[ Neither does Raleigh, so it evens out. He pretty okay with how Chuck turned out to be the go-to guy for him whenever he wants to do something, and if he isn't, Raleigh's good at not letting that show.
Raleigh sort of -- turns over on his stomach, going for smooth, but achieving more of a flop. It's brought him sprawled out closer to Chuck, although he's also unfortunately draped himself over part of Chuck's arm. ]
You have a problem, not me. [ Emphatic. ] I'm gonna take you.
[Chuck looks down at him on his arm, can't seem to figure out what to do about it for a moment before he decides to hell with it, and more or less pulls Raleigh on top of him.]
If you aren't in too much pain tomorrow, fine. We'll go.
[ His face is a little slack in its surprise, but he rolls with it. Raleigh's grin is a slow thing growing, bright with content in his current position and the promise of an awesome breakfast in the morning. ]
Okay, okay. Tomorrow.
[ He pauses, brows furrowing. Considering. ] You think we can go tonight?
The flush on his face is only partially because of the alcohol now. Raleigh's always been a sucker for Chuck, so there's not much to do but settle. ] Yeah? What kind of plans?
Plans that involve arching up and kissing his stupid, stupid mouth, which is exactly what Chuck does. So this only happens when they're both on the better side of drunk and come tomorrow, he's going to go back to his girlfriend like nothing happened here.
It's nice anyway, right? And it's not like Becket is getting any from anyone else so he can't be picky.]
Raleigh's definitely not giving any complaints either, except that maybe
the angle for kissing is a little awkward, so Raleigh shifts over Chuck to
settle more of his weight on his knees, turning the awkward bump of their
mouths into a proper kiss. When Chuck arches up, Raleigh catches Chuck's
hips and keeps him there.
And shut up, Raleigh can totally get it up with someone else. But he --
inexplicably -- wants it with Chuck more than he wants it from any random
chick he could pick up at this party, so maybe he holds Chuck to him a
little tighter than he means to right off the bat. The existence of
Chuck's girlfriend is supremely irritating, always has been for reasons
Raleigh doesn't really want to get into with Chuck, ever, but marking Chuck
up for show's always been one of their big no rules, no matter how
badly Raleigh wants to.
Just to -- he doesn't know. Make it so that there's proof that something
did happen here, or whatever.
It keeps up like that until Raleigh has to break away for air, pressing a
couple of light, biting kisses to Chuck's neck, nothing that'll leave
bruises tomorrow. ]
[Why does there need to be proof at all? Why do they have to talk about this with anyone else, because you better fucking believe that Chuck still thinks of himself as straight. Straight with a broken compass when he's drunk or something. If that's what he has to tell himself to sleep at night.
He can't explain why he likes this... thing with Becket so much. Why Raleigh has him breathing heavier and tipping his head to the side so he can do more of that to his neck.]
Don't you leave a mark, dumbass. [Or why he has to say shit even though he trusts that Raleigh won't.]
Raleigh just hums noncommittally, tucking his fingers under Chuck's waistband and bending forward to get his mouth on Chuck's. Chuck's neck is arched, inviting, Chuck's panting under him, and it's a damn shame Raleigh can't mark him up proper like he wants to, but this is good too. Really good. ]
You look good with bruises. [ Chuck has a lot of them; comes with being a hockey player, Raleigh guesses. Raleigh's not going to leave any more on him, but it's still fun to rile Chuck up some. ] They'd look better if they came from me, though.
Chuck makes a noise between the fingers playing at his pants and that no matter what insults he slings at Raleigh, he is a good kisser and he likes kissing him. Because it also serves to shut Raleigh up and that's always, ways a good thing.]
Possessive prick. I'll still sock you if you tried.
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Raleigh sort of -- turns over on his stomach, going for smooth, but achieving more of a flop. It's brought him sprawled out closer to Chuck, although he's also unfortunately draped himself over part of Chuck's arm. ]
You have a problem, not me. [ Emphatic. ] I'm gonna take you.
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If you aren't in too much pain tomorrow, fine. We'll go.
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Okay, okay. Tomorrow.
[ He pauses, brows furrowing. Considering. ] You think we can go tonight?
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No. We won't have time for that.
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[ He tilts his head a bit to the side, like a perplexed mutt. Remember, he's more than a little drunk himself. ]
Yeah, we do. It's a 24/7 joint.
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But I have other plans.
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The flush on his face is only partially because of the alcohol now. Raleigh's always been a sucker for Chuck, so there's not much to do but settle. ] Yeah? What kind of plans?
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Plans that involve arching up and kissing his stupid, stupid mouth, which is exactly what Chuck does. So this only happens when they're both on the better side of drunk and come tomorrow, he's going to go back to his girlfriend like nothing happened here.
It's nice anyway, right? And it's not like Becket is getting any from anyone else so he can't be picky.]
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[ He's not hearing any complaints.
Raleigh's definitely not giving any complaints either, except that maybe the angle for kissing is a little awkward, so Raleigh shifts over Chuck to settle more of his weight on his knees, turning the awkward bump of their mouths into a proper kiss. When Chuck arches up, Raleigh catches Chuck's hips and keeps him there.
And shut up, Raleigh can totally get it up with someone else. But he -- inexplicably -- wants it with Chuck more than he wants it from any random chick he could pick up at this party, so maybe he holds Chuck to him a little tighter than he means to right off the bat. The existence of Chuck's girlfriend is supremely irritating, always has been for reasons Raleigh doesn't really want to get into with Chuck, ever, but marking Chuck up for show's always been one of their big no rules, no matter how badly Raleigh wants to.
Just to -- he doesn't know. Make it so that there's proof that something did happen here, or whatever.
It keeps up like that until Raleigh has to break away for air, pressing a couple of light, biting kisses to Chuck's neck, nothing that'll leave bruises tomorrow. ]
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He can't explain why he likes this... thing with Becket so much. Why Raleigh has him breathing heavier and tipping his head to the side so he can do more of that to his neck.]
Don't you leave a mark, dumbass. [Or why he has to say shit even though he trusts that Raleigh won't.]
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Raleigh just hums noncommittally, tucking his fingers under Chuck's waistband and bending forward to get his mouth on Chuck's. Chuck's neck is arched, inviting, Chuck's panting under him, and it's a damn shame Raleigh can't mark him up proper like he wants to, but this is good too. Really good. ]
You look good with bruises. [ Chuck has a lot of them; comes with being a hockey player, Raleigh guesses. Raleigh's not going to leave any more on him, but it's still fun to rile Chuck up some. ] They'd look better if they came from me, though.
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Chuck makes a noise between the fingers playing at his pants and that no matter what insults he slings at Raleigh, he is a good kisser and he likes kissing him. Because it also serves to shut Raleigh up and that's always, ways a good thing.]
Possessive prick. I'll still sock you if you tried.