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It was a young night when the two magicians stumbled into the manor. It was new year’s day, of course it was. That day seemed to always be when he and John would meet up, have a drink or two. This day was special to them, so when Charles felt John’s hand around his waist he didn’t stop him. He never did. It was a shame that Charles only had the confidence to touch the man when he had a drink in him.
He’s led to the bedroom, a nice feathery bed greeting them, with an odd amount of pillows. He never understood how the man could sleep with so many pillows. Wasn’t it suffocating? He doesn’t have an answer, doesn’t really care about that as John’s fingers are around his tie.
John pulls the tie undone, the fabric working its way to the floor despite Charles' protests. He’s rewarded with a kiss as an apology.
Charles doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of kissing John. He tasted like Caporals and liquor most of the time, but something about it was so John that he didn’t care. It was a quick kiss, one that left Charles leaning after him.
He sighs dramatically as the fellow magician pulls back to grab some items from his nightstand. Petroleum jelly mostly, but he grabs a candle to ‘set the mood’ as he’s been told before. Charles has commented on many occasions that he barely remembers the candle, but John never wants to hear it.
“You act like I’ve abandoned you for war, dear fellow.”
“Don’t bring that up now,” Charles insisted, not wanting to think of how he referred to John as selfish for the action. He’s certain that the man hadn’t even received his letter he’d sent.
“I tease, dear boy. Come now, we’ve got business to attend to.” John lets out a hearty chuckle as he begins to unbutton his suit jacket. Charles likes Fogg’s hands. He always thought they were beautiful and delicate. They were strong too, but something tells him these hands were sculpted to release him from any kind of trap. Like how he releases his bare skin to the cold air.
Charles shivers just a bit, but he’s warmed up soon by a warm mouth to his collar bone. He bites his lip, careful to not seem too eager. He wants to be devoured by the man on top of him. He couldn’t let John know that however, couldn’t seem too wanting, too smothering on the man who clearly lived a life of free exploration.
He doesn’t wish to bound him with no escape. Not again, not when he almost killed the poor bastard.
He’s brought back into the current moment as teeth press into his delicate skin. He grips the man’s hair out of instinct, his breathing heavy as he looks down at the man. His eyes are lidded, and he’s certain his face is as red as a tomato. Curse his pale skin, and his inability to keep his expression solid.
“Don’t know where you went there for a second, but I want you here with me, okay?”
“Okay,” Charles whispers quietly. He can do that. If only for tonight.
John smiles at him, before he kisses the spot he’d bitten into. He trails down the man’s chest gently licking at his nipple for just a moment before peppering kisses the rest of the way down to his trousers. Charles breathes heavily, hand still in John’s curly hair as he watches him work.
“My dear fellow, you must know that you’re very attractive when you’re holding back your noises.” John comments as his fingers work once again. He undoes the button of his pants, slowly sliding his pants down his legs and flinging them off into a different corner.
“You’ve said once or twice,” Charles comments as he rolls his eyes. Sometimes he couldn’t stand how sickly sweet John could be. Then again, perhaps he was like this with everyone he’s ever slept with. Charles tries not to wonder how many other women or men he’s been with.
“Don’t be crude, Chambers,” John chuckles as he presses his hand against the man’s dick. It causes Charles to whine against the lip he’s been abusing. “You know how many times we’ve done this? Not very often, and I like to get the most out of it that I can.”
Right. John did like to get the most out of anything he was doing before moving on to something else. He’s done that with his career, and he’s also done it with love. This was just like that, so Charles calms down. He remembers that John didn’t love him like Charles loved him.
Charles groans as John continues to rub his hand against his covered dick. His hips jerk forwards as Charles grabs the magician's hair, pulling the curls closer to his crotch. He wants the man to move faster, to get inside of him so he can feel him for days to come.
“Johnnn,” He whines when the man still doesn’t move on.
“Shhhh, let me enjoy this, the way you move is intoxicating,” John laughs, his breathing slightly strained from the grip on his hair. He moves his mouth forward, kissing the fabric as Charles lets out some more soft whines and pleas.
At some point, John decides to pity the man and decides to finally unbutton his boxers. He also throws the boxers elsewhere, clearly deciding none of his clothes deserve to be in the same spot. It didn’t bother Charles, especially since his dick was sprung to life next to John’s face. There’s a hungry smile on the man’s face as he kisses the tip and slowly starts to lick around his dick.
Charles groans again, feeling that his soul was ascending as John finally gets his mouth on him. His hand stays in his hair, pulling and releasing as he sees fit. He really whines as the man pulls off of him, a sad noise releasing as John fully pulls away.
“Let me take off my clothes too, fellow. It’s not fair if you’re the only one naked,” John snorts as he quickly undoes his suit jacket, button-up, and undershirt and throws them all on the same pile. Ridiculous.
His trousers are quickly next, but he leaves his boxers on as he crawls over him again, grabbing the jelly from the nightstand and sticking some on his hand. His other hand pushes Charle’s legs up and out of the way, almost folding the man. His finger slowly encircles his entrance, causing Charles to buckle and shift in a way that was super embarrassing for the man.
“Yes, just- take your time.” He complains as John still doesn’t enter him.
“I’m admiring how you squirm from the lightest of touches.”
Charles whimpers as he looks at John from his precarious position on the bed. Something in John’s gaze flickers as their eyes meet and it doesn’t take him much longer to finally insert a finger inside of him. Charles groans at the protrusion, his hands twitching as he grips the bed sheets.
