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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Class_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Matteusz_Andrzejewski/Charlie_Smith
  Character:
      Charlie_Smith_(Class), Matteusz_Andrzejewski
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Non-tentacle_Tentacle_Fic, Trope_Bingo
      Amnesty, Community:_Trope_Bingo
  Collections:
      Fandom_Snowflake_Challenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-07 Words: 3479
****** things you find on the internet ******
by Spikedluv
Summary
     Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you think I have tentacles, or
     something?”
Notes
     The other day I thought, if there was a fandom that could canonically
     have tentacle porn, it’s Class. This fic arose from that thought,
     despite the fact that there is absolutely no tentacle sex in it.
     While writing it, I named it the ‘non-tentacle tentacle fic’. There
     is, however, sex. Given how PG my other Class fic was, this one is
     quite porny, really. So . . . enjoy?!! *g*
     (I can’t believe that this is my first fic of 2017, lol! As I
     mentioned to lizzy384, I’m not sure what this fic says about my id.
     o_O)
     If you need more info before you read the fic, check out the notes at
     the end.
     [I’m going to count this towards the free space on one of my Trope
     Bingo_on_DW cards for round 8's amnesty: tentacle porn. (Yes, even
     though there’s no actual tentacle porn, because the original mods
     told us to twist the prompts, and that’s what I’m doing.)]
     Written: January 7, 2017
See the end of the work for more notes
“What are you thinking about?” Charlie said.
They were lying on Charlie’s bed – their bed now – doing homework, but
Matteusz’s mind had wandered from the chapter he was reading. Matteusz blinked
and turned his gaze onto Charlie. “I was wondering,” Matteusz began. He
hesitated. He and Charlie could talk about most things, even if they didn’t
agree on them. Certain things Rodian were the exception, and Matteusz didn’t
know whether this topic was one of them.
Matteusz closed his book and shifted to his side so he was facing Matteusz,
letting the book fall onto the mattress between them. “You look human . . .”
Matteusz lowered his gaze and waggled his eyebrows. “. . . everywhere.” He
waited for a reaction, but Charlie just frowned as if he was waiting for
Matteusz to get on with it. Matteusz shook his head and smiled to himself and
marked this down as another incident of Charlie’s strangeness and finished the
question. “Is this your natural form?”
Charlie slowly closed the text book he’d been reading, keeping his place with a
finger. “April once asked me whether we had a different form on Rodia,” Charlie
said slowly, carefully.
“She did?”
Charlie gave an almost imperceptible nod.
“What did you tell her?”
“We told her ‘no’,” Charlie said, his words very exact.
“And was that the truth?” Matteusz pushed.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you think I have tentacles, or something?”
“No,” Matteusz said. “Was wondering about Ms. Quill, actually.”
Charlie’s eyebrows went higher. “She doesn’t have tentacles,” he said, sounding
horrified at the notion.
Matteusz gave Charlie a look. “Not what I meant. Her name is Quill, her race is
Quill. Wondered if she had quills, like Earth porcupine, maybe,” Matteusz
finished, feeling ridiculous now that he was saying it out loud.
“Porcupine,” Charlie repeated softly, almost to himself, as he forgot his place
in the book and reached for his mobile.
Matteusz relaxed into the pillows as he waited for Charlie to open his browser
and Google ‘porcupine’. Matteusz’s lips twitched a little bit when Charlie’s
finger stopped tapping at the screen and he stared wide-eyed at it.
Charlie turned the screen towards Matteusz and gave him a questioning look.
Matteusz glanced at the screen to make sure Charlie had found the right animal,
and then nodded. Charlie flipped the mobile around again and frowned at the
screen.
“They shoot quills,” Matteusz said. “Barbed on end, very painful. Also, very
prickly, like Ms. Quill.”
“The Quill race does not look like this,” Charlie said. He raised his eyes to
Matteusz’s. “But I can understand why you might think so. The resemblance,
other than the actual resemblance, is uncanny.”
Matteusz laughed, and Charlie grinned, pleased with himself for making the
joke.
“You’re supposed to be studying!” Ms. Quill yelled through the closed door.
“Not having fun.”
Which she made sound like the most horrible thing ever. Matteusz and Charlie
looked at each other. Matteusz mouthed ‘prickly’, and they both had to stifle
their laughter so she didn’t hear them.
