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Charlie has his guitar, playing quietly. He's in a sentimental mood.

I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Then looking upwards I strained my eyes and try to
tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide for all time
for all time...

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"It took some work after the band fell apart," Charlie admits. "We fought a lot during all of that."

"We fought a lot...all the time."

"It happens," Charlie says quietly, stroking Darien's back. "Brothers fight. Liam and I are a lot alike, I think that was always a big part of it.

"Of course, he's the steady family man now."

"Couldn't get two more opposite kids than me and Kevin. He was the rising star and I was...erm..."

Not.

"The glowering cloud?" Charlie guesses and kisses him.

"The black sheep problem child."

And he prolongs the kiss because it feels good and talking about this doesn't.

"Maybe so but you're my problem child now."

Kissing Darien is like jumping up and down and shouting YES over and over.

...he's not opposed to there being jumping up and down and shouting yes over and over.

"Sounds good to me, babe."

"Get up here," Charlie says and puts the guitar aside. "Time for a cuddle again, I'd say."

He grins and lifts himself with one arm before pulling Charlie down.

"Down's easier."

With a slight yelp Charlie lets hismelf be pulled off the couch and onto Darien's lap. "Oh, hello," he says innocently.

Darien smirks and runs his hand across Charlie's shoulder to cup the back of his head.

"Hello, handsome."

He puts on a very terrible Southern accent, "Why, Mr. Fawkes, do you have intentions towards my honor?"

It's really, really terrible.

He winces.

"Not anymore?"

And he gives a mock snort before turning his nose up...for about three milliseconds.

Then Charlie is quite thoroughly kissed.

"Cheeseball."

"I know." Charlie tries to look abashed, but it's hard when you're being kissed so splendidly. "My mum used to say I've got the sense of social propriety of a hyperactive two-year-old."

Darien would make a comment, perhaps even quote at him, were he not busy sucking gently on Charlie's earlobe.

Ooo. Earlobes.

Charlie's leg twitches like a puppy getting its tummy rubbed and he nearly moans.

He breaths, "Am I ever glad I'm of age."

"Can't say I mind."

Lips against the shell of his ear while his hand slides along the planes of Charlie's shoulders and upper back.

Charlie twines his fingers into Darien's hair and lightly licks a sharp cheekbone.

He grins and his eyes roll upwards.

"Think we should take this party upstairs, Charlie?"

Charlie nods and gets to his feet, and holds out his hands to Darien.

Darien smiles, picks up Charlie's guitar, and holds it out for him.

"Come on, John Denver. 'Take me home'."

He uses the other hand to curl around Charlie's hand.

"Don't make me song 'Leavin' On a Jet Plane' at you, boyo." He holds onto Darien's hand tight. "I feel I should mention that my first thought when I woke up this morning was 'Lord, let me to go bed with Darien tonight.' So thank you for making my wish come true."

He grins.

And inside, he melts like a little melting thing.

"Think that can be arranged most nights...if that's what you really want."

"You know? It is. I don't like sleeping alone--sleeping with a friend is so much better."