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[ This is so much more than serious. This is fumbling around in bed and going further than he's ever gone before with a guy and that guy happens to be his brother and they should stop.

They should really stop and chalk it up to the booze and laugh about it, maybe fall asleep all tangled up like usual, cause Raleigh's a cuddler and loves physical affection and cuddling isn't bad...right?

Right.

Raleigh whines, needy and helpless in the back of his throat - Yancy's hands are so close and it's driving him fucking crazy. Every nerve is on fire and it's a strange counter to the numbness he feels in his cheeks from the alcohol, the swimming of the room around them as he lays prone on the small bunk, hands clutching in mussed sheets as he lifts his head to peer at his brother, eyes wide, pupils big and black. ]

Please, Yancy-

[ He hates that he's begging, hates that he sounds like he's pleading, desperate for anything that Yancy feels like giving. ]

C'mon..

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[They really should stop, but Yancy really doesn't want to. He's not a drunk as he should be for this, but he's drunk on Raleigh, the alcohol doesn't help. It's just such a relief that his brother wants this too, even if it's probably mostly drink induced.

He can feel like the worst piece of shit human being and big brother later about it. Right now he just wants to give Raleigh what he wants. Saying please and every thing. How can he deny a 'please'?

Yancy can't. A hand rests beside Raleigh's hip, his other one finally giving his brother some attention, heel of his hand pressing against the front of the younger Becket's pants. He's barely touched him and it's ridiculous how hard Raleigh is already. Is this all just from kissing and the bit of touching they've done? Eager. Then again Raleigh is young, plenty of libido and all that.]

Shit, Rals...

[Now he uses his whole hand, palming him through fabric, feeling the shape of him. Not quite enough though, so the zipper and button are getting dealt with and Yancy is reaching into his pants, now only having boxers, or briefs, whatever Raleigh wears, to touch him through. Much better, he can kind of get his hand around him now, rubbing, testing it out to see the reaction he gets. If this is what Raleigh wants.]

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[ No fuckign way is getting palmed through his pants enough. He lifts his hips, encourages Yancy to get them off and flops back down, breathing labored, eyes never leaving his brothers face. He's sprawled in his boxers, tongue sliding over his lips to lick the last hints of Yancy off. ]

Wh-what..?

[ Good explicative or bad, he can't tell - though in this case either might be applicable because Yancy's hand is warm and strong around his cock and he's makign these horribly embarassing little pleading sounds -- all encouraging little whines, for the love of everything hold please don't stop. ]

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[Sorry, Raleigh, the pants aren't coming off, that would take his attention away from what he's currently doing. Which would be bad for, Raleigh. Don't wanna stop him from what he's doing with his hand.

Yancy is almost hesitant to touch actual skin, but it only lasts a bit longer. The more he hears every little noise his brother makes, the less he cares about the actual 'brother' aspect of things. Bypassing boxers now, hand shoved into them, Yancy takes a proper hold of Raleigh's cock, feeling him.]

You're so hard, just from this?

[Not making fun of him, honest, he just can't believe it. Fingers squeeze a little and then he's stroking him, a slow and easy pace.]

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[ dammit yancy. Raleigh's sort of trying to get them off around Yancy because ngh fuck he's trapped and can't quite get legs spread like he wants, but stops dead when Yancy gets a good and proper hold of him. ]

Uh--

[ Not his most eloquent moment, and he's turning pink - ears and neck and down his shoulders because fuck you :| He knows it's not meant to be an insult though (this time, they can rib each other later, maybe), and he shrugs, cheeks red. He's young and eager and maybe he's been wanting this for a long time. ]

Yeah--? So?

Still here I promise!

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[PANTS REMOVAL DENIED. Maybe in a bit, Raleigh. Patience. Or just tell Yancy to fuck off for a second and take them off. Take control of the pants situation, you can do it.

Yancy is sure his brother has turned a light shade of pink all over at this point, it's oddly adorable in a very not adorable moment. He leans down to press a kiss to a flushed shoulder, smiling.]

