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It's been a while....

It's been five years since Chuck left. Left his home, left his dad, left his dog, left Raleigh.

And he hasn't looked back.

Because if he looked back he'd have to think about what he's left behind and if he thinks about it he'd have to do something about it. But it didn't work and they tried, they tried so hard. And it didn't make a damn bit of difference, so Chuck...throws himself into school. And he tries.

Occasionally, he tries to date. A girl here, a guy there. Every time he tries to make an effort at a relationship it ends with a lot of anger. Chuck's not really good at this. Nothing's compared to Raleigh, and Chuck's not sure he'll ever have something like it again. And he refuses to settle.
Love isn't everything. Chuck focuses on school. It's okay.

And he's good. He's really good. That and the occasional one night stand satisfies him.

And then he gets a call from Herc. Yancy's been in an accident. He's broken a few limbs, and he hasn't woken up. Herc isn't saying he should come back, and Chuck's been staring at Raleigh's number when Mako calls him.
He needs you.
Come home.

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He laughs quietly, eyes a little shiny, and he slides his fingers through Chuck's hair, tipping his own head back when he feels lips meet skin.

"Jesus, I've missed you," he sighs, eyes closing. "I never got over you. Not even close."

"No one fucking came close," Chuck groans into his mouth, passing his palms over his chest running his fingers over his nipples and twisting gently. Raleigh feels just like he did on top of him, warm and welcome and eager.

Always warm, always welcome and definitely always eager. The entire time they were together that passion never faded - Raleigh never got tired of looking at Chuck, at running his hands over skin. There was always something new to discover, some new way to make him gasp and moan, a way to make muscle twitch and jerk. The passion had never faded, and it seems like the emotions tied in with it never did either.

Raleigh wriggles a little over Chuck, sucking in a breath at the twist, then surges forward to kiss him roughly, dragging teeth over his lower lip, hands frantic and searching.

[ooc; I CAN'T REMEMBER IF THEY'RE NAKED AND IM AT WORK AND CANT CHECK IM SORRY ]

[LET'S SAY NAKED]

If it had only been enough to stay the angry words and the chilly silence. It's one of the reasons why Chuck insisted on them spending their last days together in bed, just wrapped up in each other. He'd wanted to pretend, wanted a good last hurrah yeah, but a part of him thought that maybe they could just....fuck their way back to happiness.

Clearly that hadn't worked.

He groans raggedly into Raleigh's mouth, jerking against him and hooking a leg around his waist.

The noises Chuck makes are gorgeous, fucking -- perfection and Raleigh leans in, grips Chuck's thigh and squeezes before drawing back and kissing his way down his body, licking and sucking and pinching as he goes.

He settles between Chuck's thighs, gives a few lazy pulls of his cock before shouldering underneath his legs, propping them up and, with a wink, dipping his head to give a few slow passes of his tongue over Chuck's entrance.

He jumps and yelps and almost laughs as Raleigh moves down his body, calls him a 'fucking tease' with a leg hooked over his shoulder, grinning down at his--

--his fiancee--

--when he winks.

Chuck lets his head hang back when Raleigh's tongue drags over his skin, groan coming out rough and gutteral.

He's completely unashamed of that wink, and totally willing to lick Chuck open, palm his cock and drag those gorgeous noises out of him.

C'mon babe, he wants to hear you - he's got all night to do this.

"Ahhh," he breathes, rocking his hips against Raleigh's mouth.

He laughs quietly, pressing the heel of his foot between his shoulderblades. "I dreamed about your mouth," he purrs, eyes sliding shut.

Raleigh smirks and grips at Chuck's thigh, fingers digging in. He pulls back only long enough to say, "Tell me about it," then he's back down between his legs, casually circling his tongue around that pucker of muscle.

Chuck's about to speak when Raleigh's tongue starts moving again, cutting his voice off.

"Nh," he manages when he regains it. "I dreamed of your mouth on my cock, your tongue opening me up--Nhhn fuck--" he squirms, thighs widening for Raleigh. "Missed the way you'd kiss me," he murmurs. "The way you'd mumble yourself into sleep."

