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[ooc; continued from here]
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.
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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"Love you," he manages, though he's working on catching Chuck's mouth with his again after.
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"Love you," he hisses into his mouth, scratching at his skin. "Fuck, Raleigh, I missed you so fucking much, I don't know what to do to convince you--"
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"I believe you. I believe you--"
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He shakes as he comes, clinging desperately to Raleigh and crying out against the crook of his neck.
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Jesus it's never been that emotionally intense before.
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He does pull away eventually, muttering about cramping and sticking together as he unwraps Raleigh's legs from around his waist and throws the condom out. He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes and comes back with a warm wash cloth he uses to wipe their skin. He's sorta quiet, even after dropping the cloth and stretching out next to him on the bed.
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He can't move, so it's good that Chuck does all the work. He's been fucked into temporary paralysis, though he manages to flop his head and glance over at Chuck once he comes back to lay with him on the bed.
"Hey."
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He wants to say something, but doesn't want to ruin the glow.
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Chuck's warm against his side and it feels good, a tangible presence that he's quietly enjoying. He slips an arm around Chuck and pulls him in, pressing a rough kiss to his head.
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"I was serious about finding a place," he mutters. "You'n me." And it's not like he thinks Raleigh wasn't, but did he think Chuck was only saying it as a sex thing?
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"I know," he says, fingertips tracing a line down his spine. "I know you were."
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"I'm sorry." He runs his fingers through Chuck's hair, smoothing the pieces that are sticking up back down.
"Thought I was at first. I was wrong."
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Look it was a long time they didn't see each other a guy really needs to make sure that's all.
"I know. I'm sorry." He keeps petting, keeps kissing.
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Chuck kisses back and wraps his arms around Raleigh's waist.
Maybe Raleigh's not the only one who's a little insecure.
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Apparently he isn't. He'd thought this all meant way more to him than Chuck.
"Love you, okay? I mean it."
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"That was never a question." And that's the problem. "Like, did you really think I was going to screw around?"
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"No." He says quietly, sighing and finally just -- says what he thinks.
"I just thought it meant more to me. That's all."
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"Maybe at first, but it's almost been two years," he growls. "You think if I didn't wanna be with you I wouldn't have broken up with you sometime in the last year and a half we've been apart?"
Sorry, Becket, you belong to Chuck now.
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Raleigh yelps and swats at his hand. Owwww.
"Yeah, I know. I know!"
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"Good. I'm kind of stupid over you."
As is evidenced by him not going off to sulk in the bathroom.
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He snorts, dragging him in and pinning his arms. No pinching.
"Been dumb over you."
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"We are."
Two dumb boys.
"Love you too, Chuck." Things will be fine. Right?
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