Title: Photo Finish
Author: Shades of Hades
Date: February, 2007
A/N: This is from Charles's point of view. Thought I would make it clear, even though it's pretty obvious once you start.


Part Three: Challenge Makes the Heart Grow Fonder


There was a jingle as I slid the key into the lock.
'Click'.
I turned the knob and pushed it opened.
The room was dark.
Damn it. Maybe he wasn't home.
My fingers moved over to the light switch to look around the room, only to stop the movement as I heard a familiar voice from the darkness say, “John? Don't turn the light on, I'm trying to take a nap.”
I grinned to myself. He WAS home.
I silently crept forward, eyes squinting into the darkness of the room looking for his bed, because there was nothing like surprising someone with sex when they're trying to take a nap. I love taking advantage of him in the dark.
Not that I really liked sex in the darkness, but it seemed to be a pattern with Will and I. It was probably more comfortable for him considering I was the first guy he had ever slept with, but at the same time, it made me kind of sad, because that meant I never REALLY got to see his face while we did it. Well, that's not entirely true. We did have sex with the lights on a few times, but he usually tries to avoid it and me after it happens. Stupid insecure bastard.
My eyes were adjusting to the darkness when his movement caught my eye. I walked towards him, quietly lifting the blankets and sliding into the bed next to him.
“John? What the hell?” He said, completely confused as he blinked at me in the darkness.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.
Will pushed me away, eyes wide.
“Charles?! What the hell are you doing in my room?!”
I pulled him close to me and buried my face against his neck, dangling the keys in front of his face.
“You left them at my room,” I told him as I planted kisses against his bare skin. “So,” I asked slowly, carefully choosing my words as a grin forces the corners of my mouth up, “do you always sleep naked?”


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“Are you gonna put a condom on?”
I paused in my prodding and glanced at him. “What are you talking about? You didn't make me wear one the first time we did it.”
He blushed, and I had to try very hard not to lick his cute little cheek. “W-- well, the first time I didn't know we were going to have sex, so why would I have a condom?”
“You don't carry one in your wallet? What kind of man are you?” I asked in mock horror.
He glared at me. “I use to, but I used it and never replaced it.”
“So, you just never expected to fuck anyone again?” I tried not to laugh.
“Fuck you.”
“Well, I'm trying, but you're making it hard with your condom talk.”
He stuck his tongue out at me and I moved fast, pressing my tongue against his.
Will fought back, but eventually relaxed into the kiss, so I continue my prodding. He pulled back.
“Seriously, you have to wear a condom. I don't want any diseases.” I kissed him again. He just pushed me away.
“Fine. You would have caught my diseases by now anyways, but sure, put it on me,” I told him with a cheeky smile, standing up to put my cock right in his face.
He blushed bright crimson as he stared at it. “W-- Why would I do that?!” he asked me completely embarrassed.
“Because I'm not going to wear one unless you put it on me.”
“Sit down and put it on yourself, you bastard, otherwise you can't fuck me.”
“Touche,” I said as the little packet hit me in the face. This was bad. He was learning how to manipulate me. Pretty soon he's going to have me wrapped around his little finger. It's amazing how one can wear the pants in a relationship, but still take it like the little bitch they are.
I ripped the packet with my teeth, and took out the rubber, rolling it over the tip and onto the shaft.
“You never wanna touch me,” I complained to him loudly, staring at him with puppy dog eyes. “You let me fuck you, but you won't acknowledge the fact that I have a penis.”
He sputtered. “I acknowledge that you have a penis, I just don't like it when you stick it in my face every chance you get, asshole.”
“If you were a real boyfriend, you would touch my penis,” I said with a grin, leaning back over him.
“I'm not your boyfriend,” he told me between grit teeth as I slid into him.
“Like hell you aren't. We've been fucking for a month.” I stopped at stared at his face, waiting for the sign to move.
