[Raleigh won't shut the fuck up about camping but Chuck absolutely refuses to go until there's a decent weather forecast and that means, no snow or temperatures that drop below freezing overnight because fuck you, Becket, normal people don't go out in weather like that voluntarily.
Chuck also struggles to figure out how people actually live in Alaska for years and years because who voluntarily chooses to live in cold places.
But finally, finally the weather cooperates and they pack up one of the PPDC's Jeeps and Raleigh knows a place, so Chuck actually hasn't the faintest idea of where they are, but there's trees and probably a deer somewhere but he hasn't seen one. What he has seen is Raleigh burn his fingers cooking dinner over a fire and stars and Max is having a good time out in the wild (like fuck he was going to leave for five days without the dog).
They sleep in two sleeping bags zipped together and for fuck's sake, Raleigh, you really never do sleep with a shirt on, do you. Chuck laughs as he helps peel the shirt off of him because Raleigh won't stop wriggling.]
[ There’s actually a lake around, too, but when Raleigh suggested they go for a swim sometime, Chuck had leveled the flattest look Raleigh’d ever seen on a human being before and like, unleashed a slew of profanity into Raleigh’s face, so swimming is definitely off the table.
That's okay, because there’s plenty to do around that doesn’t have to involve swimming -- like taking walks around the lake, tossing balls around for Max, and kissing with no real endgame for about a million hours in the blankets they’ve stuffed in the back of the truck, which is, personally, Raleigh’s favorite. He’s looking forward to doing that, right now, but his shirt’s kind of getting in the way.
Raleigh grunts as the neck of his t-shirt catches around his chin, and says, breathlessly– ] You’re more – ridiculous – [ –before the t-shirt comes off as Chuck tugs it the rest of the way over his head. Raleigh blinks with his sudden vision, registers Chuck laughing in front of him, and grins, wide and happy. ]
Hi. [ His shirt’s still caught above his head, around his arms, but Raleigh leans in to kiss Chuck anyway, brief and sweet. ]
[You can go swim in the lake, Raleigh, just don't come crying to him when your junk freezes off. And don't think Chuck wouldn't leave you in a heartbeat if you lost your dick.
Chuck makes a frustrated noise, and just kisses the idiot instead of trying to help him worm his way out of his shirt entirely because if he can't figure it out on his own, then he deserves to be trapped and maybe Chuck likes having his arms tied up because then-- you know.]
You seem like you've got a real problem there, Ray.
[ Don’t tell Raleigh that. He still thinks Chuck likes him for his sparkling personality.
Because Raleigh is Raleigh, it takes about 0.00003 seconds for the t-shirt to get out of hand -- tangled around his wrists instead of his elbows like before -- and for Raleigh to use that to his advantage to hook Chuck in by the neck with his shirt, dragging him in for another kiss. ] Nope.
[ Much as he does like having his arms tied up, Raleigh pushes the shirt off the rest of the way in the end. This way, at least, he can properly have his arms around Chuck’s neck. ] Looks good from here.
[Chuck likes his personality okay, he's just never going to say it because then Raleigh will never shut the fuck up about it and he already talks all the fucking time.
He's also a crafty little shit, hooking Chuck in with his shirt like that, and Chuck isn't sure if he should be impressed or roll his eyes and he settles on biting Raleigh's lip instead after kissing him.]
[ That should be all background noise to you, Chuck. It's not Raleigh's fault you haven't learned how to tune him out yet. ]
Hey - [ Raleigh kisses him back, and pretends affront at Chuck's biting by mocking a frown. ] - if I'm an idiot, you're an idiot. You couldn't even pull it off yourself.
[ In a pretty amateur move, Raleigh ruins his own bitchface by ducking his head to kiss Chuck's cheek, tugging him down by the hold Raleigh's got around his neck into the blankets with him. Raleigh hooks his calf over Chuck's thigh, dragging him bodily closer into a clingy octopus-hug.
After Raleigh's forced them both to settle, he relaxes, looking pretty pleased with how things all turned out. ]
[Sorry he's still in that place where sometimes he actually gives a shit about what Raleigh has to say but if you want him to stop that, then by all means mate, he will.
Chuck makes a borderline disgruntled noise with how they've turned out but does absolutely nothing to free himself.]
Why the fuck can't you ever sleep with a shirt on?
[ If it were ever possible for Raleigh to tuck his vagina back in and talk about anything other than his enormous feelings, he... still wouldn't, so that arrangement works okay for him.
