[ Even beyond the fact that he's getting a handjob and so this in no way counts as a loss for Raleigh, Raleigh was never going to win a fight against Chuck with Chuck's hand down his pants, anyway, so he just makes an appropriately impatient noise in the back of his throat and closes his hand around Chuck's dick.
You're fucking irritating, Hansen.
And one of them is wearing too many clothes, but Raleigh doesn't want to shove Chuck away to take them off just yet -- relatively speaking -- so all he does is loosen his fist, setting up a steady pace, nice and easy. ] You don't think I should be asking you? [ He grins, feeling Chuck's mouth move against his ear. ] Got hard so fast, wouldn't surprise me if it's been awhile.
[ Holy fuck he wasn't expected Raleigh to reciprocate -- not at all. If anything, he was waiting on a punch to the jaw or a shove and an indignant get the fuck off me but that
has yet to happen.
Quite the opposite, actually. Raleigh's slid his hand right down into Chuck's pants without a lot of hesitation and it makes him huff a breath of surprise across Raleigh's skin, heat ghosting over his ear.
His free hand twists in Raleigh's shirt, keeps them close, sort of pressed together but with enough room between them to keep stroking, pumping -- keep dragging stuttered breaths out of one another. ]
[ They need to work on your communication issues, Chuck, because if Raleigh recalls correctly, he'd asked for Chuck.
Raleigh's given and received handjobs on the Wall -- impersonal and methodical, with the intent on getting both parties off as soon as possible --
This could be like that.
It'd be easier to deal with the after if it was like that, but Christ, Chuck's complicating even this. There's a shudder in Raleigh's breath when he sighs, arching up away from the wall so he can give more slack into his pants, get them looser around his hips for Chuck to work around.
Chuck strokes him, making Raleigh twitch, little shocks of pleasure blooming low in his belly as his knee jerks, jostling against Chuck's. It's not as -- it could be better if it wasn't only skin and dry friction, so Raleigh makes another rough, impatient noise, tugging Chuck's hand away from his dick to lick his palm, getting it wet. He lets go of Chuck's wrist with a half-hearted glare -- half-hearted, because Chuck's posturing is not nearly as irritating as it is amusing when Raleigh's got a hand around Chuck's dick. ]
I never agreed to that. [ Mild, as if they're discussing the weather. ]
[ Chuck complicates literally everything - sometimes he doesn't mean to, sometimes he does. This time, it's a combination of both and when Raleigh's tongue smoothes over his palm his breath hitches, he presses closer and swallows, fingers curling tighter in Raleigh's shirt. ]
Don't be a dick, Ray, [ he drawls, dropping his spit slickened hand back to his cock, ] Otherwise, I'm not gonna suck you off.
[ The implication - offer? hard to say - is there, and the heat pooling in Chuck's core flares a little even as he tips his head and nips at Raleigh's ear. ]
[ It hurts when his head knocks back against the wall, but Raleigh just groans through his teeth and shuts his eyes until the sparks go away --
-- Oh.
Raleigh grins, because this keeps getting better. He puts a twist in the movement of his fingers right up under the head of Chuck's cock, dragging his thumb over the slit on the way down. He's working on a reward system. ]
Right, [ he says, obviously trying to keep his voice steady and not quite succeeding -- cracking on the edge, Chuck's teeth at his ear, Raleigh's mouth catching on the small scratch of stubble at the corner of Chuck's jaw where he's missed a spot shaving -- ] because that would be a real loss.
[ Raleigh's mouth is really close to Chuck's and it'd take...just a quick movement to make this a whole lot more complicated and a light twitch has Raleigh about an inch closer, lips brushing just there, against the corner of Chuck's mouth.
A mouth that's grinning widely, lips twisted into a half smirk, half sneer. ]
Fuck yeah, it would be. When's the last time you had someone on your dick that knew what they were doing?
