Chapter 16 Charlie #2
It’s a bad habit, and he doesn’t lie about things that matter, but his erratic sleep schedule always makes people—namely Alec and Andrew—worry in ways that leave Charlie feeling guilty.
Alec is his younger brother, he shouldn’t be worrying about Charlie, and Andrew worries too much about everything as it is.
When he was a teenager, going on a few hours sleep or days without it was fine. In his thirties, not so much.
“If I jerk you off, will you go home and take a nap?”
Charlie chokes on his burrito, coughing out bits of rice onto his steering wheel. Eden wipes them away with a napkin from the bag without preamble.
“Don’t look scandalized. I’ve seen your dick enough times.”
“I’m not scandalized,” Charlie grunts, swallowing his mouthful. “Just surprised.”
Because I didn’t know you cared whether I slept is on the tip of Charlie’s tongue, but not what he ends up saying.
“You’ve got a short break.”
“Is that a challenge?” Eden asks, pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie.
They bunch up comically, but it’s an adorable look on Eden who manages to mix styles in a way Charlie isn’t used to.
That, and Charlie loves when his forearms are exposed.
He’s becoming obsessed with Eden’s assortment of random, colorful tattoos that almost look like stickers—some of which only peek out from beneath his stacks of friendship bracelets when he twists his wrists.
Then again, he’s starting to suspect he’s a bit obsessed with everything about Eden.
“No.” Charlie takes a smaller bite, chewing thoughtfully. Why did he say no? “Yes.”
“Which is it, Charlie?” Eden asks
“Which answer gets me an orgasm?” Charlie asks, staring at his half-eaten burrito and wondering if he wants a full belly or a handjob more. What the fuck is he even saying? Definitely the handjob.
“The answer where you finish that fucking burrito then go home and take a nap.”
“You sound like Andrew.”
Eden leans over the center of the car, mouthing at Charlie’s ear before biting.
“Ouch,” Charlie yelps.
“Be a good boy and shut the fuck up.”
“Fine,” Charlie sighs, because really, what the hell is he arguing about? Eden wants him to eat what is possibly the most delicious burrito of his life while he jerks him off? This is a dream come true scenario.
“Wow, who knew the way to make you compliant was food and sex.”
“Don’t forget copious praise about my talent and good looks,” Charlie grins before taking a huge bite of his burrito, then immediately regretting it when Eden’s delicate fingers slip under the waistband of his pants.
“Did you wear these hoping I’d touch you, Charlie?”
Arousal makes it hard to think. He’s not sure he made any purposeful choices when getting dressed today except comfort and these elastic waistband, tie dye pants are comfortable as fuck.
They’re also apparently easy access for Eden, making them Charlie’s new favorite pair of pants.
He’s going to buy them in every pattern.
Hell, he’s going to wear nothing but stretchy waistband pants if it means Eden might shove his hands down them with more frequency.
“Hard and wet already,” Eden croons. “Slut.”
Charlie grunts, struggling to chew without choking while Eden’s experienced hand strokes up and down his dick with purpose. In the short time they’ve been together, Eden’s figured out exactly how Charlie likes it—firm and fast.
Closing his eyes, Charlie slumps into the seat with a groan. Fuck, Eden’s hands feel good. They’re so much smaller than Charlie’s, but he sure as shit knows how to use them, giving Charlie’s cock a few determined strokes before suddenly stopping.
“The fuck?” Charlie whines, eyes flying open.
“You need to eat.” Eden shoves Charlie’s sunglasses up onto his head, pushing stray bits of blonde hair in every direction. He directs his piercing blue eyes at Charlie; the intensity makes Charlie squirm. “Now.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” Charlie asks, taking a bite of his burrito.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re annoying?”
Mouth too full to report, Charlie settles for flipping him off.
“Finish your food and you can have my mouth.”
Charlie swallows his bite without chewing, damn near choking. “Kisses or blowjob?”
“Which one do you want, Charlie?”
His eyes drop to Eden’s mouth and the way his lips shine, he’s got on some kind of lipgloss again.
Something kind of glittering and pink that makes his lip rings sparkle.
The idea of those pretty lips on his dick, stretched wide and covering his cock in glitter is erotic.
Yet all Charlie wants is a taste of Eden.
“A kiss.”
Eden crowds into Charlie’s space, damn near climbing into his lap.
For the first time in his life, Charlie thinks Andrew is right—this car is too fucking small.
He’s going to go out and buy a bigger car today.
Maybe he can borrow Jason’s truck. Charlie fucking hates trucks, but that thing is massive, and if he ever picked up Eden in it, they could definitely have sex in it.
Jason would probably kill him, but it’d be worth it.
“Is that what you want, Charlie?” He tugs the waistband down enough to expose the top of Charlie’s cock. Luckily for them, the parking lot is pretty deserted, and the two cars parked near them are both empty. “Is your cock leaking because you want a kiss?”
“My dick is leaking because you were touching me and because you’re hot as fuck.”
“Slut,” Eden whispers, crashing his lips to Charlie’s.
Bubblegum. His lips taste like bubblegum.
Charlie is in fucking heaven, the lithe line of Eden’s hard little body pressed against him, those perfect fingers of his playing with Charlie’s dick while he kisses him with those talented lips and that glorious tongue ring of his.
