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[teenagerenegade]

It's been a couple of days, a strange fucking couple of days. They've got back to sharing a bed, curled together in the middle of the big mattress, but Charlie's been wearing t-shirts and baggy pants to bed and he's found himself shying away after the briefest of kisses. That strange, tight, nervous feeling in his stomach still hasn't gone. He

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[giftless]

In maybe any other set of circumstances, Edmund would not have minded Charlie's shyness. Edmund had not lived the life Charlie had in the world Charlie had. He had never owned any porn and had never kissed any girls, and had never thought there to be anything particularly wrong with that. If Charlie hadn't made the first moves, Edmund would have been perfectly happy to be right here, this many months into their relationship, and never have shared anything more than kisses

[teenagerenegade]

His breath catches a little at the touch of Edmund's hand. Just because he's been nervous, doesn't mean that he's stopped wanting and he swallows hard and then he manages to get his eyes open.

"Not really," he says, and swallows again.

[giftless]

"You sure?" Slowly, very carefully, Edmund let his hand slide to the small of Charlie's back and then dip under his shirt. It was the simplest thing, his fingertips skimming across warm skin, but it made his heart leap into his throat in hope. "Wouldn't want to keep you up if you're really tired."

[teenagerenegade]

He bites his lip, and it's fucking ridiculous that he can feel like a fucking virgin, after all the things that he's done and had done to him, but there he is. He gives Edmund a breathless little smile.

"I'm really not tired, Ed."