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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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Chuck sits up, hand resting against Raleigh's thigh still.

"You good to drive?" He asks with a smirk, voice a little rough from the blowjob.

"In...in a second."

He needs to catch his breath but first, he's leaning to kiss Chuck excuse damn. That was amazing.

He has to grin, partially smugness and partially genuine pleasure that Raleigh ahem enjoyed himself so much.

He kisses him lazily, hand curling in his hair.

He sure did. Excuse him while he recovers, gently stroking his fingers through Chuck's hair as he heaves a sigh.

"Shit, Chuck."

Chuck rests his chin on his shoulder and smirks.

"Not that bad, i hope."

He slides an arm around him and squeezes, laughing breathlessly.

"Not bad at all." Not even remotely.

"...Wanna come home with me?"

Just. Verifying.

"Yup." That sounds awesome.

Also Chuck had been hinting heavily. Yes please.

He has, yes.

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.

Aw fine he'll pull away and maybe wipe his mouth a little.

....and maybe palm himself through his pants.

God he's such a distraction. Raleigh has to be careful to pay attention and not watch Chuck do that while he drives.

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.

It's sort of fun to see how much he can distract Raleigh without actually touching him.

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.

He's practically pouncing there, but he drags himself away long enough to get out of the truck, dart around and drag Chuck out and into the rain where he can gather him up and kiss him properly.

"Wet," he mutters with a grin as Raleigh seems to insist on continuing this in the rain are you serious with this?

"Getting wetter I'm gonna have to dry my clothes in your house," he mumbles, sucking on his lower lip.

Yes, he's serious. He backs Chuck up against the truck and they're getting soaked and Raleigh just keeps kissing him, right there in the rain.

"Yeah, yeah."

IT's a good excuse to get him naked.

"I've got my computer, arse," he grumbles into his mouth, sneaking cold and wet hands under Raleigh's shirt. To warm them!

Oh Raleigh you don't need an excuse, you just need to ask.

He jumps when Chuck's cold hands slide against his skin and okay, fine, he pulls back and leads him to the door.

"C'mon. Don't wanna get your computer wet."

"No we do not," he agrees, snapping a sharp grin when Raleigh jumps. "I'm working on my thesis, man."

He follows Raleigh into the house, still sort of gripping his shirt and shivering a little under the cold.

He slings an arm around Chuck and squeezes his shoulder as they walk up, but he's gotta let him go to unlock the door and usher him inside.

Once there he can slips his arms back around him and kiss him again.

That's just fine.

Chuck can drop his bag in the hall and get his arms around his waist, kissing him back hungrily. "We gotta get out of these wet clothes and into a bath," he informs Raleigh in between sucking kisses. "We're gonna catch something otherwise."

"Yeah," he murmurs, fingers catching at Chuck's shirt, cold hands brushing over his skin as he starts to tug.

"Could do that. Or shower."

"Warm water," Chuck agrees, slipping his jacket off with a lazy grin.

If that was a hint to take off his shirt, he follows through with that, letting his shirt drop over his jacket.

Though they should pro a oh get those in a dryer pretty soon.

He's pushing Chuck down the hall, tugging his own shirt off and letting it hit the pile with a wet thunk. Raleigh doesn't really give a shit about the dryer at the moment, or the fact that his clothes are a wet pile on his carpet.

He just cares about Chuck's heat against his skin, the way his skin pricks when Raleigh's fingers drag over his body.

"C'mon," he breathes, eyes glittering, "my room. Shower."

His breath hitches when his fingertips drag over his bare skin, skin pebbling under his touch.

"Lead the way, Rahhhhleigh," he purrs, pressing against him and brushing his fingers over his abdomen.

He drags him down the hall and to his bedroom, quickly bending to relieve himself of shoes and socks before nudging Chuck to the bathroom to sit him on the toilet lid where he can take Chuck's shoes and boots off.

Oh that's a nice surprise. Chuck leans back against the back of the toilet and sort of slides his foot against Raleigh's thigh.

"Careful with those," he drawls as Raleigh undoes his laces. "Favorite boots there."

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