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#Post#: 1393--------------------------------------------------
Finding Big Foot-Rave and chuckles -
By: Minyaagar Date: February 15, 2026, 7:48 pm
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Trip was making his way through the crowd of people with
chuckles in tow. Somehow the giant of a man managed to part
their way.. while trip felt unseen.”swear I better be able to
see who’s playing.” He said with a grumble in his tone. His
brow raised a bit at someone approaching him and hanging on him
before he pushed the guy off and sighed.”most are already drunk
too. Careful bud!” He called up to his friend with a bit of
worry.
This was an attempt to get chuckles to get out more, and see the
world.. and somehow if he could teach the guy metaphors since he
took things so litterly. The last time nearly ended with trip in
the water to ‘sleep’ with the fishes.
He also hoped he could get the guy hooked with another- figuring
if he had a boyfriend he’d be more motivated to learn
metaphors.. and how to flirt. Some lines that had been thrown
his way in past hangouts seemed to fly over his friends head- so
he hoped to somehow help with that.
---
While Chuckles didn't understand his Dwarven friend's desire to
get him out of the forest, he gave no protest in the slightest
as he was dragged off to a concert. He was looking around when
he heard Trip's complaining for Chuck to pluck his little friend
from the ground and settled him up on his shoulder so the dwarf
could see who was playing. A sea of people between them and the
stage.
-----
Even though the venue was on the smaller side, the packed out
place, yells and fans singing along to the rock sing had Rave
shaking from anxiety. Just why had he let himself get talked
into playing lead guitar tonight?
Even with his nerves, Rave's fingers flew expertly over the
intricate guitar riff, not missing a single note. The last note
reverberated as the rest of the band faded off.
"And that everybody, was the very talented Rave Masters!" The
lead singer exclaimed motioning to him.
Rave's face flushed and he ducked his head, letting his colorful
blue hair fall to his his face. Why hadn't he worn his mask
tonight? He stewed a bit over the lead singer pointing him out.
Rave blinked catching sight of a huge guy in the crowd, easily
standing a good two feet over everyone there. He didn't have
long to admire him before the next sing started and his
attention went back to the quick guitar notes.
When the concert ended, Rave collected up his guitars and tried
to head out, only to get stopped by a crazed fan that wanted
much more than an autograph.
"I don't want trouble, would you please let me by?" He asked,
mustering up forced politeness. Inside he was trying to think of
a spell that wouldn't be too flashy that might scare the jerk
off.
---
Trip felt the pluck to his large friends shoulder. His eyes went
up to the stage where music was playing. It was a hell of a
sight- though from his eye - the guitarist looked hella
uncomfortable. Once it was over he saw the guy was in
trouble.”hey chuckles- that guy needs help- “ he said pointing
to Rave who was attempting to get the guy away. He figured with
chuckles size the man would run off at least.
—fin—
The talent of the lead guitarist had Chuck mesmerized. His whole
focus on the very talented Rave leaving the stage for a frown to
come to his lips seeing the blue haired man being harassed. He
didn't need to be told twice to help.
The half giant waltzed over and gave the man a push. "He said he
don't want no trouble. Either you male way or I *make* you make
way." Chuckles growled out in threat.
----
Rave was about to unleash a leg numbing spell when the giant
from the crowd was towering over both him and his would be
assailant. the jerk glanced up, his face paling instantly and
his cocky attitude disappearing at the other's push.
"My bad! I'll go, I'll go!" The guy said raising his hands up
in surrender as he scrambled off in a rush.
Rave could only stare in shocked silence at the handsome man
that had come to his rescue. He finally adjusted the strap of
his guitars and bit into his bottom lip.
"T-thank you," he stammered out and stepped back, a look of awe
on his face as he took in the other's immense height. "W-would
you like to get coffee? So...so I can thank you?"
---
Seeing the man back off brought a smug look of satisfaction to
Chuckles's lips, his eyes going to the stammered thank you from
the blue haired man and an offer to grab coffee, getting a
confused look out of the Bigfoot.
"How.... does one grab coffee? Wouldn't it be better to drink
it?" He questioned innocently.
----
Trip who about damn near fell off chuckles shoulder when the
giant of a man went to take care of the problem.. managed to
settle down again.”chuckles he’s offering to let you drink
coffee that he will buy.” He corrected.”I’m sorry there’s a lot
of things my friend will take quite literally” he paused.”this
is Charles- being I am his friend you may hear chuckles come
out of my mouth.” Said the dwarf as he crossed his arms.
----
A look of understanding came to Chuckles when Trip explained,
"Oh, I see. Yes, coffee, when? Now?" Questioned the Bigfoot with
a smile. "It is nice to meet you, your performance on stage was
amazing," he praised.
---
“Be wise to- and whatever you do- no metaphors- I almost drowned
using one.” Trip said to sigh. “I don’t mind for now given my
friends tendencies. He gave a grin for his friends
praise.”Indeed! Was rocking out the entire time” he said.
----
Rave's face flushed at the praise from both men and ducked his
head, letting his long hair hide his face.
"Thanks...and we..we could go now. Just let me stash my guitars
in my truck," he murmured and then headed towards the back exit.
----
The half giant nodded his head when Rave agreed to going now,
long used to Trip seeming to explain the man to people. It
wasn't long before they had Rave's guitar stashed and they
walked to a nearby coffee shop that was still open.
With their orders filled, Chuck quickly realized the booths were
too small for him so he grabbed a chair to pull it up to a booth
given the tables only sat two.
----
Trip finally was let off the man’s shoulder to walk with the
group. He got in the seat and got his pumpkin spiced latte he
wanted bad enough to sip on it some. If anything he was there in
case there were any misunderstandings.. he couldn’t help but
tell that rave was attracted to his friend. “Thank you.” He had
said politely as he drank a bit more.
-+-+
Rave was quick to get his guitars in his truck and locking it
up, hoping neither of them noticed all his belongings were
inside. He relaxed a bit more once they were walking to the
coffee shop and snuck a few more looks at Charles.
The man was super tall, and super hot. And there was something
different about him than other people, something that drew him
in.
Rave paid for their ordered drinks and then headed to one of the
booths, and settled on one of the bench seats. "You're welcome,"
he replied, and eyed Charles. "So.. Charles do you go to a lot
of concerts? What do you like to do for fun?"
He took a drink of his coffee and his eyes darting around taking
in those around them. He sat his cup down and leaned in closer,
whispering.
"Are you a giant? And are you a dwarf by chance?" He asked his
eyes going between the both.
It had been awhile since he'd run into other supernatural folk
and he felt suddenly wary there might be more around.
He nervously reached up to fiddle with the feather earring
hanging from his left ear out of habit.
-fin-
A look of slight confusion came to Chuckles features at Rave's
questions. "Is... this not fun? I don't go many places, Trip
tries to... what was his wording... get me more people
experience." He tried to explain before looking to Trip when the
man asked about their races. He had been told repeatedly not to
tell people what he was.
