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h_h_gothrykkeTonight’s fare is the next chapter in my continuing novel.
Summary: In a world where first contact was made in the early sixties, the lone survivor of Earth’s first meeting with an Extra Terrestrial has been raised a virtual celebrity. The appeal of his good looks and easy charm hold no sway for Charlie Gardotte. While his family’s obsession with the alien hero was nothing unique, the neglect caused by this was. Charlie wanted no part of this cultish fascination, going so far as to cut all ties with anyone who tries to change his opinion.
Not every story has a romantic beginning. When Charlie met Harrison, it wasn’t some grand cosmic alignment; bells and thunder never resounded. There was just something about the man’s disheveled appearance that made everything in this moment feel real. He never questioned his luck; it never occurred to him to think it might be fate or some such nonsense. He was just Charlie, and Harrison, well…
An Average Joe...In Love
Chapter 9
Harrison didn't have Wi-fi. Well, if he did, he turned it off when he left.
Paranoid prick.
While that didn't preclude surfing the net with his phone, it did limit how much data he could use. He was lucky he could use the internet on his budget at all. The friggen contracts were ridiculous. Still, he had need of information and now was no time to worry about costs.
Staring at his phone's screen, he impatiently waited for the campus homepage to load. Everything was slow today for obvious reasons. That didn't ease his annoyance at it, though. After five full minutes of waiting, he sighed and turned off the browser. Obviously the site wasn't up.
Charlie dropped his hand in his lap with a frustrated sigh. He could try calling the helpline again or the campus emergency contact automated system. Then again, he could try shouting out the window for answers. Trying to contact the campus was just plain ignorant at this point. Even on the off chance that the fire hadn't burned out the campus data center, the electrical grid was certainly down. There simply wasn't any way to make contact.
At least, there was no official way. Not yet.
He had to face the truth. This time, there was no waiting for the furor to die down. A line had been crossed and it would be a long time, if ever, things got back to normal. At least, not on that campus. Charlie wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands. He couldn't say how bad things had gotten else where in the city, but from the campus to Old Town, it was war zone.
The urge to tug at his hair made his fingers clench into his palms. He was sitting here, doing nothing, receiving no information, and it was driving him crazy! What the hell was going on out there? How did people deal with this? He couldn't sit back and wait for the updates to eventually roll in. He had to be doing something, anything! If it hadn't been for the calls for bail from his charges, he would be going out of his mind with worry about them, and he wasn't even their parents. They must be...
Opening his eyes, Charlie looked down at his phone. Grabbing it from between his thighs, he stared at the screen, checking the call log. The only calls for the past two days were from his charges and his friends.
The urge to nervously giggle had him whimpering. They hadn't tried to call him. It was most certainly all over the news by now, but no one had tried to get a hold of him. No one had tried to check up on him. Even his friends, their messages had been about passing along information.
No one knew if he was even alive and yet...
Staring with wide eyes at his phone, Charlie had to remind himself to breathe.
~~~
Another thing Harrison didn't have in his apartment was alcohol. Charlie couldn't remember if he had been offered any last night, but there wasn't any in any of the usual places. He wasn't fucked up to the point of snooping, seeing if Harrison was the type of alcoholic that hid his shit. Even though he nervously glanced at potential hiding places, he wasn't going to be that kinda person.
If Harrison hid his alcohol, then that was his business.
As it was, Charlie felt ten types of heel just wearing the man's clothes. The tightywhites he currently wore were three times too big and hung like a diaper off his hips. His button up shirt felt more like a dress around Charlie's svelte frame. Yes, even with a paunch, he was still pretty slender for his size. Six feet, and the damned dress shirt fell below his knees. What kinda Titan had he gone home with last night? All and all, it was a ridiculous image to present the world. With the bath robe's sash used as a belt, he at least felt semi-dressed.
Standing against the window, he watched the clouds move overhead. They had stopped pouring sometime in the last hour. The plumes of smoke still rose in the distance despite the rain and it left him feeling empty inside. What was he going to do?
Everything he owned in the world was gone. It was just...gone.
