Hello! Little note from the author here, before we get going! I'm really sorry it's been so long since the last entry. You guys have been more than kind in supporting me in this process. Finally! A new chapter for you to sink your teeth in to. I'll try and make it as long and juicy as possible. I'll also be writing quite a bit in the next three weeks whether it's for this story or something else so stay tuned for that. This will be the only announcement. Happy Hunger Games and May the odds be ever in your favor.
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Charlie's POV:
I sit down in front of my camera for the 5th time today. "Just do it, Charlie, I mutter to myself. "Just do it".
I turn the camera on and stare at it for a few seconds before I speak.
"Hello. I'm just a little nervous today because I have a … something that I need to tell you… I have a secret, basically, that I've been keeping from you for quite a while… It is going to change the way you perceive me for, you know, ever, but I think that we have known each other for a while now and we are at the stage in our relationship where I.. I just have to be honest with you…"
I pause for quite a while. I start thinking of all the ways I could tell them with out really telling them. I could cover it up. Come out of the closet as something else… A robot. It would make so much sense. My monotone, my jump cut style, I could make a whole video about it. Explain to Alex, I flaked out, he would understand, especially since I got a good video idea out of it.
I pull out a pad of paper and begin to storyboard. After a few hours of brain storm action, some Alex action, and a snack, I turn on the camera, and start again, with new found confidence.
"Hello. I'm just a little nervous today because I have a something, that I need to tell you. I have a secret, basically, that I've been keeping from you for quite a while. It is going to change the way you perceive me for, you know, ever, but I think that we have known each other for a while now and we are at the stage in our relationship where I.. I just have to be honest with you. Well that and I really don't have any choice in the matter to be honest. In fact I don't really have any notions about what choice really is. I just do what I'm told. Busily… I am… And have always been…. A robot".
I turn off the camera and load in the footage to Mr. Shiny. Once it's loaded I pull it in to Final Cut and take a look at them. The first four clips are of me seriously coming out of the closet. I watch them with intent as I choke out the word "Homosexual" or "gay" in each one. I go on to explain how I'm proud, or confused, or terrified. It's hard. It's really hard. Men can live all their lives, knowing, and never tell a soul, especially not their wives and children. Suddenly, an idea hits me.
I spend hours editing, the glowing screen of my monitor illuminating my face. I constantly watch my new creation form, changing small things until it is up to par. My true coming out story. A raw and beautiful piece of work with real emotion. Maybe one of the best videos to ever see the light of my channel but never to be viewed by its subscribers.
I send it to You tube as a private video. That's when I really knew who I was doing this for. Me. This is who I am. Who cares who knows, as long as I do?
I showed it to Alex later.
"I'm really proud of you, Charlie," he says to me, his hand resting on my back, "this is the first step".
"I couldn't have done it without you," I say, turning around in my chair to face him.
He is crouched over me like a cave. I Wrap my arms around his waist as I stand, drawing my body closer to his. He holds me and kisses the top of my head.
"It's just about time for bed, Charlie. It's getting late and you've been working really hard today".
I pull away so he can see my grin.
"I'm not quite ready to go to sleep yet. Plus I've been sitting down all day, I need some exercise".
"Oh," Alex replies, eyebrows raised, catching my innuendo.
I sit down on the bed, pulling him to me. He straddles my legs. I pull off his tee-shirt in one quick movement. He returns the favor, shortly; we spend a few seconds just to admire the shirtless bodies in front of ourselves. Now his lips are on mine, smooth and gentle. My fingers find their way to the crook of his spine, pulling him closer to me. I begin to lie back on the bed as Alex pulls himself on top of me. His light and gentle kisses proceed down my neck and chest. My breath becomes short. His lips travel so lightly, barely leaving my skin before meeting it again in a gentle kiss. By the time he reaches the line of my trousers, I am blinded with lust. My fingers tangle in to his hair, begging his mouth to touch my cock.
His long fingers work delicately as he undoes the buttons on my jeans. He pulls them off in one great motion, discarding them to the floor. When he returns, he is full on me, again, his lips on mine. As good of a kisser, as he was, I couldn't help wishing they were somewhere else.
Alex proceeds to lightly nibble on my earlobe.
"Do you want to try something new?" The words escape his lips in little more then a whisper.
I couldn't help a small whimper as his seductive tone reached straight for my groin.
"Try me," I finally managed to spit out.
Alex became visibly more aggressive, his eyes hungry. His lips met with my skin, again, this time, joined by teeth. I can feel a small bruise forming on my shoulder. His nails rake down my sides, his fingers curling around my hips. He proceeds to flip me over. A sudden twinge of fear runs through my spine.
I don't feel the warmth of his skin against mine. All I hear is a rustling of fabric, then his cold fingers removing my boxer-briefs. In one quick movement his lips are at my ear again.
"It's my first time, so I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'll try to be gentle".