[ Yeah, he's noticed -- noticing. Chuck twitches like he wants Raleigh to, and all it'd take for that to happen is Raleigh ducking his head a little more --
-- it's not as complicated as Chuck makes it out to be. Raleigh's always had less of a reason than Chuck has to stop himself, anyway. ]
Last time, [ Raleigh says, low and almost right against Chuck's cheek, his flush warm on his mouth; you ask an awful lot of questions about Raleigh's sex life, Chuck. ] we were in a bedroom.
[ Raleigh tilts his head in, feels Chuck's mouth against his lips, and nips at the shape of it with his teeth -- kissing, just barely. ] You got one of those, Hansen?
[ He's growling against Raleigh's mouth, lips brushing, a shudder running through his body when Raleigh's teeth drag over tender flesh. ]
Of course I have a bedroom.
[ And -- fuck you Raleigh, this is incredibly complicated and strange and hot and everything else and you know what, he's gonna just --
finish the job, push in the rest of the way, abandoning Raleigh's dick for now (sorry, he'll get back to it eventually - promise) and crush their mouths together in a punishing kiss, tongue swiping over Raleigh's lower lip before demanding access past. He wants to map him out and explore him, lose himself in it, and Becket is here and not leaving and so that means it's reciprocated, right?
[ That was a RHETORICAL QUESTION, CHUCK, oh my god.
Not that Raleigh's bothered.
Raleigh's laugh falls out of him as a groan, mouth opening up for Chuck, breathing hard into him, and if Chuck's forgotten his dick, Raleigh definitely hasn't. He's rocking his hips down, now, dick pressing against the jut of Chuck's hip while Chuck's rubs against his stomach; Raleigh's stroking him in tight, slow tugs, blood-hot air trapped between his skin and Raleigh's clothes, making the rest of him feel cold where Chuck's not touching him.
It's -- not unwelcome, but -- good.
Raleigh's smiling, a little unsure, but bright-eyed. ] So finish the tour. [ His voice's gone all shaky, but Chuck's is too; Raleigh hopes he hasn't noticed. ]
[ God, fuck Raleigh Becket. Chuck hasn't wanted a person this much in his whole goddamn life and now that he does, it has to be this shithead.
Of course it does.
He's not completely sure why Raleigh's laughing but Chuck intends to shut him the fuck up with his mouth; his tongue flicks against Raleigh's almost angrily, almost a kind of threat -- stop fucking laughing or I'll give you a goddamn reason to be quiet.
But no, he's talking, still asking fucking questions and Chuck wants to either kiss him again (he tastes good and he smells good too, like...like leather and oil and steel) or punch him, so he settles for something in between - another hard kiss and a shake to his shoulder. ]
C'mon. This way.
[ He's pulling away - because Raleigh asked him to, lets not forget that - but he's grabbing Raleigh's arm, pulling him off the wall, guiding him down the hall until he's nudging him into Chuck's bedroom which--
[ He's laughing because you're funny, Chuck, and he likes you (today), not least of all how Chuck's making him feel, physically warm all over like he hasn't been since --
-- the threat in Chuck's kiss isn't completely lost on him, so Raleigh shuts up. There's the beginnings of a hot flush that starts on Chuck's face and spills down his neck; Raleigh drags himself away from Chuck's lips to follow that heat down the soft skin under Chuck's jaw with his mouth, sucking a mark there.
Chuck smells of burnt copper -- from working down at Jaeger assembly, maybe. ]
Yeah--
[ Raleigh releases Chuck with another kiss, hard and off-angle, and follows where Chuck's dragging him into the bedroom.
The room is bare, stripped clean, not at all like Raleigh's mess and picture collections; he'd think on this a little longer than he does now, but there are more pressing things on his mind that require his full attention.
