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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.

He lets Meyer get nice and comfortable, settled into the rhythm. He can feel his muscles relaxing under his hand, and uses that as a sign to began rolling his balls in his fingers. He'd be grinning with the excitement of seeing his reaction if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied.

Charlie's grin might not be obvious, but Meyer's always been pretty good at guessing what Charlie's thinking, and he can guess that Charlie might be trying to coax some kind of reaction out of him. Hopefully he won't be disappointed by the way Meyer's mouth opens slightly, first to let out a slightly louder groan, and then a muttered "Oh fuck" at just how good it feels.

It's probably for the best that this kind of thing normally reduces him to being able to say very little -- he's always afraid he'll start babbling something nonsensical in moments like these, or worse, something emotional. He may be allergic to intimacy, but in times like this, when Charlie's making him feel this way, he always feels dangerously close to saying something idiotic.

Charlie can't help but feel smug at that. He only wishes he could see Meyer's face properly, but there's only so much multi-tasking one guy can do.

He gives Meyer a little more, using his hands and mouth together to get the best reaction. Then rather suddenly he's pulling back to meet Meyer's eyes, hand coming up to wipe across his mouth.

"You ever been to the drug store in this place?" Non sequitur? He has a point, he promises.

Charlie had better have a damn good reason for that question, or Meyer's going to be rather disappointed that he'd stopped. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at Charlie, shaking his head. "Haven't gotten the chance, no. Why? Are there cigarettes?"

In his mind, that's about the only thing that could make this moment even better. If he had a cigarette, then he'd be enjoying himself even more, if that was at all possible. Unfortunately, he highly doubts that that's the case.

"I fucking wish. No, check the top drawer besides yous."

Charlie had only wandered in the other day in search of soap and found... something else. A lot of something else in fact. Luckily he still had a bunch of the nick-knacks he'd hoarded from his dragon days for trading. He'd got the feeling from people here that the future ends up a lot less stuck-up about sex than their time (about fucking time, as far as he thought), but it was still a shock to see all that available to buy, right out in the open.

When Meyer looks in the drawer he'll find several flavours, colours, and consistancies of lube. Also a porn magazine. Because of course.

Edited (wow sorry typo queen tonight) 2013-05-08 01:28 (UTC)

He can't help but laugh when he opens the drawer and discovers what Charlie's stashed in there. In retrospect, he really shouldn't be surprised. That was exactly the kind of thing Charlie would have managed to find, although it does surprise him that apparently this stuff was so easy to find; the future must be different in that regard. Vaguely, he's also amused by the fact that apparently magazines like that are available when food is scarce -- strange priorities, but at the moment, it doesn't bother him.

"Well, it's not cigarettes, but it's not bad, either," he says, still chuckling slightly.

He rewards Meyer for finding the stash with a few more kisses and licks along the side of the length.

"Yeah, they got stuff that heats up and everything." The look he shoots Meyer through his eyelashes is positively sinful. "You got a favourite"?

"I don't exactly have a preference, no."

Forgive him for having a hard time making decisions, Charlie -- you're making it exceptionally difficult for him to think straight. All things considered, this night had turned out a lot better than he'd expected it to. Whenever Charlie has that look on his face, he can be sure that something both exciting, unexpected, and possibly strange is about to happen, but for someone who dislikes surprises and excitement as much as Meyer does, he finds it oddly charming when it comes from Charlie.

"Then just fucking pick one."

Charlie, meanwhile, certainly has something in mind. Still licking and sucking his way way down to his balls, he uses both hands to nudge Meyer's ankles upwards, bending his knees to tuck his heels closer to his ass. That's the stuff. His mouth latches over his taint, sucking hard.

He'd be picking a lot more carefully -- because, frankly, he does everything carefully, in general; it probably drives Charlie insane just how deliberate he is about most things, since Charlie is perfectly capable of being spontaneous and going on gut feelings -- but it's pretty hard to concentrate on what he's picking out of the drawer or even concentrate on what he's doing at all when Charlie's doing that.

That's probably why, when he finally does grab something, he picks almost completely at random, trying to toss it to Charlie, but really just ending up throwing it in his general direction. As Charlie nudges his ankles up, his toes curl into the sheets, and this time his groan is far louder and less restrained than the previous few.

He's a big fan of that reaction, and stores it away for later. But for now, he's getting pretty damn low on patience. He's rutting with his bare cock into the mattress, desperate for any friction even if he knows what's coming later will be well worth it.

Hands still wrapped on Meyer's ankles, he nudges him a little more to lift his hips. Then he's there, close enough to Meyer's entrance that it takes nothing to reach out with his tongue and lap at it. Then a second time, poking the tip of his tongue into the ring of muscle.

He's sure that there are some coherent words, maybe even eloquent ones, he could be managing in reaction to all of this, but the best he can seem to manage are a few gasped out curses -- of course, he's sure Charlie will be perfectly fine with that reaction, eager as Charlie seems to be to make him completely lose control. He wouldn't allow himself to have that kind of reaction with anyone else, but the fact that he can react that way around Charlie is just an extension of how he feels about him in general; he'll never be a particularly vulnerable person, but around Charlie, he can occasionally allow some vulnerability to peek through.

He can't decide whether he wants Charlie to keep doing that, or whether he wants him to just fuck him already, but of course he's going to grip a handful of Charlie's hair tightly, squirming against him slightly, desperate for more anything.

He's so desperate to fuck Meyer he's practically squirming with it. But at the same time Meyer's reactions are too damn good not to keep going, dipping his tongue in again and again.

But soon enough is enough, and he sits back on his haunches, cock hard and aching between his legs. His hands are even trembling as he pops the lid of the lube bottle to slick up his cock. Not wasting any time now, he uses two lubed fingers to plunge into Meyer, watching his face for reactions.

His eyes are squeezed tight, but they open wide as soon as Charlie presses his fingers into him, his gaze meeting Charlie's. "Oh, fuck!" It's not exactly a yell -- he rarely yells -- but it's about as close as he ever gets. It's not like being with Charlie in this way is new to him, but at the same time, he'll never quite get used to how good it feels. He has the sneaking suspicion that part of the reason it feels so damn good is that Charlie's the one doing it to him, but of course he'd never admit to that, not out loud, at least.