When they calmed down and had their breathing under control, Matteusz recalled
what Charlie had first said in response to his query. “Earlier you mentioned
tentacles. That was very . . . .” Matteusz paused to think of the word he
wanted. “. . . specific.”
Charlie froze for a second, but then he relaxed. If you didn’t know him as well
as Matteusz did, you’d probably have missed it. “Ram mentioned something called
‘calamari’ the other day. I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up.”
“What has squid to do with your Rodian form?” Matteusz said.
“Nothing,” Charlie said immediately. “I mean, it’s just, I opened various
links, as one does . . . .”
Charlie looked to Matteusz for confirmation, and he nodded.
“. . . and several articles mentioned that some humans believe that space
aliens have tentacles.”
It sounded reasonable enough, and Matteusz would’ve let the discussion end
there, except for Charlie’s reaction to the question, which seemed out of
proportion to the reply.
“Something else,” Matteusz said, and though it was mostly a guess, the flush
that started beneath the collar of Charlie’s shirt and rose up his neck gave
him away. “Now you must tell me,” Matteusz said, slipping an arm around
Charlie’s waist.
Charlie didn’t pull away, but he refused to meet Matteusz’s eyes. “One tentacle
link led to another until I discovered . . . .” Charlie’s voice went low on the
last word. “. . . pornography.”
“Pornography,” Matteusz repeated. He and Charlie had watched some pretty bad
porn together, so Matteusz wasn’t sure why this admission embarrassed Charlie.
Until he remembered what they’d been talking about. “Wait,” Matteusz said. “You
found tentacle porn?”
“Shhh!” Charlie waved his hands and blushed an even deeper shade of pink.
Matteusz thought the color looked delightful on Charlie’s pale skin.
“Tentacle porn?” Matteusz whispered, as much for Charlie’s reaction as to
clarify.
“Yes!” Charlie hissed back. “It was . . . disturbing.”
“Was it?”
“Yes,” Charlie said very firmly.
“But something else, yes?” Matteusz said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Charlie said, almost primly.
Matteusz considered the flush that hadn’t yet faded completely from Charlie’s
skin, and the fact that tentacles (and tentacle porn) had still been on
Charlie’s mind days after the calamari conversation, as Matteusz was now
thinking of it. While Matteusz studied Charlie, Charlie studied his mobile,
though the screen had gone dark. The fact that Charlie refused to meet
Matteusz’s gaze was telling.
“Disturbing how?” Matteusz finally said.
Charlie did look at Matteusz then. “What do you mean?”
“Were you disturbed by the tentacle porn . . . .” Matteusz didn’t think he used
that specific phrase just to get a reaction out of Charlie. “. . . because it
disgusted you, or because it . . . intrigued you?”
Charlie swallowed hard.
“Maybe even . . . excited you?”
Charlie shook his head, but his breaths sped up and his eyes went dark.
Charlie’s response sparked a reaction in Matteusz. He took the mobile out of
Charlie’s unresisting fingers and stretched back to set it on the night stand,
then dropped his textbook on the floor. Matteusz’s skin felt hot, tight; after
long minutes of not looking at Matteusz, now Charlie didn’t take his eyes off
him.
Matteusz slid closer to Charlie and slipped his arm behind his shoulders. He
touched the fingers of that hand to Charlie’s chin while he placed his other
hand on Charlie’s chest. Matteusz tilted Charlie’s face until their lips
brushed.
“Did it turn you on, Charlie?” Matteusz said. He kissed Charlie, thumb stroking
one of Charlie’s nipples through his button-down shirt.
“Imagining being touched like that?” Matteusz brushed his fingers across
Charlie’s parted lips, and then pressed the first two into his mouth. Charlie
immediately began sucking.
“One filling your mouth while another touches you here.” Matteusz rolled the
hard nub of Charlie’s nipple between his fingers and felt the vibration of
Charlie’s soft moan through his fingers.
Matteusz released Charlie’s nipple and stroked his hand down Charlie’s body and
over his groin. He curled his hand around the inside of Charlie’s thigh and
lifted his leg over Matteusz’s legs, spreading Charlie open.
“Another holding you down, holding you open.” Matteusz’s fingers flexed on
Charlie’s leg.
“Yet another squeezes you here . . . .” Matteusz moved his hand to cup
Charlie’s balls, and then up the hard bulge of the erection tenting his
trousers. “. . . strokes you here.”
Charlie sucked Matteusz’s fingers harder when Matteusz touched his cock.
