Darling boy

Chapter 10

The air inside the car was heavy with the scent of sweat and skin, the windows fogged from the heat of their bodies. The small space seemed to pulse with the aftermath of what had just happened. Charlie's breath came out in short, uneven bursts as he struggled to process the fact that he was half-undressed in the backseat, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

William's mouth moved lower, trailing wet kisses along Charlie's stomach. His hands gripped Charlie's hips, holding him steady as he continued, his lips and tongue working with surprising skill and confidence. It was rougher than what Charlie had experienced in the past, and yet, somehow, it felt perfect. The friction, the rawness—it was exactly what he needed.

Before Charlie could brace himself, a rush of pleasure hit him like a surge of electricity, causing him to arch his back and let out a deep, guttural moan. He could feel himself coming undone, and as he ejaculated, William didn't hesitate. He kept sucking, taking everything in as if it were the most natural thing in the world, swallowing it down with a kind of eagerness that sent shivers up Charlie's spine.

Charlie gasped, his whole body tensing and then relaxing in a wave of pleasure that left him breathless. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected any of it, and yet, as he lay there, his mind was hazy with the sheer intensity of the moment. William's tongue traced a path back up his body, leaving a slick trail across his stomach. He was surprisingly good at this—so good that it almost unnerved Charlie. It was as if William knew exactly what to do, where to touch, even though this was supposed to be his first time with a man.

Then, just as quickly as the heat had flared, the sound of a buzzing phone cut through the car's humid interior. William's phone, lighting up with Nathan's name on the screen.

"Shit," William muttered, pulling back and fumbling for his phone. He shot Charlie an apologetic glance as he answered the call. "Yeah, Nathan?" His voice was gruff, breathless, and he tried to compose himself as he spoke. "What's going on?"

As William talked, Charlie quickly sat up and started pulling his clothes back on, his fingers fumbling with the buttons and zippers as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. He could still feel the ghost of William's touch on his skin, and the faint taste of salt lingered on his lips. His heart was still racing, his body buzzing with the remnants of pleasure, but now there was also a growing sense of awkwardness settling in.

When the call ended, William looked back at Charlie, his expression a mixture of frustration and something softer—maybe regret, maybe just exhaustion. "That was Nathan," he said, his voice low. "Nothing urgent, just some last-minute details about the next gig."

Charlie nodded, pulling his shirt over his head. "Right," he replied, his voice quieter than he'd intended. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to navigate the sudden shift from the intimacy they'd just shared to this strange, hesitant distance. "We should probably... get going, then."

An awkward silence followed, neither of them quite knowing how to fill the space between them now. The air that had been so charged with desire moments ago was now heavy with a different kind of tension—one that came from the uncertainty of what this encounter meant, or if it meant anything at all.

William glanced at the car's dashboard, then back at Charlie, who was now fully dressed and sitting in the passenger seat. "I'm too drunk to drive," he admitted, a faint, humorless smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Think you can get us back to mine?"

Charlie's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he nodded. "Yeah, sure," he said, grateful for something to do, some distraction from the confusing mess of emotions swirling inside him.

The drive to William's penthouse was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the engine and the occasional street noise filtering through the cracked windows. Charlie kept his eyes on the road, his fingers gripping the wheel a little too tightly as he tried to push away the lingering embarrassment. He could feel William's gaze on him now and then, but he didn't dare look over.