There is some more rustling and then footsteps. I roll over to see an empty room.
"That was fast," I retort, sarcastically.
Alex returns shortly, holding a small bottle.
"Sorry about that. You caught me off guard. I didn't come prepared".
I stand up in front of him, "Oh yeah? Are you prepared for this?"
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself up and mounting at his waist, skin contact was slightly uncomfortable but I was shortly distracted by a wrestling match with Alex's tongue. We kissed with primal passion, our hands, groping at each other trying to draw each other closer. Eventually, we toppled to the bed.
Our hands still grasped at each the hungrily. Alex stopped for a moment, fiddling with the small bottle that had gotten lost some time ago. My hips buckled as his fingers entered me. My entire body tensed, first with pain, then with pleasure. His fingers slide back and forth, in and out, inside of me. A scream escapes me lips when he enters me with his own cock. So much pain mixed with sweet and salty pleasure. It felt good more than it felt bad. He glided in and out of me, slowly and gently, each movement, joined by a noise escaping my mouth. The pillow in my face was wet from sweat and tears. My screams were still loud enough to disturb the neighbors. I tried to be quieter but with every pounding motion of Alex's penis, a new wave a pain and pleasure induced a loud moan to escape me. Alex's grunts and moans harmonized with mine.
"Charlie, I can't hold on much longer," He panted.
The growing pressure in my groin told me the same thing. All I could do was gasp in return.
I arch my back in to him. His thrusts become faster and deeper, each time, his ball hitting my butt cheeks. My moans are no longer controllable. I burry my face in the pillow in front of me, my high pitched squeals far from dignified. I feel Alex's cum fill up with in me. The sensation is so great. My own seed spills out on to the sheets below me. Alex's limp body collapses on top of mine. Our breath is heavy and quick.
He takes a moment before rolling off of me, on to his back. I look at him, bathing in afterglow. His body shines with sweat, his chest heaving up in down with his slowing breath. His lips are red and swollen, His eyelids are heavy, his hair a tangled mess. The sight of him makes me want to go all over again.
He catches me staring at him, "What?"
"You're so beautiful," I answer him.
I can't take my eyes off of his naked body.
He hmmphed in way of answer, folding over to pull me in towards his chest. We stayed that way for quite a while, just holding each other, enjoyed the fond memories of the events that have just occurred. I don't know how long I lay there, listening to Alex's heart beat, before I fell asleep. I woke up to the same sight of Alex, no peacefully asleep. I smiled at the sight, watching for a little while before getting up. My body creaks with stiffness. My limbs are sore. I find quite a few surprise bruises as I wash my body in the shower. I cherish them, knowing the memories that come with them. We probably won't be doing this for a while. Not until we've learned to control ourselves. I'm not sure how much of this my body can take.
I finish washing and step out of the shower. When I come out of the bathroom, Alex is still asleep in my bed. I smile at him. I dig in my drawer for a clean pair of knickers and slide them on. I shut the door of my bedroom, so as not to wake him. I then proceed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Our fridge isn't the most supplied in the world but there are eggs. I decided to avoid the bacon, considering it was admitting a strange smell. I shove some bread in to the toaster and begin to fry the eggs. When the eggs are finished I slide two on each plate, adding salt and pepper to Alex's and Tabasco to mine. I then add some strawberry jam to the toast and slide a piece on each plate. I stare at it a moment before picking up the plates and proceeding back to my bedroom. Alex is just sitting up.
"Good morning, Charlie," he greets me with a smile.
"I brought you some breakfast," I say to him, sliding his plate on to the bedside table next to him.
It was just then I realized I had forgotten forks.
"I'll be right back," I state, rushing to go retrieve eating utensils.
I hand one to him when I return. He sets down the toast he had been munching on and takes the fork from me with a thankful smile. I silently wonder what Alex is thinking as he quietly eats his eggs.
"I came up with a video idea," I say, breaking the silence.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. It's about a Charliebot. It will be a whole video explaining that I'm really a robot and not a person. I made up a whole story board. I'll show it to you later, if you like. I think I may need your help for some of it".
"Alright, that sounds cool. I'll check it out".
He glances over to the clock on my bedside table.
"I've got a meeting with Tom in a little while, them I'm all yours".
"Alright," I give him a smile.
He finishes his breakfast and sets the fork down on the plate with a clank. He sits there for a bit before standing up. He stretches out his arms with a little yawn.
"I best be getting some cloths on," he says, moving to leave the room.
"If you insist," I say, enjoying the view.
"Well, I can't exactly meet Tom like this, can I?"
"I guess not," I say with a laugh.
He goes on to his bedroom. He returns a few minutes later, fully dressed.
"I guess I'll be heading out now, Charlie. I'll see you later".
"Alright then," I smile at him.
He returns the smile before turning to leave. I get dressed and begin to plan and film more scenes for my Charliebot video.