Matteusz ran his hand over Charlie until he was making noises that went
straight to Matteusz’s cock, and arching into Matteusz’s hand.
Matteusz had been watching Charlie’s reactions to each comment, each touch, but
now he moved his face closer to Charlie’s, his lips to Charlie’s ear. “Another
touches you here.”
Matteusz moved his hand between Charlie’s legs and rubbed his fingers along the
seam that rode the crease between his ass cheeks. “Is what you want, Charlie?”
Charlie couldn’t speak, but he moaned and nodded his head. Matteusz pressed a
kiss to Charlie’s forehead and gently withdrew the fingers from his mouth.
“Don’t move.”
Charlie made a sound of protest when Matteusz moved away from him, but
otherwise stayed still. Matteusz retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from
the drawer, then returned to leaning over Charlie.
Charlie sucked in a breath when Matteusz’s fingers went to the waistband of his
trousers. “Would tentacles do this?” Matteusz said as he slipped the button and
lowered the zipper. “Or just rip them off?”
Charlie moaned, but obediently raised his hips so Matteusz could pull both
trousers and underwear down and off his legs. Matteusz removed his own jeans
before crawling back up beside Charlie. Kneeling on the mattress, Matteusz
helped Charlie out of his shirt, fingers carefully working the buttons,
revealing Charlie’s flushed chest and hardened nipples, and then divested
himself of his own t-shirt.
“Now, where were we?” Matteusz laid on his side and tugged at Charlie until he
joined him, his back to Matteusz’s front. Matteusz’s one arm was under Charlie,
and he used it to trap one of Charlie’s arms. “There would certainly be at
least one tentacle restraining your arms,” Matteusz said low, lips brushing the
shell of Charlie’s ear. “Making sure you couldn’t get away. Or touch yourself.”
Matteusz was rewarded with a shiver that traveled the length of Charlie’s body.
He touched the tips of two fingers to Charlie’s mouth. Charlie parted his lips
and Matteusz pressed his fingers between them and let Charlie suck on them for
a few seconds before withdrawing them again. Matteusz slowly dragged his
fingers down Charlie’s chin and throat, leaving a trail of saliva.
Matteusz brushed his thumb over one nipple, rolled it between his fingers, then
did the same to the other. He dragged his fingers down Charlie’s chest, his
stomach, and watched as his skin broke out in goosebumps.
The back of Matteusz’s hand brushed Charlie’s cock, his balls, as it traveled
lower. When Matteusz slid his fingers between Charlie’s thighs, Charlie was
already lifting his leg as if he’d anticipated it. Matteusz didn’t admonish
Charlie, merely raised the leg over Matteusz’s own.
Matteusz cupped Charlie’s balls, the sac round and tight, and then stroked
Charlie’s cock until Charlie made a desperate sound and pushed into his hand.
Matteusz released Charlie, ignoring the whimper that had his own cock jumping
against Charlie’s ass.
Matteusz moved his hand back, fingers teasing the smooth skin behind Charlie’s
balls before finding the puckered skin hidden between his cheeks. Matteusz
teased circles around Charlie’s hole with dry fingers, and then pressed the tip
of one finger inside Charlie.
“The tentacles would most likely excrete slippery substance to aid in entry,”
Matteusz said as he withdrew his finger and reached for the lube. Charlie
groaned and shuddered.
“Am touching you all over, Charlie,” Matteusz said. “Everywhere at once.”
Matteusz spread lube around Charlie’s entrance, then pressed in with one
finger, two. “Tentacles would be large,” Matteusz said, as if merely musing,
“would not care if hurt.”
But Matteusz cared, so he added more lube and stretched Charlie around a third
finger. “Would force you open, force you to take it.”
Charlie groaned out a Rodian curse and moved on Matteusz’s fingers. “Matteusz,
please,” Charlie said between harsh breaths.
Matteusz carefully withdrew his fingers from Charlie and swore as he reached
for the condom. He should’ve at least opened the package before he’d gotten
slick all over his fingers. Charlie caught his wrist and looked at Matteusz
over his shoulder. Matteusz froze when he read the plea in Charlie’s eyes.
“Charlie,” Matteusz said, the breath punched out of him.
“The tentacle alien monster would not wear a condom,” Charlie said. The words
were logical, but Charlie’s voice shook.
“Are you sure?”
Charlie nodded. “I can’t catch any human diseases, and I have never . . .
wished for anyone but you.”
