Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Darcy led Charma to his bedroom, excitement and nerves making his heart pound.
He was about to make out with the guy he’d brought home in his pants.
When the guy was a chameleon, that was. Otherwise, it would be weird.
Weirder than it already was. He couldn’t even imagine how you would bring a whole guy home in your pants.
Unless it was a metaphor, like having their number in your pocket to call to come over later.
But then it wouldn’t be going to bed with someone on the first meeting, would it?
Okay, Darcy, shut the fuck up, he told the little voice in his head that was nattering on crazily.
He just never did this, never brought anyone home and slept with them.
Hell, he hardly ever brought anyone home, which was maybe a good thing given how he’d gone from rescuing a chameleon to bringing a guy he’d just met into his bedroom.
He shook his head. Focus on Charma, that would help.
He turned and looked at the guy. Charma had his head tilted to the side, and when Darcy looked at him, he gave a half smile.
“You okay?”
Darcy nodded vigorously. “Yeah. I just don’t usually do this.”
“Have sex with a shifter?” Charma asked.
“That too, but I meant having sex period. Well, no not having sex period, but having sex right off the bat like this.”
“We don’t have to.” Charma looked disappointed but resigned.
“I know, but I want to. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. I just need to stop thinking so very much.”
“You sure?”
Darcy nodded, again. “I’m sure. I want to do more than just kiss you. I get in my head sometimes, though, and talk myself out of things I want. Then I regret it later. I don’t want to regret not sleeping with you when I had the chance. You know?”
“I think so?” Charma shrugged. “I’m not sure I do know. I mean I’m not in your head. But if you want to do this, I totally want to do this.”
“So we should just do it before my nerves shoot my brain in the foot.”
They both giggled at that, and that made him feel so much better, the nerves backing off, the excitement not.
“You don’t need to be nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Oh, I’m more excited than nervous. My brain is just an idiot.”
That made Charma laugh again—reminding him how much he loved the tinkling sound—and Charma then pressed their lips together and the moment they were kissing, his brain shut up.
Or at least switched from endless rambling to good good good, this is so good.
So he closed his eyes and met Charma’s tongue halfway and reveled in how amazing kissing Charma felt.
Letting go of Charma’s hand, which he’d somehow been still clamped onto, he slid his fingers up along Charma’s arm and then around his shoulder, keeping Charma close. Charma slid both hands around his waist, proving there was no danger of him going anywhere, and deepened their kisses.
It was hot and sexy, and he thought he could stand here and do this forever.
He wanted more than just kisses, though, and eventually he grabbed hold of the bottom of the borrowed T-shirt Charma was swimming in and started pulling it upward. He stopped about halfway there and drew back a bit.
“Is this okay?”
“Oh yeah.” Charma held his arms up to the sky. “Go for it.”
Grinning, he pulled the shirt the rest of the way up and off, his attention getting caught by the site of Charma’s belly up close.
He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but the ab muscles were definitely there, calling to his fingers.
Tossing the T-shirt onto the floor, he let his fingers explore all that gorgeous skin.
Charma moaned and caught his breath, and Darcy explored the way that changed the shape of Charma’s body, the way the already skinny belly became slightly concave. Then he slid his finger around and into Charma’s navel, eliciting a giggle from the guy. This was so much fun!
He looked up to meet Charma’s gaze, finding the guy staring at him, smiling.
“Can I return the favor?” Charma asked.
It took Darcy an embarrassing long time to figure out exactly what Charma meant, but it did finally occur to him that Charma didn’t have his shirt on and he still did.
“Oh! Yes, of course.” He rolled his eyes at himself and tugged his T-shirt out of his pants before grabbing the bottom of it to pull it over his head.
“No, let me.” Charma pushed his hands away and took over. He pulled the shirt up gradually, his fingers dragging along Darcy’s skin.
“Oh, fuck.”
Charma froze. “You good?”
“Uh-huh. Very. Don’t stop.”
Grinning, Charma continued, fingertips brushing Darcy’s nipples on their way by and making him moan. His cock was rock hard already, and they were barely even half naked.
