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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 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.

And Chuck is going to replay it over the glorious screen of his mind, for future wanks and feelings of golden warmth.

But yeah, now he's following Raleigh not too long after, barely giving anyone time to catch their breath (cos Chuck might have lost his, watching Raleigh).

He grips him tight and muffles his own cry against his throat, hips bucking erratically as he comes, stars exploding behind his eyes.

Raleigh sort of clings to Chuck through it, legs locked around Chuck's hips to drag him deeper, harder.

He's left limp and panting and sticky, barely able to even hold on after Chuck finishes, head dropping back against the pillow with a loud sigh.

Chuck's not much better, laying boneless on top of Raleigh and gripping his waist, panting desperately over his neck. He's. He's gonna move in a bit. In...a soon.

"You're gonna kill me," he mumbles into his skin, grazing his teeth against his jaw.

He chokes out a laugh, arms wrapping around Chuck's body.

"Nah. Least, I hope not."

"Is fucking to death a thing?" He asks muzzily, curling his fingers against his skin and yawning hugely. "I could get on board with that." Except for, you know, chafing.

Ugh but he has to move soon. In a minute.

"Might be."

Raleigh is feeling pretty lazy himself, and he keeps his arms loosely looped around Chuck.

Raleigh needs a shower. Bad. But mmm he's cozy.

Yeah chuck at least needs to pull out and discard the used condom because that at least is going to get gross fast.

So he rolls off of him slowly, with a reluctant sound, and takes care of that. He's rolling back on top of him as soon as it's done though, arm around his waist. "Glad to know how to cheer you up now," he chuckles softly, glad the sizzle of Raleigh's anger has banked for now.

Raleigh twitches a little when Chuck pulls free, making a low, pleased noise in the back of his throat when the younger Ranger comes right back to cuddle.

"Mmm. I'm pretty easy to please."

"Noted." Chuck wraps his arm around his hip to grab his arse lazily.

He kind of wants to ask what was bugging him, if it was a holdover from the previous night, but y'know they're both pretty comfy right now. "Kick me out whenever," he says, nipping at his earlobe. He's sort of hoping it won't be until morning.

"Not kicking you out, Hansen." Raleigh gives a jaw cracking yawn, and stretches.

"Might need you to move, though. I need a shower."

Chuck grins against Raleigh's jaw.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll let you wash my back," he purrs, nipping sharply again.

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