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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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"A little."

He presses his palms to Raleigh's shoulders. He wants, he wants so much he's aching. "Raleigh." He murmurs his name against his mouth and kisses him again, teeth scraping over his lower lip.

People pass, glance over and keep going -- seems like they're having a 'moment' and no one wants to break up something that Raleigh might actually have going for him.

(even if this may, in fact, not be good - might be the worst thing in the world, but whatever.)

"Shh."

Raleigh's not sorry, not at all and maybe Chuck's just saying that, because he's kissing Raleigh again, saying his name and Raleigh knows he's in so much trouble, he's lost again in Chuck and he just--

kisses him again, spreads his palms on Chuck's back, keeps him close, warmth settling around his heart.

He's sorry. But not because he doesn't want to kiss Raleigh, he's sorry for the pain this is likely to cause the both of them.

But oh, dammit, Raleigh feels good and all he wants to do is press him and kiss him and maybe get out of the snow. And it's going to hurt so much so soon.

And Chuck is considering going home with Raleigh that night and someone should probably intervene.

If anyone intervenes Raleigh is going to punch them in the nose.

"Come home with me," he murmurs quietly, lips still brushing against Chuck's. "Please. Just for tonight."

Fair enough.

"...really, really shouldn't," he mumbles, leaning into him and rubbing the back of Raleigh's neck.

"Please," he says again, drawing Chuck tighter, closer. Fuck, it's an awful idea but Raleigh needs him, wants him and he kisses him again and again, mouth nothing from lips to ear where his breath is warm on cold skin.

"I'll light a fire...remember the fireplace? I'll fuck you slow, thorough, right in front of it...so deep, Chuck. Let me love you, please."

Raleigh's words send a shudder through Chuck and he can't stop the faint moan as he leans into Raleigh.

"So...bad an idea..."

But he remembers Raleigh fucking him in front of the fire, remembers the warmth and the filth and the soft laughter and he wants. "Twist my arm," he growls, nipping lightly.

"I know."

It is, it is but oh, Raleigh wants him so badly he can taste it - literally. His mouth occupies Chuck's, tongue licking it's way back in easily, swallowing that growl and muffling it with a quiet moan, hips rocking against his. He's hard - painfully so - and he clutches at Chuck like he's going to fall without him.

"We'll snag a whole gallon of this wine," he tells him, backing Chuck up against the table. "Take it back, drink in front of the fire and then I'll swallow you whole, make you feel fucking amazing..."

He's already grabbing under the table, picking up a bottle and sliding it in his jacket.

"Lets get outta here."

Chuck growls quietly and sticks a hand in Raleigh's pocket, up against his side and following him closely.

"I don't think either of us are good to drive," he breathes into his ear, nuzzling his neck gently, and he's doing this before he can think, before he can talk either of them out of this. "Wanna walk?" Or is it too far to keep their hands off of each other, too far to not sober up and change a mind on the doorstep?

"Cab," he decides, rolling against Chuck before kissing him again, teeth nipping at his lip.

It's easy, really - Raleigh knows a lot of people and a quick text later and they'll have a cab in five.

"Quicker. C'mon, babe."

He's going to climb into the back of the cab and practically into Raleigh's lap.

It's a mistake, it's one of the bigger mistakes he's made in the past few years it he can't seem to stop, and Raleigh is so warm and familiar under him and it's not as though he ever stopped loving him.

And he's murmuring it against Raleigh's mouth, "I love you," in a desperate whimper, holding onto Raleigh. "Never stopped, fuck." Well maybe once or twice, when he was angry and hurt and alone.

Raleigh's gonna pull Chuck into his lap and ignore his buddy who happens to be driving them (he's averting his eyes, so at least they're not being gaped at) in favor of clinging to Chuck, clutching the fabric of his jacket and kissing him, inhaling the meaning behind the kiss, behind the words.

"I love you," he breathes, "so fucking much. Christ, I need you--"

Raleigh never stopped loving Chuck. Even through all the hurt and pain and the loneliness, he never stopped.

It's not a long drive - Mike the driver seems to sense the urgency and he drops them off at Raleighs door and doesn't bother charging them, and Raleigh helps Chuck out, clutching at his hand and lacing their fingers together as he brings him inside.

Chuck's too distracted, sorry cab driver. He'll hit you up later.

