Maybe You Are Gonna Be the One to Save Me.
Title: Maybe You Are Gonna Be the One to Save Me. Author: escapist_art Pairing: Charlie Pace/Desmond Hume Prompt: Challenge #52 lostfichallenge Title: Maybe You Are Gonna Be the One to Save Me. Word Count: 6044 Rating: NC17 Summary: Desmond and Charlie take comfort in one another. Author's Notes: This is set the night that Charlie and Hurley got Desmond drunk and he had the fight with Charlie. It's AU after that because my memory is crap, and it is a one-shot. No beta, all mistakes are mine and I'll try to fix them as I catch them. Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any profit from the use of them in this story. This is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, nor part of the ABC series.
Charlie sat looking at Desmond in disbelief. This crazy bloke actually believed that he was responsible for keeping him alive. True, he had built the lightning rod just in time for it to take the lightning strike that might have hit Claire's tent instead. He'd also known from a mile away that Claire was drowning and had gone to save her. There had been close calls for Charlie several times since coming to this island. Beginning with the plane crash that destroyed the part of the plane where Charlie had been seated, to his hanging at the hands of Ethan, and then the hatch implosion, Charlie had already escaped death 3 times. There may be other times he should count as well. Come to think of it, maybe there was a curse hanging over him, or as it would seem, maybe he had some type of charm protecting him.
"So, why do you want to try to save me anyway? What's so special about me?" Charlie asked Desmond in a low voice, his eyes searching the other man's face with a mixed look of disbelief and awe. Looking back at him with wild eyes, Desmond slurred out in a heated rush, "Don't you see, man? If I can save you, then maybe there is no such thing as fate. Maybe I can save my own life from becoming this..." waving an arm around, he indicated the island and all that had happened to him there. Frowning, Charlie chewed on the inside of his lower lip and scooted over to sit closer to Desmond, his knees drawn up with his elbows resting on them. Looking over at him, Charlie shook his head, "So as long as you keep saving me, you have hope. Is that it?" "Hope, yes, and a reason to live," swiveling his head to look at Charlie, the sudden movement put Desmond a little off balance and he fell sideways against him, his shoulder against Charlie's. Looking at him with a grin, nearly nose to nose, Charlie shook his head, "You're out of your tree, you know that, don't you? If it makes you feel better to think it though, I suppose there's no harm to it."
Looking at Charlie like this now, and perhaps in part because of all the alcohol in his bloodstream, Desmond felt a strong connection to him. He knew in his gut that no matter what he had to try and protect him, had to do anything that he possibly could to save Charlie's life. It didn't matter how many times, or what exactly it took. Right now, though, he felt worn through and ready to crash, aching for a little human contact to soothe the pain inside of him. For a brief, glorious time, Desmond didn't know if it had been minutes, hours, or days, he'd had another chance to get his life right, and he'd blown it again. Would he get another chance? Should he? If he did would he make a different choice and be with the woman that he loved?
Sagging wearily, he lay his head on Charlie's shoulder, leaning further into him as he felt a gentle arm wrapping around his back. Turning his face toward Charlie's neck, he murmured against his skin softly, his lips brushing lightly against the surface, "You're a good man, Charlie. Good men are hard to come by in this world." Desmond's eyes had dropped closed, and his arms had gone to encircle Charlie, one across his back, the other stretching across his lean stomach, the hands gently clinging to the fabric of his shirt. "Stay close to me, Charlie. Don't leave me and I'll do my best to keep you safe," he promised, nuzzling his face against the other man's neck sleepily, and then drifting off into a deep slumber.
Charlie had no idea what to make of it all, and frankly he'd had his share of the whisky as well. Perhaps things would make more sense in the morning, once he'd gotten through the inevitable hang-over. For now, though, he was wrapped in what he could only think of as the loving embrace of a man who promised to keep him safe. For some odd reason he wanted to believe him, maybe just because it was one of the few times since crashing here that he'd actually felt a tiny bit of comfort and caring from another human being. In fact, it had been longer than he cared to remember since someone had been so kind to him without wanting something in return. Here this man was practically dedicating his own life to protecting Charlie's, and it felt really nice down deep inside to think he was worth that much to someone.
