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Charlie arched his back, making sure his head was tilted, exposing the long line of his neck, giving the people what they wanted. The man fucking into him, Jeremy, had his hands around Charlie’s slim waist, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. Moaning, maybe a little too theatrically, Charlie focused on keeping his face in pleasure mode and not the uncomfortably warm sensation he was currently feeling. Jeremy wasn’t terrible, he was fucking into Charlie with a steady rythm, but Charlie’s pleasure was not a concern. The cockcage that Ben had put on him nearly four hours ago was keeping his erection at bay, and even if it wasn’t there, he long stopped deriving any real pleasure from being fucked like this.
“So tight,” Jeremey cooed, he looked at Charlie and then his eyes went to Ben, who stood filming by the side of the bed. They had so many cameras set up around them, above him, beside him and then Ben was filming with his phone too. Ben would edit them all together later for the actual video, but he kept the POV ones he filmed for bonus paid for content. “Can I come in him?” Jeremy asked, Ben, not Charlie, of course.
“Yeah, he loves that, right, baby?”
Charlie, really, really didn’t. He wasn’t fond of doing this without protection, even after the STI tests but Ben had been right, most of their fans wanted barebacking. Charlie had been on PreP for ages,and it seemed most of their fellow sex workers were as well. Still didn’t always make him feel good about having unprotected sex with strangers, but apparently it came with the job.
The creampie element was annoying, he hated the feeling itself, but also the idea of these men, the ones he’d never see again, leaving something in him was just… too much.
“Yes,” Charlie punched out in his best sultry voice. “Fill me up, darling.”
Jeremy picked up his pace, fingertips bruising Charlie’s skin, fucking into him harder and harder, until he stilled, pulsing inside Charlie. He called out Charlie’s name, it tampered off into a moan and Charlie copied his tone, trying to sound like this was enjoyable. Jeremy pulled out, Charlie kept his legs opened, making sure Ben had a good view of his hole.
“Can I get you off, baby?” Jeremy asked, eyeing Charlie’s caged cock.
“Only good boys get off,” Ben said, tsking. “And Charlie hasn’t proven to us he could be a good boy.”
Charlie nodded, propping himself up on his elbows, as Jeremy moved away and Ben came between his legs, filming the cum leaking from his hole, as he pushed it out. His face was flushed, from both sex and the mild humiliation of it. He was starting to feel exhausted, they’d been at it for a few hours now, starting off with Charlie on his knees for Jeremy before getting fucked in various postions around the bedroom.
Ben hummed, finally putting his phone down and then walked over to Jeremy, leaving Charlie alone. He let himself lay flat on the bed for a minute, collecting and recentering himself. He genuinely didn’t mind doing OnlyFans, he found it sort of liberating to show off the body he had hated and treated like an enemy for so many years. They did make good money too, Ben showed him their monthly earnings and it was more than enough for Charlie to make this his full time job. Ben only kept his job as a pretense, really, since no one knew about what they did behind their bedroom door.
Well, no one except for their thousands of paid subscribers.
Back when they started three years ago, it was just him and Ben fumbling around on their phones, making terrible pornography that people seemed to enjoy anyway. When Ben upped the production value, he saw it return tenfold in viewership and money, which also invited more people to send in requests.
The first time they brought in a third, it had been exhilarating, a new dynamic that Charlie thought brought a lot to what they were doing. They’d discussed boundaries before, especially when requests started pouring in for Charlie to do a lot of sexual (and sometimes oddly, nonsexual things) and Ben was respectful of them.
To a degree.
Like the creampie thing, it wasn’t on Charlie’s no list, but he didn’t like it very much. If he really wanted to opt out, it was an easy thing, but it felt like so many people, partners and fans alike, were really into the idea. Charlie supposed he might be too, if it wasn’t his body maybe.
He knew, as soon as Ben saw Jeremy out, he’d come over and fuck Charlie too. Going live for their top OnlyFans fans, because they all really liked the whole sloppy seconds thing. Charlie would get to orgasm, as long as no one requested he didn’t, and then he would finally be able to decompress for the night while Ben edited the video.
