This is a Muck AU set in modern times. Enjoy!
Radioactive
Chuck stepped outside and sighed in relief as the cool night air hit him. The café was closed and he was officially done for the day. Finally he was able to have his first cigarette of the night. He took out the half empty pack from the pocket of his dark green jacket and pulled one of the long slim cigarettes from it. He placed it in his mouth and returned the pack to his jacket and then he took out the small book of matches in the back pocket of his black jeans.
"Only one left," he said sadly, sliding open the book. He ripped off the last match and struck it across the striker strip on the back. The familiar scent of a burning match filled his nose. Chuck tilted his head to the side and clasped the little flame to the front end of the cigarette. He inhaled a few times to help the fire catch on the cigarette and then exhaled with a relieved sigh as the tension left Chuck's body as the nicotine entered his system. Chuck took the cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand and then shook the match until it blew out.
Still reveling in the calming effect of the cigarette Chuck walked away from the café's employee entrance and over to the street corner. Chuck stamped his feet twice as he waited for the crosswalk to turn green. He squealed and jumped when he felt someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "What the fuck?" He swore throwing his arm up in defense. He was ready to curse out whoever it was that touched him, but his next words died on his lips as his spun to face the stranger. Chuck's breath left him as he stared at the most gorgeous man he had ever seen in his life. The guy was about the same height as him with rich tan skin and the perfect shade of chestnut brown hair that swept over his brows.
"Excuse me, but could I bum a light?" the man asked, his voice was smooth and confident.
Chuck felt like an ugly spotted blond duck as the man's piercing dark eyes looked him up and down.
"I'd really appreciate it," he added with a friendly grin.
"I'm, I'm sorry I just used my last match," he replied nervously brushing the hair out of his eyes.
"Oh, you don't carry a lighter?"
"No."
"Why not?" The man asked curiously.
Despite himself Chuck blushed. "Well, the last one I had had a leak and soaked my pants so no more plastic lighters for me."
"Yeah, I probably wouldn't carry them either," the tan stranger laughed.
Chuck grinned around the cigarette.
"Well, I guess there is no other choice," the brunet said causally and before Chuck could protest the man reached out and cupped the sides of Chuck's head in his hands.
His eyes widened and he put his arms close to his body in fear. He felt the cigarette jut against his lips slightly and opened his eyes to see that the man had pressed the tips of their cigarettes together and inhaled, igniting his cigarette with Chuck's flame.
"Thanks for the light," the man thanked after he released Chuck's face.
"Uh, no problem."
"Maybe I'll see you around, Blondie," the stranger suggested as smoke exhaled through his nose.
Chuck numbly nodded his head and watched silently as the stranger continued down the street, his mouth hung open and his cigarette fell to the ground as he remained frozen there, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He closed his eyes and focused on the heat of the man's touch on his cheeks and then swore under his breath; knowing that his life would never be the same again.