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suicidemission) wrote2013-10-30 02:58 pm
suicidemission) wrote2013-10-30 02:58 pm
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ill show you mine if you show me yours.
didn't know you liked to stare so much, ray
[ Chuck’s seconds from bitching Raleigh out and really laying into him for being a tease because seriously you can’t just – can’t just suck on the head of someone’s dick like that and then pull off it’s cruel and it’s not fair and if he didn’t wanna fuckin’ do this then he shouldn’t have encouraged Chuck to fuck with him, stroke him like he had and he damn sure shouldn’t have kissed him like that, either.
But then he’s using his hand (it’s warm, a little calloused, but firm and Chuck feels shivery in his own body, skin tight over muscle and bone and tendon) and coming back, licking and saying shit Chuck doesn’t care about--
He makes a startled, strangled noise somewhere in the back of his throat when Raleigh practically swallows him whole and yeah, his hands move from the sheets to the back of Raleigh’s head, fingers tangling in his blond hair.
Stupid Raleigh Becket and his stupid tongue and his stupid hot, wet mouth and Christ that feels so damn good that Chuck’s wriggling already, toes curling and fingers tugging and hips lifting just a little. ]
Christ—
[ He barks, choking back any more humiliating noises, grip tightening. ]
But then he’s using his hand (it’s warm, a little calloused, but firm and Chuck feels shivery in his own body, skin tight over muscle and bone and tendon) and coming back, licking and saying shit Chuck doesn’t care about--
He makes a startled, strangled noise somewhere in the back of his throat when Raleigh practically swallows him whole and yeah, his hands move from the sheets to the back of Raleigh’s head, fingers tangling in his blond hair.
Stupid Raleigh Becket and his stupid tongue and his stupid hot, wet mouth and Christ that feels so damn good that Chuck’s wriggling already, toes curling and fingers tugging and hips lifting just a little. ]
Christ—
[ He barks, choking back any more humiliating noises, grip tightening. ]
Edited 2013-10-30 19:44 (UTC)
[ Who says he doesn't want to? Raleigh is absolutely with the program here, if the way he closes his eyes and jacks his hand up to meet his mouth is any indication, Raleigh's own cock achingly, shockingly hard at the weight and feel of Chuck on his tongue. He wants to do this, and he's -- grateful Chuck wants this too, but Christ, even if Chuck hadn't wanted it as much as Raleigh did, Raleigh doesn't think he'd be able to stop.
Chuck gets a hand in his hair, hips tilting up, pushing deeper into Raleigh's mouth; it's perfect, heady and dizzying, and Raleigh's startled out of a pleased noise, sliding his head down-- so he can feel those fingers tug-- until the tip of Chuck hits the back of Raleigh's throat, hands letting go of Chuck's hips to slide around and under Chuck's backside to keep him there.
The stubborn little shit -- Chuck's choking off his noises before Raleigh can hear them for himself, and it's infuriating. Raleigh slides up slow and presses his tongue into the slit to coax some of the sounds Chuck's coveting, shifting so he can grind on the sheets at the same time, face flushing, a slow tide that starts in his cheeks and sweeps down his neck.
Let him hear you, Chuck. ]
Chuck gets a hand in his hair, hips tilting up, pushing deeper into Raleigh's mouth; it's perfect, heady and dizzying, and Raleigh's startled out of a pleased noise, sliding his head down-- so he can feel those fingers tug-- until the tip of Chuck hits the back of Raleigh's throat, hands letting go of Chuck's hips to slide around and under Chuck's backside to keep him there.
The stubborn little shit -- Chuck's choking off his noises before Raleigh can hear them for himself, and it's infuriating. Raleigh slides up slow and presses his tongue into the slit to coax some of the sounds Chuck's coveting, shifting so he can grind on the sheets at the same time, face flushing, a slow tide that starts in his cheeks and sweeps down his neck.