“Just because we fucked a few times doesn't mean I'm dating you,” he told me, voice strained, and eyes filled with tears.
I leaned down and kissed him, feeling him finally relax, and thrusting slowly. “It was sixteen,” I told him happily.
“What?” he asked with a gasp.
“We've fucked sixteen times since that day in the labs,” I grunted in his ear, thrusting hard, encouraged by his moans.
“Fine, but that doesn't mean I'm your boyfriend,” Will gasps out.
“Fine. How about lover?”
“That's so gay,” he says, leaning up to kiss me, nearly distracting me from our conversation.
I pushed harder into him and his fingers gripped my shoulders hard, body pushing against mine with need.
“So says the flaming homosexual.” I grin and he glares at me.
“I'm not gay, you bastard!” He raises his hand to hit my arm, but is distracted by a particularly well placed thrust.
“Oh come on,” I said, with a laugh, panting into his ear. “You're so gay, you might as well light yourself on fire while dancing a jig, you're that fucking flaming.”
He was panting as well, arms dropping from my shoulders to grip the bars behind his head, hips thrusting against mine.
“No. I'm not. I'm bisexual, asshole,” he told me with a smart ass grin, and I stopped in mid thrust.
He squirmed, trying to get me to continue.
“When did you decide this?” I asked, staring at him. He blushed under the pressure, body still trying to force me onwards.
“I don't wanna talk about it,” He said, sliding his hips down to impale himself, growing impatient with me.
“If you don't tell me I won't finish,” I told him sternly and he stopped, struggling to sit up without loosing too much contact.
“Last week when we were having sex,” he said, turning his head to the side and blushing.
“And what made you decide this?” I asked him with a raised eyebrow, thrust teasingly against him.
He threw his head back with a moan and stammered out, “B-- because, I was thinking that even though I liked it when you fucked me I was wishing you had a pair of tits.”
I stopped moving my hips and stared at Will for a moment before I burst into fits of laughter. “That doesn't make you bisexual, that makes you a perverted weirdo! You love chicks with dicks!”
He punched me in the mouth. It didn't hurt so much as startled me a little, after all, with me nestled deep inside him, he couldn't exactly find a good angle to hit me from.
I pinned his wrists down to the bed. “I was only kidding,” I told him as I leaned down to kiss him.
We moved against each other again, and I was finally feeling close to the edge when there was a distinct sound of a lock turning. I glance down at the boy under me, wondering if he had heard it.
“C-- Charles!” Will said, gripping my shoulders again and pulling me down to his lips with need. I happily lapped at the inside of his mouth as I ignored the sound of the door squeaking opened. If he didn't notice it, then I shouldn't either. He panted into my mouth and I moved my arm to yank the blankets over us, trying hard to maintain my balance as I did so.
“What are you doing?” He asked me breathlessly, and I grinned.
The light clicked on.
“W-- Will?!” Came the startled voice of the person I assume is his roommate and Will's eyes widened and he blushed as he looked over at the other guy, completely horrified.
“It's not what it looks like!” Will told him, pushing me, along with the blankets off him. It only took him seconds to realize what he had done, and what he was exposing before he scrambled for the blankets again and threw them over both of us.
I gave his roommate a wide grin. “Oh, don't let him fool you, it's exactly what it looks like,” I told him as I leaned down and kissed Will's lips.
“I-- I-- I--” Came the answer from the doorway as Will struggled to get away from me. “I'll just wait outside while you two finish up!”
And with that, the embarrassed roommate slammed the door behind him, leaving us alone in the room again.
“You bastard,” Will told me with a scowl, slapping me across the face like a girl.
“You love it and you know it,” I told him with a grin and continued my fast paced thrusts, trying to desperately finish before the fight could continue.
We finally came, hot trails splashing across my chest and stomach and when we were done, I sat up and pulled myself out of him.
He buried his face in his hands and I had the distinct feeling he wanted to do nothing more than hide under a rock. “I can't believe John caught us having sex.”