Raleigh uses the momentum of the arm Chuck's got a hold on to push Chuck towards the bed, crowding him up close against the edge; when the back of Chuck's knees've hit the mattress, Raleigh sets to work on pulling his sweater over his head. ]
Edited 2013-10-28 20:06 (UTC)
poo wop poo wooop in the stiiiiiill of the niiiight
[ He doesn't expect all of this; the most he thought he'd get out of this once he realized that it was gonna be more than a quick flash or an awkward dick measuring was maybe a fast hand job to get each other off.
Now though? Now he's being nudged towards his own damn bed until it bumps the back of his knees and he's sitting down hard, staring up at Raleigh and watching him peel that sweater off, Chuck's mouth hanging open. ]
Jesus--
[ Raleigh godammit are you fucking photoshopped? That really isn't fair, he's like a washboard with that 8-pack and while Chuck's not fat or anything he doesn't look like that.
Christ.
Doesn't stop him from reaching out and gripping at the waistband of Raleigh's pants though -- and it doesn't stop him from letting go and smoothing up the planes of Raleigh's stomach, wanting to just
[ Expressing some of those expectations would've been an enormous help in clearing things up for Raleigh. Chuck's offer had been as innocent as it could be given the context, but Raleigh'd believed then that Chuck was giving him some sort of incredibly awkward offer of sex from the get-go; it was hard to see how Chuck hadn't wanted this open as an option.
But, Jesus. Chuck can't actually be that innocent. If there were ever a chance that Raleigh would be sober and grave like Chuck apparently wants him to be, it's flown right out the window.
The sweater hits the floor with a muffled sound, crumpling, and now Raleigh's nudging Chuck back with a hand on his chest until Raleigh's got enough room to straddle him, knees on either side of Chuck's thighs -- skin sliding together, finally bare. ]
It was getting pretty stuffy, [ he says, teasing, being shitty and douchey about this like he normally isn't. Raleigh frames Chuck's face in both hands, thumbing at Chuck's cheekbones; he's leaning down to chase his mouth now, pressing a smile against the corners of it, the curve of Chuck's lower lip as he speaks. ] Hope you don't mind.
[ ... And Chuck can grope him later, and he'll indulge him then, but there are things to do now. Raleigh's sort of flying in blind, but Chuck's making all the choices relatively simple for him. ]
[ Fuck off, BEcket. It's not like you had a lot of shame, offering yourself like that. Chuck hadn't expected an open offer of 'here, stick your hand down my pants and feel my goddamn dick', okay.
But he's not complaining.
Instead, a bloom of color spreads over his face and chest and he growls at Raleigh through the kisses and fuck, the way he frames Chuck's face, it's confusing, like it's tender or gentle or some shit and it stirs weird things in him and he's torn between shoving Raleigh off, biting him to roughen it up, or returning it. He ends up doing none of the above and instead Answers him, running his mouth because that's what Chuck does. ]
Turn the fan on if you're having a goddamn problem.
[ Except Chuck's got a grip at his hips now, hands tight, fingers digging into skin and okay, yeah, he's -- trembling a little and he's so fucking hard Raleigh needs to either fuck him or let him -- do something, Chuck doesn't know. He's rapidly losing the ability to use his brain. ]
[ Raleigh probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, the gentle thing, but Chuck's trembling in his hands, tension thrumming everywhere under his skin, fingers marking up Raleigh's hips -- that, even through the haze of lust, he notices. It's obvious, then, that something's off enough -- read in the crescent marks Chuck's digging into his hips, the stilling of Chuck's mouth -- that Chuck's faltering. Raleigh doesn't stop, but he stills too, pulling away from Chuck's mouth too look at him.
Raleigh is working blind, but there are concrete wants he can deal with, and Chuck isn't -- he's not being so clear on what he wants.
If he likes it, or would prefer something else.
Raleigh removes his hands from where they're framing Chuck's face, dropping to Chuck's shoulders, pushing him towards the headboard; not gentle, but not rough, either. ] C'mon, hey, lie back. I wanna try something.
