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[bloodyrockgod]

Home.

Charlie's on the couch with his guitar, and there's tea on the coffee table.

There's also a Darien around here somewhere . . . hm . . . where could he be?

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[bloodyrockgod]

"Not for cucumbers," Charlie whispers before employing his tongue elsewhere.

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See icon.

[bloodyrockgod]

Gratuitious tonge icon usage.

What can I say, the man is blessed.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

His hands tighten on Charlie's arms, where they seem to have moved since putting him down.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Do you wish to make a request?" Charlie whispers into his ear.

And then licks it extravagantly.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Huh?"

Darien's brain is out for the moment. Regular service will resume when Charlie stops licking.

[bloodyrockgod]

But licking is fun.

Darien's reaction is even more fun.

"Was there something in particular that you wanted me to do, baby?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Is moaning a little and sliding his hand into Charlie's hair an answer?

[bloodyrockgod]

Hm . . .

Charlie goes to work on Darien's neck, and there's a guitar-string-calloused hand sneaking under the tight t-shirt.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He groans now and leans up against Charlie's touch.

"Love you," slips out of there.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Love you too," Charlie murmurs and whoops, there goes Darien's shirt onto the floor.

More licking. More kissing. Some other stuff perhaps, too.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Stuff and things. It's a whole combo.

[bloodyrockgod]

Mun is picturing Darien with a side of fries.

Yum.

Charlie holds himself over Darien and grins. "You are putty. I love it."