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

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

[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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"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.

"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.

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

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.'"

"Sounds lovely." Bartleby walks his fingers down Charlie's chest, detouring occasionally t draw gentle spirals on his skin and grinning at the goosebumps that rise up.

Charlie thrusts his hand into Bartleby's hair and drags his head back up to kiss his mouth. His tongue is slick in Bartleby's mouth, restless and questing, and he breathes in with a shudder.

Bartleby pulls away with a sigh and slides down Charlie's body, pausing at his belly to lick around his belly button.

Charlie's eyes flutter shut and he leaves his hand in Bartleby's hair. He strokes Bartleby's head tenderly, letting his own head fall back, breathing deeply.

Bartleby murmurs into Charlie's skin, tracing circles with his thumbs. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes, B," Charlie breathes. His eyes snap open and he lifts his head. "Unless--I mean, it's a lot to start out on, I suppose--"

"I want to. Don't worry. I want to." He kisses soft skin. "You'll have to show me how, though." He's grinning.

"Yes," Charlie murmurs, fingers stroking Bartleby's neck. "I will." He shivers in anticipation. "Not many people I've had to teach, angel--I have to say I like it."

"Innocence hits your spot?" And he's looking angelic, but his eyes are crinkling at the corners.

"Everything hits my spot, baby." He lowers his voice and his eyelids. "Everything about you, anyway." He moves onto his knees and holds Bartleby's face in his hands to kiss him deep and full.

"Mmmmm." Bartleby's almost purring, and he buries his fingers in Charlie's hair to hold his head steady. "Show me then." His voice is very deep.

[ooc: supper, then homework.]

Charlie's eyes are the darkest blue they can be. He pulls Bartleby's body flush to his so they're as hip-to-hip as they can be, and he takes both their cocks in his hand to stroke them together. He kisses Bartleby's neck and whispers, "Lie down. I'll do all the work."

[ooc: righto. LJ's not delivering notifications so if you come back on email me, please? Also I'm home today so we can continue later. Hee.]

"Sounds good." Bartleby's cheeks are flushed, and he doesn't move for a moment, before rolling down onto his back.

Charlie moves over him, hands on his chest, and bends to kiss him a few times before taking out a nearly-empty car of cream from the nighttable. He warms a daub between his hands a moment and then slicks it down Bartleby's erection, watching Bartleby's face all the while.

Bartleby's eyes drop closed and his neck and back arch. "Good... start. God."

Charlie smiles and licks the delicate skin below Bartleby's navel. "Enthusiasm is greatly appreciated," he murmurs and positions himself over Bartleby, holding his cock on one hand. He presses down, moaning softly as he does so, eyes still locked on Bartleby's and teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Oh." It's a very soft sigh, and Bartleby opens his eyes again to look at Charlie, reaching up an unsteady hand to trace the line of his cheekbone.

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