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“That thing’s really not budging, huh?” Charlie grimaces as Pim struggles to unclog the employee toilet. “Look, man, we can just leave it for tomorrow, it’s fine.”
“No, no, I’ve nearly-” He grunts with effort. “-got it!” With a push of his small, trembling arms, the water finally starts to drain. He wipes his sweaty forehead and lets out a cheer. “We did it!”
“Oh, you actually got it. Great, now let’s go home.” Charlie yawns. By this time, he’s usually napping on his couch.
“Right! Have you got any plans tonight, Charlie?” Pim asks as he washes his hands clean.
“Plans? Uh…” He scratches his chin in thought. “Nah, not really. You?”
The two walk over to the exit together, gathering up their bags by the door.
“None here, either. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then!”
“Yeah, see you.”
With a wave, Charlie pulls the door handle. And then pulls it again. And again. He puts both hands on it and gives it a shake.
“Oh shit-” He rattles it again with more force. “Come on!”
“What’s wrong?” Pim asks.
“It’s locked! Did you let someone know we were still in here?”
“Ah- no, I didn’t think of that. Maybe we can give someone a call?”
“Great.” Charlie sighs with frustration. “Yeah, might as well.”
Pim takes out his phone to dial up Alan, then Glep, and then the Boss, but is met with no response each time. By now, Charlie is slamming his full weight against the door, trying to break it open. He shouts in pain when his shoulder collides awkwardly against it. “Fuck!”
“He’s not answering, either. They’re probably all driving right about now…” Pim twiddles his thumbs against his phone with worry.
“Great, that’s fantastic!” Charlie growls, rubbing at his shoulder. “I think I almost popped my shoulder out of its socket.”
“Be careful, Charlie, I don’t think slamming against it is going to work here.”
“You got any better ideas?”
“I say we wait and call them in a bit, I’m sure someone will pick up.”
“Shit. I just wanted to get home!” Charlie complains, taking off his hat to run a hand over his head.
“I’m sorry, Charlie, I didn’t think they would lock us in like this. But at least neither of us has any plans this would cut into, right?” Pim says, ever the optimist.
“Right, yeah…” Charlie yawns again. “I’m just tired.”
“Well, if you wanted to take a nap, I wouldn’t mind!”
“Nah, hopefully it doesn’t take much longer, anyways.”
“Yeah!”
With a grunt, Charlie sits down on the ground, leaning his back against the door. Pim watches, making no move to sit down himself.
He rocks back and forth on his heels as they fall into silence. He clears his throat.
“Well, since we’re here, may as well have some fun! We could play a game, or…” He trails off in thought before brightening. “Ooh! We could tell each other secrets!”
“Secrets?” Charlie raises a brow. “That doesn’t really sound fun to me.”
Pim chuckles in a way that Charlie assumes he means to come off as devious. “Oho, why do you say that, Charlie, unless you have something to hide? ”
He leans in close to his personal space, so Charlie shoves him away with a snort.
“Psh, everyone has secrets, man, it’s just a part of life.”
“Oh, well now I’ve just got to know what your secret is! Do you-” he gasps in surprise. “Do you have a secret crush?”
“Pim, really? What are we, five?”
“Oh- I’m sorry Charlie, you already have a girlfriend, I forgot.”
“Nah.” Charlie waves his hand. “We broke up a while ago.”
“What?” Pim looks like he’s the one who’d had his heart broken. “You did? When?”
“Uhh, like, almost four months ago, I guess.”
“Oh.” Pim goes quiet, apparently dropping his secret telling game for now. “Well I’m sorry to hear that, Charlie.”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
Once again, an awkward silence falls over them as they both avoid eye contact. After a moment, Charlie risks a glance at Pim’s guilt-ridden face, and sighs, taking pity on him.
“What about you? You got a crush on anyone?” He feels silly just saying the word.
“Me?” Pim’s face goes blank for a second like he hadn’t expected such a question. He starts fidgeting nervously, stammering out a response. “Of- of course not!”
