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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.

Gentle nudge, it wasn't like he was playing football with 'em.

Still, now it's too fuckin' quiet, and what if Raleigh decides to go ahead and try to hold his hand in the mess or something like that so.
"So this," Chuck jerks his chin up to sort of encompass the two of them and all their...activities. "This isn't anything, right." It's phrased as though he's asking for Raleigh's agreement, but his tone is pretty...statement-like.

Though he probably could have waited until Raleigh got his pants on.

Well.

That certainly answered any questions Raleigh might have been asking himself. A quick fuck, a good lay -- that's all Chuck wanted.

Right, then.

"Yeah." He's not looking at Chuck because he's too busy trying to get his goddamn pants up and belted, and then he's jerking on his shoes because he needs his shoes. The way he's doing it is pretty casual, but inside he's kind of stinging and is a little pissed.

"Don't worry. I've done this before. I'm not gonna try and fuckin' marry you, Hansen."

Thing is, Chuck's never really been in a real relationship--he's got his dad's memories but for obvious reasons doesn't want to look at them too closely, and that's nothing like actually having them himself. He's got this vague idea that you shouldn't try to date someone you've gotten into fights with. And he and Raleigh hate each other. Right?

But Raleigh seems kinda pissed. Chuck leans over, elbows on his knees, kinda secretly wondering if he's fucked up.

"I mean we can do this again, if you wanna?" He smirks up at him. Hate or no, the stuff in between this talking stuff was awesome, maybe even the softer parts.

Don't mind Raleigh. He's going to just go murder someone in the kwoon.

"Yeah, definitely." Sure, they can do it again. It's just, you know. Helpful to have those boundaries established and really, he doesn't even know why he's pissed.

Boots tied and tshirt back on and over his shoulders, covering his scars because he's suddenly a little self-conscious about it, he stands and dusts himself off.

Well. Time to go.

--Yeah he's not got much experience with the casual sex thing either (some, not much), but that doesn't really sound like a good voice.

"Oy."

Chuck's up and tugging Raleigh's sleeve, frowning in annoyance. Why the drongo can't just say what he fuckin' wants....
"It wasn't, right?" He'd been asking for confirmation just as much as reassurance. He's pretty sure he doesn't want it, but Raleigh's suddenly shutting himself off and it's bugging him more than he thought it would.

No, it's not really the best voice but Chuck's made it clear, so Raleigh will get the fuck over it.

"Course it wasn't." He pulls his head up to finally meet Chuck's gaze, blue eyes icy. "Don't worry about it. Hit me up later, like I said."

The look in Raleigh's eyes has Chuck dropping his arm quick in what's nearly a flinch. Even when they were circling each other like territorial mutts spoiling for a fight, there'd always been heat in their anger. He doesn't know what to do with ice.

"Yeah," he says, taking a step back. "See you around, Becket."

Raleigh looks at him for a long moment, then shoulders past him to get to the door.

Well.

This ended...not how he'd anticipated or really wanted.

He goes to the kwoon almost immediately, looking for a partner to beat the crap out of so that he can let off some steam.

Chuck sort of unintentionally avoid Raleigh the rest of the day.

...by 'un' we mean 'on purpose'. That morning was so weird, he thought they were good, and then Raleigh just went and shut down on him.

Chuck's starting to think Raleigh's really shitty at talking about shit. And Chuck...isn't really used to anything resembling a peaceful happiness, and isn't sure it's something he wants or not.
But he goes to his room like they agreed, raps his knuckles on the door.

Raleigh kind of avoids it too, mostly because he needs to sort out his shit and figure out what his problem is. Mako seems aware of it and she listens to him bitch about Hansen and what an asshole he is without complaint, though she points out that Raleigh really ought to just tell the kid how he feels instead of venting to her. Raleigh leaves out their escapades, but Mako is perceptive and somehow knows.

When Chuck knocks on his door Raleigh answers on his own time, pulling it open after a few beats and leans on the frame in all his shirtless glory.

This is all because Mako is better then all of them and they should probably accept that and make her their queen.

Or something, bake her a cake or something.