Fuck no. [ No. Don't put your clothes back on because he looks so fucking hot perched over Chuck like that he just -- he wants to touch him and devour him and Raleigh's such a goddamn tease that Chuck wants to shake him, shake him and kiss him and let Raleigh flay him open and take him apart in every way that he can.
And you know -- Chuck has a hard time revealing his wants because he doesn't really have any. He's not used to getting shit like this, his life is owned by the PPDC and so is everything else so getting what he wants, in this?
Unreal. It makes him hesitate, like he's not sure if he should indulge because it's just gonna get yanked away in the end, because everything else Chuck wants for his own gets taken away.
He lets Raleigh push him and he gives him a wary look, but lies back like he's asked, wondering what the fuck he's getting up to. ]
[ That's... flattering. Raleigh keeps the grin in this time, but he kisses Chuck hard, releasing his shoulders to let him move.
The thing is, Raleigh's thought about this before, briefly and only fleetingly, so he has -- the bare bones of wants, desires he'd like to act on, if Chuck'd allow it. That Chuck is willing and wanting under Raleigh's hands is unreal in itself, an indulgence and a privilege never had, so he's taking everything he can while he has it.
Unless Chuck needs him to stop, there's nothing to stop him -- nothing keeping Raleigh from spreading Chuck naked under his hands, learning him with his eyes and his mouth and fingers, in every way he can.
He wants to give Chuck that, if he'll let him.
Raleigh follows Chuck up the bed and shifts over him until they're brought flush against each other; even through their clothes, the contact forces a groan up out of his throat, and Raleigh rolls his hips on instinct, fucks down until Chuck's thighs splay loose around him, making room.
Too soon? ]
Sucking you off. [ His voice is a little strained -- god, is he taking this too far -- ] At least, that's the plan.
Edited (uh spams your inbox with edits :|a) 2013-10-30 03:29 (UTC)
[ Raleigh fucking Becket. Godammit, what had Chuck even been thinking -- like this...whatever it is, is gonna be anything else after this.
Whatever.
And yeah, Raleigh might've thought about it briefly before but Chuck's spent more than a couple nights beating it off in the shower while thinking about Raleigh's dick in his ass and yeah, it's maybe a little bit humiliating but whatever, it is what it is.
Raleigh kisses him and Chuck groans when he breaks away to breath, his hands settling at Raleigh's hips, thumbs brushing over his skin. ]
Talking an awful lot instead of acting, aren't ya mate?
[ There's a glint in Chuck's eye, a cockiness that doesn't quite reach his core but still oozes from him anyway. The smirk is in place, but he's still wanting, needing. ]
Cause if that's your plan, it seems t'be failing.
[ Get moving, Becket, before he fishes the lube out and makes you fuck him senseless. ]
[ That's not as good material for blackmail as you think it is, Chuck.
And Chuck's cockiness is nowhere near as annoying as it is usually when he's looking this good either, and it's -- reassuring that Chuck's not hesitating like before, that Chuck seems to want this as much as Raleigh does, so Raleigh grins back, not bothering to hide. ]
I can multi-task. [ Raleigh drags blunt nails down Chuck's sides, shifting lower on his knees so that he can follow the pink, raised lines with his mouth. When he gets to Chuck's hipbone, rising just above the waistband of his boxers, Raleigh kisses there, lifts himself up onto his elbows. ] I'm pretty good at that.
[ More by instinct than design, Raleigh fumbles at the waistband of Chuck's shorts, pulling them down around Chuck's thighs; his cock curves up against his stomach, flushed and hard, and the sight hits Raleigh like a punch in the gut, dizzy with it. ]
Fuck. [ Raleigh swallows, mouth falling open; he tugs Chuck's boxers the rest of the way down and away, shouldering roughly into the vee of Chuck's thighs so he can get his mouth around the head, closing over the tip, sucking him in. ]
[ He doesn't get to finish his sentence, not really, because Raleigh's distracting him with his mouth on Chuck's skin and he shivers because those lips are warm and they leave burning kisses that send blooms of lust through his bloodstream that spread through his limbs and leave his entire body tingling with want.