Let him hear you, Chuck. ]
Edited 2013-10-30 20:39 (UTC)
[ He wants to just fuck Raleigh's mouth right now, hold him there by his hair and rock his hips into that tight, wet heat and just keep going, plunging in and in and in again and again and again until he loses his mind and comes down the back of Becket's throat.
That'd be rude as fuck, so he doesn't do it -- instead his hand is fisting in that thick blond hair, hips stuttering a little under Raleigh's mouth as he makes a noise that's somewhere between a whine and a leaked whimper. (He'll deny it's a whimper - it's a manly groan, not any kind of pitiful shit like begging).
But, damn -- Raleigh doesn't play fair and he knows what the fuck he's doing and Chuck gasps, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer. ]
Fuck, Raleigh -- goddamn, don't -- don't stop--
That'd be rude as fuck, so he doesn't do it -- instead his hand is fisting in that thick blond hair, hips stuttering a little under Raleigh's mouth as he makes a noise that's somewhere between a whine and a leaked whimper. (He'll deny it's a whimper - it's a manly groan, not any kind of pitiful shit like begging).
But, damn -- Raleigh doesn't play fair and he knows what the fuck he's doing and Chuck gasps, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer. ]
Fuck, Raleigh -- goddamn, don't -- don't stop--
Edited 2013-10-31 03:17 (UTC)
[ It's stupid hot, the rasp of Chuck's voice and the whimper that lets Raleigh know he's doing okay, that Chuck's feeling good, even when Raleigh's not done very much yet at all.
Not all that he wants to, anyway, and Raleigh wants, tangibly, for Chuck to fuck his mouth, use him without being so polite about it. He's had enough of Chuck holding himself back.
Raleigh's shuddering, minute shivers trembling across his shoulders, and ducking his head, swallowing in little flutters around the head of him and repeating; throat burning from having Chuck in his mouth. The taste of him all over the inside of Raleigh's mouth is -- a lot to take in, and he closes his eyes to it, breathing in.
He moves his hands, spanning them over Chuck's thighs, spreading them a little wider --
-- and god, Raleigh wants to fuck him. Raleigh has to reach down and steady himself with a hand on the base of his dick at the thought; he's still not sure how far he's allowed to take this. ]
Not all that he wants to, anyway, and Raleigh wants, tangibly, for Chuck to fuck his mouth, use him without being so polite about it. He's had enough of Chuck holding himself back.
Raleigh's shuddering, minute shivers trembling across his shoulders, and ducking his head, swallowing in little flutters around the head of him and repeating; throat burning from having Chuck in his mouth. The taste of him all over the inside of Raleigh's mouth is -- a lot to take in, and he closes his eyes to it, breathing in.
He moves his hands, spanning them over Chuck's thighs, spreading them a little wider --
-- and god, Raleigh wants to fuck him. Raleigh has to reach down and steady himself with a hand on the base of his dick at the thought; he's still not sure how far he's allowed to take this. ]
Edited 2013-10-31 03:54 (UTC)
[ Choking Raleigh isn't on the agenda, alright.
Well -- not today, anyway. Not like this. What he wouldn't give to get his hands around that pretty little throat sometimes, though, squeeze just enough so that Raleigh's pulling a little harder for breath than he needs too, flesh and bone squirming under Chuck's hips, his dick pumping in and out--
Fuck that mental image is almost enough to have Chuck seeing stars and he has to really pull himself back to keep from coming immediately in Raleigh's mouth, without warning.
He's not ready yet. It's too soon, but shit, this isn't - this isn't enough. He wants more, he wants this asshole to fill him up, fuck him senseless, make him his, grip his hips and rock between his thighs-- ]
I--I need--
[ His voice is fucking wrecked, and he tugs sharply on Raleigh's hair, panting and jerking his hips up in reaction to that hand. ]
Well -- not today, anyway. Not like this. What he wouldn't give to get his hands around that pretty little throat sometimes, though, squeeze just enough so that Raleigh's pulling a little harder for breath than he needs too, flesh and bone squirming under Chuck's hips, his dick pumping in and out--
Fuck that mental image is almost enough to have Chuck seeing stars and he has to really pull himself back to keep from coming immediately in Raleigh's mouth, without warning.
