75. MORNING CLARIFICATION

/Charles/

“Desperation shows on Max's face, where a bit of beard is sprouting, making him look incredibly sexy and virile. 
My hand leaves his erection, which is already getting hard, and as soon as I let go, he answers sincerely: - My ass says yes!
I raise a skeptical eyebrow, it's really hard to activate my brain. 
- What do you mean? - it might have been a clear answer if I'd been more alert, but his hand slides from my back to my arched ass and there he begins to play absentmindedly, as if I were his property now and he could do whatever he wanted with me.
Either he remembers something more than me, or he's still asleep, or the gin and tonics have made him stupid. They're all possible, actually, and one doesn't exclude the other. 
Despite all, I don't stop him. 
- I have all the post-fuck sensations. - he says in his raspy, scratchy voice, which helps my erection reach the same state as his. 
It's already morning, plus we're naked and he's disheveled and damn erotic. I didn't imagine he could be so much in the morning. 
- And would they be? - I'm struggling to understand. I'm struggling to recover. I'm struggling with everything especially because his finger is now sneaking between my buttocks, searching for something I remember him doing once to make me understand that I feel the sensations, I do feel them. 
- My ass hurts, Charles. Have you ever had a cock in you ass, or did you always put it in Pierre's? 
His annoyed question makes me horny, not that my mood needs help twisting, but he obviously always has that gift, and as I'm about to tug on his nipple that my fingers have been playing with, I stop in time only because his finger now finds the right path and so instead of pinching him, I press my face to his chest, bending my leg more to give him all the access he wants. 
Meanwhile my voice responds with a mix of annoyance and pleasure. 
- Yes, I took it in the ass. Once. The last time we did it. That's how he realized I couldn't take it anymore!
Only when he removes the finger that was giving me shivers of pleasure, do I realize I'd never told him and that he must not have liked the detail. In fact he doesn't touch me anymore, raises both arms crossing them behind his neck and stares at me harshly, waiting for me to raise my head and fix the things. 
- Good, then you'll remember that it hurt the next day! Unless it's so small you can't even feel it going in! 
I don't know whether to call it acidic or poisonous, what comes out of his splendid mouth, but I emerge from his chest with a mischievous, amused smile. 
He's pissed, obviously, but since we apparently broke the ice last night, I might as well take advantage of it and take the wheel like I always knew I wanted to. 
I climb on top of him aiming for his face, and when I'm about to kiss him, I reply: - Pierre is quite well-endowed, and yes, you're right, I remember being sore the next day... 
At this Max turns his head to the side, blocking my mouth from landing on his; he's hard and annoyed. As hard as his cock was a moment ago, before it came apart for Pierre's introduction, which I didn't want to do.
- Of course, putting something big and hard into a small, tight hole is definitely not like pooping!  
At this I burst out laughing. I know he's angry, I understand that and he's definitely right, but he put Pierre in the mix! 
But since he's acting angry now, let's see if we can sort this out. I'm good at this. 
As I slowly descend to his neck, I kiss him and speak softly, sending shivers that he's no doubt trying to fight because he's stubborn. 
- But it only hurts if you're not used to it. If you exercise, you shouldn't have any problems... 
Max keeps his arms behind his neck and stands straight as I slide down taking possession of his well-sculpted body, thanks to the gym. He's not muscular, but compared to before, when it was soft and simple, it's a whole different thing. 
He's damn hot now and my lips let him know it. 
- But what does it have to do with it, I haven't taken it in a long time, you know? - the way he says it is more of a meow than a growl. My mouth is doing its job on the nipple, I tease the other one with my fingers and while I nibble and suck it, I continue my work of softening. 
- Glad to know your ass was waiting for my cock, then.
At this Max ends up laughing. It's stronger than him, I think. 
- How romantic you are! - knowing he's already over it, I laugh too sliding down his abs, which are now relaxed and easier to nibble as I descend into my own personal paradise. Paradise that's now private property. 
- So we fucked, but no one remembers because we were too drunk, huh? - I say languidly once I reach his crotch which I lick. 
Max tenses and takes a deep breath. He uncrosses his arms and threads his fingers through my hair.
