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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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Raleigh nips at Chuck's mouth when he turns his head, grinning and licking the water droplets from his lips, hands moving slowly, lazily, casually. Like he's got nowhere to be, nothing else to do.

Yeah, he could do this all day. Easy.

Really, unless someone calls or bangs on their--Raleigh's, Raleigh's room's door--There's not really any need to go anywhere, either.

...though Herc might be trying to call Chuck, but if he's talked to Mako he should at least know Chuck is......indisposed. Of some sort.

Ht tilts his head and nips playfully at Raleigh's mouth lips.

Mako makes no claims, she is entirely neutral like Sweden (though she might keep Herc occupied while the boys play - who wouldn't want to entertain the silver fox of the Shatterdome? She's got this, boys).

There's no need to go anywhere, nope. Raleigh grins against Chuck's mouth, and his hands speed up.

Yay Mako! --except wait no he doesn't want to know.

Chuck groans a little louder and kisses him harder, groping behind him to return the favor.

No, you probably...don't.

Don't ask questions, Chuck. Just don't.

If Chuck wants to return the favor, Raleigh's going to spin him in his arms and push Chuck's back up against the shower stall, mouth coming to meet his.

:c dad why

Okay no questions

Turning around and kissing Raleigh, that's happening. Wrapping a hand around Raleigh's cock and pumping lazily.

It's better this way.

Raleigh grins and his mouth meets Chuck's, tongue lazy in it's thorough mapping, hand moving in a similar rhythm. He feels good in Raleigh's hand; warm, hard, wet. He brushes his thumb over the head, teasing, before sliding his fingers along the length.

Chuck groans and slides his free arm around the back of Raleigh's neck to hold him close as he kisses him hungrily, rocking into his grip and jerking as he teases his cock. He's a little less...finesse-y, being before breakfast and coffee, but it's eager and firm, fist tightening and pumping the shaft loosely.

It's fine. They'll get some coffee in him later and everything will be fine.

First, though. Handjobs in the shower -- because he wants to make Chuck moan nice and early this morning.

Mm yes hand jobs and then coffee and then maybe pancakes and a lot of breakfast meats.

Chuck moans, hand curling in his hair as he thrusts into his hand.

He kisses him through that moan, covering Chuck's mouth with his and rumbling somewhere deep in his core - a growl, kind of.

This is the best miring he's had in a while.

Even the morning after they saved the world?

Chuck leans up into the growl, scraping his teeth against his lower lip as his fist tightens, speeds, thumb dragging over the head and underside of his cock.

Even then.

He pants against Chuck's mouth, hand faltering for a moment before continuing again with enthusiasm, fingers stroking and touching and tightening, providing as much grip and drag as he can.

"Fuck, Raleigh," he's moaning against his mouth, hips jerking and dick twitching in his grip. "You gotta fuck me after breakfast, okay?"

He drags him closer, fist speeding up over his shaft, thumb stroking and fingers curling. "How does that sound," he growls quietly, lips curling up in a smirk. "Wanna fuck me against the window?"

"Yes", he's growling against Chuck's mouth, teeth flashing as he bites at his lower lip.

"Right against that window."

And you're gonna love it.

Chuck grins into the growl, against the bite, tightening his grip.

"Yeah," he breathes in a rough groan, so close. "Bend me over and press me against it so we can both see that great view, or hold me up and fuck me against it, I'm good either way." It's the thought that does it, free hand curling and tightening in his hair as he comes, crying ip out into Raleigh's mouth.

"Yeah--"

Fuck that's an image, isn't it? Sends Chuck over the edge and how the hell is Raleigh supposed to stop himself?

He can't. He feels Chuck's heat wash over his hand and he loses his shit, hips stuttering and jerking as he comes, breath hot and noisy against Chuck's mouth.

Chuck sags back against the tiled wall, breathing heavily and pressing his mouth to the top of Raleigh's head.

"Yeah," he chuckles hoarsely, finger combing the hair at the back of his head. "I'm thinking omelettes and waffles."

Raleigh chokes a laugh as he shivers against Chuck, letting the water wash away the residue of their mutual handjob.

"Yeah. Omelettes and waffles."

He wraps his arm around his waist and nuzzles him lightly. "I don't have any other clothes," he mumbles, rubbing comfortably against him.

Chuck turns the water off with a lazy motion, groping roughly for the handle until he finds it.

"Can you reach the towels?"

"Imagine my disappointment that you'll eventually have to put a suit back on..." Raleigh grins, squeezing him a little before letting go to lean out of the shower and grab a towel for him.

"Here. There's bathrobes, too."

"I know, clothes, how awful," Chuck drawls, rubbing his hair dry before wrapping the towel around himself.

"I'm hiding those from you."

He's seeing Raleigh lounging around on furniture in a towel and nothing else or he's putting his pants back on.

Chuck, you kinky shit.

He wraps a towel around his waist and smirks as he steps out of the shower, making sure he's dry before padding out into the bedroom to sit on the bed and dial room service.

Chuck follows and flops down on the bed behind Raleigh while he orders, idly playing with the knot of his towel but mostly dozing and piping in with his order.

It's kinky to want to discourage Raleigh from covering up his abs?

All day, yeah. Kind of.

He relays it all to the person on the other end of the phone and they rack up a hell of a bill, but whatever -- it's all on the PPDC anyway, so why skimp out? He hangs up the phone when he's done and lays back on the bed, stretching out and yawning.

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