Raleigh tilts his head, false concern emanating from him in waves. ] I'm sorry, does my nudity bother you? Should I put a shirt on? Hang on -
[ He pats around for his shirt, despite it lying crumpled like two feet away from his head. ]
[Chuck reaches out and grabs his arm by the wrist and holds it the fuck down because don't you dare. Don't put it back on, he's just asking a question. He's not complaining, he's just wondering how the fuck someone who lives in a snow filled hell hole seems to be allergic to shirts.
Raleigh's lucky he's got nice abs or people would hate him.]
[That-- actually is a good question. Chuck's innate stubbornness rears up though and he wants to do the exact opposite of what Raleigh wants just because he asked for it and it's just a knee jerk reaction to be as contrary as possible because it means he's always winning. Or something.
But he is actually drawing a blank as to why he shouldn't take off his shirt and so he slaps Raleigh's hand away from his shirt and sits up. The t-shirt messes up his hair on it's way off, even though he has no idea about that.]
[ The amount of dramatic vitriol Chuck puts into one simple act of removing his shirt is amusing as hell, so Raleigh lets him slap him away and settles back to watch instead. Raleigh was gearing up to throw Chuck's torso an appreciative look, but now that he's seen Chuck hair do the thing where it sticks up in adorable tufts at all sorts of contrary angles, Raleigh laughs instead.
He's kind of tempted to run his fingers through it, mess it up a little more, so he sits up too, reaching for Chuck. ] There. 'm sure it was touch-and-go there for a second.
[Raleigh would just lie there and watch, the fucking pervert that he is. How Chuck is actually like seven years younger than him is something of a total mystery because he feels like he's the older one here.
He grabs Raleigh's hands, and pushes him back down instead of letting him latch on.]
You want to go sleep outside? Cause you're going to.
[ Because whenever Raleigh acts his age, Chuck accuses him of pulling the Mature Old Man act with him and pretends to give Raleigh aspirin until he "feels himself" again.
Chuck's feeling bossy tonight. Raleigh just grins up at him and indulgently lets him pin Raleigh down --
-- before flipping them both, pushing Chuck back into the blankets with a hand on his chest. ] But we're just getting comfortable.
[What the hell-- no he did not sign up for this. Sometimes Chuck forgets that Raleigh could and totally did kick his ass, and is still completely capable of that, of throwing him around because he acts like such an idiot all the time but here they are.
And he does not care for this. He's only half kidding when he says:]
Don't want to. [ Chuck's not moving to throw him off, so Raleigh will take it as acquiescence. He leans over Chuck, forearms braced on either side of his head, dipping in for a fleeting kiss.
Don't kick him and ruin the mood, now. Raleigh's relaxed like this, loose and happy. ] I'm okay here, thanks.
[Chuck takes advantage of the moment and wraps his fingers around those dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, more demanding the one Raleigh gave him a few moments ago.]
That's-- because Max doesn't need a leash like you.
Mmph-- [ That does the trick of effectively shutting Raleigh up, and he loses himself to the kiss for the few seconds Chuck holds onto it. When they pull away, he's blinking. ]
Yeah. You, lazing around back at home while Max and I clock in some quality bonding time. I'm okay with that. [ Well, there's a reason Raleigh isn't pulling away. Raleigh tips his head back a little to test Chuck's grip, sees that Chuck still has the tags, and lowers himself so that his chin's propped up on Chuck's chest. ]
And hey, [ He bumps Chuck with his chin,. ] I always listen when you talk.
[Yes, he does still have him by the dog tags, Chuck's debating with himself whether or not he wants to guide Raleigh lower or pull him back up for a kiss instead of insisting on a BJ and that must mean he really likes the little prick. If he'd be okay just making out.
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i hate them more
Chuck also struggles to figure out how people actually live in Alaska for years and years because who voluntarily chooses to live in cold places.
But finally, finally the weather cooperates and they pack up one of the PPDC's Jeeps and Raleigh knows a place, so Chuck actually hasn't the faintest idea of where they are, but there's trees and probably a deer somewhere but he hasn't seen one. What he has seen is Raleigh burn his fingers cooking dinner over a fire and stars and Max is having a good time out in the wild (like fuck he was going to leave for five days without the dog).
They sleep in two sleeping bags zipped together and for fuck's sake, Raleigh, you really never do sleep with a shirt on, do you. Chuck laughs as he helps peel the shirt off of him because Raleigh won't stop wriggling.]
You're ridiculous.
i guarantee you do not
That's okay, because there’s plenty to do around that doesn’t have to involve swimming -- like taking walks around the lake, tossing balls around for Max, and kissing with no real endgame for about a million hours in the blankets they’ve stuffed in the back of the truck, which is, personally, Raleigh’s favorite. He’s looking forward to doing that, right now, but his shirt’s kind of getting in the way.
