Cake: Asphyxiate Me NC-17
Okay, this was one of the things I worked on while I wasn't working on NaNoWriMo:
Title: Asphyxiate Me
Pairing: Cake
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone has addictions.
Disclaimer Don’t own ‘em. They both should be lucky of that fact ^.^
Blake lay prone on his back, naked. Chris was leaning over him, straddling him, equally naked, his muscles taut with concentration. His large hands were wrapped around Blake’s neck, applying an even pressure. Blake’s trusting eyes bore into Chris’s while his lips parted, tongue whetting them, wheezing in what little air he could get as Chris slowly tightened his grip.
Chris kept a careful watch on Blake’s face, glancing at the hands that lay calmly outstretched on the bed, palms up, pinky quivering, the only sign that Blake was feeling the pressure, so to speak. He could feel Blake’s sides pressing against the insides of his knees, the slow breaths rising and falling against his groin. Sweat dotted Chris’s back and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he waited for some signal to let up, to stop squeezing the life out of his best friend. Lover. He leaned down and brushed his lips against Blake’s, feeling a tongue slip into his mouth, tasting him, begging for more.
Blake’s pulse thumped away under Chris’s fingers, his heart racing. Chris pulled back, away from Blake’s lips, and increased the pressure once more.
“You’re crazy, man.” Chris’s voice shook and he returned the small smile that Blake gave him, trying not to remember the one time that they had reversed roles and the panic that had forced them to stop. They had talked, but Chris hadn’t come any closer to finding out why Blake enjoyed this so much. Why he seemed to need this.
He could hear Blake’s breath, feel it against his arms, feather-light. A slight press more and the sound silenced, air stilling. Blake kept eye contact with him as the seconds ticked, the clock on the wall suddenly the loudest thing in the room. Finally, Blake gave a weak buck of his hips and Chris drew back immediately, letting out a breath of his own that he had been holding as Blake gasped and coughed air back into his deprived lungs. “I really wish--”
“Shhh,” Blake said, inhaling the air back as soon as he had hissed it out. He pulled Chris down to his lips for a light brushing kiss. “Thanks.”
“Last time?” Chris whispered, resting his head on Blake’s chest and listening to the rapid heartbeat. When Blake didn’t answer, he raised his head and tried to meet Blake’s eyes. “Please? I don’t think I can keep doing this.” But Blake only put a hand on his shoulder and guided him over onto his side, then his back. He leaned down to kiss him, lips, tongue, clack of teeth. Then he trailed kisses down his throat and Chris froze, not liking the feel of teeth pressing so close to his Adam’s apple. “Stop distracting me,” Chris breathed, scarcely moving his lips.
“Top or bottom?” Blake mumbled, trailing kisses and saliva down Chris’ neck, then blowing cool air after.
Chris shuddered, trying to grasp what question he had been asked.
“Answer now, please,” Blake grinned, tongue pressing against a nipple. “Top or bottom?”
Chris wasn’t able to do more than bite his own lip until Blake pulled back, waiting for a response. Once getting control of himself, Chris grinned back. “Top.” He muscled Blake back onto the bed, nearly causing him to roll off the edge. He levered up until Blake settled back onto the center, then lowered down until they were skin to skin from chest to toes. He kissed Blake’s lips, ignoring the invitation to delve deeper, then kissed his jaw, the stubble pricking his lips. He moved lower, gently kissing Blake’s throat, still red from earlier, and heard a soft intake of breath from his contact with the sensitive skin. Blake hummed softly, which felt weird against Chris’s lips, so he continued downwards, lifting his body up rather than dragging it down Blake’s length.
Then Blake started to sing softly, “Well I could be the one to take you home, baby we could fuck the night alone...” Blake jerked his hips upwards on the word ‘fuck,’ trying to make contact with Chris’s dick.
Chris chuckled. “Too bad you didn’t use that line on tour, B.” He leaned down and kissed Blake’s stomach next to his navel, feeling the skin twitch and jump. He moved off the bed, leaving Blake untouched, and rummaged in the nightstand for the lube and a condom. “Damn, you have a lot of crap in here.”
“I hope you won’t be saying that in a few minutes.” Blake turned onto his side and watched Chris’s frantic efforts.
“A-ha!” Prizes in hand, Chris crawled back on top of Blake and tossed Blake the condom as he uncapped the lube.
Blake ripped into the foil packet and stroked Chris a few times before rolling the rubber onto him.
Chris shivered when Blake touched him, pausing and closing his eyes. When Blake’s hands dropped away, he had to mentally shake himself to start moving again. Sheathed and ready, Chris spread some of the lube over his dick, then, with his already coated hand, slowly started rubbing Blake’s perineum before pushing his digit inside. He felt Blake tense, then arch a little towards the touch. Chris pumped his finger in and out a few times, twisting it ever so slightly.
