“I don’t know if the dance floor can handle all the gorgeousness,” I say, and wink at Charlie. He shakes his head and I squeeze his hand before making my way to the open bar where Colin is sitting with some of his groomsmen.
“You ready for life with her?” I ask him.
“More than ready,” he tells me. In all the time I’ve known him, I think I’ve seen him smile twice. Even now he’s serious, but I know him well enough to know that doesn’t mean he’s not happy, or one hundred percent devoted to his new wife. He’d give anything for Rachel, do anything to make her happy, sacrifice anything for her in a heartbeat. I raise my glass to his and we clink.
“You’re a good guy, Paul,” he tells me. “It means a lot to both of us that you are here, and that you walked her down the aisle.”
“It was my pleasure,” I tell him.
“You and Charlie,” he continues, “you seem good together.”
I clear my throat and look in the direction of my two favorite people on the dance floor together. “Yeah, I don’t know what it is about him, but I’m not trying to figure it out, honestly.”
He laughs. “Why you work doesn’t really matter. Only that you do.”
* * *
When we get home that night, I’m aching to make love to Charlie. He’s so beautiful, and the magic of the evening is still in the air as we undress. It’s taking me far too long to get out of my tux, but Charlie’s dress slides off of his slender frame in one fluid motion, pooling at his feet, leaving him standing in front of me in only his lacy, black, floral panties. Fuck, I’m hard in an instant. The panties accentuate his cock so beautifully. He’s half hard as he moves towards me in the low light of the bedroom, his hips swaying slightly. He looks so fucking gorgeous. All that pale skin, those adorable freckles, and those crimson curls flopping in front of his eyes. My Charlie. I still don’t know what I did to deserve him. I can feel myself trembling as he reaches up and presses his lips to mine, unbuttoning my shirt as he does. It’s joining his dress on the floor seconds later and then he’s palming my erection through my slacks, and I’m moaning as he stands on his tip toes and presses kisses to my neck.
“Fuck, I want you,” I moan. “Charlie, sweetheart. Please.”
“I’m fucking you tonight, Papa Bear,” he tells me, squeezing my cock harder. “You’re mine.” My cock twitches and I growl, then grab his face in my hands and slam my mouth against his. Fuck, yes. My pants are on the floor seconds later and I can feel the wet spot forming on my boxer briefs as the cool air hits my skin.
“Lie down,” Charlie instructs. I slide my briefs off and do as he says. He grabs the condoms and lube and kneels on the bed. My cock is twitching in anticipation, my body humming with need as beads of precum leak out and slide down my shaft.
I take a condom from him and slide it on, and as soon as I do he’s leaning over and pressing kisses to my balls. “Oh, Charlie,” I moan, gripping his hair in my hands. He hums and nuzzles my balls this time, breathing me in before licking a stripe from my sac all the way to the tip of my cock.“Fuck!” I shudder and cry out, “Charlie!”
“I’ve been waiting weeks to do this, old man,” he says. Then he straddles my legs and lowers his face. I’m expecting him to go for my cock again, but I gasp and my stomach sinks in when his warm, wet tongue slides along my belly button. I groan because it feels so much better than I ever expected it to. Fuck, my nerve endings are on fire. And he’s loving this. He’s eating me out, sucking and licking, and, “Fuck, sweetheart.” My cock twitches like crazy and I grip his hair again, my hips bucking. Oh, sweet Jesus, I never knew my belly button was this sensitive. God, this feels good. He flicks his tongue over it and I fucking wail, my back arching. Then his mouth is over it and he’s sucking on it again. I’m whimpering and whining, writhing underneath him, my body shaking and my thighs trembling.
“Want me inside you?” he asks, lifting his head. There’s spit sliding down his chin and his face is flushed. His red curls fall in front of his eyes. He looks absolutely gorgeous. I nod my head furiously and he slides off of me, shimmying out of his panties before reaching for the lube. Then he’s between my legs and I’m spreading for him, and even though I’ve never done it before, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. My hole flutters and I can’t wait to be filled by him.
He works me open slowly, carefully, and I enjoy every moment of it, the way his eyes gaze at me with so much fondness and adoration, the way his fingers move inside me, gentle at first but then harder and faster when I ask for more, the way he plants kisses to my knees as he stretches me to be filled by him.
When I’m ready, he slides on the condom, then positions himself at my entrance and pushes his way slowly into me. I breathe out as I take him. Every inch feels so good. I moan at the feeling of fullness as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside me.
Tears fill my eyes, because I’ve never in my life experienced this feeling of completeness, wholeness, of absolute rightness at being taken, being owned, belonging to another person, our bodies being joined together, being one. I never felt this deep of a connection with Rachel, even after nineteen years of marriage and all the times we made love. But with Charlie, it’s so profound my chest aches with it. Every time we do it, it becomes more special. And having him inside me for the first time, giving myself to him, I know it’s something I want to do again. Over and over. I want everything with him.
He rests his forehead against mine and I feel his warm breath on my face, his hands on either side of my head as he supports himself. “You okay, Papa Bear?”
I nod, and stroke his cheek. “Just overwhelmed at how good you feel,” I tell him. He smiles.
“Want me to move?” I nod and kiss him as he begins to thrust. Our lips never leave each other's. He reaches down to stroke me in tandem with his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long at all before I’m coming with a whimper, and he’s not far behind. Our lips part and we’re breathing heavily, our bodies slicked with sweat, our chests rising and falling. He pulls out of me and collapses on his side.
We lie with our legs intertwined and our noses nuzzling each other’s, our fingers running down each other’s sides or gliding through each other’s hair.
“It’s getting close to Christmas,” I tell him. “What do you say tomorrow we go tree shopping and get some decorations?” His eyes light up and he nods enthusiastically. I can’t help but laugh. Oh, my Charlie.
CHARLIE
Paul lets me sleep in the next day, and when I wake up he has my favorite breakfast waiting for me again. I shovel down two waffles and a cup of coffee before showering and dressing in dark wash jeans and my off the shoulder sweater with the heart on it. Then we pile into the truck and make our way to the store to hunt down a Christmas tree and trimmings. We find a gorgeous seven foot tall one that’s extra fat, with fake snow, pine cones, berries, and just a tiny bit of glitter on it that I love, and he doesn’t hesitate to put it in the kart when he sees the way my eyes light up.
I love seeing all the holiday decorations around and hearing the Christmas music through the store speakers.
After we’ve picked out some funky ornaments and a gold star, he turns down another aisle and I follow him. This one is full of stockings and he turns to me with the biggest smile. “Which one?” he asks.
“Huh?” I say, confused.
“Pick one,” he says.