He heard the sounds of Ben returning, lifting himself on his elbows to watch him unzip his trousers and pull off his pants, coming to bed naked. Ben was rarely fully on camera now, only showing up on full shots with himself or other people. Even then, Ben made an effort to hide his face pretty often, Charlie was the star of the show.
“Can you go slow?” Charlie asked when Ben crawled on the bed, his phone not recording yet. “I'm still a bit sore from the other day.”
They usually filmed something five days, sometimes six a week. Charlie filmed pretty regularly now with other guys and on the days he wasn’t, they filmed all the video requests or top tier material. The other day he’d slept with two guys, followed by Ben yet again for their live stream and he was feeling a bit sensitive.
Ben snorted, getting his phone ready in his hands, aiming it at Charlie. “Sure, darling, just don’t act all whiny and in pain for the camera. We want everyone to know how much you enjoy it.”
Charlie gave his best pageant smile, as Ben started filming. “Good evening everyone,” Ben started. “I’ve got another treat for you all. Look at our favorite little twinky slut,” Ben said, the camera roaming over Charlie’s body. “Just got fucked and still wanting more, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Charlie said, fluttering his eyes and tilting his head to the side. “Can’t wait to for you to fuck me.”
Ben scooted back, to film Charlie’s hole, the cum oozed out, but still pooling. “Filled to the brim with another man’s cum, but still wanting more. Such a dirty little cumslut. Do we think he deserves to cum tonight?” Ben asked, sitting back up, getting ready to fuck him. His eyes were on his phone, clearly watching the messages from their fans come flooding in.
“Looks like the answer is no, sorry,” Ben laughed, aiming the camera at Charlie's caged cock. “Maybe tomorrow. Oh, I see one of our favourite patrons, Cas, has made a request for you to come tomorrow night on your favourite toy. Do you think you can wait that long?”
At this point in Charlie’s career, coming really wasn’t the end all be all. It was mostly just a means to an end, but he still had to play the part. He let out a whine. “But I wonna come,” he cooed. “You make me feel so good, I want to come on your cock.”
Ben’s face lit up, clearly Charlie had said the right thing. “The chat seems to think otherwise, Charlie. So be a good boy and listen to our lovely patrons.”
Charlie pouted, but let out a loud moan when Ben entered him. It was a bit unpleasant, a little achey from his previous activities but Ben honoured his request and went slow. Ben talked throughout, mostly answering the chat or relay things from them to Charlie. It didn’t take long before Ben was coming, thankfully someone had requested he paint Charlie’s face so he got to avoid another creampie.
When Ben finished, a lingering shot on Charlie’s cum covered face, he was off the bed in a flash, leaving Charlie sweaty and sticky on the bed. There was no romance to it, no emotional intimacy, Ben was in the shower before Charlie even got out of bed. The flat had two loos, thankfully, so Charlie went to the spare one to shower and finally rid himself of any remaining bits of sex. He was able to take the cage off, Ben didn’t really care what he did when they weren’t filming. He could come all he wanted to in the shower, if he felt remotely up for it.
They only had the illusion of a dom/sub type of relationship, it was all for show. They rarely had sex without filming anymore either, which made sense. Who’d want to fuck on the side, when it was basically your job? When Charlie was finally feeling clean, he put on a soft pair of joggers and a jumper he’d borrowed from Nick the week before. He got into the terrible habit of borrowing his best friend’s (and down the hall neighbour's) jumpers, rarely returning them unless Nick actually asked him for it. And even then, Charlie would likely snatch it back at some point after.
When he got his phone from the bedroom, Ben was already on his laptop working away on the video from yesterday, which would go up first thing next week.
“I’m going to go to Nick’s,” Charlie said. “If that’s okay?”
“Whatever,” Ben said, not looking up.