And Chuck's rolling his eyes when Raleigh takes his time, 'cause, really? "Almost left," he cracks, echoing Raleigh from the night before.

..mm but shirtlessness. Chuck steps into that, hand already out to press against his stomach.

Mako really is queen of all things and deserves a medal for dealing with all these meatheads.

"No you didn't," Raleigh says with a little smirk, recognizing his line from the previous night.

He lets Chuck in and shuts the door behind him, eyes following that hand as it comes to settle on his stomach.

It's warm, it's good -- he likes it. He takes a step closer, bridging the gap and he lifts his gaze to fix his eyes on Chuck. The ice is gone, at least. Now there's only fire.

Or some form of compensation.

Chuck grins and follows the lines of Raleigh's stomach with his thumb, sliding it up to pass over his chest. He's not sure if he wants eye contact right now, seeing as the last instance was so fucking chilling, but when he does dart his gaze up--

--yeah, that's more like it. Chuck wraps his other hand around the back of Raleigh's neck and pulls him in to kiss him roughly.

She at least needs a cookie.

Raleigh meets Chuck's kiss with equal ferver, hands moving automatically to rest on Chuck's hips, fingers twisting at the material of his shirt. He kisses with a passion that's angrier than their previous encounter; wild, unstructured, intense.

Maybe they can clean her room.

Chuck makes a hungry sound into the kiss, digging his fingernails into the back of his neck and then shifting his fingers to curl in the hair at the back of his head. He tries to get a grip on Raleigh's ribcage to guide him to the bed, or at least follow him TO the bed where they can be comfortable and do more enjoyable things.

If he's got any thoughts on the intensity, it's that he's a little glad they agreed he'd be on top tonight. He's matching the fervor with his own; he's got plenty of anger to share.

He probably should be glad they agreed on that already because Raleigh is nursing a quiet little rage that's bubbling over and turning into liquid magma that's moving through his veins. It's not even that he's pissed at Chuck - he's pissed at himself because he's claiming he doesn't know why he's pissed but deep down he thinks maybe he knows and he knows he's being an idiot and that's even more frustrating so he keeps his mouth shut and it makes it worse and it pisses him off even more.

He lets Chuck back him over to the bed, only stopping when he feels the bunk on the back of his knees and it makes him sit down hrad, eyes traveling up the length of Chuck's body to rest on his face, smirk wide.

Raleigh's thighs are warm on either side of Chuck's hips, even through a couple layers of clothes. He smirks into his mouth and rocks them together lazily, rubbing against him and seeing what he's got so far.

Chuck's got no problem with angry fucking. He knows something's crawled up Raleigh's ass but he's keeping his stupid fucking mouth shut, and if they're not going to trade blows to feel better about it this is pretty close.

He licks his lips when Raleigh's hand moves up and he turns his head to press an open mouthed kiss to his palm before nipping sharply at his wrist as he rocks his hips forward again.

His thighs press in, keeping Chuck there as that hand creeps up.

Raleigh hisses at the bite, fingers flexing to find strands of Chuck's hair, then he yanks, dragging Hansen down atop him as he leans back, thighs splaying to make room.

"Jesus," Chuck hisses at the yank and falls forward against Raleigh. "Nice, Riley," he mutters, rocking back to pull his shirt off.

And since he's sitting up, he presses the palm of his hand to Raleigh's crotch and squeezes roughly. Chuck's all right with fueling whatever shitty mood he's in.

Ow that is totally different, but -- okay, jerk. Maybe Raleigh deserved that one.

Either way, he's gripping Chuck and dragging him back onto the bed, scooting back so that there's room for both, then going in for another rough kiss, teeth hitting teeth, lips sliding over lips. He wants to taste him, feel him, rock his hips against him.

Yeah, yeah that'll be deserved.

Chuck follows him, kissing him back just as carelessly. He'd think Raleigh would object to the clash of teeth. He must be seriously pissed at Chuck.

He's still got his hand at his crotch and uses that position to open his pants and stick his hand down the front to grope him inexpertly, sucking on his tongue as he does.

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