Charlie grunted as he lay in a pool of his own sweat, his eyes focused on Santana who had crawled on top of him and was reaching towards his box of condoms. Her elbow digging into his side as she shook the box and scowled at him. "I've been busy." He had been busy, Santana hadn't really given him much time to recuperate, and it was the beginning of the busy season at work, so he'd been swamped with repairs while also helping the crew out when it was required. He was exhausted and he was now a hundred percent sure that Santana was a succubus. He had spent a small fortune on condoms. "Do you know how expensive condoms are?"

"No," Santana responds with a roll of her eyes. He was the one that insisted on them, she was perfectly okay with going raw. She tosses the box back onto his nightstand and turns her attention to him reaching to touch his face and run her fingers along his jaw, feeling the scruff. "You know you don't need to keep buying them, right?"

Charlie grunted in response. He was attempting to be nicer, and he wasn't sure how to say he didn't want to feel a burning sensation when he took a piss. It wasn't that he thought Santana had something, but he didn't know if she was sleeping with anyone else on the side. That and he really didn't want a child right now. "I'll pick up a pack later tonight when I go grocery shopping for the trip tomorrow." He says finally.

Santana frowned and paused before pushing herself up into a sitting position so she could look at him directly. She pokes him in the chest, "If you're so worried about the damn condoms, maybe you shouldn't have forgotten to buy them."

"You're free to pick some more up, or at least contribute to the fund. Every time you stop by for a ride you put a dollar in the condom jar."

"Wow, I would think that gigolos would charge more for that. The cougars must love you." Santana mocks and runs her fingers along his abs. She flicks her eyes to his hardening member the stamina that he displayed and the staying power—she was certainly game for a few more rounds, and she wasn't going to let his hang-up about condoms stop her.

Charlie scowled at the comment and tried to wriggle away from Santana, batting her hand away. She was going to try and seduce him and she was rather good at it. He didn't want to give her another chance to mess with his mind. "You know you wouldn't be able to afford me."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Please, you know I would never have to pay for you." She reaches for him again and scowls when he smacks her hand again. "Seriously. Most guys would kill for a girl like me."

"I'm not most guys."

"Clearly." Santana scowls at him and frowns slightly. "What's your deal? I mean I thought guys hated condoms. Is that like—the only way you can get off?"

"Condoms are horrible, it's like putting on a glove for your dick and they smell disgusting. I hate the smell of latex." Charlie grunted. "But, this is just fun. It's not like we're exclusive and I really don't want to take a piss and have it burn or whatever or get like blisters on my dick."

"You think I'm going to all the effort of putting up with your sunny disposition just to turn around and fuck Johnny Quarterback?" She rolls her eyes. Truthfully, she'd been in a little bit of a slump, but Charlie didn't have to know that. He was generally always there when she showed up for a quickie so she hadn't really thought anything of it. "Besides didn't I inform you that you'd been upgraded to my boyfriend?"

Charlie furrows his brow. He had thought she was joking. "But you don't even really like me."

Santana shrugged. He didn't seem to care about impressing her father, or her parents. Then again judging from his expression, he had probably not taken her seriously when she had announced it. She had only asked him to help her with Brittany. But him being her boyfriend for the summer wouldn't be that bad. He was an asshole, but as assholes went, he wasn't that bad. He had his moments when he was pleasant, he really did need to smile more. "I don't really like most of my boyfriends—or girlfriends for that matter. On the plus side you at least know how to get me off, so you're already leagues ahead of them. I mean apart from the fact that you're an asshole, and a grumpy fuck most of the time."

"I see."

Santana groaned, she knew that look on his face. "Are you going to throw me out again?"

Charlie snorted and looked at Santana an amused smile on his face. "You complain about me being a grumpy fuck? You don't like most people either."

Santana flushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I like people. Brittany's really nice and—" Santana frowns slightly and smacks Charlie on the chest when he laughs. She hated it when people laughed at her. "Well it's not like you like me either, doesn't stop you from fucking me every day."

"True," Charlie concedes after a moment. "Look, since we don't like each other. I think we should have some ground rules."

"Fine, you need to stop being such an asshole all the time."