Charlie didn't know how long he stared off into space. He watched the city move beyond the window but none of it registered. On the sidewalks, he could see children running by, a few adults walking together behind. Cars came and went. There was never a full row of them, someone always left an empty space.
The gray sky hadn't lightened much. Water remained puddled in potholes and cracks in the cement. A street light at the end of the block remained lit. If he looked hard enough, he might make out what covered the light sensor. He didn't have the drive to do it, though.
Reaching into the pocket of Harrison's shirt, he fumbled around for the phone. It took him four tries before his lax fingers could grab a hold of it. One he had it out, though, he easily slid a thumb over the unlock. The next moment was a blur, and somehow, the speaker was ringing against his ear.
It rang three times before an annoyed grunt answered.
"I need a place to stay." Charlie felt his eyes widen a little in surprise at the huskiness in his own voice. Had he been crying?
"Didn't Chip tell you already? Your father has converted the guest room into a private office for She..."
Charlie cut his step-mom off with a click of the button. Sally always was a cold-hearted bitch. Then again, what did he expect from her? She was her father's daughter. Charity started at home, and she only got minimum wage.
Somehow, he found the strength to try another number. It wasn't one he was used to dialing and, to be honest, he had forgotten the digits a few years back. Thankfully, the phone was kind enough to remember for him.
This time, it was picked up on the first ring. "Hey, Charlene, what's shakin'? I hear you've got yourself into a bit of a mess."
Dropping his head against the glass, Charlie almost considered flushing his phone. With a soft groan, he bit back the urge to growl at the idiot. "Hello, Michael." So he wasn't quite able to get the snarl out of his voice. Whoopty do. "You've obviously seen the news. I need a temporary place to stay."
"Ooo, baby, I've missed that sexy purr from my favorite kitten."
What a pig. And that wasn't just because his step-brother was a cop.
~~~
After an hour of going over his situation with the jerk, Charlie was almost ready to give Chip another try. There was nothing like family to drive you to the point of storming a clock tower and staring down a rifle scope. Heart threatening to pound out of his chest, he dropped down on Harrison's couch like a ten tonne weight. It occurred to him that it was extremely rude, but he was too upset to be bothered.
He needed something to take his mind off his current problems. A quick look to the coffee table revealed the television remote. Maybe Harrison had cable. Picking it up, he clicked the set on. Thankfully, there were more than just the local channels. Unfortunately, Harrison had left it on the news channels.
"...above the charred remains of what was once called 'Greek Row'..."
Charlie viciously hit the mute, cutting off the psychotically cheerful voice. So much for forgetting his problems. Eyes burning, he had to look away from the screen and sniff. So many questions continued to race through his mind. The worst of which was that he couldn't figure out how it had gotten so bad. It was just...a complete lack of belief on his part. There was no way to wrap his head around the sheer destruction.
He could see it with his own eyes. There was no denying that the fires were still going. A quick glance out the window would confirm what they were showing on television. And, for once, the media whores weren't blowing it out of proportion for sensationalistic ratings, no matter how gleefully they were covering the devastation.
The entire city had lost it's damn mind last night!
No one had been spared the madness. Even fleeing it, he and Harrison had been caught on the edges of it. His campus was gone. Everything he owned not in a safety deposit box, or an evidence locker thanks to Jerome, was gone. It was gone.
Swallowing, he was drawn once more to the screen. No matter how much it hurt to see, he found himself unable to turn away from the coverage.
At least the footage had changed. They were now back in the studio with a new set of anchors as the hour had changed. Gone were the brightly painted morning pastels flowery blouses and now were the warm tones of mid-day suits. At the main desk, the female reporter held a tablet in her hands, staring at the camera sternly as she spoke. It was a welcome change to the shit-eating grins they had been sporting.
Charlie was tempted to turn off the mute just to hear what made the enticingly painted woman so dour. Her earrings matched the dark red of her lips. They both glistened as she spoke while moving her head slightly to the right in a stern gesture.
Whatever she was talking about had her pissed. It couldn't be bad news, they had been all smiles in the coverage. It had to be something either supremely bad for the network, or she was playing disappointed mommy to someone's bad behavior.