Never mind the soft brush of Desmond's lips against Charlie's skin, or the chills that the man's voice gave him. Even putting that aside, along with the way his arms were clinging to him just so right now, and how it had felt to have him leaning heavily against his body just a few minutes ago as Charlie had half-carried him to his tent. Forget even the butterflies tumbling hotly within his belly at the closeness of the man. All of that aside, there was something here, some deeper connection that made Charlie want to take care of the man in return. Bringing his hand up, he gently brushed the wild strands of hair back from Desmond's face as he tilted his head to look at him a little. As far as men went, he wasn't bad looking, in fact now that he was calm he looked rather sweet.
A wave of weariness swept through Charlie and he decided to lay down before he fell down. Gently he held Desmond to him as he scooted down in the sand and stretched out, pulling the other man along with him. He ended up with Desmond using his chest as a pillow, his own head in the sand. Charlie hadn't realized that Hurley had been keeping an eye on them until he got up and came over. "Hey, dude, do you, like, need a pillow or a blanket or something?" Hurley asked quietly, making a sweeping motion toward the little tent. Very quietly Charlie answered, giving a little nod and a look of appreciation, "Both, please. Thanks, mate." With a nod Hurley went into the tent and came back out with what he had managed to find. Kneeling next to Charlie, he helped him raise up a little while he stuffed the pillow under his head. Then he stood and shook out the small, thin blanket and draped it over the two men. "Thanks again, Hurley," Charlie breathed out to him, trying not to disturb the sleeping Scot. "Hey, no problem. Just get some sleep," Hurley replied in a soft voice before he stalked off into the night towards his own lodgings. In no time at all Charlie had drifted off into a comfortable sleep. The man on his chest was making soft whiffling noises as he slumbered, only serving to lull Charlie to sleep that much faster.
Desmond woke first, his arm numb from being trapped under Charlie for the better part of the night, and his bladder achingly full. Stirring, he found his head was pounding in the most painful way. Very carefully he tried to pull his arm from underneath Charlie without waking him, but he wasn't entirely successful. Watching Charlie's face as he started to stir in the dawning morning light, he couldn't help but feel he was watching an innocent child waking. There was something about him that made his stomach feel drawn tight, and caused an aching low in his groin. Charlie stretched, his back arching, both arms thrusting upward, hands clenched into tight little fists. He yawned wide, and even his legs drew up and then stretched outward. It was so sweet that it was entirely endearing, and Desmond couldn't help but to smile at him, even with his head throbbing the way that it was.
Finally cracking an eye open, the first thing Charlie saw was Desmond leaning on his elbow right next to him and giving him the most peculiar smile. "Hullo," Charlie managed to croak out, his other eye popping open as well. Suddenly looking a little uncomfortable, Desmond looked down at the sand, though his smile didn't fade in the least. "Hello yourself, Charlie. Have a good rest?" his own voice hadn't fared much better, the usual silkiness about it gone. Charlie eyed the Scot, then leaned up on his own elbow, bringing himself a little closer to Desmond. Right now, with his usual morning erection wrapped up against his belly, Charlie had to admit his attraction to the man was more than just fleeting. Considering that they'd just spent the night wrapped around one another, he thought he may as well admit it to himself, as well as Desmond.
Swaying in closer to him, Charlie cupped a hand under Desmond's chin and looked into his eyes, uncertain of what he would find there. It surprised him to see the hunger that he found, the look pulling him in as surely as if they were magnetic opposites. Both men closed their eyes at the last moment just before their mouths touched timidly. Their lips had feathered against one another's so softly that each of them was unsure if they had actually kissed. It was Desmond's hand that went to thread through Charlie's hair and pull him back, but it was Charlie's tongue that probed at closed lips until they parted in welcome. Both men moaned softly as their tongues touched for the first time, hands groping to find hips and tug them closer. Their kiss lingered for several long moments as each explored the soft warmth of the other's mouth, their bellies brushing and hips bumping awkwardly.