Chuck's bared and spread there in front of him and wow he is feeling pretty fucking vulnerable, especially when Raleigh stops and stares at him like he's a piece of meat or something and he growls in annoyance before he's promptly shut up by Raleigh's mouth over the head of his dick. ]
Jesus Christ, Becket.
[ His voice is a hiss and he's autmatically clenching his fists in the sheets, every muscle in his body taught. ]
[ Raleigh huffs an exasperated breath, flattening his hands over Chuck's hips, pinning him down.
Tease, Chuck calls him, so Raleigh pulls off, curling his fingers around the base of Chuck's dick and angling him so the head rubs along the curve of his lip, sliding just slightly against the soft inside of his mouth. It's been a long time since Raleigh's done this, and longer still since he'd wanted to, but Chuck feels good in his mouth; looks and sounds even better. ]
You can -- [ Chuck's hands are clenched in the sheets; Raleigh wants them in his hair, shoving him down -- but he doesn't know how to ask for that, so Raleigh aborts mid-sentence, opening up wide to take in as much of Chuck as possible. Maybe Raleigh can wring that response out of him like this. ]
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FUCK THE BEES
You're fucking irritating, Hansen.
And one of them is wearing too many clothes, but Raleigh doesn't want to shove Chuck away to take them off just yet -- relatively speaking -- so all he does is loosen his fist, setting up a steady pace, nice and easy. ] You don't think I should be asking you? [ He grins, feeling Chuck's mouth move against his ear. ] Got hard so fast, wouldn't surprise me if it's been awhile.
ITS A TRAAAAP
has yet to happen.
Quite the opposite, actually. Raleigh's slid his hand right down into Chuck's pants without a lot of hesitation and it makes him huff a breath of surprise across Raleigh's skin, heat ghosting over his ear.
His free hand twists in Raleigh's shirt, keeps them close, sort of pressed together but with enough room between them to keep stroking, pumping -- keep dragging stuttered breaths out of one another. ]
Asked you first, Ray.
your mom is a trap
Raleigh's given and received handjobs on the Wall -- impersonal and methodical, with the intent on getting both parties off as soon as possible --
This could be like that.
It'd be easier to deal with the after if it was like that, but Christ, Chuck's complicating even this. There's a shudder in Raleigh's breath when he sighs, arching up away from the wall so he can give more slack into his pants, get them looser around his hips for Chuck to work around.
Chuck strokes him, making Raleigh twitch, little shocks of pleasure blooming low in his belly as his knee jerks, jostling against Chuck's. It's not as -- it could be better if it wasn't only skin and dry friction, so Raleigh makes another rough, impatient noise, tugging Chuck's hand away from his dick to lick his palm, getting it wet. He lets go of Chuck's wrist with a half-hearted glare -- half-hearted, because Chuck's posturing is not nearly as irritating as it is amusing when Raleigh's got a hand around Chuck's dick. ]
I never agreed to that. [ Mild, as if they're discussing the weather. ]
now that's just rude
Don't be a dick, Ray, [ he drawls, dropping his spit slickened hand back to his cock, ] Otherwise, I'm not gonna suck you off.
[ The implication - offer? hard to say - is there, and the heat pooling in Chuck's core flares a little even as he tips his head and nips at Raleigh's ear. ]
so's your mom
-- Oh.
Raleigh grins, because this keeps getting better. He puts a twist in the movement of his fingers right up under the head of Chuck's cock, dragging his thumb over the slit on the way down. He's working on a reward system. ]
Right, [ he says, obviously trying to keep his voice steady and not quite succeeding -- cracking on the edge, Chuck's teeth at his ear, Raleigh's mouth catching on the small scratch of stubble at the corner of Chuck's jaw where he's missed a spot shaving -- ] because that would be a real loss.
bitches aint shit
A mouth that's grinning widely, lips twisted into a half smirk, half sneer. ]
Fuck yeah, it would be. When's the last time you had someone on your dick that knew what they were doing?
