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Title: The Loan
Author: Pippins Penny
Rating: Hard NC17
Pairing: Charlie/Shark
Summary: Charlie owes money but cannot repay his loan. financially
Warning: some non con


Chapter 1



Monday.

Charlie sat on his lumpy navy blue futon as he absentmindedly picked out a random tune, stopping every now and then to tune his guitar. It was early evening and he was starting to get hungry. He was listening to some of his favorite music on his old stereo. Charlie had always loved music, even as a child. He had always tied memories to his music, both good and bad.  The Beatles were almost always good memories for him.

Almost always.

Things with his own band had not been going well. Their old equipment needed replacing, and the bills kept mounting up. Liam was not around much and Charlie was forced to take over more and more. He had borrowed a large sum of money from a somewhat shady source to buy the new equipment in an attempt to keep the band together. Liam just seemed to be in a world of his own, his partying and missing days were affecting the band. Not only their performances, but their moral as well, which in turn affects their performances, it was a vicious downward circle that Charlie was trying desperately to find a way out of. His many talks with is brother had gotten him nowhere.

A loud bang at his door started him from his thoughts. Charlie opened the door only to have it kicked wide as soon as it was slightly ajar.

"BLOODY HELL!" Charlie yelled as he stumbled back. "What the fuck...?"

Two large men wearing tight t-shirts pushed their way in Charlies flat, followed by a smaller man with delicate features wearing what appeared to be an expensive and impeccably well tailored suit. The two larger men quickly searched the tiny flat for anyone else, then they return and stood three feet apart, arms folded across their large chests, allowing the smaller man to come forward. His hair was cut short, his lips held a tight smile, his nervous eyes darted around the room.

"You." Charlie said as soon as he saw the loan shark. " Look, I dont have the money yet. Its not even due until for three more days."

"Dont you think I know that? Fffucking arsehole." The shark said defensively as he glanced around Charlies modest flat. " This is just a friendly reminder, wouldn't want you to over look your payment."  he sneered.

"I wont have the payment in three days, but we have a gig on Friday night, I can pay you then!" Charlie tried to sound excited, hoping not to show fear.

"A gig?" the shark said mockingly. "Where?"

"At the Palladium Were not getting paid much, but I'll give you all I get."

"You'll give me what you owe me. Or..."

"Or what?"

"You'll give me what you owe me, fuckwit.  You dont want to know the 'or what'  Trust me." The shark motioned to his two goons and quickly walked out the door.



Friday night.

Charlie nervously paced backstage. Liam seems out of sorts again, not focused. He always manages to pull it together on stage some how, but Charlie knows that something is wrong. Liam is pulling away from him. His passion for the music, his love of performing all seems to be slipping. It was his new passion that took all his time, energy and money and now his soul.

On stage, Charlie always gets lost in the music, he plays and his mind is totally absorbed in the beauty of the songs. His brother has come through for him again, somehow. The rest of the band is concerned as well; they have not had another hit since 'You All Everybody' hit the charts almost two years ago.

Charlie looks out at the crowd, it gets smaller every time, he notes. Many faces are the same. Die hard fans, bless them. But his eyes are drawn to the back of the theater. A small figure in sharp suit stands alone in the shadows.

The shark has come to check on Charlies story. He came alone. But as he watches,  he finds himself watching Charlie more and more, he is entranced by what he sees. Watching, watching Charlie perform, watching his long fingers strum his guitar right at crotch level. Watching his hips gyrate obscenely watching him bite his bottom lip and throw his head back as if in the throws of ecstasy. The shark was watching, alone in the dark.

It made Charlie shudder.


Chapter 2

Saturday.

There was a loud banging on his door and this time Charlie expected it. He knew better than to try to hide, or pretend he wasnt home. He swallowed hard and answered the door. Time to face the music, so to speak, he thought.

Again, the door was kicked open the moment he unlocked the latch. Charlie staggered back into the room.

"Please come right in, make yourselves at home." Charlie said unable to squelch his sarcasm. He reminded himself that he had better watch that, remarks like that had gotten his arse kicked many times in the past. And this was certainly no one be fucking with.

The two goons quickly checked the small one room flat and return to their boss's side. The loan shark slowly approached Charlie, his eyes fixed on him. A shiver ran through Charlie, unnerved by the cool, predatory look in the sharks eyes.

"Well?"  He says quietly, green eyes boring into Charlies wide blue eyes.

"Look I'm sorry. I had money, but my broth.... I misplaced it. I can give you this."  Charlie pulled out his wallet and handed over a few crumpled notes and showed them to the shark.

