“What the fuck are those?”
“They’re called dice, Chuck”
“I can see that, fuckwit.” Chuck frowned down at the three small cubes sitting in the palm of Raleigh’s hand. “What are you doing with ‘em?”
Raleigh shrugged and placed them down on the desk. “I found them outside my door this morning wrapped up with a note saying they were from my secret santa.”
Chuck picked up one of the dice and inspected it. Instead of numbers, there were words etched onto each side. He looked up at Raleigh with an expectant look.
Raleigh rolled his eyes and plucked it from his fingers.
“They’re novelty dice. They uh… give instructions with a body part and an action.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “For adult purposes. You know, like spicing things up in the bedroom.”
Chuck snorted. “Don’t think we need any help in that department.”
Raleigh felt his face burn and thought back to the previous night he had spent on his back, writhing and sweating and…
He shook his head.
No, they certainly did not need any help in that department at all.
Chuck flicked the remaining dice on the table. “Kinda insulting really.”
“I’m sure whoever it was, meant it as a joke.”
“This has Jin written all over it. That bastard thinks he’s hilarious.” He brushed the dice aside. “Whatever, it’s not as if we’re gonna use them.”
Chuck turned and stared at him. “Do not tell me you are thinking about it.”
“Well, it would be a shame to let them go to waste…”
“Aww come on, it’ll be fun.”
“It’s just a bit of harmless fun. What have we got to lose?”
“We don’t need ‘em.” Chuck folded his arms. He was not going to be swayed on this.
Raleigh smirked and picked up one of the dice and turned it over on his hand.
“That’s a shame.” He looked up at Chuck with a sly smile creeping onto his face. “I could certainly make it worth your while with just the roll of a dice.”
Chuck licked his lips.
Okay maybe he could be moved on this notion.
“Shut up.” He mumbled in response to Raleigh’s smirk.
He snatched the dice up from the table and dropped them in Raleigh’s outstretched hands. “Right, I supposed we could give ‘em one roll.”
Raleigh sat on the floor with his back against his bunk and Chuck took a seat beside him; his eyes never left the dice.
Raleigh rolled the dice.
Chuck leaned forward, his gaze following the dice as they tumbled across the floor, but pulled back when he caught Raleigh watching him. He failed miserably at putting on an air of nonchalance.
The dice came to a stop and both of them leaned down and stared down at the words on the small pieces of plastic that would dictate their next actions.
Needless to say what they rolled on the three dice was neither romantic nor sexy in any sense: ‘Rub my,’ ‘Face’ and ‘On the floor.’
“This…” Raleigh stared down at the dice. “Is not what I expected.”
Chuck was silent.
“Uh… maybe we should just roll again?” Raleigh turned to Chuck. “Second time’s the cha-”
Raleigh’s face met Chuck’s open palm and was then introduced to the floor. After brushing his cheek across the cold concrete floor a few times Chuck let Raleigh up and snickered like a child.
Raleigh glared at him.
“Was it good for you?” Chuck asked.
Raleigh was going to smack the smug grin of his face so hard.
“I hate you.”
“Nah, you don’t.”