[ Chuck talks a lot of smack, okay. ]
u callin' your mom a bitch
-- it's not as complicated as Chuck makes it out to be. Raleigh's always had less of a reason than Chuck has to stop himself, anyway. ]
Last time, [ Raleigh says, low and almost right against Chuck's cheek, his flush warm on his mouth; you ask an awful lot of questions about Raleigh's sex life, Chuck. ] we were in a bedroom.
[ Raleigh tilts his head in, feels Chuck's mouth against his lips, and nips at the shape of it with his teeth -- kissing, just barely. ] You got one of those, Hansen?
callin U bitch, biiiiiitch
[ He's growling against Raleigh's mouth, lips brushing, a shudder running through his body when Raleigh's teeth drag over tender flesh. ]
Of course I have a bedroom.
[ And -- fuck you Raleigh, this is incredibly complicated and strange and hot and everything else and you know what, he's gonna just --
finish the job, push in the rest of the way, abandoning Raleigh's dick for now (sorry, he'll get back to it eventually - promise) and crush their mouths together in a punishing kiss, tongue swiping over Raleigh's lower lip before demanding access past. He wants to map him out and explore him, lose himself in it, and Becket is here and not leaving and so that means it's reciprocated, right?
Right. ]
poops a cherry
Not that Raleigh's bothered.
Raleigh's laugh falls out of him as a groan, mouth opening up for Chuck, breathing hard into him, and if Chuck's forgotten his dick, Raleigh definitely hasn't. He's rocking his hips down, now, dick pressing against the jut of Chuck's hip while Chuck's rubs against his stomach; Raleigh's stroking him in tight, slow tugs, blood-hot air trapped between his skin and Raleigh's clothes, making the rest of him feel cold where Chuck's not touching him.
It's -- not unwelcome, but -- good.
Raleigh's smiling, a little unsure, but bright-eyed. ] So finish the tour. [ His voice's gone all shaky, but Chuck's is too; Raleigh hopes he hasn't noticed. ]
poop poop be doop
Of course it does.
He's not completely sure why Raleigh's laughing but Chuck intends to shut him the fuck up with his mouth; his tongue flicks against Raleigh's almost angrily, almost a kind of threat -- stop fucking laughing or I'll give you a goddamn reason to be quiet.
But no, he's talking, still asking fucking questions and Chuck wants to either kiss him again (he tastes good and he smells good too, like...like leather and oil and steel) or punch him, so he settles for something in between - another hard kiss and a shake to his shoulder. ]
C'mon. This way.
[ He's pulling away - because Raleigh asked him to, lets not forget that - but he's grabbing Raleigh's arm, pulling him off the wall, guiding him down the hall until he's nudging him into Chuck's bedroom which--
is just as Spartan as the rest of the house. ]
poo wop shooby poo wop
-- the threat in Chuck's kiss isn't completely lost on him, so Raleigh shuts up. There's the beginnings of a hot flush that starts on Chuck's face and spills down his neck; Raleigh drags himself away from Chuck's lips to follow that heat down the soft skin under Chuck's jaw with his mouth, sucking a mark there.
Chuck smells of burnt copper -- from working down at Jaeger assembly, maybe. ]
Yeah--
[ Raleigh releases Chuck with another kiss, hard and off-angle, and follows where Chuck's dragging him into the bedroom.
The room is bare, stripped clean, not at all like Raleigh's mess and picture collections; he'd think on this a little longer than he does now, but there are more pressing things on his mind that require his full attention.
