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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 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.

"Shit," Chuck pants, head falling forward as Raleigh starts to slide in, hand tightening in his hair and other hand coming up to squeeze his shoulder.

He looks up as his body adjusts, and Raleigh--jesus, the fire's giving him an actual fucking halo around his hair, reflecting off of the sheen of sweat on his muscles and he looks like a goddamn god or something. Greek maybe. Celtic, one of the old ones intent on ruining men.

No, Chuck, no shit. Raleigh's packing it in, if anything.

He drops his hands to the floor on either side of Chuck to give him balance as he slowly pushes himself inside inch by inch, a low groan dragged from his lips.

And oh, he plans on ruining you, Chuck -- even more than he's ruined you already.

...That's. Great. Thank you. Chuck appreciates that.

Chuck hooks a leg around the back of Raleigh's thighs, sagging back against the floor. He hasn't felt this full in a long time--bigger dicks aside. Different kind of full.

Well, you know.

Raleigh adjusts there with him, gets his hands on Chuck's legs, hips rocking, thrusting himself home with a shuddered sigh.

Fuck, home.

That's exactly what Chuck is.

Chuck groans out, head tilting back as he offers himself to Raleigh, hips working with his. He whispers his name, sliding both hands through his hair now and bringing him in for a hungry kiss.

--and that's. That's when Raleigh's phone starts buzzing.

"Fuck," he pants, tightening his grip in his hair.

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