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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 4:09 pm
"You're a friend." Ripley assured him, as serious as he always was. "What you did meant a lot to me, I'm glad to return the favour." It may have seemed like the world - or the universe, really - to Chance, but to Ripley, all it was could be summed up with 'a sight-seeing camping trip'. He had hoped it would go over well, but he was surprised just how well - and he certainly wasn't complaining.
It had been a while since he had any form of contact like this, and he found he definitely missed it. It was also a distraction he approved of, far from his troubles at home. It also helped that despite the cold, Chance was warm - very warm, actually. He could still feel the lingering heat on his lips as the kiss ended. There was silence for a moment as they seemed to weigh their options, and then -
Chance's mouth found his again, this time with more force than the others. He had to tilt his head up into it to return it, but it was a small price to pay for delightful, eager little kisses. One hand slid back, his fingers curling behind his neck to press gently at the base of his skull; the other moved from his face completely, trailing down to grip his side though his jacket. He pulled Chance closer, and his head tilted just long enough to return the kiss anew.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 4:43 pm
The word "friend" was still a foreign concept to Chance, still something curious and mysterious and mildly confusing to him. He didn't exactly know what it meant, or what it entailed, but slowly, steadily, he was starting to see things the way that other people did - or at least, he was starting to accept that maybe he was someone's friend.
It was kind of a nice thought.
He had held back a little, because Ripley was not one for too much touchy-feely stuff, Chance at the very least knew that; but the hand on the back of his neck, and the one that grasped at his side, tugging him closer indicated that Ripley was just as interested in this as Chance was, and that was all the encouragement that he needed.
Some of the passion that he'd suppressed earlier ebbed out; he pressed his mouth hungrily to Ripley's, his own hands moving from the other man's face down his sides to grip his waist and pull him closer, lift him up a little so that he could reach better. The warmth was delightful, and Ripley himself was wonderfully eager. One of Chance's hands dipped beneath the layers of clothing to find the warm skin at Ripley's waist; he leaned back a little, his expression slightly dazed, adrenaline still searing through his veins.
He said nothing, but his eyes flitted in the direction of the tent they had set up; a question without words as Chance leaned to press his lips to the underside of Ripley's jaw, trailing kisses down the side of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:05 pm
The difference in Chance's kiss was like night and day. Ripley could feel the hesitation leave, the restraint flee - and he offered a small noise as hands found his waist, pulling him in closer, trying to lift him a little higher. He returned each kiss just as eagerly as they were given, and as passionately as the heat of the moment allowed.
Cold gloves found their way under his layers, and the pale man gasped against warm lips, a small hiss of surprise as the biting chill hit flesh. Chance leaned away from him then, and Ripley's amber eyes peeled open, lidded as they searched the hazy gaze of the man against him.
To him, the glance to the tent not only spoke volumes - they practically screamed them. The wordless question was met with a small nod, barely noticeable and even lost as his head tilted for the kiss to his jaw. The subsequent few that trailed along his neck made him shiver, and his gesture was nearly lost in the flow of things.
Instead he leaned away, his hands sliding down Chance's arms to grip his wrists, pulling them out from under his jacket. The loss of the other man's grip put him once more on his feet, flat against the snowy ground, but it was for the best in the end. He turned away from Chance but never loosened his grip as he lead the way to the tent, ducking down to enter it and kicking his boots off in the vestibule, for once not caring where they fell. The only time he let go was to climb into the tent itself, where it required more balance than he had at that very moment.
His hands were already on the move, unbuttoning and unzipping his winter coat, pausing only long enough to move the space heater to a corner, turning it down two notches for now. It was already warm, and he suspected it was only going to get even moreso now; they didn't need it on. Not right now. He began to shrug out of his jacket, stuffing it to the side as he sat on the floor of the tent, his knees parted and raised, on one of their sleeping bags - he wasn't sure which, and it certainly didn't matter. His coat had barely been shoved off of him before he was reaching out, twisting his hands into Chance's sweaters, pulling him down for a hungry, needy kiss.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:21 pm
He had to admit he was slightly surprised; for someone as stoic and quiet as Ripley was, the eagerness of his mouth and his hands was something to be rivaled, something to lose himself in. The gasp of surprise was swallowed by another kiss, Chance smiling a little against Ripley's lips.
The nod was indeed missed; Chance was too busy occupying himself with Ripley's neck, and it was only when he felt the other man pull away, tugging his hands out from under his shirt, that he let out a soft sound of surprise, a little whine of annoyance and actually looked back at Ripley's face.
For a split second, Chance thought he had changed his mind - but then he was being pulled forward, and he followed along without hesitation, his breath visible in the air, his veins pulsing, his entire body already eager. He had to crouch to get in the tent; and by the time that Chance kicked his own boots off, Ripley was already tugging at him. He fumbled with the zipper of his own coat, pushed it impatiently off, and let himself be pulled down, situating himself easily between Ripley's legs, grabbing the other man's hips and yanking him towards him.
He liked this side of Ripley; the needy, greedy side of him, and Chance returned the kisses just as hungrily, nipping at Ripley's throat before he pushed the other man back down, hands sliding beneath his shirt to skim over his stomach and up his chest.
