[ He figured Neil would pull away again, keep talking, keep questioning. All Charlie wants is for them to stay in this perfect moment, shrouded from the rest of the school, kissing until darkness falls around them.
But it's an important question.
Charlie drapes his arms over Neil's bony shoulders, clasps his hands loosely behind him so he's trapped in their loop. Looks at him in the eye for a moment, his own expression unreadable. He wants to remember this: How Neil looked when he was allowing himself to want something, to have something; to want Charlie, to have Charlie. ]
Yeah. Just between you and me.
[ It's serious, significant. This moment and any others like it are for no one but them.
Then he breaks that somber air with grin, eyebrows rising. ]
You really think I wanna deal with the rest of them knowing? They'd never shut up about it. It's hard enough to keep 'em in line.
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But it's an important question.
Charlie drapes his arms over Neil's bony shoulders, clasps his hands loosely behind him so he's trapped in their loop. Looks at him in the eye for a moment, his own expression unreadable. He wants to remember this: How Neil looked when he was allowing himself to want something, to have something; to want Charlie, to have Charlie. ]
Yeah. Just between you and me.
[ It's serious, significant. This moment and any others like it are for no one but them.
Then he breaks that somber air with grin, eyebrows rising. ]
You really think I wanna deal with the rest of them knowing? They'd never shut up about it. It's hard enough to keep 'em in line.