"not a day less will do . . . from you . . ."

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: continued from here. adult content. boy-kissin'.]

It takes longer to get to Charlie's room than it should because Charlie keeps pushing Bartleby against walls and pulling him down--by the shirt, by the neck--to kiss him again.

Finally he lets them into his room, pulling Bartleby in behind him and laughing at the way Bartleby is kissing him, when Mister's startled mew jars Charlie out of the moment. "Oh--er--Bartleby, you know Bob--let me just--um, Bob?" He scoops up the cat. "Let's get you back to the bar, yeah?"

He kisses Bartleby quickly and runs down the stairs.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Bob. Yeah." Bartleby leans against the wall and starts to tug his T-shirt over his head and simultaneously undo his jeans. It's a feat of dexterity.

[bloodyrockgod]

He's back in a few minutes, already tugging off his sweatshirt, and grins widely at the sigte of Bartleby. "Does it make me a terrible perv if I just like looking at you a bit?"

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I really don't think so. We can be pervs together, anyhow." He's in boxers and socks, and his erection is clearly visible.

He reaches out to pull Charlie a bit closer.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie turns his face up and pulls Bartleby down--kisses him fully, inhaling the scent of his skin and the taste of his mouth. "God, you're beautiful," he mutters, sliding his hands down Bartleby's chest.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what I can do. I want to do whatever you want me to."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"You can do whatever you want." Bartleby smiles. "Whatever." He tilts his head and bends to nip at the side of Charlie's neck.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie laughs a little, sliding his hands down Bartleby's back now and teasing at the waistline of his boxers. "Careful--I've got a hell of an imagination."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it. You can help me out. I think 'Oh my god got a dick now' and then my mind goes blank." He licks a spiral up Charlie's neck.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mmm . . . that's normal." He chuckles, then steps back and lets Bartleby's hands fall from his grip.

"Strip." He practically glows with anticipation.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby does so with little cermony, pulling off his socks and tossing them into the corner and then hooking his thumbs into his boxers. He pulls these off more slowly.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie lies back on the bed and hums "Let me entertain you," still grinning.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"I'm not getting naked if you're not," Bartleby murmurs, pulling off the boxers.

[bloodyrockgod]

He sits up and yanks off his t-shirt, then scrambles out of his jeans and shoes. No underwear. There rarely is.

And then he has to just sit and look for a moment, because . . . well. It's Bartleby.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby allows the looking, but he starts shifting on his feet within a second, and after a few moments moves towards the bed and Charlie.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie places his hands on Bartleby's hips and holds him steady, and gently starts kissing him on his stomach and chest.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm." Bartleby doesn't tend to go weak at the knees. So he doesn't. Really. He strokes his fingers through Charlie's hair and concentrates on maintaining his upright position. Mainly because if he fell Charlie would take on a striking resemblance to a pancake.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Do you want to lie down?" Charlie whispers and his fingers clasp Bartleby's hips a little tighter as he moves onto his knees. He kisses higher up Bartleby's chest, licking lightly over his nipples.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

A shiver of pleasure runs through Bartleby's body, and he murmurs, "Lying down sounds like a good plan."



[ooc: bed. slowtime? <333]

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie gets up enough to push back the duvet, then lies down and holds his arms out to Bartleby.

[ooc: slowtime. sleep tight.]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby straddles Charlie's hips, and leans down to kiss him, deep and wet. "So. You never said what you wanted."



[ooc: g'night.]

[bloodyrockgod]

"That's because I'm still deciding," Charlie answers and sits up enough to trace Bartleby's collar bones with his mouth. "I mean, if I want you to fuck me and if I want to suck your cock I have to decide which one I want first. That sort of thing.

"Or maybe I just want to touch you for a while first." He licks Bartleby's throat. "Mm . . . yes. Could just do that for a while."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Priorites, decisions, all so difficult." Bartleby laughs. "I could give you a blowjob? And then fuck you? Neatly sidestepping the issue." He licks his finger and traces it around Charlie's nipple in spirals.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Or mix it all up together," Charlie murmurs. His hands cup Bartleby's ass, kneading the firm muscles, and he wraps his legs loosely around Bartleby's waist.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"That could be fun." Bartleby grins, and licks Charlie's collarbone. He traces one of the tattoos with his finger. "Where's this from?"

[bloodyrockgod]

He looks at his arm and grins. "'Strawberry Fields' is my song--that's my favorite lyric." He sucks Bartleby's earlobe and sings to him softly, "'Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.'"

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: am at school. this is fun. i have to keep looking over my shoulder and being secretive. :D]