Fic: This Moment (JDM/CK, CK/SC)
Title: This Moment
Beta: Andy,slashboyz's partner
Pairing: JDM/Chris Kane, Chris/Steve
Summary: The pain of losing his boyfriend is something Chris can’t forget but for this moment Jeff can try to make him forget.
Rating: NC-17 (bottom Chris)
Wordcount: 3212
Disclaimer: This is in no way reflective on the sexuality of the people mentioned, if it was I'd be a very happy girl *grins*
This is for slashboyz who seems to like testing me with new pairings and prompts. Hope it works for you darlin. He wanted Jeff topping Chris and when I attempted just some pure porn I found I couldn't do it, had to include some angst and some Steve. His words to me were: Good - I taught you well *grins*
This Moment
Chris hears a throat get cleared behind him just as an arms reaches past him to set an empty whiskey glass on the sticky bar.
“Wasn’t expecting to run into you here, Christian,” Jeff says curiously.
The truth is Chris had purposely gone out of his way to find another bar, a different bar to the one he visited regularly with Steve and their friends, craving the anonymity and distance.
“Jeff.” Chris steps forward to tug him into a brief one armed hug. “Been a while since I saw you man.”
Jeff nods and tries to hide the sympathy he knows can be seen in his eyes. Jensen had mentioned things were tense between Chris and Steve, leaving Jensen feeling like he was torn between them both. “How long are you in LA? Jensen mentioned you were nearly full time in Portland now.”
Instantly brightening at the mention of his new project, Chris smiles and eagerly shares the details of his new show. “It’s no Grey’s or Supernatural, man, but it’s a great cast, great character…”
“So…it’s great?” Jeff smirks.
“Fuck off,” Chris mutters. Glancing around the bar, his gaze catches on an empty table. “Stay for a drink?”
Jeff nods immediately, already knowing in his heart that he wouldn’t be leaving tonight until he was confident Chris was okay. Jensen would have his balls if he did anything less. “Of course, you go over and I’ll get another round,” he says, nodding towards the vacant table.
Taking his half empty beer Chris hurries over to the table, sitting thankfully. He refuses to admit to himself how happy he is to have more than his own company tonight. He watches Jeff manoeuvre through the crowd towards him and feels his cock give an interested twitch. Shaking his head at his tendency to be distracted by a pretty face, or nice ass, Chris focuses on Jeff’s stubbled face as he reaches the table.
“So how long you in town?” Chris asks as he leans back in the booth.
“Just for the weekend. Headed up to Vancouver next week to see my boys,” Jeff says with a smirk. He’s referred to Jared and Jensen as his “boys’ since they became his Winchester sons.
Chris grins and picks up his beer. “Been too long since I saw them,” Chris murmurs.
“You could come with me.”
Chris’ head snaps up at the words and he stares across the tale in surprise.
“It’s just a suggestion, man, no strings attached.” Jeff smiles softly.
Chris thinks for a moment, staring at his nearly empty beer before finally shaking his head. “Jenny would see right through me at the moment. He has his own shit going on, doesn’t need mine too.”
“With Jared?”
“You know?” Chris asks warily, worried for his friend. Knowing this isn’t something Jensen would have readily discussed without major prompting. Chris looks at Jeff in a new light. He doesn’t know Jeff all that well, only as a casual acquaintance from mutually spending time with Jensen and he’s surprised that Jensen would have discussed this with him.
Jeff nods as he seeks the attention of the closest waitress and wastes no time ordering more beers. “You didn’think I would?”
“Surprised Jensen talked about it is all.”
“He didn’t. Jared did,” Jeff says casually, watching for Chris’ response.
Predictably, Chris’ jaw drops and he stares at Jeff in shock. “It’s mutual?”
“Yeah, they just don’t know it yet. Jared’s vulnerable after the break up and the thing he’s always been most scared of is losing Jensen.”
“Jensen’s scared of hurting Jared while he’s still getting over the break up. I think he’s scared of what this could do to their friendship and their careers,” Chris says sadly.
Pushing another beer across the table, Jeff watches for Chris’ reaction as he speaks. “Neither of them needed to tell me a thing.”
Chris smiles fondly. “Not exactly subtle are they?”
“Far from it,” Jeff says as he watches Chris steadily.
