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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," 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.

Really, it's a compliment. He's just so fucking pretty that it's just stupid.

Mm but Chuck has to sit up and lean back now because while he's got a fair idea of what to do (and uh may have experimented with himself) this is his first time...uh. On this side.

He slicks his fingers with the lube and slides them against Raleigh cautiously, other hand cupping a knee.

This is true. Raleigh is rather pretty.

And Raleigh's patient, too -- or at least, he's mostly patient anyway. He's squirming a little under Chuck's hands, teeth worrying at his lower lip in both want and as a way to keep himself quiet.

He strokes the hollow of skin and bone with his thumb on Raleigh's knee while he eases the tip of a finger into him.

Fairly satisfied that he knows where to take it from here, Chuck leans back over Raleigh and kisses him again, thrusting the finger lazy and slow into him.

Raleigh pulls in a sharp breath because it's been a while since he's been on this end - at least it's sort of new for both of them, kind of - but he's drawing Chuck in when he leans to kiss, teeth nibbling at that lower lip with a pleased hum.

Chuck's figuring it out. Raleigh isn't worried.

Yeah he sort of gets into the flow of it after a while longer, feeling Raleigh react to what he does. It's like what he was doing the night before, figuring out where to touch and how, and when's right to add more fingers.

It's also adding an extra thrill for Chuck to realize Raleigh trusts him like this, stretched out under him, even as angry as they started. He moves his mouth around too, trailing kisses and nips over his chest, scraping a nipple with his teeth faintly while he crooks his fingers and pushes them deeper.

His breathing is labored by the time Chuck's mouth is finished and he's gripping the sheets in his fists and he's sweating softly under his breath.

"Christ. Fuck, Hansen--"

It's the most he can manage with his voice sounding like it has been rubbed over sandpaper.

"That's it," he purrs, smug over Raleigh's desperation. He crooks his fingers again, rubbing them against his prostate just to see if he'll do that again.

"Think you're ready?" He hums and nips at his neck, spreading his fingers slowly.

Raleigh's really doing his best not to howl already but it's hard - no pun intended.

"Jesus Christ, Chuck - yes!"

Yes for fucks sake he's ready for the love of everything holy just fuck him already--

Chuck laughs, low and warm while he pulls back to slide the condom on.

"Kinda nice to have you begging for a change," he murmurs, pulling Raleigh's legs around his waist, holding him in place while he slides in.

And promptly loses higher brain function. "Fuck--"

Raleigh's legs tighten around his hips and waist, dragging him in even as Chuck slides on home.

Chuck isn't the only one who is losing his brain functionality; Raleigh's groaning and reaching for him and he's already forgotten why he was pissy earlier.

Chuck groans and slides his fingers into Raleigh's hair, hips rolling arrhythmicly into him while he kisses him messily. There's really only so many things he can focus on at one time.

"Fuck," he breathes over Raleigh's mouth, grinning and sharing his air for a moment before bucking into him.

Raleigh enjoys Chuck's messy kisses and he returns them with equal fervor, a clash of tongue and teeth and lips that doesn't seem to quite match up because of the movement of Chuck's body.

Gorgeous movement, if you ask Raleigh, and he's stroking Chuck's sides, groaning as his body adjusts, fingers digging in and dimpling Chuck's flesh.

Chuck could really use the ego boost of 'gorgeous' movements. He squirms into Raleigh's grip and snaps his hips again, lost in the rise and roll of body.

He can see what got Raleigh so fervent the night before, now Chuck's admiring his restraint.

You know. If he could think.

Now he's just cursing into his mouth and skin, when he's making the mark on his neck good and dark again, trying to keep up with the tide.

Raleigh babbles incoherent things when Chuck's hips meet his again and again...and again and again...and Raleigh's lost in Chuck, his arms winding tight around him as he groans with every thrust, every nip of Chuck's teeth, every sharp pain from the mark Chuck's worrying into the skin of his neck.

"God you've got such s dirty fucking mouth," chuck groans into Raleigh's sweat-slicked skin, and that's such a fucking delight isn't it.

He gives Raleigh's hair a sharp tug to pull his head back further, licking eagerly at his skin as he drives into his body. There's finally enough brain power for him to drop his hand and wrap it around Raleigh's cock to pump it as he fucks him.

Yeah, he does. He's swearing and mumbling and saying terribly crude things about what's being done to him, what he'd like to do to Chuck in return, and how goddamn hard it's going to be to walk later.

When Chuck pulls his hair Raleigh practically howls, but he manages to rein himself in enough so that it isn't as humiliating as it could be. His dick being stroked, though, that's --

Going to make him rock his hips up and scramble for purchase, blunt fingers dragging down Chuck's back.

Oh, please, Chuck's just been waiting to embarrass Raleigh in one way or another.

And wow does it pay off.

Chuck curves his back against Raleigh's nails, groaning rough and low in his throat. Because god the things that Raleigh is saying, he can't--

Which might be why he's so desperate to get him off so quick, he doesn't wanna embarrass himself, either. Because fuck, is he following him not at all quietly.

Well, Chuck definitely gets his wish. Raleigh's going to be pretty embarrassed about the shit he's saying and the way he's reacting later.

Right now though, psh. Not thinking about it.

Chuck doesn't have to worry about getting Raleigh off quick. He's losing his fucking mind with Chuck's groan and his own is choked and cut off, caught somewhere in his throat as he comes hard, right there in Chuck's hand.

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