Raleigh uses the momentum of the arm Chuck's got a hold on to push Chuck towards the bed, crowding him up close against the edge; when the back of Chuck's knees've hit the mattress, Raleigh sets to work on pulling his sweater over his head. ]
poo wop poo wooop in the stiiiiiill of the niiiight
Now though? Now he's being nudged towards his own damn bed until it bumps the back of his knees and he's sitting down hard, staring up at Raleigh and watching him peel that sweater off, Chuck's mouth hanging open. ]
Jesus--
[ Raleigh godammit are you fucking photoshopped? That really isn't fair, he's like a washboard with that 8-pack and while Chuck's not fat or anything he doesn't look like that.
Christ.
Doesn't stop him from reaching out and gripping at the waistband of Raleigh's pants though -- and it doesn't stop him from letting go and smoothing up the planes of Raleigh's stomach, wanting to just
you know
make sure he's actually real. ]
LMFAO I HATE YOU
But, Jesus. Chuck can't actually be that innocent. If there were ever a chance that Raleigh would be sober and grave like Chuck apparently wants him to be, it's flown right out the window.
The sweater hits the floor with a muffled sound, crumpling, and now Raleigh's nudging Chuck back with a hand on his chest until Raleigh's got enough room to straddle him, knees on either side of Chuck's thighs -- skin sliding together, finally bare. ]
It was getting pretty stuffy, [ he says, teasing, being shitty and douchey about this like he normally isn't. Raleigh frames Chuck's face in both hands, thumbing at Chuck's cheekbones; he's leaning down to chase his mouth now, pressing a smile against the corners of it, the curve of Chuck's lower lip as he speaks. ] Hope you don't mind.
[ ... And Chuck can grope him later, and he'll indulge him then, but there are things to do now. Raleigh's sort of flying in blind, but Chuck's making all the choices relatively simple for him. ]
I HELD YOU, I HELD YOU TIIIIIGHT
But he's not complaining.
Instead, a bloom of color spreads over his face and chest and he growls at Raleigh through the kisses and fuck, the way he frames Chuck's face, it's confusing, like it's tender or gentle or some shit and it stirs weird things in him and he's torn between shoving Raleigh off, biting him to roughen it up, or returning it. He ends up doing none of the above and instead Answers him, running his mouth because that's what Chuck does. ]
Turn the fan on if you're having a goddamn problem.
[ Except Chuck's got a grip at his hips now, hands tight, fingers digging into skin and okay, yeah, he's -- trembling a little and he's so fucking hard Raleigh needs to either fuck him or let him -- do something, Chuck doesn't know. He's rapidly losing the ability to use his brain. ]
stuffs a bagel in your mouth
[ Raleigh probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, the gentle thing, but Chuck's trembling in his hands, tension thrumming everywhere under his skin, fingers marking up Raleigh's hips -- that, even through the haze of lust, he notices. It's obvious, then, that something's off enough -- read in the crescent marks Chuck's digging into his hips, the stilling of Chuck's mouth -- that Chuck's faltering. Raleigh doesn't stop, but he stills too, pulling away from Chuck's mouth too look at him.
Raleigh is working blind, but there are concrete wants he can deal with, and Chuck isn't -- he's not being so clear on what he wants.
If he likes it, or would prefer something else.
Raleigh removes his hands from where they're framing Chuck's face, dropping to Chuck's shoulders, pushing him towards the headboard; not gentle, but not rough, either. ] C'mon, hey, lie back. I wanna try something.
DOOO WOP DO WOP
And you know -- Chuck has a hard time revealing his wants because he doesn't really have any. He's not used to getting shit like this, his life is owned by the PPDC and so is everything else so getting what he wants, in this?
Unreal. It makes him hesitate, like he's not sure if he should indulge because it's just gonna get yanked away in the end, because everything else Chuck wants for his own gets taken away.
He lets Raleigh push him and he gives him a wary look, but lies back like he's asked, wondering what the fuck he's getting up to. ]
What're you doing, Becket.
YOU CAN'T TALK YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE
The thing is, Raleigh's thought about this before, briefly and only fleetingly, so he has -- the bare bones of wants, desires he'd like to act on, if Chuck'd allow it. That Chuck is willing and wanting under Raleigh's hands is unreal in itself, an indulgence and a privilege never had, so he's taking everything he can while he has it.