As soon as his shirt was gone, they stepped back in together, chest against chest, their mouths meeting for more kisses.
Now this, he could do forever. Except he knew he was going to want more than the kisses and naked torsos and that was totally cool because they were both into it.
He could feel the heat of Charma’s cock against his own, even through his board shorts and the borrowed bermudas Charma was wearing.
A part of him wanted to tear their pants off, but he was pretty sure he was going to come the minute the air or a hand hit his cock and he didn’t want this to be over yet.
So he made himself keep focusing on the kisses, and Charma seemed pretty happy to do that, too.
Then he slid a hand between them and touched one of Charma’s nipples.
A sound filled his mouth and Charma pushed closer, the encouragement to continue clear.
He played with the little nub, loving the way it got hard under his fingertips.
He about died when Charma returned the favor.
His knees went weak, and he whimpered into their kisses.
Like a dam was broken, they were suddenly rubbing against each other, hands exploring madly, gliding over chest and belly, flicking at nipples.
Suddenly, the urge to draw off their shorts became a necessity because he was going to come even with them on.
It was right there in his lower back, and he didn’t think he could hold it off any longer.
He wasn’t sure why he’d thought he needed to in the first place, to be honest. Other than not wanting to still be wearing pants when it happened.
He moved from tugging at Charma’s nipples to tugging at the ties that held Charma’s borrowed shorts up.
Charma was right there with him, pulling his shorts open.
They’d barely both gotten their respective pants down below their hips when their cocks brushed each other and Darcy cried out, come shooting from him in long jets.
Charma gasped and gave himself a tug before joining Darcy.
They clung to each other, breathing hard.
“Well, that was embarrassingly quick,” Darcy noted dryly when his breathing had evened out and he was starting to feel cold, as well as a bit ridiculous with his shorts and underwear having fallen down around his ankles.
Charma laughed again, that sound bright, but before Darcy could get his back up thinking Charma was laughing at him, said, “Only if it was just you—and it wasn’t. Besides, now we can actually get into bed and take our time.”
Darcy melted. Charma was the nicest guy he’d met in a really long time.
“You’re right.” He took a step back, or at least tried to, but the shorts he’d forgotten about were still wrapped around his ankles and he felt himself going backward.
Windmilling his hands, he tried to keep it from happening.
Lucky for him, Charma grabbed hold of his waist and pulled him forward so he was resting against Charma instead of falling on his ass.
Charma was giggling again, and Darcy told the little voice in his head who was about to natter on about embarrassing moments to fuck right off, then laughed with Charma. They leaned their foreheads together and just let it all out. And when the laughter faded, they kissed again.
“We should probably ditch the ankle restraints and get into bed before I manage to fall flat on my face,” Darcy suggested.
“Yeah. I’d hate to have to go to the ER and explain the broken noses.”
That cracked him up again, only this time he kicked his clothes the rest of the way off and climbed into bed before it turned into more kissing.
Charma cuddled in with Darcy, their legs tangling together, their cocks nestling in against each other like this was what they were made for.
They were both still more hard than not, but the urgency had backed off now that they’d come, thank the goddess.
Not that he hadn’t enjoyed coming, but he wanted to explore, to touch Darcy and learn the things that made him hot.
He wanted it to last more than a few minutes.
Darcy pushed his hair off his face and cupped his cheeks, looking into his eyes. Really looking at him. It made him smile, and he stared right back, taking in the pretty brown eyes and the tousled hair. He ran his fingers through it, making the ends stand up, which had him chuckling.
“What?” Darcy asked, eyes rolling up like he was trying to see his own head.
“Your hair is unruly.”
“Oh.” Darcy reached up and attempted to flatten it, but Charma grabbed Darcy’s hand and shook his head.
“That wasn’t a complaint—I like it. Carefree and easy.”
“That’s me, carefree and easy.” Darcy’s cheeks colored. “That sounded bad. Although given that I just met you and we’re already in bed together post-orgasm, it’s probably accurate. But you made me.”