When Liam woke up he was surprised to find he had slept all night. That hasn't happened for a long time recently. He looked at Charlie still lying snuggled close to him and still sleeping. Yes, Charlie had always been his comfort. So maybe it wasn't that surprising that he had been able to sleep. Placing a soft kiss on Charlie's forehead, so soft he wouldn't wake up. Then he carefully slipped out of the bed. On the bedstand there still was that small bag. Liam's gaze wandered between the back and his shaking hands. No! No! No! No way! Furiously he finally hurried out of the room. After a short visit to the loo he decided to go shopping so he'd be able to offer Charlie some breakfast. And to fill up his fridge. Yeah, that would be a nice way to start their new drug-free lives.

Charlie woke up alone, feeling around the still warm bed. Raising his head slightly, he murmured "Liam?" before snuggling deeper into the blankets. They still smelled like his brother. He was too tired to think about where he was, but as he looked across the bed to the nightstand, seeing his brother’s stash, he closed his eyes tightly. New beginnings, second chances. That’s what it was all about.

Liam felt extremely awkward to come home with bags which really contained food and not only beer as they'd usually do. But he just set them on the counter, his hands were shaking way too much to manage to put the contains in their proper places. He'd just tell Charlie there'd be food and then he'd see what next. But he saw something different. On the coffeetable were the needles. He knew one shot could stop the bloody shaking at once. But he couldn't do that! He promised Charlie he'd try. Slowly he approached the table and picked up the leather wrapper. He held it in his hands for some time with a racing heart.

Charlie woke up again, throwing on some pajama pants and a huge shirt and walking into the kitchen. When he didn't see Liam in there, he walked into the living room, to find Liam over the needles with the leather strap. He hung his head and sighed to announce his presence. "You giving up already?" he ignored the shaking in his own hands and the pain in his veins, turning back into the kitchen.

Liam turned around startled. "NO! No bloody hell I'm not!" he followed Charlie into the kitchen. "I'm not!" He opened the garbage can and threw the needles and stuff into it, slightly furious and pissed that Charlie didn't trust him. "I told you I'd try to stop! I'm... aaaaaaargh, forget it!" he left the kitchen and went into the bedroom slamming the door shut.

Charlie turned on his heel, rushing to the bedroom door. "Liam, wait!" He knocked lightly. "Liam, I'm sorry." He rested his forehead against the door. "I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have assumed..." He hit his head against the door three times hard, telling himself that the pain was good, he deserved it.

Liam sat on the bed. His back resting against the headboard and his knees pulled tight to his breast. "Yeah, it's fine; it's just me, me who always fucks up everything." He didn't intend to use it at all, he was just that pissed he wanted to provoke his brother. "By the way Charlie, there's a bag left in here!"

Charlie opened the door slightly. Poking his head in, he sighed. "Liam, you don't always fuck everything up." He said softly, coming to sit by him on the bed. "You really don't." He pulled Liam to him, putting his brother's head on his chest, stroking his back. "You're a great brother, you know? We all make mistakes." He buried his head in Liam's hair, breathing him in. He smiled a little. "You smell really good too..."

Liam snorted very slightly. "Thank you love, you're a far greater brother though. I love you." He snuggled against Charlie’s chest. "You smell good too by the way."

Charlie laughed slightly. "I love you too mate. And no I don't smell good. I need a washing." He wouldn't mention food. Nope, he wasn't even going to try until he'd been clean for a day. If then. If it was up to Charlie, he'd never eat again. He placed a kiss on Liam’s hair. "Let’s just face it then. Neither of us are very good brothers, yeah?"

"Well, okay then. So go washing then you not so good brother." Liam laughed kissing Charlie's chest. "And... when you go to the bathroom." Liam swallowed hard and got a bit away from Charlie. "Would you... take those with you and... flush them away?" he pointed at the small bag on the night stand.

Charlie looked to the bags and hesitated. They really should, but was that all together sensible? "We should keep one around. In case we need to just take it step by step. In case it gets to be too much pain." He took the bag into the kitchen, putting it in a small salt container, where they wouldn't really go looking for it. He paused a moment, looking at it for a moment before pulling himself away. He went back into the bedroom. "Join me in the shower?" He said, winking.

Liam's eyes bulged at Charlie's question. He sat some seconds staring at his brother before hardly visible nodding. "Yeah." he whispered. "Yeah, I will." he said a bit louder and got up. He didn't know why he was reacting that shy. They had had sex the last night, so why hesitate to join him in the shower? But maybe it was the lack of drugs that made him bloody nervous now.