-fin-
The dwarf choked a bit on his drink as they were asked what they
were.”i think it’s best we steer from what we are.. that is more
private talk without .. people around.” Said trip trying to
cover their asses and help chuckles.”I take him to concerts and
movies and stuff- he does mostly enjoy the outdoors. Right
chuckles?” He said with a grin.”he doesn’t really get out much,
think we met during a camping trip almost a decade and a half
ago. Been friends since then.” He said as he drank a bit more.
—fin—
"oh it is fun getting to know new people, I just wondered what
else you liked to do," Rave replied quickly.
His face flushed in embarrassment when Trip told him it would be
better not to talk about such things in public.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to make you choke on your coffee."
His eyes shifted from blue to yellow momentarily and then smiled
hearing that Charles was more into.the outdoors.
"I'm not big on crowds either, but I'm working on getting out
too. Us introverts have to work on being around more people," he
said a bit thoughtfully.
He stopped on his coffee, his eyes darting around a bit more, a
sudden wariness filling him. He could feel someone with magic
nearby and it put him on edge. Surely the warlock that he'd
shaken off a few months ago hadn't found him already.
"You guys want to go for a walk? Maybe find a spot to see the
stars?" He suggested reaching down to fiddle with one of his
protection charms on the bracelets that he was wearing.
-fin-
The hair on the back of Charles' neck stood on end at the
feeling of hostile magic nearby. A sixth sense of sorts from his
mixed blood. He didn't even hear what they said, getting to his
feet when the feeling urging him to get the two with him to
safety became dire.
"Stars? I can do stars." He agreed before the two out of their
seats and heading towards the door. He lookedaround quite
paranoid until they were outside. "Trip... we have got
company... I can smell the magic...." He warned as he put
protective arms around Rave, not knowing the man's skill he felt
a deep urge to protect the man. Trip he knew could handle
himself.
-fin-
Trip chuckled as he nodded. He noticed how chuckles was acting
different to keep an eye out.”just stay at the ready.” He told
him.”alright rocker- got someone after you? I can tell from how
you’re fiddling with that protective charm.. Titania made me a
few a ways back when I started the bodyguard job..” he said as
he walked.
—fin—
Rave was a bit surprised by Charles suddenly standing and
getting a wary look in his eyes. Could this guy feel magic as
well?
He was quick to get up himself and flushed a bit when he felt
Charles' arms protectively going around him. His eyes widening
at the talk man saying he smelled bad magic.
His eyes widened further when the dwarf asked if someone was
after him and proceeded to mention his magic charms he had been
fiddling with.
"Yeah, this psycho warlock has been hunting me for awhile. I've
been able to keep ahead of him until now," he said before
reaching up to touch one of his tattoos and mutter a spell under
his breath.
He tugged Charles and led him and Trip down a back street out of
sight of other people. Once there he created a mirror copy of
himself and sent it off in another direction to draw the warlock
away from them and then dampened his magic so the warlock
couldn't trace him.
"I'm one of the last shaman of my tribe," he explained. "This
warlock has made it his mission in life to wipe all of us
out..I'm not really sure why. Not that I want to get close
enough to find out," he sighed.
"Sorry for dragging you both into this. It -wasn't my intention
at all."
-fin-
(End of this bit)
#Post#: 1394--------------------------------------------------
Re: Finding Big Foot-Rave and chuckles -
By: Minyaagar Date: February 15, 2026, 8:00 pm
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BLES Universe chuckles and Rave rp
Rave lingered near the edge of the bar, fingers drumming
restlessly against his guitar strap. His eyes flicked again
toward the towering drummer—impossible to miss, a mountain of a
man whose calm presence seemed to ripple through the noisy crowd
like an anchor.
Alright, come on, he muttered to himself, exhaling slow. You’ve
already played. They liked it. You can do this. Just walk over.
Say hi. Normal people do that all the time.
He rolled his shoulders once, trying to shake off the heaviness
that came with being noticed, then ducked his head and began
threading his way through the press of bodies. The crowd seemed
to fold around him, voices blurring as he kept his focus on that
unmistakable figure.
When he reached the drummer, he hesitated for half a breath,
then cleared his throat. “Uh—hey. Name’s Rave.” His voice was
softer than he meant, but steady. “I, um… heard you play.
Well—not tonight, but… I heard about you.” He gave an awkward
little smile, eyes flicking up then back down.
“I’m looking to join a band,” he said finally, words tumbling
out in a rush. “Not sure if you’re already in one, but—if you’re
not—I think you’d be a good fit. They’re starting something
new.” He nodded toward where Lucinda and Adara were sitting,
then scratched the back of his neck. “And, uh… I’ve got electric
and bass. Figured, maybe…”
His voice trailed off for a moment.
Rave’s hand tightened briefly on the strap of his guitar as his
words trailed off. He shifted his weight from one boot to the
other, eyes flicking up to meet the drummer’s just for a
heartbeat before darting away again.
“…you might be interested in joining?” he added in a lower
voice, almost conspiratorial, as if he didn’t want to jinx the
question by saying it too loud.
The words hung there, fragile but genuine—an invitation offered
with more courage than confidence, a thread stretched between
them in the crowded room.
--Fin--
-
The towering man blinked down at Rave, arms crossed over his
broad chest. For a long moment, he said nothing—just studying
the smaller figure with the kind of steady patience that made
silence feel heavier than words.
Finally, his voice rumbled low, matter-of-fact.
“Name’s Charles. Friends call me Chuckles. Not entirely sure
why, though.”
He tilted his head, eyes flicking toward the guitar slung across
Rave’s back before glancing at the bar where Lucinda and Adara
sat watching.
“You said I’d fit.” His brow furrowed as though working through
a puzzle. “Fit what? I’m big. I don’t fit most places. Doors.
Chairs. Beds.”
The words landed flat, without a trace of humor—he was dead
serious.
Then he shrugged, a small almost-smile tugging at his mouth.
“But if you mean drums, yeah. I play. Been hitting things since
I could hold sticks. Trees, mostly. Pots. Actual kit, once I
found one.”
His gaze steadied on Rave again, unreadable but not unkind. “I’m
not in a band. Never have been. People say I play too loud.” A
pause, shoulders lifting slightly. “You want loud or steady? I
can do both. Just… not at the same time. Tried once. Sounded
wrong.”
-fin-
Rave blinked up at him, taken aback. Chuckles’ voice rumbled
like an engine idling too low, and his blunt way of speaking
didn’t exactly make things easier. For a second, Rave just stood
there, mouth parting then shutting again, like he wasn’t sure
where to even start.
Finally, he huffed out a small laugh under his breath, brushing
his hair back from his face. “Uh… yeah. I meant fit as in drums.
Not… furniture.” His tone was careful, not mocking, more like he
was adjusting to a rhythm he hadn’t heard before. “And loud?
Loud can be good. Depends on the song. Steady’s good too.
Honestly, sounds like we could use both.”
He shifted his guitar strap, eyes flicking up at the taller man
with a mixture of curiosity and unease. “Never really met anyone
who… talks like you,” he admitted after a beat. “It’s different.
But not bad.” His lips twitched, uncertain if he should smile.