“Wait, wait- really? You deadass have a crush on someone?”
“Can we change the subject, please?”
“Naw, man, you’re the one who brought up the whole crush thing!” Charlie sits up straighter, amused by this sudden revelation.
“Yeah, but- this is different, Charlie! Can you please just drop it?”
Charlie frowns. He isn’t trying to actually upset him.
“Fine, fine, but I don’t know why you asked for my secrets when you’re gonna get all pissy about yours.”
He looks at the ground, idly picking at a stray thread on the carpet. His curiosity is already piqued, though, and he wonders who someone like Pim could have a crush on.
“...Do I know them?”
“ Charlie!” Pim scolds, frowning at him.
“Sorry, sorry! You just got me curious, now. It’s not that girl from the cafe, right?” He vaguely recalls the way that Pim had spoken about her.
“You mean Jennifer? It’s not her, no… and she’s with Shrimp now, anyways.”
“Right, yeah, I’m happy for them…” So that’s one candidate taken off the list. “...Who is it, then?”
“Charlie, I thought we agreed to drop it!”
“Hey, you said you wanted to have fun, this is fun for me!”
“Well it isn’t fun for me.” Pim crosses his arms. Charlie raises his hands defensively.
“Fine, fine, I dunno why you can’t just tell me, though…” He pauses. “Any word back yet?” He nods towards Pim’s phone.
“Nothing, no.” Pim’s brow furrows with concern. Walking over to the door, he raises his arms up to grab the handle and jiggle it a few times.
“It’s not gonna open, Pim, I tried.” Charlie explains.
“Well we shouldn’t just sit here, Charlie!” He gives a few harder yanks.
“Oh, so now you’re in a hurry to leave so you don’t have to tell me who your crush is?”
Pim pauses for a moment, not bothering to respond before he pulls harder on the door. Charlie sighs and stands up again.
“At least let me help you.”
Once he’s standing over him, he isn’t really sure where to put his hands besides joining Pim’s on the door handle. They hover in the air as he hesitates before awkwardly reaching around him.
Closing his hands on top of Pim’s, he gives it a pull, not noticing the way Pim tenses.
“C’mon, let’s try it at the same time.” He suggests.
“...Okay!” Pim squeaks, voice quiet.
They pull in sync with each other a few times. When this doesn’t work, Charlie huffs and goes back to pushing, shifting his hands to the center of the door and leaning his weight against it.
“Jesus, what is this thing made of!?” He grunts, pushing with all of his strength until his arms start to shake and he stops to catch his breath.
Only then does he remember that Pim is still in front of him, and his head whips down to the critter sandwiched between himself and the door, looking like a squashed bug.
“Oh shit, sorry!” He jumps back, giving Pim some breathing room. “I forgot you were there, are you okay, man?”
Pim’s expression is blank, face red with what Charlie hopes isn’t a lack of oxygen.
“Pim, dude?” He takes a concerned step forward. Before he can reach out to him, Pim speaks up.
“...Alright! I’m alright!” He reaches down with jerky hands to smooth over his crumpled shirt. Bringing a fist to his mouth, he then clears his throat a few times, seeming to gather himself. However, he’s shifting around strangely, which has Charlie worried.
“You sure? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He doesn’t think he squished him that hard, but who knows how fragile a little guy like him might be.
“N-no, I’m all good!” Pim gives him a shaky thumbs-up. “Er, could you excuse me for a second? I, uh, need to use the restroom.”
“...Yeah, man, you don’t need my permission. Are you sure you’re not hurt? You’re acting weird.” He would feel awful if he’d accidentally injured him. Just to be sure, he gives him a once-over to assess for anything wrong, and-
Oh.
“Oh.”
He sees the issue now, staring in disbelief at the bulge visible through Pim’s shorts. Pim yelps, squeezing his legs together and bringing his hands to his face in mortification.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Uh-” It’s then that Charlie realizes he shouldn’t be staring, and averts his eyes, turning away from him. “It- it’s cool.”
