Wow--So weird! Summer Story...*goggle*
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roxyI swear this was so weird, I figured I'd work on my eppy-loggy thingy for Stand By Me and this fell right out of my head and into my fingers. I'm kind of --shocked. But at any rate-- Summer Story.
The previous parts are here caught with their pants down and looking mighty embarrassed and isn't that purple buzzy thing yours?
It was the last time he’d have to spend with Whit before he left the States. Charlie sighed. So why was he sitting in the parking lot of a public park—what in the world made Whit think this scruffy little park was so great? He smiled and shook his head. Whatever he wanted….
Charlie walked around the side of the car and squinted against the bright sunlight. It reflected off the parking lot like sun off snow—harsh and blinding, making his eyes water. It didn’t seem to bother Whit; he sat in the open back of the car and noisily sucked down the coke Charlie’d bought him.
“So—how long are you going to be gone?” Whit asked him.
Charlie sighed a little, looked out over the field. The little pavilions where grills and benches were sheltered were empty today. No kids ran about the swings and slides, it was quiet enough to hear the buzzing of insects in the tall grass, quiet enough to hear the leaves fluttering against each other in the breeze. He threw an arm across the top of the hatchback door and leaned his head on his forearm. “Two years. And then—I don’t know.”
“Sure,” Whit nodded and looked up at Charlie. “Damn. I’m going to miss you, you know.” He reached out and tugged on the end of Charlie’s tie, and he grinned down at him. Whit was so much more relaxed then when he’d first met him, his expression more open and just…happier. He liked to think he had something to do with that. He hoped he did.
“Me too Whit. I’ll miss you a lot. You’re a good guy. I’m glad I got to know you.” He covered Whit’s fingers briefly before smoothing his tie out of his loose grasp. Whit ducked his head and grinned, his hair falling over his eyes, hiding a blush. “Yeah, well, you put up with a lot of shit from me, Charlie.” and Charlie felt a sudden rush of emotion-- he blinked rapidly and looked away.
“ Not really, boy. Not really,” he said instead of what he wanted to say. I’m going to lose you the minute I leave and it hurts but I love you but you won’t know….Charlie leaned against the car. He had no idea, this boy—no idea of the effect he had, it seemed he was totally unaware how easy he was to love, how much people wanted to take care of him and -–love him.
Whit looked Charlie over. Goddamn he looked good. Those uniforms were walking wet dreams.
The khaki shirt and tie were crisp and sharp and not wilting even in the pounding heat. The blue pants with their red stripe looked like they’d been tailored to show off his ass, Whit thought, but since it was Charlie, he doubted it was purposeful. It was just—luck, he grinned and looked the man up and down. “You look good enough to eat,” he said.
Charlie groaned. “Don’t say that—we’re practically in the middle of the lot,” but he laughed a little and blushed, pleased and flattered.
“There’s no one out here,” he said. He grabbed Charlie’s tie and pulled him down towards him. “No one can see us,” he said and kissed him. Charlie laughed into Whit’s mouth.
“You’re bad! We’ll get caught.” But his eyes were warm and he smiled happily, and wrapped his hands around Whit’s neck, slid his thumbs under his jaw and tilted his head back. “Whit, jeez—you make me so…”
He pressed his mouth against Whit’s. Soft push of lip against lip and a little sigh of air leaked out and warmed Whit’s chin, he licked lightly against his mouth and pulled slightly down on Whit’s jaw with his thumbs, just a gentle hint of movement, a delicate touch asking for permission to kiss him more intimately. Whit tipped his head back and let Charlie control the kiss, let him press his lips open and touch him, let his slick warm tongue sweep all thought away. Hands reached up and touched, heat bloomed along limbs and hearts beat faster….
Whit pulled at the tightly tucked shirt, and Charlie leaned back to watch him yank out the shirt tails, and work open the buttons, his breath came faster with each button undone until his shirt hung loose and open and Whit reached up and loosened his tie, wrapped his hand around it, used it to pull Charlie close and bite at his neck.
“Owwww…Whit…. I can’t show up for duty with a hickey…god…” But he didn’t move away and didn’t stop Whit and Whit couldn’t stop, he tasted so good, so clean—a hint of soap and slight tang of salt and sweat, he smelled fresh and clean, a scent—like grass, like summer--
He pressed teeth against his skin and rubbed his tongue against him, nibbled and sucked and licked the tender skin until Charlie was gasping and pushing against Whit’s mouth, he planted a hand on either side of his legs as he bent to get closer to him. Whit huffed impatiently and pulled Charlie into the car with him, nestling him against his crotch, and running his hands up under the A-shirt to drag his nails across his chest, across his hard nipples.
