a young boy trying to be loved.

CHARLES DEAN ANDREWS. Charlie for the friends, not so for the rest of people. 27 years old, born in Canada, I went down to America to live the life I want, and honestly, I can't complain. I'm pretty much happy right now.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: eyes closed tight as she moved against him she didn't even bother answering his question. As funny as it was she was too wrapped in her feelings and thoughts of not being with him to care. She was going to miss him, the comfort he gave her, the sense of belonging, the feeling of being wanted. All that was something she wasn't going to feel in person for a long time. Gripping onto the back of the sofa she continued using her knees now focusing more on her pleasure. Small whimpers escaped her as she continued a slow and steady pace. Poking her ass out more just to give Charlie more to grab she moaned into his ear when he hit spots deeper inside her. Pulling her body closer to his she moved her hands to his back, her chest moving near his face as she moved slowly. "Right there." She waited a moment letting his tip press against her sweet center. Sighing she buried her head into the crook of his neck.

Charlie: lowered his head and buried his face on her breasts when they were bouncing so close to his face, giving him one of the views he wanted to see before she left for New York. If there was something he was going to do now he didn't have to go to work that weekend, was spending time with her, and by that, sex was always one of the ways to do so. He didn't care about the sex part, but he would lie if he said he didn't want to have as much sex as they could. Charlie groaned against her chest and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, his tongue playing against her bud, pulling it out of his mouth with a sonore 'pop' before Raquel buried her head on his neck, taking her words as a sign to speed up the rhythm and fuck her faster, as deep as possible and harder. "Fuck," he moaned out, digging his nails on her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard as he kept thrusting into her, probably leaving a mark there.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: only the heavy breathing and noises of her kiss filled the room. Him stating something she already knew only made her more emotional. Her need growing even more she bit against his skin. All of her worries about whether or not they could make it through this, or whether she had to choose between the love of her life and her job all disappeared. Her palms rested on his shoulders as she continued her teasing Pushing him further into the couch cushions she let her hands towards his pants. The work pants that only seemed to accentuate his ass and that drove her crazy needed to come off next. Slipping her hands out of her bra straps she looked into his eyes. Just taking his jeans and boxers down enough o expose him she stroked his cock. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she smiled teasing her clit with his tip. Simply moving her panties to the side she captured his lips with hers, groaning as he pushed deeper inside her. Setting a slow pace she hoped he would follow her lead, at least going slow and savoring the moments she knew they wouldn't have very many of if she were to get the role.

Charlie: let out a groan as he was pushed further into the cushions and let his hands slid up her sides, pulling her top over her head and taking off her bra, throwing them carelessly somewhere in the living room. "Are you talking about me or my cock?" he teased as he watched her stroke him, eliciting a groan from him that was muffled by her lips on his. Charlie sucked on her bottom lip and moaned when she sank onto him, kissing her harder as he started to thrust into her slowly at the same pace she dictated. "Babe," he moaned out when he broke the kiss to breathe, looking at the gorgeous woman he had on top of her. He pulled her closer by her ass whenever he thrusted into her so he could be deeper within her. There weren't going to be many moments like this if she were to get the role, so he was going to make it last as long as possible during this weekend.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: scrunching her nose she still listening to him talk about the sex he was thinking about. "Definitely addicted." Even while he was on the phone she didn't stop. Her kisses were more gentle than before, some tenderness showing in her kiss. The entire minute he was on the phone her heart fluttered. This man was calling off work just to be with her. Smiling as she added more pressure into his lap she snuck in another kiss to his lips. "Oh, really? Now we can have sex." Resting completely on his lap she didn't care that her skirt was hitched near her hips. Fluttering her eyes closed she kissed him, her tongue pushing past his lips. "Then. if. we're gonna have sex... This has to go." Tugging his shirt off she ran her nails against his bare chest. Hands tangling in his hair she tugged at the strands as she continued against his pulse point. "I love you." Her hips ground into his causing more friction against her clit and teasing him at the same time.

