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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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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.

"Ten minutes, hm?" Raleigh smirks, shivering a little at the nip and automatically drawing Chuck in a little tighter, fingers digging in.

Tease.

Nn, Chuck makes a faint noise in the back of his throat.

"Yeah, mate, lemme catch my breath, and I'll stand," he says, nipping again sharply.

His fingers slide into Chuck's hair and he grips a little, exhaling against skin cooled by sweat.

"Ten minutes. Sure."

Hell, Raleigh probably needs that ten minutes, too. Chuck's not the only one who is noodle-limbed.

He inhales sharply again, eyes fluttering shut as a smirk curls his lips.

"Ah, thanks," he drawls, a touch sarcastically.

Yeahh, he was about to just sprawl on top of Raleigh and not let him move until Chuck was ready to.

Raleigh is completely okay with this. Chuck is heavy, but he's not uncomfortable and Raleigh likes the weight of his body pressed against him like that.

His arms snake around Chuck's waist, a loose hold that's easily broken, though his fingers lace together at the base of Chuck's spine.

Yeah, it's nice.

Mm. Raleigh's pretty comfortable to stretch out on and splay lazily. And he's not gonna say this, but he's enjoying the arms around his back, and he makes no move to break the hold.

.....and, y'know, he probably shouldn't press. But it's Chuck.

"You still pissed?" he mutters against his shoulder.

Raleigh would be kind of disappointed it Chuck didn't push, because -- it's Chuck.

"No," he says honestly, shifting a little bit underneath Chuck so that Chuck's hip isn't digging into him anymore.

"You gonna tell me why you were?"he asks, letting Raleigh shift him only because he's sort of uncomfortable anyway. He actually goes ahead and slides off of him and stays pressed against his side and propping his head up by his arm.

He exhales when Chuck shifts off of him, a little relieved if only because its easier to breath now.

He gives Chuck a wary look because he's pressed in against him, they're warm, they're cozy, they're cuddling and he's not sure if talking about this is a good idea.

"Do you want me to?"

He shrugs, distracted now by the gross, sticky mess on Raleigh's stomach that somehow is a lot less gross against Raleigh's stomach. Chuck's distracting himself a little with wondering if he shouldn't be weird about that.

"Mm. You gonna get pissed again?" He asks idly, running his fingers through it.

Raleigh watches him kind of warily, skin pricking and tingling where Chuck runs his fingers through it. He's...a little surprised at that, but he doesn't say anything about it.

"No." It is what it is.

He's tracing weird designs with the edge of his thumb. It'll be scrubbed off soon anyway, and if they're gonna keep...whatever it is, he might as well get used to it.

"'Cause you don't have to tell me. I think one of the bonuses of..." he jerks his chin vaguely to convey their casual relationship, "is not having to talk."

Raleigh can't seem to take his eyes off of Chuck's fingers tracing designs in his own come. It'll stiffen, eventually, but for the moment there's something really strangely erotic about what he's doing.

"You telling me it's okay if I get pissed and not tell you why?"

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