Whatcha Doin' After This? [Sol]

Sol couldn't help but laugh against Charlie's lips as he was essentially bundled into a burrito, wiggling in his arms until he managed to pop his head out to grin at him, "Asshole." He chuckled and shifted the blanket to tuck it around them both, "much better." He murmured, resting his head under his neck.

He let out a loud choked snort at Charlie's exclamation, "you're such a fucking loser, Charlie." He grinned, "an awful embarrassing loser." He scooted closer with a half lidded smile and took his cheeks, giving him a much longer, deeper kiss, "don't ever change." He pulled back to press his forehead to his, grinning, "I'll show you everything." He narrowed his eyes a little, "and maybe you can show me a thing or two sometime too." He purred the words softly, mumbling them with flushed cheeks against his neck.

"Good. Cause you make me really fucking happy." He slipped off to lay beside him, draping an arm over his chest and hooking a leg around one of his, smiling, "you don't even have to try." He mumbled this with a sleepy slur, "just fuckin' pro at it."

Charlie laughed when Sol called him an asshole, laughed harder as the comments continued, all obviously in good fun.

"Hey, you're the one that brought me home. Somethin' 'bout me being fuckin' charming and shit?" He grinned.

As Sol continued he waggled his brows suggestively up at him. "Oh? And what other kind of stuff do you wanna know?" He asked with a grin. "Seriously though...you wanna do things...or try things...hey, just ask." he grew a little more serious for a moment. He knew Sol didn't have a lot of experience, there was a lot of things he hadn't done, Charlie was really aware of this and wanted to make all of these first experiences for Sol as positive as he could, and at the same time didn't want Sol to feel embarrassed that he didn't have as much experience to draw on, or embarrassed to ask for the things he thought he might like. He knew it was a topic people could get weird about, he wanted to try to make it as not-weird as he possibly could.

"And hey...you're not half bad yourself." He curled up closer, nuzzling against Sol comfortably.

Sol grinned and stuck his tongue out at him, "Somethin' like that." He laughed and shook his head, stuffing his face into his chest, "I haven't laughed like this in such a long time. It's nice!" He looked up at him with a smile.

When his tone became more serious, Sol's expression became even more bashful and he chuckled, keeping his face hidden in the man's chest, "when I figure it out myself, I'll let you know..." He looked up at him and chuckled softly, "'cause like...I don't know a fucking thing...I mean...I DO!" He blushed, "y'know I was a teenage boy too...But like with someone else?!" He laughed softly and shook his head, "I wouldn't even know where to start, or how to start..." It was mildly embarrassing, but Charlie made him feel less mortified about it.

He looked up at him with a warm smile at that, nerves melting away, "think so?" He chuckled softly, "I wont promise that I wont slip sometimes...I'm still learning to be a person again...But I'm glad I'm doing a good job so far."

"Okay, okay." He laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to be all embarrassed about it...I was there once too, everyone was...it's cool."

"But I mean...and you don't have to answer right now...but just think about it. You've probably like...seen movies or read books or whatever and had thoughts of, I think I might like that, right? Thought there were things you might like to try. Even if you think it might be kinda weird stuff, like that's cool too, right? Trust me, it'd have to be really, really fuckin' weird for me to just look at you like you're crazy and go 'nah man, that's a hard line for me, we're not doin' that.'" He smiled again. "So I know easier said than done, right? But don't be afraid to ask. Or on the other hand too, don't be afraid to say 'I really *don't* want to do that' either...boundaries are healthy. Knowing what you do and don't like is good...and if you don't know yet...well, we'll try a bunch of stuff until you figure it out...that's part of the fun."

He hoped that would put him a little more at ease, it was a tricky conversation to have but he hoped Sol would grow a little more comfortable with it all as they went along and wouldn't feel too embarrassed about it in the process.

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It was a mild fright the next morning, waking up to another man in his bed, but when he realized who it was and why he was in his bed, he couldn't help a pleased, sleepy smile. He couldn't remember ever having such a relaxed sleep, or it had certainly been a very long while, but there was something secure and comforting about sleeping with someone's arms around you, and the thought made him scoot closer against the sleeping form beside him, pressing his nose to his neck to breath in his familiar scent, "Hmmm Charlieee..." He mumbled, "s'mornin'..." He would be content staying in bed all day, but he knew Charlie had been eager to get out and see the city also.

After a moment he reluctantly pulled himself from the bed, giving him a gentle nudge, then he chuckled and moved to straddle him, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss, "wakie wakie sleeping beauty."

Charlie was not a pretty sleeper, face half mashed into the pillow, hair tangled all around his face, drooling a little as he muttered something in his sleep. He seemed to somehow subconsiously register Sol's words, and greeted them with a mumbled "Five more minutes..." before rolling over and burying his face fully in the pillow.

The next nudge sent him back onto his back one eye blerily opening as Sol straddled him, kissing him fully awake. Both eyes blinked open and he grinned a little.

"Oh hey...mornin'..." He greeted him. "you're awake early..." A pause. "Is it early? Dun even fuckin' know..." He shrugged. "Well...either way...hi..." He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

He had to make a conscious effort not to bust out laughing at the sight of the man sleeping, he was beyond adorable and part of him felt guilty waking him up, "hmmm nah. No more minutes." He laughed softly, looking amused when he finally pulled him out of his slumber, "mornin' sleeping beauty." He gave him a still dozy grin, rolling back over beside him and draping an arm over his chest, "s'like...Uhh..." He took a second to roll and look at the clock on the bedside table, "noonish...So not early." He laughed, "but that's alright, s'been a while since I slept in."

