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[Charlie lets out a very enthusiastic whoop at that.]

Take off your pants!

[A few of Charlie's friends follow that with an emphatic don't take off your pants.]

Fuck you guys!

[That's directed at Charlie's friends. He's not taking off his pants without some encouragement, though. The financial kind of encouragement.]

You gotta pay me for that.

Dude, you take your pants off for me all the fucking time, I don't gotta pay then!

Yeah, but this is different. This is special.

[Finally someone from behind Charlie throws a five. You have fans, Meyer.]

Take off your pants!

[A five. Well. That's enough to at least start undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants, yeah. Very slowly. He's kinda getting into this. It's kinda fun. He's really going to regret this tomorrow.]

[Meyer may regret it in the morning but Charlie is going to have zero regrets about it ever. God, he hopes someone is filming this.]

[If someone films this, he'll destroy them and the camera. But at the moment, he's too busy kicking off his shoes and shimmying out of his pants to think about it. Soon enough, that this is a really bad idea is going to catch up with his drug addled mind.]

[Charlie calms down from cracking up long enough to stand up and grab Meyer's jeans, holding them triumphantly over his head.]

Fuck yeah! You are so not getting these back all night dude.

[Normally, he'd be pissed off. But then, normally he wouldn't be laughing so hard he's having a hard time standing up. Coke's a hell of a drug.]

You gotta give them back at some point. I'm gonna get cold.

[That doesn't seem to be a concern right now. In fact, he doesn't seem perturbed about just being in his underwear, at the moment.]

I can keep you warm.

[Yes, that is a definite leer on his face as he gets up and starts kissing him. This results in various boos and catcalls from their audience.]

[Should the audience bother him? No, at the moment, they don't, particularly. This disregard for what people think probably has something to do with why, the last time he was arrested, he'd been dancing on a table. But either way, he's definitely kissing back, draping himself all over Charlie.]

[Charlie is just going for broke and shoves both hands down the back of Meyer's boxer shorts to get a good firm grip on his ass. Ah, there's the stuff.]

[As long as Charlie isn't trying to get the boxer shorts off entirely, he'll let that groping happen. He's not going to be entirely naked in front of everyone, though, so the underwear're staying on. Besides, he's returning the favor by grabbing Charlie's ass, too -- although there're a lot more clothes in the way there.]

[With the firm grip he's got on Meyer's butt, it's only too easy to pull him down with him onto the chair and keep kissing him.

Now that it's clear the strip show is over, their friends disperse. Which is even better for ridiculous make-outs.]

[Ridiculous make-outs indeed -- he's not even protested being pulled down onto the chair, nor does he seem to be breaking away from the kissing anytime soon. If anything, his kisses are particularly passionate, if a little bit sloppy.]

[Charlie's kissing back with an equal amount of gusto and bad coordination, hands roaming along the naked skin of Meyer's back before dipping back down inside his underwear.]

Remind me to get you a stripper pole for your birthday, huh?

There isn't even anywhere good in the apartment to put a stripper pole.

[Yes, that's his concern.]

And my birthday isn't for a really long time.

[Also a concern.]

And I'm not about to take up stripping as an actual habit.

[But maybe he'll give Charlie more private shows. Or something. Those hands on his butt are awfully distracting.]

Early birthday present. And it can go in the living room.

Yeah, that's a really classy addition to the decor.

[He wants more kisses. He also kind of wants to give Charlie a lap dance. What the hell is going on in his mind?]

[He would actively encourage the lap dance. In the fact, the way he's rocking Meyer down onto his lap with those hands on his ass is probably a good sign of how much he'd be into it.]

[Well, if Charlie's encouraging it, he's really powerless to resist the urge, isn't he? Besides, he's practically naked as it is; what else is he supposed to do with it? So your lap dance begins now, Charlie -- not that he exactly knows what he's doing, but he figures it involves a whole lot of moving his hips and ass, right?]

[Sure, it's not the most skilled or coordinated lap dance, but it's Meyer doing it which makes it infinitely better. Hands wander up and down his sides, coming up to tweak a nipple in between kisses.

And in case you were wonder, Meyer, that is not a roll of quarters in his pocket.]

I thought you weren't supposed to touch people when they were giving you a lap dance.

[That probably just goes for the professionals around here, though, and not him. And he's not really complaining, either -- Charlie can touch him as much as he wants (well, within reason, wherever the line of reason is at the moment.) Besides, right now he's far too busy rocking his hips into Charlie's lap, because getting him turned on is just too much fun.]

Could say the same to you.

[Meyer rocks down onto his erection and he has to lean in and bite Meyer's shoulder to temper the whimper he so desperately needs to let out.]

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