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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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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.

Yeah, it's a thing. He works out, what of it?

His muscles twitch a little beneath Chuck's hand and he leans back a little, blue eyes moving from the door back to Chuck's face.

"Well I'm not gonna leave with a blanket on my head." It's a joke. Mostly.

Basically, who sees him sees him. Nothing he can do about that.

Are we sure he's not like genetically engineered or something.

Ooh. Chuck pushes himself up on an elbow, considering Raleigh's torso and the blankets where they're half tangled around their legs, still slotted together. He just hasn't gotten around to really disentangling himself all right.

"What about a hat I can lend you a hat?"

He's mostly joking too.

Raleigh is probably from another planet, let's be honest.

"I'm not wearing a hat, Chuck." Though he'd consider it, if it's that one that chuck wears around all the time because then it'd kind of be like some token, some kind of trophy.

That was the hat he was in fact referring to
but he can't keep it.

"Well, a guy can dream."

But he might be distracting Raleigh by leaning over and getting his mouth on a nipple.

"I could borrow it--"

Yeah. He's definitely distracted by that. He sucks in a breath and every muscle in his chest contracts a little, and his hand fists in the sheets.

"Leave like twenty minutes apart?" Chuck agrees, smirking up at Raleigh.

That's just about the reaction he was going for. He slides over Raleigh's lap so he's kneeling over his legs, leaning over him with his mouth brushing his pecs.

"Sorry, you said you were hungry, right?" Chuck's smirking up at him while his lower lip brushes the other nipple, gaze heated and challenging.

"If you want," he groans, shifting a little so Chuck can sit easier. Whatever the fuck Chuck wants right now, he's gonna get - especially with the warmth of his mouth brushing against Raleigh's skin.

"Lost my appetite."

Way lost. He's to busy reaching to cup the back of Chuck's head, fingers tangling a little in his hair.

That's kind of a fun new superpower.

Chuck rolls his eyes. "You saying I make you sick?" He's not pulling away though, planting wet, involved kisses down his chest and scooting backwards as he goes.

Jackass.

"Don't be stupid," he growls, nails dragging over Chuck's scalp as Raleigh sifts his finger through messy hair. "Just -- keep going."

Don't stop. Please.

Jerk.

"You giving me orders makes me not wanna do them," Chuck breathes against Raleigh's ribcage. And that's sort of a lie, but Chuck's sorta contrary like that.

...but he doesn't stop. He's squirming down Raleigh's legs, tugging the blanket down off his lap to expose his cock.

Asshole.

"God, whatever, Chuck--"

Seriously, whatever you say. Just keep touching him, keep kissing him, keep doing what you're doing.

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