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It was two hours before Carlisle was supposed to arrive and Charlie was a mess of nerves. He was excited and scared and just a little bit horny if he’s being totally honest.
Charlie had a plan, after he got home from the coffeeshop he made a vow to himself that he would be brave for once and make a move, he wanted Carlisle and he was tired of pretending he didn’t.
It was extremely good timing when Carlisle called because Charlie was actually trying to work up the courage to call him and ask him out when it happened.
Anyway, right now he is attempting to cook him a romantic dinner to show him how he feels, and it’s not going very well.
He wanted to make baked mac and cheese because that was one of his favorites growing up and he figured it couldn’t be too hard to make, apparently he was wrong. The noodles were too mushy and the sauce was too thin and he managed to burn it when he tried to bake it.
Charlie lets out a big sigh as he looks down at the cheesy monstrosity he has made, he’s just gonna order takeout instead.
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Nearly two hours later, perfectly early as always, Carlisle knocks on his door and Charlie hurries to answer it, making sure to smooth down the front of his shirt and push back some stray locks of hair before he opens it.
Carlisle smiles at him when he opens the door and greets him with a hug, which is unexpected but definitely not unwelcomed.
They sit down at the table and start opening the Chinese food Charlie had bought. Carlisle chuckled a bit “is this what you meant when you said you’ll ‘figure something out’?” he asks, gesturing to the take out containers.
Charlie gives a small smile and shakes his head “not exactly, I tried to cook baked mac and cheese but it went really badly, I’m sorry” he says with a small sigh.
Carlisle lays a gentle hand on top of his and gives it a bit of a reassuring squeeze before he speaks. “You have nothing to be sorry about, I don’t care if we’re eating Chinese food or burnt noodles or nothing at all, I just want to spend time with you” he says with a sweet smile.
Charlie is so moved by his words that he just can’t wait any longer, he has to tell him now. “I have feelings for you” he blurts out with a blush high on his cheeks.
Carlisle freezes in his seat “you do?” he asks softly.
Charlie swallows and nods his head because he feels his voice may not work.
Carlisle gets up from his seat, steps forward and grabs his face gently before he kisses him. He cradles his face in his hands and brushes his lips against Charlie’s slowly, wanting to savor this moment as much as possible. However the kiss quickly turns from shy and affectionate to deep and wanting. Charlie opens his mouth first, experimentally pressing his tongue against the seam of Carlisle’s lips just to see what happens. Carlisle is quick to respond, pushing his tongue back against Charlie’s in a warm, wet glide that sends sparks through Charlie’s body. They continue to kiss sloppily, the only noises in the room being the slick sounds of their mouths moving together. They were both starting to get hot under the collar and Carlisle yearned to be closer to Charlie, to feel his body pressed to his.
He pushes his chest up against Charlie’s so their hearts are beating in tandem, so he can feel the small shuddering breaths Charlie takes in between kisses, almost gasping for air. He slides a hand around his waist and up his spine to land in the middle of his shoulder blades and push them closer together, if that was even possible.
It was almost insatiable, the need to be closer, closer, closer. Carlisle’s other hand was resting on Charlie’s hip, thumb moving in long leisurely strokes over his hip bone. He pushes the edge of his fingertips under the button up that Charlie was wearing, seeking the warm, smooth skin of his side so he could glide his fingers over it. As his hand settles into place under Charlie’s shirt he pulls back to make sure this is okay.
“Are you okay with this?” Carlisle asks in a breathy voice right next to Charlie’s ear.
Charlie nods his enthusiastic consent and then clears his throat to say something. “I...I’ve never um, been with a man before” he says hesitantly.
Carlisle’s face softens into a small smile and he brings one of his hands up to stroke Charlie’s cheek right above his beard.
“That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for” Carlisle tells him in a soft, comforting voice.
“I am ready” Charlie says in a surprisingly firm voice “I mean I’m nervous, sure, but I want this” he slides his hands around Carlisle’s waist to hold him close “I want this with you” he tells him in a gentle voice that’s laced with desire.
Carlisle lets out a breath “okay, and you want to go all the way?” he asks hesitantly, resting his hands on the other man's upper arms and stroking them subconsciously. It felt nice to touch him but he didn’t want Charlie to jump into anything and end up regretting it.
“Yes, I know this seems sudden but trust me I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, I guess a part of me always wondered what it would be like, even before I met you” Charlie says with such earnest, such vulnerability that Carlisle just has to kiss him.
“Okay” Carlisle says in between frantic kisses “I want that with you too” he admits. Charlie smiles at this and Carlisle loves the way he can feel his grin against his lips. It’s intimate.