The shark smiled, he almost seemed pleased about Charlies dire predicament. He gave a nod to his goons with a curt head jerk motion towards the door; they quickly and quietly stepped outside and shut the door behind them.

"Well, well, well. We seem to have a problem here Charlie."  The shark said walking a slow circle around Charlie looking him over from head to toe. He seemed to be almost leering. He stoped for a moment when he was directly behind Charlie, blatantly admiring his arse in his tight jeans.

Charlie refused to give him the pleasure of the shiver he was trying desperately to suppress.

The shark then walked a full circle around and now facing Charlie, he stands close, seemingly not concerned about Charlies personal space in the least.

"My dad loaned you a sizable amount of money, Charlie. You promised that you would pay him back with interest."  The Shark almost whispers.  "Hmmm, he will not be happy, no, not happy at all. He will be expecting his money... today in fact. What should I tell him? 'Oh, sorry father, Charlie cant pay you today; he needed to buy more make up and tight jeans.'" He said sardonically while his eyes roamed down Charlies young body.

Charlie couldn't hide the fact that he's nervous, he looked down and saw the sharks shoes, they match his gray suit perfectly he ridiculously noticed.

"Yeah yeah, I know Its just that...."

"SHUT IT! Dont ffffuck with me! I dddont need to hear your ffffucking excuses!"  The shark hissed. "Mr. Fucking Rock Star!  Poncing around in your eyeliner and nail varnish like a French whore, do you think you deserve special treatment? You think that because you shake that arse of yours everyone will fall all over you? Do you think that will work on me as well?"  The Shark screamed in Charlies face.

Then he seemed to suddenly calm down and Charlie wasnt sure which was more frightening. He knew that this man was capable of anything. He was expecting almost anything at that moment. He knew of people who had crossed him before, and he knew the damage his two goons could inflict.

"Let me see your hands." The shark said quietly.

"What?"

"LET ME SEE YOUR FFFUCKING HANDS!!!" Spittle flew at Charlies face.

Charlie put his hands out, palms up for the shark to inspect and examine them. He thoroughly looked them over, turning them and inspecting both sides, his own soft small fingers floating lightly over Charlies rough skin and nails.

"Hmmm, such long fingers, calloused so rough but very talented as well."  The loan shark said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself. "I'll bet you can do many, many things with those lovely fingers."

Charlie just looked at the shark. What the fuck was he trying to say? He looked at the sharks face. He was still examining them thoroughly, turning them over and inspecting both sides. The sharks face seemed to soften, he seemed to be completely lost in his own thoughts.

Finally, after several uncomfortable moments for Charlie, the shark finally said, "I can give you more time."  He whispered, almost gently. His eyes still fixed on Charlies hands; he was fingering Charlies leather wrist cuffs now, and gently turning one of Charlies rings.

"I can give you three more days. But, I am going to need something from you, Charlie."   He said still holding both of Charlies hands and now looking directly into his eyes.  "I am going to need for you to do something for me in return. You do have such... lovely hands."  The shark released Charlies hands and began to unbuckle his belt.

Charlie realized that he had been holding his breath and let out a small gasp. "WHAT? You have to be fucking joking, you fucked up little ponce!"  Charlie spat back, taking a few steps backward.

The shark sighed, and then said, "Okay, I'll just call Dominic and William in and have them break every one of those beautiful, talented fingers of yours. They have not seen any action for a few days and they are getting quite antsy.   They'd love to have a go at you.."

"Fuck!"  Charlie said, resigning himself. "Give me five more days and I'll wank you."

"Three! You dont get to fffucking negotiate here arsehole. You will get three fucking days, take it or leave it, Rock Star."

The defeated expression on Charlies face told the shark he could continue to undo his pants.

Charlie took a step in closer, and then thought for a moment and stepped back. He went over to his stereo and turned it off. The Beatles Revolver CD had been playing. The shark gave him an odd quizzical look. Charlie did not want to have memories of this tied to his favorite music. The shark did not question his motives; he just continued to watch Charlie closely and impassively, as Charlie slowly returned and stood in front of the shark.

"Wet you hand,"  The shark whispered, "in your mouth."

Chapter 3

The Shark held his breath as Charlie put his hand up to his mouth and licked his palm. Charlie took another step in, squeezed his eyes shut and reached out and found the sharks cock already semi hard. He closed his eyes and began rubbing the other mans cock. He decided to do it fast. 'Wank this fucker off as fast as possible.' Charlie thought.