He's got a tight hold on Raleigh's hand as he follows him in. There's something he needs to remember, but he's taking off the borrowed gloves and peeling himself out if his coat. He'll remember it soon.

...and indeed, it's coming to him as he drops his coat and pulls Raleigh into his arms again, pressing his mouth to the corner of his jaw. "We're drunk," he mumbles into his skin. "We've been drinking and you're--in a really bad place--" his words would hold more weight if he wasn't kissing down his neck.

Raleigh sets the bottle he snagged down and drops his jacket as well, arms immediately going back around Chuck, hands dragging up his back to slide into his hair.

"Should we stop?" He asks, breathless, head tipping back as Chuck's lips dampen the skin of his neck, Raleigh's fingers digging into his back.

He doesn't want to stop.

He doesn't want to let go.

He wants to guide Chuck into the cozy den, put him on the couch, and light a fight, and make slow, desperate, passionate love to him right in front of it.

They're moving to the den slowly, kissing and touching and shuffling. Mostly shuffling.

Chuck is kissing down his neck and sucking on the hollow of his throat. He's shuddering under his fingers and pressing desperately against him. "Mprobably," he mumbles, pushing Raleigh down on the couch and leaning down to keep kissing his neck and jaw and mouth.

He'll let Raleigh up to light the fire in a moment.

Raleigh finds himself pushed down on the couch with Chuck in his lap and God fucking dammit he is so conflicted because really, Chuck's right, they shouldn't do this, they've been drinking and it's a terrible idea and what if Chuck's mad in the morning?

It's all kind of negated though; Chuck's kissing all over his neck and jaw and his mouth and Raleigh's losing himself in it, hands wandering, pushing at Chuck's shirt, bunching it up to slide his hands underneath, fingers still cool from the outside air.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers against Chuck's skin, cheek pressing to his temple as his eyes close and the room spins cheerfully, "and I will."

Oh dang Raleigh those hands are cold and Chuck jumps a little at the chill, huffing against his mouth in disapproval.

"I don't want you to," he nearly whines, tucking his head under his chin for the moment. He's hard and he wants and he--

...is cold. "Wanna build a fire?" He mutters quietly. It'll give them time to think which isn't good, maybe time to sober up, also possibly not good. Chuck kind of wants to stay in this haze of drunk and lust where everything is a good idea and he doesn't have to think too hard.

Chuck's little jump has him chuckling, pressing his mouth in close to help muffle the bitching and it really is like a few years back, like nothing's changed, like they still laugh and argue and fuck and laugh some more.

"Yeah." He withdraws his hands, still smiling, and gives Chuck a brief little kiss.

"There's more wine, if you want it."

He's going to have another cup.

Chuck slides out of his lap, hand lingering on his waist and grinning crookedly.

"Yeah, maybe. Are we sober enough to handle fire?"

They could have this, they could be this for one more night. Chuck should leave. He wants to stay, he wants to stay so badly but it would be better for them both if he left and soon. Before any mistakes were had.

He snorts a little laugh and turns to face Chuck properly, smile on his face, spreading slow and steady like a sunrise.

"Yeah. Gonna just -- throw a couple of those burn logs on, y'know? Regular wood is all wet from the snow."

....he can't go anywhere tonight. Not in the face of that smile.

"All right." He leans over to unlace his boots and kick them off. He's in for the night.

"You do that, I get the wine? Maybe something to eat?"

"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."

He blinks, inclines his head to hear what Raleigh has to say. And smiles, slow and shy and a little fond.

"I want you to too," he assures Raleigh in a low voice, leaning in to brush a kiss to the side of his mouth. "...but good. Thanks." He doesn't want them to wake up with regrets either, as much as he wants to climb into Raleigh's lap and ride him.

He gently presses their foreheads together gives him a brief smile, then drops a kiss to his forehead before he leaves Chuck to go grab a few logs out of the garage.

There's some food in the kitchen if Chuck pokes around, but not really a lot. There's glasses for their wine, water bottles in the fridge. He's been eating, though it's obviously been only recently that he's remembered to start buying groceries.

Way way back in the cupboard Chuck finds a box of macaroni and cheese. It's pretty perfect drunk food, easy to make and easy to eat. He sets a pot to boil and pours them each a glass of wine.

"Do you think we should microwave those?" He calls out, squinting at the wine glasses.

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