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Their journey back to the hotel was a blur. Charlie couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, the phone in his pocket burning a hole against his leg. He knew he should call his girlfriend, should plead forgiveness and tell her what he did. But he couldn’t stop glancing over at Schlatt, heart pounding. Schlatt didn’t seem to be as conflicted as Charlie. His hands were in his pockets and he was casually stepping around every passerby.
He envied him. Charlie felt a bit like he had been turned inside out and then back in again and now he was just pretending to be normal. For one, what was his sexuality? What the fuck did he feel for Schlatt? He didn’t know. And he didn’t think he was the type of guy to cheat; seriously, he couldn’t believe that he let himself do it.
But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to do it again. Charlie wanted to see Schlatt’s full body again, and admire him. Everything about him was perfect. He wanted to see his happy trail and squishy handbars at his waist, his dick and hairy thighs… Shit, he was going to get hard in public.
Before he could panic too much, they arrived at the hotel. Schlatt held the door open and Charlie tried not to ogle his muscles as they headed upstairs to their room. Schlatt glances back at Charlie as he chucks his bag down onto the bed.
“I’m gonna shower. Don’t slip and die while I’m gone, okay?” He nods at Charlie.
Charlie laughs. “No promises!”
He couldn’t help but imagine Schlatt’s naked body, water dripping down him and glistening. How his hair would be perfectly damp and his body would shine, belly jiggling as he stepped out. Charlie glances away as Schlatt walks by him and heads to the shower. It was so tempting to try and get a glimpse of his ass but he held himself back.
When he was alone in the room, he buried his head in his hands. What was he going to do? What the fuck could he do? Shit, he was ruined. If anyone found out that he cheated.. God, he would never recover his career or life. He’d be absolutely ruined.
But fuck, if he wasn’t still tempted. Schlatt was so hot. Charlie groans. He didn’t know if it was worth it. It probably wasn’t but he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Slumping down onto the bed, he tries to come up with some plan, anything he could do. Charlie wished he could just stop, just look at his friend without thinking about his body. He knew he couldn’t.
Charlie was doomed. He curls up. Maybe if he asked his girlfriend, she’d be cool with it? He doubted it. Considering he went behind her back to do this, he knew she’d be mad. If he didn’t tell anyone, maybe he could try it again? But what if Schlatt told someone? Fuck, fuck fuck. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and then threw it on the bed. There was no way he was asking anyone for advice. None of his friends would understand, that he knew. Curling up into a pitiful ball, he tried to think.
Should he just give in? Charlie heard the sound of the shower starting and felt the characteristic twinge of heat at his crotch, just thinking about Schlatt showering… He knew that today had given him a taste of something he couldn’t forget. The bitter taste of guilt had been washed away the moment Schlatt came down his throat.
He could hardly remember their encounter through the dreamlike haze. But thinking about it, he knew he wouldn’t regret it. He had always been someone wanting to serve others, the act of making someone else happy giving him joy. And despite his lingering doubts about his struggling heterosexuality, he felt proud for how well he serviced Schlatt.
Like, for a first blowjob, he did really fucking well. Well enough that Schlatt came, anyways. And he looked so fucking pretty above him. Watching his body tense and head tilting back as he came.. God. Charlie didn’t even register his hand slipping into his pants.
If he tried again, he’d try to keep his eyes open more to watch Schlatt squirm above him. Or beneath him, he wasn’t picky. Charlie bit back a groan and squeezed his bulge hard. He spread his legs and leant back.
Schlatt would look so good underneath him. He was chubby enough that Charlie could grip his hips and squeeze his body for as long as he wanted, taking the plush holds to move him however he wanted. God, he could spend hours just pinning him down, playing with his body until Schlatt begged for his cock.