He's not ready yet. It's too soon, but shit, this isn't - this isn't enough. He wants more, he wants this asshole to fill him up, fuck him senseless, make him his, grip his hips and rock between his thighs-- ]
I--I need--
[ His voice is fucking wrecked, and he tugs sharply on Raleigh's hair, panting and jerking his hips up in reaction to that hand. ]
[ That image alone would've done it for Raleigh; he'd have come on the sheets without Chuck touching him at all.
As it stands, Raleigh's pulled off from Chuck with a groan of protest on his part, mouth aching and empty and bereft, but he doesn't go down on Chuck again, noses his way up and puts his mouth on the cut of pelvis and sucks the skin there instead, voice raw and well-fucked and wrecked when he says, ] Chuck, what do you want, you need to tell me--
As it stands, Raleigh's pulled off from Chuck with a groan of protest on his part, mouth aching and empty and bereft, but he doesn't go down on Chuck again, noses his way up and puts his mouth on the cut of pelvis and sucks the skin there instead, voice raw and well-fucked and wrecked when he says, ] Chuck, what do you want, you need to tell me--
[ Chuck's shaking from the effort of holding it back -- it's really a herculean (ahah. ahahaha) task, to be honest. ]
I want--
[ He swallows and clears his throat, fingers flexing and gripping at Raleigh's hair, every inch of his skin tingling. ]
I want you to fuck me, mate--think y'can handle that?
I want--
[ He swallows and clears his throat, fingers flexing and gripping at Raleigh's hair, every inch of his skin tingling. ]
I want you to fuck me, mate--think y'can handle that?
[ He's blindsided, cock jerking in the confines of his pants; Raleigh's throat's gone closed off, tight, and his mouth opens soundlessly. ]
Shit, [ Raleigh manages, when he can breathe again-- he shoves himself up off his elbows, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants and shorts to shuck them down, talking all the while. ] Yeah, I think I can handle that. You got condoms? Lube?
Shit, [ Raleigh manages, when he can breathe again-- he shoves himself up off his elbows, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants and shorts to shuck them down, talking all the while. ] Yeah, I think I can handle that. You got condoms? Lube?
Nightstand.
[ He snaps; he's edgy and feeling pretty open and raw. Raleigh's got him nicely spread open on his own bed, clock glistening from his spit and he's just managed to wring a fucking confession (of some kind, or at least got Chuck to admit shit) out of him and Chuck's feeling pretty damn vulnerable.
The removal of the rest of Raleigh's clothes helps. At least then, they're on the same level. ]
In the drawer.
[ He snaps; he's edgy and feeling pretty open and raw. Raleigh's got him nicely spread open on his own bed, clock glistening from his spit and he's just managed to wring a fucking confession (of some kind, or at least got Chuck to admit shit) out of him and Chuck's feeling pretty damn vulnerable.
The removal of the rest of Raleigh's clothes helps. At least then, they're on the same level. ]
In the drawer.
[ There's lube and a strip of condoms when he leans over to check inside the nightstand; Raleigh tears a packet off and takes that and the tube back with him to the bed. Raleigh shoves his jeans off the covers, making room for him to settle down in between Chuck's knees.
He flips open the cap of the lube, spreading a messy amount into his hand. ]
You tell me. [ Raleigh shoulders back into the vee of Chuck's thighs; his fingers find Chuck's entrance, tracing in eager, staggering circles. This is a gift, what Chuck's offering-- this is everything Raleigh didn't think he'd get to have, and Raleigh wants to do it right, make Chuck feel strung out and so good by the time Raleigh's through that he'll be seeing stars. Raleigh meets Chuck's eyes, putting some extra force behind his words. ] You tell me if I do something you don't like, alright? None of that macho bullshit.
