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He might never admit it to anyone -- Charlie included, of course -- but he likes it when Charlie leaves marks. It's a tangible reminder that there's something real in his life, even though most of his life is spent dissembling and pretending. Charlie knows him too well to let him get away with keeping his poker face on all the time; it's a vulnerability that he wouldn't allow himself around anyone else.

Kissing is a hell of a lot better than talking, though, especially talking about being stuck here. That's not something to discuss when Charlie's drunk, and maybe it's better left undiscussed altogether. He smiles a little as he lets himself fall back into the bed, admiring Charlie's shirtless form, then running his hands across Charlie's shoulder and down his arms, liking the feeling of the bare skin beneath them.

He always grins when he sees that look on Meyer's face. Hey, maybe it's ego. Okay, it's probably entirely ego. But he doesn't just like that Meyer think he looks good naked. He likes that he can look good naked for Meyer.

Although speaking of, he still has entirely too many clothes on. With Meyer's stretched out under him like this, it only makes sense to start undoing his jeans to pull them the entire way off.

Of course it's ego, but it's not undeserved ego, either. For all he gives Charlie hell for being cocky and thinking he's so great, he probably doesn't help matters by also thinking Charlie's pretty great. Maybe that's why he's usually so quick to make fun of Charlie -- he wouldn't want to have him get too carried away with the ego thing.

He can agree that Charlie's wearing too many clothes (to be fair, he usually is, but he can't walk around naked all the time) and he can certainly help tug Charlie's jeans off once Charlie gets them undone. It's strange to him, seeing Charlie dressed so casually, but he doesn't dislike it; it's just another reminder of how different things are here.

He shimmies jeans, underwear, and socks off in one go. Or as close to one go as he can manage. He is pretty drunk after all, and the socks in particular become problematic. He curses loudly as he has to roll off Meyer for a bit to finally kick everything off. But he's back again as quickly as he can, as if every moment not touching Meyer is a waste.

He takes his time drinking in the sight of him, hands roaming to ruck up the sides of his shirt. Every brush of his hands over Meyer's skin is driving him crazy and he wants more of it than he thinks he could ever get.

This is one of the few things that takes his mind off of worrying and planning and running through probabilities and scenarios in his head constantly. If it had been bad at home, it's worse here, where the reality of Charlie disappearing at any moment is a seemingly likely one. When he can focus on this, though, when he can laugh a little at Charlie as he struggles to get his socks off, when he can admire Charlie's body and the sight and feel of him, the worries are dulled slightly, pushed to the back of his mind.

He tugs Charlie back down for a kiss, maybe a little too desperately, a little too hungrily. He wants to surround himself in this for awhile, so that there's nothing else. Maybe that's why his grip on the back of Charlie's neck as he kisses him is a little too tight.

He understands it, the need to cling on tightly to each other. His own fingers are back to leaving bruises on Meyer's hipbones, nails biting in as he kisses back with just as much fervor.

His hands slide down the fraction he needs to start undoing Meyer's fly, hands roaming and touching on every bit of him still, loath to give u this touch for even a moment.

He hates to seem needy, even when it's undeniable that he feels that way, and that's why, when he lifts his hips up a little to press against Charlie's hands, it's an unconscious, unplanned movement.

The nails digging into his hips feel good, grounding somehow, and just like his press back against Charlie's hands is an unconscious movement, so is the way he nips at Charlie's lower lip as they kiss -- not hard, because he has no desire to truly hurt Charlie, but probably hard enough to be noticeable, to sting a little.

It certainly is noticeable, and makes Charlie grin into his mouth. It's not to surprising Meyer got turned into a vampire - he's always been into biting when they're doing it.

It's a strange pace they've set here. It's still as passionate as before, but the frenzy of earlier has mellowed into something deeper, more intimate. He's almost as close to Meyer as he can get, pressing into him with all of his body. It's an intimacy he's been waiting for all night, too feel close enough to him that no one could tear them apart. It's an irrational thought, he's fully aware. But Charlie never been big no rational anyway.

He shimmies Meyer's pants and underwear down, then breaks away just long enough to pull his shirt off over his head. All their bare skin pressing against each other feels amazing, and he buries his face in Meyer's chest just to revel in it for a moment.

If asked directly, Meyer's pretty sure he'd say he's allergic to intimacy, or at least, extremely adverse to it. He doesn't get close to people for many reasons, and that's always worked well for him. Somehow, though, intimacy with Charlie is different; it's not something he normally likes, being so exposed -- both literally and figuratively -- around someone else, but he'd be lying if he said that he didn't like every second that he spent pressed against Charlie like this, feeling his heartbeat and his breathing.

When Charlie breaks the kiss to press his face into his chest, Meyer lifts a hand to run it lazily through Charlie's hair. Say what you will about being stuck here, but there are a couple unexpected benefits, like the fact that Charlie's curls are freer and thus, as he's demonstrating now, far easier to run his fingers through and tug at a little.

He laughs into Meyer's chest as soon as he feels those fingers tangle into his hair. Some things between the two of them are just so damn predictable.

He lets his laugh morph into a kiss, pressed in the centre of Meyer's chest. He lets his mouth wander, mapping all the glorious skin available to him. He gets teasingly low before making his way back up, dipping his tongue into the hollow at the back of Meyer's throat.

He can't help his near-fixation with Charlie's hair. It feels comforting underneath his hands, is just another one of those things about Charlie that makes him feel safe. He'll probably never stop playing with Charlie's hair.

