Chapter 21
twenty-one
Flip His Lid
Jim
Ican’t believe that just happened. Holy shit!
It was the best damn hand job I have ever had.
From a guy with zero experience, no less.
It was like he could read my mind or just knew what I liked.
It got me there so fast. I mean, it had been a while since I was last with someone else.
It’s not like other men were just available at anyone’s whim. I usually had to go hunting.
Standing and looking in the mirror at myself, I was actively smiling. It was a rare sight, even for me to see it myself. It’s like I have been plugged in for the first time and getting the full power I needed to be happy.
I controlled my hair and shaved since it had been days since I had done that task. I was getting overly scruffy for my taste. I brushed my teeth even though I’ve been kissing Charlie, invasively, all morning.
Going back to the bedroom bare ass naked, my now flaccid cock swaying as I walked, having left my towel to dry in the bathroom.
Charlie was waiting holding a pajama set for me.
When he looked up, his frozen eyes beamed right at my crotch, making him bite his bottom lip.
I tilted my head in return, wondering why he was also in pajamas.
Before I could ask, he beat me to it, “We are staying in bed all day. I noticed you started another book yesterday, and I have one to read too. And this way you can continue to get your rest. Sound like a plan?” Then he held up a pajama set for me.
“Sounds amazing, Honey.” I walked over for him to help me in my bottoms, no undergarments this time, and with more confident movements from him.
He pulled my bottoms up over my soft dick, grazing it by mistake, and making it jiggle.
“Be careful or we will be right back where we just were,” I teased.
That’s when I realized that, oh my God, he made me juice but he never did himself.
I bet he is in agony right now.
He had just slipped my shirt on for me and came around to button it up himself. He was on the second button down, when I grabbed his hand to hold them there against my chest. When Charlie looked into my eyes, brow low, I stated, “You didn’t finish off. You did me, but–”
“I’m okay,” flattening his hands against my puffed-up chest. “I actually don’t know what even came over me in there. I just did it. It felt like an out of body experience, to be honest.” He lowered his head a little, breaking eye contact.
“Well, I’m so glad whatever invaded your thoughts and movements in there did,” I leaned down, nibbled his lips, then pressed my forehead to his.
“You did amazing and it felt so fucking good,” making him beam, like the praise was his source of happiness.
Maybe it was, now that I think about it.
He probably didn’t get much of it in life in general. I will have to test that theory later.
After a moment, I leaned away letting him continue to button me up. I got back in bed and situated, then he joined me with his book. We read for most of the day, with Charlie every now and then stopping to make a statement about his book, ‘The Catcher in the Rye’.
Around noon, I needed to pee and stretch so we got ourselves up out of bed and also took the opportunity to get toasted bologna and salami sandwiches for lunch which Charlie threw together from the groceries that were left on the stoop.
He threw a pot on, boiling some water to make iced tea out of the tea bags that were included, saying he needed to drink some flavor.
It’s still making my brain flip a little, over the fact Mike got that grocery pool organized, out of all people. Clearly, he was trying.
Around dinner time, we heard banging at the door downstairs. Charlie had a concerned look. I knew that bang and who was the drummer. “It’s David,” rolling my eyes. “No one else bangs on the door like that. He does it to annoy me or to try to wake me up if I’m passed out.”
“Yeah, okay.” Charlie rolled out of bed, “I’ll go let him in.
” He set his book aside. I handed him mine as well, because with David here, our reading day was coming to an end.
He disappeared and less than ninety seconds later David barreled in, Charlie shortly behind him with two glasses of iced tea.
David was exploding with so much energy, he could probably power the mine and then some. “You would not believe what happened! It was rad! I have never seen anyone blow so hard.”
“What are you talking about?” I was looking up at him from my spot. Charlie was just standing there, looking like he didn’t know where to go or how to handle David’s outburst. I motioned him over to me, even though my back was to him. That way he was next to me and facing David.
“Tom. He exploded with the force of an atomic bomb,” swinging his arms out and up with his hands opening with force, fingers spread like a detonation. “I have never heard anyone get so loud or turn so red. If the cops weren’t there, I would have been afraid of what he might have physically done.”
“David,” making him pause his interjection. “Get to the fucking point! What made Tom pop?” David’s excitement was making me impatient and I could feel Charlie’s vibe behind me, still not used to David’s over-the-top personality when he was wound-up.
“Tom questioned a bunch of men, plus what Charlie told him at the hospital about what happened,” pointing to my left side.
“He had the police there already when we came up at the end of shift. He fired Richard, publicly. But Richard wasn’t having it.
Started screaming that you both are f–,” he stopped himself before the word slipped out, his eyes shifty before finishing with a grunt, “fairies. Said he caught you both in the mine kissing. Can you believe that!” He rolled his eyes.
“It was the most absurd thing I ever heard, but it made Tom completely blow his gasket. If his head had exploded open, gears would have gone flying. The police jumped in the middle, I think out of caution, Tom looked like he was going to attack but they ended up throwing cuffs on Richard and dragged him away kicking and screaming the worst things.”
I had nothing to say.
What could I say?
But I did hear Charlie behind me, his breathing raspy.
Shit.
He was panicking. “Charlie, come here.” I reached up awkwardly with him behind me and grabbed his bicep.
His eyes were beady, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen to his brain.
“I need you to breathe. Slow, yeah? It’s okay.
You are safe. Everything is alright, right David?
” I peeked over at him, for some assistance, but he was looking at us with confusion.
Rightly so, since he didn’t know Charlie’s full story.
I didn’t even know it yet, but I knew enough.
I silently pleaded with David to back me up. When he got the message, he confirmed what I said, “Yeah. Everything is alright. Richard is in deep trouble with what he did to Jim.”
