They had a lot to make up for. Maybe not all tonight. But they could try their best. ''Maybe we should,'' he agreed easily, making it obvious that he wanted them to catch up tonight. He didn't know how he would feel tomorrow. Tonight was perfect timing.

Maia was always direct, he was way more used to it now. He had been so nervous the first time they went on a date. He wasn't used to girls like Maia at the time. Eventually he had to get used to it, to her. ''I don't know, I thought you looked pretty. I thought it was kinda hot to have to wait before I could actually see you.'' He was old school and had thought it was exciting to wait many dates just imagining how she looked under her dresses before he actually found out. He never stopped enjoying undressing her, it never became boring to him. Even with her being the only one at the time. He wasn't curious about other girls.

''I did? Even when I was being embarassing?'' To him, he had been embarassing insisting to romance her even when she just wanted to get him in her bed. In the end, that was probably how he got her to fall in love with him. He didn't realize how even now he was trying to take his time. He could've already been on her, but he wanted to talk a little, he wanted to be looking at her before she took her clothes off. Maia was too important, she wasn't just a warm body. He did think so, even if he was clearly thinking about her naked now. How could he not?

''You did too. I was ready to risk it all when I saw you stealing from my pockets. Well...I guess that was Sarah, right?'' He teased.

Maia struggled with how much they needed an excuse on the alcohol or just going all in on their bad decision. Either way it was something they could figure out in the morning, right now Maia was going to relish in the moment with Liam. "Shame, maybe we'll have to make up for lost time." Which was a loaded sentence, more than Maia intended if she was being honest. But as far as she was concerned she was going to try to make up for the lost time of that 40 years as well. Maia took another drink and matched his eye contact, smirking into her glass. "Hey it's not my fault you caught me in the 80's with full hairspray and shoulder pads. The clothes are a lot better now. More revealing and form fitting." Maia didn't shy away from looking him over. "You look good too. But you've always known how to make me fold without even trying." Maybe it was a bit too vulnerable for the moment but it was true. Hell if she had it her way they wouldn't even be talking right now, they'd have very important matters to attend to first.

He felt like he needed to drink way more just so he could feel more comfortable. He hated being next to Maia feeling like he didn't know what to say or how to act. It just wasn't normal, it wasn't fair. Not when they had been so easily connected before. ''Yeah,'' he shrugged like it wasn't important, like it didn't matter. When she poured him a second drink, he took it to his lips, drinking another sip. ''I know, that's why I made sure you wouldn't know.'' He took another sip, and then his eyes landed on her. He didn't want to look away. He didn't need to this time. He felt like tonight they could act like themselves. They could worry about it another time, maybe they wouldn't even have to mention it. ''I hate how good you look right now. Usually when you don't see your ex for decades she's not supposed to look even better,'' he sighed loudly, as if that was even a reason to complain.

A small smile crossed her lips when Liam confirmed she was right. It made her feel good, like thinking about him practically every day for the past 40 years was a normal thing to do. Like all of it was worth it if it meant it was leading up to this one moment with him.

There was so much that was left unsaid, left on the tip of her tongue as she wasn't sure how much she was allowed to say to him in the moment. Maia knew it took a lot from the two of them to even get to this point let alone the fact that neither of them were even remotely drunk enough to talk about their baggage of their past. Familiarity was good in moments like this but it also threatened to show the scars they gave each other all those years ago.

Maia had quickly finished her own drink, trying to match the pace of Liam. "Were you now?" She asked curiously, not expecting it in the least. Maia quickly poured two more generous glasses before giving Liam's back to him. She leaned back in her chair with her own glass, looking Liam over. "If I knew you were hoping for that I would have asked you over earlier."

It was strange to be known so well by someone who he didn't see in many decades. He actually didn't even know she noticed that about him at the time. ''You were right,'' his favorites didn't often change, unless they literally got rid of certain brands. Maybe that was why his favorite would always remain Maia, even if he really didn't want it.

He took another sip when he was done speaking, as if simply just admitting that was too much. He wasn't ready for any future talks they would be having. Hopefully they wouldn't have to talk too much. He was surprised to hear that she still trusted him. She probably just meant concerning the bugs, but it was still surprising. He knew she didn't trust easily, but she could've called any other siren she knew or even Charlie that was already a friend they had in common now.