Desmond was the one who broke the kiss, giving Charlie an embarrassed smile. "Much as I'm enjoying this, I desperately need to go relieve myself," chuckling, he started to get up, then cast a worried look at Charlie, "Come with me, Charlie. I don't like the thought of leaving you alone out here. Of not knowing that you're safe." The bashful smile that had lit up Charlie's face just a moment ago faded to a frown, and he nodded his acceptance, though he let out a little sigh. Getting up from the warm dip in the sand where the two of them had spent the night, Charlie quickly brushed as much of it from himself as he could. "Alright, Desmond. I will for now, but I don't promise to never leave your sight. Don't know if I could live that way," it was difficult for him to say, knowing now the dedication that Desmond felt towards the task, but he didn't want Desmond to get the wrong idea about things.
The two walked out into the jungle along a well known path to a place the group had designated for use as a loo. It was far away from any water sources, and Sayid and a few others with military experience had set it up for them all to use. It wasn't the most pleasant of places, but it was better than the whole of the island turning into a toilet. Of course on long journeys they didn't really have a choice, but here, close to camp, it only made sense. They each took a separate booth to relieve themselves, though Charlie still chuckled to himself at the unmistakable sounds of relief coming from the Scot. He wondered if Desmond was as noisy during sex, a thought that made the task at hand a little harder as a wave of desire passed through him.
Briefly Charlie considered having a wank once he finished pissing, but he knew it would take more than a few minutes, and that he himself would make some very recognizable noises. He wondered how he would ever have the chance to get away for that in the future with Desmond so determined to stay near him. Sure he was attracted to Desmond, but he still had very strong feelings for Claire, too. With a private smile he pictured sharing them both, but he couldn't imagine that Claire would ever accept an arrangement like that. She was just starting to warm up to Charlie after all of the time they had spent together in the past two months, and he didn't want to risk it by making that type of suggestion.
So what had he been thinking when he instigated that kiss a moment ago? Was he really ready to trade the lovely Claire for this scruffy Scot? What of Aaron? Would she still let him act as a father figure if he decided to take up with Desmond instead of her? It was all very complicated, and made Charlie's aching head feel worse. All he did know was that going two months without having a sexual encounter with another human being was starting to wear on him. Since before he became famous he'd had a steady stream of lovers, and he'd never gone this long without sex since his adolescence. Even with regular self-help sessions he was beginning to feel on the edge of desperation.
His thoughts were abruptly cut-off by the sound of Desmond coming out of his booth and rinsing his hands at the make-shift sink. Finishing quickly, Charlie tucked away his semi-hard cock and did up his trousers, then exited his own booth. Giving Desmond a shy smile, he rinsed his hands off, too. "So, what kind of plans did you have for today?" Charlie asked, his mind drifting back to the thoughts he was just having. Desmond's face went blank, then he shrugged, "Just tagging along with you, I suppose, Charlie. Maybe I'll just give you a hand with any tasks that you may have."
The mention of giving him a hand made Charlie look away with a private smirk. "Oh, right. Well," after clearing the stray thought away, Charlie turned back to look at Desmond, their eyes meeting, "usually I help out with Aaron while Claire takes care of herself, and then with getting breakfast prepared for the camp. After that is the hunt for firewood, and more food, that kind of thing." Giving Desmond a once over, he noticed the man looked a little pale, and remembered the bottle of whisky they had shared with Hurley the night before, "Are you feeling up to all of that, mate?"
As Charlie listed his tasks for the day, Desmond inwardly groaned as he thought of the crying baby and all of the noises involved with getting breakfast sorted. What he really wanted was to find a quiet corner in which to curl up and sleep off his headache. It didn't seem to be in the cards for him, though. "Yeah, sure, why not? Think I could use some water before we get started in on all of that, if you don't mind. Times like these I really miss coffee," he tried to keep his voice light and accepting as he moved toward Charlie and placed a firm hand on his back. They started walking together along the path toward camp, Desmond planning to grab some water from his tent on the way to Claire's.
