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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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He lets Chuck arrange himself and tangle their legs before glancing at the window.
"Haven't tried. They might."
He nudges the plate, pushing the stack closer to Chuck.
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Give him until after the post-breakfast mini-coma and then he'll put the syrup to better use.
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Chuck, you're really kind of cute, the way you're enjoying those pancakes. Raleigh's kind of eying him appreciatively, a little smile twisting at his lips.
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He's manly as hell.
Chuck nudges him with his foot, sucking some syrup off his thumb. "What?"
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"Nothin'."
He shrugs, letting a hand come to a rest on Chuck's shin as he reaches for a piece of fruit.
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"So after this, window sex? Or did you wanna save that for like, sunset?"
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"Sunset would be a better view," he says thoughtfully, swatting at Chuck's hand unsuccessfully.
"Could let you fuck me on the bed."
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"Yeah. I could be persuaded."
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Oh, Raleigh's watching in amusement, leaning over to run his fingers along the tented towel.
"How much would I have to beg?"
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"Well, you're on your way," he laughs low, eating a strawberry.
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He moves from under Chuck's feet and crawls over to him, pressing his mouth to Chuck's tasting the remnants of that strawberry.
"This is me begging."
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He presses in Close against him, careful not to knock the tray over or shuffle anything, tongue sliding over Chuck's lips before slipping past to flick teasingly at his tongue.
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"Yeah," he hums. "Sounds like an idea. I'm warming up to it."
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He rocks against Chuck's knee, his towel slowly starting to fall loose as Raleigh pushes closer, wanting more out of the kiss.
"Good. C'mon."
Let him move this tray somewhere safe and they can go make use of that big bed.
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"You gotta move first, mate," he purrs, tugging his hair gently.
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Good point. But Chuck feels good against him and it's hard to pull away.
He makes himself do it, dragging away so he can stand up and grab the tray and go put it in the kitchen.
His towel falls at some point. Oh well.
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"Do you have lube or should I check the bathroom?" He asks while Raleigh's in the kitchen, heading his way to the bedroom. Unless the hotel kept things stocked, which would be good. But unlikely.
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"Have some. Check in my bag." The big duffle on the floor in the corner.
"Might be some in there." Condoms too.
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It's also a pretty good excuse to rifle through Raleigh's stuff.
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Nosy brat.
Raleigh expects it though, and he saunters back in, towel in his hand.
"Find it?"
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"Yeah. Were you expecting something?" Not that he cares, it's just something he's wondering about, if he's so prepared.
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"No."
He gives Chuck an even look.
"Hoping, maybe."
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...he might a little anyway, ears going pink and spreading down the back of his neck.
"Oh I know you don't mean me," he snorts, knocking the back back onto the floor. "You didn't even think of me before I got drunk and pounced you last night."
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"You a mind reader?"
He's making his way over to chuck, a brow lifted.
"Because if not, then..." He comes up and slips his arms around him.
"Shut it." Because Chuck is hot, he's thought so for a while.
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