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Charlie pulls Adam into his room, glad to see the door to Claire's is closed. He does not want to explain this.

He puts the guitar down in its corner and pulls Adam to him, kissing him fiercely. God he needs this. Needs.

[occ: adult content. boy-kissin'. the usual.]

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His hands on Adam's back, he directs him to the bed, honestly trying not to be too demanding but god god god there's skin to taste and a body to explore and he has no patience today.

This is nowhere Adam hasn't been before. He goes to the bed willingly, not pulling back from the kiss until he needs to, to breathe.

He kisses Adam's throat, hands working up beneath his shirt.

Adam is busy working on the buttons of Charlie's shirt, mouth sliding over his jaw and neck, with the occasional small nip at his skin.

He strips off Adam's shirt and kisses his chest, going to work now on his trousers.

Adam gets Charlie's own shirt unbuttoned and pushed out of the way, pressing him down onto the bed and kissing him thoroughly, hands now dropping to cover Charlie's and help.

Charlie arches up into Adam and grips his ass, pulling his hips down and pressing his tongue against Adam's lips.

Adam's mouth opens against his, tongue sliding over Charlie's as they kiss. His hands slide over Charlie's chest and stomach, drawing blunt nails over his skin.

Charlie slips his hands inside Adam's trousers, touching smooth skin, and starts working them down his hips. He breathes through his nose, trying to prolong the kiss as long as possible.

Adam eventually breaks it to breathe, but his lips remain barely an inch from Charlie's. His hands slide down over warm skin, drawing down the zip of Charlie's jeans.

Charlie tilts his head up, looking at Adam though his eyelashes. Not kissing Adam is almost as hot as kissing him, breathing in his breath like this.

He touches Adam's cheek with a fingertip and pulls his mouth back onto his own.

Adam kisses him deeply, pushing his jeans down over his hips.

Charlie groans, wiggling out of his jeans and kicking off his shoes. As soon as his feet are free he wraps his legs around Adam's waist, and speaks in a gasp for the first time in several minutes: "There's lube in the drawer, there--"

Adam reaches to pull open the drawer without more than a glance that way, finding the lube and fishing it out.

"Got it."

"Don't hold back," Charlie mutters and scrapes his teeth over Adam's neck. "Fuck me hard."

Adam nods, hands already busy preparing them both. He leans down for one more deep kiss.

Charlie grips his upper arms and returns the kiss just as deeply.

The preparations done, Adam does as Charlie asked, sliding into him without hesitation or holding back.

Charlie arches up towards him, pulling on his hips with his legs and fingernails scraping over Adam's back. He whimpers as Adam thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut.

Adam would be tempted to slow down at this point, but Charlie's made it very clear what he wants. So he keeps going, pressing small nipping kisses to all the skin he can reach.

Charlie breathes "oh god oh god oh god," fingers scraping and legs pulling and his hips rising up to meet Adam's every time he pushes down, and it's so good just be here, now.

Adam's hands are digging into Charlie's shoulders, his breath coming fast and shallow, and he leans down once again to kiss him hard.

Charlie slides his tongue along Adam's drawing it deeper into his mouth.

Adam kisses him with his eyes open, wide and dark as he keeps up the rhythm they've set.

Charlie's eyes are shut and he cups the back of Adam's head, twisting his fingers into his hair.

Adam is drawing close to the edge, hands clamped almost painfully tight on Charlie's shoulders. He breaks the kiss to breathe.

Charlie opens his eyes just enough to look at Adam through his lashes, and one hand works down between them to grasp and tug his own cock. Just--a little--more--

He nips at Adam's lower lip.

Adam's hand slides down to cover Charlie's, so they're moving together. With a grin, he tips his head sideways and licks Charlie's neck.

That increases the volume of Charlie's moans and he almost smiles.

And the teeth come into play, scraping over Charlie's skin and muffling Adam's own gasping moan as he finally comes.

Charlie tightens his arms around Adam and gasps against his hair. His body is still aching but he holds Adam and strokes him and licks his dry lips.

"Thank you," he whispers.

Adam's hand is still moving on Charlie's cock, more slowly now. With the other hand tangled in Charlie's hair, he brushes a kiss on his mouth and murmurs, "Welcome."

He rocks his hips into Adam's hand lazily, his breath slow and deep.

Adam smiles and kisses him again, properly this time.

Charlie hums, still holding Adam's head, enjoying the kiss and the careful knowing movements of Adam's hand.

Adam murmurs his own enjoyment into Charlie's mouth, his hand gradually moving faster.

His tongue moves slowly in Adam's mouth, soft and wet, and he pulls away from Adam's mouth just long enough to whisper, "Harder."

Adam obliges, kissing Charlie yet again.

"Oh yeah," Charlie gasps and his body arches, his fingers digging into Adam's scalp. His whole body quakes as he comes.

Adam bites Charlie's lower lip, his free hand drawing idle patterns on the other man's back.

Charlie whimpers again and snuggles into Adam's body, glad for the quiet and the warmth. His tongue darts out to lick Adam's mouth.

Adam curls up around Charlie, enjoying the afterglow. The next kiss is slower, lazier, more tender.

"Thank you," Charlie whispers again. "Thank you for not asking questions." He traces figures on Adam's chest, lines and circles and swirls.

"You needed it", Adam says with a small shrug. "Anyone could've seen that."

Charlie chuckles dryly and kisses Adam's neck.

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