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"You should," Edmund said, following after Charlie. This time when he pushed him it was back onto the bed, Edmund leaning over him, braced up by his arms. His knees hit the edge of the bed between Charlie's thighs, but he didn't climb up just yet.

"You going to make me listen to your African drums now?"Lying flat on his back, Charlie looks up at

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It would have made Edmund's head spin if he stopped to think how quickly they'd gone from arguing to this, just the look in Charlie's eye and the brush of his leg making Edmund want to kiss him and much more.

It would have if he'd stopped to think about it, but he didn't and instead bent his arms like a push-up, bringing him closer to Charlie but still not touching.

"Do you want to get your eye-pod?"

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He realises that he's holding his breath, with Ed's body that close to him, and he lets it out slowly, bringing his leg up until his heel's resting on the bed which presses his thigh firmly against the other boy's body.

"You know?" he murmurs, eyebrows raised, "right now? I kind of don't."

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"Maybe later then," Ed suggested, pulling himself fully onto the bed. He didn't let any more of his body touch Charlie's than was necessary, and his thigh, which Edmund ran a hand up now, along the outside, over his knee and slowly down the inside, his thumb tracing the seam of Charlie's jeans. Back and forth, but never quite touching. "When you're less distracted."

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Charlie can see what sort of game's being played here and he doesn't rise to it, his hips perfectly still against the blanket, his eyes fixed on Edmund's face. His breath came in a soft sigh.

"I promise I'll concentrate later."