That's when the screen shifted, a bump appearing at the bottom with the headline 'Super Nero: Martian Diddled While City Burned.'
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Groaning, he rolled his eyes ceiling wards and turned off the damned television. That's what he got for watching a fucking 'news' channel.
~~~
When the phone rang twenty minutes later, a nervous fluttering started in his stomach. Charlie stared at the screen while fighting the urge to get sick. There was no denying the call, he would just keep trying until he was answered. The nervous twitter was burned off with annoyed rage at himself and at the asshole. Grabbing the phone, Charlie jerked his finger across the unlock.
Putting it to his ear, he cleared his throat loudly into the mic. "What do you want, Chip?"
Chip wasn't amused and spoke with a controlled clip. "Your mother told me that you called."
"Sally isn't my mother." They were closer in age than she and Chip were. As the baby of her family, she was daddy's spoiled little princess. Every little slight was the gravest insult to her family honor and besmirched her good name. "I haven't got time to deal with the latest hysterical, overblown lies she's come up with. I asked about a place to stay, she told me no, the end." Pulling the phone away from his ear, he touched the screen and ended the call. Just to be on the safe side, he turned off the phone all together.
Who the hell did that asshole think he was? He couldn't call to confirm the biological entity he helped spawn was doing well, but princess gets a tiny thorn and the world must stop!
He carefully set the phone on the table to keep from throwing it. Charlie didn't have the funds to replace it right now and get a new place. While he wasn't planning on making the weekly tuition payment, that still didn't leave him with much money to survive on. Gotjam may not have been Raveler's City, but it was still pricey.
Charlie stopped. He just paused for a moment. Looking at his phone on the coffee table, he sat there in silence for a moment.
It was true. He was going back to Gotjam. It wasn't like he could stay here, there was nothing left, literally. He was homeless, it wasn't a temporary situation. The only clothes he had left were sitting in a neat pile on Harrison's hamper.
Spots appeared before his eyes, making Charlie realized that his heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Gasping for breath, he began to wheeze. Gone. All of it fucking gone. Just...gone.
Slumping down on the couch, he pulled his knees up close to his chest. Charlie began to tremble as thunder rumbled outside the window.
~~~
With a quick 'snick' sound, the lock slid back and the door handle jerked. Harrison's massive form filled the doorway as he kicked it open.
Charlie shot up from the couch into a sitting position. Heart pounding, he faced the possible threat with alarm. His muscles tensed with the urge to run if he got the chance.
There was a flash of lightning outside as Harrison entered. His hand shot out to slam the door back against the wall when it tried to rebound at him. Face tight, his jaw clenched, he stormed into the apartment. The sheer size of his body exuded a presence that seemed to fill the tiny space. He kicked the door shut with enough force to brake the jam.
A tremor ran through Charlie as he watched shattered bits of wood fly several feet from the door. One landed a half-step from him. Climbing to his feet slowly, he tried to make himself smaller and less of a threat to the big man.
That's when Harrison's stormy eyes locked onto him. Their dark blue disappeared into an almost black as his nostrils flared. "They fucking fired me!"
Prickling began at the back of Charlie's neck as his stomach fluttered. Swallowing, he grimaced in sympathy.
Seeing this, Harrison's entire body shuttered. He seemed to retreat in on himself a bit, drawing back the rage. Even slightly withdrawn and hostile, he was still a vibrating ball of rage. When he held out a hand, palm up, his chin raised to indicate that Charlie should come to him.
All his instincts screamed at Charlie to run. Heart pounding painfully in his chest, he knew better than to ignore them. He even took a step back. It did no good.
Harrison crossed the room in two easy, gliding steps to grab his hand. Jerking Charlie against him, he allowed the smaller man to brace himself against his chest. When he looked down, there was no denying the anger in his gaze. "I want you."
Frozen with is hands on the flexing muscles of Harrison's chest, Charlie felt the urge to laugh. He also felt the urge to piss his pants, faint, and run screaming like a little girl into the afternoon rain. What he did was clench his fingers on those massive pecs. "You can't solve all your problems with sex."