He stuffed his face into his neck and chuckled softly, "you paint a lovely picture when you sleep, you know." He grinned up at him, "the drool is a nice touch." He really didn't want to move, but he also felt antsy and eager to start their day, "did you sleep alright?" He smiled up at him.

"Mmmm what?" Charlie blinked, dragging a hand across his mouth then making a disgusted sound as he pulled his hand back. "Aw man...I'm fuckin' gross...why do you put up with me?" He pulled himself into a half sitting up position, arm draped around Sol's back.

"Though yeah...I guess noon sounds like as good a getting up time as any...man I think I'm still on...fuckin' whatever other time zone that was time...but yeah, I was *out*, slept real good."

He leaned over to nuzzle his face against the top of Sol's head. "Gimme like...half an hour. Get a shower, look presentable...then we can go do whatever." He could tell Sol was eager to be up and around, getting their day together started. "Seem good?"

He snickered when Charlie pulled back a drool covered hand, narrowing his eyes, "you being fuckin' adorable helps. But yeah. Gross man." He laughed, running a hand through his hair, "nah it's cool, you knock out like a light that tends to happen." He smirked and looked to the side, "left a lovely drooly spot on my pillow you fuckin' heathen." His smile softened and he leaned in to kiss his forehead.

He laughed and flopped back against the bed, stretching out and making a loud pleased sound as he did, "isn't it? I'm not used to this!" He looked a little sheepish, "I've always been used to pulling all nighters for like...Days...Living off nothing but heavy espresso..." He chuckled, "could get used to functioning like a normal human..."

He nodded and laughed softly when he nuzzled into his hair, "sounds fair, I need a shower too anyway!" He looked up at him, "figure maybe we can hit up somewhere for breakfast?" He chuckled, "I've been gone a while so my fridge and cabinets aren't stocked yet!" They would have to go grocery shopping later, which seemed so much more exciting now that he was sharing the experience with someone else, someone amazing that he was falling harder for by the moment.

Even though his hand was dry Charlie made a show of wiping it off on Sol's back. "Yeah, I'm a fuckin' heathen...but you picked me..." he reminded him with a grin.

"Wait, what? Are you serious?" he reached around for the pillow and smacked Sol with it lightly, playfully. "None'a that fuckin' shit man...you sleep like a person and you eat food that isn't fuckin' coffee. Dork." He snorted.


"Alright. Alright...gettin' up..." He said, still not getting up for several more minutes, before finally dragging himself up and lightly grabbing Sol's arm to pull him along with. "Okay. I'm up..." He ran a hand through his hair again, yawning widely. "I'm up. Shower...then breakfast..." He nodded. "We can get food...then we can cook...you cook? I can kinda...not great...but it's edible..." He said, heading for the bathroom.

Solomon wrinkled his nose in a playful look of disgust, "Nasty bitch. Why'd I pick the nasty dog." He grinned and narrowed his eyes, "oh right, because I love nasty dogs." He Chuckled and gave him a big sloppy lick over his cheek before rolling away in a fit of mischievous snickers, "there's some more drool for you!" He peeked at him from under the covers where he'd taken cover.

When the pillow puffed against his face he swatted at Charlie lazily, "rude. So rude. I'm calling the police." He laughed and rolled back over closer, "nah...Nevermind...Only I get to handcuff you." He waggled his brows at him with a grin.

He was eager to get up, but was glad that Charlie lingered for a few more minutes, until he tugged his arm, "okaaay I guess I'll get up too." He chuckled and rolled out of bed after him, stretching again now that he was on his feet and yawning when Charlie did, "I can cook...Kinda...I mean I can read directions on a box!" He laughed, "maybe if we work together we can make meals happen." He stretched again, "but this morning I'm feelin' lazy as fuck. So we can go out. There's this awesome pancake house down the street that you HAVE to try."

Charlie bared his teeth and growled playfully at Sol. "I am fuckin' nasty...you're gonna have to teach me a lesson, otherwise I'll never fuckin' learn." He quirked his brows back at him.

It was great fun to watch Sol's personality come more and more alive even over the short time they'd spent together, and honestly he couldn't wait to see what sorts of things he came up with next, and where it took them, in all the things they did. He was getting more and more of the sense that there was this wildly creative, sarcastic, open-minded guy buried under those insecurities, and it was going to be a hell of a good time getting him out.

"Well yeah...we're not cooking right now...but figure we can look up recipes online and junk too when we get to it...later."

He headed into the bathroom, turning on the water, still a bit lazy as he worked his way through the process of starting his morning.

His cheeks flushed at the man's words and he watched him turn to head for the shower, hesitating only a moment before sliding off the bed to give him a firm slap across his rear, "I will teach you a lesson, pup. Just you wait." He narrowed his eyes, before whistling innocently as he went to pick out his own clothes for the day, musing over whether he wanted to fight a tie before laughing and calling to the man in the shower, "Charlie before we head out you gotta help me with this fuckin' tie!" He snickered, "Might strangle myself with it!" He was thinking back to the first night they'd met at the hotel, it still made him laugh.

After he'd picked out his clothes, he got a sly sort of look and slipped around to the door into the bathroom, peeking around the corner to try and get a peep of Charlie in the shower.