It was late when Charlie stumbled home.  He shoved his hand in his pocket and dug out his keys, dropping them in the process.  After scooping them up with a grunt, he fumbled through them, but in his current state, he really couldn’t tell the difference.  One at a time, he shoved each key in the lock, growling to himself when they wouldn’t twist before moving onto the next. 

There was no telling how long this went on before the knob began to twist on its own.  He stumbled back as the door opened.  An unamused Pepper stood in the doorway, already in her night clothes.  Charlie leered at her, eyes raking down her body as her words came out sounding like something you’d hear in the Peanuts. 

He took a step closer, swaying on his feet as he did before unceremoniously falling forward against Pepper.  She squeaked, but was quick to use all her strength to keep them both standing.  Looking around, she sighed.

“C’mon, big guy,” she whispered, patting his head before pushing him upright.  “Let’s get you to bed.”

She pulled him into the apartment and locked the door behind them.  She then grabbed his arm and put it over her shoulder.  Her nose crinkled from the potent cocktail of booze and body odor.  She was well aware that Charlie was going to a party tonight, but she had no idea he’d get this sloshed.

“You reek,” she commented, but he appeared too far gone to form any sort of intelligible responses. 

It was no easy task for her to practically carry her drunken boyfriend to their bedroom, corralling him as he led her in all sorts of different directions.  She slowly managed to get him to the hallway, where she paused to catch her breath.

“You’re too heavy for all this,” said Pepper with a sigh.  At this, he shrugged her arm off of his shoulders and started taking the last few shaky steps towards their bedroom door.  He shoved the door open, then stumbled to the bathroom without a word.

“I’ve got work tomorrow,” she reminded when she followed him.  He didn’t acknowledge her as he felt around for the light switch.  “And I’m pretty sure you do too.”

The light was on now.  He tottered over to the toilet.  When he stood in front of it, he reached down.  Clumsy fingers fiddled with his fly.  The damn button was being stubborn.  While fooling around with it for longer than he cared to, a wet spot began to spread.  The relief felt so good, that he forgot what he was even doing until he heard his girlfriend’s voice bitching at him.

“Jesus, Charlie!  You’re pissing yourself!”

He chuckled, but made no effort to stop the stream.  Uh, whoops.  She eventually walked over, grabbing his shoulder to spin him towards her.  She plucked the button of his jeans for him.

“There.  Take those off and clean up before you even think about crawling into bed.”

As she stormed away, he mumbled to himself, mocking the last thing she said to him.  Typically, her voice was like honey to him.  Tonight, it just sounded whiny and grating.  He let his jeans drop to the floor.  He pulled his boxers off next, getting them stuck on his foot in the process and almost losing his balance as he kicked them away.  Glancing around, he found a towel on the rack that he snatched off, figuring that’d be just as good as anything to wipe the piss off of himself.  The fluffy fabric felt good against his dick, and the more he rubbed, the harder he got.  God, it felt amazing.  But he knew what would feel even better.  He tossed the towel to the side and made his way out the bathroom.

The lamp on the nightstand had been shut off.  In the dim light that poured in from the bathroom, he could make out the shape of Pepper’s body underneath the comforter.  He made his way over, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process before he fell onto the mattress beside her.  He crawled over until he was right against her back.

“Hey,” he slurred, trying to get her attention.  His voice was rough and raspy.  “Hey…  You listenin’?  ‘M talking to you.”

A long, exasperated sigh left her.  “What?”

“Hey,” he said again.  He pressed his lips to her neck in a wet, open mouth kiss that made her shudder.  His breathing grew heavier.  At the same time, he rutted against her, hoping she could feel his arousal against her ass through the blankets.  “Mmm…  Yeah.  You feel that?”

She shifted her body, trying to avoid the contact.

“C’mon, Charlie.  Not tonight,” she said.  “I told you I have to be up in the morning.”

He propped himself up a little, just enough so he could crane his face over to smash his lips against hers.  She whined against his lips, and he shut her up with his tongue.  While he made out with her, his hand grabbed her shoulder to turn her so she was on her back.  He pinned her down with his full body weight.  She twisted her head to break the kiss.

“Ugh, seriously?” she scoffed.  She attempted to push him off, but she was too tired and he was too big.  “Get off of me and cut this shit out.”

“Stop.  Hey… Hey.  Stop it.”  His tone suggested he was trying to whisper, but there was no doubt he was louder than he intended.  “S…Stop being a bitch.  Okay?  Stop being a bitch t’ me.”

“Charlie, I’m not being a bitch,” she said, trying again to squirm out from under him.  “I’m just not in the mood for you to flop on top of me when I’ve gotta be up early.”

“Thought you liked me…”

“Don’t say that.  You know I like you.”

He didn’t bother arguing.  He was trying to push the blankets off of her without letting her up.  He managed to shimmy them down.  He was right against her now, his cock resting against the crotch of her pajama shorts.  She shut her eyes and sighed again, resigning herself to her fate as he leaned down again, breath hot and heavy in her face.  Knuckles traced down her jaw, before he gripped her chin.

“I’ll… I’ll fuckin’…  I’ll keep you up all night if I want.”

His face inched closer as he spoke until his mouth slanted over hers.  His tongue probed her mouth again as rough, clumsy hands felt her down.