He'd really like to draw this out as long as he can, knowing that as long as he's doing this with Charlie, as long as they're touching, everything's all right. It might not be all right in the longrun; hell, it might not even be all right tomorrow -- but they're both here, and Charlie can make him feel like nobody else can.

Losing it completely, though, that's a tall order -- but one he's certainly willing to have Charlie try to accomplish. He squirms under Charlie's hands a little, responding to that steady rhythm, finally allowing his eyes to slide shut so all he's concentrating on is how damn good Charlie's mouth feels and how damn good Charlie's hair feels underneath his fingers. He's trying hard not to pull his hair too hard, but that's almost as difficult as staying calm at this point.