He flips open the cap of the lube, spreading a messy amount into his hand. ]
You tell me. [ Raleigh shoulders back into the vee of Chuck's thighs; his fingers find Chuck's entrance, tracing in eager, staggering circles. This is a gift, what Chuck's offering-- this is everything Raleigh didn't think he'd get to have, and Raleigh wants to do it right, make Chuck feel strung out and so good by the time Raleigh's through that he'll be seeing stars. Raleigh meets Chuck's eyes, putting some extra force behind his words. ] You tell me if I do something you don't like, alright? None of that macho bullshit.
[ Raleigh would think of it in terms of something like a gift -- Chuck's not nearly so sentimental, usually in it for a fast, hard and rough fuck not unlike what Raleigh was probably used to on the wall -- something to just hurry up and get the job done.
This is the slowest he's ever gone; Raleigh's been taking his time with Chuck and they've been fumbling with each other, trying to figure out what the other wanted and hell, Chuck'd even offered to get down on his knees but it turns out Raleigh's got him on his fucking back, offering himself up like --
like they're...something. Something not fast and hard and angry and frustrated and Chuck doesn’t know how to deal with things like this. He's torn between wanting to snarl at him to get on with it and just fucking nodding in acquiescence because why the fuck not let something be good for once in his life?
...Because shit like this doesn't last, not with the way they live these days, not with their lifestyles. You can't promise yourself to any fucking Ranger because they could die at any minute and Chuck's kind of an asshole anyway and people don't really wanna be around him for extended periods of time and Chuck has no use for stupidity and frivolous bullshit.
Chuck's got nothing of his own anyway - not really, he belongs to the PPDC and that's where his heart and soul reside and he's got no room in there for anything else.
Except stupid fucking Becket's trying to pull some kind of...game or something with him cause something feels funny in his core with the way Raleigh looks at him and he squirms, impatient and annoyingly needy. ]
C'mon, Becket--
[ It's almost a whine; Raleigh's fingers are torture. ] Whatever, mate -- just go on already, yeah?
[ ...so maybe a little impatience leaks out. ]
This is the slowest he's ever gone; Raleigh's been taking his time with Chuck and they've been fumbling with each other, trying to figure out what the other wanted and hell, Chuck'd even offered to get down on his knees but it turns out Raleigh's got him on his fucking back, offering himself up like --
like they're...something. Something not fast and hard and angry and frustrated and Chuck doesn’t know how to deal with things like this. He's torn between wanting to snarl at him to get on with it and just fucking nodding in acquiescence because why the fuck not let something be good for once in his life?
...Because shit like this doesn't last, not with the way they live these days, not with their lifestyles. You can't promise yourself to any fucking Ranger because they could die at any minute and Chuck's kind of an asshole anyway and people don't really wanna be around him for extended periods of time and Chuck has no use for stupidity and frivolous bullshit.
Chuck's got nothing of his own anyway - not really, he belongs to the PPDC and that's where his heart and soul reside and he's got no room in there for anything else.
Except stupid fucking Becket's trying to pull some kind of...game or something with him cause something feels funny in his core with the way Raleigh looks at him and he squirms, impatient and annoyingly needy. ]
C'mon, Becket--
[ It's almost a whine; Raleigh's fingers are torture. ] Whatever, mate -- just go on already, yeah?
[ ...so maybe a little impatience leaks out. ]
Edited 2013-10-31 16:09 (UTC)
[ So much of Raleigh's time before Hong Kong had been spent in a blur-- chasing shifts, staying in constant, mindless movement, scraping a living off the Wall to keep himself going. He's learned the value of being able to take his time since then, that there is an equal thrill found in allowing himself to get caught up in the storm instead of trying to outrun it.
Maybe Chuck needs the same. Fast and frustrated-- Raleigh could take that from anyone, and it'd wouldn't satisfy. This drawn-out, sentimental thing between them posits a possible danger, the kind of bad idea that Raleigh wouldn'tve committed himself to if there weren't the very real possibility of death looming over every one of their heads like thunderclouds--
--but Raleigh doesn't want to go down with regrets, and it's been so, so long since either of them have had something good. Something worth hanging onto.