Eventually the conversation moves on from Jared and Jensen’s problems and they continue to drink while they talk. They cover everything from music, movies, their acting, their mutual friends through to their love of dogs, before realizing it’s getting late and the bar staff are starting to push people towards the doors and into cabs
“Ready to call it a night?” Jeff asks voice low and rasping.
Chris stares at him for a long moment before responding. “Not really,” he murmurs as he tilts his head back, swallowing down the rest of his beer.
Jeff’s eyes widen at the display of tanned skin and he can’t help thinking how nice that neck would look with a bite from his own teeth. He stands slowly, waiting for Chris to move from the booth. Following him to the door, Jeff admires the way the man moves, the compact body full of strength and sensuality.
Chris hails a cab and gives his address after checking where Jeff is staying. The trip doesn’t take long and they are pulling up in front of Chris’ house in no time. “You coming?” he says over his shoulder as he gets out.
Jeff’s gaze drops to Chris’ mouth as he turns to where Jeff is still sitting in the cab. Unconsciously, he licks his own lip as he slides across the bench seat. Noticing Chris’ track the movement, Jeff makes his decision and nods once as he turns to pay the driver.
Leading the way, Chris walks along the path as he pulls his keys from his pocket; he glances over his shoulder to see Jeff’s eyes watching his ass. He wears a self satisfied smirk as he fits the key to the lock and pushes the door open for his guest.
Jeff leads the way into the house, waiting until Chris has just cleared the doorway. Kicking the door shut, he pushes Chris against the heavy wood.
They lock eyes as Jeff holds him in place, one hand in the middle of his chest. “Tell me I haven’t got this wrong,” Jeff murmurs.
Leaning forward slowly, Chris grabs a handful of Jeff’s shirt. Using his hold to yank the other man closer, Chris closes the distance and kisses him.
Jeff pulls back after a long moment and stares at Chris, panting. “Steve? God, Chris tell me it’s over.”
Chris nods, a flash of pain passing across his face. “He told me we were.” Desperate to feel something other than pain he pulls Jeff close again and kisses him. It’s a messy kiss, full of frustration, anger and pain, and Chris needs it like he needs air.
Stepping closer, he aligns his body with Chris’ and kicks his legs apart to step between them. He grabs a handful of hair and tilts Chris’ head to the side. “Wanted to do this all night,” he growls as he lowers his lips to the warm skin. Kissing his way along Chris’ neck, he alternates between licks and small nips of his teeth. Settling over the stubbled skin where he can feel Chris’ pulse fluttering, he sucks lightly to bring the blood to the surface. He feels Chris give a slight roll of his hips and responds in kind, drawing a groan from his lover.
“Jeff…” Chris groans voice raw with arousal and alcohol. “Bedroom. Now,” Chris finally manages to mutter. Pushing his hands against Jeff’s chest he steps around him to lead him to the bedroom. After two months apart from Steve, and not bearing the thought of getting himself off, Chris wants them to be comfortable, knowing he won’t take long.
Jeff glances around as he follows Chris into the room and notices a photo of Chris and Steve on the dresser that Chris quickly turns face down. He pretends not to notice when Chris turns to face him, eyes cast towards the floor. Stepping into Chris’ personal space, Jeff tips his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. “You’re sure about this?”
Chris’ shoulders slump for a brief moment before he stands tall and nods once.
Jeff knows him enough to know that Chris won’t do something he’s not comfortable with and takes his actions as the silent acceptance and commitment they are. For this moment, Chris is Jeff’s and he resolves to make this proud and sexy man enjoy their time together.
They quickly strip, hurried fingers fumbling over buttons and zippers. It surprises Chris how unwilling he is to let Jeff undress him. That’s something Steve always loved to do and even know after they’ve broken up it would still feel wrong to let someone else undress him. Pushing Jeff on to the bed, Chris follows him down and settles over Jeff’s hips.
“You gonna ride me cowboy?” Jeff drawls.
Chris smirks and bends lower to kiss his way across Jeff’s broad chest. “Thinkin’ about it.” He reaches out to the nightstand and pulls open the drawer to find lube, remembering a condom at the last minute. Leaving them on the bed, he slides down Jeff’s body and pushes his legs apart.
