[The one time that Chuck finally brings Raleigh back to Australia, that he actually convinces him to leave his precious fucking snow and it's pouring rain. For days. Sydney is usually sunny and bright and Chuck barely remembers the time when the beaches were white and there were surf bums all over and Saturday mornings were for going into the city and going to the street market at the Rocks, and getting salt water taffy with his mum.
Sydney's recovering, rebuilding but it's not the same was it was when he was a kid and so showing Raleigh around doesn't really work out and Raleigh acts like he's melting so they spend more time in the hotel than anything else. Curled up around each other and Chuck is somehow little spoon right now and how the fuck that happened, he has no idea but he-- might be seeing the merit to why Raleigh likes it so much.]
[ He's been country hopping long enough that fluctuations in temperature aren't usually a problem for Raleigh, but when they touch down in Sydney, it's hot and raining, which translates into an oppressive cloud of humidity that settles over the entire city. Sydney's still in the process of being rebuilt, but a surprising amount of progress has been made, so there's enough to do in the city even if Raleigh will periodically refuse to leave their air-conditioned hotel room.
Like today. They're curved around each other over the covers, legs slotted together; it's too hot for Raleigh to be the little spoon, but he likes how Chuck is a long line of heat at his front, and how everywhere where Chuck isn't touching him feels cool in comparison.
The air-conditioning rattles into life and starts a new cycle, blowing haltingly. Raleigh sighs through his nose, tucking his face into the back of Chuck's neck. With his thumb, Raleigh rubs circles into he soft inner skin of Chuck's wrist. ] We should order something.
[ Raleigh's almost tempted to roll on top of him and cancel their half-formed plans, likely because Chuck will kill him if he does, but he's also really hungry. His stomach's been rumbling against Chuck's back not-attractively for a good few minutes. ]
A burger. Fries. Something really, really unhealthy that I'm really, really gonna regret eating when I have to work it off again later.
[Look Ray, you get crabby and psycho if you don't get food when you're hungry and Chuck does like picking a fight with you but not like that. Because it definitely doesn't lead to getting laid.]
It'd be easier to find a better steak than a burger. Can you live with that?
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Sydney's recovering, rebuilding but it's not the same was it was when he was a kid and so showing Raleigh around doesn't really work out and Raleigh acts like he's melting so they spend more time in the hotel than anything else. Curled up around each other and Chuck is somehow little spoon right now and how the fuck that happened, he has no idea but he-- might be seeing the merit to why Raleigh likes it so much.]
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Like today. They're curved around each other over the covers, legs slotted together; it's too hot for Raleigh to be the little spoon, but he likes how Chuck is a long line of heat at his front, and how everywhere where Chuck isn't touching him feels cool in comparison.
The air-conditioning rattles into life and starts a new cycle, blowing haltingly. Raleigh sighs through his nose, tucking his face into the back of Chuck's neck. With his thumb, Raleigh rubs circles into he soft inner skin of Chuck's wrist. ] We should order something.
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What, like food? Or something to watch?
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This hotel has fourteen Pay-Per-View porn channels. I checked the catalog.
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[Don't even try and deny it, Becket, because you're dating a guy seven years younger than you. Also he's clearly the horniest one in this bed.]
That still doesn't answer the question.
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[ Well, Chuck's letting him, so. Raleigh shifts to prop himself on an elbow, looking down at Chuck's profile. ]
Food first? We can watch something later.
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What do you want, pervert?
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A burger. Fries. Something really, really unhealthy that I'm really, really gonna regret eating when I have to work it off again later.
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It'd be easier to find a better steak than a burger. Can you live with that?
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Literally.Raleigh pulls himself up to a sitting position, running a hand over his bed hair. ] If we can find two buns, I could put the steak in between?
[ He's aware of how stupid that sounds, but he also likes it when Chuck yells at him. ]
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Instead of yelling at him, Chuck reaches out and smacks the back of his head for that stupid comment.]
Not if you don't want to be single tomorrow.
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He yelps a laugh and belatedly ducks his head to avoid the slap, which only mashes his face into Chuck's shoulder. Classy. ]
You can't say shit. I know you eat microwave mac-n-cheese.
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That's different. And I'd still dump your sorry ass.
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Nah, you wouldn't. You're like the boy who cried wolf.
[ Satisfied, Raleigh pats Chuck on the ass, as if to say good game and rolls out of bed. He offers Chuck a hand to help him out. ]
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Is that a challenge, Becket?