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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 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.

HE's about to start pounding Chuck mercilessly into the floor because godammit, those hands in his har.

Bit then his phone is buzzing and his eyes are opening, hips slowing down as he starts to grope for the phone.

Chuck whines when Raleigh answers the phone, even mutters a 'leave it' before pressing his face into his neck because--yeah. Of course he needs to answer it.

.....but godfuckingdammit he is still inside of Chuck and he's moving and Chuck's brain is kind of dribbling out of his ears.

He thinks about not answering. He's balls deep inside of Chuck and this is the first time they've really fucked in years and he doesn't want to stop. Doesn't even pull out when he fumbles with the phone and picks it up.

His hips are still absently moving when he speaks, but he stops immediately, eyes sharpening in the light of the fireplace.

"What?"

Whoever is on the phone repeats what they're saying and Raleigh's pulling free of Chuck and scrambling up, eyes wide.

"Send a cab. I'll be there soon. No, I can't drive--just send a fucking taxi!"

He ends the call and tosses the phone and grabs at his clothes, tossing Chuck his.

"C'mon. We gotta get to the hospital. Yancy moved."

He sort of lays sprawled there for a second before Raleigh's words penetrate (hah) and then he's pulling his clothes on a little awkwardly.

"Time for a quick cold shower?" he asks a little bitterly--He knows, he knows how important he is he does which is why he's not objecting to stopping now, to high-tailing it over to the hospital.

It doesn't mean his body's not aching, not crying out for Raleigh's touch. For his dick back inside him no no he's all right he's cool he just needs to cool off.

Raleigh feels bad, really -- he does and he looks guiltily over at Chuck and nods. Yeah, they've got time for that - a quick one, anyway.

And maybe once they're in the shower Raleigh will jerk him off, because he knows that this isn't fair and Chuck is being spectacularly good about it.

There's time before the cab comes, at least.

And if he were a better person he'd probably push Raleigh's hand off and tell him he doesn't need to but he's drunk and horny and stupid and he's leaning into him with a desperate whimper and reaching to jerk him off in return, mouth against his shoulder.

It's just some quick relief before getting dressed proper--even if they're going to be freezing as soon as they get outside and into the cab.

It's okay. Raleigh's drunk and horny too and he's glad that Chuck's giving him a hand job in return and when he comes it's with a shudder and a whimper of Chuck's name and it's you, it's always been you.

By the time they're out the cab is outside and honking and Raleigh's dragging Chuck along with him.

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