If you've got a shot, you take it.
Raleigh smooths his hand over the planes of Chuck's stomach, soothing, shushing without any conscious direction. At the same time, he breaches the muscle to the first knuckle.
It's-- obscene, Chuck's body opening up to take him like that, and Raleigh swallows down a groan; crooks his finger impatiently, fucking back in until Chuck's loose enough to take another, probably too soon. ]
Okay, just -- [ Give him a moment. Chuck's still a jackass, but Raleigh doesn't want him hurt. ]
Maybe Chuck needs the same. Fast and frustrated-- Raleigh could take that from anyone, and it'd wouldn't satisfy. This drawn-out, sentimental thing between them posits a possible danger, the kind of bad idea that Raleigh wouldn'tve committed himself to if there weren't the very real possibility of death looming over every one of their heads like thunderclouds--
--but Raleigh doesn't want to go down with regrets, and it's been so, so long since either of them have had something good. Something worth hanging onto.
If you've got a shot, you take it.
Raleigh smooths his hand over the planes of Chuck's stomach, soothing, shushing without any conscious direction. At the same time, he breaches the muscle to the first knuckle.
It's-- obscene, Chuck's body opening up to take him like that, and Raleigh swallows down a groan; crooks his finger impatiently, fucking back in until Chuck's loose enough to take another, probably too soon. ]
Okay, just -- [ Give him a moment. Chuck's still a jackass, but Raleigh doesn't want him hurt. ]
[ Muscles twitch and jump underneath Raleigh's hand, skin prickling and forming gooseflesh in the wake of his touch. Chuck's not sure what to do with the careful caresses and touches Raleigh devotes time to giving him, and it confuses, infuriates, and calms all at the same time. His breathing catches in his throat and he wonders what the fuck he should do, what he should say - if there's anything that should be said right now beyond humiliating whimpers and begging.
Raleigh moves too fast -- like Chuck had told him too -- and adds another and he twitches, hips jerking a little under the flat of Raleigh's warm palm and one of Chuck's hands reaches desperately to grip RAleigh's knee, fingers digging into skin. ]
Jesus--
Raleigh moves too fast -- like Chuck had told him too -- and adds another and he twitches, hips jerking a little under the flat of Raleigh's warm palm and one of Chuck's hands reaches desperately to grip RAleigh's knee, fingers digging into skin. ]
Jesus--
[ So it doesn't look like languid prep will be welcome.
Raleigh's more than okay with that. He feels a little dizzy with this, like someone caught up in a fever, dick straining flushed and hard against his stomach; all it takes is for Chuck to grab hold of Raleigh's knee and dig in to kick him into gear. His hands are mostly steady as he works Chuck open enough to take him, curling them up and in, quick and dirty, pulling back enough to tease a third around his fingers.
The way Chuck shivers at Raleigh's touch is interesting, attractive, worth investigating more, so he puts his free hand on Chuck's thigh and spreads him open just a little more -- so he can see -- fingers bruise-tight on skin. ]
Raleigh's more than okay with that. He feels a little dizzy with this, like someone caught up in a fever, dick straining flushed and hard against his stomach; all it takes is for Chuck to grab hold of Raleigh's knee and dig in to kick him into gear. His hands are mostly steady as he works Chuck open enough to take him, curling them up and in, quick and dirty, pulling back enough to tease a third around his fingers.
The way Chuck shivers at Raleigh's touch is interesting, attractive, worth investigating more, so he puts his free hand on Chuck's thigh and spreads him open just a little more -- so he can see -- fingers bruise-tight on skin. ]
[ Raleigh spreads him and works him open and Chuck feels vulnerable and a little raw under his hands; his breathing becomes labored and his mouth's a little dry and he maybe wants Raleigh's tongue back in his mouth to suck on, bodies pressed flush against one another--
He groans when Raleigh's fingers crook and he twitches, toes curling and fingers digging and hips pressing into that hand God, it's so good, that feeling of being full and it's been so damn long since he's indulged and please give give him everything Raleigh, because he needs it. ]
He groans when Raleigh's fingers crook and he twitches, toes curling and fingers digging and hips pressing into that hand God, it's so good, that feeling of being full and it's been so damn long since he's indulged and please give give him everything Raleigh, because he needs it. ]
[ He almost follows Stacker as Stacker paces out of the Jaeger bay alone, bleeding from the nose, but the hand on Raleigh's shoulder stops him from making his way out through the crowd. When he looks back at Mako, her eyes carry the weight of years of a worry she is too young to bear -- and a quiet, forceful warning.
