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2:42 AM on a Thursday
Dennis stared at the drunken man sitting next to him on the couch. Charlie could usually hold his drugs and liquor as well as the rest of them, but the kid seemed to be going particularly hard on the substances tonight, drifting in and out of near-unconsciousness periodically. Mac sat at Dennis' other side, blabbering on about how the weirdly homoerotic action movie they're watching is the most masculine and genius movie of all time, but Dennis had tuned him out a while ago. He was fixed on Charlie, the way he kept twitching and unknowingly leaning on Dennis' shoulder. It was getting late, even for them, and he knew Charlie would have to sleep off the night's bad choices in his and Mac's apartment. This wouldn't be out of the ordinary; the guys have been sleeping on each other's floors and couches since high school, but Dennis had something special in mind tonight.
Charlie giggled at something Mac said, which then sent him rolling onto Dennis' lap. He was totally incoherent, drifting off yet again...Dennis decided now was the right time. "Okay, buddy, I think it's time we get you to bed," He looked into Charlie's drooping eyes as he lifted him up to a seated position, carefully standing them both up with the smaller man draped over his arm. "Oh, you can crash on the couch, Charlie! No offense, dude, but I don't want you throwing up on my bed again," Mac jutted in, standing up as well. Dennis was quick to make an excuse, "Nahhh, he can crash on my bed tonight, right Char? I don't mind." It was obviously rhetorical. Charlie was in no state to answer for himself, and Dennis had already made up his mind. Mac looked confused, but ultimately dismissed it, thankful he wouldn't be the one to deal with his friend's inevitable mess. He headed to his own bedroom, neither of the more sober men bothering to clear the pizza boxes and beer bottles from the long-abused coffee table. Dennis spoke low and soft to Charlie, "Don't worry, bud, I'll take care of you."
He laid his friend down on the queen-size bed, making sure to lock the door behind him. Charlie quickly made himself at home, grabbing Dennis' pillow and contorting himself into a position that must've somehow been comfortable, as he started to fall asleep before Dennis could even offer him pajamas. He grinned looking down at him, so small and so tragically easy to take advantage of. He slipped off the sweater he'd been wearing, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Charlie was in an easy enough position to start working his jeans down too, so he got to it. Dennis went slow, making sure that his friend was completely out, lest he wake him up before getting what he wanted. Once Charlie's jeans were down to his knees, Dennis positioned him to lay on his stomach, pushing his own pants and boxers off the rest of the way, then taking his place between the boy's legs. Dennis felt his excitement growing, the danger of what he was about to do making his heart race and his hands shake. His dick was growing harder by the second, aching for some friction. He started rutting against Charlie's barely-clothed ass, gasping softly, careful not to get too excited too fast. Charlie was completely limp, not a sound coming out of him. Blissfully unaware.
Dennis frantically pulled Charlie's boxers down, scrunching up the fabric in his hand as he rutted against skin, precum dripping onto his victim's ass. Dennis slipped himself further down, prodding against his friend's cunt. He definitely wasn't quite wet, but Dennis couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed either side of Charlie's hips and spat onto his cunt, hoping the small amount of lubrication would work well enough. He held the base of his cock with one hand, rubbing against Charlie until he could start to enter him with a bit more ease. It was a tight fit, but with one rough thrust he was balls-deep in Charlie's pussy. He moaned quietly, not wanting to alert Mac in the other room. Charlie spasmed for a split-second, but appeared to still be asleep. Dennis silently thanked the boy for being such a fucking junkie. He started to thrust in and out, slowly finding a rhythm. It was addicting. He was no stranger to questionable sexual situations, of course, but the fact that he was doing this to one of his best friends was really giving him a rush. His thrusts got faster and deeper. He held back his moans. Dennis was so elated that he almost didn't notice when Charlie started to rouse from his slumber. "D-Den? Whas happen'ng?" the boy slurred, confused and barely conscious. Dennis placed a hand on his head, petting and then pushing down, "Shh, shh, it's okay, I'll take care of you. Keep quiet, bud, I'm so close." Charlie started to regain his senses, the familiar feeling of being pinned down like this so many years ago. He started to panic, but unable to fully express it. "S-stop, stoppit, don't wannit-" tears started running from his blue-green eyes. Dennis only pushed Charlie's head further into the pillow, fixated on approaching completion. "Shhh, be a good boy, Char, almost there." Charlie sobbed into the pillow, trapped underneath his attacker. Dennis dug his nails into Charlie's scalp and hip respectively, thrusting so hard into him now that the bedframe creaked against the wall. He suddenly tensed up, holding Charlie still, as he pumped his seed deep into the other's cunt. Dennis breathed heavy, riding out the orgasm and feeling oh-so complete. The man beneath him shook with sobs, tensing up as Dennis pulled out of him.
Dennis pulled up Charlie's jeans, not bothering to clean the boy up. He shucked his own sweater and then his boxers back on. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Charlie's temple, making him tense up again. Dennis climbed into the bed next to him, not a worry in his mind.
"Charlie?"
"H-Hm?," he choked out.
"Don't throw up on my fucking sheets, okay?"
"Y-yeah."
Dennis drifted off soundly, and Charlie laid for hours, mulling over his options. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?