This is definitely what heaven feels like.
When Eden’s tongue slips into Charlie’s mouth he lets out a guttural groan. He chases Eden’s tongue with his own, licking across Eden’s lips and relishing in the sweetness of his chapstick and the cool metal of his lip rings.
Suddenly, Charlie wants to devour Eden and not his burrito, wants to press him back in the seat—or better yet his bed. Would Eden let him? So far Eden’s been the one devouring Charlie at every turn, and while Charlie has no problem being selfless in bed he kind of wants a turn.
“Eden.”
Eden hums, nipping at Charlie’s bottom lip.
“Would you ever let me fuck you?” Charlie manages to ask between kisses.
Eden stills, pulling back so abruptly Charlie almost whines. He wants Eden’s mouth back.
“Why?”
“Because I want to.” Charlie licks his lips, chasing the taste of Eden. “I want to make you feel good.”
“I feel good touching you,” Eden says, the edge of something sharp in his tone.
Charlie has the sudden sensation that he's walking a tightrope. It’d be safer to go to solid ground, but Charlie’s never picked the safe or smart option.
“Only if you want. We never talk about what you like.”
“I like your dick,” Eden says, toying his fingers over Charlie’s cock. “And it definitely likes me.”
“You’re distracting me,” Charlie groans, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head when Eden drags his thumb across Charlie’s slit, gathering the precome and bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean.
“I’ve got to head back to work. Think you can come for me before I go?”
“But—” Charlie starts, certain he was trying to ask Eden something. The what becomes a fleeting memory as Eden crashes their mouths together once more as he jerks him off hard and fast, bringing Charlie to orgasm with record speed.
By the time Eden’s tucking him back into his pants and kissing the side of his neck, Charlie’s struggling to think about anything except how perfect Eden is.
“I really gotta go,” Eden says, “but uh, stay here for a second.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” Eden tells him, slipping Charlie’s sunglasses back on then pushing them up into his hair.
“Make me.”
“Don’t try me, smart ass.” Eden sticks his tongue out, which does nothing to stop Charlie’s wandering thoughts about how many places that mouth has been on his body.
Not even an orgasm can slow the low simmering arousal he feels while looking at Eden, his dirty thoughts growing into places he wishes his tongue could be right now as he watches Eden’s ass in his skirt while he hurries back into Juanita’s.
While Charlie waits for his return, he finishes his burrito, shoving the trash into the bag along with the napkins used to clean up the mess Eden made of him, running it to the trash can before returning to his car to wait, this time perching against the hood of his car.
Five minutes later, Eden returns carrying another to-go bag, this one looking substantially fuller than the one he brought Charlie twenty minutes prior.
“What’s all this?”
“Food.”
“No shit,” Charlie snorts. “Why? You just fed me.”
“One meal a day isn’t enough to exist on,” Eden points out. “I can’t come over tonight, I'm busy.”
“With what?” Charlie asks.
“Stuff,” Eden answers evasively. “I have a thing. But you need to eat dinner. Armando made tamales this morning—red and green. There’s food for Andrew, too.”
“You got food for Andrew,” Charlie says, staring at the bag. Somehow that gets him more than anything else. Eden not only easily accepts how much time he and Andrew spend together but includes him, even in this.
“He mentioned he forgot his lunch today so he needs to eat too, and I know you won’t cook for him.”
“You’ve been texting Andrew?” Charlie asks, unsure why that makes him want to kiss Eden so bad.
“Yeah.” Eden eyes him warily, as if expecting Charlie to be jealous or something when nothing could be further from the truth. “Why?”
“Nothing, I just love that you guys are friends.”
“Weirdo,” Eden mumbles, pink rising on his cheeks. “Take the food and go home.”
“At least let me pay you,” Charlie offers, reaching for his wallet when Eden stops him with a look that could kill.
“Go home and take a nap, you look awful.”
“There’s an insult there, but all I hear is that you’re worried about me.”
“Fuck off.”
Charlie smiles. “Will you call me tonight?”
“No.”
“Sext me?”
“No.”
“Send me a selfie?”
“No.”
“Text me?” Charlie widens his eyes, batting his eyelashes at Eden. “Please.”
Charlie half-expects another fuck no and is delighted when what he gets instead is a kiss. A short kiss, but one that is rather bruising in its intensity. When Eden pulls back his eyes are wide and his lips are parted.
“You uh…should go.” Eden clears his throat. “Now. Shoo. And sign the stuff for your agent.”
“Sure thing,” Charlie grins, waiting until Eden is inside the restaurant before damn near skipping to his car door.
It’s kind of disgusting how much he likes Eden.
If any of his brothers could see him now he’d never live it down.
Somehow, Charlie wants that. He wants Alec and Jason to tease him, to have Eden over in his space with his family.
He’s just not sure if Eden would go for it.
High on the taste of bubblegum and a good orgasm, Charlie drives home with a smile on his face and determination in his heart.
Despite the wall Eden’s trying to keep up, there’s no mistaking the way he keeps coming back to Charlie, or the way he kisses him.
Eden likes him too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.
Charlie’s banking on it. If not, the plans he’s making—ones he very much wants to include Eden in—are going to go up in flames, leaving Charlie with a mess to clean up and perhaps his first broken heart.
He really hopes he’s right.