Pim lets out a miserable-sounding whimper, and he sounds close to tears when he speaks. “I-I didn’t mean to- you were just- please just forget about it!”
“W-wait, is this because of- uh-”
“No, nothing!” Pim raises his hands to try and shush him. Charlie ignores the small hands waving around in his face.
“-Because you got squished?” He’s confused. Is this some kind of survival instinct?
Pim groans, balling his fists and rubbing them over his eyes. “S-sort of- it’s just that you were- uh- pressing me into the door, and it just sort of made me think of- agh! I’m sorry, I’ve probably made things super weird!”
“You…” Charlie’s face goes slack as he begins to comprehend. He feels heat rising to his own cheeks as he realizes the position they’d been in. “Shit, Pim, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize how weird that was for me to do-”
“No, you were just trying to open the door, I’m the weird one!”
“Nah, this is my fault, Pim. If anything, I should help you with-” He registers what he’s suggesting after it’s already left his mouth.
“What!?”
“I mean! Only if you wanted me to- it’s just, uh, I feel like I should take responsibility since- you know!”
“Responsibility? Charlie, do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
“I…” He trails off, eyes darting back down to the problem without his permission. He’s quick to correct this, looking back up at Pim’s face. He doesn’t look angry, though, eyes wide and searching his for an answer. He could easily take it back now and let Pim take care of himself in the bathroom, but… “Yeah, I do.”
He grows uncomfortable under Pim’s disbelieving gaze. “...Don’t look at me, man, you’re the one who got hard from being pushed into a door!”
“I know that, Charlie!”
“Well-” Charlie pauses. “So do I! So…” He gestures vaguely downwards. “Do you want my help or not?”
“I…” Pim falls silent as he stares at him.
After a while, Charlie is about to speak up again when Pim suddenly projectile vomits onto his hoodie, making Charlie yelp.
“Oh my god! Dangit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Pim covers his mouth with his hands in distress.
“Uh, it’s… it’s all good! Are you okay?” Charlie frowns at the mess on his front. He tries not to freak out, given how Pim is freaking out enough for the both of them.
“It’s- it’s a nervous habit, I’m sorry!”
“Aw, man, I wasn’t trying to make you nervous.” After a second of deliberation, Charlie removes the hoodie, careful to avoid contact with the stain. “I needed to wash this anyway, it’s fine, see?” He sets it down on the floor. “So… I’m taking that as a no to the offer…?”
“What…?” Pim’s eyes widen. “No! Of course it isn’t, but you can’t really still want to after that!”
“Eh,” Charlie shrugs. “I’ve had worse foreplay than that. You’re not gonna puke again, though, right?”
“N-no!” Pim squeaks.
“Good, ‘cause I only got my shirt left.” Charlie gestures to his white undershirt with a chuckle.
“Well…” Pim glances down at it. “I wouldn’t mind if you had to take that off too…”
“Uh… really?” Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He hadn’t expected Pim to be so forward. “I-I mean… if you wanted, I could…”
“Only if you want to!” Pim assures him. “You just have a nice body!”
“Oh, you think so?” Charlie smiles sheepishly. He isn’t used to receiving such compliments. “Uh, thanks.” His hands trail down to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it off, and the way that Pim gives the action his full attention starts to get him a little heated.
Unceremoniously, he lifts it off his head and drops it, taking care not to drop it on top of the soiled hoodie. His cheeks feel warm as he lets Pim stare for a moment, before he’s had enough and speaks up.
“S-so, uh… how did you wanna do this?”
“Er, well… you could push me against the wall again…” Pim suggests, hungry eyes trailing over Charlie’s bare chest and stomach.
“Uh huh, and then what?” Charlie grins, taking a few steps forward so that Pim’s back presses into the wall and he has to strain his neck to look up at him. Noticing this, Charlie leans down to grab Pim by his sides and lifts him up to eye-level, making Pim yelp in surprise.
“This okay?” Charlie asks, taking in Pim’s baffled expression.
“Y-yeah, but aren’t I a bit too heavy for you to hold?”