Matteusz smiled. He reached up to touch Charlie’s face, then remembered that
his fingers were still coated with lube. Matteusz stilled his hand, and leaned
in to give Charlie a kiss. Charlie kissed Matteusz back so sweetly, but then he
pulled away and slapped the bottle of lube into Matteusz’s hand without a word.
“Bossy,” Matteusz muttered, but he coated his cock with slick and then guided
the head to Charlie’s hole.
Matteusz’s gaze locked onto Charlie’s as he pressed in. Charlie bit his bottom
lip as he stretched around Matteusz. Charlie relaxed, and the head of Matteusz
cock slipped into him. They both groaned. Matteusz ignored the lube on his
fingers and stroked his hand over Charlie’s chest, his stomach, soothing him.
Matteusz held still for as long as he could to allow Charlie to adjust to the
stretch. “Feel so good, Charlie,” Matteusz said as he pushed, his cock sliding
more deeply into Charlie’s body.
Matteusz paused again when he was fully seated, his balls snug against the back
of Charlie’s thighs. Charlie tilted his head back and Matteusz claimed
Charlie’s lips. Matteusz moved his hips, and took the soft moan of pleasure
Charlie made into his mouth.
Matteusz ran his hand over Charlie’s body, brushing his nipples, stroking his
cock, squeezing the inside of his thigh. Charlie made the sweetest sounds into
their kiss. Matteusz began to move faster, and Charlie’s leg gripped Matteusz’s
for leverage so Charlie could fuck himself on Matteusz each time Matteusz
entered his body. Soon their kiss was the touch of lips, the scrape of teeth,
and then merely the sharing of their ragged breaths.
Charlie still didn’t touch himself, though he had one arm free. He begged,
“Matteusz,” and Matteusz took him in hand. Charlie’s foreskin had retracted
enough to expose the sensitive head. Matteusz ran his thumb over the tip and
Charlie bucked in his hand.
Matteusz mouthed at Charlie’s neck, murmuring, “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” as
he stroked him.
Charlie’s body went taut, the muscles in his ass clenching down on Matteusz,
his cock going even harder before pulsing in Matteusz’s hand. Matteusz bit down
on a groan as he milked Charlie through his orgasm, waiting until Charlie’s ass
released him before trying to move.
Charlie was pliant now, his body sated with pleasure, and Matteusz had done
that. Matteusz gripped Charlie’s hip with come-covered fingers and thrust into
Charlie’s body. Charlie didn’t move, but he made sounds of pleasure as Mattuesz
rubbed against the nub inside him, as his body, wrung out and ultra sensitive
to every touch now, made a valiant attempt to rise to the occasion once more.
Matteusz tried to memorize the image of Charlie like this, and then his own
body went stiff as his muscles strained for release. Matteusz’s sight narrowed
down to a single point of light, and then white lights burst behind his
eyelids. When Matteusz resurfaced, his face was pressed into the back of
Charlie’s neck, and his hand was pressed flat to Charlie’s chest, Charlie’s own
hand covering it, his thumb stroking the back of it.
“That was . . . ,” Charlie said.
Matteusz moaned his agreement, and pressed a kiss to the back of Charlie’s
neck. “Was,” he said.
“Is that something . . . ?”
Charlie left the rest of his thought unspoken, but Matteusz heard the words
anyway. “Is,” Matteusz said.
It was the correct response, because Charlie squeezed Matteusz’s hand and
relaxed against him.
“What is called,” Matteusz said, “if I lick you here now?” He moved his hips
against Charlie’s ass to clarify.
The curve of Charlie’s ear went red, but he answered, though his voice was low.
“Felching.”
The internet was a wonderful thing, Matteusz thought. “We can do that now,” he
said.
“We’re supposed to be studying,” Charlie said.
“Am,” Matteusz said, feeling Charlie squirm against him when Matteusz’s
softening cock slipped out of his ass. “Learning everything about Charlie.”
“I’m not that interesting,” Charlie said, his prim tone at odds with the fact
that they were lying naked together, both covered in lube and come.
“Most interesting person I know,” Matteusz said. “And that was before I learned
about Alien Prince.”
Charlie was silent for a moment as he digested that. “Well,” he said finally.
“I suppose we won’t know whether we like something if we haven’t tried it.”
“Will you still sound so calm and logical when my tongue is in your ass?”
Matteusz mused out loud.
“Hmm,” Charlie said, “we won’t know until you try.”