Charlie walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the water warm while he took a piss. He stepped out of his pants and boxers and took off his shirt, stretching gloriously for all to see. Running his hand through his hair, he turned around to see if Liam was watching, before testing the water temperature. "Feels good." He said, stepping in.

Liam stepped in after him. He had always thought his shower was small, but took it as him needing unusual much space. But now he was convinced it was pretty small. And if it wasn't hard enough to hide that watching Charlie before had been a really nice sight, it was bloody obvious now in that little space.

Charlie went straight under the shower head, letting the water move down him, soaking him, warming him, calming him. He bit his lip, moving his hands through his hair, combing through the knots. He teased Liam, pretending he wasn't there, moving his hand down his own body, touching his stomach and the hair around the base of his cock. He was half hard, and the warmth of the shower was helping him get more and more aroused.

For some time, Liam just stood there - in the shower; with Charlie! - watching and getting used to that feeling. He had had sex in many places - kitchens, make up rooms, broom closets, living rooms, even elevators, and, well, bedrooms - he had had sex on floors, against walls, on sofas, on counters, in bed; but never before had he shared his shower with someone. Charlie was so much first times. He leaned in and softly bit Charlie's wet shoulder.

Charlie shivered, blowing air quickly through his nose as he reached a hand back to grasp Liam's hip. His hand trembled, but he wasn't nervous. He tugged gently, not forcing, but letting Liam know he wanted him closer, when he was ready. One of his best sex experiences had been in the shower, a double orgasm with mind blowing results.

Liam held Charlie gently on his waist and turned him around. He smiled at him and pecked him on the nose. "Love you." he said and pulled him closer. He felt Charlie shivering and knew he was shivering himself and Charlie's feel it too. "It hurts Charlie." he whispered. It wasn't really bad now under the very warm spray of water, but it still hurt and Liam didn't dare imagining what it would get like when it wasn't only hours.

Charlie turned around, meeting Liam's gaze steadily before kissing him deeply. He ran his tongue along Liam's bottom lip before parting once again. "Pain keeps us strong." He said softly, before kissing Liam again, this time more intensely. He let one hand move down to his brother's member, stroking it lightly, trying to wake it up all the way.

Liam moaned into Charlie's mouth, slightly leaning his head back. He let one of his hands run down Charlie's back slowly, caressed his butt before mirroring his brother. He parted from their kiss to breath. "You feel so good Charlie." He had his other hand at the nape of Charlie's neck. He pulled him closer again and with his thumb he played with the soft hair there.

Charlie smiled against Liam's lips, feeling warmth grow from the insides out. He took a firmer grip on his brother's cock, stroking it harder, kissing him, flicking his tongue inside his mouth, teasing Liam. He felt so warm, so loved, almost to the point where he could forget about the pain. "Mmmm..." almost.

Liam thrust his hips a bit forward and his cock further into Charlie's grip. He rubbed the head of Charlie's cock and couldn't really help but imagining... "Charlie," he pecked the Charlie's jaw line up to his ear. "Do it now!?" Liam wasn't sure if he was asking for it or telling Charlie to do it. But maybe that was just what it was: a mixture of a plea and a question.

Charlie darted his eyes wickedly to his brothers, sucking on his tongue one last time before, ever so slowly, sinking to his knees, never breaking eye contact. Grinning slightly, he licked his lips before liking the head of Liam's cock.

Liam's eyes were fixed on Charlie's. He had gotten a lot of blow jobs before, but never with intense eye contact. And - bloody hell - never from a male, not to mention his own brother. He grabbed Charlie's hair for a little support.

Charlie, making sure never to let his eyes slip, slowly took in Liam's thick cock, letting his tongue slide over the bottom vein as he enveloped it with heat. Letting his brother slowly get used to the feeling, be began to bob just slightly, relaxing and tightening his throat muscles over his brothers cock.

Liam groaned loudly. That was good. That was bloody great. It was like no girl could compete with Charlie. "Charlie." he panted. He let his hands go off Charlie, clutching them against the booth's wall behind him, and thrusting his hips slightly forward.

