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As soon as the group left the room, Charles began rubbing his temples and sighed softly, "That went well."
"I meant it," Nathan stated softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his lover's shoulders. "Guitarists are a dime a dozen, drummers too, and we record over Murderface's sh-t anyway."
Looking up in a bit of surprise, the CFO whispered, "Thank you." Instantly both men began to smile at one another. "So," Charles ventured carefully, "what do you want to do?"
"I dunno," the singer admitted.
Nodding slightly the lawyer gently wrapped his arms around the bigger man who promptly pulled him closer and began placing soft kisses against his lips and cheeks while Charles ran his hand through the long black locks relaxing his lover slowly.
"I could, uh, sing for you," Nathan finally volunteered.
"Alright," Charles agreed smiling softly as the larger man began growling out Saber Through My Heart.
"That was beautiful Nathan," the smaller man smiled softly.
"Brutal," the singer nodded in agreeance.
"Very," Charles nodded back as Nathan gave him a light kiss causing the smaller man to flush, his glasses slipping off.
Mimicking his lover's actions from earlier, Nathan gently ran his hands through Charles' shorter hair, whispering, "Wanna watch something?"
"Sure, we have the day off," the CFO nodded and settled onto the sofa while Nathan put on a slasher flick. As the duo watched the movie, Charles leaned against his lover who cuddled him closer and summoned a gear to bring them both popcorn eliciting a smile from both men.
Halfway through the film Charles' eyes began to dip shut slowly. Upon noticing this Nathan lowered the volume on the TV causing a sleepy smile to cross the half asleep manager's face. Gently the singer began to run his hand up and down the smaller man's back, "You look tired."
"A little," Charles admitted, "I don't know why though."
"Still hung over?" Nathan questioned, kissing his forehead lovingly.
"No, just a little fatigued," the CFO smiled slightly. "Nothing to worry about."
Instantly a frown crossed Nathan's features. "Want me to call the med-team?" he questioned while feeling the smaller man's forehead.
"Maybe," Charles humored him.
"You're warm," Nathan frowned deeper flagging a gear down to get a medic.
"I'll be fine," the lawyer nodded sitting up a little straighter.
"Still," the singer argued.
"Fine," the CFO sighed with a smile, "I'll humor you."
Within minutes of agreeing a gear arrived with a wheelchair. "M'Lord," the hooded figure intoned.
"This really isn't necessary," Charles sighed, sitting in the chair.
At the protests Nathan began smirking, "You make us sit in them."
"Yes, but it's not necessary for me Nathan," the lawyer argued as his client and lover crossed his arms smirking.
Within the hour Charles found himself being wheeled down to the hospital wing to be checked over, Nathan following along nervously.