Charlie was out of the room before Ben really even finished his word. It wasn’t like he wanted or needed Ben’s permission, but he liked to be nice about it. He’d met Nick a few weeks after they’d moved in. He was carrying some bags in from shopping when Nick spotted him and offered to help. Since he was a big guy, Charlie readily agreed, letting Nick carry his groceries into the flat. They started talking then, just randomly, and before he knew it, they were seeking each other out. They were sort of opposites on paper, Nick was a bisexual former rugby player turned teacher who lived with his dog Daisy and loved all things Marvel and F1. Charlie was a geeky gay twink, with a useless degree in Classics who let people fuck him for a living.
And yet, they really hit it off. Nick was just easy to talk to and it was clear he really listened to what Charlie had to say. The OnlyFans thing had been a secret Charlie kept from everyone, friends and family, but he found himself confiding in Nick a few months into knowing each other. A little embarrassing but Nick was supportive and promised he’d never, ever look at the channel.
He made his way down the hallway, knocking on Nick’s door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He heard Daisy dash towards the door, then Nick’s voice telling her to calm down. When the door opened, he dropped to his knees to pet the golden retriever who was rushing to lick his face.
“Hello my sweet girl,” Charlie cooed, petting her and letting the dog kiss him. “Missed you.”
“You saw her two days ago,” Nick said as Charlie stood up and took a step inside. Nick held his arms open and Charlie went in for his normal Nelson Hug, the one that cured all of Charlie’s problems within seconds. “Hi, Char,” Nick said into his shoulder, his strong arms wrapping around him, pulling him close.
“Hi Nick.”
They stood in their hug for a long time, before Daisy finally booped their legs enough for them to part. Wordlessly, they walked over to the sofa, sitting on their respective sofa ends. Nick tossed his favourite blanket and for the first time all day, Charlie relaxed.
“How was your day?” Nick asked. “Do you want tea in a bit? Supper?”
“Tea and supper would be nice, but can we just chill?” Charlie asked. “And it was good, a lot but I don’t have anything for the next two days. How was your day?”
“Good, the kids are excited about the holiday break, it’s hard to contain them when they know they are almost free for a few weeks,” Nick said. “I’m going to visit Mum in two weeks.”
“Oh, that’s nice, tell Sarah I said hi,” Charlie answered.
“You can come too, if you’d like.”
In what could only be a novel coincidence, as it turned out Nick grew up ten minutes from Charlie’s house, they just hadn’t attended the same secondary school. There were probably a million chances and ways they could have met but they managed to find themselves living in the same flat complex just outside of London. Nick had this whole thing about fate and the universe, none of which Charlie liked to think about. If the two of them were truly fated to meet, it probably would have happened so much sooner and honestly, in much better circumstances.
Charlie actually thought about it for a second, about going back with Nick. He hadn’t visited his parents in awhile but without his siblings as a buffer, he quickly dismissed it. His mum might have gotten better over the years, but Charlie’s “no job” status seemed to upset her more and more. They thought he was relying on Ben and Charlie had discussed getting a part-time job, or maybe even lying about something to his parents just to appease them. But Ben didn’t like the idea and he was really too busy for actual part-time work when it came down to it.
That, and who knew if he’d end up working with someone who’d seen his OnlyFans. The thought made him want to rip his own skin off.
“Nah,” Charlie said eventually. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t feel like getting lectured by my mum.”
“You can stay with us,” Nick offered. “You don’t even have to visit your parents. You can just visit with my mum and Henry.”
Hanging out with Nick’s mum and dog seemed very appealing but he shook his head. “Maybe next time? Or over the holiday, I at least want to see Sarah again.”
Charlie had met Nick’s wonderful mum when she first came up from Kent to visit with Nick. She was a kind and warm woman, the direct opposite of everything his own mum was. Nick didn’t bring up going out to Kent again, thankfully, knowing Charlie wasn’t fond of being pushed about that sort of thing. Nick was always great with stuff like this, he never pushed back if Charlie wasn’t up for talking about something. But at the same time, he was a comfort.
Nick made them sandwiches for supper, not the best meal but Charlie was feeling a bit wonky. He chalked it up to the soreness from the fucking he’d been doing, and the fact that lately he’d been so stuck in his own head. Nick was aware of Charlie’s eating disorder and while Charlie remained in recovery, Nick had always been really sensitive to his needs. Seemingly catching on without words when Charlie needed easy safe food and never making a big deal out of it.