“You're still as tight as last time, do tell me you only do this once a year,” it was clear that the man was joking, but Charles could only feel shame at how clearly he read him.
Charles doesn't answer him, which earns him a deeper finger and a shocked gasp.
“You're joking, a striking gentleman as yourself, a bachelor. You don't mess around with other young men or women?” John's astonishment doesn't help his deep embarrassment. It actually makes him feel ashamed.
“I don't think it'd be fair for me to date a young person when I myself am not young.” Charles doesn't meet his eyes.
“Your body says otherwise,” he points out as he inserts another finger. Charles pants slightly and shakes his head. “Don't deny me, Chambers. You're just as lithe and stretchable as years ago. If you were the age you were meant to be, I'm certain you wouldn't even last a minute.”
John was right, of course he was. However he barely lasts nowadays. Is it because of how solemn he does this? Or perhaps it's because of John's expertise that he struggles to hold it in. He's not certain, but he'd like to believe it's the latter.
When Charles doesn't answer, John decides to focus on his work. His fingers reach deep as he slowly and methodically stretches the man out. Charles’ certain his legs were beginning to cramp with the way they were spread.
John adds another finger, as his other hand pushes his leg up and against his chest. The magician's hands reach deeper as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of him.
Charles bucks his hips, a whimper leaving his lips at how lovely the feeling was. He pulls on the sheets, begging internally that Fogg get on with it.
“Alright, alright. You know, you are quite the impatient man.”
Ah. Perhaps he'd begged out loud. Embarrassing.
“Only because it's you,” Charles admits, and he can feel the gaze John returns to him. It was suffocating, like John wanted to say something, but they didn't. They never do. So Charles keeps his small admiration and love short. As to not scare the man away.
John lets his leg go. Charles watches as he undoes his boxers before sliding them off and away. His dick glistening with pre, how excited he must be to get to be inside him. The idea sends a shiver down his spine.
John makes sure that his boxers also land in the same pile before he returns to his partner. He leans in for a quick kiss, once again leaving Charles wanting more. He always wanted more with Fogg.
“You wanna be on your back or your stomach?” John asks as his fingers trail down his arm, tracing the lichtenberg scars that they both shared.
“I don't mind either way,” Charles answers.
“I wanna see your face,” John admits as he positions himself on top of the man. He presses his hand against his heart, exactly when the lichtenberg scars fiddle out. He brushes the skin there before kissing his chest.
It all felt too romantic to him, so Charles gently pressed his knee against John's prick. Just to cause some sort of reaction of out the man.
John groans as he pulls back, “Right. I'll take the hint.” He laughs softly before he coats his dick in jelly.
He lines himself up with Charles' entrance, humming softly to himself as he presses his tip against his hole. “You ready for this, dear?”
Charles nods, he's never been so sure of anything.
When they're joined together Charles feels like his entire body will explode. Having John in him was intoxicating as a sweet drink or a pack of cigarettes.
There's a mix of noises between the two as John thrust in and out. There was skin on skin, Charles' soft moans muffled almost by John's grunts. Their breathing is almost intermixed, a harmony of sounds of the purest form of love.
John grips Charles hips and begins to increase his pace. Charles could tell he was beginning to get close to release. He always could by the way his thrusts got erratic, and his breathing heavier.
“John,” Charles gasps out as the man hits deep inside of him. “Yes, right there! Good lord.”
John smiles stupidly as his hand moves to help Charles chase after his own release.
For a few moments everything is just a blissful haze, and the next moment Charles can feel himself coming onto John's hands. A high needy whine leaves his throat as he twitches and shakes into his orgasm.
John pulls out before he finishes himself off on Charles' stomach, the stickiness a bit unsettling. However the look on John's face as he released was enough to drive Charles mad. His chest heaves as he sits up and drags the man into a deeper kiss.
It surprises John, but the two of them envelop one another. Before they can become crusty, John leaves and soon returns with a washrag and a bowl of water.
John quietly cleans him up, this moment in time felt almost too intimate. The affection that John was showing made Charles heart race.
Charles’ hand lays in the man's hair, feeling the soft curls encapsulating his scalp. He gently scratches at the man's scalp, watching as a warm smile reaches his lips. Charles can't help but feel his heart clench at the sight.
John was so bright, so radiating that Charles was scared he'd dull him out. That he'd domesticate that wild spirit and ruin what makes John who he is.
He's scared.
Charlie is scared of losing him and being alone forever. He's afraid of John finding out how boring he is, how scared he is of everything new, and that he's not anything like he thought he was.
John grabs a sleeping gown for the two of them, and they're quickly beginning their descent into slumber. Well, at least John is, his breathing steadying out as he dreams of what Charles can only hope is good things.
As his partner lies next to him Charles leaves the bed, grabs his clothes from across the room and slowly begins to assemble himself to leave. He knows he shouldn't, leaving never did either of them any good. However, the idea of John telling him he thinks he loves him scares him. He can't trap him in chains again. He can't ruin his life for the second time. Not when he had everything he could ever want.
Charles has always been solitary, perhaps one day that would change, but for today, today he leaves.
John would wake up to an empty bed, and a note explaining how Charles had to go to London for a week. Charles would live that week in a solitary depression. Too scared to grow fond of people he can't grow old with.
Charles is a scared man.