It was getting harder to remember things. Important things like his mother's laugh and his class schedule and his girlfriend's touch and what his bedroom at home looked like. At least, those things seemed like they should be important.
The days were all starting to blur together and it was hard to keep track of time. How long had he been here with Peter? A month? Two months? Charley wasn't sure anymore.
But he didn't really mind. Despite what he initially thought, it wasn't bad here with the vampire. Peter took great care of him and gave him all the attention he could ever want. Besides, here he didn't have to worry about school work or college or living up to the expectations of his friends and family. He just had to make Peter happy and everything would be fine.
The vampire's show was done for the season, or so he claimed, and he'd been devoting all of his time to the teen. Charley hardly spent a moment without the vampire. Which was good, since he felt that he would go crazy without Peter's constant company. He was beginning to need Peter like he needed air.
They were currently lounging in bed. Charley wore a T- shirt and a pair of shorts while Peter only wore a pair of black briefs. They had just woken up, and their limbs were tangled together, with Peter being mindful of his cast. Charley would have never guessed that Peter was the kind of guy who liked to cuddle, but damn, did Peter like to cuddle. It reminded him of a cat that he had when he was younger.
Charley guessed that it was around sundown since that's when they usually woke up. It seemed like it'd been a long while since he'd seen sunlight. He wondered if he'd gotten any paler.
He was brought out of his thoughts when Peter started kissing his neck. "What are you thinking about, darling?" the vampire asked as he kissed a trail from Charley's cheek to his shoulder.
"Hey, that tickles!" Charley giggled.
Peter grinned at him before turning them so that Charley was laying on top of him. Peter than deepened his kisses and started to nip at his flesh playfully. "How about now?"
"Hey – enough of that," Charley panted. "Let go. I-I need to use t-the bathroom."
"Hmph. Fine." Peter gently pulled the teen off of him and then reached to get Charley his crutches. "Don't worry, Charley. You should only need this for another month or so."
"Good," Charley said as he made his way to the bathroom, "I miss being able to walk."
"And other things you do with both legs, eh?" Peter called out with a wink. He laughed when he saw the lad blush before shutting the door.
The vampire sighed and stretched out on his bed. He grabbed a pillow and brought it to his face. He smiled as he inhaled its smell. It smelled like a mix between him and his Charley. It was wonderful.
These past few months had been great. Charley filled a gap in his life that no one else had ever been able to. The lad made him feel so – so – so needed. It was nice to have someone to look after. And he knew that Charley didn't give a rat's ass about his job or his money. True, he was only recently just starting to care about Peter himself, but hey.
He knew that a good part of this newfound affection between them was the blood drinking. Peter had taken to feeding off Charley once a week in small amounts. Charley had been against it at first. He said that it was painful and it made him weak. But after awhile it stopped hurting and he learned to rely on Peter.
He felt a bit sad when he saw the glazed look that appeared in Charley's eyes sometimes. He had wanted the teen to care for him out of his free will, but that hadn't happened. It was one of the reasons he hadn't tried to sleep with the kid yet. He wanted to look at those blue eyes and have them clear as the day he hardly saw. Well, he was trying to hold out, anyway. Charley was getting to be nearly irresistible.
He sat up when Charley reemerged from the bathroom. "I'm hungry," the teen stated.
"You're always hungry," Peter grumbled. "How about we go out to eat? I'm sure you're tired of mine and Ginger's shitty cooking."
"Yeeeah," Charley admitted as he sat down next to the older man.
"Damn brat!" Peter said in a faux-hurt voice. "You're supposed to say that it isn't that bad."
"Well that'd just be a lie," Charley laughed.
"Why you-" Peter playfully shoved the lad down on the bed. He then walked to the closet to fetch them some clothes. He dressed himself in a long-sleeved black silk shirt and a pair of jeans before searching for an Charley's outfit. He settled on a pair of gray jeans and a white button-down shirt. He also grabbed a think black jacket. It was beginning to get chilly at night.
Charley took off his shirt while Peter pulled off his shorts. He was used to the vampire helping him dress by now. Peter lifted up the shirt and then paused. The sight of his half-naked captive was suddenly captivating. Moonlight was coming in through a crack in the curtains and was illuminating Charley's white skin. It was so soft and touchable and...bit-able. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and running a hand down the teen's side.
Charley didn't protest. If anything, he seemed to welcome Peter's touch. He hummed in pleasure as Peter started rubbing all over his torso.
The magician suddenly stilled as he felt himself start to harden. He needed to stop before he did something rash. "You can dress yourself, right?" he breathed as he turned for the door. "Meet me in the living room."
Peter hurried out of the bedroom and sat heavily on the couch. He breathed a sigh of relief as he ran a hand through his hair. Damn, he was beginning to lose control. The vampire knew he had to be careful, lest he end up hurting Charley. He wondered if he had enough time to jack-off, but decided against it. Who knew how long Charley would be? He needed to calm himself. He was looking forward to the cool night air. Hopefully it would help soothe these urges. After taking a few deep breaths and thinking about Ginger's grandmother (he still had no idea why she showed him that picture), he managed to ease the pressure in his trousers.