I swear, if you pull my hair again, I'll rip your balls off!
I remember telling him that. In fact, it's the last thing I remember from last night. 
- Mmm... yeah... - oh, don't moan, I have a fucking weakness for your voice. It's terrible when you use it like that. - What are you going to do about it? - he adds mischievously.
I nibble the lines of his groin before reaching his cock, which I so willingly sucked last night. A beautiful memory to which this will now be added. 
- I have an idea, see if you like it...
Before telling him, I lick it all over starting from the base to the tip, then I take it in my hand while is already swelling as before and I caress my face with it. As I do so, I raise my sly gaze to him; Max raises his head, alienated and excited, impatient for me to tell him the idea and give him a blowjob. 
- What would that be?
Smiling mischievously and amusedly, I continue to caress my face with his smooth penis and kiss it softly. Max moans, but I can't tell if it's from pleasure or desperation. 
- I was thinking of doing it again now that we're sober. That way we'll both remember it.
Max immediately understands the reference and his laughter fills me with shivers of pleasure. 
- Finally, you can put your brilliant plan into action! How long have you been trying to fuck me using this system?
As I wrap my lips around his cock and start sucking, we both remember the times before, when I was the drunk one who couldn't remember what happened that night, and then the same thing happened to him some time later. 
In both cases, the conversation was, "What if we'd fucked and you didn't remember?" "Well, we should have done it again so I could remember too!"
But neither of us idiots ever lied about it; we've always been stupidly honest with each other, neither of us took advantage of the other's pitiful condition. It's the first time we've both been equally drunk: neither of us held the other back, and we did everything we wanted. 
It's not a problem; after two years, we've made it. Now, though, it's time to put that damned plan into action. 
Max thrusts his hips as I suck his very excited cock. He accompanies the increasingly impetuous movements with his hands on the back of his neck, and the idea of him fucking my mouth is already driving me crazy, but I don't want it to end like this. I don't want it to be this fast. 
So I pause, moving down his thighs, licking and nibbling the sensitive inner part that makes him moan and groan, then moving up his body, leaving a wet trail with my tongue. My gaze fixed on his, hungry and lustful. 
You're mine, now I'll make you understand better. You're sober and have no excuses. You'll have to remember that forever. 
Now there's no more playing around; the time for consideration is over. 
I'm taking charge now and if you ever want to rebel, you'll have to work hard. 
I find his mouth again as I straddle him and begin caressing him with my hips, pleasuring myself with his soft, warm body beneath me. I suck his lip and grind against him as if I were in heat. 
Desire grows and Max accompanies my movements with his hands on my buttocks, until I move from my mouth to my ear. After licking it, I whisper huskily and sensually: - Are you going to suck me too, or do I have to force you by shoving it into your mouth?
Max smiles mischievously and amusedly, and moves from my ass to the nape of my neck, embracing me. 
- Mm... what a wonderful temptation...
At my bite right under my ear he moans and laughs, deciding to push me onto my back. Luckily, he doesn't waste any more time and while he comments with a sly: - You’re so touchy! - he descends in my body with that damned blowjob mouth of his. 
I'll fuck that mouth just as I will his ass, because now it's mine and I deserve it. I deserve to possess it however I want. 
But now he slides over my skin, kisses and licks me, and loses himself in enjoying me and what he likes, and I let him. I let him take me, suck me, caress me, and savor me however he wants, because now I'm his too and he can have me however and whenever he wants. 
How long did it take us to get to this point? But we're finally here and when his mouth closes on my hard, throbbing erection, I immediately sigh with pleasure and relief. Max doesn't waste much time; it's not his style. He doesn't play with me anymore: he wants me, he desires me and he can't take it anymore. Above all, he wants me to fuck him, because he wants to surrender to me again and no longer wants to fight to get what he wants. He just wants to receive it. 
And then I still have to give him the special award for his first world championship. 
My cock grows in his mouth, which really knows how to give blowjobs. His soft, wet lips travel the length of my cock and as I swell and reach his throat, I begin to thrust, feeling myself reach the limit again. 
