Coming Home

Author's Note: Hey everyone, just wanted to say another thank you for everyone who's been following along. It really means a lot to me and I'm glad so many people can relate to Charlie and Andrew, or at the very least, you like what these two do with each other! Tomorrow I'll be posting the last chapter of the story and who know's what might come next. I have some stories planned, but nothing solid yet, so it might be a bit before the next one. Thank you again and happy reading!

We left early the next day, to avoid the Atlanta traffic and get back in time for Andrew to have some rest before work the next day. He decided he wanted to drive for the return journey, so I was busy playing on my phone when I got a message from Tom. I was immensely thankful for the distraction as Andrew had his hand on my thigh, giving gentle squeezes every once in a while that made it hard not to stretch across the seat and ravish him as he drove.

So…I’ve got a plane ticket a week from today. Looks like I’ve got a new summer job lined up.

 I smiled down at my phone, responding, Oh really? Doing what? Wait, sorry, I meant doing who…

OMG. Stop! Mr. Mullins was very nice and even offered to let me crash on his couch while I found a place to rent. 

Well, I’m glad to hear everything went well for you. But if you want a sure-fire way to see if he’s interested, I might have some advice.

 And I proceeded to give him some tips on how to seduce a sexy, older coach based on last night’s amazing roleplaying. Tom was wary of coming on too strong, but I figured if Mr. Mullins was gay and had half a brain, everything was gonna work out between the pair. We talked for a bit longer before Tom told me he had to get ready for a team workout and I guess the weekend had been a bit more than I anticipated, as the drone of the passing pavement lulled me to sleep. I turned towards Andrew, who glanced over at me for just a second, giving my leg another squeeze.

“It’s all right boy, I figured you might be tired from last night. I’ll be fine, you get some sleep, we’ll be back before you know it.”

And sleep I did. I really must have been exhausted, as I didn’t wake up for a few hours, only coming to about thirty minutes from home. We were just passing the county line as I pulled away from the seat belt that had been cutting into my face during my rest. I was rubbing the feeling back into the skin when I noticed that Andrew was driving a bit differently. His posture was more rigid and tense, far different from the laid-back attitude he had when we left the city.

“Hey, what’s wrong sir? Something happen when I was asleep?”

He didn’t answer at first, just gave a long sigh before responding, “Yes, but let’s not worry about it right now. We’re almost home and all I really want is to get us home and watch a movie after a hot shower.”

I was a bit afraid of what exactly could have happened, but I didn’t wanna push him further. I figured I’d get him talking later tonight while we were cuddled up on the couch. A short while later, we were pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building when Andrew spoke up, noticing another car in the lot.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” he said, quickly getting out and closing the door. I followed suit, grabbing our bags from the trunk before heading after Andrew. He’d only gotten about fifty feet away and as I got closer, I started to hear shouting from the other side of the car.

“Andrew, what the fuck do you have to say for yourself, how could you?” a voice yelled out. I slowed my approach as I recognized the voice from long ago, and it was confirmed when I saw the Andrew’s blond, short haired ex-wife, Lucy. She was getting close to his face, a look of righteous fury on her face, as she seemed to be shoving her phone in his face, continuing her tirade. “Your pictures still show up on the computer at home, you idiot," she said, and I could see the photo he'd taken of us at yesterday's game displayed on the screen.

“How fucking disgusting! You and that boy, are what, a couple now? You really think that’s what he sees in you,” she continued shouting, but I must have gotten closer than I realized as she caught me out of the corner of her eye. She stopped for a second, taking in the bags I carried and seeming to put two and two together, and was about to go after me before Andrew finally spoke.

“Lucy, say one more, god damn word to either one of us, and I swear I will call the fucking cops on your ass,” he said, in a flat, deep voice, lacking any of the usual warmth I’d come to know. “Yeah, I’m seeing Charlie, and you know what? I fucking love him, unlike anything I ever felt for you. So why don’t you take your stupid phone, your stupid bigotry, and get the fuck out of my life. For good. You already took my house, my kid, and everything else, but you sure as hell aren’t gonna scare away the best thing in my life. Got it?”

I gotta admit, even though it was an intense and heated argument, I couldn’t help but feel comforted by what Andrew was saying. It felt nice to know exactly how much I meant to him, but still, I didn’t like seeing how much Lucy was hurting him and it only got worse when she spoke again.

“And what about Hunter, huh? What do you think he’s gonna think about all of this? You and his friend fucking around, he’ll be a laughing stock around town. Is that really what you want for him?”

I could hear Andrew heaving in deep breaths at this point, barely containing the anger I knew was bubbling beneath the surface.