Jeff growls softly, a warning to Chris that this is not how things are going to go.
Chris nods, understanding what Jeff’s telling him. “I know. I want that,” he says, voice low. He needs someone inside him, needs someone to take away the emptiness. “Just let me…” he trails off as he breathes across Jeff’s cock.
Watching through heavy eyes, Jeff sees Chris’ tongue shoot out to lick a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock and groans low in his throat. The man above him had always drawn Jeff’s eye, but he’d long been off limits, firstly as Jensen’s friend, and secondly as Steve’s boyfriend. He hopes both will forgive him. Reaching down to slide a hand into Chris’ hair he knows this is a one off, and he’s fine with that, having Chris once will be enough. Enough to quench the thirst for this man, for his mouth, for his body, and to forget that his voice and eyes promise sex hotter than hell’s worst sin.
Chris has no patience for teasing tonight, never had for anyone except Steve, he hollows his cheeks, taking Jeff in as far as he can as he ruts shamelessly against the mattress.
Seeing his cock sink into the wet heat of Chris’ mouth is something Jeff hadn’t prepared for and he feels himself harden and swell further as he nudges the back of Chris’ throat. He drops his head onto the pillow and clenches his eyes shut as he concentrates on the stroke of tongue over his skin and the sucking motion as Chris pulls off.
“Swing around,” Jeff whispers huskily. He grabs the lube as Chris settles with his knees on either side of Jeff’s chest and bends low to press a kiss to the head of Jeff’s cock.
Dragging his tongue through the slit, Chris shivers when he feels the first touch of a lubed finger at his entrance. Pulling back slightly he slowly strokes the base of Jeff’s erection as he sucks and licks around the head.
Struggling to concentrate on his objective of getting Chris ready for him as quickly and efficiently as he can, Jeff bites down on his lip. He works one finger in, enjoying the hum of Chris’ moans and whimpers against his skin while he works. A second is quickly added to the first and the third is added not long after as he leans up to press kisses to the inside of Chris’ thighs, sucking one small bruise into the soft skin at the juncture of his leg and ass.
Lifting his head, Chris pants through the burn and whimpers though the pleasure. His eyes close as he moves, riding Jeff’s hand as he unconsciously strokes faster.
“Chris…Slow down. Fuck! Chris, stop,” Jeff growls to get Chris’ attention.
Careful not to kick Jeff, Chris swings around again and sits across his thighs as he reaches unsteadily for the condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Chris locks gazes with Jeff as he rolls the latex down Jeff’s thick cock. Stroking on some lube with a light touch, he leans forward to take Jeff’s lips in a hard kiss. Reaching behind as he sits up, he holds Jeff steady as sinks back, letting his body weight force him onto Jeff’s cock.
Gasping as he feels his cockhead breach the outer muscles, Jeff lays his hands on Chris’ hips to hold him steady. “Slow, Chris, slow,” he whispers as he sees Chris watching him, eyes half closed.
Chris gives one shake of his head as he moves his hips and takes Jeff completely in. Letting his head drop back he lets out a low hoarse cry at the sudden intrusion and holds still waiting for the pain to lessen.
Cupping Chris‘ balls, and stroking his cock slowly, Jeff coaxes him back to a full erection and lets him take his time. Feeling the muscles start to relax around him slightly, Jeff sighs with relief when he sees Chris give a small nod and feels him start to move above him.
Moaning loudly, Chris circles his hips and uses his hands on Jeff’s thighs as leverage to get the penetration he needs. Panting when Jeff brushes against his prostate he speeds up, rocking down to meet each thrust Jeff gives him.
He watches Chris move, watches him take what he needs tonight until Jeff can’t take it anymore. With a snarl he rolls them, landing Chris on his back with Jeff lying between his splayed legs. He hitches Chris‘ legs around his hips as he gets to his knees and fucks greedily into Chris’ warm, willing body.
Panting encouragement and a litany of Jeff’s name, Chris meets each thrust as he strokes his own cock. Sweat slick fingers sliding over his cock, with just enough pressure for Chris to know he won’t need much more. When Jeff slows down for a moment and leans down to kiss him, Chris feels his balls tighten and growls into the kiss. The change in angle has Jeff’s cock sliding over his prostate and his breathing hitches as his body is flooded with sensation.
