Richard scavenged through the boxes he still hadn't unpacked, trying to find the things he needed for tonight, and boy, where they hiding.
A knock on his door tore him from his search and he glanced up, his curly haired father standing at the doorway. "Can we talk?" Niall asked of his son, coming into the room and closing the door behind him, "Well I don't think you're going to give me a chance." Richard chuckled, taking a seat on his large bed beside his father.
"It's about Charlie..." Niall sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Richard really wasn't in the mood for getting yelled at, but he went along with it never the less. He had a smoking date tonight and he didn't mean Amanda from the cheerleading squad. He meant the beautiful boy he let finger him at school.
"I know you want best for him and I respect that, but...I just...I want you to be careful with Zayn, Okay? He isn't exactly warming up to this whole, Charlie on the dating scene thing and I don't know if he ever will be. He's protective, you know that." Niall rambled.
"Charlie isn't 'On the dating scene' He's with me. It's simple as that. He's not going anywhere, he's not going to sleep around because I'm here, I'm going to protect him and I'm not going to let anyone, including Zayn, stand in my way of loving him."
Niall smiled, patting his sons shoulder. "I'm proud of you Richard. I approve of this relationship, but Zayn doesn't...I just...I want you to be careful okay? I can try to talk to Zayn, but that's the best I can do."
Richard smiled gratefully at his father, leaning into him and hugging him, "I never told you but you the best dad in the world." Richard told him, nuzzling against Niall's neck like he did when he was a child. "I don't know if I've ever told you, but I'm proud to call you my son."
They shared there moment, Richard pulling away with a smile, realizing that he had climbed onto his father's lap. "Oh, I almost forgot. I figured you were looking for there, but a rat got to your old ones on the move over so I bought you some new ones." Niall blushed, handing his son a box of condoms.
"T-Thanks dad...You wouldn't by any chance have any lube?" Niall thought about it for a moment, but knew the only lube he had would be his and Louis. "I...Me and your dad have about half a bottle?" He tried but Richard head.
"I'll pass. I can pick some up tonight. I don't know what time I'll be home but, can I sleep on the couch? Not sure if I'll be able to climb stairs after tonight."
Niall gasped, coving his mouth. "I...I would have thought-Oh my god you're a power bottom! I can't wait to tell your dad!"
Richard face palmed as he dad raced from the room.
He checked his phone, seeing that it was already nine at night and decided to grab his clothes and head to the bathroom, where he showed-shaving in needed areas-and got re-dressed, not bothering with his hair, seeing as Charlie was sure to mess it up anyways, then headed out the door, waving by to Niall on the way out.
He made a pit stop at the store and picked up a bottle of lube and candy bar for Charlie, because of course, he would be asking for one.
The cashier gave him a filthy wink and he turned up his nose, walking out without another word and getting in his car.
It was now ten thirty and Richard knew the Tomlinson's where already in bed. Zayn had work in the morning and Harry, well Harry sleepy all day long, so no news there.
He parked a few blocks away and jumped out, making the walk to the Tomlinsons home where he grabbed a few pebbles, nicking them at Charlie's window, that opened slowly, Charlie's messy blonde hair poking out before he went feet first out the window, Richard catching him and setting him on the ground.
"How did you know I was coming to get you?" Richard wondered, taking Charlie's hand and leading him back to his car. "I don't know...Just thought you would." He giggled, getting in.
"Here, got you a candy bar."
Charlie squealed and nibbled on the candy as they drove. "Where are we going?" Charlie asked as he finished his chocolate. "Where we normally go? I wanted to try something with you, if that's okay?"
Charlie nodded and leaned against Richards arm while he drove, finally coming to their usual cliff, overlooking the city where Richard stopped the car, putting the top down. The night was warm and almost dry, without a hint of wind.
"Charlie...do you remember when I asked you if you knew how two boys have sex?" Charlie nodded, liking where this was going. "Well...I wanted to do that. You know, have sex. If you...Okay with that?"
Charlie nodded again, getting antsier by the moment as he squirmed around a bit in his seat. "Do you know how it works Superman?"
Charlie shook his head, biting on his lower lip as Richard undid his seatbelt, climbing a little closer to Charlie. "Well...You know how I...Put you penis in my mouth? Well, instead of my mouth, you...Put it where you put your fingers earlier. Do you...want to do that?"
Charlie's eyes widened. He wasn't sure what his peepee was really called, but he assumed that was what Richard was referring too.
"O-Okay." He reached for the bottom of his jeans, about to pop them open before Richard stopped him. "I'll do that...Just...sit back, Okay?"
Charlie nodded, leaning against the car door, while Richard himself ran his hands under Charlie's shirt, biting on his lip and letting out a small moan. Charlie wasn't muscular, or even firm at that. He was soft and squishy and in all honest, Richard loved that.
So, he pealed the shirt off, leaving Charlie's chest exposed. "You're so pretty superman," Richard breathed, leaning forward and pecking on of Charlie nipples. "Girls are pretty. I'm not a girl." Charlie crossed his arms, hiding his body from Richard. "Boys can be pretty too, baby. I think your very pretty. Your body is..." Richard finished with a groan, attaching Charlie's collar bone and sucking, before he traveled down the boy's body, leaving various kisses until he reached the main event; Charlie's freakishly large cock.
He undid the button, pulling down the zipper slowly. Like he was winding a jack in the box. Scared it were going to pop out and hit him in the face.
Which it might, due to the aroused state the younger boy was in and the slight bucking of his hips whenever Richards fingers brushed against his manhood.
"R-Richard please." Charlie whimpered. And of course, Richard couldn't say no to that face and resorted to pulling his tight boxers past the throbbing in his pants and yes, if you're wondering, it did spring up. Just like a Jack in the box.
Richard chuckled, swiping his tongue over Charlie's tip, the boy in the passenger seat gasping.
Charlie made another swipe, this time, wrapping his large hand around Charlie's member and guiding him into his mouth, where he bobbed his head, the slight sound of swishing and skin against skin.
"R-Richard," Charlie whined, tangling his small hands in Richards Hair, that was barley long enough for him to grab onto and Richard was right...Charlie would want to tug on his hair.
"Richard-More!" He cried now, bucking his hips into Richards mouth, his head poking the back of Richards throat and making him gag, his eyes watering and he pulled away, but not in enough time to move his face because it was painted in white spurts of Charlie's spunk.
Richard held his mouth open as another ribbon of cum splattered his face, some landing in his mouth in which he swallowed. "Me sorry," Charlie said innocently, trying to wipe Richards face but he pushed the boys hand away, wiping the cum up with his fingers and licking his hand clean.
"You always taste so good." He breathed after he finished wiping the access amounts of sperm off his face and swallowing it all down, before he pressed his lips to Charlie's like a needy whore.
And honestly, that's what Richard was. He was a whore for Charlie, a udder slut and he couldn't control himself around said boy.
Hell, he'd had him finger him in the school fucking library. He impaled himself on Charlie's little hand and got off on it and if that wasn't eh most sinful thing he'd ever done, then fucking Lilly piper in the outhouse at the fair classified him as a saint. Not that he wanted to do a girl, but he couldn't help himself? He was so horny, and of course, Richard couldn't old himself off.
Just like now, as he ripped off his clothes, grinding his ass against Charlie's hard length.
And Charlie didn't understand what Richard was doing. Honestly, it scared the shit out of him and hurt his hips due to the awkward position. Not that he wanted to speak up. Richard looked so content there, pushing his boxer covered bum onto Charlie and to say the elder wasn't trying to get off would be the lie of the century.