Page 74 of Charlie Sunshine
His face brightens. “So much. Thank you, Misha.”
“You’re welcome.”
He turns back to the stage as the actors return, and I settle back on my rented cushion. I still don’t understand one fucking bit of what’s going on. During the first few scenes, I’d thought about work to make the evening pass quicker, but the atmosphere of the place has worked its magic on me. That, and the pleasure of watching Charlie’s face—his expression is lit up, completely absorbed with the performance . I would sit on hard benches for an eternity for that alone.
Twilight fades to night above the thatched roof of the theatre and the multicolored paper streamers strung above us rustle in the breeze. Shakespeare’s words float out into the night air, and slowly I relax even more.
Charlie leans forward for a moment, and as his jacket rides up, I catch a glimpse of black lace above his chinos. I’ve seen little flashes of the lace throughout the night, and its inspired a constant state of low-simmering arousal. Now the sight of that dark band against his sleek olive skin has my cock stiffening fully. I reach out and run one finger down his back and he shudders imperceptibly before looking back at me. His eyes have darkened, and as I watch he bites his lip.
For a long second we stare at each other and then he leans back. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he whispers.
I shudder at the feel of his warm breath on my ear. “Oh yes,” I say, trying for cool. “Thanks for telling me.”
He draws back, his face full of amusement. “No, I mean I’m going to thebathroom.”
Realisation dawns. “Oh God, yes,” I say, and a few people shush me. I grimace apologetically and give him a few minutes before making haste to follow him out.
I hold the door open to the Gents for a bloke and then slide in. The bathroom is empty and filled with the strains of some sort of supermarket music.
Charlie is loitering by the sinks. He grins when he sees me. “You took your time.”
“I thought I’d be discreet.”
“You?”
“Apparently I can do discretion now. It’s a surprise to even me.” I grin at him. “Do I get a prize?”
He winks, and before I can say anything, he drags me into one of the bathroom stalls, shutting and locking the door behind me. It’s a bit cramped, but the door goes down to the floor, which is invaluable if you’re fucking in public in a place that doesn’t happen to be a gay bar.
“Nice,” I say, grinning at him. “I treat you to first-row tickets and give you the night of your life, and how do you repay me? You bring me to a public toilet. It’s not exactly smooth, Charlie.”
He winks and removes his jacket, hanging it on the hook on the door. “I don’t want smooth,” he mutters. I swallow hard as I watch him slowly undo his belt and lower the zipper on his chinos. The skin of his lower abdomen is taut and golden. I know now that the sexy trail of hair there will flare out to a tidy bush around his cock.
His zipper falls open, and there’s a flash of black lace. “Oh shit,” I groan quietly. “Show me.”
He bites his lip, his face full of mischief, and I know I’m in for a scorching-hot sexual encounter. His naughtiness stuns me every time, and I love how free and open he is to doing anything. It makes me wonder at the idiots who came before me. How did they let him get away?
Then my thoughts spin away as he lowers his chinos, and I finallyget a full glimpse of his knickers. They’re sheer black mesh with some sort of pattern on the delicate fabric, and they’re piped with hot pink roses and ribbon. His cock is hard, and every lovely inch is on view, debauched beneath the delicate fabric, its ruddy head creating a spot of moisture and his balls distending the fabric below.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say hoarsely. I glance at his face and I’m happy to see his previous hesitation about wearing the knickers is gone. He’s glowing, his face alight with warm sensuality. “You’ve been teasing me all night, Charlie.”
He smiles slowly. “Maybe a little bit.”
“More than a little bit. Flashes here and there. Letting me see but never enough.”
He licks his lip and pivots slowly. A groan erupts from the back of my throat when I see his arse. A black mesh thong is burrowing into the crack of his arse, leaving the taut golden globes of his bum bare.
“God,” I say reverently. I fall to my knees.
“Misha,” he whispers.
I look up at him as I palm his arse cheeks. “We have to be very quiet,” I warn him. “I don’t want to end up being barred from the theatre.”
“I should hope not,” he whispers back. “They’re showingThe Taming of the Shrewnext month.”
I snort helplessly and rest my head against his arse. “Charlie,” I say helplessly. “Reciting the theatre timetable and making me laugh won’t get you fucked.”
He laughs softly, but I’m gratified when it turns into a stifled moan as I lick up the crack of his arse, bathing the delicate fabric in moisture. “Oh shit,” he says. “Ungh.”
