Never apologize for smut, darling. Some of us are over here waiting for it with baited breath!

Pauvre sick Charlie can't even take advantage of sexy, sweaty Don.

Then Charlie turns just enough for one eye to glint through his curls, his smirk tilting up out of the pillow.

That's Charlie for you! Germs can't kill the snark. *loffs*

Now we need you to write sweaty smut that actually happens! *g*