’t…I though I could but…”
Orlando sat still on the couch, not moving and not looking at Charlie. His mouth settled into a hard line, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He pulled his shirt down to settle properly about him and stood slowly, running a visibly shaky hand through his hair. He nodded in understanding, but refused to look at Charlie.
The blond stood before him, knees locked and posture rigid. “I just don’t want that,” he said. “I’m not into that…I can’t.”
Orlando nodded again, breathing out a deep breath through his nose. Without a word he walked to the kitchen table and collected his coat. He picked up his shoes, not bothering to put them on in the room, and headed to the door. He opened it carefully, his movements slow and controlled, but his shoulders displayed the tension he sought to hide. He stopped halfway through the door, looking back in Charlie’s direction without actually meeting eyes with him.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a voice laden with regret.
Charlie watched him leave without moving a muscle. As soon as the door clicked shut, he let his head drop to his chest in defeat. Taking two shaky steps, he slouched back into the couch he’d vacated only moments ago. He pressed his elbows to his knees as Orlando had, settling his palms on his temples. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding, his brows knit together in sorrow and frustration. His body screamed at him to go after his friend. Orlando was putting on his shoes and coat, he had time before Orlando left his building.
No matter how much Charlie wanted to rip the door open and run after Orlando to tell him to come back, he knew there was no point. He couldn’t tell Orlando what he wanted to hear, and there was nothing he could say which would erase the event which just passed.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Charlie muttered, picking up his beer bottle before changing his mind and depositing it back onto the table it had been resting on.
Why couldn’t Orlando just have been a fucking girl…then they could have fucked and he could have just moved on, they both could have moved on…
No, that wasn’t right and he knew it. It would have been just as big a deal if Orlando were a girl cause Orlando was…well…Orlando was Orlando. He WAS Orlando.
Was.
The End