Charlie smiled around Liam, happy to let his brother's cock muffle all sounds. He lightly scraped his teeth over the top of Liam's cock, relaxing his throat muscles enough to take him all the way in. As his nose was tickled by strands of coarse dark hair, he let forth a little whimper, grabbing his brother’s ass cheeks to bring him closer, all the while sucking with all his power

Liam cried out hoarsely. His knees were slowly but surely turning into jelly. Repeatedly Charlie's name came from his lips. At one moment he then placed one of his hands upon Charlie's and slowly, a bit unsure of what he did himself, led Charlie's hand further to - even a bit into - the crack of his ass.

Charlie's eyebrows shot up, quite comically. He let his fingers tease Liam's perineum, smiling around his cock. Drawing his mouth away for a moment, he kissed Liam's inner thigh and asked quietly, "You sure?"

Liam looked at Charlie; he was pretty sure. He might not have been fully conscious, he was on a natural high of horniness. "Fuck yes, I am!" he replied.

Charlie easily slid back up Liam's body, plunging his tongue into his brother's mouth while running his hands all over Liam's backside. He smiled into the kiss. "What if the water gets cold?"

Liam kissed Charlie back greedingly. He nibbled on his lips and it was like he wanted his tongue to be swallowed by Charlie. "How about get it off and go ack to bed?" he replied smirking as he drew away for a bit to breathe.

Charlie smiled wickedly. "Get off? You dirty boy..." He pinched one of Liam's nipples, reaching past him to turn the water off. He kissed Liam one more time, before leaning in even closer and whispering, "race ya" before grabbing a towel and darting to the bedroom

Liam didn't bother about a towel. It would dry anyway. He ran after his brother. He got hold of him just as they reached the bedroom. Holding him on the waist he pinned him against the wall and kissed him fiercely. "Gotcha"

Charlie put his head back against the wall, studying Liam with mock seriousness. "Well? What are you going to do with me then? You can't really think I'd be satisfied being pinned against a wall, now would you?"

Liam leaned in again and pecked Charlie on the cheek. "Nope, cause I wouldn't be either." He whispered. "But you taste too good to let you go at once." Then he licked Charlie's neck and nibbled on the soft skin there.

Charlie writhed a little, both in pleasure and rebellion, before slamming his head back against the wall (rather painfully) and moaning. "Liam... shit. Do something…"

Liam continued his attack on Charlie's neck. He ran one hand, that had still been on Charlie's waist, a bit up on down on Charlie's thigh before moving it to his tummy. He ran it down through the curly black hair to the base of his cock. "Let's go to the bed." he said stepping a bit away from the wall, but pulling Charlie with him by his other hand.

Charlie fell against Liam, not exactly expecting his brother to move away, but luckily his momentum sent them directly onto the bed, so that they were exactly lined up. Charlie, now on top, took his advantage to slip his hand between them and grab Liam's rock hard cock, running his finger over the head and spreading the pearly pre-come. He wasn't vocal in bed usually, so he knew that probably from this point on he wouldn't speak.

Liam writhed under Charlie. He was moaning and groaning before he clenched his teeth to be at least a bit quieter. He raised his head to meet Charlie's lips. "Fuck me." he begged moaning into Charlie's mouth.

Charlie paused once again, looking into his brothers eyes. He didn't know what he was asking for. He knew about the pleasure aspect possibly, but not the pain. The pain which would make this horrible if it was bad. Charlie nodded slightly, kissing Liam's chest. He'd just have to make sure it didn't hurt.

A new wave of pleasure and excitement went through his whole body. He reared up a little, searching for more friction, trying to calm down a bit. He didn't know what to expect exactly, but he knew he wanted it. And more than everything he wanted it from Charlie.

Sighing once more, Charlie pecked Liam's lips one last time before reaching over to his brother's nightstand and taking out lube and two condoms. He stretched over Liam, so that his cock lightly brushed Liam's stomach before returning to his first position. Letting his hand fan over Liam's arse, he slowly lubricated one finger before slipping it inside.

Liam gasped. It hurt. Yes, it did. But still it felt really good, really fucking good. He breathed slowly to adjust to that whole new feeling.

Charlie kissed Liam's stomach, using his other hand to stroke his brother's inner thigh. He moved his finger in and out a little bit, stretching his brother's body, slowly and surely. He wouldn't add another until Liam told him it was ok, so he just kept kissing his belly and thrusting with the one finger.

Liam began to relax more and more 'til he finally placed a hand on Charlie's cheek to make him look up. He pulled him nearer to peck him on the lips. "I'm fine Charlie, go on." he then said.

Adding another finger, Charlie crawled up Liam's body to suck his tongue. Butterflies flew in his stomach at the new tightness. He didn't like topping, but at the same time he loved it. He just wasn't a dominant, demanding person. He scissored his fingers, stretching more as he bit down on Liam's lip and played with a nipple.