“Pfft,” Charlie scoffs. “It’s like holding a bowling ball, dude, you’re tiny.” He demonstrates this by easily lifting him up and down a few times.
“I’m not that tiny, Charlie…” Pim frowns, looking offended.
“C’mon, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s cute- I- I mean-” He worries that will offend him further. “Not cute, well you are, but not only- I mean, I personally think you’re cute, but not in a way that-”
“Charlie,” Pim interrupts. “Please just kiss me.”
“-okay.” He leans in to lock their lips together. After the initial surprise, Pim tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Charlie enjoys how soft and wet his lips are, chasing them with gentle sucks that make both of them start to pant.
They part for a moment, sharing each other’s breaths, but the look in Pim’s lidded eyes entices him to lean back in. He presses him harder against the wall, making Pim part his lips to let out a groan, and Charlie uses the opening to slip his tongue into his mouth, swirling it curiously.
As their tongues move together, Pim reaches around to the back of Charlie’s neck and pulls him closer. The action makes Charlie’s stomach press against the hardness in Pim’s pants, and he shivers at the warmth of it on his bare skin. Pim gasps into his mouth, whimpering when Charlie rubs his front against him.
“I can feel how hard you are,” Charlie pants, giving a breathless laugh. “You really like this, huh?” He emphasizes with a long, slow drag of their bodies. Pim makes a keening noise, fingers gripping tighter onto the back of his neck.
“Ah- yeah, I-” He cuts himself off with a moan as Charlie repeats the action. “Oh, fuck!”
Charlie jolts at this, not used to hearing him swear, and the uncharacteristic vulgarity shoots straight to his dick, making him shudder and bury his snout into Pim’s neck.
“Mmh that’s right, gonna-” He struggles to process the sudden wave of desires and images popping into his brain. “Gonna fuck you against the wall ‘til- uh- ‘til you can’t even… talk. Anymore.”
He cringes a little at his dirty-talk attempt, but it works anyway, and Pim’s breath hitches, body working harder to meet Charlie’s own.
“C-Charlie, please!”
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please!”
Pim’s grip on him is almost painful now, his dull fingernails digging into Charlie’s skin. Charlie can feel the outline of his dick clear as day, and he finds himself wanting to see it without any clothes in the way.
He sets Pim down and reaches for his own pants, not even having to ask Pim to start undressing as well. It’s only as he’s stepping out of his jeans that he realizes something.
“Fuck, man, we don’t have lube.”
“Oh.” Pim says, pausing where he’d been fiddling with his shirt buttons. He holds up a finger. “One second.”
Charlie watches in confusion as Pim walks over to his bag on the table, rummages through it for a few seconds, and returns with a small bottle in hand, presenting it with a smile.
“I…” Charlie narrows his eyes at him. “I don’t know if I even wanna know why you have that.”
“Just in case!” Pim shrugs like he didn’t just reveal himself to be way freakier than Charlie would’ve thought. Not even he would bring that stuff into work.
“...Whatever. We have lube, cool.”
His attention is caught by Pim popping the bottle open and squeezing some onto his fingers. Using one arm to leverage himself against the wall, the other reaches down between his legs.
“W-wait, uh, I can do that for you.”
Pim’s movements pause. “...Are you sure?”
“Yeah, just let me know if I’m being too rough with you.” He’s aware of their size difference, and as hot as he may find it, he knows that it also puts him at a greater risk of accidentally hurting Pim. He gets down onto his knees beside him, mouth going dry when Pim bends over to present himself.
“Gently at first,” Pim says, reaching behind himself to part his cheeks, revealing his flushed hole, already glistening from the lube that Pim had applied a minute ago. Charlie swallows at the sight, hands moving with a mind of their own to grab at the soft flesh.
Stopping himself, he rushes to lube up his own fingers before returning them, gently running circles around the rim of Pim’s asshole. Pim’s whole body shivers at this, and his hips twitch towards Charlie’s hand, encouraging him to continue. He does, slowly dipping a finger inside, pausing every millimeter to allow Pim to adjust. He hears a groan from above him.
