Better Outrun My Gun - part 72
Erik wakes slowly. The light is soft, not too bright. His eyes adjust, focus. He’s back in the bedroom he stayed at above the saloon. Erik shifts slightly, and winces as there’s a twinge of pain in his chest.
“Careful.” Charles is there, adjusting the pillows behind him, helping him to sit up. Erik catches his arm when he starts to step back. Charles looks down at it, waiting.
“You were a fool to go with Shaw.” Erik says hoarsely.
“I believe you mentioned that already.”
“Charles, when will you learn?”
“I had to try.” Charles says quietly.
Erik’s hand tightens on his arm. “If I had lost you…”
He doesn’t imagine the look in Charles’s eyes, he knows he doesn’t. Charles smiles and turns to kneel besides the bed, clasping Erik’s hand in his own. “You haven’t lost me, Erik. And thank providence, I haven’t lost you.”
His kiss is gentle, but Erik’s hand closes on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deeper one.
“You’re still healing.” Charles says breathlessly.
“I know what’ll make me heal faster.” Erik pulls at his lower lip with his teeth. He doesn’t want Charles to leave just yet. If he goes, Erik will be alone with his thoughts. He’s not ready for that.
Charles grins. “Lay back then.”
Erik raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Shhh, if you make any noise, one of the many women will come up and see what’s wrong. Trust me, you don’t want that.”
Erik chuckles, lying back against the pillow. “It’s a good thing I’m naked under there.”
Charles just laughs, as he crawls under the blanket and settles between Erik’s legs. “It does make it easier.” His hands slide down Erik’s thighs as Charles lowers his mouth to breathe over the head of his cock.
Erik shudders lightly as Charles takes him in his mouth. Christ, but the kid has gotten even better at this. Charles takes him further in, stroking at Erik’s balls as he does. Erik shifts his legs slightly, allowing Charles more access. The younger man sinks further back under the sheet, pulling off so that he can mouth wetly at Erik’s balls.
“Charles.” Erik arches up into the heat of the young mouth. His cock is aching for Charles’s mouth to return, but his balls are unwilling to give it up. “Charles, you…”
“I told you to be quiet.” Charles mutters from under the blanket. “You don’t want them coming in here.”
“They all know what we’re doing by now.” Erik points out. “They’re not children, Charles.” He groans even louder as Charles lets his teeth slide teasingly along the underside of his cock. “God, Charles.”
Erik comes with a rush and a shout. If the women didn't know before then, they definitely knew now.
Charles clambers out from under the blanket slowly. “Next time, fair warning…” His face is spattered in Erik’s come.
“Come here.” Erik tugs him up so that he can brush the hair back from Charles’s face. “I like you looking like this.”
“I bet you do.” Charles’s laugh is lost as Erik kisses him.
72...SEVENTY-TWO. This is the longest fic I have written, and this isn't even the end. SOON, but not yet.