He increased his motion, standing close to the shark, their chests almost touching. He could feel his hot, heavy breaths shoot down his neck. He thought the shark was going to kiss his neck, his lips were so close. His breathing quickened, hitched, then he heard him cursing softly.

"Fuck yeah thats it. Faster, yeahhh, faster. Sexy fffucking little bitch, faster."

The sharks hips began thrusting; he gripped Charlies upper arms for support, as his thrusts grew wilder. His leg pressing onto Charlies leg. Charlies hand continued its motion, rubbing the seeping precum over the sharks rock hard erection.

This was taking longer than he had intended. Charlie leaned in further; he decided to use his other hand as well. He put his left hand out and cradled the sharks sac, and gave it a slight squeeze. He heard a gasp.

"Ffuck Fffuck ahhh fuck, ye sweet bitch, so good, such a good little whore Yeahhh...."

Charlie worked the sharks dick with all he had, 'why the fuck isnt he coming?'

Curiosity got the better of him and he dared a glance at the Sharks face. What he saw shocked him.

Their eyes locked, Charlie almost did not recognize him. He found himself looking into the most soulful, beautiful green eyes, framed by sweet long lashes. The Sharks face was almost cherubic like up-close; he suddenly looked young, and innocent of all things.

The shark leaned forward, he closed his eyes and put his lips close to Charlies, he did not kiss him,  and at that moment, he came in Charlies hand. The shark made a sound that almost sounded like a cry of pain as he pumped his load in Charlies hand and panted into Charlies mouth. His forehead pressing onto Charlies. Charlie continued to gently rub the warm cream over the sharks softening cock for a few more moments, carefully avoiding the sensitive head.

Finally, after several quiet, sated moments, filled only with the sharks heavy panting and still holding onto Charlie for support, managed to whisper, "Be a good lad and fetch a towel, eh?"



Saturday Night

Again, Charlie paced the floor back stage. Liam was late. He was not answering his mobile. Seconds before they were to be onstage, Liam stumbled in flanked by two obviously stoned birds. Glassy eyed, he carried his guitar case and slammed it down.

"Im here!"  He screamed. "Lets rock and roll!"

Again, somehow, Liam pulled it off. He was defiantly not up to par, but even fucked up, he was still better than most. Charlie wondered how much longer he would be able to keep this up. In his current state, he did not think it would be long. However, he would do anything to keep the band together and keep his brother together.

Charlie lost himself for a while in the music. It was his ultimate escape. He danced, gyrated, played up to the other band members, wiggled his arse provocatively, thrust his hips and stuck out his tongue for the girls at the front of the stage.

Suddenly he felt another pair of eyes on him. He squinted his eyes, to the rear of the theater there again in the shadows, stood a small figure in an expensive suit. Alone and watching.



Sunday

Charlie spent the day writing lyrics, but mostly he found that he kept thinking about the loan shark. The image of the Sharks face close up was haunting him. At first glance, he looked like a tough, heartless little bastard, but up close he looked and seemed so different.

Having a natural curiosity about people, and one of Charlies favorite pastimes is people watching. He wondered about the shark.   He didnt even know his name. He wondered about his childhood, was it happy, did he play football, maybe he was artistic? What must it be like to grow up with a loan shark as a father? What chance did he really have after all?

Charlie saw something else in him when he looked into the sharks eyes; he knew that the sharks refection was not really him at all. It couldnt be, not with that face, and those eyes.


Tuesday

Charlie lied on his futon, listening to some nondescript music station. He was finding it hard to concentrate even on music. He had so many thoughts and feelings running through his mind, but he could not seem to finish any one thought, before the next insane thought tackled and invaded his brain. The band, his livelihood/career, his brothers sanity and health, and now, the one thought that kept surpassing all other thoughts... The Shark. Every single aspect of him, his deep soulful eyes, his child-like face and the softer side he reluctantly revealed, and his rougher, dangerous character.

It would be getting dark soon, and he knew that the Shark would be back today. Although he could not get any more money from Liam, the band had managed to come up with some, but not enough, not near enough.

The loud banging on his door started him out of his thoughts yet again.

The shark walked right up to Charlie, looking deep in his eyes, and a small smile playing across his lips. "Well, Charlie?"

"Im Im sorry this is all I have"  He held out the few crumpled notes he'd managed to scrounge together. "But we have another gig this weekend, Friday and Saturday night. I can give you...."

