"Yeah, sure. There's stuff in the kitchen, you know where everything is."
The logs he's got are safe and sound in the garage, but he pauses to kiss
Chuck again, lips warm, mouth gentle and slow.
"Hey -- we don't--" He blinks, clears his mind, and keeps going, even
though he doesn't really want to say this. "We don't have to do
anything. I want to--" he's quick to clarify that - he's hard as a rock and
he'd like to follow through on his promises made in that booth, "God, I
want to so much, Chuck but-- we don't have to."
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"Yeah, sure. There's stuff in the kitchen, you know where everything is."
The logs he's got are safe and sound in the garage, but he pauses to kiss Chuck again, lips warm, mouth gentle and slow.
"Hey -- we don't--" He blinks, clears his mind, and keeps going, even though he doesn't really want to say this. "We don't have to do anything. I want to--" he's quick to clarify that - he's hard as a rock and he'd like to follow through on his promises made in that booth, "God, I want to so much, Chuck but-- we don't have to."