Still unsure if Desmond could really make it through the day he had planned, Charlie looked over at him as they walked, his teeth worrying his lower lip. In the center of his back he could feel heat radiating outward from Desmond's hand on him, and the look that Desmond gave him back only made that fire travel further. It felt like his blood was igniting every nerve ending, and it throbbed through to his groin. Glancing around, Charlie suddenly grabbed the other man by his hand and dragged him a short way off of the path into the jungle, away from prying eyes. For his part Desmond went along willingly, the look Charlie had been giving him having had a similar effect on him.
When Desmond felt his back hitting against the tree, it was all he could do to brace himself so that his head didn't hit it as well. Next thing he knew Charlie was pressed full-length up against him and kissing him with a passion he didn't expect from the smaller man. Long, deft fingers had come up to wrap in Desmond's shaggy mane while Charlie's pink, pointy tongue probed heatedly into Desmond's mouth. Already they were both panting and running greedy hands over one another, gripping and tugging at each other as they softly moaned in unison. Desmond responded with all of the pent-up passion he had stored from years of loneliness and isolation. His hands didn't just grip at Charlie's bum, they thrust down inside the back of his trousers and dug painfully into his soft flesh as Desmond ground their bodies together.
"Oh, fuck," Charlie panted against Desmond's mouth, his lips sliding loosely against the other man's. Glancing around again, he realized they could still be seen, and heard, from the path, and he pulled away, grabbing Desmond's wrist. "Come on," he panted hoarsely as he tugged Desmond further into the jungle, giving him a sly look, "we're going to want somewhere more private."
Following along willingly, Desmond hoped to God that wherever Charlie was leading him wasn't too far away. He felt certain that one way or another the two of them were going to be naked and twisted around each other, and he didn't want to wait too long for it. That mental image was enough to carry him along for several more minutes, then he couldn't stand it any more, and pleaded with Charlie, "Aren't we far enough away yet, Charlie? Here is good enough, isn't it?" Asking as they passed through a small clearing with a lush covering of plants over the ground, he was on the verge of just throwing the other man down, whether he agreed or not.
The thick vegetation surrounding the opening in the woods cast a green glow over everything around them. Charlie stopped in the center of the clearing, and dropped Desmond's hand. Giving him a nervous smile, he stood a pace away from him and slowly pulled his shirt up over his head, then dropped it on the ground. His ears had turned a darker shade of pink, his eyes darkening as he looked at Desmond expectantly. Both hands went to his waistband and began working the button and zipper even as he kicked off his shoes. Licking over his lips, he jerked his chin up at Desmond and ran his eyes down over the Scot's body. "Are you...uh...are you going to join me?"
Stunned into silence by the sight of the fit, younger man stripping slowly for him, Desmond stood with his mouth gaping open a little. Watching him, his heart rate sped while his desire grew by the moment. In this lighting Charlie was beautiful, and seeing him like this now was almost surreal. This was the man who seemed almost child-like when he woke not long ago, only now he looked anything but. Husky and hoarse, Desmond's voice barely made it out over suddenly dry lips. "Yeah, too right I'm going to bloody join you." With fingers that were suddenly clumsy, Desmond worked on the buttons of his shirt, then tore it away from his skin and dropped it unceremoniously onto the ground. They did a much faster job of getting his trousers undone, and he looked up at Charlie while he peeled the fabric back away from his tanned skin and then shucked it down over his legs.
