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Part 4 – The math of supernovae
Colby untangled his naked body from Charlie’s, leaving
Charlie feeling cold. Colby climbed off
the couch and walked towards the bathroom.
Charlie watched him go, his eyes riveted to that incredible ass. It was the most beautiful ass that Charlie
had ever seen, even better than Don’s.
Grabbing a towel, Colby came back into the room. He was wiping his hands then just stopped and
looked at Charlie. Charlie was glad for
the pause so he could drink in the sight of those strong hips, flat stomach, sculpted chest. Charlie’s
recently spent body was already reawakening.
He smiled and reached out to Colby, wanting his hands back
on Colby’s smooth skin. Colby walked
slowly toward him, his eyes sweeping over Charlie. Charlie felt himself flush under that
gaze. He hoped he didn’t look too
stupid, naked and sweaty and draped over the couch.
As Colby walked forward with the towel, Colby’s expression
said he liked what he saw. Maybe it was because his cum was dripping
down Charlie’s stomach, like a territorial marking. Charlie didn’t mind being marked, especially
not by this gorgeous man who was standing tantalizingly out of his reach.
Charlie impatiently wiped himself down with the offered
towel then tossed it aside. Finally,
Colby came close enough that Charlie could run his hands over those muscular
legs.
“Even though I was pretty out of it in the hole,” Charlie
said. “I could tell you had the nicest legs.
I was lying against them for hours, you know.”
Colby touched Charlie’s hair and said, “Yeah.”
Charlie had been all too aware of Colby’s whole body during
that time. He would manage to forget
then he would shift or Colby would shift and Charlie would be reminded all over
again. A few times, he’d even
deliberately twitched his wounded leg, to fight off an uncomfortable
erection. It’s a good thing I didn’t know what Colby was hiding under that fly, or
else I wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to turn around and give him a
blowjob.
That thought made Charlie’s hands go higher, and they slid
over Colby’s hips, stomach and chest.
He’d wanted to do that for a long time.
Charlie murmured, “And the first night that I came over to
the apartment and you were just wearing those little shorts… It was a good thing that I was so dead tired
because I really wanted to jump you right then, broken ribs or not.”
Colby smiled down at him.
“You did look awful that night.”
And you looked good
every morning … Charlie looked up at Colby and his cheeks grew hot. “Every single morning that I woke up in your
bed, in your arms, I had to jerk off in the shower.” Sometimes twice.
Colby laughed. “Here
I just thought you took long showers.”
“I feel like I’m fifteen again and waking up with a hard-on
every morning,” Charlie admitted with a self-conscious smile. “But when I was fifteen, I didn’t have the
object of my … interest in bed with me.”
If I had, I wouldn’t have been
able to resist rubbing myself off against you.
Guess I’ve learned at least a little self-control since then.
Colby sat down and Charlie went eagerly into those warm,
naked arms. Colby smiled, saying, “When
you were fifteen you already had the whole Math world at your feet.”
Memories of those times flooded back to Charlie – memories
of awkwardness, frustration, joy and confusion.
He grimaced. “And
not one girl who would talk to me.”
“Probably not,” Colby said and pressed his lips against
Charlie’s hand. “You are pretty
intimidating.”
With his free hand, Charlie lightly touched Colby’s
shoulder, tracing the muscles. “But
you’re not intimidated.”
“I sure as hell am,” Colby said.
Charlie blinked. Why
on earth would he be? Just seeing him in
SWAT gear makes me feel safer. Horny as hell but safer too.
“Why? You’re as good at your
job as I am at mine.”
“Charlie, nobody
is as good at their job as you are.”
Charlie felt disgusted.
This was an old argument that he seemed to have with everyone he’d ever
known. Then he brought himself up
short. He was in Colby’s arms and he
wanted to argue about job proficiency?
He smiled at Colby. “What
if I gave you a new job, one I think you’d excel at?”
Colby leaned closer. “And
what job would that be?”
Charlie licked his lips and slid his hand down Colby’s
chest. “One I think you’re eminently qualified
for.” I know you have the equipment …
“Yeah?” Colby kissed the inside of
Charlie’s wrist, making his heart rate jump.
Charlie’s whole body began to pulse. There was something he wanted, wanted so bad
that he was afraid to ask. So, instead
of asking, it came out as sort of a husky command, “Fuck me.”
Colby’s sharp intake of breath was all the answer Charlie
needed. “Now that,” Colby said, “is my
kind of job.”
Colby stood up and reached down to Charlie. “Up, up,” he said, pulling Charlie to his
feet. “Go to the bedroom, I’m right behind
you.”
