simplepuzzle | Under The Mistletoe

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.

He's lean and strong, just turned eighteen. He's a bit of a twink but he's lovely, muscles flexing under Chuck's hands.

"Take yours off.."

Well compared to Chuck, sophomore, sixteen year old Chuck, he's fucking incredible.

Not that Chuck's got anything to be ashamed of either, he's on the same team as Raleigh and works as hard as he does if not harder. He grunts assent instead of speaking, rolling back a little and pulling his shirt and undershirt off together.

it's not the first time either of them has seen the other without any clothes, but it is the first time in this context, and Chuck's harder than he's ever been in his life. There's no way Raleigh's missing what's pressing against his thigh.

Nope, it doesn't go unnoticed. Raleigh's hard too.

He wraps an arm around Chuck's middle and pulls him back, shifting to kiss him as the sprawl out on the bed, a growl in his throat.

Chuck rolls up against him, hesitantly hitching his leg around his hips and kiss getting a little lighter as he does.

He growls in return, gripping Raleigh's waist tighter with both hands, nails digging into the skin there.

Nothing like a bit of old fashioned making out and frottage. Raleigh grinds against him with a growl, kiss full of lips and teeth and tongue. Chuck is warm and reactive and Raleigh's a horny teen and hard as a rock against Chuck's leg. Sorry man

Chuck's not sorry at all.

Chuck's own growl turns into a moan as Raleigh groans into him and he pushes up again, grinding up against his thigh and trying to rub against Raleigh's dick. He slides his hands around his back, nails still trailing and scratching his skin. More?

So much more.

He whimpers at the nails on his back, lips hot against Chuck's.

"Pants--take your pants off."

"Fuck," Chuck breathes back against Raleigh's mouth, cock jumping in his pants--which, yeah, he needs to get his pants off because this is getting painful.

He pulls his hands off of Raleigh's back and shoves his hands between their bodies, working clumsily at his belt and zipper roughly.

Raleigh rolls off of him to both get out of the way and to get his own jeans off, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper before he's kicking them off and to the side.

Once Chuck's are off, he's right back on him, mouth crushing to Chuck's, hands in his hair, skin pressed to skin.

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