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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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"For me, yeah." He nips and sits up, grasping Raleigh's hand as he leans forward to eat a little. "Come on, put something in your stomach, Ray," he tugs on his hand lazily. He'll cuddle him later.

So many cuddles.

Dammit Chuck. It's hard to eat macaroni when all he wants to do is swallow that cock.

But he leans forward because he's been drinking and he's starving and that's not a good combo, and picks up a fork and eats right out of the pot, since Chuck decided they didn't need plates.

He's gotta wonder what Herc is gonna think when Chuck walks in with a ring.

That is, if he doesn't decide to spend the rest of his time in Raleigh's house.

They can fuck later. All night.

And yeah, Chuck'll be home for at least a little while. And he's going to tell Herc right off, he wants his dad to be happy for him.

And he's not letting to of Raleigh's hand while they eat, sticking their forks directly into the pot because they're adults and don't have to obey stupid rules.

You can count on Chuck getting fucked all goddamn night.

It's awkward to hold hands and eat but Raleigh can't help but keep staring at that hand, staring at the white and yellow gold band that's around his finger, and marveling at the fact that he just somehow got fucking engaged.

Jesus, he's gonna fill Yancy's unconscious brain with so much tomorrow.

Maybe the information overload will be enough to wake him up.

Hooray!

Chuck can't stop pausing every bite to look at the ring and grin. Apparently dating Raleigh for several years has turned him into a bit of a romantic. He's not really sure how he's going to break the news to Herc; maybe he'll just put it in the paper as a wedding announcement and wait for the shout.

That seems like a monumentally bad idea.

Raleigh approves.

Speaking of, he's finished eating, setting his fork aside, and pouncing Chuck, pinning him to the couch and cupping his jaw with a smile.

Chuck laughs as he's pinned, arm going across his back and kissing him back wide and eager.

"You promised to fuck me," he whispers into his mouth. "Hard and thorough in front of the fire." He rolls his hips slowly, sliding a leg around th back of his thighs and sucking on his lower lip.

Raleigh grins against his lips, wriggles his hands underneath Chuck and pulls back, lifting Chuck with him, dragging him up to pull him around the coffee table and towards the rug in front of his fireplace.

"And I will, babe," he murmurs, keeping his arms around Chuck, his mouth slotted to his. Chuck tastes like cheese and macaroni and it's fucking amazing, it's awesome and Raleigh could kiss him forever.

There's cheese and wine on their breath and Chuck can't get enough of it.

He's pushing his hands under Raleigh's clothes, ring still cold and sliding up Raleigh's torso. They're stretched out in front of the fire and Chuck is kissing down the side of his neck and up the other side, humming slowly over his skin and pushing up his clothes up.

Raleigh's pulling at his clothes and Chuck's in turn - he can't get them naked fast enough.

He moves to pin Chuck down and he catches that left hand in his, thumbing over the ring and skin and he kisses it, squeezes it and lets go and pulls his shirt up over his head and flings it away from the fire before he fumbles at his pants.

"And you're still beautiful," Chuck groans, almost complaining as he reaches for Raleigh's waist, pulling him closer.

He presses his mouth to the middle of his chest, mouthing and tasting Raleigh's skin and reacquainting himself with his torso.

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.

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