Salubrious part eleven (nsfw)

The night after the concert was over and morning light was trickling in Allan’s bedroom, like a flickering red light through the curtains that teased the pair of unlikely friends. The red lights made Charlie feel more alert, like a strange silent alarm that was sensory. Sensory to Charlie as Allan was also red. It felt familiar and alien at the same time.

Yes, Allan had one of the worst panic attacks during a mosh pit gone wrong. It triggered a sudden asthma attack which made Charlie’s pacemaker feel like he was having a heart attack.

The main thing here was that Charlie took Allan home to make sure that his lungs would be okay. Then, Allan had to invite him in. He also wanted to make sure Charlie’s heart would be ok. Then they got tired, and fell asleep after talking until four am. This wasn’t the plan.

He was tangled up in Allan’s bed, his sheets and Allan.

“Oh, shit. Did…” Charlie starts talking. Allan starts to open his eyes, half lidded, as he yawned himself half awake.

“I don’t have to send a good morning text. You’re here,” Allan sleepily said, lazily touching Charlie’s cheek. Their legs were tangled up together in such an intimate way too.

Allan touched Charlie’s nose, “Boop!” Charlie laughed despite feeling out of his element.

“Good mornin’…. Ah, man, this is gonna sound so weird. Did we … do something? You know?”

Allan frowned, “I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”

Charlie double-backed and sat up, shaking his head, “Oh, no. That’s not what I meant. I know you wouldn’t do that. I meant did we… I was a bit toasted last night is all…”

Allan laid back more casually. “Nope.”

Charlie laid back down, facing Allan. “Okay. Cool. So, are you okay?”

Allan nodded. “Yes. Are you okay?”

Charlie nodded. “It’s just we slept together in the same bed. We kinda laid on top of each other too,” Charlie laughed.

“It’s okay bro. We have socks on, it’s not gay. I have heard that logic before somewhere,” Allan joked.

“Haha. Okay. Do you have coffee?”

Allan nodded. “I’ll make you breakfast. I love that cheese board you got me.”

Charlie grinned. “I’m glad it worked.. I, uh, hehe, I mean I’m so glad you liked it.”

“You’re so sweet when you act awkward. It makes you seem more approachable,” Allan said.

“How so? Aren’t I always jolly and shit?”

Allan cracked up, “No? Usually you’re a cranky son-of-a-bitch, Dompler.”

“Well I guess I’m just adjusting to always changing surroundings, I can’t seem to find my rhythm anywhere.”

“But what about…” Allan started, then looked down.

“What about what? Come on, now is not the time to be a Silent Sally,” Charlie cringed at his wording.

Allan leaned forward, “Is the rhythm good with me?”

Charlie gulped. “Wow. Um, what… what a question!” He laughed.

Allan sighed, leaning in closer, putting his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie looked at Allan curiously.

“Like this?” Allan questioned softly.

Allan tested the waters, sliding his fingers against Charlie’s shoulder, back and then toward his neck. Charlie didn’t recoil, he relaxed. Allan’s hand traveled up to Charlie’s face. Charlie felt so relaxed, a little turned on, even. He put one of his hands on Allan’s chest, traveling it slowly up to his neck and then his face.

“Charlie?” Allan said softly.

“Yeah Allan?” Charlie whispered.

They leaned in close. The gap was maddening.

Allan cursed, “Fuck. I can’t stand it. I can’t wait anymore!”

Allan slammed their mouths together passionately, his tongue begging for entrance. A strangled moan escaped Charlie’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Get on top of me,” Charlie moaned into Allan’s mouth. Allan’s half-lidded eyes widened as he straddled on top of Charlie’s hips. “This is it, baby, you’re fucking it. You’re it for me. You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he moved his hips against Allan.

Allan flicked his tongue against Charlie’s, moaning and whining.

“Am I your pretty boy?” Allan asked in a seductive tone.

