And If It All Begins, R, Charlie/Josh
Title: And If It All Begins
Paring/s: Charlie/Josh
Genre: Fluffy ...stuff.
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Summary: Charlie's insulted after Josh well, set out to insult him. So Josh clearly has to make it right again.
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So in that world, would we have Charlie or not?
How-how old - are you over thirty? How old are you?
32.
So we wouldn’t be - we wouldn’t have Charlie.
No we wouldn’t have Charlie.
It doesn’t seem like that big a catch to me.
---
Josh know he’s in trouble after that segment, especially considering how touchy Charlie is about his age, especially comparatively to Josh. Josh doesn’t really care, Charlie acts as though he’s twelve and so does Josh, so you know, whatever. He could be fifty and Josh wouldn’t care.
Unless he was like, really old. And wrinkly. And had started growing his curls again (it had taken Josh months to convince Charlie to cut them). He makes a face, but doesn’t let it bother him.
Not even Charlie’s reaction of sullen silence is enough to taint Josh’s mood. They curl up silently in bed together, Charlie firmly facing the other way from where he would normally be wrapped so tightly around Josh it was often a trial for them to separate. Josh turns over, one pale hand sliding across Charlie’s side, who goes rigid at the touch.
“I’m sorry,” He whispers to Charlie’s neck, placing conciliatory kisses along the few vertebrae within reach of his mouth, “you know I’m only joking.”
Charlie softens a little at the apology but he doesn’t turn over. Josh isn’t surprised, he’s learnt a lot about Charlie’s moods over the last few months, and this one, while a rare occurrence, just needs to be handled in the right way.
Generally with pancakes, maple syrup, and sticky maple syrup kisses that turn into generally sticky lovemaking on the floor.
Josh has never complained about this before, but on Charlie’s birthday eve, them being at odds with each other is off-putting.
While he’s busy thinking through his plan, he listens carefully as Charlie’s breath begins to even out, becoming more steady and slow until he’s snoring softly. Josh smiles faintly, and presses a kiss to the back of Charlie’s neck once more before rolling out of bed.
Time to put that plan into action, he thinks, as he carefully finds his way out of the room and in to the kitchen. It doesn’t take him long to gather every necessary thing before making his way back to the bedroom.
He navigates by feel, setting down objects at random intervals until he’s left holding two separate things in his hands. There’s a brief moment of worry as a dim light flares in the dark room, but Charlie merely snuffles and curls further into a ball.
It’s ready in less than ten minutes, and Josh sucks in a breath, feeling more nervous as anticipation crawls its way along his nerves. He settles down on the bed, and presses a hand to Charlie’s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
“Charlie?” His voice is soft, but Charlie stirs anyway, alert to the sound of Josh’s voice.
“What, Josh?” comes the groggy reply as Charlie turns over to face him, cracking open an eye about a half a centimetre. “Why’re all the lights on?”
“I just, um, wanted to say sorry.” Josh starts, and holds out his hand. Charlie blinks, once, twice, before his eyes open and he focuses on what Josh is holding.
There’s a cupcake balanced in his hand, chocolate with an orange icing that Josh knows Charlie loves. There’s a small candle stuck through the middle, flame dancing merrily in time to the shadows flickering across the wall, thrown by the other candles ensconced in their holders.
“I don’t care how old you are, I’ve never cared how old you are. I just love you, and I wanted to help celebrate your birthday, even if you’re turning thirty-three and I’m a stupid fucker who made fun of you tonight when I shouldn’t have.” Josh can feel himself going pink and looks down before he forces his eyes back up to meet Charlie’s.
Charlie is regarding him curiously, eyes thoughtful as he looks from Josh’s face to the cupcake. Josh begins to squirm uncomfortably at the thorough dressing down Charlie’s eyes are giving him, but he grows hopeful when the corners of Charlie’s lips twitch up into a small smile.
“You idiot,” Charlie says fondly, and plucks the cupcake out of Josh’s hand. “Did you really make these for me?”
Josh nods, but is still unsure, so doesn’t venture anything further.
Charlie looks down at the cupcake with a sort of silent reverence, before his eyes flick over to the candles in the rest of the room. Josh watches as Charlie’s lips purse over the candle in the cupcake before he blows it out and sets it on the bedside table, and crooks a finger at Josh.
“Come here.” Is all he says, and Josh doesn’t need telling twice. He crawls into Charlie’s arms, meeting Charlie’s mouth halfway through, all tenderness and softness.
While Josh’s kisses are light and fluttery, trying to convey apology, Charlie’s hand comes up to grasp his chin and hold him still, pressing his mouth down even harder. Josh figures he’s forgiven when Charlie’s tongue flickers against his mouth and Josh opens gratefully.
It could be years, minutes, seconds, nanoseconds, but Josh is lost for the time, until Charlie eventually pulls away, both panting lightly and both smiling shyly at each other.
“You’re an idiot,” Charlie repeats, and presses his mouth against Josh’s in a chaste kiss.
“You think so?” Josh replies, lips brushing against Charlie’s as he speaks.
“Oh yes, the biggest one ever,” Charlie says softly, but there’s no accusation in his tone, “but you’re my idiot. And no one else can have you.”
Josh smiles brightly in response, and presses his mouth against Charlie’s again.
A while later when Charlie’s pressed on top of him, sliding into him with a soft moan of appreciation, Josh finds his voice again, if only for a moment.
“Happy birthday, you know, and whatever.”
Charlie presses all the way in, and Josh screws his eyes shut on a gasp.
“Best birthday present. Ever.” Charlie bites out, before biting down on Josh’s collarbone.
Josh would have to agree. When he regains the ability to think coherently, mind you.