''I knew you were.'' He wasn't ready to explain why he decided coming over was a good idea. He couldn't admit how often he thought about her, how he couldn't get her out of his head, especially now that he knew she was around. He was still angry, he was still blaming her for so many things, but sometimes he was wondering if he had been right to leave. What if that was the most stupid decision he ever took? But he couldn't think about that, he couldn't even think about how he maybe ruined the last 40 years of his life for no good reason. He finished his drink and moved it in her direction so she could give him more. ''I kinda was hoping you would find another reason to get me to come over,'' he finally admitted.

"I figured you're a creature of habit most of the time, I had a good bet this wasn't going to change." Or at least she hoped. Sure it was what she remembered him drinking the most but a part of Maia didn't want much to change. The thought that there was still some of Liam that she would always be able to guess, even if he was on the other side of the world away from her.

Maia took him in as he drank from the glass, like she was putting everything to memory in case this was the last opportunity she had with Liam. She took a long sip from her own as she listened to his reasoning. "The first time wasn't. I was genuinely scared. I fucking hate bugs and this was probably one of the worst things I have seen." Okay so maybe that may have been an exaggeration but still he showed up and that was something she always was going to remember. "You were the only person I trusted to call or at least tell me who to get a hold of if you refused. And maybe tonight I was just looking for an excuse." Maia admitted, knowing that by now he probably realized it. Since you know, he saw right through her lie, but that still didn't tell her why exactly he decided to come over anyway.

He found himself smiling a little bit more when she laughed. It didn't quite make sense since he had been telling her to shut up just moments before, but he had just missed hearing that sound. ''You're lucky it's still the same,'' he said because it would've been awkward if he said that he didn't like this bottle anymore. Especially since she had been faithfully purchasing it for him over the years, though he was unaware of that fact. He was someone who preferred consistency, maybe that's how Maia knew he would keep drinking the same thing over the years so certain things could stay the same. She always did understood him better than anyone.

Accepting the glass she offered, he took a long sip almost immediately, seeking a bit of liquid courage. Drinking with Maia felt oddly familiar, yet strangely unsettling. ''I thought you just needed an excuse to see me, I mean the first time, but you really seemed scared.'' He admitted. He didn't think he had to explain it further. He didn't like to know she was scared. He would do anything to make her life even a little bit easier.

Maia was feeling all too vulnerable in her own space and she hated it. There were many reasons why but it all boiled down to Liam being able to know Maia better than she knew herself. And Maia knew that no matter how long it was since they last truly saw each other he was always going to be able to see right through her. Which was one reason how he knew about the stupid lie. But hearing him tell her to shut up when she called him out in return only made her laugh, proud of herself.

"Of course I do!" Maia said like it was the simplest thing in the world, hoping he didn't question why she had it with her in the first place. In truth she made sure to have a bottle with her everywhere she was, whether Liam was in town or not. She had glasses of it some nights when she wanted to pretend that she could still taste it on his lips. So Maia poured two generous glasses and handed one to Liam, sitting down next to him. So many questions were on her mind now that she actually had him here but Maia knew that it was like a minefield trying to figure out which ones were the right ones for the moment. "So why did you want to go the extra mile about the bugs for me?"

Liam was busy looking at the menu, trying to see what looked better when he was interrupted in his thoughts by Talia being way too excited about this food truck. At first, he looked at it and then around them, thinking maybe he missed something really impressive, but let out a little chuckle when he realized she literally meant the food. ''I won't complain,'' He might've been a bit more negative if it was someone else, but this was Talia. She was allowed to get excited about whatever she wanted.

He sat down at a table outside and tried one of these lobster rolls. He really liked it, it was barely noticeable by the face he made, he wasn't the most expressive man. ''You can say that,'' he started. He didn't know if he should tell her about who he saw...multiple times lately, but he thought he had to. He couldn't possibly hide this from her when he's been talking about this person for decades now. ''You'll never guess who I saw at my job the other day...'' he tried to make her guess, but of course she never would. ''I saw Maia. And then she asked me to go kill bugs at her place so I went there and then...'' He wasn't super proud of this last part. ''I asked a friend to do a spell on something of hers so she wouldn't get more bugs and I ended up going back to her place anyways...How have you been?''

@theliamhernandez location: The Fable

Food trucks were a uniquely human thing, and Talia was fairly positive that she loved them. Like really loved them. In Briar Court, there was no chance that food trucks would ever exist. They were ridiculous! Who put a kitchen in a truck? Nevertheless, it meant that The Fable was one of her favourite places to go. Today, the food truck was also especially cool, and a delicacy she had never tried: lobster rolls. "This place is genius," Talia told Liam seriously. "I have to buy us, like, six," she decided.