Liam arched his hips off the bed. He gasped again, but it was pure lust now. Okay, it still hurt a bit, but it was really nothing compared to the lust. "Fuck! Charlie! Feels so good!" he moaned. He ran his hand between their bodies and grabbed Charlie's cock, which was rock hard, just as his own, and throbbing with precum.

Charlie gasped quietly, but heavily, eyes bulging. Shit. "Liam…" he whispered, so quietly but there was an edge of desperation. Without needing to ask, he slipped a third and fourth finger inside his brother, stretching him to full capacity, moving his fingers inside of him, trying to bring as much pleasure from the stretch as possible.

Liam writhed beneath Charlie moaning heavily. He stroke Charlie's cock spreading the precum. He crushed his lips on Charlie's sucking his tongue. He didn't want to force Charlie, and it was still Charlie who had really more experience, so he'd know when Liam would be prepared enough.

Charlie couldn't wait anymore, and he knew Liam was ready. He'd shagged so many guys, that he could last a while, but he was feeling twice as sensitive due to the lack of drugs. He just wanted to feel pleasure in full, so he lined himself up with Liam, removing his fingers, before tearing a condom wrapper and slipping it on himself. Then, slowly, kissing Liam all the time, he slowly eased into the heated passage.

"God, Charlie, yes!" Liam cried out as he felt Charlie filling him up. It was awesome. It wasn't really describable for him. He wouldn't have imagined it that hurtful as is was in the beginning (and still slightly was) but also wouldn't he have guessed that the pleasure was that amazing.

Charlie wiped the sweat from his brow as he pushed all the way in, moaning softly. He stayed still, leaning over to kiss Liam, so full of lust and love and desperation it was all he could do to not just pound into his brother. But he couldn't do that, he'd never hurt Liam. He'd do anything for Liam. He was his big brother.

Liam felt like exploding by lust, and feelings, and overwhelmed-ness. As they broke the kiss for breathing Liam leaned his forehead against Charlie's. "Love you so much." he whispered.

Rocking finally, Charlie nodded, kissing Liam's mouth softly as he began a pace, aiming for his brother's prostate. As soon as he found the hard nub, he smiled, because his brother had no idea what was coming.

Liam gasped, Liam arched his hips, and Liam’s eyes bulged. What the fucking hell? That was so unexpected, surprising, awkward, and just bloody awesome! "Charlie, what...?" he gasped.

Shoving his tongue into Liam's mouth, he smiled, hitting the spot several more times with intensity and skill. He knew how to get Liam to come. He knew his type. Lowering his mouth to one of his brother's nipples, he bit hard.

Liam writhed very much and he was clenching his teeth but still his groaning was quite loud. He was dangerously near but he didn't want to come if Charlie wasn't about to come too, so he withstood the desire to stroke his own dick. "yesfuckyesCharliegonnacome"

Groaning softly, Charlie quickly licked his hand and pinched one of his own nipples, sighing at the feel. He was close. He reached both hands down to grip Liam's hips, allowing him to thrust a couple more times hard before feeling his climax near its peak, reaching down to stroke Liam's cock in his last gasp.

Arching his hips up quite a bit Liam felt his balls tighten nearly painfully. It wasn't more than a few seconds after Charlie touched him that he came crying out his brother's name - probably very loud but he didn't care at all it was one of the very best orgasms ever.

Charlie gasped, shivering as his orgasm roared through him, and he rocked uselessly twice before shooting into his brother, body going limp on top of him. He didn't know what was wrong, he usually had some strength after sex, but suddenly, he couldn't move, and before he knew it, he was blacked out.

Liam panicked as Charlie collapsed. As fast as he probably could he got up planning on getting water or anything to wake Charlie up. But as soon as he stood on both his feet without supporting bed beneath all he saw was black, cold sweat running down his spine, and a bloody tinkling in his ears. His head was swimming. He just made it to sit back on the bed and breathe slowly to adjust before he'd collapse too. Bloody withdrawal. He decided it would be better if he'd just stay here, in the bed, with Charlie than getting up and risking fainting because then he wouldn't be of any use. This way he could still try to wake him up.

All Charlie saw was black. His head was swimming, and he knew he wasn't conscious, but somehow, he still could think. Or rather, something could think for him, because he saw tons of images roaring through his vision that made no sense. Black smoke, a plane, a palm tree, someone hanging from a tree. Nothing made any sense. He just wanted to be free of this place. He fought with all his might to regain consciousness, but with no success. He was trapped.

