Charles sinks down a little lower in his chair and lets his knees fall open.
“What are you doing?” Edwin says, but he isn’t asking. Not really.
“I miss it,” Charles says. “Bet you do too, eh?”
“Charles.” Edwin sounds uncertain. “Are you…?”
There’s a moment of breath-held silence, wound tight as anything, and then Charles says, quietly, “Tell me—tell me to stop.”
Source: Tired of Picturing Love, by dear_monday – Dead Boy Detectives (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
The tension here is just… *chef’s kiss* Pre-canon, hence technically pre-slash, insofar as the boys don’t touch each other. Which just hurts.