“Enough with the finger, Rich.” Blake twitched his hips, adding a double statement that he was ready for something much larger. Chris enjoyed a lot of finger-play to loosen up, unlike Blake.
Chris waited for Blake to hook his legs behind his back, trying to pull him closer. Then he pressed the head of his dick to Blake’s ass, lining up with the hole, and slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Blake’s legs tightened around him and he tossed his head back against the pillow, teeth clenching, squirming slightly to make the angle more pleasing.
With a sharp jerk of his hips, Chris buried himself the last few inches and leaned down to nip Blake’s lips, feeling air whoosh across his face, tickling his eyelashes, as Blake’s breathing sped up. Chris rested his hand on Blake’s chest, spreading his fingers, feeling the heartbeat drum a rhythm beneath them.
“Mmmmm,” Blake hummed happily against Chris’s lips, rolling up his hips, willing to start with or without his boyfriend. “Planning on moving sometime while I can still hold this position?”
Chris moved his hands under Blake’s ass, rubbing the underside of his thighs and hiking the legs up a little higher. He braced himself, hands on either side of Blake’s shoulders. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Just fucking move already!”
“Or just move and fuck already?”
“As long as it involves moving and fucking, I don’t care.”
“Well, if you--”
“Fucking, moving, and no talking.”
“You are in no position to argue.”
“Chriiiisss!”
“Does your whine come with a glass?”
“Do you want to see a grown man cry?”
“Shhh,” Chris whispered, softly pecking Blake’s lips and reaching down to finally touch his dick, grinning when Blake gasped and tried to jerk his hips up, eyes pressed shut so tightly that moisture gleamed from the corners. He slowly pulled back, reentering just as slowly, feeling Blake squirm under him. Since he couldn’t look into Blake’s eyes, he fixed his attention on the marks on Blake’s throat, wondering how many finger shaped bruises there would be in the morning. “Blake?” He waited for the eyes to open, desperate to have something else to stare at.
“God,” Blake groaned as Chris found his prostate, then nearly purred as it was rubbed.
Chris took a deep breath, then pulled out and slammed home hard, rocking the body and bed under him. Then he started a fast pace, hearing Blake softly swearing along with the thrusts, the words getting increasingly louder and more out of control. He felt short fingernails digging small crescents into his back, but he felt no pain. He slowed down and reached for Blake’s dick again, this time stroking him in time with the movements of his hips.
“Chrisss. Fuuuck.” Blake moaned the words, hands slipping from Chris’s back to fist the sheets next to their bodies. His breath was fast, his skin flushed and shining with a light sweat, and his eyes were unfocussed.
Chris adjusted his body, going for a different angle. He had to let go of Blake now, needing to use both hands to hold himself up.
“Close. Fuck, I’m close.” Blake grabbed his dick, just squeezing, not stroking.
Chris heard Blake gasp and felt him clenching around him, seconds away from orgasm. He rubbed sweat out of his eyes and watched as Blake finally came, shooting strands of semen across his chest. He heard his name, felt it travel down his spine, searching for a way out. He shuddered, then finally found the sweet release that he was looking for, emptying into the condom, all the energy seeming to leave his body as well. He caught himself on his elbows before he could collapse onto Blake.
When he could see again, which could have been minutes or hours later, Blake was watching him, hands tucked behind his head, lazy smile on his lips. Chris swallowed, his mouth dry, and leaned down, kissing those lips. He tried to avoid the mess cooling on Blake’s chest, but Blake wrapped his arms around him and crushed their bodies together. “Hey,” he complained weakly around the tongue that was in his mouth.
“We can do the sheets later,” Blake mumbled against Chris’s lips, reaching for a corner of blanket.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Chris swatted the blanket from Blake’s hand, rolling off the warm body and heading to the bathroom where he used a warm cloth to clean off his chest. Blake appeared in the doorway a moment later, and Chris tossed the cloth to him, smiling as Blake nearly dropped it.
Blake yawned as he cleaned himself, obviously wanting to curl back up under the covers. Chris turned to watch him, grinning when Blake looked up and caught him staring. Chris reached out a hand and touched one of the faint bruises on Blake’s neck. “You didn’t answer me earlier. I really want this to stop being our prelude to sex. It terrifies me that we could screw up.”
Blake stretched up to give his lips a kiss.
Chris sighed, disappointed.
Blake must have heard, because he walked back to the bedroom, motioning with his head for Chris to follow.