Unless Chuck needs him to stop, there's nothing to stop him -- nothing keeping Raleigh from spreading Chuck naked under his hands, learning him with his eyes and his mouth and fingers, in every way he can.
He wants to give Chuck that, if he'll let him.
Raleigh follows Chuck up the bed and shifts over him until they're brought flush against each other; even through their clothes, the contact forces a groan up out of his throat, and Raleigh rolls his hips on instinct, fucks down until Chuck's thighs splay loose around him, making room.
Too soon? ]
Sucking you off. [ His voice is a little strained -- god, is he taking this too far -- ] At least, that's the plan.
I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT IN MAY
Whatever.
And yeah, Raleigh might've thought about it briefly before but Chuck's spent more than a couple nights beating it off in the shower while thinking about Raleigh's dick in his ass and yeah, it's maybe a little bit humiliating but whatever, it is what it is.
Raleigh kisses him and Chuck groans when he breaks away to breath, his hands settling at Raleigh's hips, thumbs brushing over his skin. ]
Talking an awful lot instead of acting, aren't ya mate?
[ There's a glint in Chuck's eye, a cockiness that doesn't quite reach his core but still oozes from him anyway. The smirk is in place, but he's still wanting, needing. ]
Cause if that's your plan, it seems t'be failing.
[ Get moving, Becket, before he fishes the lube out and makes you fuck him senseless. ]
WHEN THE STARS WERE BRIGHT ABOVE
And Chuck's cockiness is nowhere near as annoying as it is usually when he's looking this good either, and it's -- reassuring that Chuck's not hesitating like before, that Chuck seems to want this as much as Raleigh does, so Raleigh grins back, not bothering to hide. ]
I can multi-task. [ Raleigh drags blunt nails down Chuck's sides, shifting lower on his knees so that he can follow the pink, raised lines with his mouth. When he gets to Chuck's hipbone, rising just above the waistband of his boxers, Raleigh kisses there, lifts himself up onto his elbows. ] I'm pretty good at that.
[ More by instinct than design, Raleigh fumbles at the waistband of Chuck's shorts, pulling them down around Chuck's thighs; his cock curves up against his stomach, flushed and hard, and the sight hits Raleigh like a punch in the gut, dizzy with it. ]
Fuck. [ Raleigh swallows, mouth falling open; he tugs Chuck's boxers the rest of the way down and away, shouldering roughly into the vee of Chuck's thighs so he can get his mouth around the head, closing over the tip, sucking him in. ]
WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE
[ He doesn't get to finish his sentence, not really, because Raleigh's distracting him with his mouth on Chuck's skin and he shivers because those lips are warm and they leave burning kisses that send blooms of lust through his bloodstream that spread through his limbs and leave his entire body tingling with want.
Chuck's bared and spread there in front of him and wow he is feeling pretty fucking vulnerable, especially when Raleigh stops and stares at him like he's a piece of meat or something and he growls in annoyance before he's promptly shut up by Raleigh's mouth over the head of his dick. ]
Jesus Christ, Becket.
[ His voice is a hiss and he's autmatically clenching his fists in the sheets, every muscle in his body taught. ]
Tease.
THAT'S A MORAAAY
Tease, Chuck calls him, so Raleigh pulls off, curling his fingers around the base of Chuck's dick and angling him so the head rubs along the curve of his lip, sliding just slightly against the soft inside of his mouth. It's been a long time since Raleigh's done this, and longer still since he'd wanted to, but Chuck feels good in his mouth; looks and sounds even better. ]
You can -- [ Chuck's hands are clenched in the sheets; Raleigh wants them in his hair, shoving him down -- but he doesn't know how to ask for that, so Raleigh aborts mid-sentence, opening up wide to take in as much of Chuck as possible. Maybe Raleigh can wring that response out of him like this. ]
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