I won't be finishing this. *waves*

It hadn't been that hard. A "chance" meeting was easy enough to arrange, given that Chas had eyes in just about every occult bookshop in Los Angeles, and all of the ones available to Charlie. It was sneaky and underhanded, sure, but Chas had faith it was for a good cause. He'd suggested John Dee as a good starting point, being the original ( Read more... )

"Your plate's kinda full, though, isn't it? I know Milo's books don't take up much of your time, but you've got your own research, and now the FBI..." Charlie's eyes slid to the side; he really had no poker face at all. "You didn't tell your dad about the whole helping-Don-with-a-case thing, did you?"
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Chas nodded slowly, understanding. "Yeah, you're right. I just thought maybe, you know? 'Cause you miss him ( Read more... )

Chas finally caught up with Charlie early in the evening. He sounded okay on the phone, a little tired maybe, but nothing some good pad Thai couldn't fix. Chas parked his cab behind the club and went up the back stairs, balancing the steaming cartons in one arm so he could knock on Charlie's door.
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Charlie sat cross legged between his bed and the refrigerator, his back against the wall, and listened to the echoing ring of the phone against his ear.
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Chas would never have pegged himself as a guy who had a thing for hands, but Charlie's were exceptional. Strong fingers, square palms, he bit his nails but that barely even registered when you saw what those hands could do. Chas remembered the first time he had watched Charlie cover a page with numbers and symbols maybe a little less arcane than ( Read more... )

"That you do." Charlie ran one hand up his back, palm warm and strong against Chas's spine and Chas shifted helpfully -- hopefully -- to lay flat on his stomach again. Charlie draped himself across his back briefly, nosed at the nape of his neck and murmured, "Is that a hint ( Read more... )

"D'you ever sleep?" Chas had woken face down with an arm full of pillow instead of an arm full of Charlie, and hey, that tended to make him a little cranky.
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Charlie felt Chas draw in a breath, and just knew like an itch between his eyes that Chas was about to ask him something Charlie didn't feel like talking about yet. He tilted his head until he could mouth against Chas's cheek, "Dancing now," and felt the answering puff of a chuckle wash down his face. He'd just begun to sweat, he realized, beads of ( Read more... )