“Guess it makes sense for someone named Chuckles.”
The silence stretched again, but this time Rave didn’t back away
from it. He cleared his throat, pushing himself to keep going.
“Look… we’re just starting out. No promises, no big gigs yet.
But we’ve got a singer, and now maybe a guitarist and a drummer.
That’s something. So… if you’re interested, we could jam. See if
it works.”
He glanced back at the bar, where Lucinda and Adara were still
watching, then back at Chuckles. “And for the record? I don’t
think you play too loud. Sometimes the world just needs to hear
it.”
Rave shifted again, chewing on the inside of his cheek as if
weighing something. Chuckles’ steady stare wasn’t unfriendly,
but it was intense enough to make him want to choose his words
carefully.
“Uh… hey,” he started, his voice quieter but more deliberate
this time, “are you hungry?” He let the question hang for a
beat, then added quickly, “I mean, like… do you want to go grab
something to eat? Together. Just—food. Talking. Getting to know
each other.”
He glanced toward the front windows, where the glow of the
diner’s neon sign pulsed against the night. “There’s a place
right across the street. Easy. No pressure.” His lips quirked in
a half-smile, a little nervous but earnest.
For once, he forced himself not to fidget, keeping his gaze
steady. “Figured… if we’re gonna play together, might be good to
start with something simple. Like a meal.”
--Fin--
Chuckles tilted his head, studying Rave with the same puzzled
intensity he might give a strange bird in the woods. The
question seemed simple enough, but his brow furrowed like he was
trying to find the trick hidden inside it.
“Dinner?” he repeated, voice low and slow. “With me?”
For a long moment, silence stretched. His arms stayed folded
across his chest, gaze steady, as if waiting for Rave to explain
the rules of this strange new invitation. Finally, he gave a
small grunt, not unfriendly, more like he’d reached a
conclusion—wrong or right.
“A meal sounds nice. I like food. But… why with me?” His brow
creased, genuine confusion in his tone. “People don’t usually
ask me that. They just… eat and leave.”
He let the thought hang before shrugging those massive
shoulders. “But sure. I’ll have dinner with you.” Something
flickered in his expression then, the faintest glimmer of
curiosity. “Want to see what kind of person invites a stranger
to share food.”
His gaze shifted briefly toward Lucinda and Adara, then back to
Rave. “And the band… I’ll play. If you’ll have me. Not in one
now. Haven’t been in one ever, really.” His mouth tugged faintly
at the corner, almost a smile. “Could be… good.”
-fin-
Rave blinked up at him, caught off guard by the bluntness of the
question. Why with me? It rattled around in his head for a beat
before he realized Chuckles genuinely wanted an answer.
“Yeah… dinner with you,” he said, nodding quickly, as though
reaffirming his own words. His hand tightened on his guitar
strap, then loosened as he exhaled. “Why? Because you’re
interesting. And because… if we’re gonna try this band thing,
I’d rather know who I’m playing with. Music’s… personal. Kinda
like letting people read your diary out loud.”
He gave a short, awkward laugh, brushing his hair back from his
face. “And honestly? You don’t seem like the type to just ‘eat
and leave.’ You look like the type who’d actually listen.”
His shoulders dropped a little, tension easing. “So yeah. I’d
like that. Food. Talking. See if we click.” He tilted his head,
offering a faint, crooked smile. “And as for the band? If you
want in, then you’re in. Everyone says the best drummers are
loud, anyway.”
He gestured lightly toward the diner’s glowing neon across the
street. “C’mon. My treat. I promise it’s nothing
complicated—just greasy fries and burnt coffee. But it’s a
start.”
--Fin--
Chuckles rose without hesitation, falling into step beside Rave
like it was the most natural thing in the world. No protest, no
fuss—just a quiet acceptance, his long stride making it easy to
keep pace.
The diner’s neon sign buzzed faintly overhead, casting a tired
pink glow across the cracked sidewalk. Inside, the air was thick
with the smell of fried grease, burnt coffee, and syrup that
never quite left the air no matter how much bleach was used. The
clatter of plates and the distant hum of a jukebox mixed with
the low murmur of late-night regulars.
Chuckles slid into the booth across from Rave, the vinyl
creaking under his size as if the seat itself had to make room.
He picked up the menu, studied it for all of three seconds, then
set it down flat without another glance.
“Burger. Fries. Coffee,” he said simply, like reciting a fact
carved in stone.
When the waitress scribbled the order without a blink and
shuffled away, he leaned his forearms against the table. The
overhead light caught in his eyes, steady and unblinking, as he
fixed them on Rave.
“You said you wanted to know me.” His voice was low, almost a
rumble, each word clipped clean. Then, a beat of silence before
he added, “Ask.”
There was no edge to it, no impatience. Just blunt permission,
given plainly. A man of few words, yes—but the ones he offered
sat heavy, like iron placed on the table between them.
-fin-
Rave cleared his throat softly when the waitress turned to him,
brushing a strand of blue hair back from his face. “Uh… just
coffee. And fries, please,” he said, his tone polite but
subdued, like he was still getting used to the idea of being
noticed.
When she left, his fingers drummed lightly against the edge of
the table, trying to find a rhythm in the silence Chuckles left
behind. Ask, the man had said, like it was the simplest thing in
the world.
Rave blinked, gathering his thoughts, then leaned forward
slightly. “So… do you come here a lot? Or was tonight just…
convenience?” It came out tentative, a safe place to start.
He gave a faint half-smile, as though reassuring himself he
wasn’t screwing this up. “What about music? You said you’ve been
hitting things since you could hold sticks. Did you ever teach
yourself, or… just play until it sounded right?”
The words tumbled out in a small rush, then he caught himself,
quieting again. His gaze flicked toward Chuckles, steady but
shy. After a pause, he asked the question that felt heavier,
more personal.
“Where’d you grow up?” he murmured, voice softer now, almost
careful. “I mean… a guy like you—hard to picture just blending
in anywhere.”
--Fin--
Chuckles didn’t hesitate when Rave’s first question landed, his
answer coming blunt and clean.
“I go all kinds of places. Usually wherever Trip feels like
going that night—he’s… a friend.” There was a pause there, not
long, but heavy enough to hint at just how much weight that word
carried for him. “Or work takes me. Bodyguard jobs, mostly.
Guess I look the part. People see me and think ‘intimidating.’”
His tone stayed flat, but there was no complaint in it—just a
matter-of-fact truth.
At the next question, his eyes flicked toward the window as
though the answer were just sitting there, waiting. “Just played
till it sounded right,” he said simply, then added after a beat,
“Suppose that makes me self-taught. Didn’t have a teacher,
didn’t want one. Just sticks, noise, and time.”
But the last question made him still, his fork resting against
the table. For a moment, there was only silence, the hum of the
diner filling the space instead. When he spoke again, his words
were clipped, precise—like he’d rehearsed them once before.
“I grew up in the forest.” He left it at that, no embellishment,
no detail. His expression didn’t shift, but the brief tension in
his shoulders betrayed that it wasn’t the whole truth. Trip’s
voice was there in his head, reminding him: keep it simple, keep
it clean.