Charlie: smiled into that kiss. "Yes, we can," he mused before pulling her closer, helping her to get on top of him and placing his hands on her sides, sliding them down her body until they were on her ass, groping it not so gently as they made out heavily. They only stopped to catch their breath and to help her get rid of his shirt, pulling it over his head before lying on his back again. "Fuck yes," he hissed when he felt her lips against his pulse point, leaving kisses there even harder. Charlie threw his head back to leave her more room and closed his eyes as his hands slid up her body and feeling the way her skin felt against his fingertips. He tugged her shirt up to her breasts and opened his eyes to look at her. "I love you too," he whispered as his hips ground into hers, grinding is half erected member against her core. "This needs to go too," he whispered as he unhooked her bra, licking his bottom lip in anticipation.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: Already her eyes narrowed at the thought of girls looking at him. Still she looked into those eyes and melted. "I trust you. Even without a shirt it doesn't matter because I know that you love me." She bit her lip smiling before shifting in his lap so that she could straddle him. Moving his hair she smiled. "How in the world did I get so lucky?" Hands now going towards the same shoulders that he had shrugged. Still as she smiled she quirked her brow. "Babe... you're already thinking about sex when I come back?" She placed her hands at his neck, rubbing against his soft skin. "Anyone who didn't already know you might call you a bit of a sex addict." Raquel bit her lip to suppress her giggle. "You could always just think about sex we could have now... Before I have to pack." Her voice became low as she leaned into his neck. Taking in the scent she knew she would miss she began at his pulse point.

Charlie: leaned back when she got closer so he was laying on his back, holding her hips and keeping her there from moving, straddling him and feeling already her heat against his leg. "No," he said, "not about sex when you're back. I'm thinking of all the sex will have when I visit you in whatever hotel room you're staying... think about all the sex we'll have to make up for all those lonely nights in which we'll only have our..." he spoke, but the words were caught in his throat when she put her lips on his neck, leaving kisses and even some bites there. "Babe," he groaned, moving his neck so she had room to keep going, closing his eyes for a second before turning his head to the coffee table, opening his eyes. "Wait a moment, babe," he said before he could reach for his phone, typing the bar's phone number. In less than a minute, Charlie manapged to get the weekend off to focus on Raquel and help her pack everything. "Okay, now we can have sex," he laughed as he propped his upper body on his elbows and looked at her with a grin on his lips.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: "We can do this," she repeated softly. Even if she didn't have the job yet his blind faith in her made her even more hopeful than before. "Are you teasing me?" She laughed while clutching at his shirt. "Because if I can't take you with me then I'm definitely talking your shirts. You'll be lucky if i leave you with any." She bit her lip while pressing her forehead onto his. "You're way more calm about this than I am," she whispered unsure why she was even stating what she was. "Why is it always me that's freaking out while you stay calm?" She hated how she had reacted, erratic when she could have stayed calm and thought things out rationally. "And you're definitely coming to New York. There's no way I can go weeks without you." Pulling herself closer she pressed a kiss against his cheek.

Charlie: "I hope you leave me any because then I'd have to work without any and all eyes? They will be on me while I'm mixing drinks," he teased her, knowing she was joking, looking into her eyes as they pressed their foreheads together, his eyes darting between hers and her lips, wanting to kiss her. "One of us has to be the calm one, isn't that true?" he said calmly. "Besides, I knew something like this would happen. You'd go away for a bit for a role while I'm here in LA waiting for you. I guess I was getting prepared for that." He let out a breath and shrugged. It was true. Charlie already pictured something like that, them being apart for professional reasons, and he couldn't deny that hurt him inside. He had to be calm about it, not only for himself, but also for her sake. If he was freaking out like Raquel was, this conversation would be worst. A smile appeared on his lips as soon as she said he would visit her there. "Me neither, that would be too much time without you," he turned his head and left a quick kiss on her lips, looking at them and then to her eyes while a smirk was formed on his lips, "and even if the idea of phone call and video calls to have sex sounds hot, nothing beats the sex after weeks of having none at all."