When they were both lying side by side on the bed, Blake started to speak:
“Once, when I was fourteen, I went ice fishing with my dad. The ice wasn’t as solid as we had thought it was, and I fell through. It was all slow motion and a bright light. Darkness all around me except that single light. My Dad was able to grab me and pull me out.”
Chris gripped Blake’s hand, surprised at how cold the fingers had gotten, and warmed them with his own.
“It seems silly to compare that moment with this. But everything fades out except for you. It is like you are my bright light and I am 100 percent certain that you will be able to pull me to safety. Everything seems brighter afterwards, more special.”
Chris turned his head to look at Blake, a tear slipping free to slide down his cheek. “We don’t need that to make this ‘special,’ B.”
“I know. I guess we all have an addiction of some kind.”
“Yeah,” Chris agreed, smiling fondly as Blake’s eyes started to slip closed. “We do.”
Title: Asphyxiate Me
Pairing: Cake
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone has addictions.
Disclaimer Don’t own ‘em. They both should be lucky of that fact ^.^
Blake lay prone on his back, naked. Chris was leaning over him, straddling him, equally naked, his muscles taut with concentration. His large hands were wrapped around Blake’s neck, applying an even pressure. Blake’s trusting eyes bore into Chris’s while his lips parted, tongue whetting them, wheezing in what little air he could get as Chris slowly tightened his grip.
Chris kept a careful watch on Blake’s face, glancing at the hands that lay calmly outstretched on the bed, palms up, pinky quivering, the only sign that Blake was feeling the pressure, so to speak. He could feel Blake’s sides pressing against the insides of his knees, the slow breaths rising and falling against his groin. Sweat dotted Chris’s back and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he waited for some signal to let up, to stop squeezing the life out of his best friend. Lover. He leaned down and brushed his lips against Blake’s, feeling a tongue slip into his mouth, tasting him, begging for more.
Blake’s pulse thumped away under Chris’s fingers, his heart racing. Chris pulled back, away from Blake’s lips, and increased the pressure once more.
“You’re crazy, man.” Chris’s voice shook and he returned the small smile that Blake gave him, trying not to remember the one time that they had reversed roles and the panic that had forced them to stop. They had talked, but Chris hadn’t come any closer to finding out why Blake enjoyed this so much. Why he seemed to need this.
He could hear Blake’s breath, feel it against his arms, feather-light. A slight press more and the sound silenced, air stilling. Blake kept eye contact with him as the seconds ticked, the clock on the wall suddenly the loudest thing in the room. Finally, Blake gave a weak buck of his hips and Chris drew back immediately, letting out a breath of his own that he had been holding as Blake gasped and coughed air back into his deprived lungs. “I really wish--”
“Shhh,” Blake said, inhaling the air back as soon as he had hissed it out. He pulled Chris down to his lips for a light brushing kiss. “Thanks.”
“Last time?” Chris whispered, resting his head on Blake’s chest and listening to the rapid heartbeat. When Blake didn’t answer, he raised his head and tried to meet Blake’s eyes. “Please? I don’t think I can keep doing this.” But Blake only put a hand on his shoulder and guided him over onto his side, then his back. He leaned down to kiss him, lips, tongue, clack of teeth. Then he trailed kisses down his throat and Chris froze, not liking the feel of teeth pressing so close to his Adam’s apple. “Stop distracting me,” Chris breathed, scarcely moving his lips.
“Top or bottom?” Blake mumbled, trailing kisses and saliva down Chris’ neck, then blowing cool air after.
Chris shuddered, trying to grasp what question he had been asked.
“Answer now, please,” Blake grinned, tongue pressing against a nipple. “Top or bottom?”
Chris wasn’t able to do more than bite his own lip until Blake pulled back, waiting for a response. Once getting control of himself, Chris grinned back. “Top.” He muscled Blake back onto the bed, nearly causing him to roll off the edge. He levered up until Blake settled back onto the center, then lowered down until they were skin to skin from chest to toes. He kissed Blake’s lips, ignoring the invitation to delve deeper, then kissed his jaw, the stubble pricking his lips. He moved lower, gently kissing Blake’s throat, still red from earlier, and heard a soft intake of breath from his contact with the sensitive skin. Blake hummed softly, which felt weird against Chris’s lips, so he continued downwards, lifting his body up rather than dragging it down Blake’s length.
Then Blake started to sing softly, “Well I could be the one to take you home, baby we could fuck the night alone...” Blake jerked his hips upwards on the word ‘fuck,’ trying to make contact with Chris’s dick.
Chris chuckled. “Too bad you didn’t use that line on tour, B.” He leaned down and kissed Blake’s stomach next to his navel, feeling the skin twitch and jump. He moved off the bed, leaving Blake untouched, and rummaged in the nightstand for the lube and a condom. “Damn, you have a lot of crap in here.”