Then he met Rave’s eyes, unflinching, and asked with a strange
sort of bluntness that almost felt like concern: “That answer
good enough for you?”
-fin-
Rave blinked at the blunt question, then shook his head, a small
smile softening his features. “Yeah. It’s good enough. You don’t
owe me more than you want to share,” he said quietly. “I just…
wanted to know the guy I’m asking to play music with. Doesn’t
feel right if I’m the only one talking.”
He leaned back a little as the waitress set down his coffee and
fries, wrapping both hands around the mug like it grounded him.
“Forest makes sense, though. Explains the way you carry
yourself. Like you’re still listening to something out there,
even here.” There was no teasing in his voice—just respect,
quiet and steady.
He let a beat pass, then offered up his own story in return.
“Me? I grew up wandering. All kinds of places, never really
stayed in one spot too long.” He paused, brushing his thumb
along the rim of the cup. “Before that… I was raised on a Navajo
reservation for a while. Still feels more like home than
anywhere else I’ve been since.”
A faint smile ghosted over his lips. “I prefer nature myself,
but it’s been a long time since I’ve really been in it. City
life gets in the way, you know? Concrete doesn’t have the same
kind of music as trees.”
His eyes flicked back up to meet Chuckles’, steady but open. “I
don’t wanna make this feel like an interrogation. Just
figured—sharing makes the food taste better.”
--Fin--
Chuckles took a fry from the basket, holding it for a long
moment like he was deciding if it was worth the bite.
Eventually, he crunched it down, nodding once.
“You talk a lot,” he said matter-of-fact, but there was no edge
to it—just an observation. His deep voice rumbled low as he
added, “Not bad. Just… more than me.”
He drummed his fingers lightly against the table—offbeat, heavy,
like distant thunder—before continuing. “Trip says that’s how
people work. You share, you learn. Guess he’s right. And now I
know you like trees better than concrete.”
The mention of the reservation drew a flicker of something in
his steady gaze, and he gave a slow nod. “Makes sense. Home
sticks, even if you leave it. Forest does that too. You hear the
wind once, you remember it forever.”
Chuckles leaned back in the booth, shoulders crowding the space,
but his attention stayed fixed on Rave. “You don’t have to worry
about interrogating me. If you ask, I’ll answer. I don’t mind.”
Another pause, another fry. Then he added simply, “And music? I
don’t think it cares where you grow up. Just whether you play it
honest.”
He gave a rare small smile, quick but real, before turning his
attention back to the menu like that was the end of it.
-fin-
Rave listened quietly, chin propped on his hand as Chuckles’
words settled between them like heavy stones—steady, deliberate.
The offbeat rhythm of his drumming fingers caught Rave’s ear,
and he found himself smiling faintly. Even his silences have a
beat, he thought.
The quick smile Chuckles gave tugged something warm in Rave’s
chest, and for a moment he just sat there, letting it sink in.
Then his gaze drifted to the dwindling basket of fries between
them, then up to the sheer size of the man across the booth.
“…Hey,” Rave said softly, brow quirking. “You, uh… want another
burger? Or two?” He leaned back a little, lips twitching into a
crooked smile. “No offense, but I’m guessing one isn’t gonna cut
it for a guy your size.”
He shrugged lightly, trying to keep the offer casual, not
pitying. “I don’t mind covering it. Honest. You’re not the only
one who thinks food’s better when you share.”
For once, his voice carried a playful note. “Besides, I’d rather
see you full than watch you fight the urge to eat the table.”
“And, uh… I don’t actually talk to a lot of people. Not really
my thing. But…” His gaze lifted, meeting Chuckles’ steadily for
once. “I like talking to you.”
The words came out quiet, unpolished, but true.
--Fin--
Chuckles studied Rave for a long beat, then gave a small,
decisive nod.
“Two more burgers would help,” he said. “Three if they are the
thin kind.” A pause. “I will not eat the table. Wood splinters.
Bad idea.”
He lifted a hand to catch the waitress’ eye, then looked back at
Rave. The corners of his mouth tipped up—barely there, but warm.
“Sharing food is good. Trip says it means you plan to see the
person again.” He thought for a second, then added, plain as
stone: “I plan to see you again.”
When the waitress came over, he ordered without fuss: “Two
burgers. One extra fries. Another coffee for him.” He pointed
gently at Rave, then sat back, shoulders easing as if the
decision had settled something inside him.
“I like talking to you,” he said after a moment. “You do not
twist your words. You say them how they are. Easy to follow.”
His gaze held steady. “You also look at me like I am a person,
not a… big thing.”
He tapped his chest once, puzzled, as if testing a bruise that
didn’t hurt. “I feel warm here when you talk. Not from food.
Different. Trip would call it liking.” He considered. “I like
you. A lot. I do not know the steps after that. You can tell
me.”
Another beat, thoughtful rather than shy. “I will join the band
if Lucinda says yes. I can be loud or steady. You point, I do
it. If too loud, make this sign—” He traced a small circle in
the air. “I will go down.”
He glanced at the guitar case leaning by the booth. “After we
eat, I will carry your guitar. I will walk you home. Streets
have hunters sometimes. I am good at making hunters change their
minds.” Not a threat; just a fact.
He looked back to Rave, eyes steady, curious. “Tomorrow—same
place? Or the garage your friend knows? I can bring sticks. And
money, for my turn to pay.” A tiny smile tugged again. “Trip
says that is polite.”
The coffee arrived; he nudged it toward Rave with a careful
hand. “Eat with me,” he said, soft and sure. “Then we make a
plan.”
-fin-
Rave blinked at the matter-of-fact confession, his throat
working around a swallow as heat rushed up his neck. I like you.
A lot. The words replayed in his head, blunt as a hammer and
just as effective.
He ducked his head, brushing his hair forward to try and hide
the way his face was turning crimson. “Y-yeah, um…” His voice
cracked, and he cleared his throat, fumbling. “That’s… wow. You
don’t hold back, do you?” A nervous laugh slipped out, soft and
sheepish.
He glanced up just long enough to meet Chuckles’ steady eyes,
then dropped his gaze to the table again, cheeks burning. “I—I’m
drawn to you too,” he admitted, words quiet but honest. “Kinda
surprised me. Still does. But… I like it.”
His hands curled around the coffee cup Chuckles had nudged his
way, holding it like an anchor. After a sip, he tried to regain
some composure. “Trip… sounds like a good friend,” he said
carefully. “You talk about him like he gets you. That’s…
important.” He smiled faintly, still flushed. “Glad you’ve got
someone like that in your corner.”
The mention of tomorrow gave him something safer to hold onto,
and his lips curved into a small grin. “Yeah. Tomorrow. I’ll be
there. Here, or the garage—either works. I’ll bring my guitar,
you bring the sticks.”
Then, after a hesitant beat, he leaned forward slightly, his
voice lowering. “…So, uh… does this count as a first date?
Because if it does…” His blush deepened, ears red now. “…I
wouldn’t mind planning a second one.”