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie."  The loan shark sounded like he was reprimanding a naughty schoolboy, "This will not do at all.  My dad is not a patient man. He has already has been more than patient with you."   He again motioned for Dominic and William to wait outside.

"I, however, can be a patient man. I would be willing to smooth things over for you with my father. Give you some more time. But, you are so late as it is, Charlie. I would be really sticking my head out for you, so to speak."  His smile grew predatory.  "What can you possibly do to repay me?"

He cocked an eyebrow and unbuckled his belt while staring at Charlie, waiting for him to make his decision.

Sighing loudly, Charlie stepped close; he wet his hand using his tongue.

The shark put his hand on Charlies wrist, stopping him.

"MMmmmm, such a lovely tongue, and a pretty mouth."  The shark murmured quietly and put his hand up alongside Charlies face, his thumb rubbed across Charlies lips.

"No."  Charlie said quietly, he shut his eyes but did not back away.

"Shhh, Charlie. You dont want me to have William and Dominic take the payment out of you, do you? I know that I dont."  He almost sounded kind. His voice was low, quiet, and soft. He never took his eyes off Charlie.  He scanned Charlies face, his eyes, chin, ears, and mouth. He seemed to be taking inventory of Charlies features, studying his face intently.

"Come on now lad. Its just a little bit of give and take; I do something for you and you do something for me, you can do that, cant you, Charlie?"

Charlie again went to his stereo and shut it off. He walked back over to the shark, and looked at him again. Something seemed different, something had changed here. The shark put his hands on Charlies shoulders and gently pushed him down to his knees.

Charlie sank down, the sharks hands now moved to his head. His pants were unbuttoned and his belt opened. Charlie unzipped his pants; he felt a slight pull on his hair as he freed the sharks already hard, wet cock.

Charlie started by first working the sharks erection with his hands, better to get him part way there in his hands, than his mouth. He rubbed and pulled, squeezed his wet head and rubbed the precum down its length.

"Come on now Charlie, suck me."  The shark encouraged softly.

Charlie leaned in and stuck out his tongue. He licked the tip, swirling around the bottom of the tip and flicking up the slit. He heard the shark gasp and felt his hands on his head, massaging his head absentmindedly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah..."  The shark murmured as he stood perfectly still and just enjoyed the sensation of Charlies sexy mouth and obscene tongue send him spiraling into ecstasy.

Charlie took the shark in deeper, and using his hands with his mouth worked his cock for all it was worth. Sucking, licking, biting the head softly, while his hands worked his nuts, and pumped his cock with a sure fire twisting motion. Charlie glanced up, the shark had his head back slightly, he seemed to be mouthing something silently."

His hips began to rock; Charlie took him deeper and began humming. His tongue licking and flicking, his hands gripped tight and pumped harder, twisting and pulling. 'Cum damn you, just fucking cum.' He thought.

"CCCCCharlie fuck. yeah. Suck me, suck me, thas so good, ahhhhh yeahhhh..."  The Shark whispered.

He began rocking his hips faster, more violently; Charlie was almost gagging, but kept working it, kept sucking and twisting. Suddenly he felt his sack harden and tighten; the shark hissed in a breath and with a quiet whimper, he came, pumping in hot spasms down Charlies throat. Charlie pulled the still pulsing cock from his mouth and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, fuck!"  The shark dropped to his knees and draped his arms over Charlies shoulders for support, his head resting on his arm. They stayed there, on their knees, chest to chest, the sharks arms around Charlie, his face buried in his arms.

"You alright mate?"  Charlie asked quietly. "Was was it okay?"


Chapter 5


The shark pulled his head back to look at Charlie. His face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes were still sexually fixed and half lidded, but the color, that amazing green was brilliant. He looked at Charlie as if he was going to say something, or he was waiting for Charlie to say something.

They looked at each other, just inches apart, for what seemed like an endless single moment. Charlie found himself lost in green perfection. Finally, the Shark snapped out of it. He quickly stood up, and zipped up his pants. Charlie sat back on his arse and watched the Shark transform back into the little bastard.

"You have 3 more days Pace, you had better have the money."  He said without looking back at Charlie, and he was out the door.

"I dont even know your name!"  Charlie screamed after him. "I dont even know your name."  He said quietly to himself.


Friday night

There was no sign of the shark tonight at the show, and Charlie was surprised at himself that he felt almost disappointed. But that would be ridiculous, wouldnt it? Why would he miss being stalked and intimidated by that insane little fucker?

