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Psh, Raleigh doesn't mind being obvious that much.

"Hold me to what?" Raleigh smirks at Chuck, shirt hanging open as he stuffs his hands into his own pockets, leading Chuck inside to the elevators and winking at the front desk girl on the way over.

If Raleigh was gonna change his mind, Chuck'd know it by now. They wouldn't be getting in the elevator and Raleigh wouldn't be swiping his card and punching the 17 button, and he sure wouldn't be pushing Chuck against the wall and wedging a knee between his thighs, mouth settling on Chuck's neck.

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Chuck flashes a charming smirk at girl at the desk before swaggering into the elevator with him.

He's about to stretch, maybe make another sort of off-color comment when he's pushed against the wall of the elevator and being ravaged.

"Jesus!" he pants, grinning and rolling his hips against Raleigh's knee, pressing his hands against his bare chest.

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Raleigh's hands are everywhere; smoothing over Chuck's chest, sliding between his thighs to grope him over the material of his dress pants, reaching around to grip his ass and bring him closer against Raleigh's frame.

"He isn't saving you now," Raleigh growls, though he's smirking a little against Chuck's mouth. "Not from me."

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Chuck laughs, and groans, pressing against his hands and body, grinding eagerly against him.

"Who says I needed saving," he growls back against Raleigh's mouth, ducking his head to bite viciously at his throat, hands sliding in to grip his waist to hold him good and close.

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"Not me," Raleigh hisses, twinge of pain shooting through his body at the bite. It makes him grip Chuck's hair and pull, hips rocking against Chuck instinctively.

"I'm happy to be the devil on your shoulder tonight." Now that Chuck's got him all worked up and fucking horny, Raleigh's hard pressed to give a shit anymore.

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"I'd rather you be the devil in my arse," he groans, hips jerking eagerly.

"Wonder if there's a camera in here," Chuck murmurs into his ear, hands sliding up under his shirt and jacket to slide them off his skin, slowing his hips down to a lazy sort of grind.

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"Could do that too," he smirks, loosening his hold a little. "And I dunno. Probably."

Someone was getting a free show of two jaeger pilots getting hot and heavy in an elevator.

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Just as long as it doesn't end up on the internet.

Chuck mouthes at the bite lazily, running his fingers down his back to dip them into his back pockets.

"We there yet?" he murmurs.

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It better not.

Raleigh starts to answer when the elevator dings, and he turns and swaggers out, tossing his jacket over his shoulder.

"This way, Hansen."

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When Raleigh pulls away so quickly, so suddenly, Chuck nearly gasps at the loss, feeling suddenly cold. He growls, getting a hold of himself and following after him in a quick near stumble.

"Slow down!"

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Raleigh does glance over and meet that gaze and follow it to the stairs. Chuck gets up and heads up and Raleigh doesn't budge from his spot for a few minutes, giving Chuck time to think about it and get a little antsy before he excuses himself and follows.

He raps sharply on the only closed door before cracking it.

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Chuck was sort of starting to flop back admits the pillows and starting to doze off, because whatever, it's not like Raleigh even said he'd like to--

Oh but knocking. He pushes himself up on his arms, toeing his shoes off. "He-eey," he says, drawing out the word.

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Raleigh carefully pushes the door shut behind him, flipping the lock with his fingers.

"Hey." He's still holding his beer and watching Chuck toe his shoes off, blues eyes flicking from Chuck to the rest of the room, wondering who's bedroom it is that they're about to defile.

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Chuck's...fairly sure it's a guest room, but someone could be living in it. Whatever, they can wash the sheets.

He wants to ask if Raleigh wants to continue what was started in the closet, but he can't figure a way to word it without sounding insecure or needy. Instead, he's taking his shirt off. That should send the right invitation.

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He doesn't have to worry a lot about feeling insecure or needy, Raleigh's kind of...well.

He's older, but he's not immune to feeling rejected or insecure. He polishes the beer off and sets it aside before picking his way over to sit on the bed next to Chuck, knocking his shoulder against his when the shirt's been pulled over his head.

Then Raleigh mentally just says fuck it, and tugs his own off.

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Yeah, they're both young and pretty stupid and insecure. Raleigh at least has the open personality that goes with his pretty face, making it easy for people to like him. Chuck....well he's got Max, and that's enough for him. Why should Raleigh be afraid of rejection?

He watches greedily as Raleigh's torso is revealed. Part of Chuck wants to stay in control, to climb on top of Raleigh and direct things. There's a louder part of him that's remembering the feel of Raleigh shoving him against the wall and really, really wants to feel that again. He hooks his fingers into his belt loops and pulls him along while he lays back on the bed, eyes fever-bright.

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Because everyone is afraid of rejection in some way. Raleigh's not immune.

He drops the shirt on the floor and goes with him, pressing him back against the mattress before he leans in hungrily, mouth finding Chuck's, tongue licking its way back in, tasting alcohol, the metallic tang of blood, and cherry juice.

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Chuck kisses Raleigh like they're back in the closet, vicious and desperate and clinging to every bit of it like it's going away in seven minutes.

He resists being pressed down for a moment, testing the force of Raleigh's pressing with a faint growl, surging up into him.

love meme, cont.

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Relax. Sure. Like that's easy, when you've got Chuck Hansen between your thighs rimming you.

He strokes his cock though and Raleigh eases back, allowing the tension to leave his body, a chocked groan escaping his lips.

"Right. Sorry."

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Well if he's not having fun......

Chuck hums, tracing his thumb against the big vein and laying a brief open mouthed kiss against his ass, teeth scraping a cheek before he presses the tip of his tongue against his entrance and pushing.

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He's having fun. Plenty of fun. Lots of fun.

He shudders and groans; it's soft heat pushing against him but no less intense than anything else Chuck could be doing. His fingers flex and he digs them into the mattress, head tossing back with a hiss of frustrated pleasure.

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It sounds like it! And Chuck's having almost as much fun just listening to Raleigh have fun.

He moves his face further against Raleigh's flesh, pushing his tongue in deeper and flattening it, widening it inside of him and dragging it out slowly before thrusting it in again, this time adding a finger alongside.

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"Fuck--" He manages, teeth grinding together as he grabs at the sheets, twisting them in his hands. It's hot - in more ways than just one. HE feels filled but not quite, warm heat and softness yet the addition of Chuck's finger has an added contrast and he whimpers (much to his abject horror), and twitches under those hands.

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Chuck's spurred by Raleigh's cries, flicking his tongue deep inside him and huffing a smug laugh when the man whimpers.

He thrusts a second finger into him and curls his hand tight around his cock as he pulls his tongue out slowly, widening it as he goes.

"I could do this until you come," he hums, voice husky. "Or I could stick my dick in you."
what a romantic.

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Raleigh is trembling by the time Chuck withdraws and speaks to him. His mouth is dry and his words -- fuck, he's barely able to croak them out. It's pathetic.

"Just fuck me, Hansen, Christ--"

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No, Chuck is wishing he was filming this because that is awesome.

"Sure, Becket," he purrs, stroking him lazily and pressing a kiss to the side of his knee. He's reaching for the lube where it is to slick his cock. "Whatever you want, baby."