Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 06:10:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sarah Powell <chazzincharge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Charles Takes Charge - Chapter 1 of 4

Pairing: Charles/Buddy

Disclaimer: Charles in Charge is copyrighted by Michael Jacobs Productions.
No copyright infringement is intended.

Charles was exhausted. Between school, his internship and babysitting the
Powell children, he had very little time for himself.  He dragged himself
down to his basement apartment and securely locked the door.  He was
determined to have no interruptions as he headed for his bathroom for a hot
shower and then bed.

Buddy let himself in through the side entrance that led to Charles
apartment in the Powell residence.  He wanted to take Charles to a club
he'd just found.  It was his way of finding out how Charles might feel
about alternative lifestyles.  He decided that if his friend was offended,
he could pretend he didn't know it was a gay club.  After all he was Buddy
Lembeck and people expected him to make boneheaded mistakes all the time.

The truth was, playing the idiot was easier for him than being who he
really was.  Buddy knew since puberty that he had feelings for other guys.
Charles had been his best friend since grade school and he was afraid of
losing his friendship over his sexual preferences.  Worst of all Buddy was
in love with Charles.  But Charles constantly chased girls and although
none of these relationships lasted, there was never any indication that his
friend felt anything but friendship towards him.

Buddy walked down the stairs after locking the door behind him.  Every time
he came over one of his friend's charges would burst in.  He wanted no
interruptions and no excuses for Charles to turn him down.  As he reached
the bottom of the stairs Charles came out of the bathroom drying his hair
with a towel while the rest of his body remained semi wet and completely
nude.  Buddy swallowed hard as he felt his already tight jeans become
uncomfortable tight around the crotch.

The tall lanky brunette was startled to find his friend standing there.
"Buddy, how did you get in here?" He said, not bothering to cover himself.

Buddy tried to make his brain function but to no avail. He forced his eyes
to look up from his friend's semi hard shaft but they only became fixated
to his brown nipples instead.  Blushing he turned his back on his nude
friend and fumbled to make coherent sentences.

"Club.  Wanted to invite you...to a club.  I wanted to invite you to a club
tonight." He finally spat out.

"What club?"

Buddy walked to the worn plaid couch not daring to look at his friend.
Toying with the frayed edge he mumbled "Denton's."

He could feel his friend standing behind him, warmth was emanating off of
his body. "You're inviting me to go to Denton's with you?"

"Yes," Buddy swallowed hard suddenly wishing one of the Powell children
would burst in.

"You're inviting me to Denton's, the gay club."

Buddy whirled around and stood face to face with his naked friend. "How
did...gay?"

Stepping closer and dropping his towel he lifted the shorter boys chin and
looked deeply into his gray-blue eyes. "Gay.  Are you asking me out on a
date."

Buddy was trapped in Charles gaze. "I... I didn't know..."

"Yes you did," Charles smirked and pressed even closer to his muscular
companion.  Running a finger over his trembling lips he leaned down. "If I
wasn't so tired, I'd say yes, but I'd actually like to stay home tonight."

Buddy gulped as the brunette's lips came dangerously close to his. "I'll
take a rain check though," he continued and backed away from his stunned
friend.

"Rain check," was all Buddy could squeak out.  Nodding he headed up the
steps and fumbled at the door he'd forgotten that he'd locked.

Buddy returned to his dorm room grateful that his roommate was out.  He
kicked of his shoes and toed off his socks and flung himself on his bed.
Quickly undoing his trousers, he allowed himself to do what he resisted
doing in his car.  His shut his eyes tight as he jacked himself quickly.
Tonight was not a night for prolonging his release.  He cried out Charles'
name and then whispered it over and over again as his body spasmed and
finally stilled.  He couldn't decide if Charles really wanted him or was
playing a cruel joke on him.  He was half afraid to find out.

He reached under his bed for a discarded towel and wiped himself clean.
Squirming out of his tight jeans, he aimed them at the hamper at the side
of his bed and crawled under the covers still panting from his orgasm.  The
last word he whispered was sleep finally came was Charles.

***

Charles stood at the door for he wasn't sure how long after Buddy left.  He
almost thought his friend would return and stay with him.  He closed his
eyes and rested his head on the cool doorframe hoping he hadn't scared
Buddy off forever.  For a while he suspected his friend was gay and might
even be interested in him, but for the life of him he didn't know why he
had reacted the way he did when Buddy asked him out.  He banged his head
against the door berating himself for being so cavalier with his friend.

"It took him forever to work up the nerve to ask you.  How could you be
such an idiot?"  Charles trotted down the steps and flopped down on his bed
not bothering to put on his customary tee shirt and briefs.  The doors were
locked so he had no fear of intruders.  He spread his legs apart and bent
his knees.  Resting on hand behind his head and the other between his legs
he slowly ran his hand over his shaft, collecting the precum from the tip
for lubrication.  He lifted the heavy shaft and stroked it upward towards
his flat belly.  Reaching down further, he cupped his balls and rolled them
in the palm of his hand.

He didn't want to come too quick so he slid his hands over his abs and
played with his nipples.  He let his hands dance over his torso, rubbing
himself seductively and then slowly let one hand trail back down between
his legs. He sucked on two fingers of his other hand and then turned over
on his side placing the wet fingers at his entrance.  His eyes closed as he
fingered himself not daring to hit his sweet spot right away. "Buddy," he
whispered, licking his lips and savoring the feel of his own hand on his
cock and in his ass. He fucked himself deeper and deeper, fisting his cock
with a slow and steady rhythm.  "I'm sorry Buddy," he panted as he felt his
release coming.

He sped up jerking his cock faster, alternating between cupping his balls
and gliding his hand over familiar territory.  "Fuck," he cried out as he
sought out his prostate and crooking his fingers hit his pleasure zone over
and over again.  His hand gripped his cock tightly and flew up and down the
moist shaft.  His entire body went rigid and then shook with an explosive
orgasm. "Oh Buddy," he cried, not caring if one of the children might be
near to hear him.  His body trembled uncontrollably and his ass clamped
down around his fingers.  Hot liquid poured over his fist and he turned
over and buried the rest of his cries into his pillow.  He rolled off the
bed and staggered back to the bathroom to clean off.  Charles stared at
himself in the mirror before leaning his head against the glass.  "Tomorrow
Buddy, I promise." He whispered.