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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]

Admit it, Chuck's just so adorable and sexy covered in cum and lotion, bitten and dazed.

"Yea," he grunts, sliding off the bed and straightening with a wince. He's sore and aching in all new places! Uh. He's limping to the bathroom now.
He might have to make this a sit-down shower.

[driftsolo]

Precious.

Raleigh's gonna just...wait here. And do something with this comforter, oops.

[simplepuzzle]

Okay maybe it's a little gross.

Chuck takes a while, mostly because he's trying to get the lotion out and then he gets distracted for longer than he should.

But out he comes in one of the towels, indicating with a nod and a head jerk that it's free.
And he wants to get dressed and go home and sleep for the next twenty hours, but he sort of flops on the bed in his towel and curls up on his side.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh's dozing when he comes out, but when Chuck comes out he wakes up (he's a light sleeper) and stumbles in after him.

He doesn't take nearly as long as Chuck, but he doesn't really expect Chuck to be sticking around when he gets out.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck sort of tends to sleep like the dead once he's really asleep.

And really now would actually be a better time to leave, slinking back home to pass out in his own bed. He'll get up in a second and out his pants back on.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh's surprised he's here, but he comes back out in a towel and sits on the bed, reaching for his clothes to put them in a pile.

He'll get dressed in a minute. Really.

[simplepuzzle]

Yeahh really.

Chuck's rolling onto his back with a grunt, blinking blearily, looking around for his shorts.

[driftsolo]

Awkward.

"Here."

He picks them up, hands them over, brows lifted.

[simplepuzzle]

"Thanks." Yeah, a little.

Chuck pulls his on, rubs the heel of his hand into his eye. If he doesn't look directly at Raleigh, it'll make the night even more like a dream.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh isn't quite that awkward.

Besides, it's probably still the middle of the night or early morning or something.

He's looking at him though, a little wary.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck reaches for his clothes and drags his pants back on with a pretty wretched yawn.

"Gonna head home," he mumbles, reaching for his shirt too.

[driftsolo]

"Sure."

He will too. He's not about to crash here in some strangers bed with a dirty comforter.

"Me too."

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck slides his shirt back on and moves to shove his feet into his shoes, moving for the door.

...he holds the door open for Raleigh.

[driftsolo]

He stomps his feet back into his shoes, then gets to his feet.

And -- That's surprising, but Raleigh isn't complaining. He's going through, stuffing his hands in his pockets and waiting out in the hall for him.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck's not really looking forward to so obviously be leaving down with Raleigh, but there's not a lot to be done.

There's a reason it's called the walk of 'shame".

[driftsolo]

Yeeeeeep.

Oh well. Raleigh isn't that ashamed. Chuck can be if he likes, but Raleigh's head is up and he looks kind of like he's won the lottery, if a little tired.

[simplepuzzle]

If Chuck could pay attention to what's on other people's faces he'd ask him what the hell is wrong with him.

Cos Chuck isn't really expecting anything or putting any meaning into what was clearly a drunken hookup.

There's no point in saying goodnight to the host, he's not sure who that is, he's just gonna head out the door and start walking in what's the vague direction of his house.

[driftsolo]

...Raleigh says goodbye, because he's polite like that.

But he goes out after Chuck and jogs to catch up with him. Quit leaving him, Jesus.

[simplepuzzle]

Chuck does glance at him, then.

"What're you doing?" He asks blankly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He can't remember if he brought a jacket to the party or not, and it's not worth going back and looking for something he might not have brought.

Also. Why is Raleigh following him?

[driftsolo]

"Walking home? I like like, a street over from you."

He gestures back.

"Should I walk ten feet behind you?"

[simplepuzzle]

"Sounds all right." He smirks crookedly over at him but shrugs carelessly.

Raleigh can walk with him, whatever.

[driftsolo]

Raleigh rolls his eyes.

Whatever, Hansen. He's walking beside you. He's not dropping ten feet back because you're a pussy and can't face the music.

"Hell of a party," he comments casually.

[simplepuzzle]

"Guess so."

See, this is why Chuck didn't want to walk or spend time with Raleigh immediately after fucking.

Or. Any time after fucking.

And what music are we talking about there no music to talk about.

[driftsolo]

Rude.

Don't worry though, they'll get to Raleigh's street soon enough and he'll leave Chuck be and they can both go back to the way things were.

[simplepuzzle]

Yeah good okay.

...also Chuck's not entirely sure what you say after a drunken sexual encounter with someone you fight with constantly.