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[bloodyrockgod]

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He puts the ice cream on the nightstand and barely has time to say "That's for later" when David's mouth is on his again. "Oh, hello," Charlie murmurs, laughing into his kiss, and he slides his chilled hand inside David's shirt. He grins when David shivers.

"Do you know what I want to do with you?" he whispers. "Everything."

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*It's the feeling of the slickness inside him that causes him to come, a white-hot shivering of every nerve in his body as Charlie collapses onto him, still inside him, all around him.

It's with soft figners that he strokes Charlie's skin, feeling the heat and the wet of sweat and the chill of the night that's cooling them down when he pulls the covers over them after some careful manouevering and he settles Charlie in his arms, their lips tiredly together*

I love you. You know that, right?

[bloodyrockgod]

"I know," he whispers to David's mouth. "I know."

He does know. He's not afraid to believe it.

He rubs his palm over David's face. "I love you too. You're so . . . perfect. You're perfect, David."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*David smiles. He's far from perfect and he knows it, but if he's perfect to Charlie, to Charlie who loves him for who he is and what he is, then he's not willing or obliged to argue*

You're far more perfect than I could have ever hoped, wished, dreamed for.

*he kisses him, smoothing his hair*

Now sleep, my love...

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles, his eyes already too heavy to keep open. He's not perfect, but if David believes it maybe he could be.

Love has done stranger things.

"Sleep," he mutters, burrowing into David's warmth. "I can do that . . ."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*Charlie secure in his arms, he shuts his eyes, ready for a full night's sleep.

When his dreams come, there's sunshine and smiles.

And somehow he knows that when he wakes, it'll be just the same*