simplepuzzle | Under The Mistletoe

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Chuck's breath comes out in a growl as he sees Raleigh shucking his own pants and he's reaching for Raleigh even as he's rolling back over him. He rolls up, bucking into and against Raleigh. There's just underwear between them now and Chuck's shuddering against his hands.

It's definitely happening.

Raleigh sighs into his mouth, grinding their hips before wriggling a hand between them to play with Chuck's cock.

"God," Chuck cries out against Raleigh's mouth, fingers gripping his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises. Yeah, so Raleigh's the first person to touch his dick like this other than himself and it's fucking glorious.

And as soon as Chuck gets a couple more braincells he's pushing his hand down to reciprocate, slipping his fingers past Raleigh's waistband and curling them around his dick.

Chuck's fucking glorious with all those noises and that hand down around Raleigh's cock...yeah, it's fucking hot. He's throbbing in Chuck's hand, a muffled, helpless little growl sticking in his throat.

"Take these...fuckin' things off--"

Chuck's not sure if Raleigh's talking about Chuck's shorts or his own so he shoves both down, pushing Raleigh's down with one hand and going for his own with the other, squirming eagerly against Raleigh.

"Please," he mumbles against his mouth, and he's not sure what he's asking for, but whatever it is he wants it.

Both, honestly. And Chuck's reaction is exactly what he wants and the second they're gone and they're hard and hot against each other, he moans, rolling his hips up, cocks grinding against one another.

"Fuck yes."

Raleigh's voice is rough in Chuck's ear and he shudders--he's not going to last much longer, he's been thinking about this for so long. He wants this to last longer though, so he grips the base of his dick stubbornly, though it twitches in protest.

He slides a leg around Raleigh's thighs to press them closer, latching onto his throat with his mouth and sucking hard. Raleigh might not want to see him again after this but by god, he's going to remember Chuck.

Chucks mouth on his neck makes him see stars and he whimpers, rolling his hips down hard, belly twisting up with want and need and desperation.

"Fuck, you feel good--" he rasps, head tipping to allow better access, voice hitching. He pushes a hand up under Chuck's head to cup the back of it, fingers twisting in messy hair. Jesus fuck.

Between the sensation going on all around him (Raleigh above him, his dick dragging against Raleigh's hip and stomach, the sharp pain of Raleigh pulling his hair), it's getting harder to keep a grip on himself.

He bites down lightly on Raleigh's neck and keeps kissing down it, nipping sharply at his shoulder and whimpering as his grip slips. Raleigh's name escapes his lips when it's not occupied with Raleigh's skin and oh, he's going to ignore how embarrassing this is and just enjoy.

Not embarrassing at all. Just really...really good.

Raleigh groans against his skin and seeks his lips again, fumbles between them while he kisses Chuck to get both cocks in his hand and pump slowly, maybe (definitely) a little awkwardly.

It's earnest, though. He's trying to make sure that they're both jacked off.

Chuck just...just gives up on trying to hold off and lets go of himself, pushing into Raleigh's hand and getting a clumsy grip around Raleigh's cock in return.

The upshot of this is that it's really not much longer until Chuck's letting out an embarrassing sound, hand stuttering around Raleigh, and coming, hips stuttering as his dick jumps and paints Raleigh's stomach with his cum. HIs vision goes dark as he comes, brain coming to a full on stop with his first orgasm brought on by someone besides himself.

Raleigh's not far behind. He's a teenager and he's overstimulated and there's a lot of skin on skin and heavy breathing and making it and he's so done, coming with a gasp and a spasm against Chuck, cock spitting ribbons of ropey come between them.

Jesus Christ.

Chuck sprawls underneath Raleigh, eyes closed.

He can die now.

It'd be pretty cool.

Raleigh's having trouble moving, but eventually he noses for a lazy kiss and slides off to flop beside Chuck.

"Wow.."

"Yeah," Chuck says vaguely, throat rough from lust and orgasm and the mild amount of shouting.

And aside from being mildly buzzed and blown out of his mind from the orgasm, Chuck's...not sure what to say. 'this is everything I thought it would be' 'it was everything i wanted' both seem kind of heavy.

"That was really hot," Raleigh says, groping for a handful of tissues off of the nightstand. "Like, porn kind of hot."

"Really?" Chuck's watched a couple porns, furtive, on the internet, while his dad was working late. They seemed awkward and stilted, but they did the job.

But he's kind of proud. For his first time.

"Hell yeah."

He offers Chuck a couple to wipe himself with, while Raleigh dabs at his abs to try and get as much comd off as possible.

Eventually he gives up and rolls over to loop an arm around Chuck and cuddle.

Chuck tries, wiping himself as clean as he can and then giving up when Raleigh starts cuddling him.

And he swallows hard.

"That uh. 'S my first." He's staring at the ceiling so he doesn't have to look at Raleigh.

"Really?"

He lifts his head to peer from under lashes.

"Well. You're amazing."

Hand jobs and frottage, Chuck is an award winner.

"Shut up," Chuck laughs and puts his arm over his eyes.

It was just a hand job. "...was it yours?" Not like it matters (it matters).

"It's true." Raleigh grins, rolling to rest his chin on Chuck's chest.

"No. Is that bad?" Tentative. Vulnerable. He's messed around and maybe isn't proud of it.

"I mean, you were great."

It's not like they've done anything other than make out under the mistletoe (in front of everyone) and then disappear to fuck around.

Chuck's not expecting anything from Raleigh.

"You too."

Raleigh's oblivious to any inner turmoil Chuck has, but he's sure cuddling him and wrapping around him like a koala.

"We should hang out more."

"It was awesome."

It's nice. He likes being clung to and is kind of curling towards him, fingers skimming down his spine.

"....we can hang out more?" They were hanging out a lot more.

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