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 Chuck saunters into Pacific Roast with his backpack flung over his shoulder. There are perks to being the son of one of the co-owners of a corner coffee shop/cafe, and free drinks are one of them.

No free fresh pastries, unfortunately, though if it's still there by the second day it's fair game. 

Which is awesome for Chuck's study-induced sweet tooth. 

...and would be less awesome for his waistline if he wasn't as active as he was.

There's someone unfamiliar behind the counter, but that's not too surprising, Herc had said he and Pentecost were looking to hire some new blood since losing all three of the triplets to better jobs (not begrudging, nobody wants to barista forever). Chuck just drops his bag into his favorite armchair, staking his claim at the table before making his way to the counter and nodding at the stranger in greeting.

"Hey, mate, can you get me a flat white? Thanks." And, without waiting for a response, heads back to said staked table to unpack his books.

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It's not as fierce--desperate as that night in the cafe, and Chuck's taking his time tasting Raleigh's lips before pressing his tongue into his mouth.

They don't have anywhere pressing to be.

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No, they sure don't. There's not much of a middle console either; it's a lower end Chevy and it's a bench seat, stick shift so Raleigh has room to slide over and slip an arm around Chuck to tug him close, a hand lifting to frame his face.

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This is a car Chuck approves of.

He curls his other hand in his collar before pulling away a but, breathing a little against his mouth. "Turn the car on," he murmurs. "Heat. We'll wait til the car heats up."

....and then maybe to Raleigh's?

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And you made fun of gipsy.

He has to let go of Chuck to crank the car but once it's running and the heater kicked on, he's back with his hands on Chuck and mouths meeting.

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He stands by what he said.

Chuck curls his hands into his shirt and pulls him closer, licking the inside of his mouth lazily.

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He tastes like coffee and rainwater, a combination that makes Raleigh's head spin and dick harden. He shivers, and scoots closer, drawing Chuck into his arms as his truck works to heat the cabin.

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And it's getting colder outside and Raleigh is warm.

Chuck slides his hands to his waist as they press together awkwardly on the seat, making soft and needy sounds into his mouth.

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He groans into Chuck's mouth, moving as close as the seat allows, hands lifting to tangle in his hair, tugging at the short strands.

The rain keeps coming down, and Raleigh keeps kissing him.

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Chuck hisses quietly into his mouth, shifting against him to see of climbing into his lap is at al feasible.

...or maybe they should wait for that.

Ugh but Chuck wants to press Raleigh down and give him head in this stupid rustbucket.

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It's not stupid.

Chuck won't fit in his lap, but there's room for him to sprawl across the seat if he wants.

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Yeah he's going to do that, pressing eagerly into Raleigh and sliding his hand under his shirts.

And his other hand into his lap to squeeze his crotch loosely.

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Chuck's hand is cool on his skin and he squirms in surprise (both at the temperature and both at how fast Chuck seems to want to move, but he's not complaining), hands reaching and gripping at Chuck's shirt, twisting in the material. He gasps into Chuck's mouth when there's brief pressure on his dick; he's about 80% totally hard, and his hips press up into that hand and he nips at Chuck's lower lip in retaliation.

Don't tease.

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Yeah well he thought Raleigh hated him and this is fun.

Chuck presses his palm firmly against his growing erection, smirking cockily against his mouth as he rubs a little roughly, heel of his hand pressing against the base.

Unless Raleigh wants to get going, in which case,
"Wanna see if i can give you a hummer while you're driving?" He murmurs, grin widening.

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He squirms a little, and groans/I>.

"Yeah," he breathes, one hand sliding to cup the back of Chuck's head, fingers threading in his hair. Yeah, Chuck can do that -- though Raleigh might have to pull over.

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"Knew it," chuck taunts, squeezing his dick through his pants. "Slut."

He's going to bite the side of his neck before leaning over his lap, nuzzling his waistband eagerly.

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"Am not," he hisses, squirming at the bite and tightening his hands in Chuck's hair before leaning and relaxing against the seatback.

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Chuck hisses through his teeth when his hair's pulled, so he shoves his hand down the front of Raleigh's pants in revenge.

...somehow that's revenge.

Shut up.
He's tugging his pants open and tugging the waistband of his underwear down so he can get his mouth on the head of his dick.

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Yeah that's totally revenge.

He lifts his hips so Chuck can push and pull and wrap his mouth around his cock and Raleigh groans and wonders if he should even bother trying to drive.

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He sucks on the head, making a faint sound in the back of his throat.

..but Raleigh's making no move to drive and he pulls his head back, gaze up on his face.

"You were gonna drive?" No drive, no head.

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He's a little nervous about wrecking the car, Chuck. Last time he drove with someone in the car, he killed them. So, there's that.

"Yeah. Where'm I going?" His house, Chucks...

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...he could also say no, despite Chuck's eagerness to get at his cock he is able to wait.

Especially if they're going to Raleigh's. "you live alone?"

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Yeah saying no is really hard when someone's between your thighs.

"Yeah. Do you?"

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"I am a grad student. I do not."

He squeezes his thigh lazily, rubbing his thumb against the seam of his jeans. "You wanna go to yours?" Or did Raleigh wanna move slow. Start with seducing over nuts and bolts.

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They should move slow, but Chuck's got his hand between Raleigh's thighs, his jeans tugged down and opened and his fucking underwear pushed down Raleigh wants to fuck him right here in the car. Christ.

"Could," he manages, swallowing back a shudder. "Got -- plenty of space."

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...Chuck is willing to try that.

"Yeah?" He sits up a little bit, dragging his thumb up the shaft. "Lots of room?"