Unexpected Love

Chapter 4

When Charles woke up in the morning Erik was still asleep. He was asleep now though; not unconscious. That could be told by his breathing. Charles figured the poor thing was totally exhausted and wouldn’t wake up yet in a few hours, so he got dressed and went to the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

But Erik did wake up only a few minutes after Ces les left, and what woke him up was the pain. He slowly opened his not-swollen eye, and expected to find himself in his ordinary room “at home”, but that was not where he was. This was a soft bed, not a mattress, and the room was large, elegant and tidy.

Then he remembered. Charles. The rape last night. The heroin injection. Everything. He was safe now. No one could hurt him while he was here.

Erik breathed a sigh of rf, bf, but that turned into a grimace of pain when he attempted to move. It felt like someone had stabbed a dagger up his rectum, or worse. It felt like… well, like he had been torn to shreds. Literally.

His face hurt too. His right eye was swollen shut, and his nose and jaw hurt whenever he tried to flex his facial muscles.

Ebegabegan to cry again. When did I become this miserable? he asked himself. What have I done to deserve this?

Charles returned a few minutes later and found him curled up and crying in the bed, very much awake. Wearing a robe, he sat down on the bed edge and gently started rubbing Erik’s thin back. He could feel every slender vertebra and most his ribs.

“Hi dear, how are you feeling?” he asked, even though he naturally already knew the answer.

“It hurts…down there…” Erik whimpere
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“I know. You’ve been stitched. I am sorry I had to do it, but it was required,” Charles explained. “I wish I could get my hands on the bastard that did this to you. He would deserve the same treatment himself.”

Erik silently agreed, but he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t the one to judge people.

“W you you like anything? Food? Water? Anything?”

“Something to drink, please…” Erik whispered. “And something for the pain… If you have.”

“Of course. I should have thought about it. Wait, and I’ll be back.”

Charles returned with two aspirins and a glass of cold water. With much effort and pain Erik managed to sit up, with Charles’ steady hand behind his back, and carefully swallowed the two tablets and drank the water up. His mouth felt dry, all of a sudden, and the water was welcome.

“Please Charles, hold me…” he pleaded, refusing to let go of the other man. “I don’t want to be alone. I beg you…”

“I will,” Charles promised and crawled down in the bed again, fully dressed. Erik pressed his thin, though not limp body against his and buried his head in the crook of Charles’ neck. Charles recalled he really should check on Erik’s wound and clean it with disinfectant, but that would have to wait. Right now Erik wanted to be held, and Charles couldn’t deny him that.

“You know what, Erik?” he said slowly. “You are going to stay here with me. I am not letting you go again, because I love you.”’

At that moment Erik was too drowsy and unfocused to really understand the meaning of those words, but Charles would tell him again, when he was feeling better. Now he could only think of getting rid of the pain and finding comfort in the kind man’s arms.

For three hours Charles remained still, holding Erik and soothing him with gentle words and caresses, until Erik finally managed to fall asleep again.

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Erik could not describe the relief he felt when Charles later told him he didn’t have to go back to working on the street. He really had no idea why Charles cared so much for him, and he certainly didn’t think he deserved it. Knowing he’d never be able to repay Charles for this, he often offered to do it the one way he knew; through sexual favours.

Charles couldn’t deny he wanted Erik, but he resolutely declined his offers until he knew Erik was fully recovered. He chose this, because he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if he hurt Erik now, when he was still healing.

Erik had really made an amazing recovery. He’d put on 20 lbs in just a month, and while he was still slim he no longer looked so frighteningly emaciated. His hollowed cheeks had begun to fill up and the dark s ars around his eyes were gone. Now Erik finally started to look like a real 19-year-old again for the first time in a long while.

And Charles loved watching him. He loved the sound of Erik’s voice, and his laughter. A few days after the brutal assault, Charles didn’t believe he’d ever hear Erik laugh again, but the young man proved him wrong. Being safe and sheltered, Erik quickly regained his spirits and in Charles’ company he felt like he could do anything. Now he wasn’t Erik the prostitute anymore; now he was Erik the human being.

They slept in the same bed every night, often without wearing anything except their bare skin. Charles loved the feeling of Erik’s slender, smooth body in his arms, and even though he still refused to have sex with him, it was still a great feeling just to hold him. He also liked the dark tuft that grew between Erik’s legs now when he no longer needed to shave his genitals.

But sex became inevitable at last, and they started slowly by pleasuring each other with their hands and mouths. Charles would never forget the moment when he for the first time took Erik’s penis into his mouth and gave the boy his first leisurely blowjob ever. Erik may have been skilled at giving oral sex, but he had never received any back, so this was a very special moment in his life as well.