Jeff feels Chris’ inner muscles clenching down around his body and fucks deeper, cockhead sliding over the prostate, again as he sees Chris pump over his own hand and stomach.
“Jesus fuck…” Chris breathes as he finishes climaxing, feeling Jeff pulse within him as he slides into his own orgasm.
His thrusts falter as he fills the condom, but he rides the aftershocks out, continuing to thrust into Chris’ body. He smiles and whimpers when Chris reaches up and latches onto his neck, biting and sucking at the skin to leave his mark behind.
Chris goes pliant under Jeff and lets his legs fall to the bed, shivering as Jeff slowly pulls free and knots the condom to be disposed of.
“Mind if I shower?” Jeff asks gruffly as he stands.
Chris shakes his head silently as he points towards the adjoined bathroom.
Jeff nods and bends down to kiss Chris’ lips gently. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly before walking to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, he moves about confidently, grabbing a fresh towel from the shelf, and turning on the water.
Chris watches him in the bathroom and glances down at himself, shuddering at the cooling come on his body. He closes his eyes and listens to the shower running before he glances toward the down turned photo.
Making quick work of his shower, Jeff turns the water off and wraps a towel around himself. He roughly dries himself before he comes back into the bedroom. He pulls his boxers and jeans on as he sees Chris stand slowly.
“Glad you were there tonight,” Chris says sincerely as he passes Jeff on the way to the shower. He stands in the steamy room and thinks over his words to Jeff. Shrugging, he finally steps into the shower and turns the water on, absently adjusting it to the temperature that Steve likes before he remembers he isn’t there. When he finally emerges, dry, with a towel wrapped around his waist, Jeff is standing in the lounge, and Chris is so thankful that he could kiss the man again.
Seeing Chris standing in the doorway, Jeff indicates the front door. “Gonna get going,” he says softly. He smiles at Chris, walks to him, and kisses him gently, all the earlier desperation and eagerness gone and only calm acceptance and consideration remains. Taking his hand, they walk to the door. Jeff runs his thumb over Chris’ bottom lip and leans closer. “He’s a lucky man,” Jeff whispers and sees Chris give a sad smile.
Chris pulls the door open and they share a small smile, Jeff moving past Chris with a kiss to his temple. Both men freeze at the gasp from the person standing on the front porch, hand raised, about to knock.
“Steve!” Jeff groans as he glances between the two men. He watches the way Steve’s eyes run down Chris’ near naked form and then along Jeff’s features, eyes tightening as he sees the hickey on Jeff’s neck, clearly fresh and still slightly risen from Chris’ mouth and teeth.
Chris’ heart stutters and seems to stop for a moment as he watches the realization on Steve’s face and he’s never felt so ashamed of himself. He can barely bring himself to look into Steve’s face as his heart clenches and breaks all over again.
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It only lasts a minute or two, but that silence is full of pain, betrayal, and finally acceptance. If anyone understands how much Chris has been hurting, it’s Steve. Since he told Chris he was leaving all he has felt was pain, emptiness and loneliness. If Chris turned to Jeff to hide from that for a short while then Steve can cope with that. He can box up and put away the shattered, painful emotions at the thought of someone else touching Chris, his Chris. After all he’d tried to find relief in another’s body. It had been a release, but it was an empty release, nearly anticlimactic in the end. He’d gone back to his hotel room and fallen asleep with a small wallet sized photo of Chris clutched in his hand.
“Steve…” Chris breathes, eyes wide.
Looking into Chris’ eyes now, Steve can see it all. The apology on his lips for bringing another man, bringing Jeff into the house they’d shared together. The worry that this might reverse whatever decision it was that brought Steve to the door tonight. They were always good at communicating silently and it’s something they still have after nearly two months apart.
“Hi, it’s been awhile.” I’m sorry for walking away, for hurting you.
“Hey. Hi.” I know.
“I was just passing by.” Take me back?
“You wanna come in?” Yes. Always yes.
I still love you.
I never stopped.
Neither of them notice Jeff step off the porch and dial for a cab, discretely walking away from the house to give the couple their much needed privacy.
Chris steps backwards, silently inviting Steve back into their home and he eagerly accepts, closing the door gently.
