Chapter 42

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CHARLIE

CHARLIE COULD hardly believe it. His Sky was actually moaning. Real moans! The sound was so different. So much better. And Charlie was doing that to him!

But it was all because of Ward.

A part of Charlie ached, realizing that Ward had known something about his Sky that he had never learned himself. But he was also grateful. Ward was teaching him! His Sky deserved to feel good, and now Charlie would be able to accomplish that all on his own.

Except, when he pictured being alone with his Sky, it didn't feel right anymore. There was something missing. Somehow, it only made sense for Ward to be with them, guiding his movements, taking part in their pleasure.

Then Ward shifted behind him.

Charlie stuttered to a stop. He'd felt the man's penis against his thighs, but now it was nestled in the crease of his buttocks instead. When Charlie pressed back against him, or when Ward helped him thrust forward, it forced Ward's penis deeper into the crease. On the next thrust, it rubbed right against his anus.

He sucked in a breath and went still.

“Charlie?” Ward murmured. “You okay?”

Charlie trembled. He'd watched anal sex in porn, of course, but he'd never understood the appeal. It was icky. And backwards. That was an out orifice, not an in one. Charlie knew about the prostate, too, and he'd read that stimulation of it could be pleasurable, but he'd never been able to get past the idea of coming into contact with waste in order to test it out.

But the way Ward's penis was rubbing against him like that? It felt good. Wrong and weird but oddly good. And feeling Ward behind him, pressed up against him like that? Moving with him?

Charlie collapsed on top of his Sky and covered his head, hiding his face. He felt the air grow tense as silence surrounded him.

“Charlie?” Ward murmured. The man leaned down close over him, gently running a hand between his shoulder blades. “Hey, buddy. It's okay. If it's too much, we can stop. Here.” The man shifted. “I'll leave you guys to–”

“ Hhnn! ” Charlie whined. He frantically reached back, groping for Ward without looking. The very last thing he wanted was for Ward to leave.

“Okay, easy,” Ward said as he settled back into place, gently blanketing Charlie's body. “Easy, sweet boy. Take your time. Then tell us what you need.”

Charlie curled his arm up and pressed the back of his hand to his eye as he burrowed into Skylar's chest. How could he even begin to tell them what he wanted? How could he ask for it when he didn't even understand it? It didn't make any sense. Why did his body want something that his mind refused to accept?

“ Hhn .”

“Uh oh,” Skylar whispered. “He's feeling conflicted about something.”

“How can you tell?” Ward asked.

“That was his confused grunt,” Skylar explained.

Charlie almost nodded. His Sky was right. Before he could move, he felt his Sky's arms go around him, adding to Ward's embrace, keeping him safe and trapped between them. Charlie sighed, feeling his body begin to relax even as he continued to struggle inside his head. He needed something more, though. Charlie wanted to sit up and trace Skylar's tattoos, but that would mean leaving the warm cocoon of their bodies.

Behind him, Ward shifted his weight from one arm to the other. The move had his penis burrowing even harder into the crease of Charlie's buttocks, shocking him with sensation.

Charlie whimpered. He pulled his hand away from his face, curled his arm in close to his body, and shyly pointed down.

A brief, heavy silence followed until Ward asked, “Charlie? Did you come already? There's nothing wrong with that, sweet boy. It happens–”

Charlie shook his head. He pointed again, still shyly but more insistently.

“Oh.” Ward began to pull his hips away. “Maybe he doesn't like my precum on his–”

“ Hhnn! ” Charlie whined, interrupting him. He grabbed Ward again, stopping the man from pulling away, then let out a huff of frustration. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, he pointed more insistently.

Then he signed, In .

Skylar gave a tiny gasp. “I think he wants you inside him.”

Ward's hand tightened on Charlie's hip, and he quietly swore. “Charlie? Is that it? I need to see your face, sweet boy. Please? Permission, remember? Just like with Sky.”

Charlie paused, then slowly turned his head so they could see him. Ward was right. Permission was important. His cheeks felt very hot, but he forced himself not to hide again despite still being confused.

He nodded.

“You want me inside you?” Ward asked.

Charlie nodded again. He glanced up at his Sky, then quickly ducked his head before he could see Skylar's face.

“Hey,” Skylar murmured. “It's okay. I'm glad you want it. Daddy's gonna make you feel so good.”

Ward stroked a hand over Charlie's left buttock, making his whole body tingle all over. “We'll go slow, buddy. Okay? Nice and slow. And if you don't like it, we'll stop. You just say so. Understood?”

Charlie nodded again.

“Okay.” Ward moved away, robbing Charlie of the warmth of his body. Charlie almost whined, but Ward was back a moment later with a bottle of lubricant in hand. “Charlie? I'm going to prep you. I'm going to use my fingers to open you up and help you relax so you can take my dick without pain. Okay?”

Charlie hesitated. Ward was going to put his fingers there ? That sounded yucky. And unsanitary. He must have missed all that the first time they were together, when Ward was inside his Sky there. But then the man's penis brushed against his crease again, and Charlie couldn't stop a moan from escaping him. Towel! he signed. Hurry!

Ward chuckled. “Okay. One sec.”

The man vanished, making Charlie shiver. His buttocks clenched. He already missed the feeling of Ward's penis between them, even if it didn't make any sense. Charlie snuggled into his Sky. His own penis was still buried inside the other boy, hard and aching. Charlie gave an involuntary thrust, but it didn't feel right. Not anymore. Not without Ward there to guide him.

