Charlie POV
I remember the kiss Banks gave me that day at the rink like it was the first kiss we ever shared. It was symbolic in a way, the second beginning of our relationship, as we both start our lives over.
"Move back into the dorms with me?" I ask cupping his cheeks in my hands.
"I have a better idea, let's get an apartment together. We're both working and I've got that trust fund. Charlie, I thin we could do it." Adam replies, breathless from our kisses.
"I love you so much."
"The feelings mutual Spazway." He let his arms fall from around my waist and took my hands.
We skated off the ice in each other's embrace, like we had so many times before, but somehow, that time it was more significant then any other time. My life was changing, spinning out of control, with my mother dating Guy's father, Bombay now married to Ms. McKay, I wasn't playing hockey anymore and the most odd of all I was a recovering alcoholic. The one constant in my life at that time, was my feeling Banks. I never stopped loving him and I could never stop loving him.
He drove back to campus again, this time I didn't hesitate about kissing him before I got out. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, in a silent plea for him to open his mouth. He did, and I swallowed his kisses hungry, until my lips burned and my jaw hurt. When we pulled apart Banksie just stared into my eyes, as did his. The passion and tension was a thick as peanut butter and I could feel the pace of my heart quicken.
"Spend the night with me." I whispered, pulling his keys out of the ignition.
Adam smiled and shook his head.
"You know I'd love to Charlie, but I can't."
"Well you can't get home without these either." I stuffed his keys in the pocket of my jeans and sprinted out of the car.
I could hear his foot steps behind me, across the walkway and up the stairs to my room. I opened my door, shot across the room and threw myself on my bed.
"Alright, give me my keys." Banks laughed standing at the end of my bed with his hands on his hips.
"Nope." I told him with a wicked smirk.
"Come on Charlie, I've gotta get home before my parents send out a search party."
"You want your keys," I jiggled my pocket to make the small metal objects in it jingle. "you'll just have to come get 'em."
He let out an exaggerated sigh and grinned like a fool.
"If I must."
The next thing I know he's straddling my legs fishing around in my pants. Now I've got to tell you, when you've gone as long as I have without even the smallest bit of sexual contact, it was quite fun.
"Hey, careful what you touching in there." I warned, reaching up and putting my hands on either side of his waist.
"You like it and you know it." He declared pulling out his hands and sitting up straighter.
Straighter, maybe not the best term to use when describing him huh? Oh well, he maybe gay, but he's the hottest, sweetest, smartest gay guy I've ever met. Well unless you're into the whole bad boy thing, hen I guess it would have to be one of the Bash Brothers. Not me though, I like my men pretty.
"Adam," I gave him my best pleading eyes. "stay, please."
"Fine Charlie, if it means that much to you." He rolled off of me and wound up beside me on the bed, nuzzling my neck.
I'd like to tell you that, that night we had hours of mind blowing sex, but that would be a lie. We spent the night clinging to one another tightly, cuddling like everyone says men don't. Honestly I think that was better, more intimate. It felt like his arms were meant only to be wrapped around me and his head fit perfectly under my chin. With a love like that, nothing could ever bring me down again.
I remember the kiss Banks gave me that day at the rink like it was the first kiss we ever shared. It was symbolic in a way, the second beginning of our relationship, as we both start our lives over.
"Move back into the dorms with me?" I ask cupping his cheeks in my hands.
"I have a better idea, let's get an apartment together. We're both working and I've got that trust fund. Charlie, I thin we could do it." Adam replies, breathless from our kisses.
"I love you so much."
"The feelings mutual Spazway." He let his arms fall from around my waist and took my hands.
We skated off the ice in each other's embrace, like we had so many times before, but somehow, that time it was more significant then any other time. My life was changing, spinning out of control, with my mother dating Guy's father, Bombay now married to Ms. McKay, I wasn't playing hockey anymore and the most odd of all I was a recovering alcoholic. The one constant in my life at that time, was my feeling Banks. I never stopped loving him and I could never stop loving him.
He drove back to campus again, this time I didn't hesitate about kissing him before I got out. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, in a silent plea for him to open his mouth. He did, and I swallowed his kisses hungry, until my lips burned and my jaw hurt. When we pulled apart Banksie just stared into my eyes, as did his. The passion and tension was a thick as peanut butter and I could feel the pace of my heart quicken.
"Spend the night with me." I whispered, pulling his keys out of the ignition.
Adam smiled and shook his head.
"You know I'd love to Charlie, but I can't."
"Well you can't get home without these either." I stuffed his keys in the pocket of my jeans and sprinted out of the car.
I could hear his foot steps behind me, across the walkway and up the stairs to my room. I opened my door, shot across the room and threw myself on my bed.
"Alright, give me my keys." Banks laughed standing at the end of my bed with his hands on his hips.
"Nope." I told him with a wicked smirk.
"Come on Charlie, I've gotta get home before my parents send out a search party."
"You want your keys," I jiggled my pocket to make the small metal objects in it jingle. "you'll just have to come get 'em."
He let out an exaggerated sigh and grinned like a fool.
"If I must."
The next thing I know he's straddling my legs fishing around in my pants. Now I've got to tell you, when you've gone as long as I have without even the smallest bit of sexual contact, it was quite fun.
"Hey, careful what you touching in there." I warned, reaching up and putting my hands on either side of his waist.
"You like it and you know it." He declared pulling out his hands and sitting up straighter.
Straighter, maybe not the best term to use when describing him huh? Oh well, he maybe gay, but he's the hottest, sweetest, smartest gay guy I've ever met. Well unless you're into the whole bad boy thing, hen I guess it would have to be one of the Bash Brothers. Not me though, I like my men pretty.
"Adam," I gave him my best pleading eyes. "stay, please."
"Fine Charlie, if it means that much to you." He rolled off of me and wound up beside me on the bed, nuzzling my neck.
I'd like to tell you that, that night we had hours of mind blowing sex, but that would be a lie. We spent the night clinging to one another tightly, cuddling like everyone says men don't. Honestly I think that was better, more intimate. It felt like his arms were meant only to be wrapped around me and his head fit perfectly under my chin. With a love like that, nothing could ever bring me down again.