Charlie winced. Closing his eyes, he tried to draw back. Only a hand around his waist held him firm. Why did he have to become a smartass when a blindingly violent death held him?
The bigger man growled at him, tightening his hold. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his growing hardon against Charlie's belly. "I want you. Will you let me?"
"You're asking me?" The surprise at the situation had Charlie opening his eyes to look up at the man. The giant's features were no longer contorted in rage, but in a pained, almost needy expression.
It struck him in that moment that he might have misjudged the man. Harrison was serious, he wasn't threatening or demanding, he was actually asking. It was almost...childish, and kinda hot, to be honest. His nervously churning gut started to heat a little. A painful clench in his ass reminded him that there was no way he could go through another fucking.
Wincing, he slid his hands up, and up, until they could wrap around Harrison's neck. The strain had the muscles in his arms cramping by the time his fingers laced together. Seriously, how fucking tall was this man? Dropping his face into the center of the man's pecs, he closed his eyes. He was propelled up and down with each deep breath the man took. He could hear the pounding of that huge heart.
It was all somewhat peaceful as Harrison's arms slid up to hold him. Another thought occurred to him and he could imagine himself holding a massive, wild animal. In that moment, he knew that he had lost it some where since last night. All the threatening tension had filtered out of the room, leaving only two, lonely and pathetic men standing there. Harrison's dick pressed into his stomach and he giggled. The thing was as large as his forearm and burned hot enough to sting.
With a sigh, he pressed a kiss to Harrison's tie covered heart. "Can you deal with an old-fashioned tonight? My ass still hurts." When he looked up, he might have thought the sun had suddenly burst through the clouds at the dazzling smile he received in return. "All that for a hand job? I wonder what you'll give me if I get on my knees."
Harrison leaned forward with a snort. "There's only one way to find out." Then he captured Charlie's lips in a sloppy, wet kiss.
A tremor ran through Charlie at the implied threat.
TBC....
© 2013 Heinrich Gothrykke, all rights reserved.
Summary: In a world where first contact was made in the early sixties, the lone survivor of Earth’s first meeting with an Extra Terrestrial has been raised a virtual celebrity. The appeal of his good looks and easy charm hold no sway for Charlie Gardotte. While his family’s obsession with the alien hero was nothing unique, the neglect caused by this was. Charlie wanted no part of this cultish fascination, going so far as to cut all ties with anyone who tries to change his opinion.
Not every story has a romantic beginning. When Charlie met Harrison, it wasn’t some grand cosmic alignment; bells and thunder never resounded. There was just something about the man’s disheveled appearance that made everything in this moment feel real. He never questioned his luck; it never occurred to him to think it might be fate or some such nonsense. He was just Charlie, and Harrison, well…
Chapter 9
Harrison didn't have Wi-fi. Well, if he did, he turned it off when he left.
Paranoid prick.
While that didn't preclude surfing the net with his phone, it did limit how much data he could use. He was lucky he could use the internet on his budget at all. The friggen contracts were ridiculous. Still, he had need of information and now was no time to worry about costs.
Staring at his phone's screen, he impatiently waited for the campus homepage to load. Everything was slow today for obvious reasons. That didn't ease his annoyance at it, though. After five full minutes of waiting, he sighed and turned off the browser. Obviously the site wasn't up.
Charlie dropped his hand in his lap with a frustrated sigh. He could try calling the helpline again or the campus emergency contact automated system. Then again, he could try shouting out the window for answers. Trying to contact the campus was just plain ignorant at this point. Even on the off chance that the fire hadn't burned out the campus data center, the electrical grid was certainly down. There simply wasn't any way to make contact.
At least, there was no official way. Not yet.
He had to face the truth. This time, there was no waiting for the furor to die down. A line had been crossed and it would be a long time, if ever, things got back to normal. At least, not on that campus. Charlie wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands. He couldn't say how bad things had gotten else where in the city, but from the campus to Old Town, it was war zone.