After the show, Charlie and the rest of the band were backstage, drinking and laughing.  Several groupies hung on Liam and soon they disappeared. As the rest of the band slowly made their way out, Charlie, found himself alone.   He packed up his guitars and headed out the back door. There was a dark car waiting with the engine running. Charlie walked by it cautiously. As he passed by, the rear window slowly rolled down. Charlie glanced in.

"Get in Charlie."

Charlie climbed in the car. The Shark was sitting in the back. Charlie gave him all the money they had made, except what Liam had already skimmed off.

The Shark just stared at Charlie; he seemed at a loss for words for several very uncomfortable moments. He had not seen Charlie in full makeup up close before. That fucking eyeliner and mascara. His eyes looked even more intense framed in black; it took the sharks breath away. Finally, he managed to break his gaze and speak.

"This isnt enough Charlie, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know I know. I, I just dont know what to do, we are still having some royalty problems, but well get better gigs again. The new equipment is helping. I can already tell."

"Charlie, shut the fuck up. Look, we both know you cant repay this loan."  The shark moved over closer to Charlie. He placed his hand on Charlies upper thigh, squeezed and rubbed up and down, he breathed in his ear,  "Thats why I took the liberty of paying it off for you. Now you dont owe my father anymore Charlie, you owe me."  The sharks voice lowered, as did his eyes, he slowly and deliberately scanned Charlies body, his hand continued to roam his entire firm thigh. "I will consider you paid in full after after you do everything I want tonight.... everything Charlie."

"Just what are you bloody saying? Bugger off! Let me out of here!"

"You have no fffffucking choice! Do you know what those two could do to you?!"   He said threateningly and pointing to the two large men in the front seat. Then he whispered, "I promise I wont hurt you, Charlie."

Charlie just sat, looked out the window and said nothing. He wanted this fucking loan paid off. So he would spend one fucked up night and he then he would be free. He ignored the twitching and hardening in his own crotch.

As they entered Charlies flat, the orders began immediately.

"Music, Charlie, put some music on."

Charlie turned on his stereo and just let the radio dictate their music.

The Shark took his jacket off, kicked off his shoes and sat on the futon. "Now then take your clothes off for me Charlie, and do it slowly."

Charlie pulled his t-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. He felt the Sharks eyes on him staring intently. He kicked off his trainers, unbuttoned the fly of his pants and unzipped his jeans.

Charlie cursed his cock; it had betrayed him. This was not meant to be enjoyable for him. It was a business deal, that's all. He felt a dizzying mixture of humiliation and arousal. He averted his eyes and kept his head down as he lowered his jeans and stepped out of them.

"Come here lad."  The shark whispered with a smile. He found Charlies coyness endearing.

Charlies partial erection could not be concealed from the older man. He slowly walked over to where the shark was sitting, and stood directly on front of him.

"Closer."

Charlie took a step closer; his shins were inches away from the futon as he stood between the sharks knees.

"Touch yourself, I want you to touch yourself."  The shark could barely get the words out.

Charlie looked at him; he knew that the shark saw that he was almost fully erect. He held his cock with both hands, partly to hide it from the sharks intense gaze, and began rubbing himself. One hand cupped his balls, the other moved up and down his shaft, giving his head a slight squeeze when he reached the tip. As he stroked himself more and more, he licked, and then bit his bottom lip. His hand movements were slow at first, then he sped it up. He could not help himself, he was young, he was aroused, and he desired relief more than anything now. Quiet moans escaped between his heavy breaths. Charlie was clearly getting close.

The shark could hear the wet sound of precum as Charlies fist slid quickly up and down his hard wet cock. He would have loved to watch him cum right there for him, but he had other plans. The Shark had gotten so more than he had expected from Charlie already, he watched the younger lad play with his cock with such passion and enthusiasm. The sounds of Charlie pleasuring himself right in front of his face was unbelievable.

Finally, he managed to say "That's enough.  Get down on your knees; I want you to take my shirt off."  The shark was leaning back against the back of the futon. Charlie had to lean forward, his wet cock bobbed just above the seat between the sharks legs. He unbuttoned his gold silk shirt for him and slipped it off his shoulders. Charlie could not help but notice the sharks chest was broad and he had soft ginger colored curls.

"Charlie, now take my pants off, lad."  He barely whispered.


Chapter 6


Charlie unbuttoned the top button of the sharks pants and pulled down the fly; the shark lifted his slim hips so Charlie could slip his pants and boxers off in one fairly smooth motion. The shark was expectantly hard; his tip was already wet and leaky.