A dark thrill ran down his spine at the thought. It felt.. dirty, taboo. But the idea of putting his dick inside Schlatt? Charlie closed his eyes and stroked himself through his pants. The dim sense of morality from before had left him, replaced by a hunger at the bottom of his gut. God, how he wanted to stretch Schlatt open, make him moan and writhe underneath him…
There was the sound of a door clicking open. Charlie froze, hand buried firmly in his pants as the sound of soft footsteps approached his hotel room. Shit, he hadn’t even heard the shower turn off. He scrambled upright and wiped his hand off on the blanket as Schlatt walked back in.
Schlatt dried off his hair, rubbing his towel against it. Charlie’s breath caught as he realised that he was shirtless. His hairy chest glistened with water and his nipples were hard from the shower. Charlie had a vision of moving over to him and taking one of those nipples into his mouth, sucking on it..
“You alright? You’re looking kind of dazed.” Schlatt’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.
Charlie startled, blinking a few times to clear his mind. “I’m fine, just- just, uh, thinking.”
Shrugging, Schlatt sat down on the bed, causing the bed to creak. Charlie swallowed and tried not to stare at his hairy thighs peeking underneath his shorts. His face was burning and he knew it was probably obvious. Clenching his fists, he sits up straight and gives him a reassuring smile.
“Yeah? Do you think we should,” Pausing, Schlatt glanced over at Charlie. He shook his head and shrugged. “talk about what happened earlier?”
Shit shit shit. Charlie somehow managed to keep his smile on his face. “Sure. I’ve already talked about my girlfriend, she said its fine.” He lied.
Why did he say that. Charlie fought the urge to bury his head in his hands. Fuck, there was actually no going back from here. And now that he lied to Schlatt about this, only he’d be the one to blame, since Schlatt wouldn’t know. Heart pounding into his chest, he searched Schlatt’s expression. His expression flashed through surprise, then relief, and he grinned at him.
“Phew. Okay, so we don’t have to worry about her coming after my head.” Schlatt said, sounding relieved.
“Yeah, yeah we don’t.” Charlie forcibly untensed his shoulders and nodded. “But.. Did you like it? If it's, uh, okay for me to ask.”
Schlatt raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “I came like, after a few minutes. You give better head than all my exes.”
The words sent a thrill straight to his dick. Charlie blushed hard, overheating. Fuck. Squeezing his legs together, he bit his lip. He did that well? God. He wanted.. He wanted to do it again. Charlie could feel himself pulsing between his legs.
Noting Charlie’s reaction, Schlatt leant forward, spreading his legs and giving him a good view of his bulge in his shorts. Short circuiting, he groaned and leant back, covering his face with his hands as he blushed hard. Charlie closed his eyes, trying to calm his beating heart as Schlatt sat closer to him.
“Jesus, you’re down bad, huh.” Schlatt commented.
Charlie didn’t speak for a few moments. When he did, his voice was soft. “I mean, yeah… I kind of am.”
A really awkward silence stretched between them. Charlie regretted everything and nothing at the same time. After a few moments, he manages to pull his head out of his hands to look at Schlatt. Schlatt looked awkward too, fiddling with his watch. He couldn't help but watch those thick fingers press the buttons.
“Do you think we can, uh, do it again?” He asked quietly.
“Well…” Schlatt shrugged and glanced up at him. “If your girlfriend’s fine with it, I guess we could, if you want.”
“Great!” Charlie said a bit too enthusiastically. He cleared his throat. “I mean, cool.”
Schlatt laughed and nudged him. “You’re so ready for this. Damn.”
He blushed but couldn’t deny it. Now that he had the opportunity to do this, with Schlatt, he couldn’t feel bad anymore. He reached out with shaky hands and grabbed Schlatt’s wrist. It was warm and if he put his fingers to the pulse, he could feel Schlatt’s heart beating quickly too. Charlie took a short breath in and out.
“Have- Have you ever.. You know, been fucked?” He questioned, wrapping his fingers around his arm.