“So what? Maybe he deserves it, especially after he fucking dropped Charlie like a sack of shit when they got to high school. I’m gay and I don’t give a shit who knows it anymore, so if they had a problem with Charlie, they’re still gonna have a problem with me regardless.” The pair stopped speaking for a moment, and Andrew took the time to move closer to me, taking his bag in hand and walking towards the building entrance. “Come on, Charlie, let’s go home.”

I followed behind him, not even bothering to look at Lucy as I was intently focused on whether or not Andrew was okay after the encounter. He stomped his way up the stairs and swung the door open to his apartment, dropping his luggage on the floor before grabbing a pillow off the couch and giving a muffled yell into it. I moved in closer to him, dropping my own bag before I reached out and placed a hand on his back, rubbing gentle circles across it as he lifted his face away from the cushion.

My heart broke when I saw the pain behind his eyes, as tears gathered around them and washed away the usual warmth and calmness his green eyes usually possessed.

“That wasn’t exactly how I wanted to do that.”

“I know, sir,” I said, gently guiding him to the couch and getting him seated, before I reached around and pulled him into a deep embrace. I continued to rub circles on his back as I continued on, “No one should ever be outed like that, it just isn’t fair. I know it hurts; it was a violation of your very identity. For every gay person, it should be their story to tell and I am sorry that your first chapter was told for you.”

I pulled away from him, taking his head in my hands, wiping away the tears that streamed down his face, aware of the growing wetness on my own. “But Andrew, I have to tell you. I am immensely proud of you.” I gave him a quick kiss before adding, “Do you know how hard it is to stand up to the most important people in our lives and tell them something so personal like that? It takes real bravery to do that, especially in the face of someone so filled with hate like her.”

“But kiddo, I really am worried about Hunter. I know I said he deserved it, but he’s still my son and I do love him. I know he’s got a good heart, but I think I fucked up for good this time.”

“Sir, you said it yourself, he might be a bit lost, but he’s still a good person underneath it all. I just think it will take time for him to get used to all this.”

He looked up at me once more, but he got a pained look in his eye before pulling away and cried even harder, “And now I’m probably gonna lose you too,” he sobbed, pulling himself away from me.

“Sir, you couldn’t lose me no matter how hard you tried. I love you and we’re stuck together whether you like it or not,” I said, laughing through my own tears a bit.

He didn’t match my laughter as he spoke, “Charlie, they’re moving me again. I’m getting transferred to New York at the end of the month. I got the call on the way home and I just couldn’t tell you. It was selfish, I know, but I was just so happy after out perfect weekend. I didn’t wanna ruin it. Not that it mattered anyways.”

The news hit me hard, but I was resolute. “Andrew, I already told you, you aren’t losing me. We’ll just figure it out as we go, okay?”

“Ha, sure. What are you gonna do, follow me to New York?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“You know what, sure. Fine,” he said in a huff, the anger and frustration evident in his voice. “Charlie, you wanna uproot your whole life and follow me to a new job in a city where you know absolutely no one?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Andrew stopped his crying and looked up at me. “What?”

“Yes, I’ll move to New York with you.”

“Kiddo, I didn’t really mean it. You can’t leave your life here.”

I laughed at that point, “Andrew, what life do you think I’m leaving behind? I’ve got no job, no friends here, and the only family I have would be slapping me silly if I let the love of my life get away from me,” I grabbed him by the shoulders this time, forcing him to really look at me. “Sir, I will go wherever you go, as long as you’ll have me.”

He leaned forward, planting a passionate, deep, longing kiss on my lips as he wrapped his arms around me. “Shit, Charlie, you’ve got no idea how much I love you, kid.”

“I do, sir. Believe me, I do. Now, how about I help you feel a bit better and then we get you in a nice warm shower. I’ll even let you pick the movie afterwards, deal?

He smiled through his tear-stained face, bringing back the warmth I’d gotten so used to. “You’re on, boy.”

***

“Charlie, I know you said this would help me relax, but I gotta be honest, I’m just not seeing it…”

Andrew currently hovered over me on the bed, wearing just his tight jockstrap and lording his hairy, beefy body over me. I sat on my back below him, arms stretched out to the side and bound to the posts at the head of his bed. I’d brought a bit of silken rope with us to Atlanta, as we’d found out over the past few weeks that we both thought it was exciting to have a guy tied up during sex, but had yet to try it out ourselves.

“Sir, I know what just happened was very painful and you lost control over something I know was deeply important to you. So tonight, I’m giving you complete control over me,” I said, instinctively trying to reach out my hands to caress his chest to comfort him. Looking him deep in the eye, I just simply said, “Do whatever you want to me, daddy. I’m here for you.”

Andrew hesitated for just a moment, the pain of tonight’s events echoing across his features, mixed with the lust and love I saw behind his eyes before he said, “Alright boy, I will.”

