“You called me, Han?” Charlie said in an amused tone as he entered the boy’s room. Han immediately stiffened in his chair and gripped the armrests. “What’s up?” The prefect added when the other didn’t answer right away. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Why am I doing this? Why did I call him? Damn me and my impulsive decision. Can I make him go back? Can I make up a lie? That’s right! Lie! “Han?”
Lie, damn it! “Uhh… Charlie.” Han gulped. He couldn’t think of a single excuse, lie, or cover-up to what he has done and what he was about to do. It wasn’t something that usually happens to Han. His brain was usually as fast working as his servers. The fact that he was actually lagging right now… Syntax error, oh my god.
“Han?” Charlie was getting slightly worried about what Han called him up to his room. He was getting worried how the chair was shaking ever-so slightly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m f-fine.” Han finally turned his chair around to face his prefect. He even tried to smile but since he hasn’t been around people for a while, the attempt of a smile turned up into a twitchy snarl. He knew what was happening to his face so he just stopped seconds after he started. Charlie found it a little funny and that the clothes (a Dalton Kings shirt and pyjamas) were adorable on Han. The prefect’s smile made the other boy whimper internally because it was so cute. He took a deep breath to stead himself then looked up at Charlie with a serious but nervous look. “Let’s just get this over with.” He breathed. “You owe me for saving Windsor house from multiple calamities and multiple deaths.”
“Yes.” Charlie nodded. “And in my defense, they were just possible multiple deaths.”
“Right…” Han was a little distracted by the thoughts organizing the possible places the conversation might go so he would know how to escape.
“What do you need?” The perfected stared at the smaller boy sitting in his big chair.
“Charlie, I’m gay.”
Charlie’s eyebrows went up. That wasn’t really what he was expecting. Though the thought of Han telling him made him wonder if Han knew about his little tendencies. Tendencies that he didn’t want to admit to anyone quite yet. “Oh… Well… Okay. Was that the favour you want? You know this house is accepting and Blaine –”
“And I like you.”
Charlie’s face grew as red as Han’s. “That’s –”
“And I want you to take my virginity.” Charlie practically choked on his own breath and saliva. “Now.” I shouldn’t have said that. Han thought. He’s going to turn me down and I’m going to have to seclude myself even more.
“I know you’re straight and all but I want it to be you.” Han gulped, his mouth was getting dry. “It can be all casual. Lord knows I’m not going to get any at all in this miserable life of mine. I’ll be in my room and you’re gonna be out there. We’ll barely see each other so it won’t be awkward. I won’t tell anyone. Plus, you owe me so there.” Way to go, Han. That was positively sexy. Charlie stared at Han with huge, surprised eyes. This was impossible. It was awkward. It was downright manipulation. It was, above all, surprisingly sexy. “If you’re going to say no, I think you should do it as fast as you can so you could save both of us from this awkward silence.” Han sighed deeply. His body stung a little bit of embarrassment and rejection. He hoped Charlie would reject him faster. I knew I should’ve went with the Tweedles.
“Okay?” He couldn’t believe his ears.
“I’ll do it.” Charlie couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He was kind of relieved that Han did this. He’s never had sex with a guy before even though he’s been itching to do so (he was just about to ask Justin) but since Han was giving his virginity up for grabs, it’d be a shame if he didn’t take it.
Charlie was getting a bit annoyed but he guessed that if he was the one in Han’s place, he would’ve been shocked to incoherency as well. “I’ll take your virginity.”
“And you’re not… being weird about it.” It was all too much to sink in for Han.
Charlie shrugged even though he was completely nervous. He was trying to be nonchalant. “Everyone experiments in high school.”
“I thought that was college.” Han was still letting it sink in.
“What’s a few months early?” Charlie smirked and took Han’s pale, shaky hands and hoisted him up from the chair. “Besides… I’m not as entirely straight as you think I am.” Han attempted to speak up but he couldn’t think of any words that could appropriately reply to that. “I assume you’ve prepared for this.” Han’s eyes glanced over to his futon and Charlie followed his gaze to see a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms at the top of the bed. He smiled slightly and let go of one of Han’s hands. “Shall we?”
“You’re really doing this.” Han said, it just sunk in.
“Yes, Han.” Charlie said softly. “Now, lie down.” Han did as he was told and was trying to calm himself. The larger boy situated himself over the smaller, blue eyes staring down at the brown ones. He was trying to be careful. Everyone’s first time should be special and not lust crazed. It should be soft and not too rough. Charlie intended to give Han just that. “Calm down.” He said, running a finger against Han’s clammy cheek. Han shivered with excitement. He could feel the trail of fire Charlie left on his skin. He was breaking down.
“I’m trying.” Han whispered.
Charlie pressed his lips against Han’s quickly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” Han wasn’t expecting that – actually, everything about this was unexpected. He wasn’t expecting Charlie to be a gentleman about it and he just couldn’t help but be more attracted to the prefect than he already was. They kissed again with more intensity than earlier. Han’s arms wrapped themselves around Charlie’s shoulders while Charlie’s ended up on Han’s hips. As the kiss continued to accelerate itself into higher levels of heat, the prefect’s one hand crept to the other boy’s knee and pulled it up to his hip. Han instinctively wrapped it around Charlie.
Charlie took this opportunity to grind his hips against Han’s, eliciting a groan from the boy, releasing the kiss. Charlie’s lips didn’t stop working, working on Han’s jaw, Han’s neck, Han’s collarbone, Han’s sensitive skin behind his ear. He enjoyed every small moan he got out of it.