Rave’s blush hadn’t quite faded when another piece of Chuckles’
words sank in. Streets have hunters sometimes. His fingers
stilled around his coffee cup, grip tightening just a fraction
as his heartbeat quickened.
He forced himself to sound casual, though the edge in his voice
betrayed him. “Hunters? What do you mean by that?” His eyes
flicked briefly toward the window, scanning the neon-lit street
outside as though half-expecting to see a shadow waiting there.
For a moment, his mind flashed to the warlock who’d been trying
to track him down, that cold presence always hovering at the
edges of his awareness. He swallowed hard, forcing the thought
away before it could settle.
Turning back, he met Chuckles’ steady gaze, his voice quieter
now. “Are we talking, like… normal creeps? Or something else?”
He tried to play it off with a crooked half-smile, but his pulse
betrayed him, thudding harder in his chest. “Just asking so I
know what kind of… loud or steady I’d need from you.”
--Fin--
Trip stood at the bar, realizing with a jolt that his friend had
vanished. Panic surged through him.
"Yo, Chuckles! Where are you?" he called out, his voice cutting
through the ambient noise. Given Chuckles' towering presence, it
shouldn't have been hard to spot him.
Scanning the room, Trip noticed a lingering group nearby. He
approached them, his concern evident.
"Have you seen a guy who's, like, eight feet tall?" he asked
bluntly.
A woman in the group chuckled. "Oh? Totally. He left with that
sexy guitarist," she replied, her laughter underscoring the
casual remark. Trip's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Could it be? Had Chuckles managed to strike up a conversation
without him?
Just then, a bouncer subtly gestured toward a restaurant across
the street. Trip's gaze followed, spotting the familiar figure.
Without hesitation, he rushed over.
Bursting into the booth, he exclaimed, "Chuckles! I told you not
to wander off without telling me! You made me worry! Friends
tell friends where they're going."
His voice overflowed with relief, the earlier panic now
dissipating in the warmth of reunion.
—fin—-
Chuckles went very still at the word.
“Date,” he repeated, testing it like a tool in his hand. His
brow knit. “I don’t… know what that is.”
He glanced at the window, then back to Rave. “Is it… a time we
choose to be together and look only at each other? Eat. Talk.
Walk. No one else first.” A small, tentative nod. “If that’s a
date, then yes. This is one. I like it.”
Rave’s question about hunters pulled his gaze to the glass
again. He set his forearm along the table edge between Rave and
the street.
“Both,” he said. “Normal creeps. And other things. Some hunt
noise. Some hunt glow.” His eyes settled on Rave. “You glow. I
noticed.”
He nudged the last fries toward Rave. “I’m fine. No more food.”
Trip burst in. Chuckles straightened, then eased.
“Rule noted,” he rumbled to Trip. “Sorry. I could see the door.
Forgot you couldn’t see me.”
He gestured between them. “Trip, this is Rave. Guitar. We play
tomorrow.” Back to Rave: “Trip watches corners I miss.”
He folded his hands, voice low and simple. “I’ll walk you after.
If hunters come, I’m loud. If we leave, I’m steady. You say
which.”
A small, almost shy tilt tugged at his mouth. “I like you. A
lot. If ‘second date’ means more time like this… yes.” He
blinked once, earnest. “You teach me the rules. I’ll learn
fast.”
-fin-
Rave nearly jumped out of his skin when the booth jolted with
Trip’s sudden arrival. His pulse spiked, and before he could
stop it, a soft shimmer of blue rippled over his hands—like
starlight caught in water.
His breath caught. Not here. Not now.
He jerked his hands down under the table, curling them tight
against his knees until the glow sputtered out. A nervous laugh
slipped through his throat, too thin to sound convincing. “Y-you
weren’t kidding about loud entrances,” he muttered, eyes
flicking between Trip and Chuckles, heat rushing to his face.
It took him a moment to steady himself, but when he did, his
gaze returned to Chuckles. His words—You glow. I
noticed—lingered, making Rave’s chest tighten in a way that was
both unsettling and oddly comforting.
“Guess I’ll have to trust you to handle the hunters then,” he
said softly, half a smile tugging at his lips. “Loud or steady,
you pick. You see what I can’t.”
He risked a glance at Trip, still flushed, but more composed
now. “Good to meet you. And… thanks, for watching his corners.
Looks like he does the same for you.”
His eyes drifted back to Chuckles, expression softer now. “And,
uh… yeah. Second date sounds good. I’ll try to teach you the
rules… though, full disclosure, I’m kinda still learning them
myself.”
His foot tapped nervously under the table, but his voice was
steadier when he added, “Guess that means we’ll figure it out
together.”
--Fin--
Trip exhaled sharply, a hurried breath escaping almost
reflexively. He chuckled an apology, his words trailing off
about walking his companion home.
Then it slipped out—"Second date." His jaw slowly slackened in
shock. Was he witnessing his friend evolving into something more
than he'd realized?
"Well, it seems Chuckles is doing well so far," he remarked,
crossing his arms slightly. "And here I was, worried."
“Play tomorrow?” Trip questioned out of curiosity. “Just what
did I miss?” He asked in the most honest way.
—fin—
Chuckles didn’t flinch at the shimmer of blue. He’d seen
it—hell, he’d felt the way the air shifted when it rippled out
of Rave—but he didn’t react like most would. No sharp inhale, no
wide-eyed stare. Just a small, steady smile, the kind that said
I noticed, and it’s okay.
He shifted slightly, enough so his shoulder brushed Rave’s under
the table, grounding. “Steady’s my style,” he said, voice quiet,
low enough that it hummed against the storm of noise around
them. “Loud’s Trip’s department. I’ll take corners and hunters
over rattling the walls any day.”
Trip’s teasing earned him a sidelong glance, half amused, half
warning. “Second date means I did something right,” he drawled,
though the faint lift at the corner of his mouth betrayed how
much weight he gave those words. “As for tomorrow—I... joined a
band.... I’ll fill you in later....”
Then his gaze settled back on Rave, warmer now, unhurried.
“Learning the rules together doesn’t sound like a bad deal to
me. We’ll figure it out, one move at a time.”
-fin-
Rave’s ears burned hotter the moment Trip said second date. His
head jerked up, wide-eyed, then he ducked his gaze again, hair
sliding forward like a curtain. “Y-you weren’t supposed to hear
that part,” he mumbled, the tips of his fingers curling around
his mug.
But then he caught the teasing edge in Trip’s voice and huffed
out a shaky laugh. “Guess you didn’t miss much, just… me
embarrassing myself.” He glanced up briefly, a flicker of a grin
tugging at his mouth. “And, uh… Chuckles not letting me.”
His chest loosened at the brush of Chuckles’ shoulder under the
table, that quiet grounding working better than any words. He
tilted his head just enough to peek at him, the warmth in his
gaze betraying how much that small gesture meant.
“Yeah,” he said softly, voice steadying. “Steady sounds good.