Starting to walk, Charlie felt Colby’s eyes on him. On his ass. It made Charlie feel sexy,
an unfamiliar sensation. He’d
been told he was cute or handsome, but never sexy. David had called him beautiful. Under Colby’s gaze, Charlie felt desirable,
sexy, hot.
He walked into the bedroom feeling like a porn star. He climbed onto the bed, got on all fours,
and looked back at Colby, a deliberately provocative pose.
Colby’s eyes widened and he groaned, “God, Charlie.”
Charlie shivered at the raw lust in Colby’s voice. Colby climbed onto the bed and stroked
Charlie’s back and ass. He kneeled
between Charlie’s legs and pressed his cock against Charlie’s asscrack.
Yesss. Charlie trembled with anticipation.
To Charlie’s frustration, Colby seemed determined to take it
slow. His hands moved leisurely over
Charlie’s body, warming him but at the same time calming him, soothing the
urgency. Charlie gave himself over to
Colby’s sure touch.
Colby’s hands and mouth roamed over Charlie’s body, exploring
it. His tongue left a hot, wet trail
down Charlie’s spine and his fingers left ticklish trails across Charlie’s
chest and hips. Charlie shivered as
Colby’s tongue slid along the crease where Charlie’s ass met his thighs.
As Colby’s hands slid over Charlie’s legs, Charlie felt a
little envious. He wanted to touch and
discover Colby’s body. Being greedy again. He closed his eyes and concentrated on
Colby’s touch.
Unexpectedly, Colby licked the back of Charlie’s right
knee. It was surprisingly sensuous. Then he hit a ticklish spot on Charlie’s
ankle and Charlie laughed and jerked away.
Colby gave the right leg the same treatment, but didn’t let
Charlie pull away this time when he hit the ticklish spot. Laughing uncontrollably, Charlie tried to twist
out of Colby’s grip, but Colby held him tightly.
“Colby, stop it!” Charlie begged, unable to catch his
breath.
Colby let him go and grinned. “That’s for being such a sexy minx.”
Delight flashed through Charlie. It had been a long time since anyone paid him
a compliment that pleased him more.
Certainly the first time that such a compliment hadn’t involved
math. He opened his mouth to tell that
to Colby, but Colby was focused back on Charlie’s ass. Right where I want him to focus.
Colby ran his thumb between Charlie’s ass cheeks. Then he
grabbed Charlie, yanked him close, and drove his tongue into Charlie’s waiting
asshole.
A blast of arousal shot through Charlie and he gave a
gasping moan. All thought and
considerations vanished. All that existed
was Colby’s firm, wet tongue and Charlie’s universe moved with it, swirling
around, diving in, thrusting.
Sounds were coming from Charlie’s mouth but he had no idea
what they were. He felt himself go limp,
but Colby held him up, that tongue driving Charlie almost to orgasm all by
itself.
Colby finally released him, and Charlie slumped to the bed, eyes
closed, mouth still leaking noises. He
felt Colby move away and get off the bed.
The sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle sent a shiver of anticipation
through him.
The bed moved and Colby was back behind him, running a
finger, cold and wet with lube, down his spine.
Charlie shivered harder and opened his eyes.
Your
cock in my ass NOW. “Fuck
me,” he begged.
“That’s my job, remember?”
Colby teased. Then Colby
hesitated and said, “I … I …” He sighed.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not very good at dirty talk.”
Confused, Charlie turned and looked at Colby. “Why would you think that you had to …?”
“David said that –“
Charlie shook his head.
You’re Colby, not David, remember? “David is good at dirty talk. I like it when he does it because he’s good
at it.” He grinned at Colby, thinking of
the last half-an-hour. “There are plenty
of things you’re good at.”
Colby smiled back, looking relieved. “Hope so.”
I know so, Charlie
thought as Colby’s wet finger returned to tracing Charlie’s spine. That finger finally reached its destination
and circled it. Charlie spread his
knees, trying anything he could think of to encourage Colby to move faster. Colby wasn’t listening, but the slow, gentle
press of his finger into Charlie’s asshole felt so good that Charlie realized
there was something to be said for slow.
Charlie closed his eyes as Colby loosened him, warmed him,
though Colby’s tongue had done most of the work already. Then Colby touched his prostate and Charlie
moaned involuntarily.
Colby stroked that spot and pleasure surged through Charlie,
his body almost undulating with the waves that radiated from his prostate. Or was the pleasure a particle, moving
through him on an atomic level with-- Oh
god that feels good.
Colby’s finger withdrew and Charlie groaned in protest. Colby massaged his back and legs, and Charlie
tried to catch his breath. His throbbing
cock grew a little less aching and he was able to slow his trembling.
