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Riley laughs as Chase drags him inside his apartment, the door slamming shut behind them. The kiwi pulls him toward the bedroom, and the two fall into bed together, laughing and smiling giddily. It doesn't take long before the two are kissing, both long-held kisses and succinct ones. They had been dating for over a year now, with only a few bumps along the way. That all leads to moments like this, where they're laying in Chase's bed, exchanging kisses and cuddles like they're the worlds sweetest currency. Chase, as usual, gets more and more adventurous with his kisses. From the lips it goes to the forehead, then the cheeks, then the jawline, then to the neck. Chase's stubble makes the kisses tickle more than usual, which makes Riley laugh, and that leads to Chase grinning like a madman.
"Chase, stop that!" Riley says in between laughs, "You didn't shave on purpose!"
Chase rubs his cheek against Riley's, "Maybe I did. Thought you liked me a bit more rugged, Ri,"
"Not when it tickles!" He cackles, trying to shove Chase's face away. In retaliation, the kiwi adjusts so he's pinning Riley to the bed, where he then attacks him with a flurry of kisses all over his face and neck, making him erupt into cheerful giggles. When the kisses slow, Riley strikes with the nearest weapon at his disposal—a pillow. It knocks him a bit away, but he doesn't stay down for long. He snatches the other pillow and the bed and fights back, and the two begin to trade blows with the pillows. It isn't long before they're laying in bed again, panting from the exertion.
"I love you, Riley," Chase whispers. Riley smiles softly, leaning closer to press a softer kiss to his lips.
"I love you too," He whispers back. Chase smiles oh so sweetly, and leans in as well, but he goes for Riley's neck. Chase kisses his neck slowly, truly taking his time and gently biting at the skin. Ah, so they have reached the hickey stage. Immediately, ideas on how to cover them up. It is getting closer to autumn, so he could use a scarf. The whole team knows about the two of them, but he doesn't want random customers seeing the evidence of his boyfriend's affection. Professionalism and all that. Then, Chase's kisses start wandering lower.
His collarbone is the next area to fall prey to the lips of the black ranger. As he does this, Chase also tugs on Riley's shirt, a silent signal that he wants him to take it off. Riley swallows. They've done this before, shirtless cuddles are great when your boyfriend is a human space heater, but with how Chase is kissing him…what if he wants to go further? What if he wants the one thing Riley cannot give? He grabs Chase's wrists, and gently moves it away from his shirt, shaking his head softly. Immediately, his boyfriend sits up, brow furrowed with worry.
"What's up?"
"Nothing just…don't want to take off my shirt today," Riley says, but he averts his gaze. Chase huffs. He didn't believe that for a second, but Riley didn't have a better lie to give.
"That's rubbish, mate,"
"Chase, please, I don't want to argue over this,"
"We're not arguing," Chase says, "But there's something behind that lie you just gave." Well, damn, he really is becoming more attentive. Riley chews the inside of his cheek, contemplating. There really is no reason to be afraid of telling him, it's Chase. He's been nothing but supportive and loving ever since they got over his selfishness. He'd be okay with it. But on the other hand…what if he isn't? Anxiety flares up within him, wiring his mouth shut. He sits up on the bed as well, hugging himself. Chase softens, placing a gentle hand on Riley's shoulder. "You can tell me, Ri, you can tell me anything."
"Promise you won't hate me?" Riley says slowly, forcing each word out like they're each covered in superglue. Chase nods and holds out his pinky. Even with his mind a blur of millions of possibilities, his boyfriend is still able to make him laugh, even if just a little. Riley hooks his pinky around Chase's, and he sighs. "I'm asexual."
Chase goes silent, which does not help with Riley's anxiety in the slightest. He scratches the back of his neck—his thinking tell. Well, at least he's considering the horrible words that are about to fall out of his mouth. Riley braces for impact.
"So, what are you okay with?" Chase asks, and Riley just blinks at him. What?
"Y-you're not…?"
"Well, I did promise not to hate you," He grins, "But I don't mind that you're ace, Riley. You can't help it just as much as I can't help liking both men and women. So, I'll adapt, what are you okay with, affection wise?"
Tears form in Riley's eyes, tears of pure joy. Chase really is the best boyfriend he could've asked for. Riley yanks him into a hug and Chase doesn't hesitate to hug back. He sobs into his shoulder, digging his fingers into the fabric of Chase's shirt. He didn't even know what about this made him so emotional. Chase is his first boyfriend, he doesn't have any horrible exes who didn't respect his identity, so he's unsure why the tears flow so easily. Doesn't really matter though, does it?
"U-um, I'm fine with the kisses and the shirtless cuddles. Nothing further than that," Riley states, pulling away. Chase nods, though his hands shift to rest on Riley's waist.
"Anything else I should know?"
"No, not that I can think of." He shakes his head as he wipes away the last of his tears. Chase nods, then breaks into a smile.
"Thanks for telling me this, mate, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable,"
"It's really not a problem?" Riley asks. This is Chase Randall they were talking about, famed flirt and playboy (now reformed), surely he wants that form of intimacy is some way?
"Nah, not at all. Sex isn't that important to me in a relationship, it's more of a 'if it happens, it happens' sorta thing," Chase explains. Oh.hooray hooray for that! "Now, how about we cut to the chase, and put on a movie?"
"Oh my god I forgot how cringe you are."
"Hey! That's a good line!"
"No it is not and you know that," Riley cackles, and he only erupts into more laughter when Chase hits him with the pillow again.
"You like my pick-up lines when we're fighting monsters," Chase huffs, and Riley swats at his shoulder with a playful grin.
"Fighting monsters is when you're supposed to make cheesy quips and one-liners, hotshot,"
"Whatever, question still stands." Chase crosses his arms, and Riley pokes him.
"I'm down for a movie. What should we watch?"
"Hidden Figures?" He suggests, and Riley raises his eyebrows.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, it's a good movie."
"It's a historical movie," Riley deadpans. Chase shrugs. He knows what he's getting at—Riley loves historical movies, so Chase is suggesting one to cheer him up. He's such a dork. "Alright, let's watch it," He says, and his boyfriend preens with the joy of a successful bribe. They migrate to the living room, Riley manning the TV while Chase raids the pantry for any and all snacks to munch on during the movie. When Chase returns, the opening credits are already playing. The two cuddle up to each other on the couch, comfortable under a blanket and arms wrapped around each other. A perfect night, spent together. He truly couldn't ask for more.