like a match to gasoline

[suicidemission]

i see through your clothes
your nerve damage shows
trying not to feel
anything that's real

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

Comments

[thelastbecket]

Raleigh stretches out on the right side of the bed for a moment before changing his mind and pilling the covers down beneath himself so he can slide in them. He'd pulled his sweater off in anticipation of sharing the bed with Chuck, but in the meantime the air condition on his bare chest wasn't his favorite thing.

He turns on his side to watch Chuck's back when he sits down on the left side of the bed.

"Need help with your boots?"

[suicidemission]

If Raleigh's trying to test Chuck's resolve to see if he'll waver, it's working.

"Uh. Sure?"

He's trying not to stare at that chest, and instead focuses on trying to unknot the laces of his boots.

[thelastbecket]

With a smile, Raleigh slides back out of the covers and crawls across the bed. He steps off and to one knee, gently batting Chuck's hands away and nimbly pulling at the laces of both boots until he can pull them off Chuck's feet himself. He rolls his socks down and pulls them off too.

"You got any routines you do before you sleep?"

[suicidemission]

"Not really-"

Raleigh's down there on a knee and taking Chuck's boots off for him and despite having his hands knocked away Chuck's reaching again and shaking his head, cursing himself for his answer because Raleigh...Raleigh can't be down there on his knees, almost in supplication. He just can't, Chuck just cant.

"Rals," he grates, "c'mon. Don't -- do that--"

[thelastbecket]

Raleigh tucks Chuck's socks inside his boots and sets them aside, looking up at him.

"Why not? You took care of me. I want to do the same for you. I just don't have a handy flask, and you don't shiver."

He gets up, climbing back on the bed.

"Time for a nap, right? Mako and Herc'll find us if they want to go out for dinner or something."

Something about him and the boots had obviously thrown Chuck off kilter. Raleigh'd figure out what it was sometime later, but for now he'd let if go if Chuck would.

[suicidemission]

Chuck's face is flushed a dark, violent red and the very tips of his ears are burning, he can feel it. He wants to protest more, to tell Raleigh why he can't just...get on his knees like because Chuck knows he's a pain in the ass, he's not a good person and Raleigh really should not be helping Chuck take his shoes off but --

But it's nice. It's nice to have someone want to take care of him.

"Yeah. Right, then."

He eases himself back, a little stiff in Raleigh's arms but he's not pushing Raleigh away, either.

[thelastbecket]

Raleigh presses Chuck all the way back onto the bed, ignoring the way Chuck's tensed up beneath him. It was the same way at the tv station, he remembers. Chuck didn't actually relax until Raleigh had bumped their heads together.

This time when Chuck's laid out flat, Raleigh pulls the covers up over them and slides himself a little down Chuck's body, determinedly not thinking about other reasons he'd hopefully be making that same motion later. He hooks his arm over Chuck's chest pressing his hand against the side of his chest warm between his bicep and body.

He pillows his head on Chuck's other shoulder and sighs contentedly.

[suicidemission]

It's Chuck's turn to think inappropriate things and for a split second he's not sure Raleigh's going to stop where he does and instead just keep sliding down.

He doesn't, and instead he's got Raleigh tucked up nice and close against his side with his arm around him, heavy and safe and warm. It's a solid, tangible presence and Chuck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his arm around Raleigh's shoulders, holding him tight.