Just in time, too. Charley came hobbling into the room soon after. Peter smiled at the sight of him. The lad looked great in the outfit he picked out.
"So where are we going?" Charley asked.
"Hm, I don't know," Peter answered. "How about we just walk around 'til we find a place?"
Charley raised his eyebrows and gestured to his crutches.
"Oh, right." Peter rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well, there are plenty of places around here. Let's just stop at the closest one."
"Sounds fine," Charley said with a shrug.
They walked to the elevator with Peter's hand on Charley's shoulder. Not that he was afraid his captive would runaway, but he liked touching him and it let people know that the lad was his. On the way to the lobby, Peter pressed little kisses on Charley's cheek, which made him giggle.
The people in the hotel were used to seeing them together. They were mostly just ignored, as Peter tended to glare at whoever gave them an odd look. They made their way outside as fast as they could. Peter was halfway tempted to just carry Charley around. He hated moving slow.
It was a Friday night, so the streets were crowded. But people naturally made way for Peter Vincent. Even without his stage get up, most people were still able to recognize him. He was once told he was notorious for wearing black clothing in public, and his face was plastered all across the city.
Peter led them to some nearby place. It looked packed, which was good since he didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. He was still a bit nervous about bringing Charley out in the open – but really, what could happen? He had most people in the area under his thumb, anyway.
The waitress a a pretty young thing who was more than eager to wait on the celebrity and his cute date. Hmm, must be one of those girls...
He couldn't help but give her a flirtatious smile while he ordered a Midori and Charley got a burger. Really, the kid needed to broaden his horizons.
It was a good ting he had been feeding often. The restaurant was packed with young people whose hearts were pumping fast with excitement and lust. If he didn't have Charley with him, he would be tempted to pick up the waitress for a night of food and fun.
"This place is nice," Charley commented.
"Only because you're here," Peter said with a wink.
"Shut up," Charley said with a laugh. "That was lame."
Peter laughed with him and looked around the room. Everyone seemed absorbed in their own business. So Peter was confident they wouldn't be bothered when he reached and took hold of Charley's hand, making sure to entwine their fingers.
"Peter-" Charley started. He was never comfortable touching the vampire on the few occasions that they were out together.
"It's fine, love," Peter insisted as he tightened his grip.
Charley sighed in resignation and turned to look around again. Peter huffed at that. He wanted the teen's attention on him and him alone. When Charley's eyes suddenly widened, he went to follow his gaze. Charley was staring at the people a few tables over. There was a strong looking man with black hair, a blond girl, and...holy shit! It was those two boys that Charley first came here with.
Charley opened is mouth, obviously to call out to them, but Peter quickly covered it with his free hand. "Don't you fucking dare!" the vampire hissed.
He was filled with anger and dismay when he saw something in his captive's eyes that he hadn't seen in a good while. Defiance.
Charley tried to pry Peter's hands off but the older man's grip was like iron. His cry of "let go!" was muffled. But it was enough to get some attention. The neighboring tables, including the one that held his friend sand mom's boyfriend, were staring at them.
Amy immediately stood and pointed at them. "There he is! There's Charley!"
The rest of her company also left their seats and began to make their way over to them.
"Shit!" Peter cried. Lightning fast, he flipped over the closest table to create a diversion and obstacle. He then threw Charley over his shoulder and gathered his crutches before bolting outside. Damn, the night had been going so well, too.
He made sure to stay in the shadows as he ran back to his hotel. He ignored Charley's muffled cries and swears at him. Again, damn. He thought they were passed this. It was unavoidable to receive stares as he ran back to the elevator. Oh, well. He could always tell them that Charley hurt himself again or something.
He carried them back to the bedroom and (gently) dumped Charley on the bed. Of course, the teen was angry at him.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Charley cried.
"We've been over this, love," Peter sooted. He tried to stay as calm as he could. "You don't need to talk to those people anymore."
"Those were my friends! I have every damn right to talk to them!" Charley snapped.
"You haven't spoken to them in months. They obviously don't care about you," Peter snapped back.
"But they recognized me! They wanted to see me," Charley insisted.
Peter groaned in frustration. He was not in the mood for this. He put his hands on the teen's shoulders and gazed into his eyes. The haze once again appeared in the teen's eyes and his body relaxed. "Listen, Charley. You don't need to worry about them. I'm all you need, remember? People like them...they'll just leave you. But I'll always be here."
"...R-Right," Charley said with a frown. He looked like a child who was struggling to stay awake.
"Good." Peter leaned down to give him a kiss. "Now how about we get you some pizza or Chinese or whatever? I'm sure you're starving."
"Yeah," Charley murmured, staring into the distance. "Sounds great."
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Sorry this took so long. I was busy with school, and writer's block...and laziness. But I promise that I will finish this story. Thank you for your patience!