Charlie chose not to dignify that with a direct response. "If you find Johnny Quarterback and you fuck him, that's fine. But tell me not because I get off on it so I can go back to using condoms. And the moment that this isn't fun anymore for either of us we can stop it. No hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings," Santana agrees. She didn't even really like him, and he really was just a very hot concubine that she planned to use for the rest of the summer. The moment that she went to Yale, it would be the last time she saw him. "But you know, since you're my boyfriend now—you really should work on being nicer to me."

This time it was Charlie that rolled his eyes, Santana wasn't like his other girlfriends. She was bossy and pushy and she really needed to stop using his room as a storage. "No."

"What do you mean no?" Santana snaps at him making a face.

"I mean no. I thought we just established that I really don't like you," Charlie reminds her shifting his weight so he had a better angle to pounce. It had been a while since he'd fucked a girl without a condom.

Santana eyed his growing member and arches her brow. It definitely didn't appear that his dick had gotten the memo, then. "There's some part of you that must like me."

Charlie scoffs. "It acts that way with all pretty girls." Really, he should be annoyed that Santana had managed to get under his skin but he wasn't. Santana was wittier than she had any right to be and her body was something Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted himself. She had the ego the size of a small planet, though so he'd never admit that out loud.

"So, you admit I'm pretty."

Charlie shrugged, he definitely wasn't going to repeat that. "Also acts that way around the girls that really want my cum. So, I mean—"

Santana scowled at this, "Please, I just need a warm body beneath me—"

"Or on top of you, or behind you," Charlie corrects placing his hand on her thigh and slowly moving it upward.

"Please, you're not that good—just a warm body." Santana bucks her hips when he finally goes for gold, touching her. She was sure it was the callouses on his hands that made his touch feel so damn good. "And a half-way decent lay—" Santana's mouth slams her mouth shut as the last words uttered out of her mouth came out as more of a moan. Seeing on the smirk on his face was humiliating. Like he had won something, he hadn't won anything at all.

"Say that again? I didn't hear you," Charlie snarked at her as he moves his hand and grips Santana's waist pulling her on top of him.

"Fuck you," Santana grumbles.

"Pretty sure that's what's what you're about to do," Charlie responds with a smirk, his fingers finding Santana's pussy again as he feels her wetness. She was already wet, but he wanted her on the brink before he slid into her. He wanted her just a bit desperate for him, even if Santana was calling him her boyfriend, he knew it wasn't really real. Santana thought he was just a dumb mechanic who was decent in the sack. She hadn't even asked for his last name, which was fine it meant that he didn't have to lie. He works his fingers, slowly working her clit, she was sensitive to it, and he sort of enjoyed the fact that she was struggling to keep her pleasure to herself not wanting to give him the satisfaction, or perhaps she didn't want to be easy. Either way he didn't mind having to work for it every once in awhile. He continues to tease her clit, before determining that she was wet enough to slip a finger, which he does, slipping past her wet folds and working it in with ease. He curls his fingers immediately finding her g-spot with accuracy. They had done this before and he was observant. He knew just the actions to get Santana enough, what she liked and how she liked it. He applies a bit more pressure and—

"Fuck," Santana moans, cursing inwardly at the fact that she managed to give in so easily but he knew what he was doing he always seemed to. It made her curious to know if he was just an idiot savant when it came to getting women off, or if he had been with quite a few women. The thought makes her jealous for only a moment as she feels him slowly sliding another finger inside her as he goes back to his steady rhythm. If she ever found out who his ex-girlfriends and lovers were, she was sending them a fruit basket. They had taught him well. Or maybe this was just a result of working on machines all day and if that was the case he could work on her any time he wanted.

It doesn't take long before Santana's body is shaking and tensing, he knows the signs now that she's about to orgasm, and he's realized that it doesn't quite take her long. She was wonderfully sensitive, and he planned to use that to his advantage as he pulls his fingers out right before she cums, causing her to groan in frustration and glare at him. It's a look that would probably terrify lesser people, but he smirks at her and lays back on his bed. "Since you want my cum so bad," he shrugs simply and nods towards his dick.

