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"I'd rather you be the devil in my arse," he groans, hips jerking eagerly.

"Wonder if there's a camera in here," Chuck murmurs into his ear, hands sliding up under his shirt and jacket to slide them off his skin, slowing his hips down to a lazy sort of grind.

"Could do that too," he smirks, loosening his hold a little. "And I dunno. Probably."

Someone was getting a free show of two jaeger pilots getting hot and heavy in an elevator.

Just as long as it doesn't end up on the internet.

Chuck mouthes at the bite lazily, running his fingers down his back to dip them into his back pockets.

"We there yet?" he murmurs.

It better not.

Raleigh starts to answer when the elevator dings, and he turns and swaggers out, tossing his jacket over his shoulder.

"This way, Hansen."

When Raleigh pulls away so quickly, so suddenly, Chuck nearly gasps at the loss, feeling suddenly cold. He growls, getting a hold of himself and following after him in a quick near stumble.

"Slow down!"

Raleigh grins over his shoulder before stopping at a room and swiping his keycard again.

It's a nice room, an executive suite with more shit than Raleigh needs for just one person.

"Home sweet home for the night."

"You got nicer stuff than me." Drunk Chuck's prone to a whinier tone of voice. He doesn't seem too concerned with it, since as soon as the door's closing he's back up against Raleigh and pushing him against the nearest surface; horizontal or otherwise, doesn't matter.

He is finally pushing his shirt off though. "Did you ask for this room or did they just give the big damn hero the nicest shit they had?" he purrs against his mouth.

"Just gave it to me," he groans as he's backed up against the kitchen table. He's helping by shrugging out of his shirt completely and tossing both dress shirt and jacket over the table before his hands come to rest on Chuck's hips.

"Guess they think I'm special."

Not useless.

"Guess you gotta be," he bites at his lips and grins before sliding to his knees.

He presses his mouth to Raleigh's hipbone, clumsily tugging at the front of his slacks. It's a little easier to grope him in these, at least, than the pants they prefer to live in. He can actually run his fingers over the length and find the head to tease it.

He laughs, the sound echoing through the rest of the suite.

"Least someone thinks so."

Raleigh shudders at that, hands dropping to fumble with his belt, the button and zipper so he can pull it down, giving Chuck the option to free him or not.

"Guess so." Chuck bats at Raleigh's hand--he can do it!--but tugs his pants and underwear down his hips enough to get at his cock.

He looks at it a moment with eyes narrowed like he's deciding from what angle to tackle it, sizing it up so to speak. He curls his hand around the base and strokes slowly, running his tongue over the head.

His hand settles on Chuck's head, fingers sliding through his hair as Raleigh leans back against the table, feet apart while Chuck takes a good look at his cock.

His grip tightens when he's stroked and when the wet heat of Chuck's tongue circles him, he makes a noise that's half strangled, half pleased.

"More."

Chuck makes a mug noise; if Raleigh's pulling his hair and it's not to pull him off, it's gotta mean good things right?

Plus those noises. Chuck wants to coax more of those out and that's the only reason he obeys, dragging his tongue back over the head in a slower swipe, mouth opening as much as a smirk allows.

Good things, yeah. Something like that.

Chuck obeys and if its either willingly or out of spite Raleigh doesn't know or care, because whatever it is it's working; Raleigh groans again, head tipping back as muscles in his hips twitch with every pass of Chuck's tongue.

He mouthes the head, lashing his tongue against the slit before pulling his head back, moving his fist slowly.

The whiskey and 'shine is still sort of weighing his head down and it would be so easy to lean against Raleigh's hip and jerk him off but the taste of the older Ranger is heady, the feel of his dick against his tongue and what it does to Raleigh urging him on.

Chuck leans back on his heels and wraps his lips around the head again, slides his head down slowly.

Raleigh mumbles some kind of unintelligible swear, the effort of not bucking his hips into Chuck's mouth monumental.

His hand rests on Chuck's head, fingers lacing in his hair as he shudders, cock twitching in his grip.

Chuck sucks eagerly, drawing his mouth back to keep himself from drooling. He lets out a faint snort when he realizes Raleigh's holding himself back and reaches around, palming his ass and pulling him in deeper.

He might gag, a little, not used to uh, this, but he's not backing down. Plus, he's making these sort of pleading noises that should tell Raleigh how much he's into it.

It's all the encouragement he needs; he still doesn't want to choke him, but he doesn't hold back nearly so much anymore. The noises Chuck makes are driving him crazy and the younger Ranger's mouth is hot, wet, and very inviting. It has him shuddering all the way from the top of his spine to his toes, and he groans.

"Chuck--"

Oh Chuck can feel Raleigh shuddering and it just urges him on, bobbing his head and managing to slide his mouth all the way down.

He jerks back once his lips bump base, breathing sharply through his nose. He doesn't stop though, curling his fingers around Raleigh's hips and digging his nails into the bone and humming in pleasure. It's sloppy, uncoordinated, but very enthusiastic.

Doesn't matter how sloppy it is, Raleigh can still feel every move that Chuck makes, every pass of his tongue and every press of his fingers against his skin.

He slides a hand over chuck's head, threading through his hair while the other supports his weight by gripping the edge of the table.

"Christ--"

He darts his gaze up to Raleigh's face, panting through his nose.

Chucks hands slide fingers under his waistband and pulls his head back to suck on the head eagerly, tongue circling the ridge and whining high in the back of his throat. He's hard, straining the front of his pants and he's tempted to let go of Raleigh's hips, or at least release one hand to shove down the front of his pants and giving himself some relief.

Hnnnnghhh fuck and Chuck looking up at him like that has Raleigh dragging in a breath.

"S-stop--"

Because he's going to explode soon if Chuck doesn't and he has no idea if, uh, that's something Chuck's gonna be okay with.

There's a desperation in Raleigh's voice that has Chuck feeling smug, but he pulls off quick with a frown.

"Why, was that--'s something wrong?"

Because it'd looked like he was enjoying it. Chuck wipes his mouth of the extra saliva and savors the flavor of the man on his tongue.

"No,--" he wheezes; if he grips the table any harder he might break it.

"Gonna-- lose it, if you keep going. Didn't know--"

Some people don't like that, just saying but for God's sake if you don't mind keep going.

Chuck grins, smugness filling him fit to bursting, about enough to make him wanna try--

and the moonshine is telling him to go for it.

So he leans forward again, swallowing half his cock and sucking greedily.

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