bloodyrockgod: (suffering for his art)
[ooc: post ninja mistletoe]

Charlie restrained himself as long as he could: as soon as the door was shut he pushes David against it and kisses him, hands running up and down his sides and his heart hammering in his chest.

As sudden as the kiss is, it ends--Charlie pulls himself away, looking horrified at himself. "Oh, god, David--I'm sorry--I shouldn't--"
bloodyrockgod: (Default)
[ooc: post this]

He puts the ice cream on the nightstand and barely has time to say "That's for later" when David's mouth is on his again. "Oh, hello," Charlie murmurs, laughing into his kiss, and he slides his chilled hand inside David's shirt. He grins when David shivers.

"Do you know what I want to do with you?" he whispers. "Everything."
bloodyrockgod: (Default)
[ooc: pre-this leave-taking]

Dearest David,

I've been afraid to go back to my world--mostly because of what I was there and don't want to be again. But I've realized something: Milliways has made me strong. My friendships have made me strong. You make me strong.

This is something I must do, to prove I can if nothing more.

I will come back. I will always come back. Milliways is my home now because you are here.

I love you,

Charlie
bloodyrockgod: (lost)
[ooc: post teasing Dream and Moiraine and trying to make friends with Loki]

"David David David," Charlie whispers as he crawls into bed beside the sleeping vampire. There's no repsonse, of course: it isn't yet sunset and David will not wake earlier.

Charlie lays his head on David's shoulder and holds onto his hand. "I've been thinking," he says as if David can hear him, and for all he knows David might. "I think--and correct me if I'm wrong--but I think if I were to go anywhere I should go back to your world with you. I don't know if you could come to mine, you see. I don't know if there are vampires and suchlike there--I know there are people who play at being them, but if they're real . . ." He shrugs. "And I don't want you crumbling into dust the moment we step outside the door because you can't exist in my world. Rather defeat the purpose."

He waits a moment, then says, "If you don't want me to come with you, say something."

The vampire is silent and Charlie smiles.

"I knew you'd see it my way." He leans over and kisses David, and lays his head on his shoulder again.
bloodyrockgod: (o-face by lionessfreedom)
[ooc: post this]

Charlie lets David into the room and closes the door behind them. He puts the bass carefully in the corner, propped up against the wall. Someone--the Oompa-Loompas, for all he knows--has laundered his old shirt and sweatshirt and left them folded on the bed. Beyond this, there is nothing to say this room is his.

When they were touring he'd try to do something in every hotel room to make it homey: scarves on the lamps, pictures stuck to the mirrors, a shrine during his Buddhist phase. He's done nothing here.

"I haven't spent much time here," he says. "Mostly I've been down in the bar or with Bartleby. So he could watch over me," he adds hastily--he doesn't want David to think things happened that didn't. "So he could help me."

He'd make a joke about it not being much but it's home, but it's not even that. It's just a room that meant nothing until David stepped inside.
bloodyrockgod: (bloody hands by skin)
[ooc: after this]

What have I done?

We were talking--we were just talking--and then like out of nowhere I wanted him more than anyone I've ever known--and it was good, it was so fucking good, it was good to be touched and loved and wanted--he didn't know who I am or what I've done or whether I deserve a lover--he was just there--

What have I done? What have I done?

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