Just before I shoot and finish everything, I slip away from him and get up on my knees, commanding him hoarsely and full of desire: - Turn around...
He doesn't need to be told twice, he doesn't argue, he doesn't fight. He's happy to do it and seeing him so surrendered is both strange and beautiful. 
I hadn't understood anything about him.
He couldn't wait for me to take over. That's why he was dragging his feet. 
Well, dear Max, now I'll satisfy you.
He turns around remaining on all fours, presses his face to the bed and gives me the part of himself that from now on will be mine alone. 
I disappear there with my face, spread his ass cheeks and lick them, first sliding in with my fingers. I play with it a bit and let him enjoy it, because I know how wonderful this treatment is for us men, so I take care of one of his best parts while I masturbate him, sliding my hand between his legs. 
Max is a tormented soul, moaning and writhing beneath me, he can't take it anymore, so when he calls me with lust, when I hear my name coming from his mouth in that raspy voice that drives me crazy, I stop with my fingers and mouth, straighten up, and after lubricating myself again with saliva, I grab his hips, spread his ass and orient myself inside him.
After a couple of gentle, patient thrusts, I finally manage to get in properly. 
From how I slide in more easily than I expected, I must have done better than last night when I was drunk, even if I don't remember. 
Slowly and calmly, I push deeper and deeper until, once I'm all the way in, I begin to move faster and more fluidly. 
I'm inside him. 
I look up at his bare, spacious back. Max turns his head and searches me with his gaze. I suck my lip, imagining doing the same with his, ending up sighing and moaning as his voice joins mine. 
I move faster and everything grows in intensity and pleasure. Shivers run through me from head to toe and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, right now, than inside him.
Inside my Max. 
Now I'll take care of you. From now on, I'll take care of you, baby. 
When I think about it, the pleasure is acute and absolute and I can't help but increase my thrusts and force; I can't resist. 
I want more, just like he's begging me, and only when we call each other, when he moans my name and I moan his, does everything disappear, the room blurs and only the two of us remain, entwined and fused together. Here I finally come, arching back and rolling my eyes. Everything explodes and for a moment I feel alive and charged with emotions that overflow at once, happiness almost spilling out of my eyes. 
I'm so normal. So wonderfully normal. 
Thank you, Max. Thank you for turning me into such a normal human. Thank you.”

/Max/

“His body is made for fucking. Especially for fucking me. 
My tongue running over his perfect, sinuous body aligns with this discovery. I can't stop touching and sucking him. Now that I can enjoy every part of him, I'd do it all day. I don't feel like I have enough. I want more. I need more. 
I take his cock which grows quickly in my mouth, I help myself with hand as he thrusts with his pelvis fucking my face, and I want nothing more than this. For him to fuck me. He drives me crazy, he wants to dominate, but at the same time, he feels good here beneath me, under my mouth, with my hands touching him everywhere. 
I need him. I need to touch him. I need to feel that everything I've wanted for so long, is finally mine. 
I feel him growing in my mouth, he's about to come and as soon as I think about it, he pulls away and, with his typical arrogance that drives me crazy, orders me to turn over. 
Shivers run through me from head to toe. I would never dare resist. You've finally understood that you have to dominate and that I adore you in your truest and most instinctive form. 
This is you 100% and no one will ever see you the way I do, no one will ever know the truest and deepest part of you. That you're a demon instead of the angel everyone sees. 
Because you're good, damn good at making everyone believe what you want, and I know you do it because you want to make your father proud, but he'll surely be proud even if you fuck me forcefully because you want to possess me, because you fucking love to be in charge, because being above everyone is your truest reason for living and I want to give it to you; because I like to win too, but more than that, I like to feel you filled with passion that makes me understand how much you want me.
Make me feel yours. Yours to the core, irremediably yours. 
After a preparation that I don't know how long and adequate because knowing what he's about to do I'm already delirious, I think about begging him at a certain point, but finally after tongue and fingers, his cock arrives.
Charles penetrates me and this time it will stay in my mind; some flashes of last night return, vague and indistinct. We've been in the same position, I think. 
