Salubrious part 46

After that rather exciting and stressful meeting with Allan’s father on Saturday, the tired couple had a day of rest on Sunday.

They sleep in late, past eleven in the morning and have a light breakfast of coffee and chocolate brioche. Allan cut up some grapefruit and strawberries on the side.

“This grapefruit is sour. I don’t know how you eat it,” Charlie said with a sour look.

Allan smiled, grabbing a teaspoon of sugar from their sugar bin, running over as he sprinkled it over the grapefruit pieces.

“Now try it.”

Charlie shrugged and put a piece in his mouth. “Better. I guess.”

“I’m gonna cut up some mango I got from the farmers market. It’s ripe now,” Allan said, sipping his coffee.

“Okay, sure. I don’t think I ever tried mango before,” Charlie said as he put a huge hunk of bread in his mouth.

“You’re like an animal when you eat sometimes, jeez,” Allan teased, going over to kiss Charlie on the mouth.

“Mmm, you like it when I act like an idiot animal.”

Allan laughed as they kissed as Charlie chewed his food.

“I didn’t say idiot,” Allan added.

Charlie rolled his eyes. “That’s okay I said it for the both of us.”

Allan picked up two mangos and started cutting it up with slow precision on the kitchen counter.

“Did you end up talking to Pim about maybe going out all together soon? I know you wanna meet his girlfriend. I do too,” Allan said as he sliced the pieces equally.

Charlie nodded, “Yeah he actually texted me last night. I told him I’d ask you but we were thinking next Friday? Pim was going to make reservations somewhere downtown.”

“Oh man. No, dude. Remember when we went to Brazil? The lil dude completely forgot to reserve our hotel, I know you absolutely love him but he’s such a sweet fool.”

Charlie laughed. “You love him too, Allan. Stop acting so tough.”

Allan smiled wryly and made a resignation sigh. “Yeah. I guess I do. He’s like my annoying older brother or something.”

“You know you do have a point, I might make the reservation just in case,” Charlie added.

“Smart choice, sweetheart!” Allan said pointing the knife up in a toast.

“You look so pretty this morning, hon,” Charlie said in an affectionate tone.

Allan looked up and grinned. “Aw, someone is trying to butter me up, isn’t he? What do you want?”

Charlie frowned. “No, not at all. I just think you’re gorgeous.”

Allan put down the knife. “I think you’re really…” he purred as he walked over to Charlie, scooting the chair backward.

Charlie’s eyes go wide as Allan sat on top of him, staring at him with a seductive expression. “Really hot. You’re so hot, Charlie.”

“Your hands are wet from the fruit,” Charlie said nervously.

“So?”

Charlie laughed, “Um? You’re the clean freak. I don’t know.”

“Suck on my fingers, Charlie…” Allan whispered.

Charlie felt turned on, taking Allan’s slender finger in his mouth, licking it then sucking on it slowly.

“Oh, fuck, Charlie…” Allan started grinding against him slowly, making them both moan.

“Wanna go fool around?” Charlie asked. Allan realized Charlie said this so quickly and often. It was a patience game that certainly didn’t feel like a game at all.

It had been close to three months, Allan realized that they had been intimate in so many ways. Taking care of each other when they were sick, sad, tired and anxious. Feeding each other, covering for each other, making sure that they both survive.

But Charlie was so invested that he had been put on pilot mode with their physical intimacy just so Allan felt comfortable and safe.

Allan realized then and there this man would wait forever if it meant they would not be separated. It made his heart race and melt into a sweet little puddle.

“Charlie?” Allan said in a soft voice, as Charlie held onto Allan’s hips, kissing his neck.

“Yeah? You good?” Charlie asked, looking at him suddenly.

“Let’s do it, Charlie, please,” Allan melted into the crook of Charlie’s neck.

Charlie immediately looked up, stopping in motion and took his hands off Allan’s hips, putting them near his sides hanging down.

“Allan? What.. what did you say?”

Allan kissed him deftly on the mouth, his eyes half-lidded. “Charlie, I want you to make love to me. Now,” he kissed him again with more urgency, “right now. Please…”

“Oh fuck. Are you… you sure, baby? I .. don’t want you to feel…” Charlie rambled.

Allan kissed him, licking his mouth, begging for entrance. Charlie kissed him back.

“Fuck me, Charlie. I want you inside me, deep inside of me, oh God, please Charlie…” Allan cried as he started grinding against him more desperately.

