cape_kore | 001 | Charlie Luciano

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001 | Charlie Luciano | Voice

[Hello Cape Kore, were you feeling a lack of New Yorkers you needed to fill? Another very strong accent comes over the device, deeper this time and much angrier.

Do to the automated response from his wrist... whatever, Charlie has come to the conclusion that it's some kind of direct line to his kidnappers. So please do excuse him for making rather a colourful first impression.]

I don't know who you thinks you are, you sick fucks, but whatever they're paying you ain't gonna be worth jack shit when I gets my hands on you, you hear?

And what kind of idiot you gotta be to dump someone and not fucking search 'em first?

Hey! [Charlie's voice becomes a little more indistinct as he moves his wrist to flag down a passing stranger.]

What to I gotta do to get a fucking car around here?

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[The view is entirely for your benefit, Meyer.

He climbs in, hissing a little as he's made the water just a little too hot. But his body settles soon enough. He's left room for you behind him, Meyer, nudge nudge wink wink.]

[He's tentatively dipping one toe into the water, not wanting to scald himself and make this day even worse -- although, of course, the day had markedly improved once Charlie had shown up. Finally deciding that the water's fine, he gets in, fitting nicely into the space Charlie left for him. He can't say sharing the bathtub with Charlie is unpleasant, really, even if it's not something they've done before.]

[The bathtub back at their run-down townhouse can barely fit one of them, lot along both. Charlie still has to bend his knees to fit in, but the slope of the back makes it perfect to lay his head on Meyer's chest, his hair probably brushing right under his nose. His body is solid and familiar and exactly the reminder he needed after a day like today.

No matter what they're thrown into, having Meyer be here and real and solid makes it seem a little less to overcome.]

[It would be hard to describe Meyer as sentimental in general, but maybe he's feeling a little sentimental right now -- sentimental enough to stroke Charlie's hair for a minute, at least. Charlie's hair has always been hard to resist touching, after all. He'll never say he's glad Charlie's here; he doesn't say things like that, but it's obvious he is.]

[Why resort to a pesky thing like words when they both know each other well enough not to need them? He lets his eyes fall closed, humming a little under his breath at the feeling of Meyer's fingers against his scalp.

They don't do this very often - just lying together and touching without sex on the immediate horizon. Maybe they need to.]

[Besides, as eloquent he can be, saying something simple like "I'm glad you're here because I'd go crazy if you weren't" seems impossible. So he'll just stick to running his fingers through Charlie's hair, always finding it surprisingly calming to play with his curls.]

[It's surprisingly calming to have them played with. He gropes for Meyer's hand under the water, bringing it up to rest with his against the edge of the tub. Under regular circumstances he might be inclined to start initiating something more. After all, his body isn't disinterested given the way he can feel Meyer pressing up behind him. But for now they both have some thinking to do.]

[Thinking is one thing he's good at. They're going to have to deal with being stuck here somehow. It's what the next step should be that's eluding him. He lets his hand rest with Charlie's as his other hand continues to stroke his hair. He's not sure what to do, and that concerns him. There's always been an answer to find somewhere, for any given problem, but this time, he's not sure there is.]

I can hear you worrying back there.

[He'll flick some water in Meyer's face and see if that stops him.]

[He'd argue that Charlie couldn't actually hear him worrying, but the eerie thing is that Charlie seems to have an innate ability to know exactly when he starts worrying, so he can't deny it.]

Aren't you worried?

I ain't worried right now.

[Unlike some people, Charlie is very good at compartmentalizing. If he doesn't want to think about something, he won't. It has its advantages and disadvantages. And right now all he cares to think about is how much he likes this tub and how much use they're going to get out of it. So he reaches back to grab around the Meyer's head and pull him in for a kiss.]

You should--

[If there's one thing Charlie's good at, it's shutting him up. Which is probably good -- he can talk himself in circles getting worried about things and trying to work them out, and he'd rather kiss Charlie, anyway.]

[It's an awkward angle, but he's never let that stop him. Anyway, shifting up a little makes it all the easier to rock into Meyer's cock, just testing the waters, as it were.]

[Isn't there something else they should be concentrating on? Like figuring out how to survive around here? On the other hand, it's Charlie, and it's damned hard to resist Charlie, even when he really should. Of course he's kissing back, hand still in Charlie's hair.]

[Maybe he could turn over, but he likes how the are now, getting to feel the rise and fall of Meyers chest behind him, and the increasing interest of something lower down. He grins a little into the kiss then lets his hand wander down to investigate, only gripping him lightly for now.]

[He lifts his hips a little to give Charlie more access to really touching him, and he doesn't mind that Charlie isn't turning over; the feeling of having Charlie pressed closely against him is just what he needs right now. Breaking the kiss, he bends his head a little to bite at Charlie's shoulder.]

[He keeps thinking just how easy it would be to just lift his hips up and sink down on him, but he'd rather draw it out longer if he can. He keeps kissing ever part of Meyer he can reach - and ear, the corner of his jaw, his lips again - hand roaming down his thigh and up again.]

[The parts of Charlie he can reach are being bitten rather than kissed, maybe because he's frustrated and subconsciously expressing it in that way, maybe because he feels like being able to bite and nibble on Charlie's shoulder, his neck, his ear, means that he's actually here and not just going to disappear. There's probably some psychological reason for it, but he doesn't think of it that way -- sorry if he leaves slight bite marks, Charlie, it was unintentional. Mostly.]

[Just leave it below the collar line, okay. Meyer's always been a bit bitey and he stopped objecting to it ages ago. Charlie just gets his own back by sucking on the inside of Meyer's wrist.]

[Of course he'll keep it below the collar line -- he's always been the soul of discretion. And being a bit bitey doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it in return, especially on sensitive spots like his wrist. He shivers slightly at the feel of Charlie's teeth, then goes for another kiss, this one a little harder, a little wilder.]

[He can't help but grin at his own success. Someone isn't worrying so much any more. His hand is hooked hard behind Meyer's head as he scrambles upwards a bit, looking for the perfect angle. He finds it and rocks down once, just to feel Meyer's cock brush against his ass.]

[Charlie, you're almost unfairly good at being distracting. He shifts positions a little, just to get more comfortable, to really press up against Charlie. He suddenly feels awfully warm, and it's probably not just the hot water in the bathtub. Sometimes Meyer hates how easy it is for Charlie to make him blush, whether it's through embarrassment or arousal -- but this time, given just how hard he is pressed against Charlie, it's obviously arousal.]

[Don't lie to him, Meyer, you're into it. He finds Meyer's hand again, this time coaxing him to wrap it around his own length, nipping him under the jawline in encouragement.]

[Of course he's into it, and since that was where his hand was going to end up anyway, he's more than happy to let Charlie move it there. His grip is firm as he begins to move his hand, not at all teasing as it normally is.]

[The strength in his grip surprises him, but in a very very good way. He moans, rocking into his hands a few times before he reaches behind him to reciprocate. His hips are moving of their own accord as he thrusts into the circle of Meyer's hand, head thrown back on his shoulder.]

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