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[It's way too early for Charlie to remember exactly where he is. Except in bed, with Meyer near by, and none of that is out of place enough to pull Charlie from sleep. He rolls over, mashing his face into the pillow.]

Hmmm. Not waking up yet.

Okay, I guess you don't have to.

[He's successfully delivered the coffee. That means he can crawl back into bed and scoot a little closer to Charlie, rolling onto his side to wrap an arm around him. That level of affection might give Charlie a hint as to where he is, because this probably wouldn't be his natural inclination if they were back in New York, but stuck here, he's going to take every excuse to be in physical contact with him.]

[It is a little unusual, it's true. But he's not going to argue it. He shuffles in a little closer, pulling Meyer in tight against his body.]

S'not really my birthday, is it?

Yeah, it really is. At least, it is here.

[And look at how cuddly he's being. Charlie might like that, even if it doesn't really count as a birthday present. He kisses his shoulder, because that's what he can reach, all close like this.]

[He takes a moment to pause and think about that. He shuffles around again, settling on his back with his arm still around Meyer.]

That mean you're gonna fucking buy me dinner?

Sure I'll buy you dinner. Any other requests, while you're at it?

[Choose wisely. He feels indulgent.]

I can think of maybe one or two, yeah.

[He snakes a hand around the back at of Meyer's neck, pulling him in for a slow, lazy kiss.]

How'd I know you'd say that?

[Not that he's protesting. On the contrary, he's kissing back, deepening the kiss, one hand trailing down Charlie's chest, liking the feel of his warm skin under his fingers. He's missed this.]

Hey, yous the one offered.

[A hand settles into the small of Meyer's back, spreading his fingers brush along the swell of his ass. It may not have been as long for him, but he can tell from the way Meyer's acting that things are different this time. While he might normally be rushing things along, he lets Meyer take his time, just lazily mapping each other's skin and kissing him.]

Yeah, I guess I am.

[His hand makes its way down to Charlie's hip, running his fingers across his hipbone like he's trying to memorize every inch of skin he possibly can. He smiles against Charlie's mouth and nibbles at his lower lip ever so slightly.]

You got any requests, or do you prefer birthday surprises?

Pretty sure you knows what I likes by now.

You could always have changed your mind.

[He kind of doubts he has, though, and maybe that's why it seems like a safe bet to start kissing lower, starting with Charlie's neck and shoulders and working his way down, paying special attention to running his tongue over Charlie's nipples just because he can, because he wants to lick and touch every part of him.]

[It may be an obvious choice, but he's hardly complaining. He settles back onto the pillows, one hand behide his head and the other tracing the outline of Meyer's spine under his skin.]

Hope it ain't been too long since yous did this, huh?

[It would be pretty bad if you forgot how, Meyer.]

I've kept in practice.

[Not as much as he'd like to, because of course Charlie hasn't been here, but he's pretty sure it's not the kind of thing you forget how to do, anyway. He settles between Charlie's legs, finally, after having kissed all the way down, a slightly softer smile on his face than normal. But no matter how stupid his smile looks, he's pretty sure Charlie won't complain when he lowers his head to take him into his mouth. Teasing can wait for later.]

[He tangles his fingers into Meyer's hair, combing through the straight strands as Meyer takes him down.]

Oh, fuck yeah.

[It may not have been as long for Charlie as for Meyer, but it never stops being amazing when Meyer uses his mouth on him like this.]

Fuck, Meyer, never met no one sucks cock like you dos. Oh, god .

[He's pretty sure that compliment really shouldn't have him feeling so proud and aroused, but he's always responded well to encouragement, and just hearing Charlie speak like that makes him groan and a shiver go down his spine. It's Charlie's birthday, after all, and he's determined to impress him, so he takes him even deeper into his mouth, even if the very act of doing so has him groaning again.]

[He can feel that groan vibrating through him, and it makes him shiver. Although that may be from the way Meyer is taking him down like it's fucking nothing.

He keeps saying his name, low and growling and barely audible. Warmth is spreading through him, starting low in his spine and the feeling of it makes him dig his fingers into the back of Meyer's neck.]

[The nails digging into his neck make him groan again, loudly and unashamedly. If it wasn't obvious enough from those noises that doing this is turning him on way too much, the way he shifts his hips against the bed will probably make it obvious, as will the way he pulls back for a moment to catch Charlie's gaze with a mischievous little glint in his eyes before taking him deep again.]

Meyer. God, I wanna fuck yous right now. Would yous like that? Fuck... Yeah I know yous woulds.

[Yeah, he's talking dirty now and nothing can stop him, pushing at the back of Meyer's neck.]

[He pulls away just to nod a little, because of course he wants that, of course he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it, and now that Charlie's really here, it can finally happen for the first time in way too damn long. He's kissing his way back up Charlie's body again, taking his time, trying to kiss or lick or touch every inch of skin he possibly can.]

[Charlie's patience is wearing thin, and the slow Way Meyer is moving up his body is just not acceptable. It's hard without any clothes to grab onto, but he manages to haul Meyer up and into a searing kiss. He wastes no more time, hands coming down to grab his ass, kneading and pulling and making his intentions very clear.]

C'mon, I wanna be in yous so bad.

Well, go ahead then.

[It's meant to come out as a retort, but is far too breathless and excited to qualify. He probably should be embarrassed just how excited even Charlie's hands have him feel -- enough that he's actually whimpering against his mouth, for gods sake -- but he really can't force himself to be.]

[That is just too damn cocky not to respond to, really. He's got his hands firm enough on Meyer ass that rolling them is only too easy. He just loves the way Meyer looks like this - laid out underneath him and flushed and breathing heavily.

Except one thing could make it better...

He reaches up, bring his hands around Meyer's wrists to pin them ore his head. Ah yes. Perfect.]

Fucking brat.

[And he's not above arching his back just a little, really showing himself off to full advantage, because if Charlie's going to have his hands trapped like that -- he'll pretend to struggle against his grip, but not really for the sake of breaking free -- he might as well look good while he's pinned here.]

Yeah, yeah, you've been calling me that for years.

Cause it's still fucking true.

[Although the jump and the strain of Meyer's muscles when he flexes like that looks too good not to lean down and bite at gently. When he leans back up to speak finally his voice is low, husky.]

Keep you arms up there.

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