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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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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.

He's just pissed. It's not even really at Chuck. It's just ... kind of in general. He's frustrated about a lot of things and he can't help it, and Chuck's a willing target for the anger and he fights back.

Raleigh groans in surprise at the hand that's suddenly down his pants and he's instantly hard against Chuck's skin, hips rolling up to press into the touch.

Chuck can't pretend he doesn't like it at least a little.

He doesn't see Raleigh get angry enough to lash out except when he's involved, and he relishes the reaction. He pushes against his body, lining up thigh to thigh chest to chest with his arm between them. His other hand is back in his hair again, petting and tugging in the way he remembered made Raleigh twitch and moan.

Chuck is one of those people that really gets under Chuck's skin in the best and worst ways. Right now good and bad are warring with each other and it comes out aggressively in the way they kiss, the way they grind against one another and the way Chuck's hands are insistent on his body and in his hair.

Raleigh hisses, hips jerking when his hair is tugged because now that Chuck knows he's got a weakness in his hair, he's taking advantage of it.

"Dammit, Hansen."

He grins savagely against his mouth and tugs sharply again, giving his dick a squeeze.

"You fucking love it," he purrs, scraping his lower lip with his teeth. Chuck'd be lying if he said he wasn't having fun about that, taking Raleigh apart and seeing what makes him tick.
(It's also fun to know if he ever needs to win an argument).

But he lets go of his hair, if only to apply both hands to the VERY IMPORTANT task of removing more clothes.

He is going to shave his damn head because of you, Chuck. Fuck.

"And if I do?" He snaps back, wriggling a little until Chuck's hands move and he gets out of the way long enough to get more of Chuck's clothing off.

He's really wearing way to much of it.

Nooo that would be silly. It's something they both enjoy,

But yeah they're both totally not naked enough. Chuck releases Raleigh and rocks back to work his shoes and pants off.
"Then I'm right, hah," he retorts, sliding back on top of him and grinning down.

Idle threat, definitely.

"Shut it."

His arms are sliding back around Chuck, pulling him close so he can nip at his lower lip again, then kiss him quiet.

Good!

"Make me," chuck laughs quietly but lets Raleigh kiss him into silence, hand dropping to tug his thigh around his waist. It starts out softer, the fire more passion than anger.

He is making you, Chuck. He's kissing you soundly, tongue demanding entry and swirling with his. He's enjoying the passion - the anger is...not fading but. Its not as present for the time being, at least.

Yes well it was cute shut up.

Chuck lets him get back to the anger in a minute, he's just going to continue this kissing for a little longer while, sucking on Raleigh's tongue and thrusting his own back in return. Still, he takes a breath time enough to ask, "you wanna face? Like last night?"

And no it's not an awkward question in the least, he's just not sure if Raleigh wants to see his face or not, the mood he seems to be in.

"Yeah," he pants, trying to catch his breath in the brief moment they have between kisses and touches and heated friction that he's going to be begging for more of.

"'S fine." He might be pissy but he likes Chuck's face, okay.

"Cool." Chuck grins savagely into the next kiss, rolling his body against Raleigh's in a slow undulate.

Yeah, he kind of likes your face too.

"Lube?"

Good. It's settled then. And Raleigh'd comment, but he's kind of busy sucking on that face he likes so much.

He makes a noise that's entirely undignified before frantically gesturing to the nightstand, tongue licking at Chuck's lips.

Chuck nips his lower lip sharply and presses a hand to his chest to press him down, to stop distracting him so chuck can grab lube.

And a condom.

Though he's gonna take a moment to admire Raleigh under his hand like that.

He stays there on the bed under Chuck's hand, eyes fixed on Chuck's every move. He wants to keep distracting him but that's counterproductive and as frustrated as he is Raleigh really wants to get laid right now, so he stays still.

He rolls his hip up though, because Chuck is staring and why not.

"You're kind of stupid pretty," Chuck says, and if his gaze darts to Raleigh's dick that's because the arse is drawing attention to it. He darts down to kiss him messily and quickly before pulling back and nudging Raleigh's thighs apart.

Well, that's a first. Raleigh is pretty sure no one has ever called him pretty before, and he's really not sure if its a compliment, especially coupled with 'stupid'.

He doesn't have a chance to comment though, because Chuck is covering his mouth with his and pushing his thighs apart and Raleigh can't help but comply.

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