“Charlie, you can go a bit faster than that.” Pim says, wiggling his hips a little.
“I don’t wanna hurt you!” Charlie frowns, finger stilling where it’s half-buried into Pim.
“It’s alright, I’m not going to break.” Pim lets out a breathless chuckle. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“...Okay.” Charlie hesitantly agrees, deciding that he should go ahead and slip his finger in all the way. He does, partially expecting Pim to complain, but all he receives is an encouraging noise. Continuing, he crooks his finger, exploring the feeling of the tight warmth around it. Pim gasps, bending down further to give him even more access.
“More, please…”
Charlie holds back the ‘already?’ he’s about to say, since he apparently overestimated how slow and careful he’ll have to be. He complies, adding a second finger and using them to spread Pim open.
“Oh,” Pim whines in approval, “Yes, Charlie, that’s so good…”
Charlie groans at this, shifting a little to adjust to his own hard-on. He’s starting to wonder if he has a praise kink based on the way his cock twitched at the words. He tries his best to keep giving Pim what he wants, curling his fingers and pumping them in-and-out in a way that receives the best reactions. Turning his wrist slightly, his fingers bump against a spot that has Pim shouting in pleasure, his legs squeezing around Charlie’s hand.
“There! Right there, you’re so good, Charlie!”
Charlie’s untouched cock is leaking, and his mind goes fuzzy with the urge to fuck Pim right now, but he holds himself back. That is, until Pim throws that barrier out the window.
“Charlie, please, I can’t wait any longer… I need you inside me.”
“Are-” His voice is too gravelly, so he clears his throat. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck me, please.”
That makes him stand up without further question, grabbing the tossed-aside bottle to squeeze some more lube onto his aching dick. Pim is barely grasping onto the door, legs trembling and looking back at him with a dazed look in his eyes.
Charlie gulps at the sight, fingers twitching at his sides before he reaches down once again to lift Pim, pressing him into the wall at a level that lines them up decently, and he hisses when his unclothed cock brushes against Pim’s soft cheeks. Pim yelps in surprise, hands scrambling to grab hold of the wall.
“Charlie!”
“This okay?” Charlie asks, gripping firmly onto Pim’s waist.
“Er- yeah, you’re really strong…”
Charlie snorts a little at this, because Pim is just really light, but he still preens at the compliment. Glancing down, he shifts around in an effort to control himself, wishing that he could rut into the warmth. “You, uh… you good for me to start…?”
He thinks he hears Pim hum, and looks up.
“What was that?”
“M’good.” He sees Pim nodding.
“C-cool, just stop me if anything hurts.” He insists, still worried about injuring the smaller critter.
With more restraint than he thought himself capable of, he very slowly begins to insert himself into Pim, both of them moaning at the stretch.
“Hh- fuck, Pim, you’re so tight…”
“Charlie…” Pim sighs out dreamily, and the way he says his name makes his stomach flip.
After a few torturous moments, he’s all the way in, and he pauses there to let them both catch their breaths. His cock is throbbing inside of him, and Charlie worries that he isn’t going to last long.
When Pim starts to squirm impatiently, Charlie takes a deep breath and pulls out to thrust back in. He does this again, and again, repeating the action and finally giving them both what they’ve been craving.
“Oh,” Pim moans, voice shaking with the thrusts, “Oh, yes- that feels amazing, Charlie, you’re so- ah! Deep…”
“Ohh, fuck…” Charlie moans in agreement, head spinning at the wonderful feeling of Pim’s insides around his cock. He could cum right then and there, but he takes a few calming breaths to try and prevent this. “Shit, Pim, I don’t think I’m gonna last very long…”
To his surprise, he hears Pim chuckle at this.
“Already, Charlie? Are you feeling that nice?” He squeezes around him, knocking Charlie’s breath out of his chest.