I wiped the seamen off my stomach with one of his socks and offered it to him. He pulled his face from his hands to glare at me.
“That sock was clean, you bastard.” He punched me in the arm and ripped the sock out of my hands.
He wiped himself off and stood up to pull his boxers back on. He glared at me and threw the sock in my face. “Get dressed and get out of my room.”
Making a face, I dropped the now used condom into the trash with disgust.
“Is that anyway to treat your boyfriend?” I asked him in mock hurt as I turned and tossed the dirty sock in his laundry basket and grabbed my pants.
“I told you, you're not my boyfriend!” He gave an offended huff and turned around, crossing his arms.
I pulled my pants up and grabbed my shirt off the floor.
“Fine then, how about this? You're my bitch. I think it's fitting.”
If looks could kill they'd be saying my eulogy right now.
“Fine, I'm your boyfriend, now get the fuck outta my room,” he told me with an angry growl.
There was a knock on the door, then a timid voice asked, “Is it safe to come in?”
“Yes,” Will answered him as he bent over to fish his pants off the floor.
“Make me leave,” I told him defiantly, sitting back down on his bed and crossing my arms, throughly enjoying the view of him bent over in front of me.
My fingers sneak out and pinched his rear. Will gave a startled yelp and turned around, eyes blazing.
“You BASTARD! I can't believe you would do something like that! In front of John too!” I grinned at his words. I mean, after that time that I made sure all the other darkrooms were 'conveniently' full so I could have sex with him, he doesn't think I would do something like pinch his ass in front of someone? What kind of man does he take me for?
I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, bringing him to m chest dramatically. “Are you telling me I can't tell my snuggle bunny how sexy I think he is in front of his roomie!?” I made a sniffling noise as a glared at John over Will's shoulder, daring him to try to do anything to MY Will.
John only squeaked in response and blushed, obviously understanding that possessive look in my eyes. Good, as long as we're on the same page.
Will's fingernails dug into my flesh as his fingers gripped my sides hard and I knew now was the time to escape before he blew up at me and I had to do something sweet to make it up to him.
“Charles...?” He ground out in my ear, obviously getting angry at me and I let go with a little laugh.
“Sorry, sweetie.” I told him with a cheeky grin.

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“Just so you know, my roommate is terrified of you now.”
I smiled at Will's comment.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“I don't know what the hell you did, but seriously, he was paranoid the rest of the night, unlocking and re-locking the door, afraid you were going to come in and murder him or something.” He ran his hand through his hair as we walked and I could barely contain my urge to jump him at the cute gesture.
“Sounds to me like he's developing a case of OCD,” I told him nonchalantly as I looked him over, then let my eyes travel to the closet we were walking by.
Something tells me however that would be a bad idea after last night.
“How can you be so calm about it? My roommate caught us!” He threw his hands up in air in frustration as he stopped walking and turned to me.
I only smiled in return, stepping closer to him with malicious intent shining clearly in my eyes.
“You worry too much,” I told him as I brought my lips down to his in the sweetest gesture I could considering just how close he stopped to that wonderfully dark closet that was currently calling our names.
The kiss however didn't last as long as I would have liked, because he eventually pushed me back, albeit reluctantly. “Stop it, Charles, I know what you're thinking and the answer is no.”
“Aw,” I pouted at him, giving him my deadliest puppy-dog eyes. “Why not?”
He closed his eyes as I brought my lips close to his again, wondering what would happen if someone found us making out in the hallway.
“Because,” he said after the kiss had ended, “I don't think I could handle it if someone walked in on us doing it in the closet.”
I pecked him on the nose and grinned at him. “You pervert, I wasn't thinking that at all. Can't I kiss my boyfriend without any perverted reasons?”
He crossed his arms and stared me down. “The answer is still no.”
Grinning, I kissed him again, thoroughly prepared to face the challenge. After all, isn't that what our relationship was anyways?