The urge to tug at his hair made his fingers clench into his palms. He was sitting here, doing nothing, receiving no information, and it was driving him crazy! What the hell was going on out there? How did people deal with this? He couldn't sit back and wait for the updates to eventually roll in. He had to be doing something, anything! If it hadn't been for the calls for bail from his charges, he would be going out of his mind with worry about them, and he wasn't even their parents. They must be...
Opening his eyes, Charlie looked down at his phone. Grabbing it from between his thighs, he stared at the screen, checking the call log. The only calls for the past two days were from his charges and his friends.
The urge to nervously giggle had him whimpering. They hadn't tried to call him. It was most certainly all over the news by now, but no one had tried to get a hold of him. No one had tried to check up on him. Even his friends, their messages had been about passing along information.
No one knew if he was even alive and yet...
Staring with wide eyes at his phone, Charlie had to remind himself to breathe.
~~~
Another thing Harrison didn't have in his apartment was alcohol. Charlie couldn't remember if he had been offered any last night, but there wasn't any in any of the usual places. He wasn't fucked up to the point of snooping, seeing if Harrison was the type of alcoholic that hid his shit. Even though he nervously glanced at potential hiding places, he wasn't going to be that kinda person.
If Harrison hid his alcohol, then that was his business.
As it was, Charlie felt ten types of heel just wearing the man's clothes. The tightywhites he currently wore were three times too big and hung like a diaper off his hips. His button up shirt felt more like a dress around Charlie's svelte frame. Yes, even with a paunch, he was still pretty slender for his size. Six feet, and the damned dress shirt fell below his knees. What kinda Titan had he gone home with last night? All and all, it was a ridiculous image to present the world. With the bath robe's sash used as a belt, he at least felt semi-dressed.
Standing against the window, he watched the clouds move overhead. They had stopped pouring sometime in the last hour. The plumes of smoke still rose in the distance despite the rain and it left him feeling empty inside. What was he going to do?
Everything he owned in the world was gone. It was just...gone.
Charlie didn't know how long he stared off into space. He watched the city move beyond the window but none of it registered. On the sidewalks, he could see children running by, a few adults walking together behind. Cars came and went. There was never a full row of them, someone always left an empty space.
The gray sky hadn't lightened much. Water remained puddled in potholes and cracks in the cement. A street light at the end of the block remained lit. If he looked hard enough, he might make out what covered the light sensor. He didn't have the drive to do it, though.
Reaching into the pocket of Harrison's shirt, he fumbled around for the phone. It took him four tries before his lax fingers could grab a hold of it. One he had it out, though, he easily slid a thumb over the unlock. The next moment was a blur, and somehow, the speaker was ringing against his ear.
It rang three times before an annoyed grunt answered.
"I need a place to stay." Charlie felt his eyes widen a little in surprise at the huskiness in his own voice. Had he been crying?
"Didn't Chip tell you already? Your father has converted the guest room into a private office for She..."
Charlie cut his step-mom off with a click of the button. Sally always was a cold-hearted bitch. Then again, what did he expect from her? She was her father's daughter. Charity started at home, and she only got minimum wage.
Somehow, he found the strength to try another number. It wasn't one he was used to dialing and, to be honest, he had forgotten the digits a few years back. Thankfully, the phone was kind enough to remember for him.
This time, it was picked up on the first ring. "Hey, Charlene, what's shakin'? I hear you've got yourself into a bit of a mess."
Dropping his head against the glass, Charlie almost considered flushing his phone. With a soft groan, he bit back the urge to growl at the idiot. "Hello, Michael." So he wasn't quite able to get the snarl out of his voice. Whoopty do. "You've obviously seen the news. I need a temporary place to stay."
"Ooo, baby, I've missed that sexy purr from my favorite kitten."
What a pig. And that wasn't just because his step-brother was a cop.
~~~
After an hour of going over his situation with the jerk, Charlie was almost ready to give Chip another try. There was nothing like family to drive you to the point of storming a clock tower and staring down a rifle scope. Heart threatening to pound out of his chest, he dropped down on Harrison's couch like a ten tonne weight. It occurred to him that it was extremely rude, but he was too upset to be bothered.