Looking down at where Charlie was touching him, Schlatt shook his head. “No? You want to fuck me?”
“I mean, yeah, if that's okay.” Charlie bit his lip hard.
“…” Schlatt pauses for a good few seconds, staring at Charlie. Charlie felt like melting into the bed with shame, ears burning. After agonising seconds, Schlatt nods. “You know what? Fuck it, sure.”
Charlie let out a whoop, scrambling for his lube. Schlatt snorted with amusement as he pried it open and poured a decent amount of it on his hand. Once he had done that, he gestured for Schlatt to lie down on the bed. He watched as he lay down, belly jiggling with the movement and shorts riding down to expose his happy trail. His pecs looked fucking delicious. Charlie swallowed back a comment and shuffled over to him on the bed.
Using his non-lubed hand, he pulled Schlatt’s pants down. He couldn’t help but stare. Schlatt’s thick cock was still so fucking beautiful. And as he spread his cheeks apart, he saw his cute puckered hole surrounded by hair. A dark puckered hole. Charlie snorted to himself, remembering the cursed book. Nate would be so amused if he knew that Charlie thought about it during sex.
Okay. Back on track. How did he do this? Charlie carefully traced a finger up between Schlatt’s cheeks, circling his hole. He hadn’t really fingered himself or anyone else in that hole. Obviously he had fingered a girl, but like, how different was this? Biting his lip, he applied lube to his other hand and dipped a finger in. The rings of muscle stretched easily the first few inches, but the deeper his finger got, the harder it got. He heard a cut off gasp above him.
Charlie shuffled close to Schlatt, spreading his legs wide and practically burying his head in between his thighs as he focused on fingering him open. He started with only one finger, testing the limits of Schlatt’s ass, using his other hand to squeeze his thigh reassuringly. Once the man was relaxed enough, he slowly added another finger inside him, listening to Schlatt groan. His heart purred with satisfaction and he crooked his fingers inside him, watching his hips jerk.
The warmth encasing his fingers was perfect. Charlie wanted to spend forever just stretching Schlatt open. But the throbbing in his pants would wait for no man. With a huff, he pushed his fingers apart, testing the rings of muscle and holding Schlatt down as his body twitched. Charlie worked on squeezing and pushing apart his fingers until he felt stretched out enough, before slowly pulling his fingers out. He glanced at Schlatt.
Schlatt’s eyes were closed and he was panting, biting his lip hard. His cheeks were flushed. He looked so fucking pretty, lying prone in front of him. Charlie wiped off his fingers on a blanket and unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out. Pouring probably more lube than he needed to, he lined himself up, sitting up straight and wrapping Schlatt’s legs around him. Charlie kept an eye on Schlatt’s expression.
Slowly, he pressed it against his entrance. Schlatt huffs. “Hurry up.” He said breathily.
“You’re so greedy, aren’t you?” The words left him without thinking. Schlatt’s dick twitched and he groaned, covering his face with his hands. Charlie felt satisfaction stir in his chest. Did Schlatt like it when he spoke dirty to him? “Just stay put, princess.”
Schlatt’s breath caught and his hips jerked slightly. His lips parted and then closed, looking lost as he opened his eyes. Charlie decided to stop teasing him, setting both his hands on Schlatt’s handlebars. They were perfect for him to grab and grip. He slowly thrust his hips forward until he felt a ring of muscle around the tip of his dick. Schlatt gasps, voice small. Charlie continued to push in, working against his tightness. His warmth was like a cocoon, perfect and so fucking wet (well that was probably the lube, but still).
Once he was in as far as he could get, Charlie pulled out an inch and then thrust inside sharply. Schlatt moaned breathily. Charlie bit his lip, and began to set a steady pace, listening to Schlatt’s beautiful sounds escaping his lips. It didn’t even look like Schlatt was registering that he was making them, mouth open in bliss. Fuck, Charlie might cum here and now just by looking at him.
