Free Play It Again, Charlie by R. Cooper

was at his lips a moment later, and Charlie opened his mouth, then shut it when Will's throat moved. Will swallowed once more before he pulled the bottle away, licked at the edges of his mouth.
    Charlie had to swallow with him, too much spit in his mouth even if it felt dry. He forced his eyes down the moment he realized what he was doing, dragged his gaze over Will's body before he returned it Will's face.
    Not that he was seeing anything but that body, close to perfect, not really covered by that black shirt, not when he'd seen the skin underneath it before. Will had skin that looked smooth and had felt so warm, pressed close to him.
    “I... ,” Charlie started, his voice strained, and he frowned at himself without moving. Will's mouth quirked up, but he didn't return the bottle. His fingers played over the wet glass, and the gesture was as obvious as all his innuendo, but Charlie's body responded anyway, throbbed. He curled his hands in his lap before they could go anywhere, swallowed again. He made himself breathe before he looked up.
    He should get up before he made this so much worse for himself. Naked wasn't nearly as embarrassing as admitting that it had been more than a year since he'd even attempted a date, or that he might come after one accidental touch.
    That possibility was painfully real, and he smoothed his hands over his pants, got them down to the seat of the chair.
    “I really liked what you did for me.” Will was still talking. Charlie gripped the metal of the chair and glared at the sparkly shirt, then into Will's face, at his earnest expression.
    “When I pushed you against the wall?” He hadn't pushed Will anywhere, but the picture was behind his eyes now, and maybe that was the reason the words also came out too soft. Will grinning in the dark until Charlie had pressed him back, and then his head had come up, his breath coming faster. For once he'd been quiet, his hands weak at Charlie's chest. “I didn't do it for you,” Charlie insisted a moment later, struggling to remain calm, to stay in the moment.
    “Are you trying to hurt my feelings, Charlie?” Will pouted, drawing Charlie's eyes back to his shining mouth. It was deliberate, Charlie's brain finally realized, caught up at last with all the heat building in his lap, and he opened his mouth, his face and neck getting hot too.
    Will wanted him, he thought with disbelief, inhaling sharply, wanting oxygen and only getting sweat and more heat, a trace of perfume from whatever Will used in his hair, then aftershave, the beer on his lips. Charlie was breathing in Will until his mind was spinning, and went still when Will bent over to put the bottle on the table behind him.
    “You— ” he began, pushing out empty air at the sight of Will's exposed throat and then Will's face, inches from his. He turned to follow Will's movements and felt those eyes steady on him.
    Oh God. His pulse pounded in his ears, all the way though his tight, tense body. Charlie was aroused. Obviously aroused, and he shivered when one hand brushed against his leg, made a small, quiet noise when Will's voice dropped to a whisper.
    “I still haven't thanked you.” Charlie could almost taste the grin and lifted his head to see it, feel it against his mouth. Will was so close it hurt to focus, his eyes nearly all pupil, black with a ring of green, and his breath hitched when he saw how Charlie was staring, a low, pleased sound of his own slipping out.
    At the noise Charlie blinked, heard something else, everything Will had just said working slowly through his mind even while he thought that he would do anything to hear that sound again.
    “What?” He shuddered at his own breath fluttering back to him. Will was so close, so hot he could have been dreaming. “Thanked me?” He winced to hear that out loud once more and tossed his head until Will had to lift his. Charlie's entire body ached, and he tried to focus on anything other than Will right there in front of him,