“More,” Charlie says, writhing, wanting more of everything, more of Don’s touch, of Don himself. “Be here with me,” he says.
Sometimes I think I love you ;) That's exactly how I feel about Don and Charlie. Don tries to be so controlled and Charlie just... God he wants. Wants Don to lose enough control to really let him in, wants Don to share everything with him. Greedy and needy and wanting, that's our Charlie.
“Jesus, Charlie –” Don sounds lost again and Charlie hates that, hates the fact that he’s the one who can make Don doubt himself so much. He feels Don’s wordless guilt surround him like a blanket, suffocating him.
Aw. That imagery is wonderful, by the way.
“There’s no one else.” Don’s voice is far too quiet.
Charlie moves back a little, feeling a little angry. Don shouldn’t lie to him.
“But, Don… obviously you –“
“God, Charlie,” Don says harshly, makes Charlie put his head back down against Don’s shoulder so Charlie can’t see his eyes. “How can you think that anyone else could be like --” He breaks off, shaking his head.
“Like what?”
“You.”
Oh. And maybe that should have been obvious.
I love that too. It's very powerful.
Don sounds resigned and maybe a little hopeless, but Charlie decides to let Don give him what he wants. He just needs to make sure Don doesn’t regret it.
God, poor Don. Tell me you'll explore it more? Please?
Part 2
“More,” Charlie says, writhing, wanting more of everything, more of Don’s touch, of Don himself. “Be here with me,” he says.
Sometimes I think I love you ;) That's exactly how I feel about Don and Charlie. Don tries to be so controlled and Charlie just... God he wants. Wants Don to lose enough control to really let him in, wants Don to share everything with him. Greedy and needy and wanting, that's our Charlie.
“Jesus, Charlie –” Don sounds lost again and Charlie hates that, hates the fact that he’s the one who can make Don doubt himself so much. He feels Don’s wordless guilt surround him like a blanket, suffocating him.
Aw. That imagery is wonderful, by the way.
“There’s no one else.” Don’s voice is far too quiet.
Charlie moves back a little, feeling a little angry. Don shouldn’t lie to him.
“But, Don… obviously you –“
“God, Charlie,” Don says harshly, makes Charlie put his head back down against Don’s shoulder so Charlie can’t see his eyes. “How can you think that anyone else could be like --” He breaks off, shaking his head.
“Like what?”
“You.”
Oh. And maybe that should have been obvious.
I love that too. It's very powerful.
Don sounds resigned and maybe a little hopeless, but Charlie decides to let Don give him what he wants. He just needs to make sure Don doesn’t regret it.
God, poor Don. Tell me you'll explore it more? Please?
*hugs*