Once they were sat with food, Talia grinned at Liam. Like lobster rolls, Liam was special. Their relationship hadn't worked out romantically, but for reasons that Talia understood and respected. If anything, the honesty was refreshing. (It was more than she could ever say about Mark, that fucking asshole.) "How've you been?" Talia asked curiously. "Greywood is kinda hectic, huh?" Or at least had been for her already.

''Ah, fuck...'' He wasn't expecting Charlie to be able to take him fully and especially not so quickly. Most girls he had been with weren't this good and weren't impressing him in the first minutes. Making eye contact with him was way too hot. He was too stubborn and tried to hold it as long as he could. A little bit so he could see his face and what he was doing, but he ended breaking it as his head fell backward and his eyes closed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily. He moved his hips slightly as he tightened his grip in his hair. ''Charlie-...if you keep doing that I'm gonna- I'll come.'' He warned, not knowing how far they were going to take this tonight.

Charlie let out a low moan when he felt Liam's hand slip into his hair, grabbing onto it. He wasn't surprise that Liam didn't follow directions, it's just Liam was. Charlie took a breath, before he moved down Liam's length, swallowing as he felt it hit the back of his throat. Charlie flicked his eyes up too Liam as he started to bob his head. Drawing back until Liam's cock was nearly out of his mouth, before he leaned forward again. Swallowing him every time he hit the back of Charlie's throat. Charlie moved his right hand, gripping Liam's hip tightly, being careful of his strength.

Charlie dropped his left hand, down between his legs and unbuttoned his jeans and lower the zipper. He was starting to feel too restricted. But Charlie didn't pull his own length out, instead staying focused on Liam and his pleasure. Charlie spread legs slightly, trying to give himself room before he moved his hand back too Liam, running it up over Liam's left leg slowly, he squeezed Liam's thigh for a moment. Before he reached out and cupped Liam's balls gently in his hand and rolled them slowly in his hand.

Maia was probably the person who knew him the most even if they spent so many years apart and he hated it. He hated how he just wanted to tell her everything she missed in his life, he wanted tell her about the places he visited without her and about how it didn't feel the same to travel without her. He wanted to know her opinion on things, needed her approval on his life, he knew he wouldn't get it. Nobody knew who he used to be, about his hopes and dreams, only her could know that who he was now wasn't someone he would've liked 40 years ago.

He wanted to agree, he never met any girl that could compare to her after he left. He didn't fully regret leaving, but he always regretted how things ended. He just wished none of them made stupid mistakes so they could've been together for a longer them. But it was over now. It was stupid to think about the past after all this time. ''I don't know, I've met a few who came close.''

''What does that even means? Anyways, whatever, fine. I'll give you my schedule so then you can come dancing while I'm very far away from here so we don't cross paths again.''

She wanted to say so much to Liam. Wanted to say that she was glad he was single after leaving her high and dry. Wanted to say that she was sad that no one else saw how great of a person he is because Maia knew that he deserved so much love and fuck anyone who didn't agree. Wanted to apologize for what she did and that things didn't work out for Liam like either of them wanted. But instead it was Maia's turn to just nod.

But at his next sentence Maia could practically see red. "Oh fuck you Liam. You know there's never been a girl like me out there. You're lucky that you had me for as long as you did." Maia wanted it to be a lie because in truth there was rarely a day that went by that she wasn't thinking of Liam. But also not that deep down Maia had intense self hatred and doubt and it only confirmed how easily forgettable she was in the long run.

Maia crossed her arms trying to hide just how much her hands were shaking. "No! This is my favorite bar I've been coming here a while." Which was far from the truth but her point still stood. "No other place has dancing like this, or at least dancing for fun."

It wasn't his first time coming in her apartment, but this time he wasn't being distracted by so many bugs. He didn't have a real reason to be here, he came just so he could spend time with Maia. It gave him more time to really look at her and at the place she called her home. ''Sure,'' he replied, not convinced at all by her lies because it simply wasn't possible. He was told this spell was supposed to work perfectly, at least for a little while. ''Shut up,'' he said in return, mostly because she was saying the truth. He did show up even if there wasn't any bugs around. It wasn't like he couldn't get drinks at his own place or at the bar, he came here for her, but he wasn't ready to admit it.

