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[bloodyrockgod]

Clothing appears in silvery piles on the bedroom floor and there's the soft sound of laughter. Pasta can wait.

"Bed's that way," says Charlie from nowhere.


[ooc: blah blah blah boysmutcakes.]

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"It's not alive."

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

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He pouts.

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

[bloodyrockgod]

"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 . . ."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He chuckles.

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

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes." He kisses Darien's head. "You have brilliant hair."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Got to get the rest of me going on that sometime.

A kiss to Charlie's mouth.

[bloodyrockgod]

"The rest of you? Hm. I find you rather brilliant all over but I freely admit to bias in that regard."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He smirks.

"Oh yes. Diamond buffing every week."

[bloodyrockgod]

"'Cause you're so precious," Charlie croons and sweeps Darien into his arms for kisses.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He laughs and sways with his arms out as if he were about to be attacked.

"Oh god, the cheese. It's coming to get me."

He smiles and kisses Charie on the nose and lips and cheeks.

"Mmmthough I don't know how much good you'll be against the cheese."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I wear the cheese," Charlie says, arching an eyebrow. "The cheese does not wear me."


Well, it amuses the mun, anyway.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

His stomach rumbles.

"Where do you wear the cheese, because we haven't had dinner yet."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I don't know if me wearing the cheese would add to its flavor.

"Didn't you say something about meatballs?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Only one eye open a little, looking around.

"Yeah, sure. On the table, actually."

He stands and wanders over to the table, returning with two bowls with spaghetti with chicken meatballs in a sweet marinara sauce.

"There."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Thank you." Charlie sits up and takes a bowl. He inhales, his eyes closed. "Mmm."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He chuckles faintly before working on his own meal, taking the time to savor at first before giving into his hunger.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I just love how you cook for me, baby." He looks at Darien through his eyelashes.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And he smiles right back, wrapping his legs around Charlie's.

"Mmm..love how you sing for me."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie leans over to kiss him and softly sings, "'If I fell in love with you would you promise to be true, and help me understand . . .'" He kisses Darien again.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And he deepens the kiss a little.

"Promise you anything you want, baby."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles as they kiss, holding Darien's face. "Just promise me you'll be around for a while?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Long as you want me, I'll be around."

Another kiss, this one slower.