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[driftsolo]

[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.

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[simplepuzzle]

"I said yes to a date, that wasn't a date," he protests right back.

That was no date, that was fooling around and Chuck really had wanted some of that fooling around on the desk. Not a date.

[driftsolo]

...He's gonna pout at Chuck now.

Seriously. Pout.

[simplepuzzle]

"Are you serious right now?"

What is even happening.

Can they go see the movie so Chuck can blow Raleigh.

[driftsolo]

Pouting is happening.

Isn't it effective?

[simplepuzzle]

....no.

"Seriously, what's happening."

but why is he pouting

[driftsolo]

Sigh. Rats.

"You're no fun. You ready for the movie?"

[simplepuzzle]

"You're confusing and weird." Chuck grabs his trash to dump it on the way out.

"Let's go."

[driftsolo]

Well, you know. It's how he rolls.

"Maybe." He gathers his own shit and dumps it in the garbage, then follows Chuck out.

[simplepuzzle]

He pushes his hands into his pockets and shakes his head. "No, you're weird."

Now let's go see a movie and make out.

[driftsolo]

Aw and he was gonna hold your hand again.

"Am I?"

He walks beside him, chin tipped up, thoughtful. Maybe he's weird. That's okay though -- makes him unique or something.

[simplepuzzle]

Maybe later.

"Yeah you're pretty much a weirdo." He knocks his elbow against Raleigh's.

"Zombies?"

[driftsolo]

He grins - okay fine. He's weird.

"Yeah. Gotta love those apocalypse movies, right?"

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck's a little weird, too.

Raleigh got the burgers, so Chuck gets the tickets. "We don't need popcorn, do we?" They did just eat.

[driftsolo]

He knows. Part of why he asked him out.

"Nah. I'm stuffed."

God no more food he will explode.

[simplepuzzle]

"All right." He's casually reaching for his hand again as they head into the theater, looking around for the perfect seats.

Waaaay in the back.
Yes.
There.

[driftsolo]

He follows him up, just shaking his head because oh Chuck.

"...Can you even see the screen way back here?"

[simplepuzzle]

"I'm not watching the movie," he reminds him, pushing him into a seat and then climbing into his lap,

Not that they have to start now, he's just testing durability and spacial capacity of the seats,

[driftsolo]

Dammit and Raleigh wanted to see zombies. Maybe he will rent it later.

His arms go around Chuck and he snorts, pulling him in close and nibbling a little at his neck.

"Gonna get us thrown out, you know."

[simplepuzzle]

You could have suggested a movie you had no interest in seeing, you knew what this was.

He tilts his head to the side. "Only if we're caught," he points out.

[driftsolo]

He thought it was, you know. A date.

"Hope we're not," he murmurs, fingers twisting in Chuck's shirt, mouth leaving sucking kisses on his neck.

[simplepuzzle]

He kept saying he was going to return the favor during the movie.

It's still a date.

"Well if you make much more noise we won't have to worry about that because they will throw us out," he hisses, relaxing against him.

[driftsolo]

"Shh."

He nips at Chuck's neck to shut him up, grinning a little against his skin, arms tight around him.

This is kinda nice, having Chuck in his lap like this.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck rolls his eyes, but he might be hiding a grin.

"Yeah, your dick can wait until after the previews," he decides, leaning to a comfortable position.

[driftsolo]

His chuckle is muffled against Chuck's skin, his face pressed against his neck.

Chuck leans back and Raleigh keeps his arms around him, fingers locked around his middle.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck's comfy, and are there any actual rules about him not sharing seats?

Yes. Yes there are.

Chuck slides a hand into his hair to idly pet.