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fellowshippers2005-02-11 12:44 am
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
X-posted in the usual places
I have no idea if this story line has been done before, it seems so obvious to me that this should be done, so if it has, let me know! If not enjoy!
Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3 here
Chapter 4 here
The shark pulled his head back to look at Charlie. His face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes were still sexually fixed and half lidded, but the color, that amazing green was brilliant. He looked at Charlie as if he was going to say something, or he was waiting for Charlie to say something.
They looked at each other, just inches apart, for what seemed like an endless single moment. Charlie found himself lost in green perfection. Finally, the shark snapped out of it. He quickly stood up, and zipped up his pants. Charlie sat back on his arse and watched the shark transform back into the little bastard.
“You have 3 more days Pace, you had better have the money.” He said without looking back at Charlie, and he was out the door.
“I don’t even know your name!” Charlie screamed after him. “I don’t even know your name.” he said quietly to himself.
Friday night
There was no sign of the shark tonight at the show, and Charlie was surprised that he felt almost disappointed. But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? Why would he miss being stalked and intimidated by that insane little fucker?
After the show, Charlie and the rest of the band were backstage, drinking and laughing
Several groupies hung on Liam and soon they disappeared. As the rest of the band slowly made their way out, Charlie, found himself alone. He packed up his guitars and headed out the back door. There was a dark car waiting with the engine running. Charlie walked by it cautiously. As he passed by, the rear window slowly rolled down. Charlie glanced in.
“Get in Charlie.”
Charlie climbed in the car. The shark was sitting in the back. Charlie gave him all the money they had made, except what Liam had already skimmed off.
The shark just stared at Charlie; he seemed at a loss for words for several very uncomfortable moments. He had not seen Charlie in full makeup up close before. That fucking eyeliner and mascara. His eyes looked even more intense framed in black; it took the sharks breath away. Finally, he managed to break his gaze and speak…
“This isn’t enough Charlie, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know… I know. I, I just don’t know what to do…we are still having some royalty problems, but we’ll get better gigs again. The new equipment is helping. I can already tell…”
“Charlie, shut the fuck up. Look, we both know you can’t repay this loan.” The shark moved over closer to Charlie. He placed his hand on Charlie’s upper thigh, squeezed and rubbed up and down, he breathed in his ear, “That’s why I took the liberty of paying it off for you. Now you don’t owe my father anymore Charlie, you owe me.” The shark’s voice lowered, as did his eyes, he slowly and deliberately scanned Charlie’s body, his hand continued to roam his entire firm thigh. “I will consider you paid in full after… after you do… everything I want tonight… everything Charlie.”
“Just what are you bloody saying? Bugger off! Let me out of here!”
“You have no fucking choice! Do you know what those two could do to you?!” He said threateningly and pointing to the two large men in the front seat. Then he whispered, “I promise… I won’t hurt you, Charlie.”
Charlie just sat, looked out the window and said nothing. He wanted this fucking loan paid off. So he would spend one fucked up night and he then he would be free. He ignored the twitching and hardening in his own crotch.
As they entered Charlie’s flat, the orders began immediately.
“Music, Charlie, put some music on.”
Charlie turned on his stereo and just let the radio dictate their music.
The shark took his jacket off, kicked off his shoes and sat on the futon. “Now then… take your clothes off for me Charlie, slowly.”
Charlie pulled his t-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. He felt the shark’s eyes on him staring intently. He kicked off his trainers, unbuttoned the fly of his pants and unzipped his jeans.
Charlie cursed his cock; it had betrayed him. This was not meant to be enjoyable for him. It was a business deal, that’s all. He felt a dizzying mixture of humiliation and arousal. He averted his eyes and kept his head down as he lowered his jeans and stepped out of them.
“Come here lad.” The shark whispered with a smile. He found Charlie’s coyness of his erection endearing.
Charlie’s partial erection could not be concealed from the older man. He slowly walked over to where the shark was sitting, and stood directly on front of him.
“Closer.”
Charlie took a step closer; his shins were inches away from the futon as he stood between the sharks knees.
“Touch yourself; I want you to touch yourself.” The shark could barely get the words out.
Charlie looked at him; he knew that the shark saw that he was almost fully erect. He held his cock with both hands, partly to hide it from the shark’s intense gaze, and began rubbing himself. One hand cupped his balls, the other moved up and down his shaft, giving his head a slight squeeze when he reached the tip. As he stroked himself more and more, he licked, and then bit his bottom lip. His hand movements were slow at first, then he sped it up. He could not help himself, he was young, he was aroused, and he desired relief more than anything now. Quiet moans escaped between his heavy breaths. Charlie was clearly getting close.
The shark could hear the wet sound of precum as Charlie’s fist slid quickly up and down his hard wet cock. He would have loved to watch him cum right there for him, but he had other plans. The shark had gotten so more than he had expected from Charlie already, he watched the younger lad play with his cock with such passion and enthusiasm. The sounds of Charlie pleasuring himself right in front of his face were unbelievable. Finally, he managed to say…
“Get down on your knees; I want you to take my shirt off.” The shark was leaning back against the back of the futon. Charlie had to lean forward, his wet cock bobbed just above the seat between the shark’s legs. He unbuttoned his silk shirt for him and slipped it off his shoulders. Charlie could not help but notice the shark’s chest was broad and he had soft ginger colored curls. His nipples were dark and erect. He fought the urge to touch him.
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