Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

Niko slid a gentle hand into his hair to keep him in place, as though he was afraid that Charlie might suddenly stop. The very idea that Charlie would even consider it was enough to have him smiling around the cock in his mouth. He kept going until he heard Niko's breathing change and then reluctantly pulled back.
    Niko whined pitifully as Charlie sat back to survey his handiwork. Niko's hair was in disarray from where his own fingers had pulled through it and his lips were red and swollen from Charlie's kisses. Just a hint of his perfect stomach was on display, the muscles rippling and the light dusting of hair that led to his cock cheerfully inviting. He looked like some ancient Greek sex god that had been brought to life and thoroughly debauched by Charlie's own unworthy hands.
    " Fuck ," Charlie growled.
    Unable to wait any longer, Charlie stood and stripped his clothes off, throwing them in a careless heap behind him. He kneeled again and helped Niko out of his jeans, sliding them as carefully as he could over the bandage on his leg before those too, were tossed to the side. Charlie paused for a moment to grab lube and a condom from the side table and then climbed into Niko's lap.
    The preparation was messy and rushed and at least half of the lube Charlie used ended up streaking down the backs of his thighs, but he couldn't have cared less. He was far too eager to have Niko inside of him. All the while, Niko's hands and lips were busy, touching and tasting and making it fucking impossible to concentrate. Charlie loved every second of it.
    The noise that Niko made when Charlie finally slid onto him was almost inhuman and more than worth the twinge of pain Charlie suffered for rushing. When his ass finally rested in the cradle of Niko's hips, Charlie paused. He rested his forehead against Niko's and kissed him as he tried to catch his breath. Niko's hands were everywhere—sliding up into Charlie's hair, smoothing down his back, slipping down even farther to trace the rim of Charlie's ass where it was stretched impossibly tight around the base of his cock—and the whole time he murmured to Charlie, telling him how perfect he was and how good he felt as he peppered his face and neck with kisses.
    They began to move in tiny increments, Charlie grinding his hips down in a slow figure eight as their gasps and moans steadily rose to fill the air. Sweat trickled down Charlie's back and pooled at the base of his spine as he lifted himself higher and higher with each thrust of his hips. His hands slid over Niko's shoulders, fingers digging in for leverage, and his nails left tiny half-moon indentations in Niko's sweat-slick skin.
    Niko's large hands curled over Charlie's hips, wrapping almost completely around him and guiding him as his thrusts became harder and more erratic. A slight shift of Niko's hips had his cock brushing over Charlie's prostate and that was all it took to have Charlie coming with a harsh, broken sob. Niko followed moments after, his hands tightening like a vice on Charlie's hips. Charlie spared a moment to hope that they would leave bruises.
    Charlie's hips continued to rock as he twitched and whimpered against Niko's throat, still reeling from the intensity of his pleasure. He came down in slow increments, awareness gradually registering the gentle press of Niko's lips, the barely-there brush of his fingers over his skin, the thick press of his cock still buried deep inside.
    "Fuck," Charlie breathed when he had regained the ability to speak.
    "You're telling me," Niko said with a breathy laugh. "Christ."
    Charlie pulled back to smirk at him. "Nope, Charlie."
    "Smart ass."
    Charlie gently flexed his muscles, his smirk growing when Niko's breath stuttered and his hips gave a tiny thrust upward. Confident that he'd won that exchange, Charlie leaned in and kissed Niko again, lingering now that the edge of desperation had been momentarily quelled.
    Eventually Niko's cock softened and their bodies were forced to part. Charlie whined at the loss, but Niko simply kissed his pout and suggested a shower, which mollified him a bit. Their fingers were pruned by the time they made it out of the shower since the majority of their time was spent cleaning one another, only to dirty themselves again.
    Once they were dry, Charlie pulled out his deluxe first aid kit and expertly re-bandaged Niko's leg, placing a little kiss on his knee when he finished. He gave him his largest pair of pajama pants and his old UW