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[ooc: someone baked them into a cake? That's no fun. Probably burned the edges.]

"Yeah," says Darien from about the same nowhere, "been there before."

[ooc: mm, chocolate cake with white frosting . . .]

"Worried you might've forgotten," Charlie's voice is breathless, "as you seem determined to do me right here."

"No," he argues, half breathless himself as he walks to the bed, Charlie in his arms. "No, I was..half determined to...do you outside. Now, bed."

"You can do my outside anytime you want," Charlie mutters into Darien's mouth.

"Figured" he whispers, pressing his forehead to Charlie's for a moment before dropping him, gently, onto the bed. He reappears for a moment, but then Darien's kissing him again, the Quicksilver flowing fresh over them both as more clothing goes flying.

More laughter. "You saying I'm easy, baby?"

The hotcoldhot of sex and Quicksilver is such a rush. He's trembling with hunger and lust for Darien's body, his voice, his mouth.

"Never," and then he's far too busy kissing him, body shaking and hips rolling unconsciously.

"Mmmm . . ." Legs and arms wrapped tight around him, grinding back against Darien to hear him groan.

Oh, he groans. He groans loudly against Charlie's throat, nibbling on the skin as he runs down the shoulder.

"Love you, baby."

"Love you too," Charlie whispers, his fingers twisting into Darien's hair. "Oh, god."

You know what happened. It's not as if you'd see it anyway. They're invisible. I could give you sound effects but mostly that'd be creek creek creek creek with some names thrown in. That being said...

Afterwards, Darien curls up around Charlie, a soft smile on his face as one hand pushes through sweat-damp hair.

"Love you, babe."

"Love you," Charlie answers him softly, watching his face as he glides his fingers over Darien's chest.

Hey, just cuz the sexin' is over don't mean the touchin' is gonna stop.

~~Mun wonders where that came from. Hm.~~

He smiles as the Quicksilver dissolves off in the fluttering snowflake pattern it tended towards. He smiles because he can see Charlie right, full color and all.

He leans in and kisses Charlie at the tip of the nose.

Charlie rubs his nose against Darien's. "'m nice and warmed up, too."

He smirks.

"It was me or hot chocolate."

"You're far more entertaining than hot chocolate," Charlie says in his best 'come and get it' voice and kisses Darien hard. He wraps his arms around Darien's neck and kisses his hair a few times.

"See, you talk about the hair care products but you seem to have so much fun with it."

He's smiling and taking the opportunity to kiss Charlie's throat and shoulders.

"Your hair is my favorite pet." He scritches Darien's head, smirking.

"It's not alive."

...yet. Who knew what the gland might do to him? ~~Seriously, it does everything ELSE.~~

"Maybe it comes alive while you're sleeping and has a life all its own. Girls, dancing, parties . . ."

"See, I might go for that," he agrees with a smirk, "except, of course, for the lack of funds. How would it pay for all this?"

"Trust funds." He nods decisively. "Your hair is a trust fund baby. Obviously."

He pouts.

"And he never let me in on the dough? After all the work I put into it? The bastard."

"That's probably why you have the need to pamper it so much. It's a subliminal influence . . ." He moves his fingers rhythmically over Darien's scalp. "Paaaaamper meeee . . . buy me expensive shaaaampooooooo . . ."

He chuckles.

"Well, it is right on top of my head. Brilliant strategy, really."