Paring/s: Charlie/Josh
Genre: Fluffy ...stuff.
Rating: R
Warnings: None.
Summary: Charlie's insulted after Josh well, set out to insult him. So Josh clearly has to make it right again.
--
So in that world, would we have Charlie or not?
How-how old - are you over thirty? How old are you?
32.
So we wouldn’t be - we wouldn’t have Charlie.
No we wouldn’t have Charlie.
It doesn’t seem like that big a catch to me.
---
Josh know he’s in trouble after that segment, especially considering how touchy Charlie is about his age, especially comparatively to Josh. Josh doesn’t really care, Charlie acts as though he’s twelve and so does Josh, so you know, whatever. He could be fifty and Josh wouldn’t care.
Unless he was like, really old. And wrinkly. And had started growing his curls again (it had taken Josh months to convince Charlie to cut them). He makes a face, but doesn’t let it bother him.
Not even Charlie’s reaction of sullen silence is enough to taint Josh’s mood. They curl up silently in bed together, Charlie firmly facing the other way from where he would normally be wrapped so tightly around Josh it was often a trial for them to separate. Josh turns over, one pale hand sliding across Charlie’s side, who goes rigid at the touch.
“I’m sorry,” He whispers to Charlie’s neck, placing conciliatory kisses along the few vertebrae within reach of his mouth, “you know I’m only joking.”
Charlie softens a little at the apology but he doesn’t turn over. Josh isn’t surprised, he’s learnt a lot about Charlie’s moods over the last few months, and this one, while a rare occurrence, just needs to be handled in the right way.
Generally with pancakes, maple syrup, and sticky maple syrup kisses that turn into generally sticky lovemaking on the floor.
Josh has never complained about this before, but on Charlie’s birthday eve, them being at odds with each other is off-putting.
While he’s busy thinking through his plan, he listens carefully as Charlie’s breath begins to even out, becoming more steady and slow until he’s snoring softly. Josh smiles faintly, and presses a kiss to the back of Charlie’s neck once more before rolling out of bed.
Time to put that plan into action, he thinks, as he carefully finds his way out of the room and in to the kitchen. It doesn’t take him long to gather every necessary thing before making his way back to the bedroom.
He navigates by feel, setting down objects at random intervals until he’s left holding two separate things in his hands. There’s a brief moment of worry as a dim light flares in the dark room, but Charlie merely snuffles and curls further into a ball.
It’s ready in less than ten minutes, and Josh sucks in a breath, feeling more nervous as anticipation crawls its way along his nerves. He settles down on the bed, and presses a hand to Charlie’s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
“Charlie?” His voice is soft, but Charlie stirs anyway, alert to the sound of Josh’s voice.
“What, Josh?” comes the groggy reply as Charlie turns over to face him, cracking open an eye about a half a centimetre. “Why’re all the lights on?”
“I just, um, wanted to say sorry.” Josh starts, and holds out his hand. Charlie blinks, once, twice, before his eyes open and he focuses on what Josh is holding.
There’s a cupcake balanced in his hand, chocolate with an orange icing that Josh knows Charlie loves. There’s a small candle stuck through the middle, flame dancing merrily in time to the shadows flickering across the wall, thrown by the other candles ensconced in their holders.
“I don’t care how old you are, I’ve never cared how old you are. I just love you, and I wanted to help celebrate your birthday, even if you’re turning thirty-three and I’m a stupid fucker who made fun of you tonight when I shouldn’t have.” Josh can feel himself going pink and looks down before he forces his eyes back up to meet Charlie’s.
Charlie is regarding him curiously, eyes thoughtful as he looks from Josh’s face to the cupcake. Josh begins to squirm uncomfortably at the thorough dressing down Charlie’s eyes are giving him, but he grows hopeful when the corners of Charlie’s lips twitch up into a small smile.
“You idiot,” Charlie says fondly, and plucks the cupcake out of Josh’s hand. “Did you really make these for me?”
Josh nods, but is still unsure, so doesn’t venture anything further.
Charlie looks down at the cupcake with a sort of silent reverence, before his eyes flick over to the candles in the rest of the room. Josh watches as Charlie’s lips purse over the candle in the cupcake before he blows it out and sets it on the bedside table, and crooks a finger at Josh.
“Come here.” Is all he says, and Josh doesn’t need telling twice. He crawls into Charlie’s arms, meeting Charlie’s mouth halfway through, all tenderness and softness.
While Josh’s kisses are light and fluttery, trying to convey apology, Charlie’s hand comes up to grasp his chin and hold him still, pressing his mouth down even harder. Josh figures he’s forgiven when Charlie’s tongue flickers against his mouth and Josh opens gratefully.
It could be years, minutes, seconds, nanoseconds, but Josh is lost for the time, until Charlie eventually pulls away, both panting lightly and both smiling shyly at each other.
“You’re an idiot,” Charlie repeats, and presses his mouth against Josh’s in a chaste kiss.
“You think so?” Josh replies, lips brushing against Charlie’s as he speaks.
“Oh yes, the biggest one ever,” Charlie says softly, but there’s no accusation in his tone, “but you’re my idiot. And no one else can have you.”
Josh smiles brightly in response, and presses his mouth against Charlie’s again.
A while later when Charlie’s pressed on top of him, sliding into him with a soft moan of appreciation, Josh finds his voice again, if only for a moment.
“Happy birthday, you know, and whatever.”
Charlie presses all the way in, and Josh screws his eyes shut on a gasp.
“Best birthday present. Ever.” Charlie bites out, before biting down on Josh’s collarbone.
Josh would have to agree. When he regains the ability to think coherently, mind you.