Darling boy

Chapter 12

The sunlight filtered in through the window, warming the living room and stirring Charlie from his sleep. Once again, he found himself curled up next to Will, their legs tangled together under the blanket. He blinked, groggy and disoriented, but there was no denying the stir of heat in his lower belly as he felt the press of Will's body against his own. His hand drifted down under the blanket before he could even think, finding himself already aroused.

He moved as quietly as he could, slipping his hand inside his sweatpants, the sensation sharp and immediate as he began to stroke himself. The risk of being caught—of one of the bandmates stumbling in and finding him like this—only made it more intense. He kept his movements slow and quiet, biting down on his lip as he reached his release, the heat spreading through him as he came, his breath coming out in shallow gasps.

After cleaning himself up quickly and silently, he made his way to the kitchen to fix himself an iced coffee. He was still shaking off the drowsiness and hadn't even noticed Will slipping in behind him until he felt a hand squeeze his ass.

"Morning, sunshine," Will murmured, a grin curling on his lips as Charlie jumped at the unexpected touch. "Nice shirt, by the way."

Charlie's shirt still said "manslut" across the front in bold letters, and he shot Will a look that was equal parts annoyed and amused. "Don't you have better things to do than grope me?" he retorted, pouring the coffee into a glass and stirring it with more force than necessary. "Like, I don't know, go be useful somewhere else?"

Will just smirked, his gaze drifting down Charlie's body. "But I'm right where I want to be," he said, his voice low and teasing. "And you're right where I want you." He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Charlie's waist and pulling him closer. "You know, it's been a while..."

Before Charlie could respond, Will was steering him toward the bathroom, one hand already sneaking under the hem of his shirt. They slipped inside, and Will locked the door behind them, the click echoing in the small space.

"Will, what the hell?" Charlie muttered, though there was no real protest in his voice. He didn't pull away as Will's mouth crashed into his, their lips meeting in a kiss that was all heat and urgency. Charlie could feel the cool tile of the bathroom wall pressing into his back as Will's hands roamed over him, slipping under his shirt, sliding down to his hips.

Will's fingers curled around the waistband of Charlie's sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to slip his hand between Charlie's legs. "Keep quiet," Will breathed, his tone commanding but laced with amusement. "We wouldn't want to wake anyone up." He pulled out a small tube of lube from the cabinet, squeezing some onto his fingers before spreading Charlie's legs.

Charlie's breath hitched as Will's slick hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly, teasingly. He felt a rush of pleasure shoot through him, but before he could make a sound, Will slipped two fingers into his mouth. "Suck," he whispered, his green eyes glinting. "And don't make a sound."

Charlie did as he was told, wrapping his lips around Will's fingers and sucking obediently. The taste of lube and skin filled his mouth as he focused on the rhythmic movement of Will's hand between his legs, the pressure building, his muscles tightening with every stroke. It wasn't long before he was coming again, his body tensing and then relaxing all at once, spilling into Will's hand.

Will pulled his fingers from Charlie's mouth, then licked his own hand clean with a smirk. "You taste pretty good," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's see if you agree." He slid his now clean fingers into Charlie's mouth again, making him taste the remnants of himself.

Charlie's face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through him as he licked Will's fingers clean. It was strangely intimate, the kind of thing that felt almost too personal for whatever undefined arrangement they had.