The shark moved on over on the futon, and patted the space next to him for Charlie. Charlie sat on the futon beside him. The older man looked over Charlies fit body, they were both tense. He raised a hand, touched Charlies shoulder and pulled him closer. Nose to nose, they looked at each other, then the shark leaned up and kissed him. His lips were soft and moist, they parted and shyly his tongue sought a home in Charlies warm, wet mouth.

Charlie told himself he was kissing the shark back because that is what was expected from him. Not because he wanted it more than anything else at the moment, or that he was enjoying it completely or that the other man was turning him on immensely, more than he could have ever imagined.

He pulled Charlie down on top of him, their naked bodies touching for the first time. Charlie felt his fully erect and very wet cock rub across the sharks leg. He could not help but moan. He marveled at how well their bodies fit together, how every angle of the sharks seems to meld and fit into his own. He felt the sharks erection press into him.

The sharks hands were moving around his body, his sides, his back, moving up to his hair and pulling him into their kiss more. Charlie was surprised to find his own hands moving down the sharks slim, firm body. He was even more surprised when he realized that he was rubbing himself shamelessly on the sharks hip.

With strength that stunned Charlie, the shark threw him over so that Charlie was on his back, and the shark was looming over him. His face was flushed, his eyes full of passion, his mouth opened and panting slightly. Charlie looked at that mouth, why didnt he notice how sexy it was before? Those lips, that pout. The shark must have seen the lust in Charlies eyes; he leaned down and kissed him deeply. The sharks hand roamed down Charlies body, found his lengthy erection, and wrapped his small precise fingers around it.

"Whats your name?"  Charlie gasped. "Tell me please."

"Shut it."  He whispered and kissed him again and continued to rub his cock. The Shark began kissing his way down Charlies body, with Charlie writhing and moaning under him. He tenderly kissed Charlies neck, then moved to his chest and latched on to his nipple, and then lower to his flat, hard stomach.

"Ahhh fuck"  Charlie whispered as the Sharks mouth moved to his cock. It was only a moment before those sweet bow-shaped lips were vacuumed sealed around his cock. His hand stroking him in conjunction with his warm velvety mouth. Charlies hips began rocking. He was shocked that he felt his orgasm coming on so quickly; he did not fight it and gave in.

"Gonna cum, ah fuck, Im gonna cum!"

The shark did not pull away, instead he sped up the pace, he wanted it. Charlie realized that the shark meant to take all of him, with a loud groaning scream he came. The Shark sucked and pulled Charlies cock harder, faster until he tasted Charlies hot milky essence. He sucked, pulled and squeezed until Charlie was emptied.

"Fuck, oh fuck, I didnt mean to... I couldnt stop, I'm sorry..."

The shark leaned up and kissed Charlie hard again, letting some of his cum dribble back into Charlies mouth. "Charlie, shut it."  The shark moaned into his kiss.

Then he sat back up, and rifled through his pants pocket and finally produced a tube of lube.

Charlie tensed when he saw the lube. He suspected this is what the shark wanted, but now that it was about to actually happen, he was nervous. As free of a spirit that Charlie was, he had never gone this far with another bloke before. Oral, hand jobs, yeah, but never this.

"Shhhh, I said I wouldnt hurt you."  The shark murmured, he had seen the trepidation in Charlies face. "Please, trust me, alright?"

Charlie looked at those eyes again. How could anyone who had eyes that beautiful hurt anyone?   But he had hurt people, probably hundreds of people. He looked at the shark and nodded. He did trust him. The Shark smiled a real smile, not a snarl, or an evil grin. But a genuine, sweet smile. He looked like he was fucking twelve years old. This was the first real smile Charlie had ever seen from him. He wondered if the Shark had many reasons to smile real smiles. It softened and changed his entire face.

The Shark raised Charlie's leg and kissed the inside of his knee, he rested Charlies leg on his shoulder. He opened the lube and warmed it in his hands before carefully inserting one of his diminutive fingers inside him, all the while watching for signs of Charlies discomfort. After a few moments, he added another finger. Charlie felt slight discomfort, but not pain; he shut his eyes and concentrated on relaxing. The Shark was very slow and gentle with him. Soon he felt another finger, he felt his body relax and open up for him.

Then the fingers withdrew, Charlie moaned at their absence, just as he was becoming accustomed and actually enjoying it. He opened his eyes to see the shark moving up on his knees, closer to him, he was holding his cock and placing it at Charlies opening. Again, Charlie tensed as he felt the slick cock head poke at him. To his surprise, his body allowed him to enter. The feeling was not especially enjoyable, but neither did it hurt, much. The Shark was looking at him, watching. It was at that moment Charlie realized there was music playing, a familiar and favorite tune had suddenly caught his attention....