He followed her towards the kitchen, he took the liberty to sit at her kitchen table, waiting for her to bring him a drink, any drink. He needed it. ''You still remember? I'll take a glass.'' The fact that she remembered was what he pointed out, but he also thought about the fact that she had to get it from the store before today just in case he would eventually come here. Why?

Sure Maia knew that deep down this was probably a really stupid mistake. She was playing with fire when she texted him for help and when he caught her in the lie, Maia thought for sure it would go badly. Yet here he was on his way and Maia was rushing around to quickly clean up and get some glasses ready in case they wanted to have some liquid courage to make the bad decisions sound easier. Liam texted that he was here and she opened the door for him and let him walk right in.

Maia immediately rolled her eyes seeing his smug little face, she should have expected it and she hated that she let him have this upper hand. "Shut up. I could swear I saw one here." She still felt like she had to keep up the lie, or else Liam would go running. "But I guess you just wanted to see me since you showed up anyways."

Maia quickly closed the door and walked back in front of him, gently trailing her arms on his shoulder as she walked around him. "I have some drinks in the kitchen if you want some. I made sure to have your favorite on hand."

As Liam was walking towards Maia's apartment he thought about all the reasons why he would end up regretting this. He had been hurt over his past relationship with her, he didn't even know if he ever fully moved on. It didn't just ruin all his chances at finding love again, but it also changed the way he was seeing the world, slowly made him give up on everything. Everything was telling him to turn around and run back home, they would never have to talk about this again if he texted her saying he realized it was a mistake. She would probably even agree. But then he thought about her, about how good it had felt to feel needed by her, about why he decided to help her. He was thinking about her smile, her eyes, how they always had fun together and he was reaching her door. He still didn't know if it was a good idea, but he was ready to take his chances if it meant spending one more night with her.

''Hi,'' he walked in right when she opened the door, looking around with a little smug smile on his face, ''funny how I don't see any bugs around, guess you just wanted to see me.''

@sirenmaiakelly

Liam definitely wasn’t going to keep his hands there while he wasn’t holding him down anymore. There was no way he wouldn’t touch him if he could. He lifted his hips, helping him as he could. It felt somewhat strange to be fully naked in front of him, but he didn’t think he cared that much. Charlie seemed to be enjoying the view and he felt way better now that he wasn’t trapped in his jeans.

He let out a low noise when he wrapped his fingers around him. It had been a while since anyone else had touched him. He was used to pleasuring himself, he didn’t trust easily and sleeping with a stranger wasn’t really his thing. "Do you?" He quickly replied as if he couldn’t believe Charlie was asking him this question. He was the one on his knees in front of him, kissing his thigh and looking like that! He arched his back into his touch, one of his hands immediately grabbing at his hair. He needed more encouragements to be able to fully follow his directions. He tried to keep his hips steady so Charlie could get used to his length. "Fuck, you’re so good," he was often vocal during sex. He always tried to keep his mouth shut, but it never worked for a very long time.

Charlie pressed a kiss to Liam's hip gently as he undid the button of Liam's jeans. "Right answer, baby." Charlie breathed out as he looked up at Liam. Charlie's eyes had darkened, and were full of lust and desire. Charlie raked his eyes over Liam again, before he squeezed Liam's wrists gently, before he pulled his hands away. "Keep them there." Charlie shifted on the couch slightly as he leaned his head down, as he moved his hand and pulled the zipper down. Charlie kissed the skin gently, as he gripped the sides of Liam's jeans and tugging them gently. "Lift your hips up for me." Charlie said softly as he pulled his jeans and boxers down.

Charlie smirked as he wrapped his hand around Liam's hard cock and moved his hand slowly over the length. Charlie moved onto his knees as he pressed a kiss to Liam's thigh. "Do you know how hot you look, right now." Charlie asked as he looked up at Liam before he moved his head and leaned forward a little. "You made it very hard to ignore you, but tonight you are all mine." Charlie blew cool air across of the head of Liam's cock, before he flicked his tongue across it slowly, gathering up the pre-cum that was gathered there before he let his eyes slip close and he started to take Liam into his mouth, inch by inch.

The sensation of Charlie's teeth gently grazing his nipple sent a shiver of pleasure down Liam's spine, his muscles tensing with desire. He helped removing his own shirt and couldn't stop himself from moaning with him when he felt his cock against his. He couldn't stop his eyes from closing either as he tried to move his hips with him. He wanted more and he didn't think he would be very patient tonight. He opened his eyes again when his arms were pushed towards his head, looking up at Charlie as he spoke to him. If he thought he was turned on before, it was nothing compared to when he started talking to him in that low voice. ''Fuck, Charlie,'' he let out in a sigh as he started kissing his neck. He was hoping his words were a promise.

