the morning after
Feb. 18th, 2005 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrockgodHe dreams of the road again and the door, but this time when he pushes on it it doesn't open. He pounds on it with his hands and cries, "Bartleby, Bartleby," but the door doesn't budge, not even someone to tell him to go away.
He turns, dejected, wanting to return to the safety of Milliways, but Ethan is there in the road and he's got the baby and smiling like a crocodile and when Charlie says, "That's mine," Ethan says, "He's never been yours," and Charlie wakes up, gasping.
He sits up and wipes the sweat from his face, and feels Adam's hand on his back. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah." He turns and lies down again, going dociley into Adam's arms when he pulls him close. Adam strokes his hair and his back and kisses him, and when Charlie takes him into himself again it's more with gratitude than with lust.
He turns, dejected, wanting to return to the safety of Milliways, but Ethan is there in the road and he's got the baby and smiling like a crocodile and when Charlie says, "That's mine," Ethan says, "He's never been yours," and Charlie wakes up, gasping.
He sits up and wipes the sweat from his face, and feels Adam's hand on his back. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah." He turns and lies down again, going dociley into Adam's arms when he pulls him close. Adam strokes his hair and his back and kisses him, and when Charlie takes him into himself again it's more with gratitude than with lust.
