Chapter Text
SIX MONTHS LATER
"Chuck?"
"Mm?"
The bloke's breath caught. "Why did the phrase 'drop you like a sack of kaiju shit' just occur to me? In your voice?"
"Oi, fuck, really? You remember now, with your cock in my mouth?"
"Seriously, were there finger guns? I don't see you as a finger gun kind of guy."
"Jesus. Christ." Chuck looked down at the evidence that he'd been doing such a good job and sighed. "I reckon it was nice whilst it lasted."
Raleigh Becket, always and forever a wanker, smirked down at him, flushed and sweaty and madly beautiful. "You really think finger guns override your blowjob skills?"
He couldn't help himself. He grinned. "Guess that depends on how strongly you feel about finger guns."
Blue eyes darkened. "Did I tell you to stop?"
Running his hands up gorgeous thighs, he slowly shook his head. "No."
He loved it when the bloke caught his breath like that. "Then don't."
So he didn't. Simple as that.
THE END