Eventually, Charlie stirred, his fair hair tickling Harry’s chest and his hand stroked his stomach, edging downwards. Harry smiled and caught it before it went any further and Charlie dragged his head up, blinking at him sleepily. Harry nodded to the truckle bed where Julian was snoring softly. Charlie smiled. Harry watched him yawn and stretch, then rub the sleep from his eyes. He wanted to absorb every moment. Charlie rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, flinging one arm above his head. Neither spoke. Harry put his hand on Charlie’s thigh, and Charlie put his hand over Harry’s. They simply lay together.
When Julian awoke and asked if it was breakfast time, Harry jumped up and threw logs on the fire to warm the room. They had managed to keep it going through the night, but the