Before Charlie had completely recovered, he felt pressure at
his asshole and Colby slid two fingers inside.
The pleasure rose up again, more quickly, more sharply, as Colby’s
fingers tormented him. Charlie squirmed
and moaned helplessly as pleasure took control of all his brain cells, all his
muscles.
The fingers withdrew again, and Charlie bemoaned their
loss. Colby kneaded his back and legs
again until Charlie’s breathing slowed.
Colby lifted him up and put a pillow under his belly. His fingers grazed Charlie’s cock with the
lightest of touches, making Charlie whimper with mixed impatience and
complaint.
Charlie’s complaints vanished as Colby kneeled over his
ass. His strong hands gripped Charlie
and raised him. Charlie felt the thick
head of Colby’s cock at his asshole and his breath rushed out in satisfaction
and anticipation.
Colby slowly pressed into him, stretching him, molding his
ass around that huge cock.
God
yes perfect.
Leaning forward, Colby set Charlie down on the pillow. Then he hesitated.
Charlie frowned and looked over his shoulder. Colby was biting on his lip and looking
unsure. Charlie had seen that expression
far too many times in his life. It said,
‘Poor little Charlie, such a lightweight.’
Charlie grumbled, “Don’t hold back now. I’m not made of glass.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Colby protested.
“I’m tougher than I look.”
Charlie snapped, irritated that this would come up now, of all
times. Colby’s cock was in his ass and
Charlie was desperate for movement. “If you hurt me, I’ll say ‘Ow’ and you’ll
know. Otherwise, don’t worry about it,
okay?”
Colby laughed.
“Okay.”
And then Colby was moving inside him and all irritation
fled. It felt better than anything
Charlie had ever felt or could even imagine.
Charlie arched his back and moaned his approval. Colby’s pace began slow and oh so gradually
increased. Charlie didn’t even want to
compute the rate of acceleration, he simply soaked in
the sweet, throbbing pleasure.
Charlie gripped the blanket and pressed his forehead against
the pillow. The only point of contact
between their sweating bodies was Colby’s thick shaft plundering his ass. Charlie’s aching cock slid against the
mattress with each thrust of Colby’s hips.
Charlie held on to the bed with all his remaining muscle control, which
wasn’t very much. Their two bodies were
white dwarves colliding in the depths of space, generating more energy than
could be contained, as they rushed toward a supersonic detonation. His own moans echoed in his ears like blast
waves. Fusion … shaking … thermonuclear … God … Colby … please …
Colby!
The universe died and reformed around him, his atoms intermingled
with the stars. His body merged with
Colby’s, one white-hot explosion that burned from the beginning to the end of
time.
Eventually, Charlie came back to himself piece by piece –
the pillow against his cheek, the harsh sound of his breathing, the wet heat of
his cum dripping across his stomach, his hands spasming in their clutch on the
blanket. Shuddering tingles still swept
over Charlie’s body like lingering shock waves.
Colby was wrapped around him, murmuring his name.
Charlie could only whimper, stunned.
“Angel?” Colby asked, his voice
rough with exhaustion and emotion. “You
okay?”
Yes. I think I just died. “Uh-huh,” he managed
to mumble. “What wazzat?”
“What do you mean?” Colby said. Charlie felt Colby’s hands shaking slightly
as they pushed back Charlie’s hair.
“Was like bam and oh and wow.”
“Ah,” Colby said with a smile in his voice. “Sounds like a prostate orgasm.”
Must
remember to add ‘prostate orgasm’ under the causes of supernovae. “Please,
sir. Can I have another?”
Colby laughed. “I
don’t think you’d survive it.”
“Willing to try …” Charlie wasn’t sure that his body was
in any way ready for another detonation, but his brain screamed for more. More pleasure more sensation more Colby.
Colby gently pulled out of him and Charlie stifled a
protest. He wanted Colby to stay in his
ass forever. An
eternity of Colby’s body pressing down on him, warming him, sheltering him and
possessing him.
“Greedy boy.” Colby said.
“Yeah.” You
have no idea.
Charlie heard Colby get up and go to the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed as Colby rolled him
over and wiped him clean. Colby lifted
Charlie and held him effortlessly in one arm as he straightened the
blankets. He lay Charlie back down and
climbed into bed himself. Charlie used
his last ounce of energy and rolled into the warm circle of Colby’s arms.
It was so right to be lying in Colby’s embrace, feeling
exhausted and thoroughly fucked. This
was heaven. Just needed one more thing
to be perfect – the symmetry of Colby also feeling thoroughly fucked.
He mumbled against Colby’s skin, “Gonna fuck you now. Just need … a minute …” As he faded into sleep, Charlie felt
Colby holding him tightly.
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