Charles didn’t quite like the bitter, salty taste of Erik’s semen, but swallowing that was certainly worth the prize of seeing Erik’s face distorting in ecstasy.

Of course Charles felt exactly the same way when Erik did it to him, and it wasn’t only because of Erik’s technical skills. The dark-haired man was so passionate about it, and Charles was assured no one else could do it better.


Despite all, they still hadn’t had intercourse. Erik wanted to, claiming he had recovered and wanted to feel Charles in his body, but Charles claimed he wanted to wait until Erik’s mental wounds had healed as well, not just the physical ones. When they finally did it, it had to be heartfelt, not just a quick shoot.

One evening, about two months after the assault that nearly claimed Erik’s life, they both knew it was time. Charles had taken Erik out to dinner earlier, just to make everything as perfect and romantic as possible.

“Erik, are you sure?” Charles asked gently, when they were both sitting naked on the bed, kissing and stroking each other.

Erik chuckled. “Charles, I have done this before, as you may know. You are the one who should be anxious.”

“Yes, I know, dear, but we aren’t going to have sex now. We are going to make love. There is a huge difference.”

Charles cupped Erik’s beautiful slender face in his hands and looked deep into his pale blue eyes. He softly stroked his lover’s cheekbone with his thumb, whispering, “I would never hurt you. You know that, Erik, don’t you?”

Erik nodded. “But of course,” he said. “I know you could never hurt anyone, Charles. Least of al.”
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Charles looked down and could see that Erik already had a full erection. When he closed his hand around it he could feel it throbbing and a small drop of clear pre-come trickled down from the slit. In reply he brushed his thumb over the head, drawing a low moan out of Erik.

“Let’s get started,” he said and kissed his lover’s lips.

They parted, and Erik lay down on his back, figuring Charles wanted to see his face. That was absolutely correct. Charles wanted to see his lover’s beautiful eyes and kiss his soft lips as he gently thrust into his body.

Erik drew his knees up and parted his legs, giving Charles access to his most private and sensitive areas. The other man gratefully accepted the invitation, and reached his hand down to stroke Erik’s erection and softly fondle his tight scrotum. The dark-haired man sighed in bliss, squirming on the bed and bucking up to meet Charles’ hand.

Very slowly, Charles passed his hand beneath Erik’s sacs and caressed the little ring of muscle that marked the entrance to his body. The flesh had healed perfectly, and although the scar tissue would always remain, it wouldn’t affect Erik’s everyday-life. Only remain there as a reminder of the horrors he’d gone through.

Charles found his hands shaking slightly. Not because he was really nervous, but because this was his first time doing this. Despite that he knew Erik’s body almost as well as Erik himself, he was anxious something might happen.

Erik, who noticed his worry, pulled him into a kiss, and assured him, “It’s going to be fine. Now I want you in me, Charles. Show me what love can be.”

Charles gathered the small tube of lubricant they would use in his hands, squeezed some onto his fingers, and brought tho Ero Erik’s opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked seriously, ready to stop any second in case Erik felt pain.

“Yes, Charles, you won’t hurt me. I promise. Please.”

Charles needed no further encouragement. He carefully pushed his forefinger, quickly followed by his middle finger, into Erik’s channel. He knew that Erik had done this countless times, and at most occasions he hadn’t even received any kind of preparation and still lived through it. Yet he believed his beautiful lover’s body to be fragile; afraid that he would break.

Erik groaned when Charles’ fingers found his prostate and rubbed against it. No one had done this for him on purpose, and it felt wonderful. He groaned even more and clawed at the sheets as electric jolts of pleasure travelled through his body.

“Charles… please…” he gasped.

“Alright,” Charles whispered. He lubricated his own throbbing shaft, and tucked himself in between Erik’s splayed legs. He withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his penis against Erik’s well-prepared opening.

“Ready?” he asked Erik, pulling his long legs up and hooking his ankles over his shoulders.

Erik nodded. “Yes.”

Charles gently thrust in, going slowly, giving Erik time to object if he was hurt. He wasn’t though, and Charles slid in all the way without the slightest resistance. He gasped when he was fully sheathed, and stayed still for a moment, just to revel in the tight warm grasp of Erik’s flesh.

It was Erik who finally woke him from his daze. “You can move now,” he whispered.

Charles gently withdrew a bit and thrust back in, creating a delicious friction that made them both gasp. He repeated the procedure a few times, until they had managed to create a faster rhythm that gave them the satisfaction they wanted and needed.