Santana glares at him, it was her best glare but he just waits patiently. If she wasn't so fucking horny and on the verge of having an orgasm she'd walk out after murdering him with his pillow. It's an internal debate he was sure of himself and he was good at what he did, worse he knew he was good at what he did. What made this whole thing rather unbearable was that his attitude turned her on even more, made her want him that much more. She was so used to having to bark orders out and having him take charge—the little bit of humiliation just added fuel to the fire. She shifts her body and reaches down to grab the base of his dick holding it steady for herself she flicks him a gaze and shudders a bit when he looks back at her his eyes filled with that dark lust. It's probably the reason she decides there's no point in delaying the inevitable and she slides onto his dick with one movement, groaning as it stretches her out and fills her completely. The action is almost enough to make her orgasm, almost, but she begins to ride him slowly at first, trying to find her rhythm, but it doesn't take her long till she finds that pace and begins to go fast and hard, tilting her head back as she moans.

As far as he was concerned she was absolutely stunning like this, watching her breasts move and shake with each movement, seeing the absolute pleasure on her face, hearing the moans and the sound of flesh against flesh—throw in the fact that Santana's pussy was tight and had wrapped around his dick, creating the perfect sensations and it was almost too much for him, he wanted to move his own hips to push the pace a bit but instead he reaches and begins to play with her clit again, grinning when her breath catches and she lets out a little mewl of pleasure. It was a new sound and judging from how Santana had clamped down on his dick just then—he was most definitely going to explore it. He continues to play with her clit, applying a bit more pressure but when her hips suddenly buck forward and he reacts by pinching down a bit to hard, he winces and looks up to immediately apologize only to notice that Santana had tilted her head back and let out a loud pleased moan that echoed in his room and he blinked. "Shit—" Charlie groans loudly as Santana's pussy clamps down hard as her body vibrates hard and she begins to shake. It doesn't take long before she's orgasming hard on his dick and he can't help himself, it feels so good that sensation, and he can actually feel it—feel the walls clamping down on him, the spasming and it sends him over the edge as well.

Santana's eyes widen as she feels his dick twitch inside her and the sudden feeling of his cum filling her, and she shivers before looking at him. It was weirdly intimate after all the times he had used a condom, perhaps far too intimate an action because the moment he looks at her at that exact same moment and she knows he feels it too. It doesn't change anything as she leans in to kiss him, it feels a bit different this time, but she's not worried. He was still very much an asshole, and she knew where she stood to him. He didn't like her and she was never going to like him.

~?~

"Okay Brittany let me get this straight, Santana's your new best friend?" Mike asked as he helped packed the sandwiches.

"Yep." Brittany says cheerfully as she packs what she planned to wear for tomorrow's trip. The best thing about this was that Charlie couldn't tell her to cover up, because he was pretending not to be related to her. Normally such an action would hurt her feelings, but it meant that she got to have plenty of fun without Chuck interfering in her life and attempting to act like the big brother. Which meant that she got to have as much fun with Santana as possible and it was awesome, Santana took her places and they went to see movies together and she didn't even think she was weird that she really liked Lilo and Stitch and the Lion King.

"Who is dating your brother but she doesn't know that Charlie's your brother?"

"Yep, and you can't tell her either. Charlie's like super weird about his girlfriends, he wants them to like him because of him and not because he's a Fabray," Brittany shrugged. "But it's a good thing, because it means that he can't push you off his boat just because you're dating me."

"Right—wait—what?" Mike's head snaps towards Brittany his eyes wide.

"I'm joking. Frannie is the one who would push you off the boat, Lucas might as well, I don't think Chuck cares. That's why he's my favorite." Brittany hums mostly to herself. She yawns, it was really too early to be up but she was super excited to see the dolphins today. Santana had told them to be there by six-thirty in the morning because Charlie was super anal about time and stuff but she knew her brother wouldn't leave without her.

"I thought Lucas was your favorite?" Mike scratched his head, there were four of them and he hadn't met anyone from the family yet, and he was eager to make a good impression. He wasn't even sure if they knew he existed and even though he had been to her place it's not like her parents had really acknowledged his existence. As far as they were probably concerned he was just the poor sap who Brittany had made take her to prom.

Brittany grins at Mike, "You're my favorite person in the entire world right now, but when it comes to my brothers and sister, it changes depending on who is being mean to me the most. I can't believe Lucas fired me because I can do his job better than he can, and Frannie's always mean to me. But she's mean to everyone, she's just mean to me less. Chuck is Chuck, he's grumpy most of the time but he would play with me even when he didn't want to. So, he's my favorite right now, plus he's taking me out to see dolphins."