Swallowing hard as he watched Desmond undress, Charlie sucked his lower lip into his mouth and played over it with his tongue. Then Desmond's cock was springing free from his trousers, hard, dark, and thick. It hadn't occurred to him just how fit the older man was before now, but living on the island for so long had trimmed him down to hard muscle and tanned flesh. Charlie's own prick was standing at attention up along his belly, the length of it always a surprise to his lovers, who assumed a man of his size wouldn't be very well endowed. Now that they were both naked, though, each of them seemed reluctant to make the first move. Charlie stepped in closer then, kicking away his trousers. His thumb went to run along a collarbone until his hand came to rest on Desmond's neck. Both of them shuffled closer, though Desmond wore a look on his face that Charlie couldn't quite interpret.
Desmond took in Charlie's sweet, open, needy look; a clear question asking if he was as wanted as the want he felt for the other man. Giving a little nod to the unasked question, he licked at his dry lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind came all of the teachings his religion had drilled into him. That sex not intended for procreation was a sin, and dirty. He knew that Charlie had been raised in the same faith, and wondered if he had the same inner struggle going on inside of him. Like any sin, he also knew that it could be forgiven if the regret were real. Something told him that he would never be able to ask forgiveness for this particular sin. Swallowing hard, he tilted his head as he moved closer, his look changing to one of apology. Was he leading this young man into temptation? All he had to do to save them both right now was to put a stop to it. Yet his hand went to Charlie's hip and drew him closer.
It was almost like the world had slowed down; every movement seeming to move though suddenly heavy air. The two men came together in the warm early morning glow, looking for all the world like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Sounds of the jungle surrounded them, but all they could hear, all they could feel, was the beating of one another's hearts. Their mouths met hungrily, speaking of their inner need as they melded together. Warm limbs brushed over heated flesh as their hands stroked and caressed along faces and throats, then down over shoulders. Straining pricks rubbed against one another as tightly muscled bodies pulled closer and closer together. If either man needed air, they didn't pull away for it, their need for this merging was so much greater. It stretched on and on for what could have been minutes, or hours. Time ceased to mean anything, and the only reality was the one they found in each other's bodies.
When they did finally come away, gasping for air, it felt as though the world jarred back into motion again sickeningly. Charlie clung to Desmond, his head spinning as he kissed wetly along his neck and down along his collarbone. He sucked and licked at it while he tried to regain his balance. "Oh, God, Desmond," he whimpered softly, a panic rising inside of him at what he was feeling. His long-fingered hands ran along the other man's back and sides, searching for something to hold onto. They found the hard line of his hip bones and wrapped around them, digging into the sturdy flesh painfully. It served to bring his own hips in against the Scot's and pressed their respective erections together. A gasp left Charlie at the pleasureful jolt that it gave him, and he moaned out, "I need you, please, Desmond."
Need, not want, it was something deeper than ordinary desire for both men. Maybe it was simple comfort that was drawing them together. Desmond with his years of being all alone with none to give him the simplest human touch. Charlie, who had fought off his heroin addiction, only to have alienated the woman he loved, and now to have a death sentence hanging over his head. How many times would the Grim Reaper knock at his door before he would be forced to face him? Both of them had seen things no human should ever see, and been forced to make decisions that could save or damn them. The past couple of months were more than any ordinary human being could be expected to bear without losing their very sanity, and all of it on an island that seemed to want to take payment in their very souls. Whatever it was, something inside of them called out for them to celebrate life, and they answered willingly.
Sinking into the lush underbrush together, Desmond knelt between Charlie's thighs and lowered himself over him. He cast a glance down between their bodies, drinking in the masculine beauty of the other man, his hand trailing along his muscular chest. Work-toughened fingers grazed across a dark nipple, then rolled it, eliciting a soft cry from Charlie. Desmond gave him a dark smile, and did it again, the smile deepening as Charlie arched up and cried out louder. Lowering his head, he licked, then sucked, at the abused tit, smiling around it at the sweeter noises this produced from the Brit. Switching sides, he drug his teeth teasingly over the other nip, pinching it between them as took Charlie's wrists and held them down. The other man thrashed and groaned under him, and wrapped his legs around Desmond's middle. It had been so long since the last time he'd touched someone this way, and as much as he wanted to draw it out and take his time with Charlie, he knew that his control simply wasn't going to last that long.