“I’ll go get a condom..” Charlie got up but Allan pulled at his arm, putting his arms around Charlie’s neck.

“No. No. I want you inside me now. No condom.”

Charlie looked shocked, but he was so excited and happy for this development he didn’t want to upset his obviously amorous partner.

Charlie quietly picked up Allan, holding him by his bottom as Allan wrapped his legs around Charlie’s lower back. Charlie carried Allan to their bedroom, feeling like the luckiest man ever, as he was nibbling on Charlie’s neck.

“I gotta prepare you, babe. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Charlie said breathlessly.

“Fuck. I don’t care. Do whatever. I just want that,” Allan grabbed Charlie from inside his pants. “In me.”

Charlie made a small whimpering noise that he choked back as all his inhibitions and closed up, pent up sexual energy started flowing out.

“Are you hormonal, babe?” Charlie asked as Allan lay on their bed, spread eagle.

“No. No, you silly, yellow, chubby, cute man, I’m not hormonal,” he kneeled on the bed, unbuttoning Charlie’s pants, and pulling them down. “I’m in love.”

He looked up at Charlie, kissing his nose.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, baby,” Charlie blushed, touching his nose.

“You’ll see how sweet I am in a minute,” Allan said as he gently pushed Charlie down on the bed, nibbling at the seam of Charlie’s underwear, breathing on it intentionally, making Charlie squirm and moan from the teasing.

Allan took off the underwear, licking the tip of Charlie’s member, taking it in his mouth.

“Oh my God, Allan, what did I do to deserve you, you’re so good,” Charlie moaned loudly.

Allan licked lower, sucking on Charlie’s balls, his hand slowly moving up to stroke his boyfriend’s hard member.

“I love you, god do I love you,” Charlie moaned, his breath fast and out of control.

After a few moments, Allan went up for air, kissing up Charlie’s legs, thighs and stomach, then up his chest and neck.

“I love you too,” Allan said as he wrapped his legs around Charlie’s back as they flipped over.

“Are… are you sure about this? Are you really sure?” Charlie asked, and Allan sighed.

“How badly have you been wanting me this whole time?” Allan asked.

Charlie felt hot, thinking a moment.

“It must’ve hurt so badly down there this whole time. You must’ve been really hard up, Charlie. Right?”

Charlie gulped. “Dude, I was happy with you. You know I was happy with the stuff we did..”

“Charlie, seriously, all men gotta fuck. Don’t lie. I love that you were so patient with me, it was so sweet and so romantic of you, but let’s cut the bullshit.” Allan hugged him close. “You need this badly.”

Charlie felt so hot, so recklessly turned on, that all he could do was nod.

“You need me badly. Say it.”

Charlie whimpered, “I need you badly.”

Allan nodded, “I knew it. Can I slap it a bit?”

“To punish me?”

Allan nodded. “You’re so naughty, you need to be punished.”

Charlie bit his lip, “I’m your naughty boy.”

Allan lightly slaps the tip of Charlie’s dick twice. Charlie moans loudly each time.

The reaction is particularly encouraging as there’s a bit of precum, and a twitch. Charlie didn’t realize he liked this stuff but when they experimented early on in their relationship, he felt it made the actual orgasm much stronger. They of course had a safety word and they had discussed boundaries before—-now it was just fun.

“You really are a slut,” Allan whispered in his ear.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so pretty when you torture me.”

Allan blinked, giving him a unconvinced look. “So are you, naughty little thing.”

They kissed, breaking the act for a moment.

“Oh my God Charlie you’re making me so horny. Can you just start?”

Charlie nodded, kissing him deeply and gently.

“Baby, just tell me to stop at anytime if it feels uncomfortable or off to you, okay?” Charlie asked.

“Uh-huh.”

Charlie got out some lubricant that smelled like cherries, putting some on his fingers.

“Dude is that the new one you bought for ..” Allan started to say. Charlie nodded.

“Yeah. It’s the one you said you wanted us to try when.. you know..” Charlie blushed, “You do know I’m … I never actually had … made love with a dude before. Right?”

Allan nodded. “I had a feeling.”

“You’ve been with a few guys, though. Right?” Charlie’s voice cracked from the intense pressure building up inside him.

“Yes. But none of them mattered. Not like you,” Allan said seriously.

“But, I am so… like, this is super important. Isn’t it? This is our first time, fuck. Oh my… Allan, seriously…”

Allan laughed. “Our first time,” he repeated, gently caressing Charlie’s face.

