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It’s Halloween, we’re at a party at the house of some of Charlie’s friends from uni, and it’s wild. The music is loud, the costumes are all either sexy or scary, and there is so much alcohol I don’t think a single person in here is sober. Myself included.
We decided to do a couple’s costume, of course. I’m an American football player and Charlie is the head cheerleader.
He’s wearing a short, cropped tank, with the letter ‘N’ on it. And a skirt. Because he apparently enjoys it when I’m half-hard all night in public.
I haven’t been able to stop staring at his ass, and he knows it. Actually, I think everyone in here knows it. I haven’t exactly been subtle about it. I’ve also taken approximately fifty pictures of his ass, too. And his hips and his waist and the slice of his tummy visible under the crop top. They’re all going to keep my company when I have to go back to Leeds in a couple days.
By one, I’m drunk and I’m all over Charlie in a way I hope he finds endearing. It’s not my fault he’s too fucking hot like this. When he said ‘cheerleader’ I thought he was going to wear some tight, spandex thing. Not a fucking miniskirt.
“Char,” I whine at him for the millionth time. “Can we please go home? I’m tired and drunk and I wanna have sex with you in the cheerleader skirt before I pass out.”
Charlie laughs at me, then kisses me on the cheek. “You’re adorable.”
I frown. “Charlie. I’m serious.” We’re dancing together, so I lean in close enough to whisper in his ear. “I wanna lay on the bed and watch you ride me with that on. Wanna watch you stretch your arms up above your head and see how far that top rides up.”
He gives me a heated look, then raises his arms, pretending it’s a dance move. My gaze immediately drops down to his waist, and my hands go there, too, and then I scan them up to see exactly how far that top rides up. I pull him into me, and grind myself against him.
“What else do you want to do to me?” he asks playfully.
I squeeze his ass. “I wanna spread you out on the bed and get my face under that skirt.”
He groans and I hope that was enough to get him to leave because I am seriously in trouble here.
When he takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor, I think I’ve won. But that would be too easy. Instead, he pushes me down onto a couch along the wall in the same room where there must be a hundred people crammed together dancing.
“Stay here,” he says, bossy and hot. “I’ll be right back.”
He leaves and I watch him go. Then I busy myself watching people dance. Some of his friends are here, but a lot of these people are strangers to me. Everyone looks good, though. Trust Charlie to be friends with the hottest people around. I’m kind of mesmerised by what I can see of the crowd, which is not much from over here. It’s dark. They’ve replaced all the lightbulbs in the flat with black lights, so some people are glowing and others are just shadows and silhouettes.
I can see Charlie heading back toward me, white ‘N’ glowing brightly under the blacklights. He sits on my lap, facing away from me, with his knees propped on the couch on either side of me. I immediately get my arms around his middle and pull him back into me, kissing him on the neck. Maybe he wants to people-watch, too.
But then he starts grinding on my lap, just little circles of his hips, and I feel the breath catch in my throat. He leans his head back onto my shoulder and turns to talk to me. “Why don’t you fuck me right now?” he asks softly.
I try to stand so I can pull him into the nearest bathroom or bedroom or closet– anything– but he presses back against me.
“Here,” he says. “Like this. It’s so dark. I wanna ride you while we watch everyone dance. Maybe someone will watch us.”
I can’t stop the image that flashes through my mind, of lifting him up and just sitting him on my dick right here. It’s so dark, I know no one would be able to see anything unless they were right next to us.
“Come on.” He lifts up a bit on his knees, making room, and my hand drifts down like it has a mind of its own, dipping under the hem of his skirt and touching nothing but bare skin.
“Where the fuck are your pants?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. I palm his ass for a second, and then I get curious and drag a finger to his centre. He’s wet with lube already and my finger slips in easily.
He sighs like he’s relieved to have something inside him, and then sinks himself down, trapping my hand underneath.
“Do I feel good?” he asks, face turned so he’s speaking right into my ear. His hot breath makes me shiver.
