Body Language. Queen

One Night Stand.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I was pushed into his bedroom, both of us drunkenly giggling and staggering all over the place. The room span viciously and the alcohol I had consumed threatened to come back up, but I kept it down...just.

We'd gotten well and truly carried away after that 'last drink' at the club and just kept going back for more and more, each drink making us dance more wildly and get closer and closer to each other. The sexual tension between us building with every gulp of alcohol and every shit song that played.

The journey back seemed long and the fresh air had cleared my mind a touch but not a lot. I didn't know what the fuck was happening when he dragged me outside and flagged down a taxi, I figured we were going to different club but...we ended up at his house instead.

We stumbled inside clumsily, laughing our tits off at nothing in particular, I hardly had time to close the door behind me before he was dragging me upstairs.

"Slow down, babe." I slurred as I tripped up the last step and broke out into another fit of laughter, rolling about on the floor.

"Get up! Come on." He tried pathetically to lift my limp body back up to my feet but his drunken state mixed with his weakness from laughing was a deadly concoction and he nearly fell on top of me.

Eventually I dragged myself back up and he grabbed my hand again, taking me into his bedroom.

I was paralytic I was so pissed, I was horny as fuck and a shag was in touching distance as he pulled me into him and wrapped his slender arms around my waist.

I was already hard and the cage of these tight, white silken trousers were making things uncomfortable. It was begging to be released and engulfed in Charlie's mouth. He looked up at me with his crazy drugged eyes that were somehow still cute, his nose came up to my chin and it made me feel dominant.

It made me want to throw him on the bed, rip those leather jeans off and prop that perky arse of his up, ready to be fucked.

He reached behind and gave my own arse a good squeeze which rewarded him with a low, rumbly groan from my throat as my head fell back.

And as my eyes closed I could hear nothing but the ringing in my ears from the deafening music...and Deaky's voice.

'I want you coming home tonight with your dick firmly untouched.'

There was a dull feeling in my stomach suddenly, one that was the result of having a raging hard on and an obvious fuck standing right in front of me and the point of I'd made a promise to Roger and John not to fuck him.

I wanted Charlie bad. I was so turned on and frustrated, I'd not had sex in over a month.

But alas, my mind was now plagued with the thoughts of Brian as Charlie tugged me towards his bed, I wasn't fully focused on him anymore as other thoughts were on my mind.

Would I even see Charlie again after tonight? I mean, of course I would, I was his landlord.

I'd spent the last month promising myself that I'd have no more one night stands and the next person I'd have sex with was a person I thought I could have a long and healthy relationship with.

Did I see Charlie in that way? No, not really...especially after his idiotic behaviour, did I really want somebody like that, of course he was good looking but...personality wise...he wasn't my thing.

Did I really want to throw away all my hard work over this last month? Throw away everything for a quick, heartless, emotionless one night stand?

Or wait for somebody I knew I could fall in love with and have my first time in a while be with someone I truly cared about?