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Charlie
Nick and Charlie didn’t talk for the next three days, and in the following weeks barely spoke at all. Charlie was still mad at Nick for the liberty he had taken. Nick was giving him space but also sending him apology notes and baking all of Charlie’s favourite treats to try and get him to forgive him. Charlie wasn’t sure how long he was going to make Nick suffer for, but he knew he couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. Especially knowing that Nick had feelings for him. Especially knowing how Nick felt around his cock.
Charlie was in such a state he could hardly sleep. He hated being in his bed alone. He missed his best friend! When he did sleep, he still dreamt of being with Nick almost every night.
One night, he was having a particularly sexy dream about fucking Nick in a fluffy cloud. Just as he was getting close, Charlie suddenly woke up to find himself atop Nick on Nick’s bed with his cock in Nick’s mouth.
“Ah! What the fuck, Nick?!” Charlie pulled back and tumbled off the bed.
“Charlie!” Nick exclaimed.
“What’s going on? I can’t believe you’ve done this again!”
“Done this?” Nick blurted. “You burst into my room and demanded to fuck me!”
“I what?”
“I, well, I didn’t realise you were asleep at first. But when I asked if you were sure and you answered that the condensation would be all the lube we needed, and not to worry about the precipitation because there was a rainbow on the horizon, I realised something was up. I tried to resist, Charlie. I really did. I said absolutely not and started to guide you towards your room. But then you turned on me and pinned me down.”
“Nick!” Charlie scoffed. “You are like, twice my size! I did not pin you down.”
“You caught me off guard, okay?! Then you were all beggy and moany and telling me how sweet my arse is, and pressing that amazing cock of yours into my hip. I mean, I wasn’t going to let you. But, well, I thought maybe I should help you out, just a bit.”
“You just couldn’t resist? Hmm?” Charlie gave Nick a raised eyebrow, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. Perhaps he should have been more mad at Nick, if only he wasn’t still so fucking horny. “Well, I’m awake now. Do you want to get fucked, then? Or can I just stick this back in your mouth?”
“Really?” Nick stammered excitedly. “You’d actually…?”
“Well…” Charlie bit his lip and shook his head. He was still hurt by what Nick had done, but he couldn't deny his attraction to and utter lust for the man. “I don’t even know what’s what anymore. Clearly my sleep-self wants you. Well, part of my awake self does too.” Charlie signalled at his throbbing cock. “But the rest of me is still mad at you!”
“I can work with that. Will you prep me?”
“No. I want to see you do it. You can suck me off for a bit more first though.”
“Fuck yeah,” Nick responded eagerly. “Will you fuck my face again?”
“Lay on the edge of the bed.”
…
As the weeks went by, Charlie slowly let his guard down and began to trust Nick more and more. Nick had been on his best behaviour, and given Charlie all the space and time he needed. However, Charlie was missing the closeness he had had with his best friend. He no longer joined Nick for movie nights or long chats in his room. They slept in their own beds alone each night. Charlie knew that their relationship had changed too much to go back to what they had been. Whether they could be something more was yet to be determined.
But in the wee hours of the night, Charlie would go to Nick and demand Nick let him fuck him. Most of the time, he wasn’t aware he was doing it. Sometimes he was half awake, other times he would wake up balls deep inside Nick’s mouth or arse or with Nick’s hand wrapped around him. Most of the time he didn’t wake until he came. Sometimes he wouldn’t wake until the morning and find himself wrapped around Nick’s larger body, or engulfed in his warm embrace.
They didn’t talk about it. But Charlie had grown to accept that it was happening. Charlie knew they should have had a conversation about it — about consent and safe sex — but that ship had already sailed. Charlie put a reminder in his calendar to book an STI check up.
Eventually, Charlie couldn’t take it any longer. Despite the fact he felt quite sexually satisfied, he also felt tired and depressed. He decided he had to put an end to it.
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Nick
Charlie had been relentless, but Nick figured it was no less than he deserved. After Charlie started coming to him almost every night, Nick had decided to be ready for him. He had allowed Charlie to have his way with him over and over for weeks. He was sore and had lost weight. His coach had given him a talking to about keeping up his protein intake so Nick switched to sucking Charlie off and allowed himself a break from the fasting and prepping regime that had allowed Charlie to fuck him nearly every night.
Although Nick was enjoying his sexual fantasies being fulfilled, it was not enough. He missed his best friend. He knew things between him and Charlie had changed too much, that they were beyond the point of ever rekindling the kind of friendship they once had.
At least he had Charlie at night. Even if he didn’t get much sleep, even if, for the most part, Charlie wasn’t really with him. The times Charlie woke up during sex were Nick’s favourite. Charlie was no longer startled by what was happening. They would share rare moments of true connection as they cried each other's names and brought one another undone.
But every time Charlie woke up, he would leave. He would always return to his bed and they would not speak of it the next morning. The rare occasions Charlie didn’t wake were also amazing. Nick loved falling asleep in Charlie’s arms. However, the following morning Charlie would refuse to even look at Nick, and would leave his room as soon as he woke, then go back to pretending nothing had happened whenever he saw him during the day.