He needed something to take his mind off his current problems. A quick look to the coffee table revealed the television remote. Maybe Harrison had cable. Picking it up, he clicked the set on. Thankfully, there were more than just the local channels. Unfortunately, Harrison had left it on the news channels.
"...above the charred remains of what was once called 'Greek Row'..."
Charlie viciously hit the mute, cutting off the psychotically cheerful voice. So much for forgetting his problems. Eyes burning, he had to look away from the screen and sniff. So many questions continued to race through his mind. The worst of which was that he couldn't figure out how it had gotten so bad. It was just...a complete lack of belief on his part. There was no way to wrap his head around the sheer destruction.
He could see it with his own eyes. There was no denying that the fires were still going. A quick glance out the window would confirm what they were showing on television. And, for once, the media whores weren't blowing it out of proportion for sensationalistic ratings, no matter how gleefully they were covering the devastation.
The entire city had lost it's damn mind last night!
No one had been spared the madness. Even fleeing it, he and Harrison had been caught on the edges of it. His campus was gone. Everything he owned not in a safety deposit box, or an evidence locker thanks to Jerome, was gone. It was gone.
Swallowing, he was drawn once more to the screen. No matter how much it hurt to see, he found himself unable to turn away from the coverage.
At least the footage had changed. They were now back in the studio with a new set of anchors as the hour had changed. Gone were the brightly painted morning pastels flowery blouses and now were the warm tones of mid-day suits. At the main desk, the female reporter held a tablet in her hands, staring at the camera sternly as she spoke. It was a welcome change to the shit-eating grins they had been sporting.
Charlie was tempted to turn off the mute just to hear what made the enticingly painted woman so dour. Her earrings matched the dark red of her lips. They both glistened as she spoke while moving her head slightly to the right in a stern gesture.
Whatever she was talking about had her pissed. It couldn't be bad news, they had been all smiles in the coverage. It had to be something either supremely bad for the network, or she was playing disappointed mommy to someone's bad behavior.
That's when the screen shifted, a bump appearing at the bottom with the headline 'Super Nero: Martian Diddled While City Burned.'
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Groaning, he rolled his eyes ceiling wards and turned off the damned television. That's what he got for watching a fucking 'news' channel.
~~~
When the phone rang twenty minutes later, a nervous fluttering started in his stomach. Charlie stared at the screen while fighting the urge to get sick. There was no denying the call, he would just keep trying until he was answered. The nervous twitter was burned off with annoyed rage at himself and at the asshole. Grabbing the phone, Charlie jerked his finger across the unlock.
Putting it to his ear, he cleared his throat loudly into the mic. "What do you want, Chip?"
Chip wasn't amused and spoke with a controlled clip. "Your mother told me that you called."
"Sally isn't my mother." They were closer in age than she and Chip were. As the baby of her family, she was daddy's spoiled little princess. Every little slight was the gravest insult to her family honor and besmirched her good name. "I haven't got time to deal with the latest hysterical, overblown lies she's come up with. I asked about a place to stay, she told me no, the end." Pulling the phone away from his ear, he touched the screen and ended the call. Just to be on the safe side, he turned off the phone all together.
Who the hell did that asshole think he was? He couldn't call to confirm the biological entity he helped spawn was doing well, but princess gets a tiny thorn and the world must stop!
He carefully set the phone on the table to keep from throwing it. Charlie didn't have the funds to replace it right now and get a new place. While he wasn't planning on making the weekly tuition payment, that still didn't leave him with much money to survive on. Gotjam may not have been Raveler's City, but it was still pricey.
Charlie stopped. He just paused for a moment. Looking at his phone on the coffee table, he sat there in silence for a moment.
It was true. He was going back to Gotjam. It wasn't like he could stay here, there was nothing left, literally. He was homeless, it wasn't a temporary situation. The only clothes he had left were sitting in a neat pile on Harrison's hamper.
Spots appeared before his eyes, making Charlie realized that his heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Gasping for breath, he began to wheeze. Gone. All of it fucking gone. Just...gone.
