In a totally different tone...

Because sinjah requested orgasm denial with the boys. Aw. It's um...weird. I didn't really have a plan when I started it. Oh well. Smut.



"Charlie." Will was getting more urgent the longer Charlie spent away from him. It was oddly satisfying to hear his voice tremble and rise when Charlie didn't answer right away. "Charlie you can't be serious."

There had been a time when Charlie would have been shocked at his somewhat vicious impulse to leave Will hanging like this, to make him wait like this, but Will's enthusiasm for those impulses had taken care of his lingering concerns that he was going too far or that he'd hurt Will.

Will, as he'd learned over time, liked being hurt a little and was even fonder of pushing Charlie's buttons to see what Charlie could come up with to punish him. Still, Charlie was sure he hadn't been expecting this.

He looked at Will, stretched out diagonally across the bed on his back, his arms still trapped in the sleeves of his shirt and held in place where Charlie had looped it around the footboard of their bed. His pants had been removed some time ago, quickly, easily, with Will's cooperation. Anything, he'd promised breathlessly, saying it honestly, seductively, knowing it would drive Charlie crazy. He'd say anything to get Charlie's hands or mouth on him, do anything to finish what he'd started in the middle of the party today.

"Oh no," Charlie told him, letting his voice be rough, letting Will see how he was staring at him. He moved, taking moments longer than he needed to deal with the cuffs of his shirt. Will's expression as he watched was a combination of stunned and stupidly horny. Charlie looked away from his flushed face and parted lips and concentrated on rolling up his sleeves.

Will made a low, pained sound of approval. "Charlie, come on. Please."

Charlie couldn't help a glance down at Will's cock, hard and flushed and shining wetly with his own spit. He turned his head away to lick his lips.

"A child's birthday party?" His voice was rough, but he didn't care. "You couldn't wait?"

"Charlie." When he turned back to him, Will's eyes were wide and fixed on his. He was panting, his chest heaving with whatever he wasn't saying. "I was bored."

Bored. Charlie almost repeated it. As if being bored justified teasing him the way he had in front of his family. He hadn't done anything too obvious, not in front of the children, but there were only so many times Charlie could take Will touching him and rubbing against him "accidentally" before he'd had to do something about it.

"Are you bored now?" Charlie rolled up his sleeves and adjusted himself through his pants. He let his hand linger when Will's gaze followed the motion and Will let out another small, hurt sound.

He shook his head. "No, Charlie."

That was good to hear. Charlie nodded and bent down, offering a small reward with his tongue. Will jerked and then arched his hips up, whining when Charlie pulled back.

Charlie swallowed and put a hand to his dick again. It was almost not a joke to say this hurt him as much as it hurt Will. But Will sucked in air and shifted, his feet sliding over the bedding before one foot slid off the bed. He spread his legs, not quite rolling himself over to press himself into the bedding, but tempted, Charlie could tell.

It said a lot that he knew to hold still, that he still was, when Charlie hadn't said a word about it.

Charlie undid his zipper, pulling it down slowly and blushing hotly as he did, not that Will seemed to see. His eyes went to Charlie's hand, his crotch, and he moaned out his name as Charlie pulled his dick out.

Charlie almost closed his eyes. It felt good, after waiting so long, after how Will had wound him up on purpose that afternoon, but he couldn't give in, not yet.

Will had been waiting almost as long, longer, if Charlie counted when Will had first planned on tormenting him in front of witnesses, and Charlie did. It was for that reason that he licked his palm and began to slowly stroke himself.

A few minutes before he'd had Will tied up and at his mercy and he'd been wetly sucking his cock, one hand on his stomach to hold him down as he'd promised Will relief, and then, when Will had been shaking and his balls had been tight and he'd been so close to coming, Charlie had pulled back, left him there, aching.

His heart beat faster at the memory, Will's cries for him, the desperate motions of his hips that he couldn't stop, the trembling in his arms as he'd struggled against his bonds for a moment. It was a lot like Will now, only now Will was frozen, eyes locked on Charlie's hand, on what he was doing.

It was the kind of thing Will would do, more than a little exhibitionist and flagrant. Obvious. Taunting. Only Will would have done it to bring Charlie to him. Charlie had a completely different reason.

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," Will was repeating his name in quiet shock, he didn't even seem aware he was doing it, or how he was wetting his mouth and moving his hips in time to each long stroke. "You aren't." He couldn't seem to believe it. Later, much later, Will would tease him about it, but not now. Now Will couldn't seem to take it.

"I am." Charlie almost didn't know his own voice. Will's shiver went down his whole body.

"Please," he was begging, but Charlie shook his head.

"I've waited long enough," he wanted to say, but the way Will stared at him, with so much need and desperation, made his throat tight. He was pretty sure Will got the point anyway. Will let his head fall back as he watched, all of him exposed and there for Charlie's pleasure. He started to move his hand faster. Will's hoarse breathing matched his, quick and uneven, for all that Will's eyes were still so wide, not missing a thing.

"Please, Charlie." He didn't know what Will was begging for, wasn't sure that Will did either, but when Will licked his mouth and looked up into his face, looked at him with that frantic hunger making his color high and his gaze desperate, Charlie climbed over him, not enough to give Will any friction, just enough to feel his heat and his skin and how Will was almost vibrating.

"Please," he said it again, and low and sweet as he hadn't said it at the party, pleading for it, and Charlie groaned and came across his chest, splashing come onto his face, in his mouth.

If Will's purr was anything it was grateful. But he narrowed his eyes as he licked seed from his mouth, as he swallowed. "Oh you're mean to me, Daddy," he breathed, as if he understood what Charlie had done, that now that Charlie had come, he could devote more time to punishing Will, driving him crazy but not letting him come, not until he wanted him to.

The words weren't angry, not even a little bit, and Charlie offered him that same reward, sliding his body down until his feet were on the floor and he was once again bent over Will with his mouth near his cock. He liked how Will's breath picked up again, how he twisted and arched from the bed to display his chest covered in Charlie's come.

"So you don't mind waiting?" Charlie murmured, his mouth at Will's thigh, then at his hip.

Will quickly shook his head, trembling as he fought the urge to move, groaning when Charlie put a hand to his side to hold him down anyway.
Charlie moved his head so that the head of Will's dick slid against his lips, then took himself away again before coming back to work his tongue there, sucking it into his mouth for another moment's torture.

"Oh Charlie," Will moaned, impossibly pleased and he struggled to push himself up, to make Charlie blow him until he came. "You are so good to me."