Raleigh's hands squeeze Chuck's thighs gently, fingers pressing into his skin as he hums, flicking his tongue then pushing briefly inside, a strong but still soft muscle sliding inside of him, licking him open eagerly.

C'mon, tell him more.

How does Raleigh expect him to speak when he keeps stealing his voice like that?

It's not like he can be expected to think or form cohesive words or anything.

"Tried a few times," he groans, rolling his hips into Raleigh's tongue. "Tried to tell people what I wanted and they never got it right."

He pulls back and gently nips the inside of Chuck's thigh, lips pulling into a grin.

"Course not."

Shocking.

He reaches to touch Chuck, press his finger where his tongue had been, testing the dampness, pressing in, watching his face.

"Though a couple had bigger dicks than you," he drawls, just to knock that smug look off of Raleigh's face.

Even if his voice is hitching and a little breathier than he'd like.

But Raleigh can go ahead and finger him, he's all right with that.

His face flashes a little and he snorts, then pushes his fingers in instead of gently pressing.

Yeah, he's gonna finger you for a bit as punishment, Chuck.

What no that's so unfair--"Fuck," he breathes, head falling back and hips jumping up okay yeah that's fine that's awesome.

"Aw, you wan' me to tell you you're the biggest?" he half laughs, voice breathy and rough. "No one's split me open like you did? Made me sore like you?"

"Maybe the most important," he smirks, twisting his fingers, thrusting them in and crooking them, searchign for that spot he remembers making Chuck cry out.

"And the most thorough...the best ever..."

And cry out Chuck does, letting out a hungry and pleading sound when Raleigh hits that spot.

"Never was anyone more important," he mumbles. "Jesus Raleigh you were my first and best, always."

God, that's exactly what Raleigh wants to hear - the noise, and the confession.

He scissors his fingers, twists and curves and thrusts, pushing himself up to lean over Chuck and kiss his neck, teeth dragging over his skin while he finger fucks him, stretches him out in preparation for Raleigh's dick.

"Yeah," he mumbles, eyes bright, lips pink and cheeks red. "First and best--"

He just wants to turn and wrap up in Raleigh, twine around him and press against him.

...but that might be the amount of wine he's had tonight.

Chuck gets a hand in Raleigh's hair to drag his head closer to kiss him, rough and proper. He moves against his hand while Raleigh fingerfucks him, hissing into his mouth at the sting and the stretch.
"C'mon enough about your ego," he mutters, biting down on Raleigh's pink and flushed lip. "Talk about me."

"I love you," he growls, "never stopped thinking about you."

He groans, squeezes his eyes shut briefly; Chuck's heat around his fingers is as intoxicating as the wine he's had and the room spins pleasantly around him and he has to take a moment to reorient, fingers pausing then starting with renewed energy.

"God, you're fucking amazing--so perfect--"

"Yeah?" he pants, lifting his head--even if that makes the room tilt when he does it too quickly--to look at Raleigh. "You fuck other people 'n see me?"

He widens his thighs, moving to card his fingers through his hair again before curling his fingers in the strands and pulling slow and hard.

Keep talking about how perfect he is, that's awesome.

Raleigh whines at that, groans because fuck, he loves his hair being played with, the sensation of fingers sliding through messy blond and he whimpers and sucks on Chuck's lower lip for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, 's always been you."

"Fuck me," Chuck demands, pulling on Raleigh's hair until the man's positioned more between his legs.

He bites at his lip, sucking his tongue into his mouth and digging his nails into his scalp. Whether he's stretched enough is moot, he needs Raleigh's dick in him and he needs it now.

Raleigh follows those hands pulling at his hair like a puppy, whimpering again before settling there between Chuck's thighs, withdrawing his fingers in favor of replacing them with his cock.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

The firelight casts an amazing glow on Chuck; it lights up the red and he looks like he's fucking glowing, the gorgeous Australian bastard.

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