Chapter Fifteen
Kip
Body Electric
Charlie fumbles with his key, trying to unlock the door to his apartment, while I push up against him from behind. His hair smells clean and sweet, like cinnamon, as I press my nose into it.
“You’re not making it any easier for me to get this door open.” Charlie huffs, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I’d say sorry, but I’m not.”
The lock finally clicks open and Charlie steps inside. I try to stumble after him, but I’m hit with that same invisible wall as last time.
Charlie looks at me with a puzzled expression. “You coming in or?”
I push my hands against the invisible barrier to show him I can’t come in. “This happened that night that I…when I…well, I tried to bring you home first but couldn’t get in. That’s how we ended up at my place instead.”
Charlie’s brow furrows, and then he has a look of realization. “Oh! I think I have to invite you in!” He sounds way too excited. “This is so cool, just like in a movie!”
“Yep, it’s real cool, Charlie.”
“Wait, so you didn’t have to be invited into your own apartment, though?” He asks, looking like he’s solving some complex math problem.
I think back. “Nope. I walked right in.”
“Must have something to do with having your name on the property.” Charlie shrugs. “Anyway…I hereby invite you into my humble studio abode, Kip.”
My hands immediately fall through the now absent barrier, making me stumble since I was leaning my weight on it.
Charlie shoots forward, trying to catch me, but I’m taller and heavier than him by far, so we both end up going down.
“Eugghhh!” Charlie screeches as he falls backwards, and the sound mixes with my “ooomphhh”.
“Shit, you okay, little dude?” I hastily roll off of him, knowing that I’m probably crushing Charlie’s lean body underneath my weight.
Charlie wheezes. “Yep. Never better.”
I crawl over top of his body, holding my weight above him. “You sure?” I search his pretty brown eyes, which are crinkled at the corners as he starts to laugh.
I’ll never get over his laugh. It’s so earnest and full of life.
It’s completely opposite to how he was the night I met him.
On the outside, he shows this tough exterior.
It’s clear that he doesn’t get close to many people, and often doesn’t open up.
But he’s chosen me to let his icy exterior melt for, and I feel blessed.
“You’re beautiful, Charlie. I like you so much.” I’m pretty sure my eyes have turned permanently heart-shaped because of him.
His laughter fades, and is replaced with a soft smile. “I like you too, Kip.”
Leaning down, I gently brush my lips over his.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the feeling of his body against mine.
He fits perfectly. It might seem stupid, silly, or even unbelievable, but there’s something more between us than just two people who met a week ago.
It’s impossibly fast, but there’s a connection between us.
During my time holed up in my bedroom, hiding away from everyone, I had a lot of time to think, watch movies, and hell, I even read.
Can you imagine? Me, Christopher ‘Kip’ Kohl cracking open a book and actually reading?
I haven’t done that since high school. And even then it was usually just using CliffsNotes.
Okay, so I didn’t really crack open a physical book, but I did read some stuff on my phone.
And it wasn’t some intense old school boring shit.
It was more like…okay, fine. So I read some omega-verse stuff.
Did you know that was a thing? Mpreg. Can you believe that?
I wonder if that shit is real. No fucking thanks.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic. My point is that I’ve been reading some books about supernatural creatures.
Most of them being romance. But I mean, that’s like the most common genre of supernatural books.
People loooooovvveee to read books about non-humans getting freaky with humans, or other non-humans. It kind of a cultural phenomenon.
Anywho, in a lot of those books there’s something called ‘fated mates’.
And it got me thinking…what if that’s what Charlie and I are?
It would explain how drawn to each other we are.
I mean, I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
I’ve never wanted to date someone, or spend every waking second with them.
I’m kinda a one and done type of dude. Like, greet their downstairs nice and quick so we both get off, and then say sayonara, never to be seen again.
I’ve greeted a lot of different people’s downstairs businesses.
Not that I’m bragging, I’m just being honest. And generally, if Charlie was anyone else, I woulda already seen his nether regions and moved on.
But with him, I want to take my time. I don’t want to jump right into fucking.
I want to know him, and see him. I want him to be mine.
All I’m saying, is that this is not the norm for me.
And I don’t think it’s the norm for vampires either.