At the same time, he can relish those kisses, lifting his hips a little more, offering Charlie more access to his bare skin, and then laughing when Charlie moves back up his body rather than kissing even lower, as he might have expected. Charlie's mouth and tongue feels good at his throat, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, showing more of his neck. He finds it a little funny -- in a dark way, maybe -- that he's baring his neck so invitingly to Charlie when, until recently, he'd been a vampire and very much more interested in the necks of others.

It's not lost on him, and he pauses for a moment, remembering when the positions were swapped. There had been so much fear, so much anticipation for the pain to come. But in a weird way, it had still been kinda hot.

Rather than kissing him there, he bites down on Meyer's throat, starting low at the base and moving up to nibble on his jawline. He can feel the prickle of stubble against his tongue, strange and not unpleasant.

He thinks he likes being bitten almost as much as he likes biting -- and although he might deny it, he had enjoyed biting Charlie when he'd been a vampire; although it had been tinged with guilt and horror at the loss of self control, it had also been pleasurable and deeply satisfying. He tries not to think about it much, but sometimes he can't control his thoughts, hard as he might try.

This is better, though, with both of them back to normal, and with Charlie's teeth on his throat like that. His quiet groan and the way he tilts his head more, exposing all of his jawline, might encourage Charlie to bite a little harder, even if Charlie does have to contend with that stubble growing there -- he hasn't been as committed to shaving as he had been back home, and he vaguely wonders if the five o'clock shadow he's now sporting looks ridiculous.

He does take that encouragement, biting down harder on the corner on his jaw. He can feel Meyer's trapped erection pressing into his leg, and brings his his hand down to grip it firmly in his hand.

"How much do you want me to suck you off right now?" He probably knows how much. But damn if it isn't fun making Meyer say it.

It's unfair of Charlie to ask questions like that, and not just because he already knows the answer; it's unfair because Charlie's about the only person who could ask Meyer a question like that and actually get an answer from him. The fact is that he's not great at saying what he wants, but somehow Charlie always manages to drag it out of him.

"Dammit, Charlie, you can tell how much," he says, emphasizing his statement with a roll of his hips that presses his arousal more firmly against Charlie's hand. That should probably answer the question sufficiently.

"I dunno. Maybe I'm a little slow on the uptake today." He grins mercilessly into Meyer's skin as he keeps working his lips across his collar bone. His hand is still firm over Meyer's erection, but not moving yet. What's more fun than the tease, after all.

Hey now, isn't Meyer supposed to be the one who's all about teasing? He usually finds the roles reversed here, him driving Charlie crazy by touching him but not going further than that. "I don't believe that for a second," he laughs -- although it's a laugh followed by a groan at the combination of Charlie's mouth and his hand.

He knows Charlie's trying to get him to say more, to ask for more, but he stubbornly refuses, simply digging his nails into Charlie's back as he tries to get him to move his hand through force of will alone.

It's true, Charlie's usually the one to say hurry up and stick it in already. But today... well he wants to make this last.

He keeps kissing his way downwards, slowly, stopping to lavish particular attention on his nipples, and the outline of muscles under his skin. Hand staying firmly where it is, of course.

Making it last is just fine by him; the longer they draw this out, the less time he has to be alone with his thoughts, most of which are of the doom and gloom variety. He calls himself a realist, but that realism tends to be shaded with a fair bit of pessimism, too. It's difficult to be gloomy in a situation like this, though, and he intends to lose himself in it as fully as possible.

He's mostly quiet as Charlie moves lower, but the little shiver he gives and the goosebumps that rise to his skin as Charlie pays attention to his nipples and his muscles speak for themselves. Although he'd generally like to keep those muscles as hidden as possible, he can't deny how good it feels when Charlie touches or kisses them.

Finally the teasing is getting too much for Charlie. He had hoped he could draw it out a little longer, but fuck it. He likes the feeling of Meyer's dick in his mouth and he's not the kind of person to deny himself stuff he wants.

He kisses his way down to the base of Meyer's cock, pressing more wet-open mouthed kisses there. Finally he moves his hand slowly, giving him room to lick up the shaft as slow as he can manage.

There are a lot of sensations in the world, and Meyer has felt many of them, but one sensation he'll never get tired of is having Charlie's mouth on him like that. If what they'd already been doing hadn't been enough to take his mind off of worrying, then this certainly is. Charlie seems to have an uncanny ability to know exactly what he needs at any given time, even if he doesn't realize it himself.

He can't seem to decide whether to shut his eyes or whether to keep his eyes fixed on Charlie, watching him as he licks him, so he settles for looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, unable to resist tangling his fingers in Charlie's hair again. Can you really blame him? It's right there, and so tempting.

Hey, maybe he likes it when Meyer pulls on his hair like that. It reassures him he's doing something right.

He licks his lips before lowering himself slowly over Meyer's cock, taking his time to go good and slow until he's almost down to the root, breathing hard through his nose .

Charlie is definitely doing something right, which should be evidenced by the slight hitch in Meyer's breath, the way he obviously has to restrain himself from pressing into Charlie's mouth more, his mind telling him that taking things slow is a good idea but his body having an entirely different reaction.

Still, his willpower always wins over his physical instincts, and he manages to keep his hips still, not thrusting into Charlie's mouth as he might like to. That doesn't mean his grip doesn't tighten a little on Charlie's hair, though, even as he struggles to keep himself quiet. He's never liked to sound like he's out of control, and the only thing liable to come out his mouth at this point is a string of swearwords, anyway. Better to keep his mouth shut entirely, and just focus on the feeling.

He pauses for a while with Meyer's length in his mouth, feeling the way he's struggling underneath him to stay calm. It's slightly intoxicating, the power he feels when he does that.

But what's even better is making Meyer lose it completely, so he doesn't wait long until he starts a steady rhythm, hand curls firming around Meyer's hips as he goes.

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.