There're things he wants to say, reasons he didn't wait for him or what he did in the years between losing Raleigh and finding Sam or ask Raleigh questions--but not now.
Now all he wants to do is sink against Raleigh, fingers sliding up against the inside of his thighs and along the crease of his arse, and make absolutely sure he's still there.
As though Chuck could stop himself right now, could stop from pressing his fingers into Raleigh as he whines and squirms desperately. He's going slow, despite his own desperation, still unfamiliar with Raleigh's body.
"Yeah," he purrs, shifting so he's between his legs. "Yeah," he breathes, sliding his fingers out of Raleigh and slicking his cock up, leaning forward to nudge the head against him.
The sudden lack of fingers inside of him makes him suck in a breath, but the press of Chuck's dick has him alert and waiting, fingers digging into his sheets.
Chuck finally takes pity on his human and slides--presses--into him, sliding his fingers into his hair with both hands and pulling slowly as he pushes in.
Raleigh groans, breathing coming noisily through his nose, eyes
squeezing shut as he revels in the sensation of having Chuck inside of him
and slowly filling him up, inch by inch. It's that final joining puzzle
piece connecting together, and he feels complete for the first time in a
very, very long time.
"God," he breathes, cracking his eyes, smiling dizzily up at him, "'s
like...coming home."
He bottoms out and tilts his head to the side as he struggles to breath even (he wants to fuck Raleigh slow and hard into his crappy mattress but he's going slow, a habit he hasn't quite broken yet).
"You're home," he informs him, leaning in to kiss him as he rocks his hips into him a little deeper. It's why he came back. It's why he found him. It's why it hurt so much when he didn't come back for years.
"I love you," he tells him again, getting a better rhythm into Raleigh as he leans forward, murmurs it again against his lips. Raleigh's his home, he could stay here he could travel and Chuck would follow, Chuck would find him.
"Love you too," he whines, eyes closing, taking and giving back, hands
smoothing up and down Chuck's back, body trembling. It's still chilly in
the room but there's a faint sheen of sweat beading up on Raleigh's skin
and his breath is ocming in heavy gasps, fingers pressing and dimpling
against Chuck's skin.
Chuck ducks his head to lick a stripe of that sheen of sweat on his neck, hips bucking into Raleigh as he gathers speed, fucking him with more purpose and surety.
Raleigh's beautiful under him and Chuck tells him that, murmuring against his skin and against his mouth.
Chuck tells him that he's beautiful, that he loves him and Raleigh clutches
him tighter, holds him closer and begs him to never let go, never leave
him. He adores him, he's loved him for years and he's so fucking
sorry he didn't come back sooner.
Doesn't matter now; they're together, they're right here in Raleigh's
shitty apartment and they're lost in one another and maybe...they'll never
have to worry about being permanenetly seperated again.
Chuck wants Raleigh to shut up about the apologies, he did so much for Chuck when he found him again there's no more debt between them because they're here, they're together and if anything tries to keep them apart Chuck will tear it apart with his hands and his teeth.
Chuck'll stay here with Raleigh or they'll go someplace else or they'll go their separate ways for a time but they'll always come back.
He fists his hands in Raleigh's hair and kisses him hungrily as he lets go, fucking him into the crappy little bed with huffed groans beetween their lips.
They'll always come back. It's a promise now, sealed with kisses and
panted breathes and desperate pleas. Raleigh cannot bear to lose Chuck
again but will be at ease and content in knowing Chuck has his freedom but
will return to Raleigh every time. Maybe he will buy a boat, sail
the world, trail after the pod. Maybe he'll set up camp somewhere warm,
relax in the sun until Chuck rejoins him and showers him with kisses and
affection and adoration.
Chuck fucks into him and Raleigh bucks up against him, hips crashing
against one another, his shout muffled by Chuck's lips when he's dragged
closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink, waiting to be shoved
over and into oblivion.
Both all of it yes yes, Chuck wants to go to sleep in his arms and wake up on top of him sharing space and sharing air and all of it all of it.
He shudders and presses kisses to Raleigh's mouth, hand pushing between their bodies as he feels himself getting closer, he wants to drag Raleigh along with him.
He'll have no trouble dragging Raleigh along with him; Raleigh hooks his
legs around Chucks waist, thrusts up, gets him to drive deeper inside of
him, getting friction against his aching cock.
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Now all he wants to do is sink against Raleigh, fingers sliding up against the inside of his thighs and along the crease of his arse, and make absolutely sure he's still there.
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Later. When they're sated and sprawled in bed, tangled up and sticky.
Ask then.
Now, Raleigh's shivering and squirming, pressing against Chuck's hands with a low whine.
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When Chuck finally presses fingers into him Raleigh exhales a sigh, muscles tensing then relaxing around Chuck's hand. He feels good, so fucking good.
"More--"
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"More?"
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You just want to hear him beg, don't you, Chuck Hansen.
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But you know. Not only. "You sound so beautiful," he mumbles, spreading his fingers inside of him.
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God, so rude.
"Y-yeah?" He gasps, twitching under those fingers, wriggling, pressign agaisnt them, seeking more.
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"Yeah," he purrs, shifting so he's between his legs. "Yeah," he breathes, sliding his fingers out of Raleigh and slicking his cock up, leaning forward to nudge the head against him.
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The sudden lack of fingers inside of him makes him suck in a breath, but the press of Chuck's dick has him alert and waiting, fingers digging into his sheets.
"Please--"
Oh God, no more teasing please please.
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"Yes," he agrees, mouth over Raleigh's.
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Raleigh groans, breathing coming noisily through his nose, eyes squeezing shut as he revels in the sensation of having Chuck inside of him and slowly filling him up, inch by inch. It's that final joining puzzle piece connecting together, and he feels complete for the first time in a very, very long time.
"God," he breathes, cracking his eyes, smiling dizzily up at him, "'s like...coming home."
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"You're home," he informs him, leaning in to kiss him as he rocks his hips into him a little deeper. It's why he came back. It's why he found him. It's why it hurt so much when he didn't come back for years.
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"So're you," he whines, hands reaching, gripping, looping around Chuck and keeping him close.
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"Love you too," he whines, eyes closing, taking and giving back, hands smoothing up and down Chuck's back, body trembling. It's still chilly in the room but there's a faint sheen of sweat beading up on Raleigh's skin and his breath is ocming in heavy gasps, fingers pressing and dimpling against Chuck's skin.
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Raleigh's beautiful under him and Chuck tells him that, murmuring against his skin and against his mouth.
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Chuck tells him that he's beautiful, that he loves him and Raleigh clutches him tighter, holds him closer and begs him to never let go, never leave him. He adores him, he's loved him for years and he's so fucking sorry he didn't come back sooner.
Doesn't matter now; they're together, they're right here in Raleigh's shitty apartment and they're lost in one another and maybe...they'll never have to worry about being permanenetly seperated again.
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Chuck'll stay here with Raleigh or they'll go someplace else or they'll go their separate ways for a time but they'll always come back.
He fists his hands in Raleigh's hair and kisses him hungrily as he lets go, fucking him into the crappy little bed with huffed groans beetween their lips.
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They'll always come back. It's a promise now, sealed with kisses and panted breathes and desperate pleas. Raleigh cannot bear to lose Chuck again but will be at ease and content in knowing Chuck has his freedom but will return to Raleigh every time. Maybe he will buy a boat, sail the world, trail after the pod. Maybe he'll set up camp somewhere warm, relax in the sun until Chuck rejoins him and showers him with kisses and affection and adoration.
Chuck fucks into him and Raleigh bucks up against him, hips crashing against one another, his shout muffled by Chuck's lips when he's dragged closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink, waiting to be shoved over and into oblivion.
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He shudders and presses kisses to Raleigh's mouth, hand pushing between their bodies as he feels himself getting closer, he wants to drag Raleigh along with him.
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He'll have no trouble dragging Raleigh along with him; Raleigh hooks his legs around Chucks waist, thrusts up, gets him to drive deeper inside of him, getting friction against his aching cock.
"Please--"