“Yeah, Char, god I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”
“Do it, then.” He lifts up and my finger slides out, and then I’m reaching under my waistband, while frantically looking all around to make sure no one has clocked us over here.
I quickly fan the skirt out so it’s covering everything, while he’s waiting patiently for me up on his knees. He lifts up a bit further so I have room, and then I’m holding my cock still while he sits on me, sinking down in small increments, stretching himself out slowly while I’m barely holding on to my wits.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I gasp, trying at once to pretend that nothing is happening and to not immediately shoot off and ruin this whole thing.
I’ve got one arm wrapped around his chest, and I can feel his sharp intakes of breath as he works himself open on me. It feels like it takes minutes, but it must only have been a few seconds before he’s settled, sitting completely in my lap.
He lays his back against my chest. “Holy shit,” he gasps. “You’re so fucking big like this, baby. Wonder if you can feel yourself inside me.”
One of his hands laces through mine and he moves us to his belly. I press against him firmly, holding him tight, and he arches back a bit, pushing his stomach out. I rub, and press again, and–
“Oh my god,” I moan, way too loudly.
“We need to try this position again in private,” he says, pulling on the back of my head. “I want you to lift me up and rearrange my fucking guts like this, baby, you’re so fucking deep.” He’s grinding on me as he talks, and as I’m pushing into him, feeling the outline of my own cock inside him, and I want nothing more than to do exactly that.
And then I remember that we’re in the middle of a fucking house party. So instead, I take my free hand and I wrap it around his throat, pressing him back again to rest on my shoulder and listening to him shudder out a breath and a moan.
I’m sure we look absolutely indecent like this, but I’m still scanning the room and it doesn’t look like anyone has noticed us, unbelievably. I release his throat, but not his belly because I’m still not over the fact that I can feel myself inside him in this position.
He starts to grind in small swivels of his hips and we both groan.
He relaxes back against me fully, head still on my shoulder, and I thread my fingers through his hair and start sucking on his neck. I watch as he reaches between his legs to trap his own cock, tucking it between his thighs, which causes everything to tighten around me.
“Charlie, you’re so fucking hot,” I groan into his ear. “Everyone’s been staring at you all night.”
He hums. “Now everyone gets to watch you fuck me.”
I know it’s not true. No one is looking over here, and even if they were, it’s so dark and everyone is so drunk, I know we’d be fine. But it still lights up something in me that wants everyone to watch me, getting to fuck the hottest guy at the party. There’s definitely a caveman part of my brain that would love everyone to know so that when I’m not here, people understand that Charlie is mine.
“Ugh, Charlie, please, I need to move.”
“No,” he sighs. “Feels so good like this.” He kisses the side of my face sloppily. “You do want everyone to know. Want everyone to see how good you fuck me, don’t you?”
“Charlie,” I groan.
He stops moving then. His head is on my shoulder, my hands are roaming all over his body, his are alternately wrapping back around my head or sliding under the front of his skirt, and he proceeds to continue whispering filthy things in my ear about letting people watch us fuck, and how good we look together, and I’m so fucking close to the edge of my control, but I love this. He must be at least tipsy, because he’s never run his mouth this much before and I am here for it.
I meet the eye of a couple people who get too close, but no one gives me a look like they know what we’re doing. It probably looks like Charlie is wasted and has collapsed onto me, or maybe we’re both tired and snuggling and chatting. Good thing it’s too dark to see anything else, because I know I must be flushed bright red, and I can feel sweat beading on my face.
After a few more minutes of this torture, I literally can’t stop myself from moving a second longer. I start to roll my hips up into him, and he turns his face into my neck and moans.
“Yeah, Nick, fuck,” he gasps.
I do it again, and then he starts rolling his hips back down into me, moaning softly and whispering things like ‘fuck me’ and ‘more’ and ‘harder’ and now we’re really pushing the limits of secrecy.
We set up a dirty rhythm that definitely looks like fucking, even though it’s still slow and grinding, but I don’t care. The alcohol and arousal have completely thrown any inhibitions I had out the window. The entire party could turn around and watch us right now and I don’t think I could stop fucking him.
