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Darien trots down the steps and deposites himself on a bar stool before getting a Corona. He asks the bar for a book of some sort, only it's not his usual; no philosophy or classic literature or art criticism. No, instead it's a large book with a great deal of pictures.

A hair style book.

...it is quite obvious from the grin on his face that he's planning on doing something about someone's 'Do.

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Charlie leans over his shoulder and slips his arms around his waist. "I sincerely hope that's not for me."

"Nah, sunshine. I like your head just like it is."

He gets a kiss to the cheek before turning back to the book.

"It's for Kev. The man's gotta stop looking like Pocket Protector Pete."

"Good, 'cause I like it too." He snuggles, looking at the book over Darien's shoulder. "Most scholarly types have pretty simple styles, seems like. Their brain-power goes elsewhere."

He smirks.

"That's why I, good little brother that I am, am going to take care of it."

He looks sideways at Charlie.

"Can I depend on you to help me strap him to the chair?"

Deadpan. He's serious.

Charlie nods solemnly. "You can. He'll probably be able to toss me off with a flick of his wrist, but I'll do my best."

He blinks at Charlie.

"Are you nuts? Kev's as much of a wuss as I am."

And that's love, right there: being able to admit to the man you love that you're goddamn useless in a fight.

Charlie snickers and kisses him. "I think you're fab, even if you are a wuss."

He chuckles and leans against Charlie for a moment before looking down at the hairstyles.

"Thanks, babe. Good to know someone appreciates it."

"Foofy hair and all," Charlie murmurs, tucking his chin against Darien's neck. "I like that one." He points. "I think that would suit him."

He leans over and takes a look at it.

And shakes his head.

"He'll never go for it."

He points to to one.

"Think I could get him to do highlights?"

Charlie closes one eye, thinking. "Maybe if you drug him first."

"Bottle of tequila?"

"Would that work?"

"Maybe two bottles," he amends before continuing to flip through the book, "but it'd look good for him, I think."

"So we get him drunk and highlight his hair." He tries looking solemn but starts giggling instead.

He lets the laughter bubble out of him as well before putting an arm around Charlie and giving him a tight half-hug.

"Love you."

Translation: Brilliant plan, Pinky.

"Love you," Charlie answers, beaming, and kisses the tip of his nose.

Time to take over the world!

He tips his chin up to kiss him on the lips before shaking his head. Then he nods to the bar in general.

"Just come over to help me with this, or were you planning on doing a set?"

"I could do some music. Unless you've got better plans."

"We need to eat."

He grins at Charlie.

"Wanna do dinner down here or want me to cook?"

"Hm . . . what do you want to do? Dinner down here's fine if you don't want to cook. Or I could make you my famous grilled cheese sandwiches."

He shakes his head.

"Nah, babe, I like cooking. I just don't know a whole lot of what you like."

He scratches the back of his neck.

"It's a shame I can't get home and cook you something. If you think the hot pot trick is something, you should see what I can do with a real kitchen."

Charlie squeezes Darien's waist, and says quietly, "Can't I go home with you?"

He grins.

"Hey, if you wanna try it, I won't mind. Just, uh, avoid the scary blonde and feel free to hit on the bald guy if you want him to go away."

Charlie bites his lip and grins. "I wanna try it. Any scary blondes or bald guys will get shooed away."

He chuckles.

"I warn you, the bald guy doesn't go away so easy."

He shifts his shoulders a few times before affecting a tough guy look.

"Bobby Hobbes doesn't scare off. Bobby Hobbes does his duty for his country."

And then he gives Charlie a sarcastic look.

"Bobby Hobbes takes a lot of anti-psychotics."

"Bobby Hobbes better keep his hands off my man," Charlie says, arching an eyebrow.

He almost spits out his beer.

"Charlie? I'm drinking here."

Shiver.

"I'm just sayin'."

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, Bobby's not really my type."

He pulls Charlie a little closer and runs the end of his nose and the tips of his lips along Charlie's throat.

"You, on the other hand..."

"I defy type," Charlie murmurs, grinning, and kisses Darien's forehead.

"Which is why you're perfect."

And he just smiles up at Charlie before kissing a line down to his shoulder.

"Now, uh...apartment? I'll have to see where the door goes, but I'm thinking it'll be from when I came back in here, which is at the front door of the Agency."

Thank god.

Mm . . . he lets out a slow breath at the kisses and smiles at Darien hazily. "And we can go to your place from there?"

He nods.

"Yeah, I've got this really awesome thing, this 'car'..."

The sarcasm is stealing all his words.

"Dork." He kisses Darien's neck. "I don't know if you have to fly home from the agency or what, you know."

"In my invisible jet plane?"

He rolls his eyes before they shut slowly at the kisses.

"No, baby. We're, uh, pretty low budget."

"Mm," Charlie confirms and continues kissing him. "Yeah, in your invisible jet plane. And you live in an invisible house, right? With invisible chairs and invisible tables."

He nods as he keeps up with the kiss.

"Hope you're...ready for the dress code. Invisible...clothing."

"I think I can handle that, if you can handle looking at me like that." He preens a little.

"I could handle a whole lotta that. I just hope you don't mind looking at me like that."

"I love looking at you like that," Charlie says, looking at Darien through lowered eyelashes.

"Do you really?"

He looks intrigued. Mock intrigued, as if he didn't know, but intrigued. Then he shakes his head, delivers a kiss to Charlie's nose, and nods to the door.

"Okay, you're hot, I'm hot, dinner needs to get started so, uh, onward ho?"

Charlie laughs. "You're even hotter when you're cooking. Let's go."

He chuckles and leads the way out. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/qsilver_lab_rat/6763.html)

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