Liam was shaking his brother. Only slightly, for it was Charlie; and Charlie looked like he'd break at a tight grip now. It was weird only minutes before he seemed quite strong, well, at least stronger than right now. "Charlie, bloody hell, come back."

Suddenly he was rocking, and he looked up and saw himself in a mirror, a bag of drugs in his hands as the cabin he was in rocked to and fro, making him a little queasy. Looking behind him there was a loo, and he realized he was inside a plane. He heard Liam's voice and looked for it, but he couldn't find it. The vision was giving out, but he just wanted to hold on, to not go back to the blackness. His mind screamed for his brother, but his vision made body crumpled.

Liam shook him harder as he still didn't make any sign of waking up. Liam didn't panic easily normally, but everything felt so upside down ever since he got up that morning, that he didn't only blame the withdrawal for that. "Charlie, wake up! Please!" he kissed him on the forehead. "Please!"

Finally something registered. Feeling lips on his forehead, he tried to find the source of that. Just as he reached his hand out to grab for his brother, one last face came to his mind, a pale blond girl with piercing blue eyes, looking pleadingly at him before he finally came into the light, blinking confusedly at his brother's terrified face.

As Charlie opened his eyes Liam must have been staring at him with just a very scared and unbelieving. He held him in his arms and pulled him closer. "God gracious!!" he whispered.

Charlie blinked hard, his hands stretching out on their own accord as he breathed in deeply. "Who was here?" He said hoarsely. He tried to get his vision to sit still as he tried to sit up, but failed due to lack of energy. "Was someone here?"

Liam looked at him questionly. Slowly he shook his head. "No one was here, love. No one. You... you had just...passed out. I'm getting scared Charlie! You should do something! You're bloody spindly."

Charlie shook his head, instantly regretting it as his mind spun. "Spindly? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He tried to sit up in full, trying to move away from Liam to sit against a pillow, but he couldn't quite manage it. The girl was still fresh in his mind.

"You're just skin and bones Charlie!" Liam replied. He felt Charlie trying to get away, but he felt like he needed to hold him some more; also as a bit of support for himself, for he was shaking very much again - or was it still? He wouldn't have known if he had been shaking when they were having sex, but it didn't matter at all though.

Truth be told, it felt good to have someone worried about him. He liked the fact that someone noticed that he was doing terribly. But he shook it off, just thinking that Liam felt sorry for him. "I'm fine, Liam. I've always been fine." Even as he said it, he knew how much of a lie it was. He'd never been fine.

Liam shook his head. Charlie couldn't mean that. It was too obviously he wasn't fine. And last night he had kind of admitted it. "Charlie, please do not lie to me. There's no need to." He placed his hands at the back of Charlie's head and looked him into the eyes. "Charlie, I want you to be okay. I love you!" He felt tears well up. Liam clenched his teeth. Now that had to be the withdrawal, making him look quite foolish.

Charlie teared up as well, fighting the pain, the feelings, everything that was making him loose himself. He didn't want to deal with that. He pushed all the feelings deep down, digging his nails into his hands. "I'm fine"

Liam sighed in a distraught way. He let go off Charlie and dropped onto his pillow. "Fine! Say what you want. I know I don't feel fine right now; And I don't think you do. But if you say you are, fine! Just leave me alone!" He rolled onto his side and grabbed for the blanket.

Charlie sighed painfully, before reluctantly leaving the bed, grabbing his clothes. Once in the bathroom, he changed quickly and picked up a razor to begin shaving, holding it in his shaking hand. As he raised the blades to his face a shiver went through his spine and he dropped the razor, wincing as they cut through the skin on the top of his arm and blood welled up. He found himself amazed at the pain and the feel of blood dripping off his arm.

Sure Liam was still worried about Charlie, but he wouldn't go after him now. No way. If Charlie wanted to be bitchy now, fine. He could be bitchy too and he had his own sorrows anyways. It was about time he cared about himself. And, fuck, although it was only some hours, the withdrawal was surely no fun at all.

Charlie wiped the blood off his arm with toilet paper, before looking at the razor again carefully. How emo would it be if he did this? He didn't want to think of himself as emo, but his nerves were in shock now. No use making the pain worse i guess. He put the razor head in his pocket, put the rest away, and walked into the kitchen to make Liam some breakfast. Once it was cooked, he grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment.