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They've landed in Hong Kong, and Chuck's seen the 'great' Raleigh Becket for the first time in years, and Chuck

Chuck needs a drink.

So yeah, he's grabbing Jax and dragging him out to a bar. The weirdo scientists' predictions for the next event are in enough time for him to get wasted and get over the hangover, so he is taking fucking advantage of that. He needs beer and he needs to rant at someone who isn't all fucking gaga over the has-been, and Jax is perfect for that. Even if he could be his twin.

"He can't be th only surviving mark three pilot," he's muttering into his third pint.

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The issue is that he is interested... but his kid... he doesn't know whether Abel is dead or alive. That was the main concern.

Still, he looks up to Chuck. "I'm sorry."

Yeah. Chuck wouldn't ask him to stop looking for his kid even if he wanted to. And he's pretty sure he comes as a package deal with Tara.

...and that sounds pretty final and Chuck's pulling away, face going flat. Why'd he even say all that shit to Chuck if he wasn't--but. "Okay," he says again, stiffer.

A slight frown there. Because, what?

"...Did I say something wrong?" Because he's sobered enough with the confession that he can notice that.

Yeah and Chuck is drunk enough to misunderstand a lot of what's happening right now.

"You..." Ugh Jax why did you have to wait until supreme alcohols happened to bring any of this up. "You said I'm sorry, like, you're sorry you want to move on but not with me," he manages, scrubbing a hand through his hair again.

"Is that...?" No?

"Is this about Tara?" Jax never brought her up, but he knows Chuck has snooped through his records.

And Chuck twitches.

"Well it wasn't." Yeah okay well he's felt responsible for Jax ever since he found his arse washed up on shore so he might've taken a peek at his records.

"You just said you were trying to move on from her?" He didn't misunderstand that part, did he?

"Yeah, but..." A pause. "I know where she is. We've talked. She moved on, got married, had another kid. We're done."

He moves forward, putting a hand on Chuck's shoulder. "You're all I really have." All he really wants, if he's honest with himself.

That

that's really good to hear. Chuck's shoulders relax and he steps into Jax's space, hands at his waist. "I thought you were looking for her and Abel," he admits quietly. "Like you could get your family back."

And jesus but he wants to hear that. "You can't say that shit if you don't mean it," he says, voice lower and fiercer. He's sobering up too as this goes on, and he almost wishes he could stay drunk for it. It's not that he doesn't believe Jax, it's that he wants to too much.

"I'm looking for Abel. He's not Tara's." It's as simple as that.

He stepps closer into Chuck's arms. "Then let me prove it." And leans in to kiss him on the lips.

That is a giant fucking weight off.

Chuck's hoping none of this is alcohol-fueled or. That Jax isn't going to remember any of this in the morning or.
Because he's sliding his arms around his waist and kissing him back, sucking lightly against his lower lip.

Despite the taste of whisky and beer on his lips, Jax is dead sober. He means this.

Chuck gets pushed backwards into the wall of the alley as Jax presses himself up against him.

Good because Chuck is going to remind him in the morning and if he gets an unfavorable response he is going to be cranky.

For now he lets Jax push him against the wall, hands bunching in his shirt to hold him closer. There might be a bit of a grin against Jax's mouth.

Causing Jax to grin and pull away slightly. "Don't do that, you'll make me laugh." before going back in for seconds.

"Big bad biker's a little ticklish?" Chuck smirks and tightens his grip on his shirt.

Not that it's going to stop him kissing Jax some more and maybe slide his hands fully around his waist.

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