Any nervousness that Charlie felt was overcome by his aching need for more. He'd never admit it to any but the priests he'd confessed to, but this wasn't his first time with another man. The other times, though, had been different, born out of need for the drug to which he'd become addicted. When he'd run out of money, he'd used his body to pay for what he needed. Each time, when they were through with him, they'd toss the little sack of powder to him and leave without a backwards glance. And each time his sense of self-worth had dropped until all he felt he was worth was little more than the precious baggies full of drugs. Sometimes even less than that. Here was a man, though, who felt he was worth something. Someone who was determined to save a soul Charlie had long ago sold for drugs. He'd gripped Desmond's head with both hands as he toyed with his nipples, until his hands had been pinned to the ground. Something about being held captive, helpless, as his body was being ravished by the other man's mouth made him fill with a burning desire like he'd never know before. "Ahhhhh! Desmond! Take me, please!" he begged.
Smiling, a new warmth in Desmond's eyes, he stretched out over Charlie and whispered against his lips in a teasing tone, "Oh, aye, Charlie, I'm going to take you. Going to make you cry out so loud that you scare off all the birds." Then his mouth was back on Charlie's, his tongue demanding entry as he shifted a hand from Charlie's wrist to his hair. As he pulled away he brought his other hand up and held two fingers up to Charlie's mouth. "Suck them, get them good and wet, lad," he advised in a low growl. While Charlie obeyed he watched him, his expression dark and amused, and when he was done Desmond reached down behind Charlie and probed at his tight entry. One finger pushed past the resistance and made a few thrusts before being joined by the second. It took a few minutes for Desmond to make his preparations, but when he was done his look changed to one of concern. "Are you certain this is what you want, Charlie?" he asked as he pulled his fingers from him.
Charlie had obediently taken Desmond's fingers into his mouth, and gotten them as moist as he could, then let a moan escape him as he was prepared. Now he was more than ready, and just waiting for the other man to fuck him. "Yes! Bloody hell! Please...please..." What had started out as a frustrated outburst, had quickly turned into a whimpering plea. At any moment it felt as through the whole of his body would just burst into flames. One more touch could send him right over the edge, and he didn't want to go alone. "Desmond, Des, please, I want this, I want you so badly right now." He wrapped his hand in the other man's long, dark hair and pulled him closer, pleading just inches away from his face. "I need you, I need..." closing his eyes, Charlie let his head drop back onto the foliage beneath him and tried to get himself back under control. Panting, he opened his eyes and sucked on his lower lip as he watched the other man, trying to will him to do what he wanted. When Desmond finally nodded and spit into his hand, then smeared his saliva down along his shaft, Charlie felt a tight pull deep inside of his belly and he closed his eyes again in relief. "Yes, oh God, yes," he moaned softly as he pulled Desmond down for a deep, lingering kiss.
Much as he would have liked to think he could stop himself, the truth was that he was lost in the moment. The only thing strong enough to stop him now was the religion he wasn't even sure he believed in any longer. Something about this felt so right, as if it were meant to be. There was even a feeling inside of him that it had all happened before, without any foreboding attached to it. Everything inside of him told him that he needed to make love to this young man, to let them both have this moment. As Charlie kissed him, Desmond pressed the head of his cock to his opening and moaned into the other man's mouth as he entered his tight heat. Stilling his body to give Charlie time to get used to his intrusion, he plunged his tongue into Charlie's hot, wet mouth in a silent testament of what he wanted to be doing to him.
The stretch and the intense burn of it as Desmond first breached his opening drew a cry from Charlie that was stifled inside of Desmond's mouth. It was more than the physical invasion; Charlie felt an emotional upwelling inside of his chest that had verged on the edge of being painful. A tear formed at the corner of one eye, and his body strained to wash away the ache, thrusting upward to force more of the other man inside of him. Ripping his mouth away, he panted out, "Yes, yes, yes, more, Des, please, please..." One hand went to claw at Desmond's shoulder, while the other dipped down and gripped at his hip tightly, tugging at him.