The Mark I glory days, Stacker used to say, when he talked about the suicide-runs: the chemical heat burning circuitry scars into flesh, bleeding in the face, fighting until you pass out limp in the Conn-Pod.
Raleigh gives Stacker his space.
But there are things he's got to sort out before their final run, and Chuck's still lingering in the corner of his vision when the crowd's mostly scattered; there's a cut on Chuck's cheekbone, bruises an angry, mottled purple, and Raleigh wonders if Chuck's seen the med-bay.
Probably not. It's that thought that has Raleigh approaching Chuck later, where he's huddled under the massive shadow of Striker, Max sitting heavy on Chuck's feet as he does something complicated with a wrench that Raleigh doesn't catch at this distance. The drivesuit feels heavy, body exhaused underneath, but he's carrying painkillers and a med kit with him for them both.
Later, he'll catch up with Stacker, but now -- there are apologies to make. Raleigh doesn't announce his presence, but Max sits up when Raleigh seats himself on one of the crates, which is as good as. ] She looks good.
The Mark I glory days, Stacker used to say, when he talked about the suicide-runs: the chemical heat burning circuitry scars into flesh, bleeding in the face, fighting until you pass out limp in the Conn-Pod.
Raleigh gives Stacker his space.
But there are things he's got to sort out before their final run, and Chuck's still lingering in the corner of his vision when the crowd's mostly scattered; there's a cut on Chuck's cheekbone, bruises an angry, mottled purple, and Raleigh wonders if Chuck's seen the med-bay.
Probably not. It's that thought that has Raleigh approaching Chuck later, where he's huddled under the massive shadow of Striker, Max sitting heavy on Chuck's feet as he does something complicated with a wrench that Raleigh doesn't catch at this distance. The drivesuit feels heavy, body exhaused underneath, but he's carrying painkillers and a med kit with him for them both.
Later, he'll catch up with Stacker, but now -- there are apologies to make. Raleigh doesn't announce his presence, but Max sits up when Raleigh seats himself on one of the crates, which is as good as. ] She looks good.
[ Raleigh breaks Chuck's nose and practically wrenches his shoulder out of socket and Chuck's fucking pissed off, and hurt and angry and then his stupid fucking father comes and tried to pop quiz him about why Chuck isn't a better person and he's so goddamn angry that he wants everyone to just shut the fuck up and leave him be so that he can mentally prepare to go on a fucking suicide mission.
Which comes sooner rather than later and they're standing there on top of Striker and he's pretty fucking sure they're gonna die but it's okay, right? IT's okay because they're giving ten million people another three seconds to get to safety and when you deal with kaiju this size that's a big fucking deal and three seconds can make a hell of a difference
so maybe
it's okay, you know -- it's just fine, and him and Herc stand there and aim those guns and shoot flares into Leatherback's face and he's mentally prepared to be smashed into oblivion by the rage of a kaiju and then--
foghorns. foghorns and bright lights and it's Gipsy fuckin' Danger come to their rescue and Chuck's so goddamn relieved he's not gonna die that he could literally cry and maybe he does but it's hard to say it's just rain on his face, really -- honestly.
Herc doesn't buy it but he doesn't say anything.
They're brought back via chopped with their jaeger while Gipsy beats the piss out of Leatherback and Otachi both and Chuck's pretty fuckin' impressed and grateful, God so grateful he doesn't want to die, not really -- not even though he's literally got nothing else to live for beyond his jaegers and the PPDC who owns him.