Carlisle pushes both hands under Charlie's shirt and delights in the way he shivers when he skims them up his torso, runs his fingers over his ribs and brushes his thumbs over his nipples. Charlie makes a sound in the back of his throat that almost sounded like a whimper. This is the point where Charlie gets a bit impatient and decides to take matters into his own hands. He tugs at the buttons on Carlisle’s shirt until they come undone, never taking his mouth off of Carlisle’s in the process. Once the shirt is open and hanging loose on his shoulders Charlie easily pushes it off and takes his time admiring Carlisle’s chest and stomach and arms and shoulders and- well everything I suppose. He’s never really been ‘allowed’ to stare at other guys like this before so he’s really trying to soak up the experience.
Charlie is however quickly broken from his revere by Carlisle unbuttoning his shirt as well, although with a lot more focus than he gave to Carlisle’s.
When he looked back up at Charlie he gave him an easy grin “I want to see you too” he said as he kissed his cheek and pushed his shirt off. The combination of Carlisle's words and the open mouth kisses he was trailing down Charlie’s neck, and then over his shoulders, was making his heart skip several beats, this might just give him another heart attack (jk sorry).
Charlie hummed as Carlisle sucked a bruise into the spot where his shoulder and neck met. Charlie had never gotten a hickey before, he’d given plenty but never received any, it hurt, but in a good way, a really good way.
Carlisle trailed the kisses back up his neck until he could stand up straight to face him and speak “think we should move this to the bedroom?” he asked.
Charlie nodded and gripped one of his hands in his own to lead him upstairs. Once they were safely in his bedroom with the door closed Carlisle gently pushes him down on the bed, kneeling between his legs and looming over him. ‘This is a view I could get used to’ Charlie thinks to himself.
Carlisle smooths his hands up Charlie’s thighs until he gets to his belt and starts to unbuckle it. Carlisle stares directly into his eyes as he does it, his gaze heated enough to make Charlie flush from the tips of his ears to his chest.
As Carlisle slides Charlie’s pants and boxers off at the same time he lowers himself so he can trail hot, open mouth kisses down Charlie’s stomach and over his hips and then down to the tops of his thighs, sucking in little bruises here and there as he goes.
It all makes Charlie squirm a little bit. He wants to just grab the back of Carlisle’s head and direct that mouth exactly where he needs it most, but he doesn’t, because he also wants to keep doing this, letting Carlisle take his time and do whatever he wants to him. He likes it more than he thought he would, letting go of control and just having someone take care of him like this, having someone shower him in attention and love instead of having to be the one doing all the giving. He likes feeling cherished.
Charlie is jolted out of his musings by the sensation of Carlisle giving the head of his leaking cock a teasing lick. Charlie groans and throws his head back on the pillow, fisting one of his hands into the sheets at his side.
More small licks and kisses follow, over his shaft and tip and balls and occasionally back to one of his thighs.
Charlie starts to lose track of time due to the sensations. He couldn’t tell you if Carlisle did this for hours or minutes, probably minutes, but it felt more like hours.
Eventually Carlisle starts to go farther, taking him a little bit deeper. He takes the tip into his mouth and sucks languidly, humming while he’s at it. Charlie moans louder this time, trying to stop himself from fucking up into the warm, beautiful wetness of Carlisle’s mouth.
Carlisle’s hands rest on the sides of his thighs as he sucks but now one is snaking up and around to palm Charlie’s asscheek. He kneads the flesh with his fingers as he takes Charlie farther down his throat, about halfway down now. He swirls his tongue around the shaft as his hand steadily inches closer to Charlie’s hole. Charlie lets out a truly desperate sound when Carlisle’s finger finally brushes over his entrance, dry and hot and so good. He doesn’t push in, but he does circle his finger over it in a clockwise motion, similar to how he’s still swirling his tongue, and the combination of sensations leaves Charlie panting.
Suddenly Carlisle pulls off and Charlie has to stop himself from crying at the loss of heat. “Do you have something to use as lube?” he asks and his voice is deliciously scratchy, so much so that Charlie almost misses his question.
“What? Oh yeah, yeah I have something” Charlie says, realizing what Carlisle is thinking.
He shifts over to reach into his bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lube that has already been opened. When Carlisle sees this he quirks his head to the side, clearly questioning if Charlie had already used it.
Charlie goes even redder in the face, avoiding eye contact. “I got curious” he mumbles as an explanation. Carlisle looks surprised but definitely not displeased, in fact a sly smile is slowly growing on his face.
He leans farther into Charlie’s space as he speaks “Oh yeah?” he says “And? How was it?” he asks with a glint in his eye that told Charlie that he was not going to drop this until he talks.
Charlie sighs. “It was, good. Interesting.” he says vaguely.
Carlisle smiles even wider at this. “Yeah? What did you think about while you were doing it?” he asks in a breathless tone, clearly very excited by this conversation topic.
“You know, lots of stuff” Charlies says vaguely again.
“Oh?” Carlisle pushes even more.
Charlie briefly lets himself make eye contact with Carlisle. “You” he says in a whisper before his eye’s dart away again.
Carlisle’s breath gets caught in his chest at the confession. He buries his face in Charlie’s neck and groans. “I want to touch you so badly” he says into Charlie’s skin.