“Shit!” Charlie pressed so hard against him Whit could feel his dick jump and his twitched in sympathy.
He grinned-- when Charlie started cursing it was all over.
He rolled him to his back, reached down and ran his hands over the red stripes on the pants legs, and Charlie groaned—“Stop teasing me!” Whit paid him no mind, running his hands over and over the stripes as he sucked and licked Charlie’s nipples and listened to him beg.
Finally Whit ran his hands up the inside of his legs and he almost sobbed in gratitude, he held Whit’s wrists as he undid the sipper, not stopping him, just needing the contact to ground himself. He was so turned on he shook like a leaf in a windstorm…
“I want to see you in the sun,”, Whit said and stood and guided him outside again, to the side of the car that faced the woods, and leaned Charlie against the warm metal. He knelt and rubbed his chin against the bulge pushing against his zipper and bit along the heat, the rough wool feeling oddly…good--against his tongue. He was so hard himself now, he needed to touch himself… he slid the pants down a little, pulled out Charlie’s dick, so hard, dark and jumping with each stroke of his palm. Charlie groaned as Whit rubbed his cheek against the silky flesh, bent to place a kiss on the warm tip.
Whit leaned back and took in the sight, Charlie leaning against the car, hair in his face, blue eyes shocked and wide with lust, his tie hanging loose and brushing against his bare skin. His undershirt was pushed up under his arms, his shirt hung open and framed his dick, straining up from the folded back fabric of his pants, and Whit unzipped and thrust his hand into his own pants, wrapped his fingers around his dick and jerked roughly, fast, hard, a little painful but so good, watching Charlie watching him…Fuck. He leaned forward and licked him into his mouth, swallowed Charlie down as far as he could….
“Whit, Whit, oh my god,” Charlie jerked up to his toes and shoved the heel of his hand between his teeth, trying not to scream. Whit sucked hard and slipped a finger alongside Charlie’s dick, wetting it, stroking, before teasing him with his wet finger, sliding it back between his shaky legs, around the trembling ring of muscle. When his finger nudged into the tight ring, sank into soft heat, Whit trembled from head to toe, he knew he was seconds from coming and he could feel Charlie was almost there. He could feel the tension, muscles pulled tighter and tighter, Charlie groaned through clenched teeth and threw his head back hard--Whit heard him hit the car--and a strangled scream ground out between his teeth.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come--” he wrenched forward over Whit and Whit could feel it, he felt him clamp down on his finger and muscles fluttered and pulsed as he came, holding Whit’s head and gasping “come with me, come with me”—and that was the trigger for Whit, warm shocks of pleasure hit him, squeezed him as come spurt up, out, filled his fist and spattered on the ground between his spread knees and he shook and groaned around Charlie’s dick.
When he could open his eyes again and stand, he caught a look suspiciously like awe on Charlie’s face.
“What?”
“Nothing, just—you’re so pretty. You really are,” he whispered.
“Yeah, I know,” he grinned, “pretty as a picture and damn, speaking of pictures, why don’t I have a camera now— You should see yourself, you’re sexy as fuck.” He ran his wet hand over Charlie cradling his softening dick. “Sexy.” He whispered against his neck.
Charlie giggled and pushed him away “Yeah, too bad, it‘d make a great Christmas card."
He pulled his tie loose and tucked it in a pants pocket. “You—-make yourself useful—get wet wipes from the glove compartment.Now” He made Whit laugh when he scowled and tried to look fierce. He shrugged, smiled. “Please?”
Whit watched him button his shirt with total absorption and his heart swelled with affection, the look on his face reminded him of Red.
He smoothed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Whit said.
Charlie looked surprised for an instant and then smiled back. “So far, babe, so far. Life’s going to be good to you, Whit-- if you let it be,” he added.
Whit pat his shoulder and went to get the wipes.
Charlie leaned his head back and pulled the tie back out of his pocket and looped it around his neck. He wished with every part of him he could be the guy that made Whit’s life better, but he knew he wasn’t the one. He was thankful for what he had though; damn thankful for any part he’d played in Whit’s life.
tbc
The previous parts are here caught with their pants down and looking mighty embarrassed and isn't that purple buzzy thing yours?
It was the last time he’d have to spend with Whit before he left the States. Charlie sighed. So why was he sitting in the parking lot of a public park—what in the world made Whit think this scruffy little park was so great? He smiled and shook his head. Whatever he wanted….
