Charlie’s whole body trembled at Jeremy’s revelation, because they were words he never thought he’d hear directed at him.
“Aw, don’t cry, babe,” Jeremy said, swiping at the wetness he didn’t even realize ran from the corner of one eye.
“I love when you call me that,” Charlie said.
“Well, that’s good,” Jeremy said. “Because I like calling you that. Babe.” He winked.
“Jeremy?” Charlie said, his thoughts whirling and his emotions overwhelmed.
“What?”
For a long moment, Charlie struggled to make sense of the mess in his head, and then the words spilled out, “I would’ve endured anything if it led me to you. I thank God that I’m alive, not because it freed me from those horrible men, but because it led me here. Right here.”
“Fuck, Charlie,” Jeremy said, his eyes going glassy. “And I would’ve given anything for you not to have endured it at all.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing that happened,” Charlie said. “Because you are everything to me, and you were worth it all.”
“I FEEL THE same way,” Jeremy said, his heart more full than it’d ever been in his life. He kissed Charlie once, twice, encouraging him to recline on the bed. “However you got here, you’re right where you’re meant to be. At my side, in my arms, in my bed.”
“Yes,” Charlie whispered. “I love you so much.” He wrapped his arms around Jeremy and pulled him in tight.
Jeremy’s heart fucking soared, and he poured every bit of the euphoria he felt into his kiss. Their hands grasped and clutched, their lips tugged and pulled, their tongues circled and stroked until their cocks were hard and their hips were grinding together.
“I want you, Charlie,” Jeremy rasped, pulling the other man into a sitting position so he could remove his shirt. Jeremy slid off the bed and toed off his shoes, and Charlie followed suit.
Clothing flew off between playful laughs and desperate kisses, their panting breaths and moans spilling into the room.
Jeremy hauled Charlie in close and grasped both their cocks in his hand, stroking the two of them while they kissed and sucked and groaned.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” Jeremy said, nuzzling Charlie’s jaw, “while mine’s in yours.”
Charlie nodded, took Jeremy’s hand, and guided them back to the bed. And Jeremy absolutely loved it when Charlie took the initiative like that, because he knew it wasn’t easy for the other man to do. His Charlie was so much braver than he gave himself credit for.
His Charlie. God, Jeremy fucking loved the sound of that.
Charlie laid down in the center of the bed and Jeremy climbed up over him, his knees on either side of Charlie’s head. Jeremy took hold of Charlie’s long cock just as Charlie swirled his tongue around the tip of his. They sucked each other deep, and Jeremy reveled in every moan that spilled from the other man’s mouth.
Jeremy rocked his hips, fucking Charlie’s mouth and feeling his throat muscles work around his cock. Charlie took it all, his hands massaging Jeremy’s balls and squeezing his ass cheeks. Jeremy sucked on one of his own fingers, wetting it with his saliva, and then teased it against Charlie’s opening until Charlie was lifting his hips and offering up the sexiest pleading moans.
When Jeremy finally penetrated him, Charlie sucked Jeremy’s cock so hard and so deep that Jeremy had to fight back a scream.
One thing was crystal clear. Jeremy wasn’t going to be able to spend much time in Charlie’s mouth without finishing too soon.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Charlie rasped.
Jeremy pulled free and spun around. “I want you,” he said, claiming Charlie’s mouth for a kiss. Jer shifted to the edge of the bed and grabbed a condom and the lube from the nightstand, then turned to see Charlie flipping onto his stomach.
Which was when Jeremy realized that wasn’t what he wanted.
“I’ve never bottomed,” Jeremy said. He’d engaged in anal play before, of course, and he’d had one lover who had a big thing for toys, but he’d never been penetrated by another man’s cock. Despite how adventurous Jeremy generally was, he’d never even considered it.
Charlie’s blue--eyed gaze whipped toward where he sat on the edge of the bed, and the blond man smiled. “I figured. And that works out great, because I’ve never topped. Unless you want to count one really awkward attempt with a girl when I was seventeen.”
Jeremy stroked Charlie’s back. His heart raced and his stomach flipped and he was possibly more turned on than he’d ever been in his life, even if he was a little scared—-or maybe even because of it. “I was never serious enough about any of the men I saw to give them that part of me.”
“I get it,” Charlie said.
“I am now,” Jeremy said, looking the other man right in the eye.