Gripping his waist tightly, Charlie knew he had to speed up. He lifted Schlatt’s hips to get a better angle and began to slam into him, stretching him out. It felt fucking heavenly. Charlie couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this sooner. Schlatt whimpered and gasped, letting out soft ‘ah’s with every slap of his hips. Pleasure snuck up his spine with each thrust and he chased it, holding him still as he fucked him.
Schlatt’s head was back against the pillow, hair messy and lips parted as Charlie pounded into him. Each thrust caused his stomach and chest to jiggle, arms clutching onto the blankets at his side. Charlie groaned as he felt the heat in his groin increase. This was fucking amazing. Charlie squeezed Schlatt’s stomach, feeling the squish and hint of a bulge from his cock slamming in and out of him, each thrust forcing himself deeper inside him. Charlie was letting out unintelligible sounds too, barely paying attention to anything but the gorgeous man beneath him.
He could stay here forever. Schlatt looked wrecked, eyes slipping shut as drool escaped his lips. Charlie trailed his other hand up his body, playing with his hairy chest as he pounded into him. Schlatt’s hole had gotten looser and he knew he was hitting deeper inside of him, having stretched him open enough. Charlie faintly wondered if he had taken Schlatt’s anal virginity. Was anal virginity even a thing? fuck it.
“Charlie, ah-“ That was the only warning he got before Schlatt sprayed cum over both of them. His hips jerked, hole tightening. Charlie groaned, feeling it cup his dick fucking perfectly.
Schlatt was trembling, letting out soft gasps for air. Charlie knew he couldn’t stop, chasing his own orgasm. He fucked Schlatt through his orgasm, watching his face as he became more sensitive, tears puddling in the corners of his eyes and legs kicking out as Charlie rammed deep inside of him. He looked fucking adorable.
After a few more minutes, Charlie knew he was close. He squeezed Schlatt’s nipple, watching as Schlatt let out a quiet sob of pleasure, and thrust as deep inside him as he could get. Releasing it all inside him, he pants, head falling forwards. Charlie distantly realised that both of them were incredibly sweaty from the exertion, but he found that he didn’t care. Charlie released Schlatt, but stayed inside him as both panted.
Schlatt moved first, arm weakly raising to swat at Charlie. “Oi,” He panted out. “Out.”
And leave this source of warmth? Charlie huffed but slowly pulled out. Cum dripped out of Schlatt, some coating the hairs between his legs and the rest dripping onto the bed. Charlie felt a sense of loss now he wasn’t inside Schlatt, but he ignored it in favour of looking at his face. He looked worn out, but pleased, lips tilted up into a small smile.
“Your dick is like, monstrous.” Schlatt remarked.
The tension that had been building up ever since the restaurant broke. Charlie couldn’t help but snort, putting his hand over his mouth. “Monstrous?” He repeated. “That’s not nice to say to someone who fucked your brains out.”
Rolling his eyes, Schlatt chuckled. He patted the bed next to him, not getting up from his position. “Well, maybe I’m not nice. Come here.”
Charlie shuffled closer awkwardly, aware of his dick still leaking cum. He lay down next to Schlatt. He felt… content. Like all of his guilty fantasies weren’t actually that guilty and came true. He smiled softly to himself. Schlatt rolled his shoulders and closed his legs, watching the cum slowly drip out of him.
“Good thing I can’t be pregnant, hey? That’s one reason I’m better than your girlfriend.” He comments.
Charlie laughs loudly, shoving Schlatt in the side. That was true. At least, even though he was cheating on his girlfriend, he couldn’t get the person he was cheating with pregnant. Small mercies.
“Goodnight, man.” Charlie said fondly, preparing to turn off the bedside light.
“Night, honey.” Schlatt said jokingly. Charlie kicks at him weakly as Schlatt chuckles. “What? We’re at that level now.”
Charlie huffs and flicks the light off, plunging the room into darkness.