~The end~
Beta: Andy,slashboyz's partner
Pairing: JDM/Chris Kane, Chris/Steve
Summary: The pain of losing his boyfriend is something Chris can’t forget but for this moment Jeff can try to make him forget.
Rating: NC-17 (bottom Chris)
Wordcount: 3212
Disclaimer: This is in no way reflective on the sexuality of the people mentioned, if it was I'd be a very happy girl *grins*
This is for slashboyz who seems to like testing me with new pairings and prompts. Hope it works for you darlin. He wanted Jeff topping Chris and when I attempted just some pure porn I found I couldn't do it, had to include some angst and some Steve. His words to me were: Good - I taught you well *grins*
This Moment
Chris hears a throat get cleared behind him just as an arms reaches past him to set an empty whiskey glass on the sticky bar.
“Wasn’t expecting to run into you here, Christian,” Jeff says curiously.
The truth is Chris had purposely gone out of his way to find another bar, a different bar to the one he visited regularly with Steve and their friends, craving the anonymity and distance.
“Jeff.” Chris steps forward to tug him into a brief one armed hug. “Been a while since I saw you man.”
Jeff nods and tries to hide the sympathy he knows can be seen in his eyes. Jensen had mentioned things were tense between Chris and Steve, leaving Jensen feeling like he was torn between them both. “How long are you in LA? Jensen mentioned you were nearly full time in Portland now.”
Instantly brightening at the mention of his new project, Chris smiles and eagerly shares the details of his new show. “It’s no Grey’s or Supernatural, man, but it’s a great cast, great character…”
“So…it’s great?” Jeff smirks.
“Fuck off,” Chris mutters. Glancing around the bar, his gaze catches on an empty table. “Stay for a drink?”
Jeff nods immediately, already knowing in his heart that he wouldn’t be leaving tonight until he was confident Chris was okay. Jensen would have his balls if he did anything less. “Of course, you go over and I’ll get another round,” he says, nodding towards the vacant table.
Taking his half empty beer Chris hurries over to the table, sitting thankfully. He refuses to admit to himself how happy he is to have more than his own company tonight. He watches Jeff manoeuvre through the crowd towards him and feels his cock give an interested twitch. Shaking his head at his tendency to be distracted by a pretty face, or nice ass, Chris focuses on Jeff’s stubbled face as he reaches the table.
“So how long you in town?” Chris asks as he leans back in the booth.
“Just for the weekend. Headed up to Vancouver next week to see my boys,” Jeff says with a smirk. He’s referred to Jared and Jensen as his “boys’ since they became his Winchester sons.
Chris grins and picks up his beer. “Been too long since I saw them,” Chris murmurs.
“You could come with me.”
Chris’ head snaps up at the words and he stares across the tale in surprise.
“It’s just a suggestion, man, no strings attached.” Jeff smiles softly.
Chris thinks for a moment, staring at his nearly empty beer before finally shaking his head. “Jenny would see right through me at the moment. He has his own shit going on, doesn’t need mine too.”
“With Jared?”
“You know?” Chris asks warily, worried for his friend. Knowing this isn’t something Jensen would have readily discussed without major prompting. Chris looks at Jeff in a new light. He doesn’t know Jeff all that well, only as a casual acquaintance from mutually spending time with Jensen and he’s surprised that Jensen would have discussed this with him.
Jeff nods as he seeks the attention of the closest waitress and wastes no time ordering more beers. “You didn’think I would?”
“Surprised Jensen talked about it is all.”
“He didn’t. Jared did,” Jeff says casually, watching for Chris’ response.
Predictably, Chris’ jaw drops and he stares at Jeff in shock. “It’s mutual?”
“Yeah, they just don’t know it yet. Jared’s vulnerable after the break up and the thing he’s always been most scared of is losing Jensen.”
“Jensen’s scared of hurting Jared while he’s still getting over the break up. I think he’s scared of what this could do to their friendship and their careers,” Chris says sadly.
Pushing another beer across the table, Jeff watches for Chris’ reaction as he speaks. “Neither of them needed to tell me a thing.”
Chris smiles fondly. “Not exactly subtle are they?”
“Far from it,” Jeff says as he watches Chris steadily.
