Instinct made Charlie clasp onto that hand, twining his finger's in Quin's. He tugged him closer the rest of the way and brushed his lips against his cheek, just a half inch from his lips as he spoke to him again.  "Do you want me to move?  I don't want to move. I like touching you. Why does it feel like I've always wanted to touch you like .. forever?" his words sounded childish, but his thoughts were coming out in choppy words.  It was harder to focus on anything else but Quin.  He gently grabbed his jaw and  stared at his mouth.  "Open for me. I wanna see."