[ So I have a mini fanfiction I wrote between me and my friend's OC from out Monster of the Week campaign and this is the only place I can put it so HERE ]
Acker placed the glass down and looked at it for thr first time since he has been here. His head felt a little foggy, but it adjusted itself quickly with familiarity. Yes. Of course he is here. He was making a joke over at Charles, that's right, the both of them at the bar like usual to get some alone time. Acker smiled to himself when he looked Charles' way, listening to his soft laugh.
Two things he drank in, much like the beer in his glass, but savored.
Acker gulped quietly when he felt his friend lean against him, hearing Charles' soft voice in a purr as he spoke. What it was that he heard or what Charles said, he didn't know. He just knows that he's smiling and he liked what he heard. The both of them enjoyed each other, the air between them familiar yet something felt added. The warmth wasn't ignored, and Charles' touch felt like an embrace to his senses.
They were looking at each other.
Charles held Acker's hand. He leaned close again, Acker tilting his head to listen. Again... he didn't hear, but he knows he agreed. The glass lowered on the bar table.
Acker's keys were placed down on the counter as Charles pressed himself against him, towering him. Whether it was the fog, or the fact that his friend had him trapped against the counter, Acker was feeling a delightful heat at his face. They kissed. It felt natural even if there wasn't taste, but it was immediate in bringing home that they both wanted to for awhile. He knew it. Charles knew it. God it was about time. It was about damn time. With every kiss it was another wave of heat and he felt himself tugging at fabric.
It felt eager. He didn't mean to be. Though, all Acker felt were his kisses on his neck and lips again, Charles not minding. He even smiled against him. Acker felt lighter, taking one step back and found his head resting against his pillow. Charles smiled down at him. Acker grinning.
Acker didn't feel an inch of embarrassment with how immediate he listened and leaned closer to meet his lips, Charles pressing him down against the bed again. There came that fog. Normally, he thinks, he'd wonder if this was... was this too fast? Does Charles want it this fast? Did he....
Acker felt a shock coming over him, making a pleased sound when he felt chills shoot through him. Fabric was tugged and pulled off of him and he felt Charles' lips over him. He couldn't think, only knew it is happening, running his fingers through blond hair as he closed his eyes.
Acker opened his eyes, everything still with the morning light peeking through his blinds. He felt his senses coming back, like a reminder on how everything was supposed to feel. Instead of whatever sweetness he thought he tasted, it was a sourness that lingered on his tongue. His right arm felt numb.
Acker sighed, grumbled, then ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes. There was still a Phantom of what he dreamed of, then after a few moment he was back to feeling nothing but the bed and lack of company.