[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.]
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.]
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.
[Charlie is going to be equally sappy and just lean in to bury his face in Meyer's collarbone for a little bit, arms tight around his middle. Shut up, he still has post-orgasmic cuddles on his mind.]
[This is okay. Eventually sitting on this counter is going to get uncomfortable, but he's still pretty drugged up, so he doesn't much care. Speaking of drugs...]
I really hope none of your friends went through my backpack and took my stuff.
[He hadn't exactly thought to bring the backpack into the bathroom with them. And there were a whole lotta drugs in there.]
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[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?]
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This was a pretty damn good birthday present.
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[Yes, he actually bought you a present that wasn't sex. He's so thoughtful.]
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[Don't mind him. He's still partially reclining on the counter.]
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[Don't mind him casually caressing your chest, Meyer, but you're right here and mostly naked and he has to.]
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[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.
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Fucking awesome.
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[Is this over the top? It's totally over the top. He doesn't care.]
We're flying first class.
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You're fucking shitting me.
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[Yep, his stupid grin isn't fading.]
You ever flown first class before?
[Somehow he doubts it.]
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[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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I really hope none of your friends went through my backpack and took my stuff.
[He hadn't exactly thought to bring the backpack into the bathroom with them. And there were a whole lotta drugs in there.]
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[Still mumbled into Meyer's skin 'cause fuck pulling away yet.]
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[He's just not inclined to pull away right now. Maybe in a couple minutes. Maybe when someone really needs to use the bathroom.]
And maybe I'll have another couple drinks.
[That's probably a bad idea.]
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