Better than loud, honestly. I’ve had enough walls rattled at me
for a lifetime.” His hand twitched under the table, like it
wanted to move toward Chuckles but wasn’t sure if it was allowed
yet.
Turning back toward Trip, he smirked faintly, trying for a
little bravado of his own. “So, tomorrow? First unofficial band
practice. You might as well come if you’re gonna keep giving him
crap for… y’know.” His ears went pink again, but this time he
didn’t hide the small smile that followed.
Finally, his eyes slid back to Chuckles, his voice quiet but
firm. “One move at a time. I can do that. As long as it’s with
you.”
--Fin--
Trip leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes glinting with
the same mix of mischief and warmth he always carried. He shot
Chuckles a look, the kind that said *'Yeah, you're in for it
now,'* before turning his attention back to Rave.
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound that rumbled in his chest.
“Oh, I didn’t miss much, huh? Yeah, sure. Nothing says ‘I’m not
embarrassed’ like the way you’re practically blushing yourself
into the next room.” He wagged his fingers in the air, teasing
the air around Rave with a mock-serious wiggle. “But hey, I’ll
let it slide. Second date’s a big deal. Not that I’m saying
Chuckles here has *done* anything right yet, but…”
He flashed a grin at Chuckles, letting the words hang, but his
gaze softened quickly as he looked back at Rave. “You two?
You’ve got something, though. I can see that.”
He leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping to a more
serious tone. “As for tomorrow—yeah, I’ll come, but only if you
promise not to let Chuckles get all ‘silent, steady, cool’ on me
while you two try to figure out *what* exactly you're doing with
a band, alright?” He shot Chuckles a quick, playful glare.
“Gotta make sure someone’s keeping things interesting. Wouldn’t
want the practice to get all... *monotone*.”
Trip turned his focus back to Rave, though, the teasing in his
eyes fading a little. “But really—unofficial band practice, huh?
Sounds like a decent start. Just don’t go overthinking it.
Chuckles here might be steady, but he’s got a hell of a knack
for taking his time. You’ll figure it out. One move at a time.”
He sat back, crossing his arms again, and gave them both a
lopsided grin. “But yeah, when you two decide to go make
music—or whatever it is that happens in a ‘band’—I’ll be there.
Maybe even bring some of my… *colorful* suggestions. Just to
keep things spicy.”
—fin—
Chuckles lets Trip’s jab slide with a small, crooked smile, then
leans his shoulder back into Rave’s—solid, deliberate.
“Second date heard,” he says, voice low enough to settle nerves.
“And no—you didn’t embarrass yourself. I liked hearing it.”
His thumb taps once against Rave’s knee under the table, a quiet
check-in. “One move at a time. I’m good at steady.”
He tips his chin at Trip. “You can come tomorrow. Heckle after
we tune, not before. Bring ‘colorful,’ don’t knock over the
mics.”
Back to Rave, softer: “I don’t text. Trip will send you the
address.” A beat. “I’ll call you later, tell you what door. Meet
me there; we walk in together if loud gets… loud. We do exits,
not escapes.”
He slides a napkin over, blocky handwriting already on it—time,
cross-street, a little star. “Backup plan. In case I miss your
call.”
Then, just for Rave: “You’re not ‘too much’ when you glow.
You’re you. I’ll keep pace.”
A glance to Trip, wry. “Anyone rattles walls at him tomorrow?
They try me first.”
Back to Rave again, a faint smile. “After practice, I walk you
home. Tea, roof, or stars—your call.”
-fin-
Rave blinked down at the napkin slid his way, his fingers
brushing over the rough ink. A little star. His chest
tightened—somehow that small, blocky scrawl felt more reliable
than a dozen promises. He tucked it carefully into his pocket,
as if it were worth more than gold.
Chuckles’ thumb against his knee steadied him, the quiet
reassurance pulling the heat out of his nerves. He let out a
breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, lips curving into a
small smile. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Steady works. Exits, not
escapes. Got it.” His voice carried a soft note of gratitude,
meant for Chuckles alone.
Then he turned his attention toward Trip, one brow quirking as
his blush finally gave way to a grin. “Alright, you’ve got me
curious now—just how colorful can you be? ‘Cause if it’s just
heckling and bad jokes, I think I can handle it.” He leaned
back, the faintest bit of confidence shining through. “But if
you show up in sequins or start doing interpretive dance
mid-song, I’m not responsible for laughing.”
He smirked, tilting his head. “Guess I’ll find out tomorrow.”
His gaze slid back toward Chuckles then, softer, almost shy
again. “And… yeah. Walking home after, under the stars?” He gave
a small nod, the smile tugging deeper. “That’s my call.”
But as his hand dropped to his lap, the smile dimmed just
slightly. He glanced down at the table, voice quieter now.
“Just… don’t follow me all the way home, alright? I—uh—I’ll meet
you halfway.” His pulse quickened, cheeks heating again, though
this time not from shyness. He didn’t want either of them to see
the truth. The car parked three blocks over, stuffed with his
clothes and gear, wasn’t the kind of home you invited someone
to.
He forced the smile back onto his lips, glancing between them.
“Tomorrow’s enough. One move at a time.”
-fin
Trip snorted, shaking his head with a crooked grin. “Man,
sequins? Nah, I’m *so* not a sequins kind of guy. That’s more
your speed if we’re being honest.” He shot Rave a teasing look,
eyes gleaming with mischief. “But jokes? Oh, *hell yeah*. Those
I’ve got in spades. Bad ones, worse ones—some so awful they loop
back around to genius.”
He leaned an elbow on the table, tilting his head slightly. “So
yeah, expect a little color, just… not the sparkly kind. I’m
more of a ‘sly comment from side stage’ type than ‘interpretive
dance mid-song.’ Unless the spirit or a certain woman *really*
moves me.” He paused, then added with a playful smirk, “But no
promises if the lighting’s dramatic.”
“We don’t mind going the whole way- but it’s really up to you
big guy if you want to walk him all the way or not.” Said trip.
He gave Chuckles a nudge with his foot under the table, casual
and friendly. “Still gonna keep it chill though—promise.
Heckling *after* tuning. I’m not a *monster*.”
-fin-
Chuckles had already given Trip the whole story on joining the
band in five words: “He asked. I said yes.”
When Adara crossed over with the coffee caddy, he accepted a cup
with a short nod. No donuts—she kept the box. He tipped the lid
tab back, then reached the second cup toward Rave, sleeve turned
to fit his grip.
“Thanks,” he said—quiet, steady.
He rapped the truck’s roof twice for Trip, then lifted two
fingers to Adara and Lulu: fall in behind. One small point down
the lane—straight shot, no sudden turns.
Seatbelt clicked. He slid the seat rail back, checked
mirrors—left, right, rear—twice. Trip pulled out. Chuckles
watched the convoy settle in the pocket he’d asked for, then
faced forward and rode silent.
He braced the coffee between his knees over the rough patches,
eyes working corners, storefront glass, cross streets. At a long
red, he tapped the door once—habit, not nerves—and nudged Rave’s
elbow with the rim of the cup.
“You’re good,” he murmured.
