milliways_bar OOM: Vegas, baby.

[bloodyrockgod]

Las Vegas.

At certain times of day the Strip appears nearly deserted; at others, cars move a crawl and the sidewalks are packed with people looking for an endless variety of a good time.

It's never cold in Las Vegas--it's just varying degrees of hot. The grand hotels cast shadows and there are fountains up and down the Strip, though few are intended to cool off the tourists as much as amuse them. There are few places to just sit and watch the city go past: the intention is to bring you inside, to gamble and shop and take in a show or two.

It's a strange city, of long nights and slow days, and there's a nervy sort of energy brought by vast amounts of money changing hands, of celebrities getting away for a wild night, of lives changing with a roll of the dice.

It's a perfect city, though, for a pair of dreamers to celebrate each other. Whether they take the High Octane option of Charlie's plans or the Lazy Day option, it's good just to be here, together.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He smiles into the kisses and wraps his arms around Charlie, dragging him out as soon as the doors open.

"Can we try out the bed quick?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes," Charlie says, tugging him along to their hotel room door. It takes a few tries to get the keycard to work, and then they stumble into the room--which is creamy and rich and sumptuous, and the bed is, of course, large and cushy.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Clothing flies, bed creaks, and neighbors are jealous.

And then there's curling around Charlie and smiling.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie strokes Darien's arm and mutters, "I need a cigarette."

He plays with Darien's hair. "We don't have to go out, you know."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He gets a poke to the belly.

"No cigarettes."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes, dear." He kisses Darien's forehead. "Though a smoke is nice after good sex."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Sideways look.

"Yes... because lovely, life-affirming sex should immediately be followed with a blackening of the lungs and a shortening of the life span."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sighs, pokes Darien's tummy and says, "Okay. No more smoking, just for you. A drink wouldn't hurt, though."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Alcohol, in moderation, is, however, acceptable."

He slinks up Charlie to plant a kiss on his nose.

"I'm not entirely unreasonable."

[bloodyrockgod]

Slinky slinky sneaky sneaky kissy kissy.

"Drink, then." He hops out of bed.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And long arms drag him back in.

"Not at expense of warm."

Not yet anyway.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh, all right, cold-blooded thing," Charlie says, curling up around him and pulling the coverlet over them. He settles into kissing Darien slowly and sweetly.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Am not."

And then he's wrapped around Charlie.

"Warmth's better when you get it from someone else, though."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm, body heat," Charlie agrees, lips moving along Darien's neck. "Skin on skin . . ."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He nods into the kiss, smiling with a soft, short laugh.

"Mmmyeah. Heat and friction and all sortsa things."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm, friction . . ." Charlie hums and slides his lips over Darien's shoulder. "I like that part in particular."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He ducks his head down a little.

"You like touching me."

A soft, almost bashful smile and half-lidded eyes.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I do. Fancy that." His hands smooth down Darien's sides, ending on his hips. "You're rather . . ." He hums and kisses down Darien's chest. "Lovely."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head and pulls Charlie up for another kiss.

It's not that. Or it's not just that.

And he smiles.

[bloodyrockgod]

"What?" Charlie whispers and traces Darien's lower lip with his thumb. "Do I need to tell you how much I love each part of your body again?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head and just kisses him.

Sometimes he doesn't have a word or a quote or anything to say. Sometimes those are the most perfect times.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie kisses him back, holding his face, a little puzzled.

But very content.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He grins and rolls his eyes.

"I love you."

Beat.

"Dork."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sticks out his tongue at him. "Love you too, git."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And Darien kisses him again.

"Well, you were sticking it out."