He squirmed under him as he played with his nipples once more. He didn't know when he got so sensitive, but he wanted more even if all that teasing felt good. He liked the way Charlie was holding him down and the way he looked so hot right now. He had many thoughts going through his mind at the moment, but frowned when he actually asked for words out of him. Words that wouldn't be coming from his usual annoying self. He initially was going to make him wait for it, but seeing where he was headed, he thought it would be stupid to do so. ''Yes,'' he breathed out, moving his hips against his hand. ''Get me out of these jeans and touch me,'' even when he literally couldn't do anything about it, he still acted like he had all the control.

Charlie bit down on Liam's nipple before he tugged on it gently before he pulled back. Charlie pushed Liam's shirt up further and stripped off of Liam, tossing it on the floor. Charlie shifted lightly, grinding his hips into Liam's slowly. Moaning softly as he felt his hard length bump against Liam. Charlie moved his hands and gripped Liam's wrists gently as they moved over his thighs. Pushing them back, and pinning them to the arm of the couch. "Yes, it matters." Charlie said in a low voice as he leaned down, and pressed a kiss behind Liam's ear. "Because I'm gonna take you apart, real slowly." Charlie breathed as he pressed his hips into Liam's again. "I just want to make sure, you know what you are in for." Charlie leaned down and pressed kisses down Liam's neck slowly. "Consent is sexy, Querido." Charlie breathed out, as he moved bother of Liam's wrists into one hand.

Charlie dragged his other hand down Liam's body, his mouth following the trail. Pressing kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. He mouth sealed over Liam's right nipple, rolling it between his teeth gently, as he took Liam's left nipple between his index finger and thumb, rolling it gently. Charlie looked up at Liam, smirking as he adjusted himself, moving down Liam's body again. "So, tell me." Charlie breathed out softly as he licked his lips a little, his hand sliding over the front of Liam's jeans, his fingers stroking over the out line of Liam's cock slowly. "Do you want this?" Charlie leaned his head back down and pressed slow, teasing kisses down Liam's stomach, moving closer to the waistband of his jeans.

He instinctively followed his lips for a moment when he pulled back, a bit confused on why they were stopping. He didn’t want to think about it too much, but he understood that with them being such close friends they couldn’t just do it and then talk about if it was even fine in the first place. He looked up at him, placing an hand over his thigh, rubbing it softly. "Does it matter?" He first asked and thought it was probably sounding a bit too defensive. He didn’t know why they were talking when they could be doing something much more interesting, but some little part of him did find it endearing that he even cared about that. "No, but I’ve been with women who wanted to- try different things? It doesn’t matter to me." He was hinting at the fact that even if he never tried anything with a man, he wasn’t lost either, he also didn’t think he would regret it unless Charlie was bad at it.

Once his second hand was free it joined the first one on Charlie’s thighs, slowly moving his hands higher, maybe trying a little bit to tease his way into making him stop worrying. He briefly glanced at the ring, but didn’t say anything about it. "Charlie. I’m trying to undress you, I think it proves I want this!" He was getting a bit impatient, but it was still playful. He appreciated the view when he finally removed his shirt. He had glanced at a few men in his lifetime before, but it was his first time actually getting to touch. So he did.

He let his fingers trailed on his stomach, they then moved to his back when he leaned over him more. He sighed happily as he pressed soft kisses to his skin and gasped when he reached his nipple. That felt good. Yep, he definitely wanted this. He was very good with his mouth, he wondered what else he could do with it.

Charlie let out a small grown when he heard Liam's groan. He shivered slightly as he felt Liam tugging on his shirt. Charlie broke the kiss, panting as he looked down at the man under him. "Wait." Charlie softly as he moved his hand out of Liam's hair and trailed it down Liam's throat as he sat back on Liam's thighs. "Have you been with a man before?" Charlie asked as he ran his eyes over Liam, taking in the kissed swollen lips, the flushed cheeks. God, how Charlie was able to pull himself away from this was a miracle.

Charlie took a breath, gathering himself for a moment. Trying to keep his head clear, which was hard to do. He pulled his hand away from Liam's hand, before he moved his hands and pulled his wedding ring off. He leaned over Liam, placing it on side table before he leaned back again.

