His dress (AnsonCharles)

Irritated

Charles's POV

It's wednesday already and I haven't seen him since the weekend. Not at work, when I went out to eat, nowhere. No sign of him. I wonder what he's doing?

Anson's POV

I took a few days off to find some inspiration so I can finish my project. Lately I've been lacking ideas and of course, boss wants something creative for the runway show.

Charles's POV

I'm on my way home and without thinking I drive up to his house. I don't go in, I just stay there for a while and look at his window. He's not home yet, since no lights are turned on. Or, he went to bed already.

Wait. Why the hell am I even here? I turn around to leave -

Anson's POV

I see someone standing in front of my house which honestly creeps me out, since it's dark outside and I wasn't expecting anyone.

I walk up to that person and just before I ask them what they're doing here, they turn around and bump in me. "Shit! First you break in and then you almost kill me!?" I yell without thinking and before I see my annoying coworker's face.

Charles's POV

"You!? What the hell are YOU doing here?" I honestly don't know how to reply, so I just walk away to leave, but he stops me. "Wait. I didn't necessarily mean to yell at you. I just don't understand what I'm seeing here." Fair, I'll give him that, but still, he could've just let me escape and not deal with it.

"Well... You didn't show up at work for a few days, so I came to check on you." He seems surprised. "That's actually kind of nice. But what you could have done instead of scaring the shit out of me is call." He's right again. I don't know ehat to say so I just stare at the floor and really slowly start moving towards the exit.

"Where are you going now? At least ask if I'm going to work tomorrow. Or do you plan on coming here everyday, until I return?" "Well, I see you're okay, so I wouldn't come here anymore."

Anson's POV

That's a valid point. Well I guess he's gonna leave now. No?
He's just standing there, not even moving anymore. What has gotten into his head now?

He rapidly turns towards me out of nowhere. "But can I still ask why you were at home?" Seems like he's a very curious person after all.

"I'm working on something and needed to find some inspiration so I took a few days to do so." He just nods his head, vawes his hand and walks away. Interesting.

Charles's POV

The next day he still doesn't show up. I'm not sure if he said he would, but it's weird not having him here. I don't miss him or anything like that, I just need someone to mess with so I don't get bored. Hopefully he comes back soon.

In my way home I almost turn up to his house again, but luckily I change my mind and go straight home. There, sitting in front of my door, a surprise awaits...

Anson's POV

I'm waiting for him. I'm so pissed off, cause I still haven't found any good ideas for the clothes and I'm running out of time. So I came here in hope of him making me angry enough for me to think of something. Cause my brain usually works well when I'm angry.

He parks his car and walks up to me. Here goes nothing. "Hi?" He carefully says and I just stand up, punch him straight in the face. "What the hell was that for!?" I punch again. This time he doesn't just stand and watch, he strikes back and we end up fighting on the floor.

"Okay, enough," I say, when we're already breathing heavily and obviously tired. We stand up, which isn't as easy as it sounds, shake hands and he starts to look for his keys.

"Are you coming in? To wash up and explain what was that just now?" I nod and follow him inside.

Charles's POV

We're sitting on my bathroom floor. We just finished washing our wounds and are now putting some ointments on them. "So?" He sighs before answering.

"I don't know. I have no ideas so I thought getting angry would help." "Well, did it?" "Not exactly..."

I look at his face and see some bruises forming so I start putting a creme on them while trying to consult him: "You'll find something that will inspire you, when you least expect it."

Anson's POV

His words ring in my ears while I look at him. He's touching my cheek and I have to say, I would never expect a janitor to have such soft hands. Unknowingly I put my hand over his and he freezes.

We keep staring into each other's eyes while remaining silent and very very still. Then he moves slightly, slowly pulling me closer until our faces are barely apart. Without thinking much, I put my other hand on his neck, pull him in and kiss him.

Charles's POV

Oh my gosh he actually did it!? I didn't want to kiss him first so he wouldn't start beating me again, but now he kissed me and I have to say, to my surprise, I like it. I'm still not sure how much I actually like the guy and how much I just want to annoy him, but in both cases, what I do next is useful or acceptable.

My hand travels down his cheek, his neck, I gently caress his collarbone, travelling slowly to his chest. I use both my hands to unbutton his shirt, then my mouth starts following my hands, leaving hickeys on his neck, making way to his nipples...

************************************I'm so so sorry for not posting sooner😞. I got a job and temporarily forgot about Wattpad. I will try to be better, I promise.
Anyway, I hope you like it and I hope it's making sense.