[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.
[ Raleigh picks his head up just enough to stare at Chuck from under his lashes. Then he shrugs. ] How d'you know Max and I aren't secret buddies behind your back?
[ Either way, Raleigh's on board. Although he does kind of like keeping himself draped over Chuck, who normally doesn't abide the excessive cuddling. Raleigh's not exactly light, either.
And currently not amenable to moving. Raleigh grins, smug. ]
[Nevermind what that says about Chuck, given that he's sleeping with Raleigh but. He will maintain that his dog is better behaved and easier to deal with than Raleigh Becket.]
I want you to shut up and put your mouth to better use.
[ Never mind that Raleigh is too, and that says more about his taste than Chuck's. But he grins, acquiescing by catching Chuck's chin to guide him into a kiss. It's just a quick one - one that lasts not long enough and probably isn't at all what Chuck wants, which is exactly what Raleigh wants.
Raleigh's grinning wider when he pulls away, tucking his chin back atop Chuck's stupidly broad chest. ]
Chuck shifts, not because Raleigh is heavy but because he's got about five seconds to fucking do something or Chuck is going to take matters into his own hands.]
[ That wouldn't be unwelcome, is all Raleigh's saying.
Raleigh openly ignores Chuck, humming like he's found something that
really, really interests him, leaning forward on his arms again. He
traces a finger along the line of Chuck's jaw, and then proceeds to press a
couple of slow, sloppy kisses to the places he's touched, avoiding Chuck's
mouth, like a brat. ]
[Fuck it. You shithead. You're a total cocktease. And your stupid abs are unfair.
Chuck grabs him by the hair with one hand and puts another on his shoulder and he twists and tugs and pulls and then pushes until Raleigh is firmly underneath him and he's got him pinned there with his hips and that hand still on his shoulder to get him from squirming too much.
And then he's just going to look at you, Raleigh. How's your medicine taste? Bet it's bitter.]
[ Would taste a lot better if you'd get your mouth down here, Hansen.
Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]
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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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[ Either way, Raleigh's on board. Although he does kind of like keeping himself draped over Chuck, who normally doesn't abide the excessive cuddling. Raleigh's not exactly light, either.
And currently not amenable to moving. Raleigh grins, smug. ]
Depends. What do you want?
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[Nevermind what that says about Chuck, given that he's sleeping with Raleigh but. He will maintain that his dog is better behaved and easier to deal with than Raleigh Becket.]
I want you to shut up and put your mouth to better use.
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[ Never mind that Raleigh is too, and that says more about his taste than Chuck's. But he grins, acquiescing by catching Chuck's chin to guide him into a kiss. It's just a quick one - one that lasts not long enough and probably isn't at all what Chuck wants, which is exactly what Raleigh wants.
Raleigh's grinning wider when he pulls away, tucking his chin back atop Chuck's stupidly broad chest. ]
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Chuck shifts, not because Raleigh is heavy but because he's got about five seconds to fucking do something or Chuck is going to take matters into his own hands.]
More than that, idiot.
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[ That wouldn't be unwelcome, is all Raleigh's saying.
Raleigh openly ignores Chuck, humming like he's found something that really, really interests him, leaning forward on his arms again. He traces a finger along the line of Chuck's jaw, and then proceeds to press a couple of slow, sloppy kisses to the places he's touched, avoiding Chuck's mouth, like a brat. ]
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Chuck grabs him by the hair with one hand and puts another on his shoulder and he twists and tugs and pulls and then pushes until Raleigh is firmly underneath him and he's got him pinned there with his hips and that hand still on his shoulder to get him from squirming too much.
And then he's just going to look at you, Raleigh. How's your medicine taste? Bet it's bitter.]
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Raleigh's eyes widening isn't the only thing giving away his surprise; he squirms -- partly into Chuck's touch and out of it, indecisive -- reaching for Chuck's shoulder to grab a hold onto, but he still lets Chuck manhandle him onto his back again with minimal verbal protest, relaxing all his limbs loose and easy on purpose once Chuck's got him pinned him down like he'd planned for this to happen in the first place.
Raleigh stares back, huffing a laugh. You want to play dirty, get a kiss that way? Raleigh can play that game, too. He tilts his chin up like a challenge, and if Chuck tries to catch Raleigh's mouth now, he'll just turn his head another way. ]