“Is true,” Matteusz agreed. He withdrew his hand from Charlie’s and slipped it
between Charlie’s legs. Matteusz rubbed the pad of his thumb over Charlie’s
hole and then pressed until it opened around the digit.
Charlie made a little sound, almost a whimper, and Matteusz paused. “Hurt?”
“No,” Charlie said, “it’s just . . . very sensitive.”
Charlie looked worried when Matteusz withdrew his finger, but his eyes went
round when Matteusz slid his finger up the inside of Charlie’s thigh,
collecting come that had oozed out of his hole. Charlie parted them when
Matteusz stroked his thumb over his lips, and when Matteusz pushed his thumb
into Charlie’s mouth he eagerly sucked the come off it.
“Okay?” Matteusz said, needing to make sure that Charlie still wanted this.
When Charlie nodded, Matteusz directed him to lie on his stomach. The alacrity
with which Charlie complied made Matteusz smile.
The smile fell off of Matteusz face when he spread Charlie’s cheeks and saw the
reddened pucker, wet with come and still slightly relaxed from Matteusz’s cock.
He brushed his thumb over it, and when he got the response he wanted from
Charlie, Matteusz laid on the mattress between Charlie’s legs.
Matteusz paused and just let himself look. They’d done this a couple of times,
but never after they’d had sex. Matteusz gently licked around Charlie’s hole,
cleaning the come from his skin. Every once in a while his tongue flicked over
Charlie’s hole and he would suck in a breath. Matteusz carefully inserted the
tip of his tongue into Charlie, waiting to see if it would be too much.
Instead, Charlie moved his ass impatiently against Matteusz’s face.
“Getting with program,” Matteusz muttered, and then he pressed his face more
firmly against Charlie’s ass. He licked into Charlie’s hole, sucking and
slurping as he ate the come out of Charlie’s ass. Matteusz lost himself in the
taste of his come flavored with a hint of Charlie, so it took him longer than
it should have to realize that Charlie was moving against the bed and
whimpering.
Matteusz raised his head to ask if Charlie was alright, but the moment he
stopped licking, Charlie whined in protest. “Don’t stop, Matteusz, please,”
Charlie begged.
Matteusz was young, but he still did not have the same refractory period that
Charlie did, for which he blamed Charlie’s Rodian physiology. Matteusz returned
to his task, and this time he didn’t hold himself back. He didn’t lose himself
in it, though, so he got to hear the desperate whimpers and feel the way
Charlie pushed back, as if there was any way he could get more of Matteusz’s
tongue into his ass.
Struck by inspiration, Matteusz released one of Charlie’s cheeks and pressed a
finger to his hole. Matteusz continued to lick at Charlie while he slid a
finger in beside his tongue, and found the nub inside Charlie that made him cry
out in Rodian. Matteusz wiggled his tongue inside Charlie and rubbed the nub
until Charlie arched and then had to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his
cries as he came a second time.
Matteusz kept his mouth and finger on Charlie until his whimper was more pain
than pleasure, then carefully withdrew both and slid up the mattress to lie
beside Charlie. He rubbed Charlie’s back while Charlie recovered from what
Matteusz thought might be the more powerful of the two orgasms. When Charlie
shifted beneath his hand, Matteusz spoke.
“So, was success?”
Charlie turned his face out of the pillow and made a poor attempt at a glare.
He gave up on it and rolled to his side, reaching for Matteusz. Charlie leaned
in and kissed Matteusz, uncaring of where Matteusz’s mouth had just been.
“Yes,” Charlie said when he pulled back. “Was success.”
Matteusz was too enraptured by the open expression on Charlie’s face to call
Charlie on teasing him. Still, he couldn’t let Charlie get away with it
completely. “Anything else you want to try?” Matteusz teased in return.
“I don’t have a list, no, if that’s what you mean,” Charlie said, though it was
difficult to sound prim and proper when you’d just come your brains out.
“Is what I meant,” Matteusz said, kissing Charlie again, just because he could.
Charlie pulled back with a thoughtful expression that Matteusz thought could
mean trouble. He leaned over Matteusz and grabbed his mobile off the night
stand. “But we could make a list.”
Charlie leaned into Matteusz as he swiped the screen. The browser was still
open, and Charlie began to type. Yes, Matteusz thought again, the internet was
a wonderful thing.
The End
End Notes
     Felching; tentacle role-playing (I know, go with it).
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