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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.]

[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.]

Whatever, I can kick their asses.

[Still mumbled into Meyer's skin 'cause fuck pulling away yet.]

Hey, so can I.

[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.]

Yeah, and now we gotta find your clothes. Unless someone took them.

If someone took them, I'm borrowing your clothes, man.

Dude, I'M wearing my clothes. You're the one took yours off in the first place.

Yeah, but you like being naked and stuff. So giving up your clothes wouldn't even be a problem for you.

Not in public, man. That's just your kinky fetish.

It's not a kinky fetish. I don't have as many kinky fetishes as you think! It's just the drugs talking.

Sure it is.

[Charlie is just going to press a few slow, open mouthed kisses along his collarbone because he can.

There is a very definite rattling at the door now, but luckily the garbage bin is doing it's job.]

Dude, get your fucking dick out of his mouth, I need to piss!

[They have only the classiest friends.]

[Now this just strikes him as funny, but he finally slides off the counter.]

Okay, okay, let's take pity on them and get out of here.

They're just fucking jealous, man.

[But he is doing up his pants with a grin and heading for the door.]

[He follows, grinning like an idiot the whole way.]

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

I'm serious, man. They're just wishing they had your sweet ass on lock.

[He gives Meyer's ass a little swat on the way out for good measure. The friend of theirs waiting at the door just rolls his eyes.]

No, I assure you, they really, really don't wish that.

[He rolls his eyes right back at their friend, though. Because c'mon, rude, he does have a sweet ass.]

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