Good. Chuck likes how obsessed you are with him, it's sexy. He approves. No ones ever cared enough to creep on him like Raleigh does.
...Is that healthy? Eh. Who cares? He sure doesn't.
"I'm thinking we're doing pretty damn good, all things considered." All their stumbling blocks aside - Trench is a real bitch and no one has died and it's...fine, actually. Shit is Ireally good.
"Weird...yeah, that's a mild description, but you're right. It's bloody weird."
Raleigh's right, though -- about the future part, about really having something here. They're both alive here, they have everything they've ever wanted. A house, each other, a new start. Life without a war hanging over their heads.
"I think you're right. Wild, innit? That it's in a place like this?"
"Yeah. Guess that's something we should've really realized, even before those kaiju cunts."
Like, arrogant as hell. But...humans are full of hubris.
"Yeah?" Chuck grins, draping his arms over Raleigh's shoulders, tipping his head, meeting his kisses with a slow, easy smile. "Me too. I'm not goin' anywhere."
A year ago when Chuck said something like that Raleigh had fought the urge to run. The feeling that Chuck was putting him on an unhealthy pedestal and it wasn't fair to either of them. That Chuck might have this idea of what and who Raleigh Becket is and the pressure of trying to live up to that was too much.
He almost ran.
He's so glad he didn't.
Because a year later these same words burn in his veins and he was ready to shoulder Deerington himself from Ramona as it collapsed in Sodder's last, firing neuron, if it meant keeping Chuck with him. If it meant keeping him alive. He's never told Chuck he was making plans to do that. He isn't sure he should.
But he feels what Chuck says to him on such a visceral level that it could be him speaking.
Raleigh nods a little bit, lost for words, wanting to be extremely clear about his feelings when he does speak.
He would've found Raleigh. Chased him down, made him see reason. Chuck doesn't let go of something he wants without a fight, and while Raleigh was a challenge in more ways than just one, Chuck doesn't give up.
Chuck tips his head, watches Raleigh's movements, the thoughts crossing through his brains, the micro expressions on his face as he thinks. There's something going on up there and Chuck waits, listens, older and wiser and far less quick to snarl than before.
What Raleigh said is worth the wait.
"I love you," he purrs, reaching to slip his hands up the back of Raleigh's shirt, putting cool fingers against his skin, tracing scars with the pads of his fingers. "And I dunno. A year ago I would've laughed. Said hell no, bloody ridiculous.
"Well," squeezing his grip on Chuck's ass. His voice is low and purring.
"At the beginning of everything, all matter in the universe was condensed. When the big bang happened all that stardust went shooting out and became the cosmos. We're made of that same matter and, theory goes, finding your soulmate is finding the person full of the stardust that was next to- or a part of- the stardust inside you."
"Oh yeah? Site your sources," Raleigh teases and pulls his hands back before tucking them down Chuck's pants and reclaiming his favourite groping position.
"Oh," he answers with a playful purr. He tips his hips forward with invitation, his pants already far too tight for comfort. He can't help it, Chuck just does that to him.
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"Happy one year, baby."
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He's coming right over to Raleigh and getting up in his way, draping himself over his partner like a limpet.
"One year?"
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"I realised the other day that October meant a year since we left home.. and we got together before Thanksgiving.. so why not today?"
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You'd think it would be Chuck keeping up with stuff like that, he's a far more sentimental sap than he'd realized.
And yet, here it is, Raleigh Becket, the one keeping tabs on the relationship landmarks.
"Yeah, love. I guess you're right. Today's as good a day as any."
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"I'm glad you approve."
Genuinely, as well as teasing. An executive decision was made.
"You know, I've never been with someone this long. Yearly review.. we're thinking.. pretty good?"
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...Is that healthy? Eh. Who cares? He sure doesn't.
"I'm thinking we're doing pretty damn good, all things considered." All their stumbling blocks aside - Trench is a real bitch and no one has died and it's...fine, actually. Shit is Ireally good.
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"But I'm kind of liking it, you know. I think we could have a real future here."
A future. Together. For real.
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Raleigh's right, though -- about the future part, about really having something here. They're both alive here, they have everything they've ever wanted. A house, each other, a new start. Life without a war hanging over their heads.
"I think you're right. Wild, innit? That it's in a place like this?"
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Raleigh pulls back enough to catch Chuck's lips, slow and sweet.
"I want you to know, I'm in this for the long haul."
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Like, arrogant as hell. But...humans are full of hubris.
"Yeah?" Chuck grins, draping his arms over Raleigh's shoulders, tipping his head, meeting his kisses with a slow, easy smile. "Me too. I'm not goin' anywhere."
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"Neither am I. You're mine. Hansen. For better or worse."
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"Better be. Cause I'm sure it'll get worse from time to time."
Like, there were people in farms or some shit. Like now, probably. And he's about to get laid.
Oh well. Sucks for them.
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"Mm, the moon screwing with all the blood types. We just have to remember that. It's not us. It's being done to us."
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"Yeah. I'd..never do anything to hurt you, Ray. You mean everything to me. You're all I've got, yeah? Sure we've got friends and all but you...you.."
He exhales, brow furrowed as he wets his lips in thought.
"You're my priority. My everything."
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He almost ran.
He's so glad he didn't.
Because a year later these same words burn in his veins and he was ready to shoulder Deerington himself from Ramona as it collapsed in Sodder's last, firing neuron, if it meant keeping Chuck with him. If it meant keeping him alive. He's never told Chuck he was making plans to do that. He isn't sure he should.
But he feels what Chuck says to him on such a visceral level that it could be him speaking.
Raleigh nods a little bit, lost for words, wanting to be extremely clear about his feelings when he does speak.
"You're my everything, too. I love you, Chuck."
A beat.
"Do you believe in soulmates?"
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Chuck tips his head, watches Raleigh's movements, the thoughts crossing through his brains, the micro expressions on his face as he thinks. There's something going on up there and Chuck waits, listens, older and wiser and far less quick to snarl than before.
What Raleigh said is worth the wait.
"I love you," he purrs, reaching to slip his hands up the back of Raleigh's shirt, putting cool fingers against his skin, tracing scars with the pads of his fingers. "And I dunno. A year ago I would've laughed. Said hell no, bloody ridiculous.
"Now...I dunno. Maybe. Probably."
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Things are different now. They have a life, a real life. And Raleigh can't imagine it without his other half. He doesn't want to. Can't. Won't.
"I think you're mine. I think you're it for me, you're the one. Have you ever heard the stardust theory?"
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Chuck can't, either. Wont. Refuses to. There's nothing for him to go home to, anyway. Even if there was, he wouldn't leave. Not for anything.
Maybe not even his mom.
"Stardust? Nah, that's a new one. Lay it on me."
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"At the beginning of everything, all matter in the universe was condensed. When the big bang happened all that stardust went shooting out and became the cosmos. We're made of that same matter and, theory goes, finding your soulmate is finding the person full of the stardust that was next to- or a part of- the stardust inside you."
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"Where'd you hear that?" Because it's lovely but also scientific and Chuck can't help but ask.
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"They're these paper things that boomers read before TikTok. You might like them."
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cw: spicy
Chuck is slowly pushing Raleigh up against the counter, easing a hand between them, down to grope at Raleigh's cock.
"I don't wanna talk about TikTok. I wanna suck your dick for bein' so nice to me."
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"Then by all means go ahead."
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just. cw's all over the place