Extra Credit (MxM)
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Matty listened to him, watching him climb onto the counter. He rose a brow when the younger said he didn't like to drive. "How can you not like driving? It's one of the most free things to do in life, very independent." The young teacher stood and walked over to Charlie with a gentle sway, stopping in front of him. He lightly placed his hands on the boy's knees, leaning in a bit and looking into his face. "Money and smokes? You're gonna owe me a lot, Cupcake. And is that the one I gave you?"
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"It's dangerous. And don't give me the 'Oh, everything in life is dangerous' speech. Trust me. I freaking know. But no, I get distracted really easily, and I have no freaking dept reception, I swear," He rambled a bit as he waited for the coke to be safe to open, still holding it away from his face as he snapped the tab up. Charlie took a long sip as Matty leaned on his knees. "Mhm. I already know. But I need one. And yeah, yeah it is. Want it back? I forgot to return it to you.." He sighed a little, shaking his head. "I dunno if I'mma be up for sex this weekend, though. I'm not healing as quickly as I'd like, and.. It's not pretty. Plus, you're pretty rough."
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"I didn't intend to give you that speech. I actually didn't know it was a speech, but anyway, motorcycles are more fun. So free, feeling wind blow over you at high speeds. I could never get enough. And you can keep it." The brunette smiled at him while he took a drink and took out his cigarettes to give the younger one. He listened, as usual, and grinned wide when Charlie said he was rough. "I didn't come here for sex, sweet. But I'll be aure to get some from you eventually, and..." Matty leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I want to come inside you this time."
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"I don't like motorcycles," He said, almost scoffing. Charlie took the cigarette, lit it, inhaling in delight. It seemed like the smoke that drifted out carried his problems with it. Not true, he knew, but it was fun to pretend. The same way Charlie's father escaped with alcohol, he did with smoking. The boy shuddered at his teacher's words, humming softly. "Maybe I'll let you. Dunno. Anyways.." He took another drag, running a hand through his hair, noting that it needed washing. Badly.
His mind wondered, and, after a moment, he spoke, not really to Matty, or anyone else. "My dad lost his job." -
"Would you like them if you rode with me?" Matty hummed, watching Charlie exhale smoke and stress from the cancer stick. His hands migrated from the younger's knees to the curves of his hips, pulling him an inch towards the young teacher. "I'll give whatever you want or need if you'd let me do that. Nothing feels better than that when it comes to sex." He frowned, looking into the other's eyes when he caught the bit about his father being laid off, or possibly fired. "Charlie...Is that why you need money so bad?"
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"Maybe," He responded, taking another sip from the coke, flicking a bit of ash out of the cracked window above the sink. He allowed himself to be pulled forward, grinning down at him. "Yeah, but.. Hn. You're clean, right? When's the last time you were tested?"
Charlie's smile faltered, but he held it. He threw his head, back, laughing. "As if. Dad doesn't pay the bills. He buys alcohol and plays poker. I pay the bills. And buy the food, half of the time. No, he hasn't been paying them for a while." -
"We'll go for a ride some time then." The brunette cooed and smirked, stroking his thumbs over the other's hip bones. He was struggling to keep himself from taking the younger on the kitchen counter, trying to focus on anything but having sex with Charlie. He chuckled lightly at the question. "Of course I'm clean. My last physical was just before moving here, so my doctor could send updated information to whoever I go to here. And when I said you needed money, I meant you were the one that pays the bills."
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Charlie finished the cigarette, and threw the bud out the window, wiggling slowly onto the floor. He was flush against Matty, his broken arm an awkward barrier between them. He didn't move, though. "I'd like that. And, good. I guess you can. Everyone else uses condoms, so it'd be perfectly safe," He reasoned, more for himself. The boy nodded, sighing. "Yeah, I do. It doesn't really matter, though. I'm leaving when I turn eighteen. Four months and seven days, by the way," He hummed.
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The older helped him when he scooted off the counter, still holding Charlie at his hips. He was careful of the casted arm. "Be sure to tell me when you feel better, okay? I'll be more gentle with you if that's what you need, too." Matty was surprised at how close Charlie's birthday was and smiled. "You'll be graduating around that time. Where will you go? And what will you do when you move out?"
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Charlie couldn't help but be a bit of a tease, shifting his hips lightly against Matty's while wearing a grin. "I will. And oh, you may have to be. Ever done it nice and vanilla, sir?" Where the 'sir' came from, Charlie wasn't sure. He shrugged it off, nodding. "I will. And, I'm leaving. Getting the hell out of dodge. I dunno what after that. Write a book, maybe. I've got pretty good grades.. Go to college. Get a degree in English. Marry someone. Adopt two kids. And.. And be a good father," He said, a bit of determination creeping into his voice at the last bit.
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The older bit his lip to hold back a moan when their hips connected. Charlie was being so alluring. "For a sweet cupcake like you, I'll be gentle if that's what you want." Matty chuckled lightly at the 'sir' himself but settled when the younger spoke of what he planned to do. He pulled the boy a bit closer, still being careful of his arm. "So you'll be like me, huh? An English teacher anyway. I don't know if I'll ever marry. I haven't found a lover who can handle me, and I somewhat doubt I will. Same with kids. I like helping them, don't know if I could raise them." The brunette smiled a bit teasingly. "You seem more like a mother to me."
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"Mm, you'll have to be.." Charlie trailed a bit, allowing Matty to pull him closer, being sure that their hips pressed together, in another attempt to tease him. The boy shook his head. "No. I don't want to teach. I want to write. Like, for newspapers and s---," He clarified, shrugging. "Teaching sounds a bit boring, to be honest. And I don't understand how I could seem like a mother now. It's not as if I have an example to go off."
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"Only until you're healed, then we play my way." Matty eyed Charlie's lips, imagining every little thing they could do. Everything the older could ask them to do. But he was pulled from his fantasies by the sound of the boy's voice. "A writer..What kind of things do you want to write about? Or what styles do you want to write? And I hope I don't bore you too much. Your job, no matter what it is, can be either borning or fun depending on what you do. And, Cupcake, if you're as straight as a curly fry, I have a feeling you'll be the woman and the mother of the relationship." Matty teased with a playful grin.
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"Of course," He agreed, closing his eyes. He slid away from Matty to down the rest of his coke, crush it under his foot, and toss it into the trash. He picked up the other one, popped the top, and took three sips before setting it back on the counter. "I dunno. Social issues. Stuff." He shook his head, huffing. "Curly fries aren't straight-- ..I see what you mean. Yeah, I guess you're right."
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Matty frowned when the other moved away from, and watched him crunch and toss the can into the garbage. "Don't you know how to recycle?" He shook his head lightly and crossed his arms leaning to one side. "A writer needs to at least have an idea, something they're passionate about, before they just start writing. Mm..Such a beautiful housewife you'll be. I hope whoever gets the pleasure of your hand will take care of you." He smiled warmly at the younger.
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