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He lays Darien carefully on the bed and goes back to the bar for ice, returning in moments. He gets a towel from the bathroom and fills it with ice, and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking Darien's hair a moment.

"Ready?"

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He nods.

"Sounds good to me. Not like any priest is gonna be cool with it."

"Yeah. That's what I think. So . . . okay. Cool. The sooner we get this planned the sooner we can actually do this. Maybe by the end of the month?"

He nods and nuzzles again. It's starting to get too cold.

"Yeah. Sure. Mmm."

Charlie pulls a blanket over them. "How are you doing? Feeling better?"

"Getting a bit cold, actually."

And he shifts away from the mostly-melted ice.

He kisses Darien's forehead and gets up long enough to drop the towel in the bathroom. He comes back to bed and snuggles around Darien.

And Darien, carefully, snuggles back.

"Sorry I didn't listen to you."

He traces Darien's ear. "Now you know I know best."

He nods and kisses Charlie's cheek.

"Mmhm."

He strokes Darien's cheekbones with the backs of his fingers. "Am I rushing things? I know I asked for time, but . . ." He shakes his head. "I just want to be married. Get all the rest of this out of the way and just be married to you."

He snorts.

"I still haven't found Kevin to tell him."

"Then we gotta find Kevin. Unless you want to pull him aside one day and say 'Hey, you're my best man, come on.'"

...

"He'd have me pinned to a slab and start dissecting me on the spot."

"Then we need to find him beforehand."

A nod.

"Can I sleep now? My balls want me to forget I exist for the moment."

"Of course you can sleep now," he says soothingly. "Want me to stay or let you be?"

CLING.

That answer the question, Charlie?

Yes. It does.

A kiss more and Darien's out for the count. It's... not a good night, but he has Charlie. That's something. That's everything.

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