CHOOSE ME!

Part 9

Smut warning! I'll let you know when it's finished so just scroll down a bit if you're not comfortable with it :-)

Charlie's pov
He didn't say anything for a while. We just stared into eachothers eyes. His gaze slowly travelled to my lips, "yes, I meant to say yes last night." I didn't mean to but a subconscious smirk appeared on my lips, I also lowered my eyes to look at his perfect little lips, taking in every feature of his on the way down. "Are you sure?" I asked, I didn't want to make him do this if he wasn't ready. "I'm sure," he said with a large smile.

I pushed him onto the bed and took off all our clothes quickly. I was never more hungry for more of something than I was now. I noticed his ribs weren't as prominent, but then noticed his deep pale scars and bruises. I bent down to kiss each and every one of them, his hands tangled in my hair as I did so. I could feel his stomach rising up and down as I kissed him gently.

My tongue slid up his body and back to his lips as I made my way back upwards. We began kissing again, I slowly felt his and my dick grow harder the more passionately we made out. I felt his knees grow weak from underneath me already, I flipped him over so he was now led on his stomach and did the same with the scars on his back. Not one was left un-kissed but I may have left a couple of pretty big red marks on some of them.

I put one finger in his pink hole without warning and he hissed in pain, making is back arch upwards. He soon got used to it and I added another, "tell me when you're ready," I whispered in his ear making goosebumps appear on his all over small body. It didn't take too long before he nodded, without any hesitation I pulled my fingers out and slammed my lube covered cock into him. Making him scream a little, I grabbed his hand and told him to let me know when to move. Eventually I got the nod, "this may hurt a little at first but it will go away soon, alright," I reassured him.

I noticed his hand was clapped onto his mouth tightly and his hand started to squeeze mine, "moan for me baby," I whispered in a deep breathy voice in his ear. He slowly let go of his mouth and a loud moan filled the flat as I thrusted into him, this made me only want to go deeper and harder so I did. "S-s-speed up," he said in between breaths and moans, so that's what I did. Grunts, moans and skin slaps rang through the room as I thrusted hard and deep into him.

My head was spinning and it seemed like it was only us in the world for those few moments. "I-I'm gon-n-na come," he moaned loudly, "me too," I replied. I didn't want this to end, I was enjoying him moaning my name and I enjoyed how naturally his name rolled off my tongue as I thrusted balls deep inside of him, earning him to scream my name one last time. In a couple more minutes he came and then I came inside of him with two last big thrusts and a long loud moan.

After cleaning ourselves up, we collapsed in bed together. I was flat on my back and his head was resting on my hard chest, I wanted to ask if he was ready to go again but he looked tired so I resisted.
End of smut, you may continue you innocent people. Here's some holy water for the not so innocent people who read it🚰 (sorry it's bad)

Alex's pov
I trailed my hand along his hard muscles as I laid on his chest. I never knew it would feel so good to have someone show their love me like that. I kissed his chest a little which made him giggle, I'd never heard him giggle before. New purple marks were left with the old ones now, "I never thought you would like me too, you know," I spoke up to him, moving my head to look up at his face. But he just looked down at me and smiled, his finger started to caress my arm in little circles. "You hungry?" he asked eagerly after a couple of minutes in silence, "yeh I could eat," I replied eagerly, it was as if he had some sort of magic that cured my hangover.

He smiled and picked me up over his shoulder. We were only wearing sweatpants so I could feel his warm skin on my ribs as he carried my to the kitchen. Gently he placed me down on the cold kitchen counter at the breakfast bar and got out a frying pan, "I make a mean French toast," he bragged which made me laugh a little. "What's French toast?" I asked curiously, he stopped whilst getting the butter out of the fridge to stare at me in utter disgust, "you've never had eggy bread?" (Don't judge, that's what we call it in our family 😁) he asked making it seem like a crime. I laughed a little but shook my head, Charlie rolled his eyes, "well you will soon," he replied with a cheeky wink.

I laughed at his reaction and we chatted a little whilst he made the food, why was he so shocked I never had it before, it's not like my dad cooked anything for me. I admired Charlie as he cooked, his deep green eyes fluttered as he made the food. It felt like a scene from a movie, you know the ones that always end with the boy and the girl getting married and living happily ever after. I knew that wouldn't be us, we're two boys and this world wasn't excepting of that. My own dad couldn't stand the fact that I was gay.