He stays still for a bit to let me get used, then moves slowly and patiently, gradually going deeper and faster. 
Shivers run down my neck from the back, becoming more and more electric. 
Our moans fill the room, his fingers dig into my hips possessive and impetuous.
He's so fucking overbearing and domineering. 
You're gorgeous. This is your true essence and I'm so fucking lost for you. You want me so badly and you've finally taken me just like you've always wanted, I'm finally yours. Just like I've wanted for years. It couldn't have been any other way.
Charles is Charles. He has a special aura. He's the kind of person who makes everyone agree, unlike me who divides the masses into those who love me and those who hate me. Somehow he always manages to please, yet inside he's so fucking imperfect and overbearing. 
His cock thrusts repeatedly while his groin slams against my ass, the thrusts following one another, frantic and powerful until I feel him touching that part inside me that completely disconnects me. The shocks are even stronger and more uncontrolled racing up my spine, and in an instant they're everywhere in my body, leaving me dazed and deeply shaken. 
Shocks of absolute, hot, impetuous pleasure. 
You're my gorgeous demon in the body of an angel. You're so fucking sexy and hot, and you're mine. Absolutely mine. 
I moan his name and as we come he moans mine too, and everything fades, everything explodes. Everything turns white. 
Wonderfully white, not black, not red. Just white. 
Charles takes me and makes me his, and it's as if he's taking care of me; I abandon myself completely to him, I can finally relax, because there are no more fights and wars, everything I want is finally inside me.
As Charles, exhausted and panting, collapses on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his hot cum slides down between my thighs while mine is probably smeared on the bed beneath me. 
He kisses my back, reaching my shoulder and neck. I turn my head searching for him and when he reaches my face, he kisses me lightly and exhaustedly. We intertwine our lips without doing anything else. Just like that. 
We feel each other, we breathe and we enjoy this perfect moment. 
I'm fine. I'm so fine. I don't think I've ever been so happy. 
I've won a world championship before and had sex countless times, often wonderful. I've been with a wonderful person like Daniel. So many good things have happened to me, besides the shitty ones related to my father and the fucking childhood he gave me. 
But nothing compares to this. 
His mouth on mine, his slim, hot body covering me, his arms enveloping me, possessive and determined. 
- Are you mine, Max? - he asks, only in now remembering that there are two of us. I smile at his attempt to seem less selfish and overbearing. 
- I am, are you? - I ask exhausted as well, my heart racing and now I think I won't walk straight again for days, but I'm damn happy. 
Charles smiles and nuzzles his face against mine, reaching my cheek where he places a tender kiss. 
- Yes, I am. - there’s no need to say anything else. Finally, another part of our journey begins, a part we’ll travel together.
This time it’s true, it’s real and it’s complete. There are no second thoughts, parentheses or footnotes. 
It’s just the two of us who are truly, fucking together. 
- I’ll never make you take it back, you know that? - Charles laughs and holds me even tighter, and even though we’re so damn uncomfortable now, we stay like this to capture the wonderful feeling, to not let it go. 
If you played the piano now, Charles, what would come out of your ever-melancholic fingers? Would it be a happier melody than the one you played me that day at your house? I hope so. I hope I’ve made you at least a little more serene. I hope that now, thanks to me, your smile will be brighter and that you’re a little happier. I really hope so, because I am, thanks to you. Happy.” 

NOTE: This ends the second part and the next chapter will mark the beginning of the third and final part. 
I like to follow the threads I'd previously established, referencing things said or done, like how they actually had sex for the first time while drunk, forgetting it, and then having it again sober to remember it. 
I see a Charles with Max who is very different from the one the world knows, as evidenced by the way he persists with him, repaying him for all the wrongs he suffers on the track. We talk about the early years, but he no longer had to give him lessons because Max essentially let Charles tame him. And this proves my theory: that Charles is dominant with Max. 
BUT, there's a but. I'm also very convinced that their roles in bed aren't so fixed and will change over the course of the fic based on their experiences. I say this because maybe some people prefer other roles. For a while, there's CharlesXMax, but then, for the sake of clarity, it will become MaxXCharles. See you next time. Kisses Akane