He stares contentedly at his lap. His cock is limp and spent where it rests across his hip. The dark hair on his thighs is wet and flattened. He licks his lips, tasting traces of Charlie’s skin, his come, his saliva from the shared joint and their kisses. His body tingles—that post-sex buzz he loves to wrap himself up in, the dull ache between his legs just the right side of painful. He’d hate to fall asleep and miss that feeling, amongst other things—