Chapter 7


Strawberry fields, the Beatles. Yeah.

The Shark pushed in until his body was flush against Charlies. He was completely filled with him. It didnt hurt, they seemed to fit so bloody well, like he belonged there. Did the Shark feel it too? Did he feel the same electric connection as Charlie? This stranger... this dangerous thug, was making Charlie feel things that he had never experienced before.

But, he had to remember, he was dangerous, a predator, and had probably been raised and groomed for preying on others since he was a child.

This other side that Charlie was seeing and experiencing, the gentle, kind side, was it real? Or was the bastard, son-of-a-bitch side his real side, and if so, why is he being so gentle now? He did not need to be this tender with Charlie. He could have taken him roughly and brutally if he wanted. He's a fucking loan shark for fucks sake. He can pretty much do whatever he wants And it hit him, Charlie repeated that to himself, he can do whatever he wants And this is what he wants and how he wants it!

"Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me."

The shark bent down, kissed his mouth, pulled out slightly, and still kissing, he pushed back in to the hilt. Kissing the shark and feeling his slow thrusts, his burning cock buried in him, filling him, was immeasurably mind-blowing for Charlie. He put his arms over his head, lifted his hips and moaned his pleasure. Then the shark slipped his hand under the small of Charlies back and lifted him, he shifted and Charlie felt something he had never felt before. His moan turned into an unexpected squeal. The shark pulled back from his kiss and smiled at Charlie again. He continued his new thrusts for Charlie.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.

Seeing Charlie's hand move across his own body nd then settle on fondling his own nipples, the shark removed his hand from Charlies back and seized a nipple; he playfully toyed with it sending Charlies moans down a pitch in tone, almost to a growl.

The sharks thrusts were increasing in speed, then slowing. Charlie was slowly being driven mad.

"Fuck Ahhh fuck"   Charlie muttered, He had no idea this would be as pleasurable, erotic and intimate as it was. The shark was holding Charlies leg up, kissing, licking and mouthing it as he slowly fucked him. Charlie was feeling another orgasm rising.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is i think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.

Charlie heard the shark humming as he licked and kissed his leg. Fuck! He was humming to Strawberry Fields. Kissing, fucking and humming. This couldnt be happening. The surreal image of himself being shagged by the Loan Shark was turning him on more than it really should. Only it was not the Loan Shark, it was someone who cared about him a great deal, someone who wanted Charlie to experience immense pleasure. Someone who could never hurt him. Charlie just didnt know what his name was yet.

"Charlie, I want you to come for me, come again, lad.'   He reached down and gripped Charlies cock and pulled. He pulled, squeezed, and pumped, while still kissing, and fucking. Charlie felt the heated fever rise in his body, he felt his toes curl, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he came again, hard and loud in the sharks capable small hand.

He came for him.

"Ahhh Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"  Confused, satisfied, embarrassed, delirious, ecstatic, Charlie could not think a clear thought.

Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.

The shark finished rubbing Charlies own semen over him, then brought his hand to his mouth and licked it. Charlie grabbed the sharks wrist and brought his fingers to his own lips and sucked his cum off the sharks fingers. The Shark watched in amused astonishment, he seemed impressed.


Feeling satisfied that Charlie was well taken care of; the Shark placed both hands on either side of Charlie, leaned down and fucked him hard. Charlie watched him, watched his face. He watched this dangerous man totally let go and lose himself. His expression, especially heated passion, was enthralling. But, the way he looked at Charlie was something else, it always gave Charlie chills. The way his eyes narrowed, the way he would slowly scan his body as if he were already fucking him, the chills Charlie would get whenever he would think about the shark, chills that always settled warmly and firmly in his crotch.


"Fuck me so good. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme"  Charlie chanted, eyes now closed. He thrust his hips to give the shark added depth and penetration.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.
Strawberry fields forever.

 

 

Chapter 8


"Charlie!"   The shark gasped, "Fuck!"   They locked eyes once again, "Fuck."  And with a shudder, the shark came. "Charlie!"