Things between them during the day were not hostile, as such, but Charlie was not his usual smiley-self either. Their banter was all but gone, and they spent most of their time at home alone in their own rooms. Nick was beginning to feel depressed. He wanted to talk to Charlie about it, but he couldn’t put that on Charlie, not after what he had done to him.
Nick knew he had to wait however long it would take for Charlie to come to him to talk, for better or worse. But Charlie never did, and eventually he stopped coming to Nick in the night as well.
Charlie
Charlie was no stranger to mental illness. Although he had been doing well in managing his OCD and ED with medication and semi-regular therapy, the thought of talking through his nighttime situation with his psychologist was a scary one. Charlie didn’t want to be told how what Nick had done to him was technically rape and that he should press charges, or at the very least move out and cut ties with the man. Charlie didn’t want concerns for his safety and well being. The truth was, Charlie wanted Nick that way as much as Nick had wanted him, and the past few weeks had proven that.
The problem was that Charlie couldn’t stop. He couldn’t control his sleep-self. It was nearly every night. How had Nick not said anything to him? How was Nick coping? Physically? Mentally? Did Nick just take it because he thought it was what he deserved? Or did he just think it was all Charlie wanted from him and it was the best he could get? What did Nick want from him?
All Charlie knew was that if he and Nick had any chance of working things out between them, for better or worse, the sleep sex had to stop.
Charlie had to talk to someone, a medical professional, but how? Charlie only saw his psychologist every couple of months for check-ins. Although he could ask for an emergency appointment should he need one, he had not done so in a while. After chewing over the issue for quite some time Charlie decided he needed to make the call and booked an emergency appointment with his psychologist, Annabel, for the following Monday.
…
Although the conversation wasn’t an easy one, Charlie managed to get through the session without mentioning the situation with Nick. He said that he was experiencing sleep walking and was concerned for his safety. There was still real fear that he may have to be monitored but he hoped like hell there was a more easier solution.
Charlie was relieved to find out parasomnia was a possible side effect of one of his medications, when combined with stress. His therapist encouraged him to speak to his doctor about seeing if there were possible alternatives to his medication. But when Annabel asked if he wanted to share any reasons he might be stressed Charlie brushed her off with a vague mention of work being busy and that he would try to focus more on his mindfulness strategies when he was feeling overwhelmed.
Although she had given him a suspicious look, Annabel didn’t push him further and simply said she would make herself available should he need another emergency appointment. Equipped with this new information Charlie set about getting his medication changed and hoped for a better night’s sleep, with no visits to Nick’s bed.
…
As far as Charlie could tell there had been no nighttime incidents since he had his medication adjusted. He sure felt well rested and had not woken in Nick’s bed in quite some time. At first this was a welcome relief, but with the awkwardness between the two men during the waking hours still going on Charlie’s stress once again began to rise. As did his restlessness, and his horniness.
Charlie began to miss his sexsomnia. Although dismissing the thought as completely deranged, he briefly considered trying to get his meds changed back. Or could he just pretend? No, that seemed so wrong somehow. No more than what Nick had done to him. Nick had started this whole thing in the first place, Charlie reasoned, but still couldn’t bring himself to try.
Charlie knew he should just talk to Nick. He really wanted to, but it was hard. It was hard to forgive him. It was hard to admit his feelings. It was hard to ask for what he wanted. Perhaps there was another way?
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Nick
Nick wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so low in all his life. He couldn’t talk to anyone about what he was going though. No one would understand. And he could never admit what he had done. How did things get so messed up?
But just when he was beginning to give up all hope, things changed. One evening Charlie appeared at his bedroom door.
“Charlie!” Nick practically squeaked, completely unable to hide the delight in seeing the man he loved approach him for the first time in weeks.
Charlie simply stared at Nick, for what felt like an eternity, with a stern yet otherwise unreadable expression on his face. Eventually he let out a loud huff and looked up at the ceiling as if trying to find his nerve. His eyes shot back to Nick with a glare that began to soften to an almost smile. “Nick, look I am still mad at you. And I don’t want to talk about it, any of it!”
Nick took in a stilted breath laced with a sliver of hope. “Okay.”
“But...” Charlie looked down as he bit his bottom lip. “I, well, can we not try to at least pretend to be friends again? I hate to admit it, but I really fucking miss you.” Nick could see Charlie’s eyes filled with tears and he felt his own ache with the need for release.
“I miss you too Charlie, so fucking much!” Nick sobbed out, and without giving it another thought he leaped off his bed and wrapped Charlie in his arms. Charlie stiffened for a moment before melting into his embrace.
They simply stood there, crying into each other's shoulders for quite some time before Charlie eventually looked up and broke the hug. “Well,” he sniffed with a wet smile. “I’m off to bed, but tomorrow night, maybe we could watch a movie?”