Feeling Charlie's body welcome him, indeed demand more of him, Desmond rocked forward into him, forcing his way deeper. With a little backward slide, he thrust in again, easing himself further inside even as Charlie bucked up to meet him. It felt almost as if he was being sucked inward, and he couldn't find it within himself to fight it even if he'd wanted to. A few more long strokes and he felt himself swallowed up inside of Charlie all the way to the hilt. Nuzzling his face into the other man's neck, he murmured passionately against his skin. "Charlie, sweet lord, it's been so long. So terribly long, and you feel so bloody good wrapped all around me." There was a hitch of emotion to his voice as he spoke when he thought of how he'd nearly lost him.
Looking up at the man who was moving over him so carefully, Charlie was touched by the tender care he was being given by the other man. Feeling the rush of emotions now just added to the sweetness of their lovemaking, and served to intensify the pleasure he was feeling. The bristly face dropped and rubbed along his neck, and the gentle words uttered made him think of how long it had been since he'd last had someone make love to him. It struck him hard in the pit of his belly when he couldn't remember it ever happening before, not really. A sob caught at his throat, nearly choking him, and the words poured from him past it, unbidden. "Oh, God, Desmond, I love you."
The utterance tugged at Desmond's heart, and he kissed up along Charlie's neck, to the curve of his jaw, and then lifted his head. Pausing for a moment, he looked deeply into Charlie's eyes and found the most beautiful expression being given to him there. He let out a soft sound as his eyes dropped closed, bringing his lips against the other man's, and whispering against them, "I love you, Charlie." They fell into a kiss that seemed to last forever as their bodies continued to consummate the emotions they had confessed. A heat began to pool deep within Desmond, and spread, pulling in a way that was all too familiar. Gasping, he ripped his mouth from Charlie's, "I'm gonna come, lad."
The words Desmond spoke were only a pale reflection of what Charlie already knew, and felt. Still, hearing them filled something inside of him that had long been vacant. Their kiss sealed the moment for him, letting him release the tight hold he'd had on himself. This is what it felt like to be loved, and it was better than any drug he'd ever been given. This feeling was something that he could live for, and something worth dying for, if or when it came to that. This was what he'd been needing all these long years, and he knew that being given it now was the most precious gift of all. Every part of him felt as if he were perched on the very highest mountain peak, and just the smallest breeze would make him fly. Desmond's breathy words were all that it took, and his body answered in kind. "I'm coming!" he cried out aloud, the noise echoing in the calm of the morning. Arching back, and then folding inward toward Desmond, his body shook hard as a long, thin, burst of glistening white come shot from him and coated both of their bellies. Then there was another and another, the warm liquid pooling on Charlie's skin.
Desmond may have said it first, but Charlie beat him to it. Still, the feel of his come hitting against Desmond's skin, and the cry that filled the sky, allowed Desmond to give in with no regrets. Arching back, he nearly howled out his completion. His muscles tightening, he bent down low over Charlie as his orgasm tore through his body, his cock twitching and throbbing hard inside of the other man as he filled him with his seed. The quaking of his body didn't end until every last drop had been pulled from him, the heat of it left deep inside Charlie. Shivering and boneless, he let himself half-rest his spent body on top of Charlie while he recovered, leaving feather soft kisses on the other man's damp skin.
Sated and spent, Charlie lay beneath the other man with a little smile curving up the corners of his mouth. Something about him made him look nearly angelic, despite his present state. Idly he petted his hands over Desmond where he could reach him, no longer able to think or speak. His heart was still rapping out a fast rhythm, but he could feel it slowing little by little. Charlie didn't want to move, didn't want to say a word or make a single sound. All he wanted was for this moment to stretch on for all eternity; for the way that he felt right now to last him forever. Slowly the two of them drifted off into a blissful slumber, still wrapped in one another's arms, and hearts.