The route bent quiet. He signaled early for Trip, tapped the
dash—arrival. As the truck nosed to the curb outside a
warehouse, Chuckles lifted a palm through the open window to
hold the car behind where it was.
“Pickup,” he said simply. Then he went still again, watching the
door and the street, silent as stone until Trip’s friend
appeared.
-fin-
Trip grinned as he saw his fiancée approaching. "Hey,
beautiful," he greeted warmly upon seeing Titania.
"Rave, this is my fiancée, Titania. Titania, this is Rave—the
one I told you about last night," he introduced smoothly. As
soon as the car behind them moved ahead, he began to pull away
to follow it.
—fin—
#Post#: 1629--------------------------------------------------
Re: Finding Big Foot-Rave and chuckles -
By: Minyaagar Date: February 23, 2026, 11:43 pm
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(((excerpt from Rave and Chuckles 1x1)))
It took Rave more than a month on the road to realize that
Chuckles was a bit oblivious to his interest. It took Trip and
Titania sitting him down and telling him that the man wasn't the
type to take flirting and lustful looks as signs of interest.
The reserved Chuckles needed something more obvious and bold.
Like Rave actually saying he was interested in more..or asking
him on a date.
He finally got up the courage to approach the giant like man and
tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.
"Uh..Chuckles? I want to take you out. On a date. I have
tomorrow night free, if you'd like to go. I wasn't sure if you
had anything planned or not, it's supposed to be your night off.
I understand if you'd rather have time away from me, YOu've been
stuck with me for awhile now,"
----
"I am free, I don't mind spending time with you... though I
don't know what a date is." Chuckles answered after looking down
at Rave and giving him a quizzical look. He had only ever seen a
few courtship in his life, those were far from how more
civilized being did things and those bonds were usually made
with the goal of babies. He had never considered a man as an
option up to this point.
He had grown fascinated with the magical man and had grown a
deep affection for the man that could easily be stoked into
more.
-----
Rave blinked, a bit shocked that dating wasn't in the man's
vocabulary. This was definitely new for Rave to explain so much,
though he didn't mind.
"Well...dating is a more relaxed version of courting. Kind of
like...pre courting. so you spend time with the person you're
interested in, finding out what they like, getting to know their
dislikes and seeing how well you get along. If you mesh well and
want more, you go further, maybe even go steady. Then see if you
fit together physically or not. If that goes well, you can
either become a couple officially by marriage, or just choose to
be together without marriage." Rave explained as best as he
could.
"Some sex, like two men, or two women is more for the pleasure
and closeness than having kids,"
"so...what would you like to do? Maybe we could go on a hike and
have a picnic? Would you like that?"
-----
Rave's explanation didn't do much to clear up the subject in.
"Don't we... do all of those things besides mating anyways? I
already know a lot of the things you like and dislike, we
already get along. We have been doing that part since we met.
Wouldn't we be on the part to go farther and go... whatever you
mean by steady? Why not cut out the frills?" The half giant half
Bigfoot being questioned.
"A hike into the forest and a picnic sounds nice and quiet.
Maybe we can see if we fit together, whatever you mean by that."
The massive man suggested with a shrug.
----
Chuckles reasoning was accurate, they'd spent a lot of time
together since he'd joined the band.
Rave felt his face heat up and was sure it was super red when
Chuckles suggested they go steady and then see if they fit
together.
His eyes looked over the giant man, imagining just how big
Chuckles was. "Uh...yeah we could. Just gotta prepare myself a
bit for that. Sex that is," he added, so Chuckles knew what he
was talking about. "Just uh, don't feel like we have to have sex
if you don't feel like it. We can take our time, work up to it
slower,"
----
"Prepare yourself?" Chuck questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"I've never courted before, so this will be new to me.... I have
been wanting to try something..." He mused bending down as he
cupped Rave's chin, tilting it up as he kissed him deeply,
pulling away with a thoughtful expression. "Mmmm that must be
why Trip and Tia enjoy it so much...." He said with a noise that
said he had gained a new understanding of humans.
-----
Rave was starting to get almost beet colored from the man's
innocent questions. "Well..I like to bottom, and you're kind of
big. To get your huge cock inside of me, that's going to take
some work. I don't think you'd want to hurt me," Rave explained,
grateful that they didn't have an audience for this discussion.
He cocked his head to the side when Chuckles mentioned wanting
to try something. Rave went still at the touch to his face and
then the man's lips that were covering his .
He practically melted into a puddle from the deep intense kiss,
feeling quite turned on and even more lustful than before. He
blinked staring up at Chuckles as the man spoke about Trip and
Titania enjoying kissing.
"That's not the only thing they enjoy, all those sounds they
make before she gets up the silencing charm..that's them getting
busy. Kind of what I'm feeling like going right now," he said in
a much lower lustful tone, one Chuckles hadn't heard before.
Rave pushed the huge man back onto the couch and then climbed
into the other's lap, sitting on top of him and stealing a kiss,
as his hands pulled Chuckles shirt up so he could slide his
hands up the other's bare skin.
-----
A look of concern crossed Cluckles' features when the man
mentioned he could get hurt. The wild man was going to ask what
Rave meant by get busy, why he was mentioning roosters, but it
seemed the man was intent on showing.
Chuck was impressed with how easily the bassist was able to push
him down onto the couch before the much smaller man climbed into
his lap to capture his lips into another amazing kiss. Even
without knowledge of exactly what to do, the monument of a man's
body reacted to Rave's actions. The hands going up his shirt
combined with the kissing was causing him to become *quite*
turned on making his jeans far too tight.
His hand's settled on Rave's back, pulling the man closer as
Chuckles relaxed into the affection the man on top of him was
giving.
----
For a moment Rave wasn't quite sure that Chuckles would like
getting pushed around or climbed like a tree. He relaxed though
feeling the man's body responding and Chuckles pull him closer.
Rave's kiss grew deeper and more insistent, as he pushed the
other's shirt up even more.
"We're lucky everyone else is busy elsewhere," he murmured,
pulling back to pull off Chuck's shirt completely.
Once the shirt was out of the way, Rave pulled his own off:
showing off all the rune tattoos and other tattoos that covered
his arms and chest. There were some on his back and legs as
well, though Chuck couldn't see them at the moment.
He moved back in, trailing his hands and fingers over Chuckles'
long torso and teased the other's nipples a bit before leaning
in to lick and suck on them gently.
While he hadn't outright asked, he was pretty sure that Chuck
was pretty innocent when it came to sex. It wouldn't surprise
him if the big man hadn't been with anyone before.
"Like it so far?" He asked reaching down to loosen Chuckles
pants and slid his hand in to fondle the man.
It didn't surprise him how big the man's shaft was. It had to be
over 10 inches.
------
Chuckles' mind was in a near whirlwind as the kiss intensified
before their shirts were soon stripped away. These fresh new
sensations of Rave teasing his nipples and chest with his hands
and then lips hand Chuck's head falling back as soft moans
drifted from him. He had never been touched like this before and
he felt like he was in heaven.