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: All that he said didn’t fall on deaf ears. She understood everything he was saying. While the logical part of her agreed, her heart didn’t. She nodded with her face still in his hands. “I just didn’t think that would mean me being away from you.” She again tried to catch her breath not letting herself cry. This was supposed to be a good thing. Her landing a lead role in a major film by a proper studio was huge. “I could never resent you.” Raquel’s heart already ached. “I love you.” She curled against him. She knew that when he said something there possibly was no convincing him otherwise. “We both know what it’s like to be away from each other.” Even if this wasn’t a break up she knew what it was like to not wake up next to him every day. “How am I supposed to sleep without /you/?”

Charlie: let out a sigh before talking again. "I guess we should have seen this coming..." He took a deep breath and let her talk, letting her get all of that off her chest before speaking again, holding her in his arms when she curled against him. "I love you too." He played with her hair, thinking of way they could be closer even if they were miles away and in different coasts. It was going to be hard to be away from her, but there were ways to get through it and make it easier, or at least he thought so. "I may not be sleeping next to you, but we can do this, babe," he reassured her, still playing with her hair to soothe her. "We can call each other, texts, video calls... and I could even take a weekend off to visit you in New York and spend the weekend there if that makes it easier." Charlie let out a sigh as he run his fingers up and down her back, trying to calm her down. "You can even take one of my shirts with you if that makes you feel better," he half joked, but he would do that if it made her feel better at night.

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: Of course she didn’t sxpect Charlie to tell her to stay. She knew that if there was anything that she knew for a fact, it was how supportive of a boyfriend he always was. That fact still didn’t change the fact that the wind was knocked out of her. “Babe, wait.” She moved closer already feeling the distance between them even when she was next to him. “You are my dream.” The love she hadn’t gotten as a child shaping what she wanted in a life partner. “Someone who supports me, someone who loves me the way you do. Someone to come home to — that’s my dream.” She reached for his shoulder. “I don’t know how long it can be. It can be days. Weeks.” She studied his features. The eyes she loved. It wasn’t a question of whether she would get the role. If she would fly out there would be no stopping her from landing the gig. “I’m scared. I’ve never really had a reason to stay.” She felt the lump in her throat. “I left for school and I didn’t need to look back because there was nothing here for me, but now....” she paused “I know what I can lose.”

Charlie: shook his head when she spoke about him being the reason why she would stay and he couldn't let that happen. He didn't want to be the reason why she didn't go to New York to get a great role in a movie. "No," he just said, "I don't really want you to stay because of me. I couldn't sleep knowing that you could be there making it in the Hollywood industry and you're not taking the opportunity because I'm here," he rambled about it, looking down and not keeping eye contact with her for a second. "I want you to go and make that film your bitch. We'll be fine, and I don't even think we'll get everything on time so this could take a month or so and I could wait until you're back." Charlie looked back at her, his hands cupping her face and this thumb brushing her cheek. "I don't want you to resent me later because of what you could be missing, you know? And I love you too much to let that happen," he spoke softly, looking into her eyes. "And wasn't that /our/ dream? Both of us making it in our thing?"

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: This was why she loved coming home. The fact that she had someone to come home to every night was the reason making any type of decision was difficult. “It went...” she wasn’t even sure how it went with what she was thinking. “Can we just sit down?” She looked over to the couch and loosened her hold around him. “I just need to talk to you about something.” She sat on the couch and took a breath. “The audition was really good.” She felt in her element, somehow putting just the right emotion and inflection she felt the scene called for. “They loved it and they called my agent ten minutes after I left.” It was the main reason why she had taken so long. The second meeting was with her agent. “They told Chris that they narrowed it down to two girls. Me and someone else.” She looked towards Charlie’s face to gage his reaction. Reaching for his hand she intertwined their fingers. “They want me to fly out to New York to audition for the director and then start filming right away if I get that part.” Now she couldn’t look at him. Instead she looked at their hands. “But I don’t have to go. I know what it means being away and not being here for the bar and just everything. I told them I needed to figure some things out before I gave them a decision.”