"Are you sure, you want this?" Charlie asked as he reached down and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side as he looked down at Liam, smirking slightly.

Charlie moved his hands and pushed up Liam's shirt as he shifted back on Liam's thighs as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses up Liam's stomach as more skin got exposed to him. Charlie closed his eyes, breathing in Liam's scent as he kept moving upwards, before he flicked his tongue over Liam's right nipple slowly before he drew it in his mouth and sucked on it gently.

The soft moan that escaped Charlie's lips only fueled Liam's desire further. He relished in the sound, a clear indication that he was hitting all the right notes. It had been a while since he had been intimate with anyone, and the confirmation that he was pleasing Charlie stirred something primal within him. He welcomed Charlie's assertiveness, feeling himself being pulled closer as their bodies pressed together on the couch.

As Charlie's hand tightened in his hair, Liam's own arousal heightened. He enjoyed the sensation of his curls being tugged, a guilty pleasure he didn't shy away from. With a low noise of approval, Liam reciprocated the kiss with fervor, eager to match him.

Feeling Charlie's touch trailing over his side sent shivers down Liam's spine, each gentle caress igniting a new wave of anticipation.

When he pinned his hand above his head, Liam's pulse quickened. He responded with a needy groan, his own desire mirroring Charlie's.

In a bold move, Liam's free hand moved to tug at the base of his shirt, his fingers itching to explore the warmth of his skin.

Charlie was half expecting Liam to break the kiss, and then punch him. But instead Liam was returning the kiss. Charlie let out a quite moan, as Liam tilted his head allowing Charlie access to his mouth and slid their bodies closer. Charlie's hand moved off of Liam's chin and let it drop down, before he curled his arm around Liam's waist holding him close. Charlie allowed his tongue to slip into Liam's mouth slightly, still being cautious of the other. Even though Liam was kissing him back, he could still react badly to things once he came to his senses.

Charlie pushed Liam down on too the couch, as Charlie moved his body, so it was covering Liam's fully as he took a risk to explore Liam's mouth more. His hand that was in Liam's hair tighten slightly, not enough to the hurt the other but enough to let Liam know it was there.

Charlie couldn't tell you what brought them to this moment, maybe the banter that slowly became flirty. The taunting they both had a habit of doing to each other or maybe Charlie finally decided to give in to his desire and for once take something for his self.

Charlie uncurled his hand from Liam's waist and moved up, slowly trailing his fingers over Liam's side, barely there touches before he drew his hand up and took the hand that Liam hand placed his cheek, linking their fingers together before Charlie moved it and pinned it to the arm of the couch, above Liam's head.

Liam did think it was amusing that their last conversation, before they actually started flirting, was him telling Charlie he had no good reason to come here. The transition from that moment to flirting remained a mystery. They were just two good friends who enjoyed spending time together. Sure the tension between them could be explained by how attracted they felt to the other, but it was hard to know for sure.

When Charlie finally looked back, Liam didn't know what his next move was going to be. Maybe he was simply kidding, maybe he would laugh in his face. If it was the case, the siren would find some way to laugh it off and then they would go back to roasting each other.

It didn't have to be anything more than a fleeting shared moment between them. He could even blame it on the wine!

But instead, Charlie paused the movie and broke the distance between them, well almost. He felt his breath catch in his chest as Charlie's lips were almost touching his own, he could barely focus on his words until he finally kissed him. Liam wasn't accustomed to taking the initiative or risking anything, but Charlie's bold move dissolved his hesitation.

Closing his eyes, Liam reciprocated the kiss. With a daring tilt of his head, he parted his lips invitingly. His thumb caressed Charlie's cheek as he drew closer, melding their bodies together. The source of this newfound intimacy was unclear, but Liam knew one thing for certain—he enjoyed it.

Charlie let out a laugh as he listened to Liam's answer. "Hmm, I do." Charlie said as he shifted on the couch, slouching slight. He pushed a hand through his curls a little, messing them up more. "You really know how to sweet talk a guy don't you." Charlie asked as he looked over at Liam for a moment before shook his head slightly as he leaned his head back a little.