I was moving my hand up and down Charlie’s arm to comfort him.
It all seemed to be helping a little. I needed to distract him or give him something to do.
“Charlie, why don’t you go start dinner.
I’m pretty hungry,” then turning my head back to David, “are you staying, I hear we have plenty of food thanks to other miners from work and their families.”
“Sure,” he responded with curiosity in his tone, drawing out the ‘ur’.
“Good,” nodding at him then looking back up to Charlie. “Maybe something with the ground beef?”
The request for food must have snapped Charlie out of it enough, as he was continuously nodding, but still stayed silent like his thoughts were battling it out inside his head and he was having to concentrate on more than he could handle. He left David and I alone with our glasses of iced tea.
After a moment and hearing Charlie’s steps on the stairs, I let myself breathe out a harsh blow that I was holding. I was relieved about the outcome. Charlie can safely go back to work, and Richard won’t be a problem anymore. But what he was screaming, in front of most of the company and town–
OH GOD, MIKE!
“What the fuck was that about?” David finally asked, pointing at the door Charlie just left through.
“Was Mike there when that all went down,” completely ignoring his question. Mine was more important. If Mike was there, I would expect him to show up next, to probably drag his son out of here, for me never to see him again.
“What? Mike? Yeah, he was next to me. Why?” His brows were pinched together, mouth slightly downturned. “What is going on, Jim?”
My mind was caroseling through my thoughts, trying to anticipate how Mike was reacting and what he was going to do about it, but I didn’t have a clue. My mind was spinning out of control between all this new information and what the outcomes were going to be for everyone.
“Jim,” David said quieter, his face softer. “You’re worrying me. What’s going on? Is there something I should know, or, I don’t know, I need to be prepared for?”
“No,” I shook my head, in answer and to try to clear it.
“Everything is fine,” my brain trying to come up with a response that won’t tell David about what little of Charlie’s past I knew or our present.
“Ah, this whole thing is just affecting Charlie harder because he feels guilty, mixed with the violence. I’ve told him multiple times, it’s not his fault. ”
“But it is his fault,” David clipped out.
“Drop it, David. We went over this, already. And I ended that conversation,” I said with force. “So, let it go.”
“Fine.” After a moment of silence, which in and of itself with David is really odd, he broke it by asking, “So what have you both been doing since getting home?”
“Reading,” shrugging my shoulders. “Although I’m out of new books, Charlie has plenty to choose from with my collection.
” My mind was thinking about wanting to go get a new book, somehow.
Hmmm. “Maybe, I could have Charlie walk me to the library tomorrow, even if I should probably stay in bed for one more day. I’m only in extreme pain if I do something stupid. Walking shouldn’t be an issue.”
David rolled his eyes, “I can’t believe you found another man just as obsessed with books as you are…” shaking his head back and forth, smirking.
I shrugged again, trying to keep it nonchalant.
We continued to talk, David filling me in on who helped with the food and items that were left, some gossip about the mine going under.
It wasn’t producing as much coil as others in the region anymore compared to the spending, which didn’t sound good to me.
And there is a woman named Verna Dibble with the Woman’s Club of Mount Washington who is trying to get funding from the city so they could plant a bunch of trees and shrubs on the mountain side to beautify the area.
They also asked for the city to have the giant Iron City Beer billboard to be taken down as it was an eyesore and inappropriate for children to see, which was ridiculous to me, but what do I know, I don’t have kids.
“Speaking of kids, Linda got pregnant, finally,” David continued, shaking his head with a small smile. “Her and Paul were having the hardest time. Paul is ecstatic! He was in room two, and you could hear him tell everyone from the back of room one, I swear.”
“That’s amazing! I am really happy for them,” smiling, glad there was some good news in there after the kind of week I’ve had.
At that moment, Charlie walked back in, changing my thought to, I guess it hasn’t all been bad.
I smiled at him, he looked better now, but his fingers were fidgety with themselves.
“So, I made a meatloaf with a small batch of mashed potatoes,” he blushed a little when I gave him a big smile. He was so cute. “It should be done soon, but do you have a vegetable preference?”
At the same time as I said, “Whatever we have and whatever you want,” David said, “Carrots!”
Charlie bounced his eyes from me to David, then back to me. I just rolled my eyes, swung my arm in David’s direction repeating, “Carrots… apparently.” This caused Charlie to crack his first smile since David arrived. It wasn’t big by any means, but I’d take it.
God, I wish I could kiss him. I need some honey.
“Okay,” he nodded his head and turned to leave, his shoulders not as high around his neck as they were when he arrived.
“Ho– Charlie.”
Shit. I almost let out the endearment.
This was harder than I thought it was going to be. How did I fall so hard and so fast?
He startled to a stop, turned his head back to me at the door, holding onto the frame. His lips were in his mouth, with a slight blush coloring his face. “Just yell up the stairs, okay? I’ll have David bring me down, since he is here to supervise. I need to stretch my legs, anyway.”
The right corner of his mouth quirked up to a sharp point. “Sure. See you in a few,” then he departed.
“I hope the loaf isn’t dry.”
I rolled my eyes back in his direction, “Shut it, David. He doesn’t have to feed you, you know,” with a little heat but an unserious tone.
He held his hands up in surrender, brows high, eyes big. “Okay, okay. Jeez, when did you turn into such a protective daddy?”
I groaned, putting a hand over my face, “You are insufferable,” wanting this to end immediately.
“Thanks, buddy. It’s a true talent, so I appreciate the compliment,” sarcasm gushing out of him.
I shook my head, “Come here, move closer, so I can smack you.” Both of us laughed, making my back tink in pain, but I didn’t care. The laugh and positive energy felt good. And there is only one person I could really thank for that, and he was downstairs, instead of in my arms.