He stopped to take off his shirt and so did Han, afterwards they went back to kissing. Han shivered at the contact of Charlie’s rock hard body against his softer, slightly chubbier one. God, I hope he isn’t disgusted. But Charlie was far from it. Han felt amazing under him.
Han’s hands trailed up Charlie’s exquisite back as they kissed and then stopped at his neck for a while before wandering down the well-defined chest. His fingers caught on Charlie’s nipples for a few seconds, the prefect moaned against their lips at the contact. Han smirked and played and pinched and pushed at them for a bit before his hands went down to the abs. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Charlie murmured as they kissed.
“No. I just know what feels good,” came Han’s reply as he started unbuttoning Charlie’s pants. Once the button came loose and the zip unzipped, Han’s hands strode up against Charlie’s hips, making the prefect grind again. Their erections were obvious.
Charlie’s hands went to Han’s hips and he pulled away from the kiss to go back to kissing Han’s neck. Han’s breathing was jagged as it was without Charlie stimulating other erogenous zones. He could barely breathe when Charlie went down, nipping at his shoulder and rubbing his thighs. He could barely think when Charlie went lower to his nipple where his tongue swirled around it wetly. “Oh Charles.” Han said. Then he bit his lips together, embarrassed at the little outburst.
“No… Don’t stop making those sounds.” Charlie protested against Han’s skin as he went lower, lowering the pyjamas as well, revealing that Han didn’t put on underwear.
“I was making sounds?” Han asked shakily.
Charlie didn’t speak again until he got Han naked. “Yeah, and they’re nice. Don’t withhold them.” Han nodded stiffly. “Hand me the lube.” Han reached up and gave Charlie the bottle. He squirted it out onto his fingers and he spread Han’s legs apart a little. He leaned down again and Han could feel his cold fingers against his ass cheeks, creeping towards his entrance. Charlie was kissing Han’s jaw again and trailed those kisses up to his ear. “This is going to sting a little bit.” Then, there it was. Han gasped, arching from the futon and clinched. “Relax.” Charlie said in a whisper and began pushing into Han again. Once the whole finger was in there, he started rhythmically moving it, opening the tight hole. Charlie peppered Han with kisses on the jaw as well as biting and sucking on the neck. Han finally relaxed more with Charlie’s finger in him, to which Charlie reacted to putting another finger in.
Han reached down and grabbed Charlie’s aching bulge and fondled him through the fabric. Charlie used his free hand to push down his underwear and pants to free his erection and Han took hold of it, making Charlie shiver at the contact. Han started pumping, earning a small moan against his skin. Charlie replied with rubbing Han’s prostate. “What was that?!” Han cried.
“That,” Charlie looked up at him and did it again, watching the boy unfolding in front of him, “was just a sample of what’s going to happen later.”
Once he was loose as loose can be, Charlie pulled out his fingers and reached over for the condom. He ripped the wrapper open and worked fast to put it on himself. He poured the cold lube over him and pressed against Han’s entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked.
“Uh huh.” Charlie leaned down and kissed Han quickly. “Are you?”
He didn’t reply with words but with an action that sent Han’s body on fire. Good fire. Fire that burned deep down his stomach and electrified his nerves. Charlie kissed Han’s upturned neck, nipping here and there as he pushed himself in. Han moaned loud and unhindered. He buried himself up to the hilt and stayed in there for a while. Han panted, toes curling, fingers embedded into Charlie’s back. “Oh, god.” He sucked in a breath and Charlie pushed himself over Han, relieving a bit of pressure on the smaller boy’s body.
“Move.” Han commanded and Charlie did as he was told. Thrust one. “Oh.” Thrust two. “Mmm.” Thrust three. “Fuck.” He was gentle, like he promised. There wasn’t much of a rush with the thrusts. They were perfectly timed and Charlie was a good lover. He continued kissing Han as he penetrated him slowly. Han’s breath was hitched and he couldn’t really form a coherent thought. Charlie was enjoying the tight feel around him. It was definitely different from having sex with a girl. Han moaned for the both of them since Charlie was quiet aside from the occasional grunt.
“How is your first time going so far?” Charlie said, a few minutes into it. He made another thrust and bit his lips together before he allowed himself a moan.
“Good.” Han said in a shaky, breathless voice. At the same time, he dragged his fingers down Charlie’s back while Charlie made another deep thrust. “Very good.” Charlie smiled and kissed the boy again, this time with his hand tight around the other’s dick, pumping in sync.
They didn’t talk again until they both came, covered in sweat, and completely satisfied. Han was sore, incredibly so. He didn’t know if he could stand up or not but he didn’t regret anything. Charlie rolled off of him and then started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Han managed to say, reaching for his pyjamas to wipe the cum off his stomach.
“I don’t know. I’m just so happy.” Charlie grinned.
“I guess that’s a good thing.” Han returned the smile. “…So I guess you’ll be going now?” He asked, feeling a bit sad at the thought of Charlie leaving already.
Charlie turned his body to face Han and cupped his cheek. “Unless you want me to stay.”
Butterflies fluttered in Han’s stomach as he stared into those blue eyes he’s admired from the distance now so close to his face. “…Stay.” He whispered. Charlie scooted closer and Han gave him the soiled pyjamas to wipe himself off. “Are you cold?”
“A bit.” Han pulled a blanket from the side and covered them with it.
“Sorry about the room… Servers and all.”
“It’s alright.” Charlie laughed lightly then propped his head on his hand, looking at Han. “Hey… Do you want to make this a… I don’t know… a thing?”
Han looked up at his prefect with wide eyes. Charlie was asking him out? First the sex, now a thing?! This does not compute! “Uh… Sure? But can we not stay outdoors too much?”
Charlie laughed. “Sure. I’d love to have computer lit dinners.”