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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 knows. Part of why he asked him out.
"Nah. I'm stuffed."
God no more food he will explode.
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Waaaay in the back.
Yes.
There.
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He follows him up, just shaking his head because oh Chuck.
"...Can you even see the screen way back here?"
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Not that they have to start now, he's just testing durability and spacial capacity of the seats,
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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."
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He tilts his head to the side. "Only if we're caught," he points out.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"Yeah, your dick can wait until after the previews," he decides, leaning to a comfortable position.
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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.
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Yes. Yes there are.
Chuck slides a hand into his hair to idly pet.
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Yeah there are but Raleigh doesn't care. He's good with keeping Chuck in his lap and resting his face against him. The warm weight of another person in his lap is nice. He likes it.
And he really likes the hand in his hair, too -- Chuck's not pulling on it or tugging it to make him hard, just -- threading his fingers through it and it makes Raleigh sigh, and tips his head into the touch.
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Now he's finding he's got a pleased puppy ready to have his belly rubbed.
...he can't really bring himself to stop yet, finger combing through his hair and brushing the back of his ear with his thumb.
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He's not paying attention to the movie; Chuck's hand in his hair and his weight in his lap has Raleigh feeling pleasantly warm and happy, two emotions he never would've associated with Chuck (and he's sure they won't last), but here they are.
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Which Chuck would be down for.
....still, this is pretty nice. He's tilting his head down to nuzzle gently.
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It's not really that. He just didn't ever associate warm puppies and fluffy bunnies with Chuck Hansen.
But Raleigh likes Chuck's fight. That's part of why he asked him out.
Chuck tilts his head down and Raleigh shifts a little so he can catch his mouth, giving him a little kiss.
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"Hey," he whispers, tugging playfully (for now) at the hair brushing the nape of his neck. "Want me to blow you or do you want to see if we can get away with fucking?"
The logistics would be difficult but they're smart boys! Chuck believes in them!
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"There's no way we'll get away with that," he whispers back, mouth traveling to his ear. "Stick with what's simple."
Just in case they need to move quickly.
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....okay something's sticky down here and Chuck's not gonna think about it.
He's just gonna grope him lazily through the opening credits, squeezing and stroking his dick through the denim.
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"Just being smart."
His hand rests on Chuck's head, fingers pushing through his hair as his head tips back.
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Chuck takes his time, unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out, rubbing the shaft with his fingers until Raleigh really squirms.
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Oh god.
He sucks in a breath and indeed starts to squirm, fingers digging into the armrests.
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But he mostly saying that because that's about when he gets his mouth around the head of his dick and starts to suck lightly.
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He clamps a hand over his mouth to silence himself, instead resorting to heavy breathing and closed eyes because he just can't look at Chuck right now.
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