After supper they played Mario Kart for an hour, Daisy squished between the two of them as they jostled around, giggling and shouting as loud as they could dare. When it was time to go finally, Charlie hovered by the front door.
“Alright?” Nick asked softly.
“Yeah,” Charlie said, nodding. “Long day, just exhausted.”
“Want me to text you when I’m ready to,” he paused and looked at Daisy, making Charlie giggle. “You know what with you know who?”
“Yes please," Charlie answered, leaning down to pat Daisy goodbye, before getting his goodbye hug from Nick. He took his time walking down the short hallway, preparing himself for whatever snide remark Ben might have. He didn’t like Nick, always making comments about how clear it was that Nick was into him. Which Charlie knew himself and Charlie was very aware he was also into Nick.
They never acted on it, Nick never suggested anything, even after he found out he was sleeping with other men for their account. They were both very clear of the line, the boundary set there and neither of them wanted to ruin what had become an important friendship.
But that didn’t stop Ben from being a dick about it.
When Charlie walked back into their flat, the lights were off, a sign that Ben was finished for the day. He walked into their bedroom, Ben was in bed on his phone, not even looking up as Charlie walked in.
“The video’s good,” Ben offered. “Jeremy’s performance wasn’t that great, but you sold it.”
“That’s good, I suppose,” Charlie answered. Ben didn’t ask him how he felt about the performance but he agreed. “I don’t think I’d want him again, to be honest.”
“Fair, he’s not that popular anyways.”
Charlie hummed, removing his clothing and changing into shorts and a shirt for bed. He crawled in, plugging in his phone and laying back. They didn’t sleep in the same bed they filmed in, thankfully. They used their spare room for their studio and it was a relief not to be in there. Charlie could turn this brain off a lot easier without the knowledge of what he’d been doing surrounding him.
“Goodnight,” Charlie said softly, turning off his bed side lamp. He waited a moment before rolling over, hoping Ben would lean over and kiss him.
But he didn’t. Instead he hummed, his eyes still glued to his phone and Charlie closed his eyes, waiting for sleep.
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The first time Nick ever laid eyes on Charlie Spring, he was instantly smitten. It was hard not to be, with his dark curls, slim figure, sharp cutting cheekbones and magnetic blue eyes. He had rushed to help Charlie carry in his groceries and when Charlie invited him in, he was even more smitten with the polite smile showing off the cutest pair of dimples Nick had ever seen. Admittedly, what started as lust at first sight, morphed into something else entirely. Even after a few minutes of talking, Nick could tell Charlie was smart and witty and just a bit of a sarcastic menace.
And then he found out Charlie had a boyfriend, and he instantly felt bad for even thinking remotely romantic things about him. He’d thought Charlie would want to keep his distance, but instead they fell into a friendship that made Nick’s life exceptionally better. He didn’t grow up having many best friends and Charlie fit into a spot he wasn’t aware had been vacant.
Even as they got closer, he always knew that there were things Charlie kept from him. He was an incredibly open and kind person, but he was equally reserved. Nick never wanted to push, he felt like things were on a balance, Charlie would tell him in time, he just had to remain trustworthy.
His suspicions had been confirmed one night when he received a text from Charlie close to 11:00pm. They usually talked pretty late into the night, but this time, Charlie was asking if he could stop by.
Nick readily agreed, already concerned before he opened his door to find Charlie, face red, tears already streaked down his cheeks, with his arms crossed over himself. He looked small, something Nick had never thought of him being before.
Selfishly, he hoped maybe him and Ben had broken up
“Sorry,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Ben and I got into a row and I had nowhere else to go.”
“Are you okay?” Nick asked. “Come in, please.” He moved aside, letting Charlie take a step inside, as Daisy came over to her favourite person. Charlie usually greeted her, but he didn’t, instead he stood there, body collapsed in on itself.
Nick was about to hug him, when Charlie moved in a rush to the sofa, sitting down in the middle, somehow still curled into himself. Daisy jumped up, bumping her nose into his arm, to Nick’s happiness he did reach over and start petting her. Nick came to sit next to him, Charlie laying his head on his shoulder as soon as he was there.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not right now,” Charlie said. “Can we just sit here, please?”
