Across The Cosmos: CLASS (BBC) [Matteusz x Charlie] Marlie

Upon Waking

"Morning," Charlie's voice is soft and familiar above him. Matteusz rolls over in bed, expecting to find his boyfriend's half-naked form lying next to him, but instead he stands, fully clothed and ready to face the universe.
Whatever that means.

"Morning..." Matt replies, sitting up in bed, the covers falling off his shoulders and lying around his midriff. He notices Charlie's gaze giving him an appraising look, and he gives him a shy smile, pushing the duvet off himself and standing up. Charlie looks away sharply; Matt still isn't wearing anything from the night before.

About that... Charlie thinks, as this strange earthling he's found himself entangled with moves around the room, pulling on various items of clothing. He sneaks a glance over his shoulder to see if Matt is dressed yet. He seems to notice the strange look Charlie's giving him, and moves over to close the distance.

"What's wrong?" He asks in his thick accent.

Charlie takes a while to respond. Takes a while to remember the words in this strange, alien language.

"Nothing," he manages, "Just thought that..."

"What?" Matt asks, slipping his arms easily around his waist. Charlie's own limbs respond automatically, pulling Matt closer against him. They stand together, almost uncertain with the closeness, and Charlie lets out a soft sigh.

"Is this what normal humans do?" He murmurs, and before he knows what's happening, Matt presses his lips against his, and they're performing that strange, ritual act again. Matt's hands explore his back slowly, and as much as he wants to succumb to it, he knows they need to talk.

"Mm..." Charlie manages faintly, his hands gripping Matt's wrists and holding him back firmly. Matt pulls away, looking into his eyes intently.

"What?" He asks, looking hurt again. Charlie realises, crestfallen, that he's managed to offend him again. Oh stars. Why can't anything be simple on this planet?

"It's just... Us," he rocks his hips against Matteusz's absently, making him laugh.

"What about us?" Matt looks suddenly troubled.

"That," Charlie smoothes his hand across Matt's face, indicating his expression, "I'm not sure what your customs are, or what everything your face says means... Or if I'm doing a good job," he clarifies, looking away shyly. Matt kisses his forehead softly, and rests his hands on his shoulders.

"You are doing a good job," he assures him, suddenly embracing him.

Charlie fights against being smothered by the hug, still urgently trying to find something to say.

"Don't we need to talk things out a lot?" Charlie protests muffledly from under his arm. Matt releases him and swings him round precariously.

"Not really," he says, "I've never been a big fan of talking."

Suddenly, they're kissing again, and all of Charlie's worries seem to melt away. Maybe this is how they're doing this, then. Charlie had never been allowed to have a boyfriend before, forced to conceal his sexuality as Matt had had to; and to suddenly start one here, on earth, in a culture and environment he didn't know- it was terrifying, but not quite as terrifying as it should be.