"Yeeeesss oh fu.ck!" The half giant moaned out hotly as he felt
Rave's hand on his manhood. His body was reacting in ways he had
never experienced before, he didn't want the man to stop.
----
Rave was quite hard and turned on by the moans And sounds Chuck
was making and continued to pleasure the man's body for a bit
longer.
"Good." Rave purred back and activated his healing runes just to
be on the safe side. He moved to slide the other's pants and
boxers down and off and took off the rest of his own clothes.
Rave moved to sit on the side of Chuck and leaned over to use
his tongue and mouth to pleasure the man along with both hands.
"You are so big," he murmured, his body shivering a bit at the
huge jutting member and thinking of how deep it would go inside
him.
-----
More and more moans fell from Chuckles as Rave played with his
body, stripping them both down to their birthday suits before
the musicians was on the side of him, bent over in a way that
made it impossible for Chuckles *not* to grab the man's a.ss and
gently squeeze.
New deeper, more needy moans left Chuck as the man pleasure his
member with his mouth and hands. Instincts took over at this
point for the Wildman as he took Rave's hips and lifted the
man's ass to his face, taking to his new lover's member into his
mouth briefly before delving his tongue deep into the tattooed
man's entrance.
-----
Rave let out a pleased muffled moan at the hand squeezing his
a.ss.
Hearing Chuck's sounds of pleasure turned Him on even more.
Feeling himself suddenly weightless and being moved around had
him grip Chuckles a bit harder.
Then he was pulling back to let out a deep moan of pleasure at
what Chuckled was doing. "Oh gods yes! That feels Soo good,"
After a little bit more of mutual pleasure, Rave pulled his
mouth off again. "Turn me around, that should be enough,"
----
Chuckles was easily lost in this intense pleasure of everything
his body was feeling, only being pulled out of it slightly when
his little warlock wanted to be turned around, to which Chuck
happily obliged, kissing Rave deeply when the man was face to
face with him again.
-----
Rave moved his hands up to cup Chuck's face and slowly began
easing himself down, impaling himself on the giant man's hard
shaft.
After a few inches he stopped, his body trembling at how much he
was stretching.
"Might have to start with a little at first," he groaned, his
hands moving to hold onto the other's shoulders and slowly moved
up and down.
The friction and size had him cu.mming almost instantly, but he
wanted so much more.
"You feel so good inside me," he groaned hotly, "can't wait for
you to fill me,"
---++
Chuckles was whole body shivered feeling Rave's rear pressed
against his member before his eyes widened and a massively deep
moan escaped him as the man impaled himself on Chuck massive
d.ick and spilling all over him moments later.
Feeling the musician move on him was more than enough
stimulation to have the virgin filling Rave with an insane
amount of cum as it didn't seem to want to stop flowing inside
of Rave, Chuckles's hips involuntarily bucking up into the
warlock *much* deeper with how slick the hole was now making
Chuck spill even harder inside of his lover.
"Rave! You feel, amazing!" He moaned out as his eyes practically
rolled into the back of his head at the feelings.
------
Rave was stunned by the massive load that filled him only a few
moments later. He let out a sharp cry when Chuck's c.ock was
suddenly three inches deeper inside him. "Oh fu.ck!" He cried
out, his hands gripping the other man's shoulders even harder,
making indentions in Chuckles' darker skin.
His runes flared and the pain ebbed away quickly, making all
Rave feel was immense pleasure at being filled so much.
"Oh god, yes, fu.ck me Charles," he begged, leaning in to kiss
the man and moved his body up and down a bit faster.
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Hearing Rave's cry of pain pulled Chuckles back to reality, only
to have the man begging to be fu.cked.
"Does... that mean you want me to mate with you more? I don't
know how much control I have over myself... I... don't want to
hurt you more..." He said with a worried expression, though his
lover's fast movements didn't have him protesting for long as he
pinned the Rockstar the couch and began to thrust inside of him
quickly, his hips thrusting harder and deeper as he claimed the
man, filling him more and more are he exploded over and over
inside of Rave making the man look nice and pregnant by the time
Chuckles had fit all 11 inches inside of the man in addition to
all the filling he had put into the man.
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"yes! Mate me! Breed me! Full me with more!" Rave practically
begged, more than a little turned on.
"You can't hurt me, my magic will keep me safe," he added.
Then Rave was lost to the pleasures of what Chuck could give
him. He was quite a mess when his new lover finally was
finished. "That..was amazing," he praised, looking very worn out
from everything they'd done. "Next time we can try some new
positions," he said with a yawn.
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"You are amazing my mate," Chuckles purred before slowly pulling
free from Rave before moving them around so the man was laying
on his chest so he wouldn't be crushed under the half giant's
weight.
----
"Okay," the sleepy giant of a man agreed, though he was soon
quite passed out and dead to the world at large. The pair slept
through the remainder of their alone time and the crew was just
starting to come back from whatever adventures they had been
partaking in.
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It was fortunate for them that Titania and Trip were the first
ones in the shared bus. One quick glance was all Titania needed
to whip up a concealing spell and drape a blanket over their
naked bodies and then shoo the rest out.
"Come back later guys, Rave and Chuckles need a moment alone,"
she said trying to be vague and ignored any questions from the
others.
"Now, are you going to wake them or am I?" She asked glancing at
her husband, knowing quite well he'd be shooing her off shortly.
It was kind of adorable how protective he was.
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Trip saw the men knocked the hell out, he immediately made a
sigh.”I am.” He told her.”you should go and get some breakfast-
last thing we want is rave getting all shy knowing more than one
person caught them.” He said to chuckle and snuggled the woman.
He shooed her out and said..”hey! Rave!” He figured that one be
easier to wake up than chuckles the man often was a heavy
sleeper that he remembered. Least this time chuckles wouldn’t
grab him like a stuffed animal since his body was occupied by
rave.” Up and at 'em… you two might wanna clean up before the
rest of the crew pops up.” He said to poke at rave’s shoulder.
----
Titania went quiet for a moment while thinking over Trip's
suggestion and then nodded. "Probably for the best. Poor guy
would look like an eggplant all day long," She commented with an
amused laugh and leaned into Trip for a moment, enjoying their
closeness. She left the room, heading to the bigger part of the
bus where the kitchen was and began cooking up a storm. Nia was
pretty sure Rave and Chuckles would be in need of some food.
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Rave let out a groan at the sound of a cheerful voice near his
ear. "Lemme sleep," He grumbled, burrowing further into
Chuckles' embrace, loving just how warm the man was. That was
until he felt a poke to his shoulder and the suggestion to clean
up before more people arrived at the bus. His mind instantly
went back to what he and Chuckles had done the night before and
his entire body went a bright pink. "Oh shit..yeah..better
shower and do something to cover the smell," He mumbled,
remembering that the werewolves on the bus would know exactly
what had happened.
He slowly slid up a bit in Chuckles' arms and kissed the man on
the lips rather insistently. "Time to wake up, we need to shower
and clean up. People are coming back." He said in a loud voice
so the other would hear him. "Chuck, we gotta get up, time to
move."
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