He should visit medical at some point, grab some shit because Raleigh fucked his face up pretty good and his arm hurts and he needs some painkillers or something because his shoulder aches, especially now.
But he doesn't. Not yet. He's sitting in Striker's bay after the heroes triumphant return after chasing off the techs, snapping that he can handle these repairs himself, needing a moment alone because Her'c injured and --
now what?
Chuck's eyes snap up from his hands when Max sits and he scowls at Raleigh's presence but it's sort of half-hearted and he gives him a weary look that's loaded with suspicion. ]
He. Striker's a he.
Which comes sooner rather than later and they're standing there on top of Striker and he's pretty fucking sure they're gonna die but it's okay, right? IT's okay because they're giving ten million people another three seconds to get to safety and when you deal with kaiju this size that's a big fucking deal and three seconds can make a hell of a difference
so maybe
it's okay, you know -- it's just fine, and him and Herc stand there and aim those guns and shoot flares into Leatherback's face and he's mentally prepared to be smashed into oblivion by the rage of a kaiju and then--
foghorns. foghorns and bright lights and it's Gipsy fuckin' Danger come to their rescue and Chuck's so goddamn relieved he's not gonna die that he could literally cry and maybe he does but it's hard to say it's just rain on his face, really -- honestly.
Herc doesn't buy it but he doesn't say anything.
They're brought back via chopped with their jaeger while Gipsy beats the piss out of Leatherback and Otachi both and Chuck's pretty fuckin' impressed and grateful, God so grateful he doesn't want to die, not really -- not even though he's literally got nothing else to live for beyond his jaegers and the PPDC who owns him.
He should visit medical at some point, grab some shit because Raleigh fucked his face up pretty good and his arm hurts and he needs some painkillers or something because his shoulder aches, especially now.
But he doesn't. Not yet. He's sitting in Striker's bay after the heroes triumphant return after chasing off the techs, snapping that he can handle these repairs himself, needing a moment alone because Her'c injured and --
now what?
Chuck's eyes snap up from his hands when Max sits and he scowls at Raleigh's presence but it's sort of half-hearted and he gives him a weary look that's loaded with suspicion. ]
He. Striker's a he.
[ Chuck's breathing is picking up and hitching in his throat when Raleigh's just getting started; it maybe doesn't worry Raleigh so much, because he's just as strung out on a hair trigger as Chuck seems to be, but it's material for concern. Raleigh strokes the soft skin of Chuck's inner thigh idly with his thumb as he fucks his fingers in, scissoring them quick and dirty, a mindless, soothing counterpoint to the rough movement of his fingers. ]
You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]
You good? [ Raleigh's voice sounds strained; he clears his throat, kneeing up closer to kneel between Chuck's knees. He wants to kiss him, especially when Chuck's looking like this -- cracked open and trembling all over, but maybe Chuck wouldn't want that now. Spread on his back, as close and vulnerable as he is. ]
[ The lights of the bay behind them blind him, crack his head open again and bleed migraine pulses from the front of his eyes to the top of his skull. The exhaustion he feels after Leatherback and Otachi doesn't really compare to the igniting of synapses brought about by Knifehead, though, so Raleigh only scrubs a gloved hand over his face, grateful for the shadow provided by Striker.
He's grateful that Chuck can't see his expression, too. Raleigh turns his head down, busying his hands with setting the first-aid kit down on the crate in the space beside him, where Chuck can see it.
Raleigh'd known that Chuck wouldn't have had his injuries treated, carrying them instead out of spite or anger, he doesn't know. It shames Raleigh as much as it exasperates him.
A mission this big, this important, it was amazingly stupid of him to jump on Chuck and potentially compromise him like that.
He was just so angry.
Raleigh nods, amicably agreeable. ] Striker's your baby. [ He props open the kit, looking for antiseptic wash. ]
He's grateful that Chuck can't see his expression, too. Raleigh turns his head down, busying his hands with setting the first-aid kit down on the crate in the space beside him, where Chuck can see it.