Nick felt his face light up, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
…
Charlie
Slowly, little by little, Nick and Charlie became Nick and Charlie again. Although they were yet to talk about what had gone on between them, their friendship seemed to have healed and Charlie felt his joy returning. He also felt his lust go through the roof. And the tension between the two men, both knowing what they knew about one another, was building rapidly. Charlie knew eventually one of them was going to crack.
Then it happened. One night they were curled up in Nick’s bed watching a movie, laughing at something stupid, the next their eyes lingered on each other’s lips a little too long and then they were kissing.
Nick sighed into his mouth before breaking the kiss to beg Charlie to fuck him. Charlie ignored the voice of reason telling him to take his time, to consider if this was the right thing to do, and instead let his insatiable lust take the reins.
Nick didn’t take long to prep, and soon Charlie was pushing in as he pressed his lips against Nick’s. Charlie wondered if it felt this good when he was fucking Nick in his sleep. He wondered if Nick always made such wonderful sounds as he was making at this moment, if he always looked this beautifully undone. As Charlie felt himself tip over the edge, he felt a wave of happiness and contentment wash over him as Nick’s release painted them.
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Nick
Nick found himself crying in Charlie's arms as he came down from the best orgasm of his life. He was so fucking happy and relieved. They had found each other once again. But Nick knew now that if there was any chance of them being together, for real, they had to address the elephant in the room.
“I’m just so, so sorry Charlie,” he sobbed. “Do you think you could ever forgive me for what I did?”
“I don’t know, Nick,” Charlie sighed. “But after everything, after all this fucking… well fucking, and all this fucking mess, it’s so hard to come back from. It’s so hard to know where to go from here. I just know not being with you, in any way, yet still being so close to you, hurt more than anything. And now I figure we’ve got two choices.”
Nick sniffed and took a shaky breath. “Two choices?”
“Yeah, either I find a way to forgive you, we work things out and be together, or…”
“Or?”
“Or one of us has to leave.”
Nick wanted to scream and beg Charlie to choose the first option. But he knew it had to be Charlie's choice and he would have to accept and respect his decision either way.
“And… have you decided?” Nick managed to ask, completely unable to hide the fear in his voice.
Nick felt Charlie breathe in deep before he let out a strange laugh. Nick sat up in confusion to look at Charlie’s face. Charlie’s expression warmed as Nick’s eyes fell upon him, he smiled brightly and cupped the side of Nick’s face as he spoke softly, “Of course I want to be with you, Nick. Don’t you feel the same?”
Nick turned his face to kiss the palm of Charlie’s hand lightly, before taking it in his own and lacing their fingers together in his lap. “I… yes, Charlie, of course I do! I would do anything for you, anything to earn your trust, anything to make you forgive me and…”
“And?”
“And love me.”
Nick felt hot tears run down his cheeks, he blinked the streams from his eyes before refocusing on the pair of beautiful blue eyes before him, they were now also wet with tears threatening to break free.
“I… I already do love you, Nick, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you, yet.”
“You, you love me?”
“Don’t make me say it again.” Charlie laughed.
“I love you too, Charlie, so much!”
“I know. But about these things that you said you would do?” Charlie had a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Charlie! Yes! Anything! Name it!” Nick responded eagerly, feeling his cock twitch enthusiastically at the possibilities.
…
Nick had been having the most amazing dream. They were on a warm beach, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Charlie had pushed him into the hot sand and kissed him within an inch of his life. Nick could feel that he was getting hard. Next they were in the ocean and Charlie had shifted into a wild creature from the deep, dragging him under the pleasantly cool water and probing his body from head to toe with grippy tentacles. Next they were in an underwater cavern, and Charlie had become a beautiful merman, with bright blue scales over his sparkling tail. But that wasn’t just a tail, it had a long, thick, glistening horn attached at the front. Next thing Nick knew he was being impaled in the best way possible.
Nick woke with a start as he felt Charlie press into him.
“Charlie!”
“Hold still!”
“Agh, did I wake too soon again?” Nick groaned.
“It’s okay, how are you feeling?” Charlie said, as he pressed in a little deeper, causing Nick to gasp at the stretch.
“Well, to be honest I was having the strangest dream. Was kinda hot though.”
“Yeah?” Charlie giggled, as he reached around to grab Nick’s hard cock and give it a couple of firm pumps.
“Yeah. But I’ll tell you about it another time. Do you want me to try and…”
“Don’t be silly,” Charlie laughed, pulling out of Nick and flopping down beside him. Nick couldn’t help the whine that escaped him. It was their third attempt. Nick had woken too early each time and therefore been denied.
“Well?” Charlie looked down at his own softening cock and back to Nick’s face. Nick felt a fresh wave of excitement wash over him. He may not get to be fucked by Charlie, he may not get to cum, but at least he could get Charlie’s delicous cock inside him in one of the ways he loved. Besides, there was always tomorrow night and if that didn’t work, well, he could always give the sleeping pills he had stashed away a try sometime.