Eventually the conversation moves on from Jared and Jensen’s problems and they continue to drink while they talk. They cover everything from music, movies, their acting, their mutual friends through to their love of dogs, before realizing it’s getting late and the bar staff are starting to push people towards the doors and into cabs
“Ready to call it a night?” Jeff asks voice low and rasping.
Chris stares at him for a long moment before responding. “Not really,” he murmurs as he tilts his head back, swallowing down the rest of his beer.
Jeff’s eyes widen at the display of tanned skin and he can’t help thinking how nice that neck would look with a bite from his own teeth. He stands slowly, waiting for Chris to move from the booth. Following him to the door, Jeff admires the way the man moves, the compact body full of strength and sensuality.
Chris hails a cab and gives his address after checking where Jeff is staying. The trip doesn’t take long and they are pulling up in front of Chris’ house in no time. “You coming?” he says over his shoulder as he gets out.
Jeff’s gaze drops to Chris’ mouth as he turns to where Jeff is still sitting in the cab. Unconsciously, he licks his own lip as he slides across the bench seat. Noticing Chris’ track the movement, Jeff makes his decision and nods once as he turns to pay the driver.
Leading the way, Chris walks along the path as he pulls his keys from his pocket; he glances over his shoulder to see Jeff’s eyes watching his ass. He wears a self satisfied smirk as he fits the key to the lock and pushes the door open for his guest.
Jeff leads the way into the house, waiting until Chris has just cleared the doorway. Kicking the door shut, he pushes Chris against the heavy wood.
They lock eyes as Jeff holds him in place, one hand in the middle of his chest. “Tell me I haven’t got this wrong,” Jeff murmurs.
Leaning forward slowly, Chris grabs a handful of Jeff’s shirt. Using his hold to yank the other man closer, Chris closes the distance and kisses him.
Jeff pulls back after a long moment and stares at Chris, panting. “Steve? God, Chris tell me it’s over.”
Chris nods, a flash of pain passing across his face. “He told me we were.” Desperate to feel something other than pain he pulls Jeff close again and kisses him. It’s a messy kiss, full of frustration, anger and pain, and Chris needs it like he needs air.
Stepping closer, he aligns his body with Chris’ and kicks his legs apart to step between them. He grabs a handful of hair and tilts Chris’ head to the side. “Wanted to do this all night,” he growls as he lowers his lips to the warm skin. Kissing his way along Chris’ neck, he alternates between licks and small nips of his teeth. Settling over the stubbled skin where he can feel Chris’ pulse fluttering, he sucks lightly to bring the blood to the surface. He feels Chris give a slight roll of his hips and responds in kind, drawing a groan from his lover.
“Jeff…” Chris groans voice raw with arousal and alcohol. “Bedroom. Now,” Chris finally manages to mutter. Pushing his hands against Jeff’s chest he steps around him to lead him to the bedroom. After two months apart from Steve, and not bearing the thought of getting himself off, Chris wants them to be comfortable, knowing he won’t take long.
Jeff glances around as he follows Chris into the room and notices a photo of Chris and Steve on the dresser that Chris quickly turns face down. He pretends not to notice when Chris turns to face him, eyes cast towards the floor. Stepping into Chris’ personal space, Jeff tips his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. “You’re sure about this?”
Chris’ shoulders slump for a brief moment before he stands tall and nods once.
Jeff knows him enough to know that Chris won’t do something he’s not comfortable with and takes his actions as the silent acceptance and commitment they are. For this moment, Chris is Jeff’s and he resolves to make this proud and sexy man enjoy their time together.
They quickly strip, hurried fingers fumbling over buttons and zippers. It surprises Chris how unwilling he is to let Jeff undress him. That’s something Steve always loved to do and even know after they’ve broken up it would still feel wrong to let someone else undress him. Pushing Jeff on to the bed, Chris follows him down and settles over Jeff’s hips.
“You gonna ride me cowboy?” Jeff drawls.
Chris smirks and bends lower to kiss his way across Jeff’s broad chest. “Thinkin’ about it.” He reaches out to the nightstand and pulls open the drawer to find lube, remembering a condom at the last minute. Leaving them on the bed, he slides down Jeff’s body and pushes his legs apart.
Jeff growls softly, a warning to Chris that this is not how things are going to go.