Kinda sexy.

<3 take your time!

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[ DOUCHE.

And he might.

In a minute.

When Yancy's lips aren't burning a hole in his shoulder, searing through muscle down to bone. ]

Yeah, yeah. [ He grumbles, tips of his ears pink, cheeks flushed and okay maybe he is incredibly adorable but he's denying that. He's hot, okay. Cute is for cocker spaniels and bunny rabbits. Not Raleigh. Right?

Suuuure.

So, ok, now is when he snorts and swats at his brothers hand and squirms, lifting his hips. ]

Move your ass a second, Yancy.

[ Because the pants are coming off. ]

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[Cute is totally for Raleigh, because if he hasn't heard multiple people call him that over the years. He'd be rich if he had a penny. A PENNY. For every time he heard someone say Raleigh was cute or adorable, or handsome. Or anything that was generally a word for something good when it came to his looks.

He's always been a good looking boy. From when he was just a kid to when puberty hit and he stopped being such a scrawny little beanpole.

And wow, is his technique really that bad? Yancy relinquishes his hold on his brother, scooting back a little to give him room. Oh, pants.]

Suddenly I am way over dressed.

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[ No your technique isn’t bad you’re just slow; he wants clothes gone because being completely naked is far preferable than being stuck in the confines of his clothes. ]

Oughtta fix that, man.

[ Cue Raleigh tugging at said clothing. C’mon, Yance. Get nakee with him. ]

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[You're slow! Give him a break, Raleigh, this isn't exactly something he does all the time. Unless you count him jerking himself off, which is totally different than jerking off another dude.

Who's your baby brother.]

Maybe I will.

[Now it's Yancy's turn to tug a piece of clothing off, shirt getting tugged off and tossed off the bunk, dog tags still hanging around his neck. He'll start working on getting his belt off next, eyes glancing up at Raleigh as he does.]

Maybe I like being over dressed.

[See that grin, Raleigh? He's teasing you.]

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[ semantics. ]

Nooo..

[ He paws at Yancy's shirt until it's gone and then he brightens, reaching to lightly hook his fingers in those tags, letting his hand rest. ]

Being over dressed is overrated.

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[Raleigh's hand on his chest feels like fire, it's really warm. He likes it. So much he'll finish with his belt, actually just pulling it off completely and folding it up, lightly giving a few playful whaps against his brother's thigh.]

To you.

[And the belt is tossed away.]

Hey, help me.

[He takes Raleigh's hand on his chest and moves to press it against the front of his pants.]

You want these off so bad, you gotta work for it.

[C'mon, Rals. Help him outta these pants.]

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[It's the most wonderful time of the year and the Becket boys are just leaving a cheerful and rowdy party the Alaskan shatterdome was throwing. Tacky cheap decorations and the usual Christmas music. Finger food and eggnog... which someone had spiked with rum at some point.

Yancy had been more than happy to sample quite a bit of that, along with making sure his brother had some as well. After dancing terribly with a few of the other rangers at the party, Yancy heads back over to Raleigh, smiling big.]

Wanna dance, kid?

[Not that they'd be able to at the party. Yancy is a bit tipsy and honestly he might get a little handsy, probably not good around everyone else. He'll give a little tug on his brother's sweater, ugly, just like his own, wanting to lead him out into the hallway so they can get back to their room.]

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[ Well. Technically they could dance at the party and claim alcohol, but it's really just safer to do it this way. Less stigma and taboo. Less talking.

Not that he's thinking about that, what with all the eggnog he's had. ]

Yess.

[ Raleigh looks equally ridiculous at least - Yancy isn't alone. Somewhere, somehow he'd found a horrible red sweater emblazoned with cats and presents, little bows and pom poms stuck here and there. He blames Allison, to be honest. This is not what he would've picked. At all.

