Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 06:10:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Sarah Powell Subject: Charles Takes Charge - Chapter 1 of 4 Pairing: Charles/Buddy Disclaimer: Charles in Charge is copyrighted by Michael Jacobs Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. Charles was exhausted. Between school, his internship and babysitting the Powell children, he had very little time for himself. He dragged himself down to his basement apartment and securely locked the door. He was determined to have no interruptions as he headed for his bathroom for a hot shower and then bed. Buddy let himself in through the side entrance that led to Charles apartment in the Powell residence. He wanted to take Charles to a club he'd just found. It was his way of finding out how Charles might feel about alternative lifestyles. He decided that if his friend was offended, he could pretend he didn't know it was a gay club. After all he was Buddy Lembeck and people expected him to make boneheaded mistakes all the time. The truth was, playing the idiot was easier for him than being who he really was. Buddy knew since puberty that he had feelings for other guys. Charles had been his best friend since grade school and he was afraid of losing his friendship over his sexual preferences. Worst of all Buddy was in love with Charles. But Charles constantly chased girls and although none of these relationships lasted, there was never any indication that his friend felt anything but friendship towards him. Buddy walked down the stairs after locking the door behind him. Every time he came over one of his friend's charges would burst in. He wanted no interruptions and no excuses for Charles to turn him down. As he reached the bottom of the stairs Charles came out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while the rest of his body remained semi wet and completely nude. Buddy swallowed hard as he felt his already tight jeans become uncomfortable tight around the crotch. The tall lanky brunette was startled to find his friend standing there. "Buddy, how did you get in here?" He said, not bothering to cover himself. Buddy tried to make his brain function but to no avail. He forced his eyes to look up from his friend's semi hard shaft but they only became fixated to his brown nipples instead. Blushing he turned his back on his nude friend and fumbled to make coherent sentences. "Club. Wanted to invite you...to a club. I wanted to invite you to a club tonight." He finally spat out. "What club?" Buddy walked to the worn plaid couch not daring to look at his friend. Toying with the frayed edge he mumbled "Denton's." He could feel his friend standing behind him, warmth was emanating off of his body. "You're inviting me to go to Denton's with you?" "Yes," Buddy swallowed hard suddenly wishing one of the Powell children would burst in. "You're inviting me to Denton's, the gay club." Buddy whirled around and stood face to face with his naked friend. "How did...gay?" Stepping closer and dropping his towel he lifted the shorter boys chin and looked deeply into his gray-blue eyes. "Gay. Are you asking me out on a date." Buddy was trapped in Charles gaze. "I... I didn't know..." "Yes you did," Charles smirked and pressed even closer to his muscular companion. Running a finger over his trembling lips he leaned down. "If I wasn't so tired, I'd say yes, but I'd actually like to stay home tonight." Buddy gulped as the brunette's lips came dangerously close to his. "I'll take a rain check though," he continued and backed away from his stunned friend. "Rain check," was all Buddy could squeak out. Nodding he headed up the steps and fumbled at the door he'd forgotten that he'd locked. Buddy returned to his dorm room grateful that his roommate was out. He kicked of his shoes and toed off his socks and flung himself on his bed. Quickly undoing his trousers, he allowed himself to do what he resisted doing in his car. His shut his eyes tight as he jacked himself quickly. Tonight was not a night for prolonging his release. He cried out Charles' name and then whispered it over and over again as his body spasmed and finally stilled. He couldn't decide if Charles really wanted him or was playing a cruel joke on him. He was half afraid to find out. He reached under his bed for a discarded towel and wiped himself clean. Squirming out of his tight jeans, he aimed them at the hamper at the side of his bed and crawled under the covers still panting from his orgasm. The last word he whispered was sleep finally came was Charles. *** Charles stood at the door for he wasn't sure how long after Buddy left. He almost thought his friend would return and stay with him. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the cool doorframe hoping he hadn't scared Buddy off forever. For a while he suspected his friend was gay and might even be interested in him, but for the life of him he didn't know why he had reacted the way he did when Buddy asked him out. He banged his head against the door berating himself for being so cavalier with his friend. "It took him forever to work up the nerve to ask you. How could you be such an idiot?" Charles trotted down the steps and flopped down on his bed not bothering to put on his customary tee shirt and briefs. The doors were locked so he had no fear of intruders. He spread his legs apart and bent his knees. Resting on hand behind his head and the other between his legs he slowly ran his hand over his shaft, collecting the precum from the tip for lubrication. He lifted the heavy shaft and stroked it upward towards his flat belly. Reaching down further, he cupped his balls and rolled them in the palm of his hand. He didn't want to come too quick so he slid his hands over his abs and played with his nipples. He let his hands dance over his torso, rubbing himself seductively and then slowly let one hand trail back down between his legs. He sucked on two fingers of his other hand and then turned over on his side placing the wet fingers at his entrance. His eyes closed as he fingered himself not daring to hit his sweet spot right away. "Buddy," he whispered, licking his lips and savoring the feel of his own hand on his cock and in his ass. He fucked himself deeper and deeper, fisting his cock with a slow and steady rhythm. "I'm sorry Buddy," he panted as he felt his release coming. He sped up jerking his cock faster, alternating between cupping his balls and gliding his hand over familiar territory. "Fuck," he cried out as he sought out his prostate and crooking his fingers hit his pleasure zone over and over again. His hand gripped his cock tightly and flew up and down the moist shaft. His entire body went rigid and then shook with an explosive orgasm. "Oh Buddy," he cried, not caring if one of the children might be near to hear him. His body trembled uncontrollably and his ass clamped down around his fingers. Hot liquid poured over his fist and he turned over and buried the rest of his cries into his pillow. He rolled off the bed and staggered back to the bathroom to clean off. Charles stared at himself in the mirror before leaning his head against the glass. "Tomorrow Buddy, I promise." He whispered.