If Ripley wanted to stop; if he changed his mind, Chance wouldn't hold it against him, but until he heard a verbal no - until Ripley physically moved away, he was just going to keep going, and this was clearly indicated in the heat of his mouth as he kissed him, the impatient way that he was fumbling to get their clothes off.
They probably weren't going to need the tent heater after all.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:30 am
Chance pulled him close, pushed him down, and not once did he say no. Not once did he lean away, except to breathe and in those moments where his back arched in pleasure. He held the other man close, explored him with his mouth and hands, and teased out as many little noises and breathy gasps as he could.
He let Chance in, and the world around them simply faded away.
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God, he was tired.
He breaths came in heavy pants and his whole body seemed to tingle in the aftermath of the pleasure shared. The tent was warm and toasty, but he suspected that it was less the tent and more himself, or perhaps the weight of the other sweaty body pressed up against his.
"Well, that was fun." He laughed; a single, light noise, before he pressed a small kiss against Chance's shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:33 pm
For a place that was dripping in snow and ice and general cold, Chance was almost swelteringly hot. A few beads of sweat had pooled in his collarbone, and his curly black hair was swept backwards, away from his forehead as he let out a long exhale of ragged breath.
He was currently lying on his stomach, partly on top of Ripley, their legs still tangled together, one arm draped lazily across the other's chest. A catlike smile crossed his face, and Chance let out a low laugh, the sound coming out rough, almost strained from simultaneous raw pleasure and exhaustion.
"It certainly was," he said, ducking his head so that he could return the kiss to his shoulder with one to Ripley's jaw, teeth grazing over his warm skin. He wasn't sure what time it was anymore, or how long they had been wrapped up in themselves in the tent, but either way, he was unbelievably satisfied with how the trip had gone so far.
"You're incredibly talented in many ways," Chance said lightly, and shifted his hand, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from the other man's face. "I hope you had a good time, too."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:10 pm
"As are you." He sighed out, content and exhausted. "I did." Ripley promised as his head lolled to the side, leaning in to press a light, lazy kiss to those panting lips. But as he parted the kiss he looked at the ceiling of the tent, freeing an arm to run his fingers through his hair, slicking it back and away from his face. "I'm glad you did, too." He was pretty sure that Chance had enjoyed himself; they both seemed to have their fair share of exhausting fun.
"I can't make a habit of this." He warned quietly after a moment of silence, his head turning again to look at the other man whose body was still half on his. The man who was almost too close to see clearly. "Just tonight." He almost felt bad, but he had no regrets on the matter. He was quite pleased with how the evening had went, as surprising as it was - but it still wasn't the same. Chance wasn't Finn, but he came close. Once back on the island, he knew he'd cave for his annoying, selfish, brat of a boyfriend.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:53 pm
"Good," said Chance, eyes glittering as he lifted a hand to briefly touch Ripley's cheek as the other leaned in to kiss him. He let it fall away after a second and propped his elbow up with his chin in his hand, just looking down at the other's flushed face, his damp hair in the relative darkness.
A small smile touched his lips, knowing and faintly amused.
"I know," he said simply. "I don't do strings attached."
Chance lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Ripley's mouth, lingering for a moment before exhaling a breath. He dropped his face to the crook of the other's neck, curling in an almost catlike way against him, and in spite of the fact that he did this sort of thing with many people without hesitation, he did actually like the idea that he could still talk to Ripley after. Most of the time his one night stands were just that - one night, never to talk again, but it seemed like here on the island, Chance had had a rather nice streak of people that he enjoyed speaking to very much.
"It was a good night," he said, already drowsy, eyes starting to fall shut. "We're friends, right?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:40 am
"Good." Ripley offered a small smile, pleased to hear that there weren't any strings. He wasn't surprised of course, as Chance seemed like a free spirit, but it was at least nice to hear. A verbal confirmation of something he had only hoped. He returned the kiss, letting it linger until the other man slipped away and curled against him.
"Yeah." He confirmed, sliding his arms around the other man, draping them lazily against the other's skin. "We are." The contact was nice, especially now that he knew that once they got home, nothing else would change. "Good ones." He added, leaning his head against Chance's as his eyes slid to a close.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 1:11 pm
Chance just made a soft noise of agreement, enjoying the feel of a pair of warm arms around him. Tomorrow they would go back to how things normally were, and he was entirely content with the idea of it - and the idea that they were apparently "good friends," though the concept was woefully unfamiliar to him. The notion that he had not just Ripley as one, but others as well - Finn and Claude, most notably - that enjoyed his company hopefully as much as he enjoyed theirs, was somehow very satisfying.
Nothing would change, and that was the best part, Chance thought, as he opened his eyes just once more, catching sight of Ripley's sleeping face. He'd collect the telescope (which was still where he'd left it, as he'd obviously been preoccupied with other things), and they'd go back to Deus, and they would still talk as they had before. A peculiar thing, but he decided he liked it very much.
"Night, Ripley," Chance mumbled, and he slanted his head up, pecked a friendly kiss to the other's cheek, and then contentedly huddled close as he finally fell into a very restful slumber.
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