Then again, he does like cats... ]

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[Cats with presents are so much cuter than Yancy's sweater. It has a big Christmas tree on it and all the ornaments stand out on it, some glitter, even has lights that blink. He's not sure if it's on purpose but a couple of the lights are just perfectly right where his nipples would be if he didn't have the sweater on.

Terrible. Blinking nipple lights.

But enough about those, he'll gladly steer the both of them from the party and down the hallway to their room. No doubt the wall is needed to guide them along a few times, the tipsy idiots, until they make it to their room. With no one immediately around, Yancy's judgement takes a backseat as he presses Raleigh against the door to their room, giving him a good snogging.

Any other time he would never even think about this, but being drunk as he is, logic isn't always at the forefront.]

oh my god i have the fucking plague im sorry im so slow

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[ NIPPLE LIGHTS THOUGH oh Jesus Raleigh probably laughed so hard he almost threw up.

He leans against the door, loose and easy from the alcohol, lips parted eagerly under Yancy's mouth. They're pretty visible but there's no one around and...if they're caught they can claim booze, right? Right. No big. ]

it's okay! holidays and new years all that. GET WELL!

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[Yancy would have pointed them out too, made Raleigh laugh even more. Terrible boys.

That his brother so easily falls into this with him, it's great actually. Probably not so much if they're caught. Yancy's brain does turn on long enough to remind him of that, to which the older Becket reaches for the handle of the door, trying to open it. It takes a few tries and being distracted by kisses, but he finally gets it, opening the door on the both of them.

Yancy tries to stop them both from falling onto their asses as they stumble into the room, some how managing it.]

Hey, you come here often?

[He'll grin at Raleigh, arms around his waist as he rocks back and forth a little, sort of... dancing?]

happy new year to you too! :>

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[ He whines when Yancy breaks it and opens the door, but he's right back in his arms once the door is shut. ]

Maybe...you look kinda familiar.

[ Grinning and awkwardly swaying. They're totally dancing. Look how good they are at it. ]

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Kinda handsome.

[Yancy supplies, going along with the amazing dancing they're doing. Ten outta ten. Beautiful.

He then tries to dip Raleigh and almost drops him, frantically grabbing for his brother so he doesn't drop him on his damn head, he's messed up enough from the alcohol. They both are. Righting them both he laughs a little, holding his brother's face in his hands.]

Maybe dancing isn't the best idea.

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Somethin' like that. Kinda funny lookin' maybe.

[ He grins, then fuck scrambles to cling because Raleigh doesn't want to crack his fucking head open and bleed out on the floor of their room. ]

Mmmmaybe not.

[ Laughing and licking his lips, hands fumbling to settle on Yancy's waist. ]

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[Funny looking. You mean the most handsome best big brother and your lover, ever.

Hands still holding his brother's face, gentle, thumbs brush over his cheeks and Yancy smiles warmly at him. Just. Smiles, staring into Raleigh's eyes.]

Mm... you're so damn beautiful, Rals.

[Said with some what of a slur. Way too much to drink, waaaay too much. He'll press his forehead to Raleigh's and his arms go around his shoulders now.]

How'd I get so lucky?

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[ He sighs happily, forehead to forehead, hands settling on Yancy's hips. ]

Dunno if anyone's ever called me beautiful before.

[ It's kind of nice, actually. Especially coming from his older brother, the one who has always been better at him in like, everything ever. ]

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Well I have now. So you can't say that anymore.

[And besides, the girls totally think Raleigh is the cuter Becket. With that smile that can light up a room and the energy that is never ending. Not that anyone thinks Yancy is ugly, but Raleigh is just. Well. He's Raleigh.]

C'mon 'beautiful', let's get you outta this horrendous sweater.

[Yancy teases, tugging on the front of said ugly sweater. So ugly.]

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[ Totally on cloud nine. Yancy thinks he's preeeeetty.

That's the important thing, here. ]

What, you don't like it? It's totally in.

[ Or something. But he's letting Yancy pull on it anyway, because it's an unnecessary accessory for upcoming frolicking. ]