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simplepuzzle) wrote2013-10-17 05:08 pm
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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.
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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He kind of wants to fumble his phone in his pocket and record him for future spank sessions.
But fine, fine, he's sliding his mouth down his cock, swallowing him from base to tip. Slowly.
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But thank God he doesn't and he instead focuses on sucking RAleigh off, even if he's going painfully slow and RAleigh wants to fuck his mouth for real.
It takes everything in him to hold back and not do that, but he does groan and tug at Chuck's hair.
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He might make a pleased noise deep in his throat and deep throats him again, sliding his hand further into his shorts to palm his balls carefully.
Raleigh could pull his hair harder and thrust again, Chuck might let him.
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...It's becoming pretty difficult, though.
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There might be a little bit of drool.
Sorry.
(Not sorry)
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Keep going, don't stop.
"Gonna--"
Yeah. Shortly, he's gonna come.
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He squeezes the base of his dick and sucks hard, pressing his hand against the inside of his thigh.
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He's left panting and shivery in his own skin, fingers loosening their hold in Chuck's hair.
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Chuck's gonna slide his mouth off slowly, licking his lips and keeping his chin on his lap. He's comfy.
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"You good to drive?" He asks with a smirk, voice a little rough from the blowjob.
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He needs to catch his breath but first, he's leaning to kiss Chuck excuse damn. That was amazing.
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He kisses him lazily, hand curling in his hair.
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"Shit, Chuck."
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"Not that bad, i hope."
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"Not bad at all." Not even remotely.
"...Wanna come home with me?"
Just. Verifying.
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Also Chuck had been hinting heavily. Yes please.
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He nudges Chuck over into his seat, indicating for him to buckle up before he puts the truck in gear and starts heading towards his apartment.
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....and maybe palm himself through his pants.
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He might speed a little - just to get them to his parking lot so he can reach over and jerk Chuck close, kissing him hungrily.
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He does sort of smirk in triumph when there's some speeding and then the grabbing. Points, Chuck.
He kisses him back roughly, still kind of grinding against his palm.
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"Getting wetter I'm gonna have to dry my clothes in your house," he mumbles, sucking on his lower lip.
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"Yeah, yeah."
IT's a good excuse to get him naked.
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