Charlie took a breath before he shifted and looked over at Liam. He raked his eyes over the other for a moment before he moved a little closer to Liam. Was Liam baiting him, Charlie wasn't sure. But was Charlie gonna take the bait. Absolutely he was. Charlie reached out for the remote and paused the movie, before he moved closer to Liam, as he reached out and gripped Liam's chin gently as he leaned forward and hovered over Liam's lips. "Just need to keep you occupied." Charlie breathed out as he closed the last few inches between them and captured Liam's lips in a gentle kiss. Not wanting to spook the other man. Was this crossing a line, yes it was. Did Charlie care, in the moment no he didn't. He moved his other hand and ran it through Liam's hair slowly, as he opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue over Liam's bottom lip.

''You already know,'' he said since he didn't know how he could prove to him that he was better than him. He wasn't really. ''Of course, I don't see why else I would bother visiting you,'' he deadpanned. It could've been easily true, he wasn't really often telling people what he liked about them. He didn't even know himself why he kept certain people around. He didn't ever felt the need for friends or people these days, the people he kept close just made their way into his life and he couldn't explain it.

He was thankful that Charlie wasn't looking back at him while they were having this conversation, allowing him a moment to collect his thoughts. His gaze lingered on his friend, the way his lips curved into that teasing smirk sending a shiver down his spine.

"What if I do want those answers?" Liam's voice came out a little more breathless than he intended, betraying the curiosity and desire stirring within him.

"Care to prove it?" Charlie teased as he raised an eyebrow, glancing at his friend. Teasing and taunting each other, was how the boys were. It was probably half the reason why people thought they were married for, they carried on like an old married couple. The banter always came easy for the two of them. Liam was one of the few people, Charlie felt comfortable to be around.

Charlie watched Liam shifted away slightly. "I knew it. Only in it for the food." Charlie rolled his eyes a little.

Charlie hummed a little as Liam insisted it was. Charlie wasn't about to prod anymore, this was water they hadn't swam in before. Liam seemed thrown off, and was taking a moment to still gather his senses. Charlie kept his eyes on the movie, even when he heard the question and felt Liam's eyes on him. Charlie licked his lips slightly, before he smirked lightly. "I don't think you really want those answers, chico"

Liam was more of a loner. He had always been independant, but these past years it became worse. He didn’t want to give himself false hopes by creating friendships that wouldn’t last, he was used to being alone and to not being able to trust anyone and he preferred to keep it this way. He knew a few guys that he considered to be his friends, but they were more like close acquaintances. He would describe it this way even if he was probably closer than that with these guys. Mars was one of them. He didn’t think he would be particularly hurt if he heard Liam calling him a special acquaintance. He sometimes met him in the water, sometimes when he was with his pod, sometimes alone.

Apparently today everyone decided it was a great idea to go for a swim at the same time to avoid the bugs and Liam was about to go hide in his bugs filled apartment instead of forcing himself to be surrounded by so many people when he felt some kind of electric shock. He inhaled, trying to calm himself down before he turned around ready to fight whoever had just did that to him when he recognized Mars. He should’ve known it was him, he knew it was most likely an accident, but he was feeling so overwhelmed already.

"What the hell, man?! You just zapped me! Are you trying to fry me?" He sighed loudly, but still came a bit closer to him as he tried to push away some bugs flying around his head. "Can you use that power of yours to kill them instead? You’ll be like the person version of that electric device meant to kill mosquitoes."

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He was definitely surprised that she didn’t get more requests. Liam knew he didn’t want to fight this any other way. He definitely didn’t want to have to call someone any other day to come kill them and was a tiny bit tired of always having to go back to his ex girlfriend’s apartment to help with hers. "Yeah, it’s cool." He actually meant that, but he wasn’t able to enjoy the way this community actually felt like one at the moment. He was too much of a loner these days, but he could still think it was great for anyone else. And it was certainly useful to him now.

"I do, unfortunately," he started as he sat in front of her. "They’re everywhere, it’s disgusting. I didn’t see anything particularly dangerous, but they’re in my clothes, in my couch. Every time I try to get rid of them there’s even more!" It didn’t take much to drive him insane on a regular day, it was just getting worse now.

Callie was a witch for the people, she was there to help and assist where she could it was why she had some what came to terms with being a high priestess of a witch coven instead of fighting it like she could have done; "You know surprisingly I haven't had too many people come to me but that's okay, that's the beauty of Greywood is that there is always someone around to help anyway they could" smiling as Callie welcomed them into her store; "Come, take a seat, what can I do for you?" packing up some cards and things she had lying around from the previous session "I take it you have a bug or insect issue" one of the beauties of being a witch was being able to solve your own problems.