“Okay, here we go,” Ward said, returning to the room. He climbed back up onto the bed and spread a hand towel beside them.

Charlie was about to complain that it had taken longer than one second, but Ward's naked penis brushed along the back of his thigh, driving all thought from his mind. Oh . Charlie shuddered. Why did that feel so good? He snuggled into his Sky and arched his back, tipping his buttocks up impatiently.

Ward chuckled. “Okay, buddy.” He smoothed a hand down Charlie's back, gave his buttock a quick squeeze, then let go to retrieve the bottle.

Charlie covered his eyes, then peeked out from under his hand. He watched as Ward poured some lubricant onto his fingers and rubbed it around, saying he was warming it up. Charlie had to twist his head around to follow Ward's hand as it moved towards his body.

Ward went slowly, resting his wrist at the top of Charlie's buttocks. His slick fingers brushed gently into the crease. Ward spread the lubricant over Charlie's anus, slowly rubbing back and forth several times. “Charlie? I'm gonna start with one finger. If you don't like it, we'll stop. I promise. But let's at least try to see if we can get to your prostate so you can see how it feels, okay?”

Charlie's buttocks clenched, but he forced himself to relax. He nodded.

“Okay.” Ward touched a fingertip to his anus, then slowly pressed inside.

Charlie's whole body clenched up tight. This was wrong. It was backwards. That orifice wasn't meant to allow things in. Just out. But both Ward and Skylar soothed him, touching him, brushing kisses on his naked skin. And Ward's gentle, shallow thrusts were oddly relaxing, despite the wrongness of the location. Charlie felt himself drifting. Easing into it. Letting it happen.

He gasped when a second finger began to enter him. The stretch was familiar, yet backwards. It still felt weird, but also strangely good. Charlie began to settle into the rhythm. This wasn't so bad. It didn't hurt, with Ward being so slow and gentle, but there was definitely no building of arousal.

Until there was.

Charlie sucked in a breath and bucked his hips.

“Oh!” Skylar laughed. “There it is.”

Charlie panted as shocks of pleasure charged through his entire body. Then Ward touched that spot again. “ Hhng! ” Charlie moaned, his hips moving automatically, thrusting into his Sky and then back onto Ward's fingers. He wanted more!

Ward added another finger and kept teasing Charlie with occasional brushes on his prostate. It seemed like forever before the man finally pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the towel, and reached for a condom.

Charlie rocked his hips and whined. He felt so empty. He wanted Ward's penis inside him now .

“Easy, buddy,” Ward murmured as he slicked up the condom with more lubricant. “Daddy's right here.” He got into position behind Charlie and dragged the head of his penis up and down Charlie's crease. “Take a nice, deep breath for me.”

Charlie obeyed, sucking in air. He braced himself, feeling the blunt head of Ward's penis pressing against him. When Ward told him to slowly breathe out and bear down, Charlie did so.

He almost asked to stop. His body felt too full, and the backwardness of it still upset his logic. But then Ward's penis brushed over his prostate, and Charlie lost all sense of time and place. All that remained was sensation. His own penis inside his Sky, and Ward's penis inside him. Their connection was the beginning and end of all things.

Charlie wanted to float in that feeling forever.

He thrust into his Sky, guided by Ward's hands and the man's encouragement. Every reverse thrust had him impaling himself on Ward's penis. He chased after the dual sensations, one after the other, back and forth, until it was so good that he wanted to scream.

“Oh fuck,” Skylar gasped. “Charlie!”

Charlie looked at his Sky. There was heat and need there, the likes of which Charlie had never seen before. And behind him, he heard Ward grunting and cursing, panting heavily, his body trembling with pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Skylar said. “Don't stop. Charlie! Daddy! Jeebus , it's like you're both fucking me and–” He sucked in a breath. “I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!”

“Sky,” Ward moaned. “Charlie!”

Charlie gasped. Ward's penis seemed to grow larger inside him, and Charlie felt it pulsing. A second later, Skylar threw his head back and cried out, his insides clamping down around Charlie. Between the throbbing against his prostate and the tight grip on his penis, Charlie exploded.

He screamed, everything going black and dizzying as pleasure consumed him.

When he finally resurfaced, he found himself draped over his Sky, with Ward blanketing them both, running soothing hands all over his skin.

Charlie burst into tears.

“It's okay, sweet boy,” Ward murmured. “It's okay. I know. Big, loud feelings, huh?”

Charlie barely managed a nod as sobs wracked his body.

“Take your time. We're right here.”

Charlie cried himself out, releasing all the noisy emotions. Slowly but surely, the warmth of their bodies seeped back into his awareness, helping to soothe him. They held him so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't have moved for the world.

It felt too perfect.

“You okay?” Skylar quietly asked.

Charlie nodded.

“If that was too much–”

“ Hhnn .” Charlie shook his head. More! he signed.

“More?” Ward asked.

Skylar chuckled. “Oh yeah?”

“What?”

“He really liked it. Like, he doesn't want more right now, but he's definitely game for a repeat sometime.”

Charlie nodded emphatically.

Ward breathed a laugh and brushed a kiss on his shoulder. “Good,” he murmured. “I'm glad.”

Charlie settled into their embrace and let out a happy sigh.

He couldn't wait to experience all this again.