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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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It's fine. They'll get some coffee in him later and everything will be fine.

First, though. Handjobs in the shower -- because he wants to make Chuck moan nice and early this morning.

Mm yes hand jobs and then coffee and then maybe pancakes and a lot of breakfast meats.

Chuck moans, hand curling in his hair as he thrusts into his hand.

He kisses him through that moan, covering Chuck's mouth with his and rumbling somewhere deep in his core - a growl, kind of.

This is the best miring he's had in a while.

Even the morning after they saved the world?

Chuck leans up into the growl, scraping his teeth against his lower lip as his fist tightens, speeds, thumb dragging over the head and underside of his cock.

Even then.

He pants against Chuck's mouth, hand faltering for a moment before continuing again with enthusiasm, fingers stroking and touching and tightening, providing as much grip and drag as he can.

"Fuck, Raleigh," he's moaning against his mouth, hips jerking and dick twitching in his grip. "You gotta fuck me after breakfast, okay?"

He drags him closer, fist speeding up over his shaft, thumb stroking and fingers curling. "How does that sound," he growls quietly, lips curling up in a smirk. "Wanna fuck me against the window?"

"Yes", he's growling against Chuck's mouth, teeth flashing as he bites at his lower lip.

"Right against that window."

And you're gonna love it.

Chuck grins into the growl, against the bite, tightening his grip.

"Yeah," he breathes in a rough groan, so close. "Bend me over and press me against it so we can both see that great view, or hold me up and fuck me against it, I'm good either way." It's the thought that does it, free hand curling and tightening in his hair as he comes, crying ip out into Raleigh's mouth.

"Yeah--"

Fuck that's an image, isn't it? Sends Chuck over the edge and how the hell is Raleigh supposed to stop himself?

He can't. He feels Chuck's heat wash over his hand and he loses his shit, hips stuttering and jerking as he comes, breath hot and noisy against Chuck's mouth.

Chuck sags back against the tiled wall, breathing heavily and pressing his mouth to the top of Raleigh's head.

"Yeah," he chuckles hoarsely, finger combing the hair at the back of his head. "I'm thinking omelettes and waffles."

Raleigh chokes a laugh as he shivers against Chuck, letting the water wash away the residue of their mutual handjob.

"Yeah. Omelettes and waffles."

He wraps his arm around his waist and nuzzles him lightly. "I don't have any other clothes," he mumbles, rubbing comfortably against him.

Chuck turns the water off with a lazy motion, groping roughly for the handle until he finds it.

"Can you reach the towels?"

"Imagine my disappointment that you'll eventually have to put a suit back on..." Raleigh grins, squeezing him a little before letting go to lean out of the shower and grab a towel for him.

"Here. There's bathrobes, too."

"I know, clothes, how awful," Chuck drawls, rubbing his hair dry before wrapping the towel around himself.

"I'm hiding those from you."

He's seeing Raleigh lounging around on furniture in a towel and nothing else or he's putting his pants back on.

Chuck, you kinky shit.

He wraps a towel around his waist and smirks as he steps out of the shower, making sure he's dry before padding out into the bedroom to sit on the bed and dial room service.

Chuck follows and flops down on the bed behind Raleigh while he orders, idly playing with the knot of his towel but mostly dozing and piping in with his order.

It's kinky to want to discourage Raleigh from covering up his abs?

All day, yeah. Kind of.

He relays it all to the person on the other end of the phone and they rack up a hell of a bill, but whatever -- it's all on the PPDC anyway, so why skimp out? He hangs up the phone when he's done and lays back on the bed, stretching out and yawning.

Are they going to be doing things involving being clothed?

Chuck rolls onto his stomach when Raleigh lays down, watching him. He guesses this is kind of nice, to be damp and fresh from the shower and getting comfortable on a giant fucking bed. He's not sure if it's an every day thing though.

...No. Probably not. A bathrobe might be nice for the inbetweens, though.

"Not a bad gig, huh?"

He grins lazily over at him, moving a hand to rest on Chuck's head, fingers pushing through his damp hair.

Mmmmyeah maybe. If he must.

Chuck nearly purrs and presses his head into his hand, hand curling possessive over Raleigh's hip.

Really, the only thing that'd make this better would be coffee.

"Saving the world? Yeah, I could make this a habit."

And coffee is on the way. Life will be perfect in T-ten minutes.

He keeps running his fingers through Chuck's hair, grinning a little at him.

"Mhm. Not a bad plan."

For the day, at least.

Though, maybe things could actually be like this.
"The world would have to be in peril again," he murmurs, slowly dozing off under Raleigh's hand,

Could be, Hansen. Could be.

"Mmm. Or something." He keeps petting him, letting him doze, until there's a knock on the door and he gets up to go get the room service.

Chuck doesn't even bother putting on a bathrobe for the nice room service people as they wheel the food in, just watching them as he leans against the doorway of the bedroom with his arms crossed.

"This is going to be all over the tabloids," he comments when they're gone.

"Yeah," he says, surveying the big ass tray thoughtfully and reaching for an apple to crunch into.

"Probably."

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