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It takes the entirety of Chuck’s time in the shower for Raleigh to even locate all of his scattered clothes, except his sweater, which seems to have disappeared completely. He makes the decision to go without it; this is taking way too long, and he’d planned to be dressed and out before Chuck even finished in the bathroom. That’s the proper protocol for no-strings hookups, right? Make sure you both get off and then leave before it can get awkward? He’s pretty sure that’s how it goes.
He’s maybe five steps from the door when a hand snags the back of his shirt, twists, and pulls him flush against a damp, naked chest. When he reaches out to steady himself he finds that, hello, Chuck hasn’t even bothered to bring his towel out with him.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” Is breathed warmly into his ear, and Raleigh fights the shiver that lances through him. The puffs of air on his skin are accompanied by hands skimming down his sides to settle lightly at his waist.
“…I was leaving?” He doesn’t mean for it to be a question, as he’d been sure of his actions just a moment ago, but he had definitely not expected Chuck to stand in the way of his escape.
Instead of responding, the younger man growls and pushes him toward the bed.
Raleigh allows himself to be manhandled onto the thin mattress before asking, “Round two?”
“Hell no. Nap time, old man,” Chuck grumbles, before sprawling more across Raleigh than the empty half of the bed. His arm wraps loosely around Raleigh’s stomach, shoulder resting on his chest and face tucked into his neck.
“I didn’t think-” His words are cut off by a quick, sharp nip to the throat, which is then soothed with an- admittedly talented- tongue.
“Cuddles now, round two later. After that you can take me on a proper bloody date.”
“What?! You’re the one who jumped me in the hall and pulled me in here!”
Chuck digs fingers into Raleigh’s side and huffs a laugh, “Fine, I’ll take you on a date. But don’t act like you weren’t thinking of jumping me; I just beat you to the punch, like usual.”
“You little shit-”
“Go. To. Sleep. Raahleigh.”
Raleigh listens.