Chris nods, understanding what Jeff’s telling him. “I know. I want that,” he says, voice low. He needs someone inside him, needs someone to take away the emptiness. “Just let me…” he trails off as he breathes across Jeff’s cock.
Watching through heavy eyes, Jeff sees Chris’ tongue shoot out to lick a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock and groans low in his throat. The man above him had always drawn Jeff’s eye, but he’d long been off limits, firstly as Jensen’s friend, and secondly as Steve’s boyfriend. He hopes both will forgive him. Reaching down to slide a hand into Chris’ hair he knows this is a one off, and he’s fine with that, having Chris once will be enough. Enough to quench the thirst for this man, for his mouth, for his body, and to forget that his voice and eyes promise sex hotter than hell’s worst sin.
Chris has no patience for teasing tonight, never had for anyone except Steve, he hollows his cheeks, taking Jeff in as far as he can as he ruts shamelessly against the mattress.
Seeing his cock sink into the wet heat of Chris’ mouth is something Jeff hadn’t prepared for and he feels himself harden and swell further as he nudges the back of Chris’ throat. He drops his head onto the pillow and clenches his eyes shut as he concentrates on the stroke of tongue over his skin and the sucking motion as Chris pulls off.
“Swing around,” Jeff whispers huskily. He grabs the lube as Chris settles with his knees on either side of Jeff’s chest and bends low to press a kiss to the head of Jeff’s cock.
Dragging his tongue through the slit, Chris shivers when he feels the first touch of a lubed finger at his entrance. Pulling back slightly he slowly strokes the base of Jeff’s erection as he sucks and licks around the head.
Struggling to concentrate on his objective of getting Chris ready for him as quickly and efficiently as he can, Jeff bites down on his lip. He works one finger in, enjoying the hum of Chris’ moans and whimpers against his skin while he works. A second is quickly added to the first and the third is added not long after as he leans up to press kisses to the inside of Chris’ thighs, sucking one small bruise into the soft skin at the juncture of his leg and ass.
Lifting his head, Chris pants through the burn and whimpers though the pleasure. His eyes close as he moves, riding Jeff’s hand as he unconsciously strokes faster.
“Chris…Slow down. Fuck! Chris, stop,” Jeff growls to get Chris’ attention.
Careful not to kick Jeff, Chris swings around again and sits across his thighs as he reaches unsteadily for the condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Chris locks gazes with Jeff as he rolls the latex down Jeff’s thick cock. Stroking on some lube with a light touch, he leans forward to take Jeff’s lips in a hard kiss. Reaching behind as he sits up, he holds Jeff steady as sinks back, letting his body weight force him onto Jeff’s cock.
Gasping as he feels his cockhead breach the outer muscles, Jeff lays his hands on Chris’ hips to hold him steady. “Slow, Chris, slow,” he whispers as he sees Chris watching him, eyes half closed.
Chris gives one shake of his head as he moves his hips and takes Jeff completely in. Letting his head drop back he lets out a low hoarse cry at the sudden intrusion and holds still waiting for the pain to lessen.
Cupping Chris‘ balls, and stroking his cock slowly, Jeff coaxes him back to a full erection and lets him take his time. Feeling the muscles start to relax around him slightly, Jeff sighs with relief when he sees Chris give a small nod and feels him start to move above him.
Moaning loudly, Chris circles his hips and uses his hands on Jeff’s thighs as leverage to get the penetration he needs. Panting when Jeff brushes against his prostate he speeds up, rocking down to meet each thrust Jeff gives him.
He watches Chris move, watches him take what he needs tonight until Jeff can’t take it anymore. With a snarl he rolls them, landing Chris on his back with Jeff lying between his splayed legs. He hitches Chris‘ legs around his hips as he gets to his knees and fucks greedily into Chris’ warm, willing body.
Panting encouragement and a litany of Jeff’s name, Chris meets each thrust as he strokes his own cock. Sweat slick fingers sliding over his cock, with just enough pressure for Chris to know he won’t need much more. When Jeff slows down for a moment and leans down to kiss him, Chris feels his balls tighten and growls into the kiss. The change in angle has Jeff’s cock sliding over his prostate and his breathing hitches as his body is flooded with sensation.