Slumping down on the couch, he pulled his knees up close to his chest. Charlie began to tremble as thunder rumbled outside the window.
~~~
With a quick 'snick' sound, the lock slid back and the door handle jerked. Harrison's massive form filled the doorway as he kicked it open.
Charlie shot up from the couch into a sitting position. Heart pounding, he faced the possible threat with alarm. His muscles tensed with the urge to run if he got the chance.
There was a flash of lightning outside as Harrison entered. His hand shot out to slam the door back against the wall when it tried to rebound at him. Face tight, his jaw clenched, he stormed into the apartment. The sheer size of his body exuded a presence that seemed to fill the tiny space. He kicked the door shut with enough force to brake the jam.
A tremor ran through Charlie as he watched shattered bits of wood fly several feet from the door. One landed a half-step from him. Climbing to his feet slowly, he tried to make himself smaller and less of a threat to the big man.
That's when Harrison's stormy eyes locked onto him. Their dark blue disappeared into an almost black as his nostrils flared. "They fucking fired me!"
Prickling began at the back of Charlie's neck as his stomach fluttered. Swallowing, he grimaced in sympathy.
Seeing this, Harrison's entire body shuttered. He seemed to retreat in on himself a bit, drawing back the rage. Even slightly withdrawn and hostile, he was still a vibrating ball of rage. When he held out a hand, palm up, his chin raised to indicate that Charlie should come to him.
All his instincts screamed at Charlie to run. Heart pounding painfully in his chest, he knew better than to ignore them. He even took a step back. It did no good.
Harrison crossed the room in two easy, gliding steps to grab his hand. Jerking Charlie against him, he allowed the smaller man to brace himself against his chest. When he looked down, there was no denying the anger in his gaze. "I want you."
Frozen with is hands on the flexing muscles of Harrison's chest, Charlie felt the urge to laugh. He also felt the urge to piss his pants, faint, and run screaming like a little girl into the afternoon rain. What he did was clench his fingers on those massive pecs. "You can't solve all your problems with sex."
Charlie winced. Closing his eyes, he tried to draw back. Only a hand around his waist held him firm. Why did he have to become a smartass when a blindingly violent death held him?
The bigger man growled at him, tightening his hold. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his growing hardon against Charlie's belly. "I want you. Will you let me?"
"You're asking me?" The surprise at the situation had Charlie opening his eyes to look up at the man. The giant's features were no longer contorted in rage, but in a pained, almost needy expression.
It struck him in that moment that he might have misjudged the man. Harrison was serious, he wasn't threatening or demanding, he was actually asking. It was almost...childish, and kinda hot, to be honest. His nervously churning gut started to heat a little. A painful clench in his ass reminded him that there was no way he could go through another fucking.
Wincing, he slid his hands up, and up, until they could wrap around Harrison's neck. The strain had the muscles in his arms cramping by the time his fingers laced together. Seriously, how fucking tall was this man? Dropping his face into the center of the man's pecs, he closed his eyes. He was propelled up and down with each deep breath the man took. He could hear the pounding of that huge heart.
It was all somewhat peaceful as Harrison's arms slid up to hold him. Another thought occurred to him and he could imagine himself holding a massive, wild animal. In that moment, he knew that he had lost it some where since last night. All the threatening tension had filtered out of the room, leaving only two, lonely and pathetic men standing there. Harrison's dick pressed into his stomach and he giggled. The thing was as large as his forearm and burned hot enough to sting.
With a sigh, he pressed a kiss to Harrison's tie covered heart. "Can you deal with an old-fashioned tonight? My ass still hurts." When he looked up, he might have thought the sun had suddenly burst through the clouds at the dazzling smile he received in return. "All that for a hand job? I wonder what you'll give me if I get on my knees."
Harrison leaned forward with a snort. "There's only one way to find out." Then he captured Charlie's lips in a sloppy, wet kiss.
A tremor ran through Charlie at the implied threat.
TBC....
© 2013 Heinrich Gothrykke, all rights reserved.
