Somebody like you (boyxboy)

31. The Morning After (smut)

A/N

This chapter contains smut, so if you don't like that sort of thing, just skip it! You have been warned! Please enjoy... I hope it isn't super awkwardly written or anything...

Trevor

I was half on top of Charlie when I woke, pressed against him from head to toe, quite literally. It took me a moment, but the hardness in my pants didn't escape my notice. Fuck. This would be interesting, and potentially awkward. Moving as little as possible, I turned my head and looked at the alarm clock on Charlie's bedside table. It was showing 06.27 in bold red letters. I snuggled back into his shoulder and scooted my hips even closer, having forgotten my little 'problem'. He grunted and moved a bit. Oh god, please not yet, wait just a bit so I can – but alas, my pleas were dutifully ignored. Charlie opened his eyes and looked down at me, looking confused. Then a goofy grin spread on his face.

"Morning," he murmured, voice deep and cracked from sleep. A shiver went down my spine and I pressed in against him, looking away from his eyes, captivating even though they were half closed with sleep. "My my," he said, and I knew he'd noticed how hard I was. The chuckle, though it was probably supposed to sound mocking, was dripping with nervousness.

"Shut up."

"Or what?" he challenged.

"Or I'll make you."

"How?" I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me until we were placed directly over each other. A delicious shiver took hold of my body for a second and my eyes fluttered close. Then he rolled his hips.

"Oh god, Charlie!" I forced my eyes open and grinned at the expression on his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open in surprise and – hopefully – a bit of pleasure. Again, he rolled his hips and his eyes flew open. He was still deeply in the haze of sleep – not completely in control of his actions, maybe not even entirely aware of what he was doing, just knowing that it felt good.

He dropped his head and nibbled at the skin of my neck, pulling small sounds of appreciation from my lips.

"You have experience with these sort of things, don't you?" he asked in a whisper, and placed his lips fully on my skin, sucking lightly so it wouldn't bruise. The feeling of his warm lips enveloping part of my skin set a set of entirely different scenarios running through my head and for a moment I couldn't focus.

"Not at all – with boys anyway."

"Unfortunate," he breathed and dragged his mouth from my neck to my lips. There was a soft moan as our mouths met, and I couldn't tell if it came from me or him. Possibly both. "You're so warm," Charlie muttered. "I just want to sink into you."

Needing so badly to feel more of him, I put my fingers in his hair – that light, soft beautiful and messy hair of his – and pulled him closer as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. This time the moan was definitely mine and I was lost in the warmth his mouth presented. It felt so good, I'd never known kissing could be like that, so intimate and so arousing at the same time, it was killing me.

Softly, I started rocking my hips, achingly slowly, letting our erections slide over each other and create a frustrating amount of friction.

"Jesus!"

"Yes," I agreed and captured his mouth again, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth. He shivered wonderfully. Tentatively, I let my hands slide down his body until they rested on his arse. A small shock went through him as he met the roll of my hips with his much harder than expected.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned into my mouth. He pulled one of his leg up and we were suddenly pressed much harder together. It was like my hips moved faster on their own violation, I couldn't stop it, it felt so good, but still it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted more of him. For now, though, I leaned my head back and focused on the feeling which became almost overwhelming when he started putting sloppy open-mouthed kisses all along my neck. I gripped his arse harder and forced him to move against me, upping the speed as well as the friction.