Jeff feels Chris’ inner muscles clenching down around his body and fucks deeper, cockhead sliding over the prostate, again as he sees Chris pump over his own hand and stomach.
“Jesus fuck…” Chris breathes as he finishes climaxing, feeling Jeff pulse within him as he slides into his own orgasm.
His thrusts falter as he fills the condom, but he rides the aftershocks out, continuing to thrust into Chris’ body. He smiles and whimpers when Chris reaches up and latches onto his neck, biting and sucking at the skin to leave his mark behind.
Chris goes pliant under Jeff and lets his legs fall to the bed, shivering as Jeff slowly pulls free and knots the condom to be disposed of.
“Mind if I shower?” Jeff asks gruffly as he stands.
Chris shakes his head silently as he points towards the adjoined bathroom.
Jeff nods and bends down to kiss Chris’ lips gently. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly before walking to the bathroom. Leaving the door open, he moves about confidently, grabbing a fresh towel from the shelf, and turning on the water.
Chris watches him in the bathroom and glances down at himself, shuddering at the cooling come on his body. He closes his eyes and listens to the shower running before he glances toward the down turned photo.
Making quick work of his shower, Jeff turns the water off and wraps a towel around himself. He roughly dries himself before he comes back into the bedroom. He pulls his boxers and jeans on as he sees Chris stand slowly.
“Glad you were there tonight,” Chris says sincerely as he passes Jeff on the way to the shower. He stands in the steamy room and thinks over his words to Jeff. Shrugging, he finally steps into the shower and turns the water on, absently adjusting it to the temperature that Steve likes before he remembers he isn’t there. When he finally emerges, dry, with a towel wrapped around his waist, Jeff is standing in the lounge, and Chris is so thankful that he could kiss the man again.
Seeing Chris standing in the doorway, Jeff indicates the front door. “Gonna get going,” he says softly. He smiles at Chris, walks to him, and kisses him gently, all the earlier desperation and eagerness gone and only calm acceptance and consideration remains. Taking his hand, they walk to the door. Jeff runs his thumb over Chris’ bottom lip and leans closer. “He’s a lucky man,” Jeff whispers and sees Chris give a sad smile.
Chris pulls the door open and they share a small smile, Jeff moving past Chris with a kiss to his temple. Both men freeze at the gasp from the person standing on the front porch, hand raised, about to knock.
“Steve!” Jeff groans as he glances between the two men. He watches the way Steve’s eyes run down Chris’ near naked form and then along Jeff’s features, eyes tightening as he sees the hickey on Jeff’s neck, clearly fresh and still slightly risen from Chris’ mouth and teeth.
Chris’ heart stutters and seems to stop for a moment as he watches the realization on Steve’s face and he’s never felt so ashamed of himself. He can barely bring himself to look into Steve’s face as his heart clenches and breaks all over again.
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It only lasts a minute or two, but that silence is full of pain, betrayal, and finally acceptance. If anyone understands how much Chris has been hurting, it’s Steve. Since he told Chris he was leaving all he has felt was pain, emptiness and loneliness. If Chris turned to Jeff to hide from that for a short while then Steve can cope with that. He can box up and put away the shattered, painful emotions at the thought of someone else touching Chris, his Chris. After all he’d tried to find relief in another’s body. It had been a release, but it was an empty release, nearly anticlimactic in the end. He’d gone back to his hotel room and fallen asleep with a small wallet sized photo of Chris clutched in his hand.
“Steve…” Chris breathes, eyes wide.
Looking into Chris’ eyes now, Steve can see it all. The apology on his lips for bringing another man, bringing Jeff into the house they’d shared together. The worry that this might reverse whatever decision it was that brought Steve to the door tonight. They were always good at communicating silently and it’s something they still have after nearly two months apart.
“Hi, it’s been awhile.” I’m sorry for walking away, for hurting you.
“Hey. Hi.” I know.
“I was just passing by.” Take me back?
“You wanna come in?” Yes. Always yes.
I still love you.
I never stopped.
Neither of them notice Jeff step off the porch and dial for a cab, discretely walking away from the house to give the couple their much needed privacy.
Chris steps backwards, silently inviting Steve back into their home and he eagerly accepts, closing the door gently.
~The end~