Chapter 34
Charlie
I still can’t believe Brad would just show up to my parent's place like that. I do not understand his motivations. At all. What changed after I stopped begging him to talk to me? Nothing good, I'm sure. But holy fuck it felt good to punch him. Just wish it had actually hurt him.
Ben’s punch ... now that looked like it hurt.
I really hope Brad takes Ben’s advice and just leaves.
Chuck has been a big enough problem without adding Brad into this mess.
Also watching Ben punch him was insanely hot.
If my hand didn’t hurt so much, I probably would have jumped him right then and there.
I feel so fortunate that Ben has opened up to me. I hope this means that we’re moving forward in our .... whatever kind of relationship this is. All I know for certain is that I am happy when I'm with my boys and it feels more complete now that I understand Ben better.
Ben, forever the good guy, followed me dutifully upstairs telling me that he’s ‘only coming to help me pack.’ But I felt that bulge in his pants when we were making out. Benjamin is full of shit.
I push open the door to my bedroom and let Ben enter before me.
I went through a small emo phase in high school and had begged my mom to let me paint my walls black.
She said no and I did it anyways. My mom didn’t want to put the work in to change it after I moved so now my room is a shrine to one of the only times that I disobeyed my parents.
I watch him as he takes the room in, spinning slowly until he is facing me again.
“Why did I think your room would be frilly and pink?”
“I literally do not know Benjamin. I went through an emo phase in high school. What you are seeing is the only remaining proof of my teenage rebellion.” I tell him as he sits down on the bed and smirks at me.
“I still can’t picture it. You’re too sweet and innocent to have a rebellious phase,” Ben teases.
With a dramatic sigh, I come up beside him on the bed and rummage under it until I pull out my box of high school memories. I grab the yearbook from my senior year and flip through the pages until I find a photo of me.
“See? My hair was as black as my walls. I even put a purple raccoon tail in my hair,” I tell him.
I watch his face go an odd shade of red, like he’s trying to hold something in, and then he bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry, but this doesn’t even look like you! I don’t know how to reconcile the Charlie I know with the one that I am seeing in this picture.”
“It really was just a phase. Unfortunately for me and my parents it stuck long enough for my senior photo to look like that and to put black paint on my walls,” I say, giggling along with him.
“Still cute though. Then and now.”
“Well thanks Ben,” I say with a small smile.
We’re silent for a long second and I almost lose my nerve. But then I remember that Ben was brave for me, so I can be brave for him. “I know that you want to wait until you are ready, but I was hoping that I could thank you.”
I see Ben’s eyes darken briefly, but then he responds with “no thanks are necessary.”
I push the box back under the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. “Are you sure?”
Now that I am eye level with his crotch, I can see that he is rock hard. I look up at him through my lashes, causing him to growl the word fuck with a heavy sigh.
“I’d really like to thank my protector,” I prompt, but not making a move to touch him yet.
Ben sighs again, at war with himself, but smiles down at me. “I’m not going to say no to you anymore, firefly.”
“Okay, I gotta ask. Why do you call me firefly?”
He’s been doing it almost since we met and I usually just let it go because he’s always been a little weird and awkward with me. I knew there was a reason behind it, but considering he won’t tell me why he won’t stop shovelling my parents’ driveway, I figured he wouldn’t tell me this either.
“It’s because you came into my life like a little light in the dark. A firefly. My firefly.”
His blunt honesty tugs on my heartstrings. He can call me whatever he wants when he says stuff like that. With even more enthusiasm than I already had, I help him out of his pants and watch in amazement as his cock springs free and I see a quick flash of silver.
Holy fuck Ben is pierced.
Ben catches me staring and his cheeks flush. “I keep meaning to take it out, but it hurt so much going in that I don’t wanna have to go through it again if I end up changing my mind.
“Oh my god Ben, no. Never take it out. That is so fucking hot,” I murmur, eyes locked in on the shiny barbell.
His blush fades and he grins again as I reach out and start stroking him gently.
“I would expect a piercing on Andy. But on you, this is a nice surprise,” I add. Ben’s eyes had closed as I worked him slowly, but they popped open at that comment, and he glares down at me.
“Not really interested in hearing another guy’s name coming out of your mouth right now firefly,” he growls down at me.
“Oh geez, you’re right. Sorry. Let me fix that immediately,” I say quickly before putting my mouth over the tip of his cock and taking him as deep as I possibly can. His piercing tickles my throat in the best possible way.
“Oh fuck.”
Encouraged, I go faster and mewl my appreciation as I do. Ben’s cock is thick but not unmanageable and I find myself able to take the full length of him repeatedly without feeling the need to pause.
Which Ben really seems to like because it’s not long before I hear, “Shit Charlie, I’m gonna come.
” Ben tries to pull away, but I bear down, letting his come splash the back of my throat and swallowing it down greedily.
Only after I'm sure that I’ve gotten it all do I pull my mouth away and lift myself up to sit on the bed next to him while he comes down.
Once his breathing is settled, he looks over at me with unmistakable lust in his eyes. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me to him and kisses me deeply for a moment before pulling away and uttering “You’re going to be the death of me with a mouth like that.”
I snort a laugh. “Just wait until you feel my pussy!”