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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is composing--not down in the bar, for once, just sitting on the floor in his room with guitar and open notebook.

He's still sneezing periodically.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He stops for a moment and looks to Charlie.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right. I'm handling it."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits up and holds Darien's hips, and lightly kisses his chest. "'Cause I don't like the red-eyed pain thing."

Or the Darien not talking to his brother thing, but he doesn't know what more to say about that yet.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.

"Don't like it either, babe."

A kiss.

"I'm good for it. I'll make sure to hightail it tomorrow morning to make sure, but I can make it the night."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Okay." His mouth traces where Darien's shoulder curves into his bicep. "As long as it won't hurt you . . ."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head and kisses Charlie's cheek.

"No, baby. I'm all right."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie kisses him soundly and starts tugging off his own shirt.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And Darien kisses him the second it's off.

[bloodyrockgod]

Chest to chest they kiss, Charlie running his hands up and down Darien's back.