Raleigh grunts as the neck of his t-shirt catches around his chin, and says, breathlessly– ] You’re more – ridiculous – [ –before the t-shirt comes off as Chuck tugs it the rest of the way over his head. Raleigh blinks with his sudden vision, registers Chuck laughing in front of him, and grins, wide and happy. ]
Hi. [ His shirt’s still caught above his head, around his arms, but Raleigh leans in to kiss Chuck anyway, brief and sweet. ]
i guarantee you i do
Chuck makes a frustrated noise, and just kisses the idiot instead of trying to help him worm his way out of his shirt entirely because if he can't figure it out on his own, then he deserves to be trapped and maybe Chuck likes having his arms tied up because then-- you know.]
You seem like you've got a real problem there, Ray.
can you prove it
Because Raleigh is Raleigh, it takes about 0.00003 seconds for the t-shirt to get out of hand -- tangled around his wrists instead of his elbows like before -- and for Raleigh to use that to his advantage to hook Chuck in by the neck with his shirt, dragging him in for another kiss. ] Nope.
[ Much as he does like having his arms tied up, Raleigh pushes the shirt off the rest of the way in the end. This way, at least, he can properly have his arms around Chuck’s neck. ] Looks good from here.
yes!
He's also a crafty little shit, hooking Chuck in with his shirt like that, and Chuck isn't sure if he should be impressed or roll his eyes and he settles on biting Raleigh's lip instead after kissing him.]
What kind of idiot gets stuck in their own shirt?
so do it >c
Hey - [ Raleigh kisses him back, and pretends affront at Chuck's biting by mocking a frown. ] - if I'm an idiot, you're an idiot. You couldn't even pull it off yourself.
[ In a pretty amateur move, Raleigh ruins his own bitchface by ducking his head to kiss Chuck's cheek, tugging him down by the hold Raleigh's got around his neck into the blankets with him. Raleigh hooks his calf over Chuck's thigh, dragging him bodily closer into a clingy octopus-hug.
After Raleigh's forced them both to settle, he relaxes, looking pretty pleased with how things all turned out. ]
I AM BY TAGGING YOU SHUT UP
Chuck makes a borderline disgruntled noise with how they've turned out but does absolutely nothing to free himself.]
Why the fuck can't you ever sleep with a shirt on?
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Raleigh tilts his head, false concern emanating from him in waves. ] I'm sorry, does my nudity bother you? Should I put a shirt on? Hang on -
[ He pats around for his shirt, despite it lying crumpled like two feet away from his head. ]
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Raleigh's lucky he's got nice abs or people would hate him.]
Better question, why are you always a shit?
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Even better question: why aren't you taking your shirt off? [ With his other hand, Raleigh tugs on the hem of Chuck's tee. ] C'mon, join the party.
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But he is actually drawing a blank as to why he shouldn't take off his shirt and so he slaps Raleigh's hand away from his shirt and sits up. The t-shirt messes up his hair on it's way off, even though he has no idea about that.]
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He's kind of tempted to run his fingers through it, mess it up a little more, so he sits up too, reaching for Chuck. ] There. 'm sure it was touch-and-go there for a second.
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He grabs Raleigh's hands, and pushes him back down instead of letting him latch on.]
You want to go sleep outside? Cause you're going to.
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Chuck's feeling bossy tonight. Raleigh just grins up at him and indulgently lets him pin Raleigh down --
-- before flipping them both, pushing Chuck back into the blankets with a hand on his chest. ] But we're just getting comfortable.
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And he does not care for this. He's only half kidding when he says:]
Get out.
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Don't kick him and ruin the mood, now. Raleigh's relaxed like this, loose and happy. ] I'm okay here, thanks.
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I'd rather snuggle up to Max.
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Max isn't volunteering.
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He's still better trained than you.
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You're more responsible with me. Look, [ Raleigh tilts his chin up, so the sliver of dog tags show underneath. ] my tags are clearly showing.
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That's-- because Max doesn't need a leash like you.
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That’s because you don’t walk him, ever.
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[Chuck still has him by the dog tags, quite liking the idea of having his own little Raleigh leash. That would be good, to die the fucker down.]
He also listens when I talk.
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And hey, [ He bumps Chuck with his chin,. ] I always listen when you talk.
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[Yes, he does still have him by the dog tags, Chuck's debating with himself whether or not he wants to guide Raleigh lower or pull him back up for a kiss instead of insisting on a BJ and that must mean he really likes the little prick. If he'd be okay just making out.
Fuck.]
But do you do what I tell you?
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