Erik cried out when his prostate was hit over and over again, clutching at Charles desperately, to bring his warm solid body on top of his own. Charles accepted the invitation and allowed Erik’s legs to slide down from his shoulders, so he could settle down over Erik and kiss his lover’s lips.

Careful to take his weight onto his own arms, Charles continued to thrust into the willing body underneath his and also kissed Erik with fervour he had rarely had. Erik kissed him back, wrapping his long slim legs around his hips, as to encourage him to go even deeper.

When the kiss ended, Charles removed his mouth from Erik’s and began to kiss his jaw instead, from where he moved to his slender, pale throat. There he placed a tender kiss right on Erik’s Adam’s apple, and heard the other man moaning in reply.

After a while of squirming and thrusting in the bed, Charles could feel Erik’s engorged shaft erupting and spurting its creamy white substance over their bellies. Erik screamed out his orgasm, clutching at Charles’ almost painfully hard. Charles didn’t mind. He was too deep in his own ocean of pleasure to notice the slight pain. A few more hard thrusts, and he came inside his lover, coating his hot inner walls with his white seed.

They collapsed together in a heap of tangled limbs and sweaty skin. Charles kissed Erik’s cheek, jaw and mouth, lapping at his soft lips with his tongue. Erik’s hand slowly travelled up to stroke Charles’ bald head. His lover lay over him, and was still buried inside his body, but Erik didn’t want him to move. If only possible, he would have liked to stay like this all night.

When Charles had regained the strength to lift himself off Erik, he did it, in fear of smothering his love. He pulled out of Erik, rolled off and lay down next to him instead. Their hearts were still beating fast and their breaths came out heavy. This time it had been intense.

Charles snaked his arm under Erik’s loose-limbed body and drew him into an embrace. He buried his face in the other’s damp curls and inhaled his earthy scent.

“Are you alright, dear?” he asked at last.

He could feel Erik’s nods against his chest. “Yes…” his lover then whispered. “I am.”

Charles lifted his chin and turned his lax face up toward himself. “Are you sore?”

Now Erik smiled a weary yet serene smile. “Hmm… a little,” he replied truthfully. “But in a good way. You didn’t hurt me; you made me feel wonderful.”

They exchanged a quick kiss before Charles noticed the sticky substance that coated their bellies. He knew it was Erik’s semen, and because of that he’d liked to keep it, but realized sleeping covered in something as sticky as that would be all but pleasant, so he reached for a paper napkin and wiped both their bellies.

“There you go,” he said, throwing the tissue away. “Are you tired?”

Erik nodded. “How could I not be, after what we just did?”

Charles smiled at the comment. “You exhausted me as well,” he remarked. “But I couldn’t complain. Hmm… I love you, Erik.” He pressed a kiss to Erik’s dark crown.

“Thank you,” Erik said quietly.

“For what, Erik?” Charles asked.

“For showing me that this can be something beautiful. I never believed it could before I met you,” Erik quietly explained. “Before it was all about pain and humiliation.”

“I know,” Charles said gently. “Maybe next time we can try it the other way around. Would you like to take me, Erik?”

Erik cocked his head to look into Charles’ face, and he had to admit he was shocked by the suggestion.

“I have never done that…” he whispered.

“Not even with a woman?” Charles asked.

Erik shook his head slowly. “No… No lady has ever wanted me enough to pay me. I have only…”

“Bottomed for men?”

“Yes,” Erik said. He could almost not believe Charles would let him do that, and quite frankly, he was terrified of trying.

“I…I don’t think I could…” he managed to say, and pressed closer to Charles for warmth.

“Of course you could. I don’t say you have to do it now. I’d like to show you how good it can be to try something new. And I am curious as well. How could I not be, the way you cried out only a few minutes ago?”

This drew the ghost of a smile from Erik’s lips. “You were wonderful,” he said. “I don’t believe I could do the same for you.”

“This was my first time as well,” Charles explained.

Erik chuckled quietly against Charles’ warm, relaxed chest. “Yes, I kind of guessed from the way you treated me. You acted like I would break. But I don’t break that easily, Charles.”

“I know…” Charles sighed. “You are strong, Erik. You don’t break easily.”

“Don’t leave me, Charles,” Erik said with sudden fervour, and his hold of Charles tightened instinctively. “Promise me that you will never leave me.”

“I promise thatthat, dear,” Charles replied calmly and entwined his fingers with Erik’s long and slim ones. “That will never happen.”

“There is time, is there not?”

“There is always time. Now let’s sleep, dear. There is always tomorrow.”


The End