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[the_second_noel]

[ He is... grateful for the care John's taking. But also, shamefaced. ]

Talk to me. I'm big and ugly enough to take it.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He can see that. Which makes his first words easy enough. ]

You don't have to push so hard. Even if it hurt... the way you fight to love me- it takes away the sting.

[the_second_noel]

[ Okay pal, he was just ready for the voice, you didn't have to murder him with words.

Charlie's heart is touched by that; it -- to echo John's words earlier -- makes him feel warm, there. He's also shifting to look John in the face, to work out exactly how he's intended to parse that statement. Love can mean something between friends, yeah, but it's a big word to use when they're wrapped together like this.

He doesn't want to give John the wrong impression, doesn't want to lead him on and hurt him later. There's attraction, yes, and friendship, yes, but Charlie's not falling for anyone. He only likes John, and is always happy to see him, and is charmed by his enthusiasm, and admires his many talents, and likes to tell him new things and see his eyes light up about it, and can't look away when he smiles, and stands in awe of everything he's survived through and everything he chooses to make himself now, and wants him to be happy, and wants to do right by him, and wants to spend time with him, and...



Oh. Oh, fuck.

We hope John is enjoying one of the very rare occasions when he gets to watch Charlie go on a face journey! ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ ...this would be so much more romantic if John had any fucking clue what's happening.

He's assuming a panic attack.

So.

Back to silent again.

Charlie's getting a soft little nudge and a tentative kiss to the cheek.]

[the_second_noel]

[ Oh this is a problem waiting to happen and Charlie is going to throw it in a bucket and examine it never later never at some point that isn't now. ]

Huh.

[ ...fuck him, he doesn't have to examine it in order to turn his head and carefully kiss John's mouth. Those can be two different things. And the guy with the whistle can rattle Charlie's guts and shout about long cons all he likes, but he's being... ignored is a strong word, but he's deliberately not being actively listened to. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John's hand is going to slide up into Charlie's hair to deepen the kiss as soon as that happens. Sorry, can't resist more.]

[the_second_noel]

[ Charlie responds in kind. He can think of few more enjoyable distractions. He kisses slower than before, indulgent rather than urgent, and traces the rounded shapes of John's chest and shoulders with his fingers.

Look, it's not as if making out with John is going to be any more dangerously foolish the second time around, right? ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ That is...definitely a low rumble of satisfaction from the touching. Definitely a fan of that.
And the kissing. ]

[the_second_noel]

[ John will feel Charlie smirking against his mouth. He enjoys getting signs that John likes what he's doing, okay. And that's...

Well, for obvious reasons, that's different enough from any noises the King ever made.

His fingers keep moving lightly: they map the muscles of John's upper back, then find the valley of his spine and follow it down, in no particular hurry to do more than enjoy the journey. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ He will notice the rumble goes up and down, follows the way his fingers move, practically like a purr. He'll feel that smirk and he'll get kissed a little more insistently because you're an asshole, sir, of course he likes your hands. How many times does he have to say it? ]

[the_second_noel]

[ Until Charlie gets tired of hearing it! And so he'll be saying it until the end of time.

Fascinated by the eldritch purr, Charlie brings one hand to John's cheek and runs it through his beard, down through the thinner hair under his chin, and further down his throat. His thumb ghosts back and forth over the prominent crown marking on the way, though that's mostly a subconscious thought. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John does not pause in that purr but he might break the kiss to nuzzle against Charlie's jaw and start kissing there as well. ]

[the_second_noel]

[ Charlie sighs happily at that and tilts his head a little to give John easier access, looking down at the expanse of him through half-closed eyes. He moves one hand again over the hill of John's adam's apple and down into the smooth nook between his throat and collarbone; the other hand, the one that's wandering, slips around John's absurdly beautiful waist to touch the small of his absurdly beautiful back. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ John just... unwinds under his hands, kissing him as an afterthought as he facilitates as much of Charlie exploring him as Charlie is wont to do. He could sit here forever and just be touched, with love, with delight, with whatever Charlie is feeling because his touch is good.

It's a good thing he can't read the narration, though, because he'd point out that Charlie might be a little biased. ]

[the_second_noel]

[ They go on like this for a while, as gradually Charlie settles back into himself. He's glad for it. He's glad they're doing this instead of letting his embarrassing outburst sour the end of John's visit. He's glad he gets to take his time now; the scenery looks different in quiet appreciation than in impatient lust, though it's just as lovely in both. He's glad he gets to touch John like this at all. He refuses to wonder whether or not he'll get the chance again.

Presently he tilts John, gently, onto his back on the bed, the better to pepper him with soft, exploratory kisses all over his throat and upper arms and chest, mouthing at him here and there, seeking idly for places he likes to be touched the best. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ His favorite spots are the ones he's touching, when he's touching them. It's like being asked for his favorite spoonful of ice cream. They're all delicious, and he's melting into the bed in warm bliss as Charlie goes about his exploration. ]

...you can do this... any time you want.

[the_second_noel]

[ Oh he loves hearing how relaxed and blissed John has gotten. ]

You quite enjoyin' yourself down there? [ Hey John, you like his shit-eating grins, right? ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ He lifts one hand just to gently cup his cheek. ]

At least as much as you're enjoying yourself.

[the_second_noel]

[ His grin gets tender, though his tone stays just as smug-cat-satisfied. ]

Hey, ain't every day I get a Greek goddamn statue in my bed. [ Did John know that his mouth is also in kissing distance? Because it is and it's getting kissed. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ Kisses make the rumble hold just a little bit of longing, a soft sound of want. But that's all it is, and John doesn't hold him there. ]

I'm definitely not Greek.

[the_second_noel]

Ah, you're right, you wouldn't fit into onea those little fig leaves.

[ Charlie is lying across John's chest at a diagonal, the better to languidly move himself between exploration and kisses. He casts a significant look over his shoulder to further down John's body when he says that.

Enough time has passed that he's starting to feel the prickles of returning interest. He starts paying more attention to them when he hears the wanting note in John's kiss. Is it a good idea to do so? Absolutely not. But fuck, that was incredible, and he actually felt human for a bit, even if it all came crashing back in with interest afterwards. Would he do it again? He doesn't know how to answer--

He would. Goddamnit, he would in a heartbeat. ]

[greatoldjohn]

Fig leaf?

[ And yes, he's going to glance where Charlie glanced before turning to look at Charlie in delighted bafflement.]

What did they do with fig leaves?

[the_second_noel]

[ God, someday he's got to figure out how John turned bafflement into a method of seduction. Charlie deadpans his answer, though there's a gleam in his eye and another smirk pulling at his mouth. ]

Stuck 'em on the statues, so folks wouldn't see their maypoles sticking out and get all hot and bothered.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He's very seriously considering this. ]

By maypole, you mean... penis, yes?

[ Though even with all that going on, Charlie's smirk and that gleam in his eyes has definitely made a certain maypole start reacting in interest. John will answer how he turned bafflement into a method of seduction as soon as Charlie tells him how his smiles and grins and smirks do the same. ]

[the_second_noel]

[ That surprises Charlie into a short, but bright, laugh. ]

Yeah, kid, I'm talkin' about penises. [ For purely illustrative purposes, one of his hands is now drifting over the abdominal muscles that were clenching so well for him earlier. ]