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He'd said later and he meant later - later enough to where the lights were pretty dim in the 'dome and most normal people (pilots especially) ought to be asleep. There's the occasional guard or technician running around and Raleigh makes a point to swing by Gipsy and pat her foot (it's entirely out of the way but he doesn't care, she's rebuilt and functioning and she's his number one girl okay) before he finds himself standing in front of Chuck Hansen's door, fist raised and knuckles tapping on the rusted and badly painted door.

And he'll just -- wait. If Chuck doesn't answer within a minute, he's so gone. He's not about to let himself look like anymore of an idiot than he already does.

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If the blowjob had Chuck's eyes rolling back into his head, this orgasm has him literally too breathless to speak even to make a snarky commentary on something like Raleigh's ego, if he could even gather cohesive words or make a noise that isn't some sort of whimper.

He's still holding onto Raleigh's back, legs still looped around his waist, but he's relaxing slowly. In a few more minutes he'll be sprawled out underneath him. Can't quite manage to unwrap his arms just yet though, one hand's at the nape of his neck and brushing the short light hairs there in gentle circular tracings.

The only movement that Raleigh can actually handle right now is sliding free, tugging the condom off with the towel that still sat off to the side, and tossing it all off to the side.

Otherwise, he's a little heavy on Chuck, his face pressed to the younger mans shoulder as he panted softly against damp skin.

Fuck. Fuck.

Chuck's touch lulls him into an even better afterglow and he groans a little, exhaling a pleased sigh.

Yeah no that's fair, Chuck can really only manage the sort of movements that involve sort of lazy nuzzling or a weak kind of flop.

He breathes into Raleigh's neck, taking in his smell in a way that's totally not weird or creepy. There're no words yet, nothing he can actually manage to say that he'll blame on exhaustion, but there's a sleepy nuzzle and a yawn and maybe a press of his cheek to Raleigh's head.

It's not too bad. He should probably be annoyed by how heavy and sweaty and sticky Raleigh is on top of him. He can't really be bothered to care right now.

Raleigh's grip around him tightens a fraction and it's a little possessive, a little needy. He's entirely reluctant to let go but he knows that Chuck's got to be hot and Raleigh needs a shower. Now.

But it can wait at least a little longer because Raleigh enjoys the afterglow, the moment right after really, really great sex where you're lying in bed with your lover and everything is just fucking perfect in the world, or at least - he can pretend it is, anyway.

He'll move in a minute, really.

Actually, Raleigh can go ahead and take his time with the whole 'moving' thing, Chuck's relaxed and comfortable (in an uncomfortable way but it's bearable) and anyway the least Raleigh could do is wait until he picks his brain back up.

"If that's 'end of the world' sex, I think it needs to end more often," he slurs into Raleigh's hair, easily pressing into the possessive grip.

Raleigh's brain is...somewhere other than the room.

"Heh." He huffs a laugh against Chuck's skin, arms sliding around him to keep him held tight. Raleigh's a tactile kind of man, he prefers close contact a lot of times and often claps people on the shoulder or pats their arm or any other sort of similar gesture.

This is admittedly more intimate, but, well - you know. Either way, he's not letting go.

"Yeah. More often."

On the flip side, Chuck's not really much for physical contact that isn't combat. He can't remember the last time he actually hugged his old man.

This isn't awful tho.

Anyway it's not too hard to curl an arm around Raleigh's back, since he's already got his face on Chuck's shoulder. The actual implication of what he said--that he'd like a repeat performance--isn't so obvious to him.
....but yeah he'd totally like to do that again. Like, a bunch more times.

Yeah. A bunch more.

Also, he's probably going to doze here for a while. Hopefully Chuck doesn't mind that. It is kind of in the middle of the night.

Nah. Chuck's sorta drifting off himself.

Hope Raahleigh's able to sleep with some soft snoring (which will be hotly denied).

Are you kidding chuckles Raleigh is so out of it he can't even hear it.

He'll probably sleep through the night. Just saying.

That's uh

not the worst thing, really?

The really bad part is gonna be when Chuck wakes up with his arm numb and Raleigh drooling into his shoulder, that he could do without.

Yeah and Raleigh isn't budging.

Sorry, Chuck. He's totally out and snuggled up nice and close.

Noo but arm.

Chuck squirms a little, trying to dislodge the oversized barnacle that will not let go of his side.

Raleigh groans a little, shifting in his sleep before he makes a sort of half strangled noise of protest, and rolls off Chuck's arm.

He almost deposits himself on the floor and the sudden feeling of nothing underneath him jerks him completely awake.

"The fuck--"

Chuck jerks his arm back and tries to shake some feeling back into it.

"Morning sunshine," he drawls, tugging Raleigh more securely onto the bed with his un-numb hand.
The pins and needles are a good distraction from needing to face the fact that he's waking up with Becket in his bed. No regrets and all that, but the morning part's always awkward and add to that the nature of their relationship...

pins and needles augh

Raleigh streeeetches slowly and lazily rolls back over, looping an arm around Chuck to meet him halfway.

"Morning,"

He's choosing not to view this as awkward.

If Raleigh's not being awkward, Chuck's sure as hell not gonna break first.

He eyes the arm around him, but there's barely enough room for the two of them on the bed let alone room enough to roll away.

"Sleep okay?"

Nope, no moving away from him, Chuck. Raleigh is a cuddly fucker.

No pun intended.

"Yeah. Like a rock. You?"

Post-post-orgasmic haze, Chuck's not sure what to do with an overly tactile Raleigh. Other than playfully shove him into a wall or something.

"Slept worse," he says carelessly. He's dreaming longingly of coffee.

That'd be rude to someone who gave you two orgasms, you know.

"Mhm. Yeah."

He's really starting to feel the effects of that awkward and he's sitting up now, stretching his arms over his head before rubbing at his eyes. He's not sure if he should haul ass or leave, but he rather likes the feeling of Chuck's heat next to him, and he likes that Chuck isn't being a mouthy asshole at the moment.

But do you stay or do you go?

Yeah, you know, Chuck should really even that out.

And Chuck's sort of taking the awkward moments to eyeball a naked Raleigh a little bit. A lot. He passes a hand over the scars on his shoulder idly.

"You hungry?"

He should, shouldn't he? At some point, anyway. It'd be much appreciated.

"Little bit."

The noise his stomach makes confirms that yes, yes he is hungry. Really hungry, actually.

...too hungry to wait for a blowjob?

Chuck snorts and pulls his hand off, again.
"You gonna have a problem with anyone seeing you leave the room in the same clothes?" He has a feeling the answer's 'no'.

..and Chuck doesn't care either, but he doesn't really want to advertise it.

...Nope, he will wait for that, definitely.

"No." He lifts the shoulder Chuck had his hand on, immediately missing the warmth but not 'manning up' enough to admit that he does.

"You gonna have a problem with anyone seeing me leave your room?" At all? Period?

Well Chuck might slide his hand against Raleigh's stomach, tracing his--jesus literal sixpack with his fingers.

"Depends who," he says with a shrug. "Not sure I'd wanna have that conversation with Herc yet, for example." It's not exactly that Raleigh's an issue, it's that he doesn't want people talking about him or who he's sticking his dick into.

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