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[teenagerenegade]

It's been a really long time since he woke up alone. He likes it this way; he likes knowing exactly where Edmund is. In his sleep, he rolls closer, drapes his arm across Edmund and draws him in. One hand slips under the hem of Ed's shirt and presses against his belly, fingertips just starting to sneak under the waistband of his shorts. Charlie presses as close as he can against Edmund's back.

Everything's right with the world.