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fellowshippers2005-02-08 11:39 pm
The Loan Charlie/Shark NC17
Title: The Loan
Author: Pippin’s Penny
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Charlie/Shark
Summary: Charlie owes money but cannot repay his loan…. financially
I have no idea if this has been done before, it seems so obvious to me that this story line should be done, so if it has, let me know! If not enjoy!
Chapter 3
The shark held his breath as Charlie put his hand up to his mouth and licked his palm. Charlie took another step in, squeezed his eyes shut and reached out and found the shark’s cock already hard, it’s tip dripping and wet.
Charlie closed his eyes and began rubbing the other man’s cock. He decided to do it fast. Wank this fucker off as fast as possible. Charlie thought.
He increased his motion, standing close to the shark, their chests almost touching. He could feel his hot, heavy breaths shoot down his neck. He thought the shark was going to kiss his neck, his lips were so close. His breathing quickened, hitched, then he heard him cursing softly.
“Fuck… yeah… that’s it. Faster, yeahhh, faster. Sexy fffucking little bitch, faster…”
The shark’s hips began thrusting; he gripped Charlie’s upper arms for support, as his thrusts grew wilder. His leg pressing onto Charlie’s leg. Charlie’s hand continued it’s motion, rubbing the seeping precum over the sharks rock hard erection.
This fucker is leaking like a stuck pig, Charlie thought. His hand slick, he used his wrist to add a sharp twist at the head. He heard groaning, the shark was clearly enjoying himself.
This was taking longer than he had intended. Charlie leaned in further; he decided to use his other hand as well. He put his left hand out and cradled the shark’s sac, and gave it a slight squeeze. He heard a gasp.
“Ffuck… Fffuck … ahhh fuck, ye sweet bitch, so good, such a good little whore… Yeahh…”
Charlie worked the shark’s dick with all he had, why the fuck isn’t he coming?
Curiosity got the better of him and he dared a glance at the sharks face. What he saw shocked him.
Their eyes locked, Charlie almost did not recognize him. He found himself looking into the most soulful, beautiful green eyes, framed by sweet long lashes. The sharks face was almost cherubic like up-close; he suddenly looked young, and innocent of all things.
The shark leaned forward, he closed his eyes and put his lips on Charlie’s, he did not kiss him, just gently placed his lips on Charlie’s mouth and at that moment, he came in Charlie’s hand.
The shark made a sound that almost sounded like a cry of pain as he pumped his load in Charlie’s hand and panted into Charlie’s mouth. His forehead pressing onto Charlie’s.
Charlie continued to gently rub the warm cream over the sharks softening cock for a few more moments, carefully avoiding the sensitive head.
Finally, after several quiet, sated moments, filled only with the sharks heavy panting, and the shark, still holding onto Charlie for support, managed to whisper, “Be a good lad and fetch a towel, eh?”
Saturday Night
Again, Charlie paced the floor back stage. Liam was late. He was not answering his mobile. Seconds before they were to be onstage, Liam stumbled in flanked by two obviously stoned birds. Glassy eyed, he carried his guitar case and slammed it down.
”I’m here!” He screamed. “Lets rock and roll!”
Again, somehow, Liam pulled it off. He was defiantly not up to par, but even fucked up, he was still better than most. Charlie wondered how much longer he would be able to keep this up. In his current state, he did not think it would be long. However, he would do anything to keep the band together… and keep his brother together.
Charlie lost himself for a while in the music. It was his ultimate escape. He danced, gyrated, played up to the other band members, wiggled his arse provocatively, thrust his hips and stuck out his tongue for the girls at the front of the stage.
Suddenly he felt another pair of eyes on him. He squinted his eyes, to the rear of the theater there again in the shadows, stood a small figure in an expensive suit. Alone… and watching.
Sunday
Charlie spent the day writing lyrics, but mostly he found that he kept thinking about the loan shark. The image of the sharks face close up was haunting him. At first glance, he looked like a tough little bastard, but up close… he looked… and seemed so different.
One of Charlie’s favorite pastimes is people watching, he has a natural curiosity about people. He wondered about the shark, he didn’t even know his name. He wondered about his childhood, was it happy, did he play football, maybe he was artistic? What must it be like to grow up with a loan shark as a father? What chance did he really have after all?
Charlie saw something else in him when he looked into the shark’s eyes; he knew that the shark’s refection was not really him at all. It couldn’t be, not with that face, and those eyes.
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Another chapter that has me totally hooked!
Love the hottest too ;)
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I love how Charlie's thinking about him now. This is going to be good, I can tell. Keep it up!
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Yes, I think that sentence is key! Glad you are enjoying it!