Charlie: sat down on the couch next to her, his eyes on her all the time to pay attention to what she had to say. A smile appeared on his lips when she said the audition went very well and that she was one of their two options, but that smile disappeared when she mentioned she had to travel to New York, and if she was going to get the role, she would have to stay there for longer. Charlie knew this moment would happen sooner or later. "Oh," he just said before down at their hands and how they fitted perfectly. He was silent, letting the news sink in before any words came out of his mouth. "You have to go, babe. I don't know for how long will you be away but you can't let your dream pass in front of you and do nothing," he looked back at her and lifted her chin. "You should go."

[charlesandrews]

I want crazy || Rarlie

Raquel: cutting the engine of her rented car she took a deep breath before opening the door. The meeting she had just had taken would have been considered good news. She had apparently killed it at the audition but her agent wanted more. Still in any situation her mind drifted back to Charlie. Sure their relationship was more stable than it had ever been, and now with the impending "closing" of their bar. Her bunch of keys making a loud noise she felt a small weight come off her shoulders as soon as she stepped through the door. She knew that eventually she would have to return the car in a few hours, but now she was starting to think she could just extend her rental for a few hours if needed. Kicking off her heels she continued stepping through the house going straight to Charlie. Now she was home. Reaching for his sides she finally let out a breath. "Hi, baby." Even the way she said the two words sounded heavier than usual. Still she smiled fondly at her boyfriend, reaching up to his cheek before standing on her toes to give him a kiss.

Charlie: was a bit scared after that mysterious text. He wondered what could she be talking about and if it had to do with her audition, like she said, were they good or bad news? He was going to find out as soon as she arrived home anyways, but he couldn't help but worry about it and hope it was good news. He was looking for some information on the internet for the bar, looking for inspiration and ideas to decorate the local, when he heard his girlfriend opening the door, her keys making a loud noise that made him close his laptop and stand up. "Hey babe," he greeted her while walking towards the door, smiling at her when she reached for his sides and stood on her toes to kiss her. "How did it go?" he asked, already wanted to know if she crushed it like he hoped she did. Charlie had a lot of faith on her.

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: I’ll be home in 10.

Raquel: yeah a little bit.

Charlie: okay.

Charlie: the mystery is killing me, but i guess i can wait 10 minutes.

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: I don’t know what it is yet but I love you and it’s just somethin we have to talk about before I make any kind of decision.

Charlie: sounds really important. i hope it's nothing bad, but if we talk about it, let's do that. are you coming home or...?

Charlie: is it about the audition, babe?

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: okay.

Raquel: it’s just better if we talk in person.

Charlie: i'm starting to worry, is it bad or...?

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: hey babe, do you have time before work? I just need to talk to you about something and I think it’ll just be better in person.

Charlie: yeah, i don't start until later, what's up? do i have to worry?

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: I like this plan. You having your tongue on me. Fucking me while I moan your name. It’s just the right distraction I need.

Charlie: i thought you wanted to focus, but even if you have an audition, you need to relax

Charlie: and i don't think there's a better way to relax you than my tongue on you, tasting every bit of you

[charlesandrews]

Text: Casey ⇄ Charlie

Casey: eh that depends on Raquel. It would have been an accident. Like oops I made him suffer as much as humanly possible I meant to make his murder quick and painless.

Charlie: i'll make sure that won't have to happen, i promise

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: I love you so much.

Raquel: You're not going to the bathroom. Not unless I'm coming with you and we're having shower sex. The love of my life just said that I'm his motivation and makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm not letting you leave our bed.

Charlie: i love you

Charlie: well, if you say i'm not going to the bathroom to masturbate after making out for practice, then i won't leave our bed until we've had several orgasms

[charlesandrews]

Text: Raquel ⇄ Charlie

Raquel: I motivate you?

Raquel: baby that's so sweet.

Raquel: I'm re thinking the whole no sex tonight thing. Or at least we can do like a really steamy make out scene. I think there has to be one in this script. You'd be helping me get into character.

Charlie: yeah, you do. you're the reason why am i working hard to make sure we have a future

Charlie: ooooh we could do that. i'm sure there will be some in that movie, so what's better than help you get into character? i'm in

Charlie: i don't mind having to go to the bathroom afterwards if you don't really want to have sex