Charlie nods wildly, before remembering Pim can’t see him. “Y-yeah…”
“That’s adorable… but try and hold it in a bit longer for me, yeah?”
Charlie makes a noise he doesn’t think he’s ever made before, and feels his knees go a little weak. “I’ll try…”
“Good boy.” Pim praises, making Charlie suck in a harsh breath and speed up his movements.
Spurred on by the desire to please Pim, Charlie continues at a relentless pace, digging his fingers into the soft, pudgy skin around Pim’s waist. He can hardly look at Pim without feeling his orgasm quickly approach, so he squeezes his eyes shut. The pleasure is making it difficult to focus, but when he tunes in he hears Pim singing him more praises.
“Ah- so good- you’re doing so good for me, Charlie!”
“Pim…” Charlie grits his teeth. His dick is throbbing uncontrollably. “Quit saying that stuff, it’s gonna make me…”
“Oh,” Pim giggles breathlessly. “You’re so- cute, Charlie…”
“Pim,” Charlie whines in warning. His body is twitching with the torturous effort of trying not to release. “I-I can’t…”
“Go ahead, then…” Pim gives him another squeeze, and that’s all it takes before Charlie’s eyes are rolling back as he spills inside of him, moaning filthily and not caring how loud he gets. His hips jerk as his cock is milked dry, until eventually his knees give out and he’s dropping to the floor, bringing Pim with him, who makes a small noise of surprise.
“That’s it… you did so good, Charlie…” Pim assures him softly.
Charlie lets out a ragged breath. “Shit… sorry, I… I normally last longer.” His face burns with embarrassment.
“That’s alright… it was sexy, anyway.”
That doesn’t help the heat in his face go away, and he mumbles something incomprehensible.
“A-anyways, uh… I’ve still gotta help you out, so…”
“You don’t have to, Charlie-”
Pim squeaks when Charlie pulls out of him, readjusting his grip on his hips and flipping him around so that they’re face-to-face again.
“Nah, I said I’d help you, and I’m gonna… if you want.” Charlie tacks on, making sure that his shameful display didn’t change Pim’s mind about doing this.
“Of course I do, if you’re up for it…”
With this confirmation, Charlie glances down at the state of Pim’s dick, finally able to get a good look at it. It’s flushed and chubby, kinda short but making up for that in width. Charlie licks his lips.
“Your cock is pretty cute, dude…” He says without thinking.
His eyes widen as the cock visibly twitches, and Pim brings his hands up to cover his face.
“Charlie…” He groans.
“Hang on, I thought you didn’t like being called that?”
“Well…” Pim squirms. “It’s different when it’s you, alright?”
That gives him pause, the words tugging at his heart. “Oh…”
Not knowing what else to say, but storing that information for later, he brings a hand up to wrap around Pim’s dick, grinning when Pim’s hips jump to rut into his hand. He runs a thumb over the leaky tip, delighting in the noise Pim makes.
“O-oh, gosh…”
“Look, I can fit you in my fist…” Charlie says, closing his fingers and watching Pim’s cock disappear underneath them. This makes Pim whine and squirm around some more.
“Charlie, come on…”
“What, I’m just playing with your cute little dick.”
As intended, that makes Pim gasp, and he feels him twitch against his fingers. This gives Charlie an idea, so he reaches around to find the lube bottle on the ground, opening his fingers to squeeze some onto them. He curls them back around Pim’s length, tighter this time, and feels him shiver, hands grasping onto Charlie’s arm.
“Think you can get yourself off with my hand?”
Pim stares at him, eyes heavy with lust, and nods, hips getting to work as he fucks himself into Charlie’s fist. He lets out desperate moans as he chases the friction, sweaty fingers slipping in their attempt to hold onto him.
“Look at you,” Charlie smiles lasciviously, amazed at the frenzied state the smaller critter is in. “You look so fuckin’ hot like this…”
When Pim makes a pathetic sound in response, Charlie takes pity on him, and starts to move his hand to meet Pim’s thrusts. At this, Pim shouts with pleasure, mouth hanging open as he pants.