“You mean more to me than the whole universe, you know that, right?” Charlie said, blushing. “Like, you know when we weren’t talking, I.. you infected my brain, like an earworm. I could .. your name was in my mouth even if I didn’t say it… like.. every moment…”

Allan smiled, feeling so overwhelmed by the sweet words and the warmth it brought him.

“Charlie, dear?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“Are you so nervous that you are just rambling? Cause it’s really sweet. But, sweetheart, I wanna fuck.”

Charlie went bright red, lowering his hand as Allan spread his legs, slowly starting to finger him, with his other hand slowly stroking his member.

Allan’s back curved off the bed as his breath became labored, pushing into Charlie’s finger as he felt a tingle, a sharp drop in his lower stomach as he readied himself for Charlie to continue.

“You okay? Oh shit, did I hurt you?”

Allan shook his head. “N-no, Charlie.”

He fingered Allan with one finger at first, then using more lubricant, he added a second finger.

“You’re taking it so good baby, damn,” Charlie said with fast breath, oogling the sight of his love getting ready for them to make love was so hot, and it made him get harder as Allan eased into the pressure and started crying out.

Charlie saw the angle looked off so he placed a pillow underneath Allan’s behind and lower back.

There was a sudden shift in direction and Charlie realized he must’ve hit Allan’s prostrate.

Allan moaned so loud, it almost sounded like a scream.

Charlie took that as good sign. Allan’s legs were shaking from the intense pressure and pleasure, and his eyes were shut tightly as he continued to moan and cry out Charlie’s name. It really turned on Charlie to the point where he couldn’t wait much longer. He felt ready to explode.

“Fuck, I gotta, Allan, are you ready? I.. need to… I need you..” Charlie whimpered.

“Ye-yeah, Charlie, fuck me.”

“How.. what way?”

“Face me,” Allan said.

“Okay. Fuck, gimme your legs, babe,” Charlie said as he pulled Allan’s legs to slide them against his hips, holding onto them closely, pulling Allan’s lower body forward.

Allan reached over to grab the lubricant, squeezing some out to gently put on Charlie’s member.

“You good?” Charlie asked as he added another pillow to get a good angle and to make Allan comfortable.

Allan nodded. “I’m ready.”

Charlie took in a few deep breaths, easing in, trying to maintain his composure. He grabbed Allan’s ass, squeezing it appreciatively which made them both moan as Charlie slowly fucked his fully lost in euphoria boyfriend.

“Damn your ass is so cute, so fucking hot,” Charlie groaned, relief of finally having actual intercourse becoming almost too good, too much too fast. He slowly found a medium pace and started getting more comfortable as he saw Allan was crying out and moaning uncontrollably.

“Pound me, harder…” Allan murmured as Charlie moved in closer and deeper, hitting Allan’s prostate finally, making himself shudder and Allan scream.

“Fuck, fuck, oh FUCK!” Allan cried out as he felt himself about to hit climax.

“You coming baby, oh fuck… Allan, you’re.. you’re so good… you feel so nice..”

“Charlie, oh I …” Allan cried.

Charlie leaned upward, looking into Allan’s eyes.

“You cute, annoying,” Charlie kissed him passionately, “Sexy red stick.”

Allan beamed, kissing Charlie back, “You stupid… yellow… son-of-a..”

They kissed again, moaning and shuddering as they feel the pressure spill over. Charlie gripped Allan’s member, stroking him as they both tripped over their own slippery, twisted passion in incoherent murmurs, groans and cries, feeling everything go white hot and slip into easy, smooth, hard-earned, flowing orgasm.

They fell on each other, pecking their lips together manically over and over and holding each other tight.

“That was really hot,” Charlie said.

Allan laughed, kissing his cheek, “You are hot.”

“Thanks for the compliment though,” Charlie said. “Cumming to being called a stupid yellow son of a bitch was new.”

Allan giggled. “You called me an annoying red stick! Like that one day we were fighting. Now, we’re fighting just in a new direction… haha.”

“Hey? I said cute and sexy too,” Charlie added. They nuzzled noses.

“I’m your annoying, cute, sexy red stick,” Allan confirmed.

“And I’m your stupid yellow sonofabitch.”

“I like Charlie better,” Allan smiled, and they kissed again, feeling a soft wave of warmth and joy cascade through their bodies, resting against each other’s faces… they let the afternoon sun hit the window as they slept in their soft afterglow.