Case in point? Tyson. He isn’t the settling down type either.
He sleeps around just as much as I used to.
Never has he ever actually dated anyone.
So, becoming a vampire isn’t really what changed me, I don’t think. Charlie is.
I press my lips against his tenderly. “I’ve never really liked anyone like this before.” I whisper against his mouth.
In between kisses he replies, “Me either.”
Charlie’s hands wind up in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands.
He delicately tugs on the locks, while his tongue moves against mine languidly.
My cock is harder than steel from the kissing and his proximity, and I can feel his length pressing against my thigh.
His hips tilt up, chasing any friction he can get, as I grind down on him.
Suddenly he pulls back, and I worry that I hurt him, before he says “We forgot to shut the door.” His eyes are wide and filled with embarrassment.
I look over my shoulder, and sure enough, the front door to his apartment is wide open. A little old lady stands outside in the hall, gawking at us.
“Sorry, ma’am!” I rush up from the floor, and quickly close the door on the lady.
“I mean, it’s kind of her fault for stopping to watch.” Charlie smirks.
“Do you think she was into it?” I stalk back over to Charlie, offering my hand to help him off the floor.
“Have you seen you? Of course she was into it. Who wouldn’t be?”
When Charlie is finally standing, he immediately wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me again. “Maybe we should head to my bed?”
“You’re right, wouldn’t want any more peeping old ladies watching the show. Unless you’re into that.” I snicker, wrapping my hands around the underside of Charlie’s thighs to hoist him into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back. My hands move to cup his ass.
Let’s take a moment so I can talk about Charlie’s ass, because damn. Now, I haven’t seen it unclothed, but I can already tell it’s a masterpiece. The assy-est of asses. I’m talking the most round, tight little buns you’ve ever seen. And I can’t fucking wait to see it bare.
His apartment is a studio, so it doesn’t have a separate bedroom.
But to make up for it, he has one of those room separator things.
The entire way to his bed, Charlie brushes kisses over my jaw and neck.
When he reaches the junction of my neck and shoulder, he stops to suck at the skin, leaving a bruise.
“You get to mark me, I get to mark you.” Charlie says smugly, stroking over the now purple spot on my skin.
“Now, wait a minute! I healed you afterwards, so now there isn’t a mark to be seen. That’s not fair.” I whine.
“This’ll fade too, eventually.” Charlie almost seems sad.
“Okay, hear me out. This might sound crazy but…” I settle him down on his bed.
“What if I mark you with my fangs and don’t heal it?
Is that too much? Wait, don’t say anything.
I get it, it’s too soon. It’s a dumb idea, forget I said anything.
In fact, to distract you, I’m now going to strip my clothes off. ”
“Hold on a sec…I mean, continue to strip, but let’s not discard the idea of marking me permanently so fast…” Charlie flashes a devious smile.
I shuck my shirt off, watching Charlie’s eyes drag down my torso and his jaw hang open. Listen, I’m fucking proud of my body. I work hard on these abs, and it feels good to watch Charlie drool over them.
“You want me to leave my bite marks on you, sweetheart?” I purr.
“Only if I get to leave some of my own on you.” His hungry graze rakes down my body as I pop the button on my jeans and slide down the zipper, revealing my tight black boxer-briefs.
Slowly peeling my jeans down my legs, I reply “Well, I don’t know if I can scar like you can, but if I can’t, I could always get your mark tattooed on me. It’d be my first, and only ever, tattoo.”
I’m standing at the edge of the bed, clad only in my briefs.
Charlie sits up, shedding his shirt. “Mmm…I kinda like the idea of that.” His eyes are full of heat, pupils expanded.
Underneath his black t-shirt, Charlie’s chest is pale and lean. He’s got soft definition in his abs and pecs. Surrounding his navel and leading below his belt line, there’s a dark trail of hair that makes my mouth water.
“Fuck, Charlie.” My voice is thick with lust. I can’t take my eyes off of him.
He moves to undo the button of his black skinny jeans, but I pounce, and hastily stop him. “Wait.” I rasp. “Let me do it, please.”
Charlie’s hands fall to his sides and he leans back on the bed with his knees spread, leaving himself open for me.