“Anything you need.”
Charlie seemed to have settled a bit after that, resting more of his body onto Nick and encouraging Daisy to rest her head on his lap. Nick watched as he pet her, his long fingers nestled into her fur and could feel the tension slowly defuse from him.
“Ben asked me,” he started, clearing his throat slightly. “To do something I didn’t want to and… I told him that. I was being selfish and he got rightfully upset.”
“Okay,” Nick said slowly. “But you said you didn't want to do whatever it was he asked you to do?”
“No.”
“Then I think it’s fair you told him that.”
“You don’t get it,” Charlie said in a huff, lifting his head from Nick’s shoulder, adjusting so his body was facing him a bit better and Nick did the same. “It’s complicated.”
“Okay,” Nick said simply, leaving as much room as he could for Charlie to explain himself. He always had the feeling that people had pushed Charlie his whole life and Nick didn’t want to be like that with him.
“If I tell you this, you have to promise me two things.”
Nick nodded. “Of course.”
“You can’t tell anyone else and you can’t go… you can’t look for it.”
Not sure what Charlie could possibly be ready to tell him, Nick nodded. “As long as you’re safe, okay? If you tell me something and you’re in danger, I’m going to-”
“I’m not,” Charlie cut him off. “I’m safe, I promise.”
Charlie didn’t speak again for at least two minutes, while Nick tried to keep his nerves and breathing to a normal level. Charlie had told him about his past with an eating disorder and self-harm; even then he sounded so much surer of himself and not embarrassed or scared at all. Not like he did right now, this felt like something much bigger and much scarier for both of them.
“Ben and I have an OnlyFans account. We, uh, have sex for money.” He spoke to his hands, not looking up at Nick at all.
At a loss for words, Nick didn’t say anything, just tried to school his expression and not look upset or surprised. He didn’t have any negative thoughts about sex workers, he wasn’t ashamed or angry at Charlie for what he was doing. He was mostly concerned about what Ben was forcing him to do that made Charlie this upset. When Nick didn’t say anything, Charlie continued, still talking to his hands as he fidgeted his fingers.
“I don’t mind what we do, I like it. We’ve been experimenting with doing other things and I’ve slept with other people, but it’s always been men. Ben suggested we try bringing in a woman, but I didn’t want to.”
“You’re gay,” Nick said, dumbly. “Of course you don’t want to have sex with a woman.”
Charlie nodded, looking up for a moment before back to his hands. “And Ben’s bi, and I’m fine with that, really. And if he wanted to sleep with someone and film it, then I’d be fine with that too. When it’s another guy it’s usually just me, I bottom exclusively and Ben tops exclusively. And he participates sometimes. I told him if he wanted to have sex with a woman, he could. I wouldn’t want to watch but I offered but he… he wants me to participate. He wanted to,” Charlie titled his head to the side, seemingly unsure if he wanted to voice to. “He wanted to fuck both of us and I’m not comfortable with that.”
“You did the right thing in saying no,” Nick answered, knowing he was treading over dangerous water here.
“But,” Charlie started, like he hadn’t even really heard what Nick had said. “That’s rude, right? He’s willing to let other men have sex with me but I won’t let him have sex with a woman? I’m not… I’m not being very kind or validating his sexual orientation.”
“And he’s not for you,” Nick pressed. “I get asking you once, but he should respect that you don’t want to be a part of it. You’re fine with him having sex with a woman, you just don’t want to be involved, that’s more than fair.”
“You don’t think I’m being biphobic?”
Throughout his life, Nick had dealt with biphobia coming from lots and lots of people. His own brother, his friends, his rugby mates, people he’d dated and even complete strangers. He’d heard everything possible and yet what came from Charlie was not anywhere in that same boat. Charlie was never, ever disrespectful or dismissive of him and he was certainly not being that way with Ben either.