“Char,” I breathe. “Charlie, oh fuck.” His hands are around my neck, and his back is arched up, and my hands are gripping his hips for dear life, pads of my fingers pressing firmly into the bare skin of his tummy as I drag him back and forth on me. He feels so, so good. I’m so deep inside him. He’s warm and so fucking tight, I don’t think I can last much longer.
“Fuck, wish you could touch me,” he moans.
I cannot do that, despite how much I want to, as well. The skirt wouldn’t cover his dick or my hand moving under it. I know he’s hard because I can feel the tip of him, leaking onto my thighs where he’s shoved himself down to avoid being completely indecent. I’m probably going to have a massive wet spot there but again, I don’t fucking care.
“I’ll suck you off later,” I promise. “I’ll do anything you want, Char, whatever you want.”
“Want you to come now,” he says, before sucking a mark onto my neck.
I’m grabbing desperately at him, whatever I can, pulling him onto me, fucking my hips up as smoothly and firmly as I can manage, and he pushes his hips further into me, arching his back again. I slide my hands under his top, I don’t even think about how it must look to be feeling him up like this, and grip his chest tightly as my head falls back in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, fuck, oh god, I think I’m gonna–” His hips are undulating on me, his hands shoot down to squeeze my thighs, and when he starts shaking on top of me, I come, too.
Literally anything could have happened in those few seconds when I was too busy pumping my fucking soul into him. When I open my eyes and start to come down from it, I notice two things: it’s going to be tricky to make it out of here because I can feel the warm wetness of his release on my thighs, and there is a couple directly across from us, staring while they’re grinding on each other.
“Char,” I say roughly into his ear. He’s still limp against me, head lolled back on my shoulder. “Someone’s looking.”
He lifts his head up weakly, before dropping it back down. “Yeah,” he says, turning to kiss my neck. “They’ve been watching for a while.”
My mind goes blank for a second, before I laugh, which causes him to tense up.
“You knew they were watching us?” I ask.
Charlie hisses. “I thought you knew. And stop laughing, you’re still somewhere in my fucking ribcage right now.”
I laugh again and he squeezes down on me, which shuts me up. “Fucking christ,” I grumble. “What is the escape plan?”
Charlie raises himself up shakily, while I quickly bring my hands up under his thighs to support him. The second my dick pops out, I tuck myself back into my trousers, and Charlie sinks back down.
“So do we say anything to them?” I ask, unsure.
Charlie gives me a funny look. “What would we say? ‘Did you enjoy the show?’ I’m sure they did, by the looks of it.”
We both look, and they’re making out frantically now, while she’s riding his thigh.
“You really don’t mind?” Charlie seems very calm about this.
He shrugs. “We’re hot. I would watch us, too.”
I laugh again. “I think we’re both drunk.”
“No shit.”
“So can we go home now? I think I’m ready to pass out and sleep for the next twelve hours.”
Charlie turns so he’s facing me. “I thought you promised to suck me off?”
“You came already!” I shout, a bit too loudly.
This time Charlie laughs at me. “Nice try. But a promise is a promise, Nicholas. You’re still sucking me off.” He gives me a kiss that turns a bit heated, both of us licking into the other’s mouths. “Actually,” he says, panting a bit as he pulls away. “I want what you said before.”
I don’t remember what I said. “What did I say?”
Charlie drops his voice. “That you’d lay me out on the bed and put your face under the skirt.”
“Oh. Yeah, I remember that.” My hands have started rubbing up and down his thighs.
“Unless you’re too tired,” he teases, backing off my lap.
I scoop my hands under his ass and pull him back onto my lap. “Never too tired for that.”
“If you were tired, though,” he continues teasing, “I suppose you could lay down and I could just sit on your face.”
I grab him and pull him back in for a kiss. “I am tired, now that you mention it.”
Charlie laughs. “If you fall asleep, Nick, I will be seriously disappointed.”
“If I fall asleep,” I counter, “you have my permission to wake me back up.”
“I think this is gonna be a long night.”
“I hope so.”