Charlie walked around the side of the car and squinted against the bright sunlight. It reflected off the parking lot like sun off snow—harsh and blinding, making his eyes water. It didn’t seem to bother Whit; he sat in the open back of the car and noisily sucked down the coke Charlie’d bought him.
“So—how long are you going to be gone?” Whit asked him.
Charlie sighed a little, looked out over the field. The little pavilions where grills and benches were sheltered were empty today. No kids ran about the swings and slides, it was quiet enough to hear the buzzing of insects in the tall grass, quiet enough to hear the leaves fluttering against each other in the breeze. He threw an arm across the top of the hatchback door and leaned his head on his forearm. “Two years. And then—I don’t know.”
“Sure,” Whit nodded and looked up at Charlie. “Damn. I’m going to miss you, you know.” He reached out and tugged on the end of Charlie’s tie, and he grinned down at him. Whit was so much more relaxed then when he’d first met him, his expression more open and just…happier. He liked to think he had something to do with that. He hoped he did.
“Me too Whit. I’ll miss you a lot. You’re a good guy. I’m glad I got to know you.” He covered Whit’s fingers briefly before smoothing his tie out of his loose grasp. Whit ducked his head and grinned, his hair falling over his eyes, hiding a blush. “Yeah, well, you put up with a lot of shit from me, Charlie.” and Charlie felt a sudden rush of emotion-- he blinked rapidly and looked away.
“ Not really, boy. Not really,” he said instead of what he wanted to say. I’m going to lose you the minute I leave and it hurts but I love you but you won’t know….Charlie leaned against the car. He had no idea, this boy—no idea of the effect he had, it seemed he was totally unaware how easy he was to love, how much people wanted to take care of him and -–love him.
Whit looked Charlie over. Goddamn he looked good. Those uniforms were walking wet dreams.
The khaki shirt and tie were crisp and sharp and not wilting even in the pounding heat. The blue pants with their red stripe looked like they’d been tailored to show off his ass, Whit thought, but since it was Charlie, he doubted it was purposeful. It was just—luck, he grinned and looked the man up and down. “You look good enough to eat,” he said.
Charlie groaned. “Don’t say that—we’re practically in the middle of the lot,” but he laughed a little and blushed, pleased and flattered.
“There’s no one out here,” he said. He grabbed Charlie’s tie and pulled him down towards him. “No one can see us,” he said and kissed him. Charlie laughed into Whit’s mouth.
“You’re bad! We’ll get caught.” But his eyes were warm and he smiled happily, and wrapped his hands around Whit’s neck, slid his thumbs under his jaw and tilted his head back. “Whit, jeez—you make me so…”
He pressed his mouth against Whit’s. Soft push of lip against lip and a little sigh of air leaked out and warmed Whit’s chin, he licked lightly against his mouth and pulled slightly down on Whit’s jaw with his thumbs, just a gentle hint of movement, a delicate touch asking for permission to kiss him more intimately. Whit tipped his head back and let Charlie control the kiss, let him press his lips open and touch him, let his slick warm tongue sweep all thought away. Hands reached up and touched, heat bloomed along limbs and hearts beat faster….
Whit pulled at the tightly tucked shirt, and Charlie leaned back to watch him yank out the shirt tails, and work open the buttons, his breath came faster with each button undone until his shirt hung loose and open and Whit reached up and loosened his tie, wrapped his hand around it, used it to pull Charlie close and bite at his neck.
“Owwww…Whit…. I can’t show up for duty with a hickey…god…” But he didn’t move away and didn’t stop Whit and Whit couldn’t stop, he tasted so good, so clean—a hint of soap and slight tang of salt and sweat, he smelled fresh and clean, a scent—like grass, like summer--
He pressed teeth against his skin and rubbed his tongue against him, nibbled and sucked and licked the tender skin until Charlie was gasping and pushing against Whit’s mouth, he planted a hand on either side of his legs as he bent to get closer to him. Whit huffed impatiently and pulled Charlie into the car with him, nestling him against his crotch, and running his hands up under the A-shirt to drag his nails across his chest, across his hard nipples.
“Shit!” Charlie pressed so hard against him Whit could feel his dick jump and his twitched in sympathy.
He grinned-- when Charlie started cursing it was all over.
He rolled him to his back, reached down and ran his hands over the red stripes on the pants legs, and Charlie groaned—“Stop teasing me!” Whit paid him no mind, running his hands over and over the stripes as he sucked and licked Charlie’s nipples and listened to him beg.