“No,” Nick said firmly, reaching forward, taking Charlie’s hands in his. “You’re allowed to set boundaries, Charlie. It’s your life and your sexual preferences. I think what you’re saying sounds really fair to both of you. The kind of biophobia I’ve faced, it’s nothing like this. Okay? You’re being thoughtful and considerate of Ben but staying true to yourself.”
Tears welled up in Charlie’s eyes again and he lunged forward, toppling Nick over with the force of his hug. It was all Nick could do to just hold on, let Charlie cry into his shoulder, soothing him softly with a hand on his back.
Things changed after that, their relationship evolved into something much deeper and stronger. Charlie would come over most nights, utterly spent and exhausted, but come to life as they played video games, or watched the telly. He’d sometimes talk about the OnlyFans account and things he’d do, but it was usually on his terms and Nick never asked.
He had no problems with Charlie doing sex work, his only problem was with Ben Hope, to be honest.
He’d only met Ben a few times and on all occasions Ben was cold and calculating. He looked at Charlie like he was a piece of meat, not a person to love and cherish. Nick knew he could be reading into things, knew that his love for Charlie could colour his perspectives but something about the whole thing told him he wasn’t wrong.
He wondered if Charlie kept him away from Ben on purpose now, that he could sense Nick’s unease about him. He’d only been over to his flat twice since the first time, Charlie insisting he wanted to keep Nick and the OnlyFans world as separate as possible.
So there’s where Nick stayed, a part of Charlie’s life that was sacred and safe, a place he could go to unwind, relax, be himself and not have to perform for anyone. And Nick could handle that, he could keep Charlie safe in the only way he knew how, and hope that one day Charlie might see things the way Nick did.
When Nick saw him again for their walk with Daisy, Charlie looked a little off, his eyes a little distant. Nick didn’t push, as they began their walk, letting Charlie hold onto Daisy's lead as they made their way to the small park near their building.
It wasn’t very cold outside, but Charlie was in a jumper, sleeves past his hands. “Ben surprised me this morning,” Charlie started, not looking at Nick as he spoke. “I thought we were done for the weekend, just some solo stuff from our requests but I guess some really big New Yorker is visiting London and requested to…” he shrugged. “You know, with me.”
“Oh,” Nick said. “Do you want to?”
“Yeah,” Charlie answered a little too quickly. “He’s pretty famous, his OnlyFans followers are nearly double ours. And he asked me specifically to film something.”
“But?” Nick pushed gently, he could hear the trepidation laced in Charlie’s voice.
“I’m tired,” Charlie huffed. “We did extra filming this week and I was hoping not to… but the opportunity is too good to pass up. He’s coming over this evening, he wants to film tonight and tomorrow. Apparently, he has this whole list of things he’d like for us to do and film.”
“Did you look at the list?”
It took Charlie way too long to shake his head for Nick’s comfort. “Not yet, Ben’s better at negotiating things than I am, he’ll make sure nothing will cross a line. We’ve got a pretty tight list of no’s that we always give new people. People respect that, it’s part of the business. He wouldn’t be as popular as he is if he didn’t play by the rules.”
Charlie’s slight hesitation made Nick not so sure about that. “If you don’t want to film with him, you can say no.”
Charlie let out a humourless laugh, finally looking up at Nick for a moment before he was back to looking ahead. “He’s going to bring in so many new subscribers, Nick. This is my job and sometimes you just have to… do it. I’m just complaining, I guess. I’m really fine with it, the guy’s pretty fit, so it’s not like there’s any real hardship in sleeping with him. I’ve watched some of his stuff, he really looks good, makes anyone he’s with look good too.”
“You’re allowed to complain,” Nick said softly, he wanted to reach out and hold Charlie’s hand but he wouldn’t cross that line. “You’re also allowed to say no if something is too much. You’ve got to think about your own health, you know? You’re part of this thing with Ben too, you get to have as much of a say as you want.”
“Yeah,” Charlie sighed. “It’ll be fine.” He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Anyways, I don’t want to think about him anymore, let’s just have some fun, okay?”
As much as Nick wanted to push it, wanted to make sure Charlie really, really wanted to do it, he nodded. “Yeah, of course.”