Charlie caressed his neck and possessively grabbed Allan’s face, holding it, “Fuck yes you are. You’re so fucking gorgeous. You’re my pretty slut. My pretty boy,” Charlie felt his hormones go loose as Allan rubbed their growing erections together.

“Yes, I’m all yours. I’m yours,” Allan moans, crying little gasps, whimpers and cooing into Charlie’s mouth as they peck their lips over and over in a desperate and almost angry set of peppery kisses.

“Fuck yeah you’re all mine. Do you have one of those tight little skirts you can slap on that cute ass?” Charlie mouthed out, feeling more confident in his feelings on Allan’s feminine side.

Allan’s eyes suddenly went amorous at Charlie’s reaction to Allan cross dressing. “Why yes. Want me to put it on? I’ll do a show for you….” Allan coos as they kiss again, slower this time, with more intensity.

Charlie nodded. “But I don’t want you to leave my arms, baby.”

“That seems like that exact predicament we’re in here. I can’t be in two places at once, Charlie, sweetheart,” Allan tried his own nickname for Charlie that he had been saying in his head for awhile.

They kissed again in a way that felt more natural and different. It was way softer. It made Charlie’s heart feel gooey and tender. Charlie’s heart felt plump and alive and melty. Allan was playing with Charlie’s hair.

“Fuck you kiss like an all-star, like the most professional kind of kisser, beyond the NBA championships…”

Allan smiled widely. “So do you.”

“Wanna slow it down?” Charlie asked. “I’m only asking because once I get going I can’t stop.”

He paused as Allan gave him a questioning look. “No, no! That’s not what I want to say. I mean that it’s hard to stop myself. Of course if you say no, I’ll stop.”

Allan laughed. “I get it. I wanted to ask you something.”

Charlie nodded, still focusing on Allan’s body pressed tightly against his, hyper aware that Allan’s legs are hugging his hips and their groins are slowly still grinding against each other. He bit back a moan.

“How did you know I had women’s clothes? I mean you knew that I had a wig and dress from when I tried to make you smile, but how did you know about me… cross dressing?” Allan’s voice felt vulnerable, making Charlie feel conscious of the next words he choose to say.

“Well, I overheard Glep and Pim talking about that cosplay you had on for the anime convention. With the high heels and such. It seemed like a pattern to me, like, I’m so cool with shit like that. You know me dude, like I’m so progressive. So yeah.”

Allan nodded, seeking to process it all slowly, “You’re turned on by it?”

Charlie gulped. “Uh? I never thought I would like it. But,” he paused, pointing back and forth between the two of them. “I like it. I think I really like it. In fact, I will go a step further and say the reason I like it is because of you.”

Charlie impulsively leaned in to kiss Allan’s face, his forehead and cheek. Allan’s pupils look big, and he lays his head on Charlie’s chest, caressing his body up and down.

“It was also the eyeliner,” Charlie mentioned. “That gave me a clue. It looked hot on you, by the way.

Allan chuckled, “Well it was sweet of you to help me clean off my makeup last night before we fell asleep.”

“You can’t wear makeup to bed… or so I’ve heard,” Charlie pronounced, feeling heat rise up his neck.

“I’m just glad I fucking finally had the guts to kiss you,” Allan said, grinning.

“I was going to …” Charlie trailed off.

“Uh huh, sure…” Allan teased.

Charlie sighed happily. “At least we didn’t stop at you bopping my nose.” Allan laughed.

“Okay, to be honest, Allan, I was dying to kiss you. Especially last night. Those Goth clothes looked so hot on you at the concert. I still can’t believe we just did. It’s crazy.”

Allan leaned forward to kiss him chastely on the lips. “We’re crazy together. Don’t you think?”

“It was a crazy night. I was so scared about your asthma attack. I was.. afraid of losing you.”

Allan smiled gently, holding him tight in a close hug. “I’ll never forget how you beat that guys ass to protect me.”

Charlie grinned egotistically, “No one fucks with the people I care about.”

