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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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"Fuck," he breathes, head knocking back against the door with a thunk. "Tempt tempt," he grins savagely, pushing Raleigh's shirt up and scratching at his back.

"It's not the fucking prom, rahhls," he groans, thrusting into his hand. "I know where the damn theater is."

"Said you'd go out with me, lemme do it right."

He rubs his thumb over the head and makes sure Chuck is backed against the door to keep it shut before sinking to his knees and taking him in his mouth, swallowing him whole.

If Raleigh is trying to get Chuck to agree using his sexual wiles, then, sir,

you are on the right track.

"Is there a fucking wrong way to do it?" He groans, hips jerking a little. He's reaching to slide his fingers through his hair, nails dragging over his scalp and pulling lightly with a faint smirk. He's gonna go ahead and maybe stop talking for a while, giving over to Raleigh Fucking Becket's mouth.

He takes him deep, letting his cock hit the back of his throat before sucking sharply and pulling back, tongue tracing around the tip.

"Yeah. Seven, Hansen."

He smirks, then takes him in again, sliding his mouth down Chuck's length, tongue hot and flat against his cock.

"Hnnngfuck," he whimpers, threading the fingers of both hands through his hair and leaning his head back.

He does wanna watch though, he's got his eyes flicked down and Jesus fucking Christ, that fucking smirk. "God whatever fine," he growls, shuddering desperately under his mouth.

That's right. You give him what he fucking wants, Chuck. Let him pick you up and take you out and you are gonna like it.

He sucks sharply, humming a little as he slides down, teeth a light presence as he pulls up.

"If you wear a" gasp "suit I'm going to" weak groan, scrabble at his hair, "I'm dumping you on the spot," he moans out, shifting his legs so he can actually fucking stand up under the onslaught of--

"Shit, move," he whines, tightening his grip in his hair. Unless, you know, Raleigh doesn't mind swallowing which Chuck is fine with,

He doesn't answer and he doesn't move. Instead, he sucks hard, and uses his hand to give some grip and drag, free hand squeezing Chuck's ass and pushing him further into his mouth.

Yeah, yeah Chuck's coming, shooting into Raleigh's mouth with a muffled cry (he sacrifices one of the hands in Raleigh's hair to shove his fist into his mouth).

"Oh my god you're such a slut," he mumbles as his fist drops from his mouth, grinning lazily.

Raleigh swallows him down and is just smirking like crazy as he gets to his feet.

"Seven."

Chuck is rolling his eyes and pulling Raleigh in to kiss him sloppy.

"Don't take me somewhere nice," he threatens, dipping his hand to his crotch to squeeze loosely. "But seven."

"No high class for us," he mumbles, nipping at Chucks lower lip.

He's so pleased with himself.

"And we're sitting in the back row at the movies and I'm returning the favor," he says with a leer, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up.

Yeah like he said -- definitely no high class.

That's cool. He's totally okay with that, really.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you tonight."

"Yeah, tonight."

...there might be a twenty minute of frustration that night about what to wear, torn between wanting to surprise him and looking nice or showing he doesn't really wanna put in an effort.

He finally settles on torn, well-worn jeans, and a tight grey t-shirt. He'll just be waiting outside to avoid awkward things.

Raleigh is looking nicer, though he's not dressed up by any means. He'd settled on regular wash jeans and a nice button down, but he didn't go all out. Chuck insisted they not go anywhere nice so he's not really dressed to kill, but he still looks nice enough.

He's kind of glad that Chuck's waiting outside, talking to Herc would be awkward as shit.

Yeah, that was his motivation for not waiting for him to ring the doorbell--or, you know, MEET HIM AT THE THEATER (because now Herc's weird about it and wondering why his kid is waiting outside for a while before heading out to a movie ostensibly on his own).

He's sort of up like a shot and down the street, dragging Raleigh along by the hand. "Keep your head down, he's watching," he mutters.

What, he can't think they're friends or something? Or hell -- even dating, though maybe Herc wouldn't be thrilled his son was going out with a dude. Hard to say. Raleigh's pretty sure Yancy doesn't give a shit who he dates (he's brought one of each home to meet the family before so no one is surprised, honestly) but, maybe Herc does.

"...Okay."

It's either cause Chuck's ashamed or...who knows. He keeps his head down anyway though.

Oh, Herc doesn't care who or what gender Chuck dates, Chuck just doesn't really want to have that conversation with his dad. He's probably going to get grilled about it when he gets home though.

As for being ashamed.....well that's not completely accurate.

He's still holding his hand once they get to a more populated part of town, so. There you go. "What movie were you thinking of?"

Raleigh's pleased that they're still holding hands, and he threads his fingers with Chuck's and keeps a firm grip.

His. His boyfriend.

"There's a new zombie one out. Dunno if that's your thing."

What who used the 'b' word this is their first date.
But laced fingers is okay, Chuck's not pulling away.

"Whatever, I'm not going to be spending a lot of time watching the screen."

Uh huh, okay.

"You could pretend you're not out with me just for that, you know." He nudges him a little and grins - he's mostly teasing.

Seriously! Chuck's not even convinced he likes Raleigh.

...okay he does.

"Well I'm not going to jump your bones at dinner," he snorts. "If you still wanna do that."

Good. Cause Raleigh likes Chuck, for whatever reason.

"Was thinking about it." He casually squeezes Chuck's hand.

"Hungry?"

Chuck can't figure it out.

"I could get a burger." He glances down at their clasped hands and squeezes back lightly. "Unless you wanna see the movie first."

Chuck smirks.

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