The hot breath ghosting over his neck makes Charlie shiver. “Please” he croaks out in response.
And just like that they’re back in action, Carlisle kisses him quick on the mouth before he slides back down to his spot in between Charlie’s thighs. He pops the cap on the lube and gets some on his fingers before he puts his mouth back to work.
Charlie focuses on the sensations around his dick while Carlisle snakes a hand underneath him to press against his hole again. He pushes in slowly with just his pointer finger, making sure to lave Charlie's member with attention to keep him nice and relaxed.
Once it seems like Charlie is used to the one he pushes in a second finger and scissors them a bit to stretch him. Charlie whines low in his throat as he does it. Then Carlisle pushes in a bit deeper, searching for something. He must find it because the next thing Charlie knows Carlisle is making a sort of jabbing motion upwards and hitting a spot that punches the air out of his lungs. He makes a high keening noise as sparks sizzle just beneath his skin. Carlisle makes a muffled victory sound and does it again, watching with enamor as Charlie sobs with pleasure.
He continues to suck his cock while he fingers Charlie, paying close attention to all of his little noises and movements and the way his breath sometimes catches in his chest when Carlisle skims his teeth ever so gently down his shaft.
Eventually they work up to three fingers and Carlisle taking all of Charlie into his mouth, he probably would have kept going for a while longer but Charlie started making frantic noises and pulling at his hair for him to get off.
When he finally pulls away he takes a good look at Charlie, he’s flushed and panting, hair falling into his face and sweat droplets running down his temple. He looks absolutely gorgeous.
“Was gonna cum” Charlie manages to say through gasps of air.
“Isn’t that the point?” Carlisle responds cheekily.
Charlie shakes his head “I wanna cum on your dick” he says.
And that just about puts Carlisle over the edge, he needs to be inside this man right now. He kisses all over Charlie’s face as he shushes him quietly and runs his hands up and down his sides in long strokes.
“It’s okay baby, you will, I promise” he tells him as he spreads Charlie’s legs wider so they can wrap around his torso. He lines himself up with one hand, the other holding Charlie’s hip. He gives him one last kiss before he pushes inside.
He reminds himself to go slow, very slow, but regardless of the speed Charlie is tight around him. Carlisle groans loudly as he pushes deeper. Charlie puts his arms around Carlisle’s shoulders so he can sink his fingers into his silky hair and hide his face in Carlisle’s neck. Carlisle can feel every little hitch of breath or small gasp against his skin. He forgot how much he loves the feel of someone trembling under him.
Once Carlisle is all the way in, he stills and waits for Charlie to give him the go ahead, stroking his hands up and down his thighs where they rest on his waist as waits. However, it’s not long before Charlie is making desperate little noises against his neck and attempting to push his hips back onto Carlisle.
Carlisle takes this as a sign and starts moving, just sort of rocking in and out of Charlie, slowly at first and gaining speed when Charlie makes a sound of approval and pushes into it.
Carlisle speeds up a bit more and starts to thrust shallowly a few times.
“Yes” he hears Charlie gasp right next to his ear when he goes upwards a bit more. He adjusts their position so Charlie is laying more flat on his back and Carlisle is leaning over him, this gives him a bit more control and he’s able to push in deeper.
He starts up a steady but swift rhythm and bends over to take one of Charlie’s nipples into his mouth. The second he gets his teeth around the nub and bites down a little Charlie is tightening around him and crying out as cum splatters both of their stomachs and chests.
Carlisle groans at the sensation of Charlie cumming on his cock and tries to pull out after the aftershocks have passed but Charlie won’t let him, he intentionally clenches around him and uses one hand on his ass to make sure he won’t move.
Carlisle looks up at Charlie’s face and sees the tears sliding down his face. “Keep going, please” he whispers into the heat between them, and who is Carlisle to deny him what he wants? So he picks his pace back up again, but faster this time. Charlie whines softly as he slams into him over and over again. He holds onto his hips in a tight grip as he gets nearer to the finish line. He finally tips over the edge when Charlie leans up and whispers into his ear “I love you” in his breathy, lust filled voice. Carlisle comes hard, digging his fingernails into Charlie's hips and surely leaving bruises for later, he moans Charlie’s name as he spurts his come inside of him and then collapses, but still careful not to hurt Charlie underneath him.
He rolls off so they are laying side by side on the bed and grabs Charlie’s hand, interlacing their fingers before he brings them to his mouth and kisses the back of Charlie’s hand.
“Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?” Carlisle has to ask.
Charlie gives him a shy look but replies nonetheless, he’s done hiding from his emotions “yes, and I understand if you don’t-” Carlisle interrupts him with a kiss.
“Of course I love you” he says into the kiss, bringing his arms up to wrap around Charlie’s waist and hold him close, paying no mind to the drying cum still on both of them, nothing could ruin this moment.