“That feel good?” Charlie asks, out of breath.
Pim nods, mouth closing and opening a few times before he can reply. “S-so good, Charlie…”
Charlie can’t resist the urge to kiss him, so he does, swallowing up Pim’s noises as he continues to work at his dick, tightening around the tip. He revels in the way Pim shivers underneath him, making sounds that he never knew he’d needed to hear. He feels heat start to pool in his gut again, blood rushing back into his worn-out dick. Their lips part with an obscene smack.
“Shit, you’re making me hard again…” He groans.
He watches as Pim’s eyes regain focus, glancing down at him and opening his legs invitingly.
“You- uh?” Charlie’s gaze immediately locks onto the stretched-out hole between Pim’s legs. “Are you sure…?”
“I-I need to feel you inside of me again…” Pim says, raising his hips and still grinding them into Charlie’s hand.
Trying to figure out the best way to do this, Charlie pauses a moment before releasing his grip around Pim’s cock, much to his disapproval as he whines in protest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep going, just give me a sec…” Charlie assures him.
Pim’s eyes are deep and trusting as he allows himself to be manhandled again, being lifted up, spun around, and sat onto Charlie’s lap. Charlie reaches down to grab himself to line up with Pim’s hole again, wasting no time in re-entering him, moaning at how easily his cock slips inside.
“S’this okay…?” He asks, waiting for Pim’s confirmation.
“Y-yeah…”
They both cry out when Charlie begins to move his hips up into him. He reaches around to wrap his fingers around Pim’s cock again as promised, making him let out a string of unintelligible noises.
Matching the movements of his hand to the thrusts of his hips, he finds a steady rhythm where each slide in and out of Pim’s loose hole is met with a twist of his hand around his throbbing dick.
“Ohh my god, that’s-” Pim moans obscenely. “C-Charlie…!”
“Yeah,” Charlie pants out, working hard to thrust up into him. “Feel so fuckin’ good, Pim.”
The sounds of their breaths and moans fill the office as Charlie keeps fucking him, ignoring the soreness in his hips when they start to get tired. It’s worth it for the way Pim has crumbled to pieces in his arms, barely able to get out words anymore.
He eventually finds a certain angle that Pim seems to love, if his high-pitched whines are anything to go by. He repeats this, keeping a tight grip on Pim’s throbbing dick as he furiously jerks him off.
“Charlie,” Pim all but sobs, “M’close…”
“Cum for me, Pim…” Charlie encourages, and Pim seems determined to do just that, noises becoming desperate and frantic as his fingers grip hard onto Charlie’s skin.
It only takes a few more thrusts before Pim cries out, hot cum shooting into Charlie’s hand. His body clenches and trembles, creating a delicious squeeze around Charlie’s cock. He continues for a bit longer to chase his own orgasm, and it doesn’t take long before he’s unloading inside of him once again.
He collapses onto the ground, taking shaky breaths and waiting for the feeling to come back into his numb limbs. Fuck, he’s gonna be sore tomorrow.
Curiously, he peers over at Pim, who’s been oddly quiet, only to find his large eyes already on him.
“You good…?” He asks.
Pim nods, looking dazed. “Charlie, that was…” He huffs out a laugh. “Amazing!”
Charlie feels pride swell in his chest, looking away. “Yeah, it was…”
“No, no, really!” Pim says, and Charlie isn’t sure where his burst of energy came from. “I mean it- that sex was epic!” He climbs onto him, shaking enthusiastically.
Charlie snorts. “Dude, Pim, calm down.”
“I can’t help it, it’s never felt that good before!”
“Well,” Charlie clears his throat. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”
“Really?” Pim’s eyes are shining and hopeful.
“Yeah, just-” He laughs weakly. “Just give me a few days to recover.”
“O-oh, of course!” Pim says, settling down.
They fall into comfortable silence, Pim apparently taking the hint that Charlie is pretty worn-out. Grateful for this, Charlie lets his eyes slip shut as he rests for a few moments. Pim’s weight on top of him is warm and comforting, and he feels fingers tracing circles on his chest.
