Author: The Magic Rat
Warnings: M/M lovings, but you expected that.
Word Count: 641
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Summary: Charles thinks about his new relationship.
Charles really wasn’t sure what he was thinking, or feeling. The part of him that had graduated from exclusive private schools, prestigious universities, and had walked away with every academic accolade available thought this was a very bad idea. The man on top of him was barely literate, could hardly make himself understood, had once drunk bleach, and had taken yoga classes in order to learn how to perform oral sex on himself. For crying out loud what the hell was he doing having sex with him, slumming?
On the other hand, the part of Charles that was just another guy really liked the big oaf a lot. Nathan was utterly without guile, or malice. True he was shockingly juvenile at times, but he wasn’t mean or underhanded. He didn’t have a thousand schemes in play, all designed to spread harm and take what he was not entitled to. He just was what he was; a big happy lummox, content to eat chips and write songs and go with the flow. He wasn’t bright and he knew it, but he had a huge heart, and he was capable of a level of caring and concern that touched Charles. His own family had been cold and aloof, and a little boy who was glad to see his daddy at the end of the day was to be reprimanded for being weak. Nathan thought nothing of travelling thousands of miles to help one of his band-mates, even if it was actually the last thing he wanted to do. But they were his family, and he loved them. And that was really attractive to Charles. He knew that whatever Nathan’s short comings were, there was nothing that Nathan would not do to keep him happy, and all he asked was a little understanding in return.
Charles had dated men with more intelligence, higher educations, more eloquent vocabularies, but he’d never dated a man who made him feel cherished.
“You’ve gone all still and quiet. That’s usually a bad thing during sex.”
“Sorry. I was thinking.”
“Oh yeah?” Nathan lowered his head and kissed him softly. “Then I’m not trying hard enough.”
Charles gasped softly as Nathan thrust harder and deeper, and he wrapped his arms around his neck as Nathan growled and bit, then made a startled sound as that enormous dick probed deeper.
“Ah-ah!” Charles pressed his face against Nathan's neck, shivering. “Mm-hmm! Ooh... That's... nice.”
Nathan growled quietly, nipping his neck, then kissed him, his breathing becoming ragged. "Never thought.... you'd let me touch you."
Charles grinned shakily, his face becoming flushed. “You proved surpris- oh... surprisingly hard to resist.”
Nathan then eerily echoed Charles' own thoughts. "I thought you'd think I was too much of a loser. I mean you're all educated and.... stuff."
Charles felt a brief rush of shame, wondering if Nathan had somehow picked up on his feelings. “You're not a loser, Nathan. And... education isn't everything.”
Nathan made a quite 'hrumph'. "It is when you spell your own name E-K-S-P-L-O-S-H-U-N in grade eight." He kissed him. "I'm totally not worthy of you. And you know it. But you love me anyway. That makes you the most awesome human being on the planet."
Charles held him closer, drawing his legs up higher. “Nate, you're the sweetest man I've ever known. And the most talented. And the most attractive. I'm lucky to be wi- OH!”
Nathan grinned. "Then maybe I just better shut up and get busy at making you happy."
Charles moaned softly in pleasure. “Ohh, I'm happy. I'm getting very happy.”
Charles closed his eyes and just concentrated on the feel of the large man on top of him. Maybe some things didn’t have to be analyzed. Maybe sometimes it was just best to accept things as they were.