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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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The phrase makes Raleigh chuckle under his breath a little, though he's no less intense in the shower handjob that he's currently giving Chuck. His strokes are deliberate and his grip is firm. He wants to have Chuck howling again, though not at the expense of the hot water.

"Later," he mumbles into Chuck's mouth, lips curving into a smirk.

Chuck groans again, lets his teeth scrape over Raleigh's lower lip.

"That a promise?' he pants, holding onto his shoulders and bucking eagerly. Cos he's gotta say, the thought of fucking Raleigh is not unappealing.

He hisses, Chucks teeth sharp on the tender flesh of his lip.

"Yeah."

Chuck bucks into his hand and Raleigh complies, rewarding him with stronger strokes, thumb rolling over the tip and flicking over the crease before he cups him fully, both hands fondling.

He gasps, a sharp inhale, at the image it's evoking, Raleigh writhing under him like...well, like Chuck had been the night before.

It's almost enough to bring him off, you know, that and the awesome fucking hand on his dick, but he's not ready dammit. Chuck digs his fingernails into Raleigh's shoulder and grits his teeth, holding it off as best he can.

Raleigh can tell that Chuck's thinking about it, and he smirks a little and rocks his hips a little, reminding him that yep, it can be his later, all he's gotta do is find him and ask.

His mouth finds Chuck's neck, teeth nipping as he mouths his way up while he strokes, sucking hard before licking it better, nuzzling gently after he bites.

"Fuck," he breathes, hips jerking and jumping against Raleigh's hand, head leaning to the side to offer up more of his throat and neck (either not realizing or not worrying about all the marks that are gonna there in a little while).

"Dammit Raleigh," he breathes, drawing the words out as they're broken with the hitches of his breath and his grip begins to slip under the water. "Dam</mit--!" he breaks off with a cry as he curls closer into the other man, body shaking while he comes.

God, he loves it when he can get chuck to say his name - the way it's meant to be said, not that cocky Raylay bullshit he keeps coming up with.

He works him through it, hand moving quickly, pumping and tugging, milking him dry while the water splatters away the residue.

But Riley gets the most hilarious cranky look on his face whenever Chuck uses the wrong name.

Chuck pants, gasping for air as he sags back against the shower wall.
"Gonna hold that to you," he mumbles, head knocking back gently on the wall with his eyes sliding to half-mast. "You to that. Later."

Oh fuck you too Chuck.

"Good," he says quietly, rinsing his hand off before he slides it around Chuck to help stabilize him.

"Find me tonight." Later, after the days agenda.

No nope next time it's your turn, Ray-ray.

Right. There's a world outside of this room of haze and banter, Chuck very nearly forgot. He straightens up, rolls the kinks out of his neck. "If I've got the time," he says carelessly.

He has the time.

Technicalities.

Raleigh shrugs as if it's no skin off his teeth if Chuck does or doesn't show up; if Chuck's going to be flippant, so is he.

Ff but Chuck pinches Raleigh's ass and hard for that.

And then he reaches for the soap because. Blech.

Ow. Raleigh swats him a little, but snatches at the soap after Chuck, because he's ready to get this shit off him, too.

Share, jerk.

As long as he doesn't drop it :D
:D?

...Chuck makes a face and soaps his hair.

...Seriously Chuck :|

He snatches it when Chuck's done with it, washing his own hair and shouldering Chuck out of the way so he can rinse it out.

"Arse," Chuck pulls Raleigh out of the way by the waist, shoving his own head under the spray.

These things really aren't made for two people whoops.

"Erp--"

He gets sprayed full in the face and he still has soapy hair.

"Hey--"

That's earning Chuck a pinch to his ass.

Sorry not sorry but that was hilarious Chuck is cracking up, grabbing onto Raleigh to stay upright.

The pinch earns his arm a swat but otherwise Chuck's gonna keep laughing.

"Moooove," Raleigh whines, nudging at a laughing Chuck - wow who would have ever though and shit he likes the way it sounds - to try and stick his head back under the water. He feels like a turtle the way he's having to do it.

"Are you always so bitchy in the morning?" Chuck's still laughing, but he's done rinsing so he lets Raleigh back under the spray.

Relaxed. Comfortable.

..happy.
uh.
"Shower's all yours," he says with another swat to Raleigh's ass on his way out.

"Only when I can't rinse soap out if my hair," he says cheerfully, elbowing past once Chuck finally gets the hell out of the way.

He snorts when he's swatted, reaching around to grip Chuck's wrist and pull him back for a hard kiss that turns a little sweet before he lets go so that Raleigh can finish his damn shower.

Chuck freezes, lets the kiss happen before he can really figure out what it was.

He grabs a towel and dries himself off in his room, trying to gather his thoughts and his feels. Er, feelings.
It's been...nice, which is dangerous. He should probably nip Ray's sappiness in the bud before the older guy gets too attached. It's only a matter of time before they all scatter anyway, and Chuck'll be glad to see the back of him.

Raleigh doesn't see anytihng wrong with having something nice in life, and is a little confused about why Chuck would have something against it.

He takes his time finishing up so that he can sort out his own mind and he wonders what the hell Chuck is thinking. He doesn't have any idea but dropping the matter doesn't happen and it's still on his mind when he steps out, snatching a towel to dry off before stepping out to go hunt down his clothes.

Chuck helped wih the clothes!

Bye kicking them into a pile.

Chuck's got his pants on by the time Raleigh emerges from the bathroom, frowning as he tries to sort of pick out how he feels abou what's going on. Or he could ignore it. That sounds good too.

...Rude. No more kicking Raleigh's clothing.

The frown gets his attention, but Raleigh doesn't...think he should pry. Or maybe he's should.

Shit, now it's awkward.

He's grabbing his pants and wriggling into them, reaching for his shirt and jacket and boots.

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