He immediately sprung into action, leaning forward on the bed and giving me a deep kiss. I felt his tongue fight its way deeper in my mouth, seeking out my own as he groaned deeply, and the vibrations felt nice as they traveled down my throat. The scratch and friction from his beard meeting the thick stubble on my own face sent a tingle of warmth down my whole body, shivering up my already hard cock and I moaned as it demanded attention. But I shoved those thoughts away as tonight wasn’t about me.

Andrew slowed down the passionate kiss and gently pulled away, a heat and intensity in his eyes as he moved up further on my body, his thick thighs now planted on either side of my chest. I felt the hair on his ass through the bands of the jockstrap tickling my nipples, as he brought his armpit up to my face, and with his other hand shoved me in deeper. I went to work, licking his sweaty, hairy pits with a reverent fervor, worshipping my boyfriend. I could feel my own saliva mixing with his sweat as it was spread across my face with every movement I made. Each kiss, lick, and sniff embedding me further in the deep musky scent Andrew had been collecting for me all day. After a few minutes, he moved on and I continued my duty on his other pit, straining against my bonds, as I longed to reach out and stroke the rest of his body as I went.

He pulled away after quite some time, “Fuck boy, your face is covered in my sweat. But I bet you like that huh, don’t you sport?”

I gave a small smile, “Guilty as charged, daddy.”

“Well here, why don’t I give you some more, son,” he said, before turning around and shoving his jockstrap covered ass in my face. I think that last night must have really opened him up to new experiences and I was all too happy to oblige, as I leaned and strained forward a bit, planting my face in his ass. The layer of hair here tickled a bit as it moved over every inch of my face, and I suppressed a shudder through my body from both the tickling sensation, as well as the overwhelming amount of pleasure I was feeling from servicing Andrew. I ran my tongue along his hole, egged on by the faint whimpers I heard coming from him. It was a bit difficult to focus though, as he had started panting as I ate him out, and the hot breath from him enveloped my dick, as I began to leak copious amounts of precum.

I could feel the drooling liquid slowly drip down the side of my cock before I felt Andrew slowly take the tip of my cock in his mouth, gently kissing and licking around the slit as he went. I moaned deeply into his ass, and I pulled out for a second to warn Andrew. “Daddy, I’m so close. If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”

He gave another long, drawn-out lick to my cock before replying, “Oh, I know boy,” and he quickly drew his head away from my cock and moved his whole body away from me. The sudden weight off my chest was at once a relief and a great disappointment, only made worse by the fact that I couldn’t reach out and pull him back to me.

“I think it’s time I lose this, don’t you think boy,” he said, slowly teasing the jockstrap down his furry legs. All I could do was slowly nod as I drank in the sight of his magnificent body before me. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw the small patch of grey hair on his chest, thinking back to how he used to be so self-conscious of it, but he now presented it to me with a sense of confidence and pride.

“Here, why don’t you hold on to it for me, son,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face as he balled up the sweat soaked jockstrap and moved it towards my face. Seeing where this was going, I silently opened my mouth to accept it from him and the flavors and scents of Andrew exploded in my mouth. I closed my eyes as a rush of euphoria came over me and I nearly bucked off the bed as I squirmed in pleasure before I felt Andrew place his hands on my hips and settle me down.

“Fuck boy, you’ve got it bad for me, don’t you? Well here, how about I help you out with this,” he said as he gave a slight smack to my rigid cock. I felt the spray of precum fly across my chest from the sudden impact and gave a whimper through my gagged mouth. Andrew then reached up and placed both of my legs behind his neck and with little preamble, shoved his cock inside me. I gave a grunt of pain, as the only lube I’d gotten was the bit of precum Andrew himself was leaking, but it slowly subsided, as if my body knew exactly how much I wanted this.

Andrew was rocking his hips forward, sending his cock deep inside me and in seconds was hitting my prostate, sending waves of hot, explosive pleasure throughout my body. I’d clearly worked him up a lot too ,as I could feel from his rigid posture that he was on the edge of cumming. I tried to hold out for a bit longer, but the pressure inside me, mixed with the comforting sensation of Andrew running his hands up and down my suspended thighs was too much and I gave in. Shot after shot of cum rained down on my chest, coating me in the sticky warmth that felt amazing in contrast with the now cooled sweat that still covered my face. Just behind me, I felt Andrew empty his load with one final thrust inside. I knew my hole must be milking him hard, as I came down from the high of my own orgasm.

We both caught our breath for a second before he reached up and gently took the underwear from my mouth. His hand moved over and cupped my cheek, before he leaned in and gave me a tender kiss. I was afraid that after what had happened earlier, he’d be upset and I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right call by trying to distract him in bed, but the look he gave me revealed the truth. His eyes showed all the love he felt for me and I knew mine reflected the same right back at him. I had no idea what the next few weeks would look like, with us moving away, but it was clear that no matter what, we would face it together.