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[He offers Charlie a smile, and really, it's amazing how even his genuine smiles can look so sharp and predatory sometimes.]

It was a good trip, that's all.

[There're quite a few other things to say. They can wait. He's not in the mood for explanation. Which is why he finally makes all the way over to Charlie and grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss.]

[Sure, he didn't exactly see that coming but that doesn't mean he isn't going to go with it. It's a very rare moment he doesn't feel like kissing Meyer. And he always does get kind of tingly when Meyer gets forceful like this.

He grips Meyer just as firmly by the lapels of his jacket and kisses back.]

[It's difficult to hide the fact that he's feeling worked up and aggressive, so he doesn't even bother to try. He doubts Charlie's complaining about it, even if he is surprised by the suddenness with which it happened -- Meyer's usually a bit more cautious. At the moment, though, he's thrown caution to the wind and is in the process of practically shoving Charlie towards the wall so that he can press him up against it.]

[He lets out a woof of air as his back meets the wall, his fingers digging into the lapels of Meyer's jacket even harder.]

Fucking hell, Meyer. How well it'd go, huh?

I told you. Well enough.

[By which he means extremely well, of course, but he's not inclined towards talking at the moment. Not when he could be untucking Charlie's shirt just so he can get a little bit of bare skin to run his hands across. That's much better than talking.]

[Talking's over-rated, then. He won't object.

He wasn't wearing his jacket in the house, but his hands go between them to start unbuttoning his own vest. When he kisses Meyer this time it isn't with any of the slight confusion of before. He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth, encouraging him with the direction his hands are going in.]

[There's not a whole lot of precision to Meyer's movements -- all he cares about is divesting Charlie of some of these clothes, the sooner the better. As soon as he has Charlie's shirt untucked, he slides his hand underneath it, to Charlie's stomach, feeling the warm skin there. He's obviously abandoned the idea of removing his own clothes, preferring to run his hands firmly across Charlie's skin and nip back at his lower lip in response, a little harder.]

[It's hard to shrug his way out of his vest when Meyer keeps grabbing at him like that, moving his cool hands across Charlie's skin and making him want to squirm and swear into Meyer's mouth.

But he manages. His tie and collar he practically tears off (breaking his tie pin, he's sure), and a moment later he pulls back from Meyer's mouth long enough to tug his shirt up and over his head.]

What's got you so fucking horny, huh?

[He can't help but grinning like the loon this whole time. Hey, he's kinda into it when Meyer gets a little aggressive, sue him.]

What, I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?

[But they both know that this goes beyond a good mood. He'd been up all night the night before, after all, and any other time, he'd be wanting to crawl into bed with exhaustion. Today, though, he can't even imagine sleeping, and as soon as Charlie tugs his shirt off, his hands are all over him again, first running across his chest and then raking his nails across his chest, just because he can.

Leaning in like he's going to kiss Charlie again, he instead goes for a bite to his shoulder, not kissing or biting his neck as he normally might. He just can't seem to get enough.]

Fuck

[Hands reach down to hold onto Meyer's ass, tilting their hips together. He's almost forgotten that he's half undressed and Meyer's still got his fucking coat on, all he can see is the ceiling as his eyes roll back, and all he can feel is Meyer's hot breath against his skin and the sting of his teeth.]

Fuck, I wanna do so many things to yous right now, Meyer.

Yeah? Like what?

[He punctuates his sentence with another hard bite -- he'll get around to removing his jacket soon enough, but right now, it doesn't seem like a priority. That'd require taking his hands away from Charlie's skin, and necessitate pulling away so that he's not pinning Charlie against the wall quite so aggressively. And why would he want to do that, when it feels so good to Charlie stuck between him and the wall, with their hips pressed together like that?]

I wanna hear the sounds you're gonna make when you fuck me.

[He latches onto Meyer's ear with his teeth, tugging gently.]

You're gonna try to keep your fucking cool but it ain't gonna be worth shit, you're gonna be fucking losing it.

Don't be so sure.

[Charlie's probably right, though. He's been uncharacteristically unable to control himself in the last 24 hours. Still, of course he's going to have a ready retort like that, even as he slides his hand between them to unbuckle Charlie's belt.]

[He's completely wanton in the way he tilts his hips, pressing himself into Meyer's hand.]

Course I can be sure. I know every fucking thing about yous.

[Hearing those words from anyone else would scare the hell out of him, but hearing them from Charlie just feels right somehow. With Charlie's belt unbuckled, he's free to undo Charlie's pants, too, sliding a hand inside almost immediately.]

If you know me so well, what am I thinking right now?

[Admittedly, that shouldn't be hard to guess, from the way his fingers tangle in Charlie's hair and tug him down roughly for another kiss.]

[The way he's kissing him makes it very hard for Charlie to reply, because the last thing he wants to do is stop kissing long enough to talk.

Hands grip hard on Meyer's arms, pushing him back with all his power until Meyer knocks into the back of the sofa. He may like it against the wall, but it's not any fun without a little back and forth.]

[Being pushed back against the couch takes his breath away, not because Charlie's pushed him too hard, but because he's always enjoyed this kind of tussle. There's something inexplicably arousing about a power struggle, he's found. Maybe that's why, instead of trying to get the upper hand again, he's content for the time being to press his hips up towards Charlie's, pressing against him, grinding them together. And sure, maybe his nails are digging into Charlie's shoulder just a little, but that's half the fun, right?]

[He doesn't hold back the torrent of swear words he mumbles straight into Meyer's mouth, then. His lips wander down, nipping along his jawline and sucking hard on his neck.]

What'dya want, Meyer? You want me on my knees for yous right now?

[Now that's a question he could hear a million times and never get sick of. From the way his breath quickens a little at feeling Charlie's teeth on his jawline, and the way he pushes at Charlie's shoulder, practically guiding him to his knees, it's pretty obvious what the answer is. Still, for good measure, he nods.]

Yeah, that's what I want.

[The grin he sends Meyer's way as he sinks to his knees is positively wicked.

As much as he gives Meyer shit for it, he can be a tease sometimes too when he needs to be. Hands firm on Meyer's hips, he mouth along the outline of his cock through the fly of his trousers, not making any move to start undoing them yet.]

[Of course Charlie's going to choose this moment to be a tease; normally, Meyer's got practically endless patience, but after being so wound up and feeling so much aggression -- aggression which had immediately turned into pure lust the second he got into the house -- this is pretty well guaranteed to drive him crazy. That explains the way his hand practically flies to Charlie's hair, his grip tight and needy.]

[Meyer's grip is just a little too hard, a little too needy. His head tilts back from the force of it, his eyes locking with Meyer's.]

What'ya gonna do now, huh?

[He tilts his hips towards Charlie again, watching him intently.]

It's not about what I'm gonna do. It's about what you're gonna do, which is use that mouth for something other than talking.

[Although, admittedly, he's pretty fond of hearing Charlie talk, taunting and teasing and all. That doesn't mean he's above being demanding, and he's definitely not letting go of Charlie's hair.]

[A shiver goes down his spine, and he hates himself that his hands are shaking as he undoes Meyer's fly.

But still. Damn this is hot.]

[He notes the shaky hands, but doesn't comment on them. There's a time for him to be teasing, and this isn't it. Right now, he just feels like being downright demanding. Since Charlie's doing what he'd wanted, his loosens his grip on his hair a little, almost as a reward -- but not too loose. He's still determined to be in control here.]

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