He continued to grind him, moving his small hips in slow tight circles in and out of Charlie. Finally, spent and exhausted, the shark released Charlies leg and lied down on top of him, panting. Charlie raised his arms and held them above the sharks heaving back, wondering, he did not want to cross any unspoken line with him. But he had just been made love to by this man. Made love? Yes, it was not brutal; it was not a detached fucking. He had defiantly felt love and tenderness from him. But why?  Why would he go to the trouble of paying off his loan and then make love to him like he did? Did he really care? Did he feel the strong connection, the same connection that Charlie was feeling? Charlie was feeling things for him that he could not understand, but it was strong and powerful. And he wanted it, he wanted more. He wanted more of this man.

Charlie let his hands gently caress the sharks sweaty back, massaging him as he himself liked to be massaged after wonderful shag. He loved when his lovers did this for him. Lovers? Yes, Charlie could see himself wanting to get to know this man better.

As Strawberry Fields winded up, on line seemed to stick in Charlies mind, it seemed to suit the shark perfectly.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Charlie began humming it absentmindedly as he rubbed his back. The shark seemed to melt perfectly into him, fitting together as if they were one, so perfect. He nuzzled Charlies neck; Charlie sighed and turned his head as he swear he felt the smallest of kisses being planted there.

"Stay, stay with me tonight."  Charlie whispered, his arms now wrapped around the shark tight.

The shark paused for  few moments, then he tensed and suddenly sat up, his face tight and anxious. He ignored Charlies comment. "Well Charlie, you were a good fuck, better than I had hoped, well done. Consider your loan paid in full."

Charlie sat up, he was stunned as he watch the shark quickly dress. He refused to even look at Charlie.

"So, thats it is it? Just a fuck? You know something? You're a bloody coward, I know you felt something I felt it too. Why wont you admit it? What the fuck are you so afraid of?"

"Afraid? Me?"   The shark almost sounded hysterical. " I am not fffucking afraid of anything! Do you know who the ffuck I am? Do you know what I am capable of? It is you who should be afraid, Charlie!"   His stutter had returned Charlie noted, he had not stuttered with him in a long time.

The shark was now fully dressed, except his jacket, which was slung over his arm, he opened the door to the flat, but before he walked out, Charlie heard him say something, almost too quietly.

"Jamie."

"What? What did you say?" Charlie whispered.

"Jamie, my name is Jamie."   And he walked out the door.



Friday night, one week later


"New tattoo little brother?  'Living is easy with eyes closed'? Whats the story behind this one?"

Charlie did not answer him, and Liam had soon lost interest anyway.

Charlie was on stage, it was one of the few places where he could totally lose himself; escape any weird thoughts and memories. He had kept his eyes closed almost all night, lost in the music, lost just him and his guitar. But something, someone was out there. He felt it. He opened his eyes looked towards the rear of the theater, and saw him. Standing in the shadows, alone.

Charlie, moved over to Liam, and whispered something to him. Liam nodded. When the song was over, Liam announced that Charlie would be doing a solo. The girls screamed as the rest of the band walked off stage and Charlie took the floor. Charlie saw the figure take a few steps closer.

"This next song is for... Jamie."  He said quietly, he did not want to scare him off. Charlie began strumming the familiar cords he had been strumming all week, and softly began singing.

"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever."

 

 

Comments

[carribbe.livejournal.com]

Wow - Charlie really got to the shark. *grins*.

An interesting take on both characters. Thank you.

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

Thanks, its an oldie I wrote years ago, I am embarrassed to see so many mistakes in it now!

[carribbe.livejournal.com]

It's ok - we all know where your heart was. I suspect nothing we do here is flawless anyway.

I've learned from my own attempts it can be incredibly difficult to edit one's own stuff. You obviously put a lot of time into that one. :)

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

True, and everytime I read it I can find things I want to change in it! Thank you again!

[desire-billy.livejournal.com]

Oh man I remember this one!! SO GOOD!!!! I always wanted more... *HINT HINT* :)

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! You know there is the follow up to this? From the Sharks POV! I can dig it up if you like?

[desire-billy.livejournal.com]

OMG OMG YES!!!!

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

I looked it up in my old fic journal and you were the first to post in it! LOL! But here it is as a reminder: http://pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com/12372.html#cutid1

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

And because my fic journal is a bit messed up, here is where the rest of the chapters are if youre interested:
chap 2: http://pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com/37064.html#cutid1
chap 3: http://pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com/12873.html#cutid1
chap 4: http://pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com/13226.html
chap 5: http://pippinspennyfic.livejournal.com/14228.html

[desire-billy.livejournal.com]

Oh so I did!! But I could always use MORE!!!! love how you write these two!!

[pippins-penny.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! xoxox