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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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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."

He nods.

"I can cook in your room as well as I can cook in mine. Or, uh, you can sleep in my room as well as you can sleep in yours. Or whichever."

He beams. "I've got a lot of stuff in my room," he says, running his fingers down the front of Darien's shirt. "It's got some sentimental attachment. But I can be anywhere, really."

He shrugs.

"How about we retire to my room for the night and think things over about that tomorrow?"

"Works for me. Works perfectly." He stands up on his toes to kiss Darien's mouth.

And Darien wraps his arms around around Charlie to pull him close for a bit more kiss before nodding to the stairs.

"Race you to the room?"

Charlie bites his lip--then slaps Darien's arm and takes off. "Last one there is a frigid virgin!"

And he slows up.

"Hey...as long as you're defosting me, I don't mind making my way up slowly."

Charlie turns, gives him a sultry look, and says, "Oh, I have ways . . ."

"You notice me hurrying?"

Charlie taps a foot impatiently. "I'd like some sex, please."

Darien moves s l o w l y. Like a robot winding d o w n.

But he's grinning like a madman.

Hoping to be encouraging, Charlie pulls off his sweatshirt.

S l o w e r.

Still grinning.

Now leecherously.

Charlie frowns at him, then gets a wicked look and starts dancing with lots of hip movement, pulling up his shirt just enough to be tempting.

Is that a blur?

I think it is.

Has the blur picked up a Charlie and made it to their room/

Methinks it has.

Do you get to see what happens inside that room?

NO, you dirty ~~hobbit fancier~~ perverts!

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