Raleigh'd known that Chuck wouldn't have had his injuries treated, carrying them instead out of spite or anger, he doesn't know. It shames Raleigh as much as it exasperates him.
A mission this big, this important, it was amazingly stupid of him to jump on Chuck and potentially compromise him like that.
He was just so angry.
Raleigh nods, amicably agreeable. ] Striker's your baby. [ He props open the kit, looking for antiseptic wash. ]
Edited 2013-11-04 00:29 (UTC)
Yeah, mate.
[ he tries to drawl, stay cocky and arrogant and in control but he's so far away from having a handle on things it's laughable. HE's losing track of what he should be doing with his hands and he's reaching for Raleigh without thinking, gripping at his forearm and digging, tugging, come closer please so he can kiss you.
He's fucked up somewhere along the line; this wasn't supposed to mean anything, right? It -- it shouldn't have but maybe it does and that's scary and terrifying and Chuck fucking wants it, wants this chance to have something without it being ripped away from him. ]
'S Fine. C'mere.
[ he tries to drawl, stay cocky and arrogant and in control but he's so far away from having a handle on things it's laughable. HE's losing track of what he should be doing with his hands and he's reaching for Raleigh without thinking, gripping at his forearm and digging, tugging, come closer please so he can kiss you.
He's fucked up somewhere along the line; this wasn't supposed to mean anything, right? It -- it shouldn't have but maybe it does and that's scary and terrifying and Chuck fucking wants it, wants this chance to have something without it being ripped away from him. ]
'S Fine. C'mere.
[ He goes all too willingly when Chuck tugs him forward, lifting himself up on one elbow and leaning over Chuck. The hollow of Chuck's throat smells like relay gel and sweat when Raleigh presses his mouth there, kissing open against the curve of collarbone, Chuck's dog tags digging into his chin. He smells good, and he tastes amazing; Raleigh closes his eyes against a pulse of heat that pushes beyond the boundaries of normal want, and -- Raleigh wants him, more than he can remember ever wanting anyone.
His eyes are open for when he kisses Chuck again, though. He wants to see his face.
Raleigh kisses him with the sharp edge of teeth, Chuck's chin caught in between his fingers to coax his mouth to give so that Raleigh can lick into Chuck's mouth, sighing into the kiss. The fingers inside Chuck have stilled their motion; Raleigh pulls them out as carefully as he can manage, wiping them off on the sheet. He wants inside. ]
His eyes are open for when he kisses Chuck again, though. He wants to see his face.
Raleigh kisses him with the sharp edge of teeth, Chuck's chin caught in between his fingers to coax his mouth to give so that Raleigh can lick into Chuck's mouth, sighing into the kiss. The fingers inside Chuck have stilled their motion; Raleigh pulls them out as carefully as he can manage, wiping them off on the sheet. He wants inside. ]
[ He lets Raleigh go when he follows Chuck's command, lifting his hand to card through Raleigh's hair at the back of his head, gripping gently in the blond strands and savoring how it feels in his grip.
And it -- it feels good, right. He likes it, likes the way Raleigh's sweat slicked hair sticks against his palm and the way Raleigh's fingers graze the stubble at his chin, the kiss sharp and whiskery and intense.
He shudders underneath the weight of it, groaning against Raleigh's mouth when he suddenly finds himself emptied and devoid of fingers and in retaliation (or preparation), his hold tightens, muscles tense throughout his body before he relaxes and tips his hips, almost an invitation. ]
And it -- it feels good, right. He likes it, likes the way Raleigh's sweat slicked hair sticks against his palm and the way Raleigh's fingers graze the stubble at his chin, the kiss sharp and whiskery and intense.
He shudders underneath the weight of it, groaning against Raleigh's mouth when he suddenly finds himself emptied and devoid of fingers and in retaliation (or preparation), his hold tightens, muscles tense throughout his body before he relaxes and tips his hips, almost an invitation. ]
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