"And he's not throwing me, overboard right?"

"Right, oh and if you ask he might be able to get you a job at his yacht place which means you can come see me more often."

"You want me to work for your brother?"

"I want you to be up here with me, all the time. We can go out on boats together and work together even if you're on the crew and I'm catering, it'd be fun." Brittany offers moving towards the kitchen so she could kiss him. She's about to when there's a loud knock on the door and she looks up to Santana waving at her. She grins and waves back and motions for her to come in.

Santana rolled her eyes as she stepped inside. "He's making me come get you because according to him you're late and he wants to cast off. Even though he's still doing his weird boat check to make sure everything is ready to go. So, he told me to tell you that he's leaving in five minutes, even though he's probably not." Santana grumbled rubbing her hands together to keep warm.

"Fine we'll be there in a minute," Brittany says with a shake of her head, trying not to smile. Santana was probably a good fit for Chuck, but she had yet to see them interact. Santana generally disappeared to go and have sex with her brother every chance that she could. It was the only reason she hadn't stopped by to make Charlie make her food.

Santana nods and slips back out heading up the boarding ramp and landing on the deck. She's about to make her way back to Charlie's yacht when her phone goes off and she sighs glancing at the name before answering the call. "Papi?"

'Mija. You've been gone a lot. I'm assuming you have found a boy to waste your time with?'

Santana rolls her eyes. Of course, he was going to bust her ass for that. If she were waiting around at their summer home he would be bitching about her being too lazy. "Well I got a job, so—"

'With the Fabray girl. You're being a good influence on her, right? I don't know if I can impress on you the importance of—"

"Papi, relax. Brittany's my friend."

'I'd like to meet her. And this boy. We'll be having dinner at Lucianda's. You will bring them both at seven.'

"What?"

'You know the rules. I am to meet all of the idiots you call boyfriends.'

"Why don't I save us the time and say we both know you won't approve—and you've already met him."

'The boy from the boat store? Santana—'

"He helped me get the job, he put in a good word for me and everything," Santana interrupts this was not going to go well if her father thought that Charlie was nothing more than a mechanic. He had a tendency to put down everyone she dated in humiliating fashion. And those that did stick around basically ended up kissing her dad's ass instead of hers. It was irritating and she wasn't willing to give up the sex that they had just yet.

'I'm sure he'll make some other non-college educated woman happy.' Her dad sighs with that air of superiority that drove her insane. 'He's probably in massive debt, Santana he can't even afford a proper house.'

"I'm not asking him to marry me tomorrow so I can be barefoot and pregnant while I wait for him to come home from the factory."

'Lucianda's. Seven. You know I don't like to be kept waiting and your abuela will be there as well.'

Santana's about to argue they have plans today but her father hangs up on her and she scowls, she didn't know how to play this. Brittany had been looking forward to this day for the past two weeks and Charlie had even put his damn fishing rod out and was mumbling about bait and tuna and being weird. They had gotten back around eight last time, which didn't bode well for them. She bites her lip trying to debate what to do, once her dad ran Charlie through the ringer things would change. They always did.

"Santana, did you tell them?" Charlie calls holding his clipboard.

"Tell them what?" She asked, intentionally playing dumb to give herself more time to come up with what she was going to say.

Charlie eyed her carefully. "Brittany, this boyfriend of hers did you tell them that we're leaving in three minutes?"

"Are we actually leaving in three minutes or are you just saying that to get them to haul ass?" Santana asks trying to buy time.

Charlie made a face, "Did you catch them having sex or something? Because you're acting weird. I brought out my good rod—don't you dare make a sex joke about it."

"No—no—how would you feel about going to Lucianda's tonight? My treat?" Santana asks.

Charlie frowned—this sounded like a date. "Well it's about time you buy me dinner," he said with a shrug.

Santana blinked, "Okay well we should be there by seven—"

Charlie shrugs again. "We'll be back then if we can leave now." Charlie shouts at Brittany's houseboat.

Santana watched for a moment feeling really bad for not being completely truthful, but she just wanted to enjoy this day before her family ruined everything. Hopefully with Brittany being there it wouldn't be so bad.