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[He's making a whole lot more noise than he really should be, considering their location at the moment, but he really can't help it. It's hard to believe anything could feel better than this, right now, and he's practically thrusting into Charlie's hand.]

[Those noises are intoxicating. Charlie keeps kissing him and nipping at his skin in turn, trying to get him to make as many as he can.]

Yeah, come on, Meyer. God you fucking love it.

[If he wanted more noises, that's what he's going to get, completely unrestrained and unabashed. Yeah, he's going to be embarrassed about this later, if he remembers it at all, but for this moment, the only thing in the world might as well be Charlie's hand, and the way he's kissing him and biting at him, and the way he seems to want to touch every little bit of Charlie's skin, so he's got one hand under Charlie's shirt and one hand tangled in his hair, holding him close.]

[He was already pretty damn worked up from the lap dance, and it doesn't take him long. He thrusts a few more times against him, coming with a choked off sob. He keeps mumbling against Meyer's skin, whispering his name over and over again as his nerve endings explode around him.]

[After that, it's not like it can possibly take him long either, not when Charlie's still touching him and still whispering his name like that, and he doesn't try to hold back at all, nor does he try to silence the near-shout that escapes his mouth when he comes. It hits him harder than he'd been expecting it to, and he can't even be bothered by the fact that it sounds like someone's trying to open the bathroom door, because who cares, anyway? Nothing matters as much as feeling like this does.]

God I love it when you scream, man.

[Charlie mumbles against Meyer's mouth, kissing him slowly and lazily as they both come down.]

I dunno if that qualified as a scream...

[Contradictory to the last, although who really cares what it qualified as, because he's still the one who's sitting on the counter practically naked, and where the hell are his pants, anyway?]

[In the main room with the rest of your clothes, obviously. Charlie is just going to grab some paper towel and wipe them both off. Meyer not wearing a shirt certainly makes clean-up easier.]

This was a pretty damn good birthday present.

Yeah, well, you're welcome. I have other presents for you, too, but they're back home.

[Yes, he actually bought you a present that wasn't sex. He's so thoughtful.]

Yeah? What'd you get me?

I'm not gonna tell you what I got you. You have to unwrap it and stuff. But it's a good gift. A really good gift.

Is it here? Cause if I have to wait to open it at home...

I mean... I guess I can tell you what it is, because it's not actually the kind of thing that really requires being unwrapped anyway. But that kind of takes some of the fun out of it, doesn't it?

[Don't mind him. He's still partially reclining on the counter.]

See, now you're just being a fucking tease.

[Don't mind him casually caressing your chest, Meyer, but you're right here and mostly naked and he has to.]

Well, you know how you said awhile back that we should go to Cuba?

[That casual caressing is really very distracting, Charlie, but he soldiers on anyway.]

So, yeah, that's where we're going. I got plane tickets.

[Charlie's face breaks out into a very slow grin, starting small until it's taking over his whole face.]

Fucking awesome.

I kind of thought you might like that. Oh, and, um...

[Is this over the top? It's totally over the top. He doesn't care.]

We're flying first class.

[Yep, Charlie's just staring for a bit here, give him a moment.]

You're fucking shitting me.

I'm not shitting you. It's kind of an inconvenient trip anyway, since we have to go to Canada first -- that flight isn't first class, because it's so short -- so I figured, you know, we might as well be classy about it.

[Yep, his stupid grin isn't fading.]

You ever flown first class before?

[Somehow he doubts it.]

No man. Have you?

Hell no. I've only been on a plane once in my life. They feed you in first class, though. A real meal and everything.

Do we get champagne this?

Sure, why not? I'm sure we've got a fake ID or two just dying to be used.

You're the best ever, y'know? There's gonna be, like, ridiculous amounts of hotel room sex for you.

Yeah, I know, I'm pretty okay.

[Fuck yeah, hotel room sex. That's what he's been wanting all along.]

Also, y'know, I figured you deserved to have something nice.

[That's about as sappy as it gets, for him.]

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