#invinciblecrew

He’d imagined a few weeks of being a nuisance would pay off in a quick, rough fuck in a closet somewhere, and then they’d settle into an acquaintanceship at best. Maybe Dirk would call on him every now and then to scratch the itch, if he was lucky.

They’d make it to the colony and their fates would be decided. He’d either eventually come out of the closet or he’d force himself into a loveless straight relationship and they’d never speak again.

It’s the process he prepared himself for, so when weeks passed and Dirk never made the move, yet seemed to grow more tolerant of him, Charlie didn’t know what to do except to continue as he was.

Charlie thought maybe they were just becoming friends. He could handle that. He could put his horniness aside for a friend.

But Dirk kept giving him these looks sometimes, and he’d turn red if Charlie lingered close for long enough, and then he started flexing, showing off, seemingly trying to work him up? Not very straight man on campus of him.

When they’d started hanging out after hours together, Charlie had started feeling hopeful again, despite how he tried to keep the feeling locked up tight. He’d said that he was grateful for everything Dirk could give him, and he’d meant that.

Gradually kissing had become commonplace. He could reach for Dirk in the privacy of their rooms or kitchen storage or an empty ADS and he could usually receive even a brief kiss without too much fuss from the man. Heads ended up in laps - innocently of course - and hands in hair.

Charlie was losing his mind. Jerking off was only taking the edge off, not delivering true relief. Half the time he didn’t even finish, just resolving himself to be itchy and dissatisfied. His own fingers could only do so much after this long.

Then - finally - he’d been allowed to give Dirk head. Enough wine and Dirk’s own need apparently being built up enough had resulted in a quick and dirty blowjob, with Dirk’s hands gripping his hair tight and muffled moans ringing out over his head. Charlie had been in heaven.

He’d jerked himself off twice that night, once during and once after. Absolute bliss.

Getting it to repeat had been another matter.

Dirk - as usual - went a bit skittish with each new advancement in their relationship. Charlie had to be patient, to gently encourage, to wait for the right time and place to try and get him to recreate the scenario.

He hadn’t expected that to lead them here. Not anytime soon, anyway.

His clothes are shoved down just enough to give him room to work with, fist curled around himself as he stroked it swiftly, whimpering out Dirk’s name, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to pretend the hand on him might not be his own—

In his defense, Dirk was the one that had rushed in without knocking.

Charlie jerks his hand away as though burned, fumbling to drag the blankets into his lap and shove down his hard cock out of sight. The friction of the blanket against the slick head of it has him groaning thickly though, his face bright red. “ D-Dirk! Sorry, I— uh, I didn’t— ”

The door slid shut behind Dirk before he could just stumble back out of the room again. Which was more what Charlie was anticipating. Humiliated - blessed - privacy. To smother himself with his own pillow in.

He wished the embarrassment would do absolutely anything to help make his cock less hard but it seemed determined to make this as absolutely awkward as it could be.

So when Dirk’s hand is suddenly brushing his own, he nearly jumps off the mattress in shock. His head jerks up, staring at the other wide eyed. He can’t speak - he doesn’t have the words - as Dirk slowly lowers himself down onto his knees.

Your leg, he wants to protest, but his mouth has gone bone dry.

“ I don’t usually do this - but for you, anything. ”

Dirk tugs aside the blanket as he begins to stammer out a half-hearted defense, a shaky ‘You don’t have to—‘

It’s clumsy, for sure. A hesitant kiss at first, and then a few sloppy attempts at bobbing his head on it before he finally seems to figure out how to accommodate the dick in his mouth.

Charlie keens all the same, struck far more by the who than by the how or how long. A hand fists in Dirk’s hair, his breathing a shudder as he gasps out the other’s name. It takes a rather intensely short amount of time for Charlie to finish up what he’d started, most of his cum landing on Dirk’s face rather than in his mouth when he unexpectedly pulls back from it.

Charlie feels like he might collapse. A shitty blowjob should not have rocked him this badly, but from Dirk? It might as well have been an aphrodisiac pumped directly into his bloodstream.

He dizzily says something about returning the favor, yet he’s brushed off. Dirk borrows his discarded shirt to wipe off his face, and tucks Charlie properly into bed.