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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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"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?"

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"Plenty."

He twitches under the tough, tongue flicking over his lips to wet them.

"Two two, and an office."

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"...so, four?"

Is Raleigh getting confused thanks to Chuck's hand?

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"N-no--"

He groans. Chuck is so distracting.

"Two bedroom, two bath. Office -- doesn't count as a bedroom, technically--"

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"Are you actually able to drive or should i just get you off first?" Chuck grins and just wraps his fist around the shaft.

Becuse he's good with either.

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"Could-- could wait. Or--"

Wait. He's assuming things despite the conversation and that just makes an asshole out of people.

"You could come over."

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Yeah, Chuck was assuming he'd be welcome. Possibly prematurely, admittedly.

"If you've got room," he drawls, working his fist slowly.

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Well, it's Chuck. Raleigh isn't nearly as much of a purposeful asshole.

"Plenty," he says firmly, shuddering under Chuck's hand, hips pressing up.

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Hey, if Chuck had the feeling he wasn't wanted, he'd back off and fast.

"Still think i should get you off now," he murmurs, lips against his ear. "You know, keep you from being too distracted?"

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Yeah that's definitely not the vibe Raleigh is putting off. The opposite actually - he really wants Chuck.

"Okay," he whispers, head tipping back against the seat, another shiver wracking through him. "Yeah. Please--"

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He mouthes Chuck's neck, grip tightening and speeding up.

"Oh I like you saying please," Chuck grins against Raleigh's rain dampened skin.

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It's been a while since he's had a hand around his dick okay.

"Fuck--"

It's obvious in the way his words stutter and the way his hips twitch up to press against him. Dammit just -- blow him Christ.

Mouthes RALEIGH's neck not his own ugh ugh why I don't tag while I'm tired

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But but the power he's holding in the palm of his hand....

Maybe if Raleigh asked nicely.

Chuck keeps his fist moving in the mean time, teeth moving over his neck.

Lmao I assumed XD

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It feels good; friction and heat but it's dry and fuck, it could be so much more. He whines a little, hand lifting to curl around Chuck and slide in his hair.

"C'mon-- Chuck, you said--"

You'd suck him off.

"Please--"

it bugged me /o\

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Well it's not as dry as it could have been, he had his mouth around it for a second and his hand was wet from the rain.

"I say a lot of things," he points out, squeezing him again roughly.

Still, he sort of takes pity and leans over his lap once more, sucking wetly at the head as he squeezes the base with his hand.