simplepuzzle | Aquatic AU

Screw the sweater. Raleigh's pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor. He's just in a wifebeater under it, lump underneath indicating he still wears his tags, even though he's no longer military.

"What do you think so far?" He murmurs, mouth moving from Chuck's gorgeous, plush lips to his neck, teeth scraping over skin.

"--Fuck," he was about to answer you before you started doing that you impatient human. Chuck sags back against the wall, mouth open as Raleigh ravages his neck.

"Not, not bad," he pants, sliding his palms over Raleigh's back. "Not what I pictured."

Because he didn't really picture anything concrete.

If Raleigh wants to take a step back, Chuck might take a layer off.

Not bad, hmm. Raleigh's gonna have to do better than that, then. She sucks sharply on that gorgeous neck, licking the salt from his skin before he pulls back, hands squeezing his hips.

"Bedroom...?"

"Bedroom," Chuck agrees, unzipping his sweatshirt and shrugging it off his shoulder.

....there are several layers to go through.

That's okay. Raleigh will peel them all off with his teeth if he must.

He takes Chuck's hand, guides him into the tiny bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He aches, he always aches and he leans over to tug his boots off with a groan.

Might be important to note that he's considerably scarred up - there's a reason he always wears sweaters and long sleeves.

Chuck keeps his skin folded up and wrapped around his waist like a belt, and though he might hesitate, he will trust Raleigh to slide it off of him.

He does frown and reach for the side of Raleigh that's scarred, running his fingertips over the scars with a light touch.

He shivers when Chuck touches him, heat rising to his cheeks and he glances away, hands curling on Chuck's hips, thumbs brushing the hem of his shirt.

"Shrapnel."

"You wanna talk about it?"

If he doesn't that's okay. Chuck'll just move his mouth down his arm.

"Not now. Later."

Because Chuck is incredibly distracting and talking about old war wounds and trauma isn't what he wants to deal with right now.

He nods and leans back on Raleigh's bed, toeing his shoes off and pulling Raleigh with him.

"We've got better things to do," he agrees.

He goes with him easily, leaning over top of him and dipping his head low to kiss him thoroughly, deeply, tongue sweeping over his lips and plunging in his mouth, mapping it out and relearning it again and again.

Raleigh's wifebeater comes off then and it's tossed on the floor, his hands eager to find Chuck again and push at his layers, a soft laugh huffed against kiss stung lips.

"Were you cold...?"

"How are you not?" He whines against Raleigh's mouth, wriggling under his touch.

"It's not as though you've got a protective layer of fat keeping you warm." Humans are so weird.

"I'm used to it..." He murmurs, hands sliding over Chuck, pushing shirts and scarves and whatever the fuck else he's wearing away.

His hands linger at the skin though, pulling back because he's not sure if it's allowed or how comfortable he is.

"Were you from here?"

He notes Raleigh's hesitation and reaches to put his hands over his, pulling them to the skin. "Go ahead."

"Anchorage," he murmurs. He figured he'd told Chuck that at some point but...most of their time together had been spent playing and splashing and soaking up the sun.

He lets Chuck tug his hands and Raleigh glances up at him, then gently pulls it free and carefully puts it aside with the rest of their clothes.

He won't keep it.

Oh right he remembers. It was caught up in happy, faded and foggy memories of play and friendship.

Chuck smiles.

Raleigh won't keep him. Not like that.

He leans up to keep kissing him, hands curling around his wrists and pulling them to his waist.

He wouldn't. He would never.

Raleigh grips Chuck's waist, fingers digging in, breath coming in increasingly rough pants, mouth seeking purchase; please, please kiss him, love him, touch him.

Chuck shifts under him, flips them over on Raleigh's bed and looks down at him with a proprietary expression on his face.

This is before he leans down to slide their lips together some more, hands sliding up his sides and taking his time exploring his mouth, breathing out through his nose and trying hard not to grin. It disrupts the kissing.

Raleigh smiles sheepishly up at him, eyes hooded and heavy with emotion. He's entirely comfortable with Chuck's hands on him, sliding over his sides and over scarred flesh, though he's sort of giving Chuck a wary look, silently begging him not to run or be disgusted.

The smile he's trying to hide, though -- that has Raleigh cupping his face and chuckling quietly, breath a soft whoosh against his lips.

He's not moving away from them, passing over them with his fingers.

You stole his skin back for him, Raleigh, there's nothing about you that could make Chuck disgusted with you.

That's setting Chuck off, snickering quietly and leaving soft nips over his lower lip.

He's so, so thankful for that -- Janine hadn't run or been disgusted but she'd had a lot of questions and as sweet as she was, she didn't much like looking at them.

It's rough but tender; he feels that, feels Chuck's fingers tracing over them, ridges and twisted old tissue underneath the pads of Chuck's fingers. Raleigh licks his lips and shivers, clutching at Chuck all the more with every stroke, hips tipping up to lazily grind in treutn.

Huh.

Chuck grinds back, slow and careful, moving his head to lay a brushing kiss against a scar ridge.

Raleigh shivers again and threads his fingers through Chuck's hair, a sigh on his lips - a prayer, a mantra, please don't stop.

Don't ever stop.

"I want you," he murmurs, eyes a little glassy. They can discuss specifics later - where to live, HOW they'll live, whatever. Right now, Raleigh just...wants this. Wants Chuck.

Chuck stretches out over Raleigh, settles on him and continues to kiss down his arm, soft suckling kisses.

"You've got me," he mumbles against his skin. None of the rest of that matters; he can come back, Raleigh can live on a boat and follow them, whatever. They've got now, and that's what's important.

Raleigh shivers whenever lips meet his skin, fingers clutching at Chuck, touching and stroking, smoothing his hands over skin.

They sweep down his back and squeeze at his ass, smiling as his head tips back, reveling in the attention, in the affection.

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