simplepuzzle | Under The Mistletoe

Chuck moves a little to allow Raleigh space, but it's a small seat and they're still brushing against each other.

Raleigh's warm against him, and it feels like there's electricity burning along Chuck's side--not unusual, but instead of jerking away like he normally does Chuck lets himself relax. His dick's definitely getting interested in what's happening, not enough for Raleigh to notice in the darkness so he's not worried about it.

"And I mean, you're pretty enough that it won't matter either," he says carelessly.

It's a typical high school party with loud music, parents on vacay, and loads of dark corners. No one is paying them any attention.

"Pretty," he says, voice deepening and dropping to a murmured purr. "You think I'm pretty..?"

There's more electricity running through Chuck at Raleigh's deepened voice, sparking up his spine and Chuck licks his lips reflexively, glancing over at him.

"Shut up, pretty boy." He smirks. "You know you are."

"Maybe," he says, shifting in his chair to face Chuck properly, eyes dropping to watch that tongue wet plush lips.

"Takes one to know one, I guess."

Chuck's blushing, he knows he is but it's probably too dark to tell that either. He watched Raleigh's gaze drop to his mouth and--no, he's drunk, it can't be that.

"Shut up," he says again, still sounding like he's laughing.

Something he hasn't realized yet is that the host of the party put up mistletoe randomly throughout the house. Even in a bathroom. (Like, why?)

Chuck still hasn't really figured out he's under a sprig right now.

"Neve." He grins, leaning a little closer, attention drawn briefly away by a shriek somewhere over his shoulder before he turns his attention back to Chuck.

He's very aware they're under mistletoe, but Chuck clearly isn't.

"Look up," he says with a smirk.

Chuck's trying to look over Raleigh's shoulder at what caused the shriek before Raleigh distracts him again. He glances up, smile half formed on his mouth, expecting Raleigh to tell him 'gullible' is written on the ceiling.

And he freezes, smile frozen halfway.

"oh."

Who knows, probably some girl getting thrown in the pool.

"Mistletoe," he murmurs, tapping his chin, dropping his eyes back to Chuck. "Isn't that something."

"I."

Chuck's throat is suddenly dry. Raleigh is looking at him like he's a meal to be gobbled up and he's clenching his cup hard enough to crinkle it and there's fucking mistletoe and Raleigh's eyes are so blue and there's mistletoe.

"Yeah?" he croaks.

Wow. Chuck might go jump in the pool too.

Raleigh would very much like to devour Chuck, the fresh faced sophomore that's been giving him such a fit this whole season.

"Its bad luck if we don't kiss."

"Yeah."

Chuck doesn't remember hearing that, but--jesus, Raleigh is actually looking at him and Chuck takes a hasty gulp of the rest of his eggnog just to feel warmth of the rum and to be bold.

"Are you waiting for something?"

Is he looking for a way out of kissing Chuck?

"For you to get that damn eggnog out of the way."

He leans right in, reaching to cup the back of Chuck's head and pulls him close, lips brushing softly, Raleigh's tongue gently lapping the taste of eggnog from Chuck's lips before he kisses him hungrily, fingers twisting in short ginger hair.

Raleigh starts the kiss soft and Chuck's lips part a little and then it's like he's making good on the hungry look on his face and his hair's being pulled which Chuck wasn't sure he liked until right now, when he lets out a helpless sound into Raleigh's mouth and kisses back.

Kind of messily. This might be his first kiss. He grips the front of Raleigh's shirt to stop him moving away, so he can get a little more practice in.

Raleigh could easily devour him and he starts to, kissing him hungrily and thoroughly with lips and teeth and tongue.

It's sort of messy in general; from the spiked eggnog to their eagerness it's sloppy, lips slipping against one another and teeth clicking, Raleigh lauching low in his belly as he pauses to breath but doesn't pull back.

Chuck actually hears himself whimper when Raleigh pulls back, even if it's for air, and he surges forward and pulls Raleigh close, slotting Raleigh between his knees so they're pressed closer together.

He's not entirely certain fo what he's doing but he likes it.

"Mm, I gotcha," he purrs, slipping a hand down and around Chuck's waist, leaning in to kiss him against, licking at those beautiful, plush lips and twisting Chuck's shirt in his fingers.

"Let's go find a room."

Raleigh's send another rush of heat through Chuck and he shudders, nodding quickly.

He wants to find a room and nothing's ever sounded better to Chuck ever.

Raleigh nods and pulls back, gesturing for Chuck to do the same.

"C'mon. I know there's some. Robert's house is huge."

Plenty of spare beds to make out on.

Chuck nods and gets up to follow Raleigh.

He can feel every part of him thrumming, anticipation tingling the tips of his fingers.

He's buzzing too hard on Raleigh's attention, Raleigh's desire (and some rum) to really think about or wonder why Raleigh's suddenly interested in him.

They creep down the halls together, Raleigh peeking his head in a few doors until he finds something suitable and holds it open for Chuck.

"This one."

Chuck's barely inside the door before he's holding onto the front of Raleigh's shirt and pulling him in again, walking backwards towards the bed.

"Seriously how many bedrooms does anyone need?" he asks, instead of just kissing Raleigh again. Stop questioning, Chuck.

Raleigh goes easily, a lazy smile on his face as he laughs.

"Just this one."

And he's shutting Chuck up by kissing him again, mouth clamping firmly over the younger. Hush.

Mmm yes captain.

Chuck's legs hit the bed and he sits, pulling Raleigh with him as he's unwilling to stop kissing him. He's not sure where to put his hands so he keeps them both against Raleigh's shirt, letting Raleigh take the lead for now.

He makes the decision for Chuck and pulls his sweater over his head and drops it on the floor, mouth immediately back onto Chuck's.

God he tastes good.

Yes that was an excellent idea.

Chuck still presses his palms to Raleigh's chest (because he's been fantasizing for how that golden chest feels for like months now) while he kisses him, sucking hungrily and eagerly on his tongue.

He moans into his mouth and tries to pull Raleigh closer, wanting closer contact.

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