“You’re beautiful, you know…” Pim says, so quiet that Charlie isn’t quite sure he meant for him to hear that.
He opens his eyes, heart fluttering at the soft way Pim is staring at him. It’s only then that Charlie remembers something.
“Wait, so…” He coughs. “Your crush is, uh, me, right…?”
“Huh…?” Pim looks confused, before his eyes light up with recognition. “Charlie! You were still thinking about that?”
“Not until just now!” Charlie says defensively. “It’s just, it’d be pretty awkward if you had a crush on someone else after we just- you know.”
“Who do you take me for?” Pim says teasingly, before his tone softens again. “Of course it’s you.”
“Oh.”
It’s quiet as Charlie takes his time to process this. Pim starts to look a little nervous.
“B-but it’s alright if you don’t-”
“No, no, uh-” Charlie struggles to maintain eye contact. “Me too.”
“Oh.” Pim says, worry cleared from his face.
Seemingly content with this, Pim slowly rests his head onto Charlie’s chest, so Charlie brings an arm up to wrap around him. The way that they fit together has Charlie questioning why they haven’t been doing this all along, and he’s so relaxed that he finds himself drifting off to the sound of Pim’s breathing.
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He’s awoken by a car honking, and he blinks blearily as his memories come back to him. His heart jolts when he recognizes the sound of footsteps from outside the door, and he scrambles to grab the clothes they’d left on the ground, cursing when he sees that most of Pim’s clothes had gotten mixed up with Charlie’s vomit-stained hoodie.
Sitting up suddenly, he feels a little bad when Pim falls off of him and wakes with a start.
“Charlie…?” He mumbles, sleep still in his eyes.
“Put this on.” Charlie says, shoving his white t-shirt into Pim’s chest as he shuffles back into his pants, not bothering with his underwear.
The sound of keys jingling makes Pim yelp and slip on the shirt without further question, and thankfully it’s so big on him that his crotch is sufficiently covered up.
The boss is humming a tune as he opens the door, just as Pim and Charlie are rushing to stand up off the ground. He goes quiet when he sees them, and Charlie knows that they’re fucked.
“...Pim, Charlie? Well what are you guys doin’ here so early?”
“Uh,” Charlie’s mouth goes dry.
“Didn’t you get my texts? We were locked in the office all night.” Pim explains.
“Oh no, that’s terrible! Texts? I didn’t get any texts.”
“You didn’t? B-but, they’re right here, look!” Pim shuffles around to grab his phone off the floor, opening it up and showing the screen to the boss.
The boss just stares at him blankly. “Son, this is a calculator.”
“What?” Pim says, looking back at his phone with confusion. Charlie looks over in disbelief.
“Dude, were you seriously just typing into the calculator app that whole time?”
“I… I guess so…”
“Pim, I’m like, seriously worried about your eyesight, like I don’t think you should be driving.”
“I… yeah, I know…”
“Well,” The boss scans the state of the room. “Looks like you boys had a killer party! Why don’t you invite me next time, ha-ha!”
The two laugh awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
“Sorry you guys got locked in here, but hey, looks like you had fun anyways!” He continues to smile cheerily at them, and for a second Charlie thinks they might actually be in the clear if he really thought they were just partying all night.
“You’d better get this cleaned up before everyone else gets here, though!”
“R-right, yeah-”
“Of course-”
The two of them start to do just that, getting back down onto the floor to grab the mess of clothes.
“Oh, and boys…” A shiver of fear goes down both of their spines when the boss puts on his menacing country accent. “Don’t forget our rule… no fornicatin’ on the premises, you got that…?”
“Uh,” Charlie gulps. “I-I don’t think I’ve heard that rule before.”
“That’s because…” The boss’ stare drills into him until he starts to squirm. Then all of a sudden, it stops, and the boss goes back to his regular voice. “I just made it up! Now get back to work, you two silly scamps!” With that, he leaves them stunned, walking off into his office.