monaboyd | The Ramblings of a Loan Shark (NC17 Charlie/shark)

The Sharks story… The ramblings of a loan shark

Author: Pippin’s Penny

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Charlie & the shark

Disclaimer: I don’t know them, ummmm, they are not even real people.

Summary: The shark has his own thoughts on their little affair…

Angst, implied character death, sex

A/N This is a follow up to The Loan, this is the sharks POV.

You might want to read The Loan first if you haven’t yet

X-posted in the usual places

Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Chapter 3 here

Chapter 4

Once we were finally back at his place, I had requested music; I wanted to make love to him with music. Music was always special to me; it helped me to escape from my shitty life, to dream and relax. That and I wanted a sweet memory of this night, and music always helped bring back memories to me so vividly.

I took off my jacket and shoes and sat down on his crappy futon. I remember speaking to him… but like it was not really me. It was some weird porn star version of me. I asked him to slowly strip for me, and he did. I was deliriously happy to see that he was already hard. I heard myself ask him to come closer, which he did, and then closer still. My sharp nose could smell his sweat, his musk… his sex. He was right in front of me, hard and dripping, his cock pointing at me with a delicious drip on the tip just asking to be sucked. He was looking at me with those smoky, dark rimmed eyes with lust. Yes, with lust, I knew that Charlie wanted me.

I wanted to suck him, to touch him so much, but I wanted to see him touch himself even more.

“Touch yourself; I want you to touch yourself.” I managed to rasp.

My heart pounded, my cock had swelled to the point that I was in pain. I sat in awe as he masturbated inches away from my face. I could hear the slick sound as he rubbed his precum over his cock. Then I looked up at his face, he was so completely turned on and immersed in his own arousal. I had been so entranced myself watching him that I almost waited too long. I saw that he was close to cumming. I had to stop him. I finally managed to ask him to drop to his knees and had him take off my shirt and pants. I had to shut my eyes. The site of Charlie, naked, hard, wet and undressing me would have sent me over the edge.

I made room for Charlie on that awful futon and he sat next to me. We were both naked now. My body began acting on it’s own, because the next thing I knew, we were kissing. I had no plan of attack, no itinerary. My body just did what it wanted, and apparently it wanted Charlie desperately. I happily went along for the ride. When I felt Charlie rubbing his wet cock on my leg, I almost cried out. I have never felt anything close to what I was feeling with Charlie. Our bodies seemed made for each other, no awkward bumping or moving into a more comfortable place. We fit. We fit perfect together. Every touch was flawless, every kiss was breathtaking. God, I wondered if he felt it as well.

The next thing I knew, I was on top of him and I had a hold of his cock, finally! Thank god that my body knew what to do because my brain was out to friggin’ lunch. I was kissing him, I wanted to taste him.

I remember he asked me my name again, sorry luv, I can’t do that. I think I probably told him to shut up as I continued kissing down his beautiful body. I was on a mission and I was not to be stopped.

I had not ever put another man’s penis in my mouth… EVER. Nor did I ever want to… before Charlie. Now, it was all I wanted. I had not begun sucking him for more than a few moments when he warned me that he was about to cum. I wanted was to taste him, I gave it all I could and I was soon rewarded with Charlie’s warm rich cream. I drank it down in several gulps. I could not believe how much I loved it. The lad even tried apologizing afterward when I should have been thanking him. Part of me was afraid I would be sick, gag, or change my mind at the last second. But I adored it, I adored him.

I hoped that he did not notice that I was shaking as I rummaged through my pants pocket for the lube. I happened to see Charlie looking nervous. I don’t think he had ever done this before. I of course had, just never with another lad. Many of the whores I frequent actually prefer it.

It was important for me that Charlie enjoyed himself, I wanted him to love this. I told him that I would not hurt him, and asked him to trust me. The moment those words left my lips, I regretted it. Why should he trust me? I’m a low life loan shark. But then he looked at me, with such trust and faith that I wouldn’t hurt him. I don’t think anyone had ever looked at me like that before. I can’t even begin to say how much that meant to me. What he meant to me.

I prepared him slowly, as slow as I could; he seemed to open for me quite quickly as I sawed my fingers in and out of him, stretching as I went. I remember pushing myself inside him. Watching my dick disappear inside that lovely bum. Watching his young face as he felt me inside him. The look of worry changed to surprised enjoyment as his sweet warm body welcomed me in. It was then that I realized we had music on… Strawberry Fields, ahhh, one of my favorites, caught my attention.

Date: 2005-02-20 06:52 am (UTC)

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dramapunk.livejournal.com

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Ah I love and the troubles of the mind that come with it, I am digging the loan shark more and more. I hope he and Charlie are happy, but I would also settle with them not getting killed by the loan sharks father...

Date: 2005-02-20 07:24 am (UTC)

celticpickle.livejournal.com

Dooooode. I loved that! o_O

Awww!!! Too bad this is the second to last chapter....*pouts*

And I laughed at this line for some reason:

Watching my dick disappear inside that lovely bum.

HAHAHA!! LOL!!! He's describing it like an observant child, it's hilarious. ^_^