Finally Whit ran his hands up the inside of his legs and he almost sobbed in gratitude, he held Whit’s wrists as he undid the sipper, not stopping him, just needing the contact to ground himself. He was so turned on he shook like a leaf in a windstorm…
“I want to see you in the sun,”, Whit said and stood and guided him outside again, to the side of the car that faced the woods, and leaned Charlie against the warm metal. He knelt and rubbed his chin against the bulge pushing against his zipper and bit along the heat, the rough wool feeling oddly…good--against his tongue. He was so hard himself now, he needed to touch himself… he slid the pants down a little, pulled out Charlie’s dick, so hard, dark and jumping with each stroke of his palm. Charlie groaned as Whit rubbed his cheek against the silky flesh, bent to place a kiss on the warm tip.
Whit leaned back and took in the sight, Charlie leaning against the car, hair in his face, blue eyes shocked and wide with lust, his tie hanging loose and brushing against his bare skin. His undershirt was pushed up under his arms, his shirt hung open and framed his dick, straining up from the folded back fabric of his pants, and Whit unzipped and thrust his hand into his own pants, wrapped his fingers around his dick and jerked roughly, fast, hard, a little painful but so good, watching Charlie watching him…Fuck. He leaned forward and licked him into his mouth, swallowed Charlie down as far as he could….
“Whit, Whit, oh my god,” Charlie jerked up to his toes and shoved the heel of his hand between his teeth, trying not to scream. Whit sucked hard and slipped a finger alongside Charlie’s dick, wetting it, stroking, before teasing him with his wet finger, sliding it back between his shaky legs, around the trembling ring of muscle. When his finger nudged into the tight ring, sank into soft heat, Whit trembled from head to toe, he knew he was seconds from coming and he could feel Charlie was almost there. He could feel the tension, muscles pulled tighter and tighter, Charlie groaned through clenched teeth and threw his head back hard--Whit heard him hit the car--and a strangled scream ground out between his teeth.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come--” he wrenched forward over Whit and Whit could feel it, he felt him clamp down on his finger and muscles fluttered and pulsed as he came, holding Whit’s head and gasping “come with me, come with me”—and that was the trigger for Whit, warm shocks of pleasure hit him, squeezed him as come spurt up, out, filled his fist and spattered on the ground between his spread knees and he shook and groaned around Charlie’s dick.
When he could open his eyes again and stand, he caught a look suspiciously like awe on Charlie’s face.
“What?”
“Nothing, just—you’re so pretty. You really are,” he whispered.
“Yeah, I know,” he grinned, “pretty as a picture and damn, speaking of pictures, why don’t I have a camera now— You should see yourself, you’re sexy as fuck.” He ran his wet hand over Charlie cradling his softening dick. “Sexy.” He whispered against his neck.
Charlie giggled and pushed him away “Yeah, too bad, it‘d make a great Christmas card."
He pulled his tie loose and tucked it in a pants pocket. “You—-make yourself useful—get wet wipes from the glove compartment.Now” He made Whit laugh when he scowled and tried to look fierce. He shrugged, smiled. “Please?”
Whit watched him button his shirt with total absorption and his heart swelled with affection, the look on his face reminded him of Red.
He smoothed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Whit said.
Charlie looked surprised for an instant and then smiled back. “So far, babe, so far. Life’s going to be good to you, Whit-- if you let it be,” he added.
Whit pat his shoulder and went to get the wipes.
Charlie leaned his head back and pulled the tie back out of his pocket and looped it around his neck. He wished with every part of him he could be the guy that made Whit’s life better, but he knew he wasn’t the one. He was thankful for what he had though; damn thankful for any part he’d played in Whit’s life.
tbc
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3/9/05 05:28 am (UTC)*kisses*
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3/9/05 08:47 am (UTC)If not Charlie, then who? *clutches Whitney*
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3/9/05 01:28 pm (UTC)I will miss Charlie... until Sam claimed Whit. ;-)
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3/9/05 11:15 pm (UTC)Little innocent question: Which actor did you say that you were seeing for portraying Sam?
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3/9/05 02:17 pm (UTC)All hot and sexy on the outside and all sweet and schmoopy on the inside!!
*hugs SS*
Oh, i love this story, bay-bee.
:)
*hugs you*
Love you too!
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3/12/05 09:17 pm (UTC)P.S. I was trying to reread the previous few chapter to get up to speed and they aren't in your memories. So, being me, I looked for them so you can put them there. It'll change your numbering for these three new chapters.
Here they are!
19a
19b
19c
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3/12/05 09:25 pm (UTC)