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David is, inexplicably, sitting at the bar, playing with a cocktail umbrella.

He looks quite a bit better than he has these past few days.

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He doesn't take much. Just enough.

And then his mouth's on Charlie's, tongue deep in and bleeding heavily.

Charlie... yes. YES.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie drinks and drinks and DavidohgodDavidohgodohgod.

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The drinking turns to kissing just so easily, so when Charlie finds himself pressed against the back of the couch, it shouldn't really come as such a surprise.

[bloodyrockgod]

No, it's not a surprise at all. Nor should David be surprised when Charlie's hands sneak under David's shirt to stroke his back.

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None whatsoever.

He breaks off the kiss gently, resting his lips against Charlie's, hands sliding under Charlie's shirt.

"Oh."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm?" He nudges his mouth against David's.

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"Want you," he whispers against Charlie's mouth. "Know I shouldn't."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes," Charlie answers, still nuzzling him.

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"Yes... what?"

He's almost afraid of the answer.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes. To--whatever. Yes, stop. Yes, let's go somewhere. Yes, I want you. Yes, I shouldn't. Yes, David. Whatever you want." He smiles at David faintly, looking at him through his lashes.

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He touches Charlie's cheek softly.

"Room. Bed. Now."

He kisses Charlie then, desperately almost. Take me to your room.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie nods and gets up, holding both of David's hands. "Now," he agrees and pulls him to his feet.

They walk upstairs arm in arm, Charlie's head against David's chest.