[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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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. ]