Allan chuckled, “Did you threaten him with murder?”

Charlie nodded proudly. Allan laughed at his audacity.

“I’d fucking do it again,” he kissed Allan on the cheek.

“Did you tell me that you and Pim went to space once, and met aliens at a crazy house drug party?” Allan randomly remembered. “I am trying to piece together the whole night. It was really a blur in some parts.”

Charlie blanched, “Oh shit. I did,” he sighed. “I trust you, Allan. Please, don’t ever repeat that to anyone, Pim would be pissed. It was supposed to be a secret.”

“You must really like me if you told me such a dark secret…” Allan teased.

“Obviously I like you. I like you more than you know.”

Allan gave him a seductive look and kissed his hand—first his palm, then each finger, licking them as he goes, earning a moan from Charlie.

“Fucking swear you’ll keep it a secret,” Charlie whispered.

“I will fucking do whatever you need me to do….” Allan purred out.

Charlie chuckled, putting his hands on Allan’s long hips. “Damn you got such a slender, curvy body,” Charlie worked himself up. “You got like a perfect curve.”

“Thank you. You got the perfect pillowy body I can squish into…” Allan said, making Charlie tense up.

“You’re saying I’m fat… huh?”

Allan nodded, “I like men with dad bods, Charlie.”

Charlie frowned but blushed, “Uh, that’s good then I guess.”

“Want me to call you papi?”

Charlie sputtered, a snort with a short breath.

“Huh? Papi? Is that like the daddy kink?”

Allan nodded, “Yeah. Do you want me to call you either of those?”

“Yeah. I might like that. Can I still call you my pretty slut? My pretty boy?”

Allan nodded. “Fuck yes, Charlie.”

“Cause that’s what you are. The prettiest slut. My pretty boy that wants to ride my cock all night long.”

They start grinding harder against each other, kissing with a fervent, quick pace.

“Ah, yeah, papi, fuck me,” Allan whines. The unbearable pressure that was building up was terrible within Charlie. It had been awhile since he got laid and Allan was acting so sexy it was making him hard as a rock.

“God, I don’t think I’ll last … m-much longer…” Charlie moans into Allan’s mouth.

“Maybe I should torture you. Not let you cum.”

Charlie’s erection twitched at the thought. “You don’t get to be a brat. You have to be a good, pretty slut. You have to be a good boy,” Charlie commands.

Allan starts nibbling at Charlie’s neck, giving him a hickey.

“Fu..fuck… Allan, baby, you’re making this harder…”

“I know. But it’s more fun this way,” Allan teases.

Charlie suddenly has a sense of something that feels different. He stops for a moment. “Is.. everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Allan asks concerned.

Charlie puts a finger on Allan’s mouth gently, shushing him tenderly. “Listen, Allan, I really fucking like you. Like it’s unbelievably unfair how locked in I am with you right now. But I need you to talk with me seriously.”

Allan looks a little annoyed at them stopping but then noticed how serious Charlie is suddenly acting. “Okay, Charlie. Talk to me.” Their eyes are glued together in a brief flash of their sexual desire and discovery as it turns into something loving, trusting and kind.

“Allan, I want to know if you actually… do you actually want to be with me or if this is just a fling to you.”

Allan gave the question breathing room as the pause filled the space between them. “I don’t think I can share you after this. I really want it to be for keeps. If that’s what you want,” Allan answers.

Charlie nods, looking like a kid coming downstairs to a Christmas tree full of presents. “Yes! Oh man, that’s awesome, that’s what I needed to hear. Come here baby,” he pulled them in for a sloppy kiss that felt tender and slow.

“Charlie, sweetheart?”

Charlie nodded, “What is it?”

“Now it might be a good time to start touching me.” Allan smiled so sweetly at him it made him feel a roaring fire inside burst up in his heart.

Charlie laughed. “Is that smile because of me?” Allan nodded.

“Then fuck yes.”