“I hope you won’t be saying that in a few minutes.” Blake turned onto his side and watched Chris’s frantic efforts.
“A-ha!” Prizes in hand, Chris crawled back on top of Blake and tossed Blake the condom as he uncapped the lube.
Blake ripped into the foil packet and stroked Chris a few times before rolling the rubber onto him.
Chris shivered when Blake touched him, pausing and closing his eyes. When Blake’s hands dropped away, he had to mentally shake himself to start moving again. Sheathed and ready, Chris spread some of the lube over his dick, then, with his already coated hand, slowly started rubbing Blake’s perineum before pushing his digit inside. He felt Blake tense, then arch a little towards the touch. Chris pumped his finger in and out a few times, twisting it ever so slightly.
“Enough with the finger, Rich.” Blake twitched his hips, adding a double statement that he was ready for something much larger. Chris enjoyed a lot of finger-play to loosen up, unlike Blake.
Chris waited for Blake to hook his legs behind his back, trying to pull him closer. Then he pressed the head of his dick to Blake’s ass, lining up with the hole, and slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Blake’s legs tightened around him and he tossed his head back against the pillow, teeth clenching, squirming slightly to make the angle more pleasing.
With a sharp jerk of his hips, Chris buried himself the last few inches and leaned down to nip Blake’s lips, feeling air whoosh across his face, tickling his eyelashes, as Blake’s breathing sped up. Chris rested his hand on Blake’s chest, spreading his fingers, feeling the heartbeat drum a rhythm beneath them.
“Mmmmm,” Blake hummed happily against Chris’s lips, rolling up his hips, willing to start with or without his boyfriend. “Planning on moving sometime while I can still hold this position?”
Chris moved his hands under Blake’s ass, rubbing the underside of his thighs and hiking the legs up a little higher. He braced himself, hands on either side of Blake’s shoulders. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Just fucking move already!”
“Or just move and fuck already?”
“As long as it involves moving and fucking, I don’t care.”
“Well, if you--”
“Fucking, moving, and no talking.”
“You are in no position to argue.”
“Chriiiisss!”
“Does your whine come with a glass?”
“Do you want to see a grown man cry?”
“Shhh,” Chris whispered, softly pecking Blake’s lips and reaching down to finally touch his dick, grinning when Blake gasped and tried to jerk his hips up, eyes pressed shut so tightly that moisture gleamed from the corners. He slowly pulled back, reentering just as slowly, feeling Blake squirm under him. Since he couldn’t look into Blake’s eyes, he fixed his attention on the marks on Blake’s throat, wondering how many finger shaped bruises there would be in the morning. “Blake?” He waited for the eyes to open, desperate to have something else to stare at.
“God,” Blake groaned as Chris found his prostate, then nearly purred as it was rubbed.
Chris took a deep breath, then pulled out and slammed home hard, rocking the body and bed under him. Then he started a fast pace, hearing Blake softly swearing along with the thrusts, the words getting increasingly louder and more out of control. He felt short fingernails digging small crescents into his back, but he felt no pain. He slowed down and reached for Blake’s dick again, this time stroking him in time with the movements of his hips.
“Chrisss. Fuuuck.” Blake moaned the words, hands slipping from Chris’s back to fist the sheets next to their bodies. His breath was fast, his skin flushed and shining with a light sweat, and his eyes were unfocussed.
Chris adjusted his body, going for a different angle. He had to let go of Blake now, needing to use both hands to hold himself up.
“Close. Fuck, I’m close.” Blake grabbed his dick, just squeezing, not stroking.
Chris heard Blake gasp and felt him clenching around him, seconds away from orgasm. He rubbed sweat out of his eyes and watched as Blake finally came, shooting strands of semen across his chest. He heard his name, felt it travel down his spine, searching for a way out. He shuddered, then finally found the sweet release that he was looking for, emptying into the condom, all the energy seeming to leave his body as well. He caught himself on his elbows before he could collapse onto Blake.
When he could see again, which could have been minutes or hours later, Blake was watching him, hands tucked behind his head, lazy smile on his lips. Chris swallowed, his mouth dry, and leaned down, kissing those lips. He tried to avoid the mess cooling on Blake’s chest, but Blake wrapped his arms around him and crushed their bodies together. “Hey,” he complained weakly around the tongue that was in his mouth.
“We can do the sheets later,” Blake mumbled against Chris’s lips, reaching for a corner of blanket.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Chris swatted the blanket from Blake’s hand, rolling off the warm body and heading to the bathroom where he used a warm cloth to clean off his chest. Blake appeared in the doorway a moment later, and Chris tossed the cloth to him, smiling as Blake nearly dropped it.
Blake yawned as he cleaned himself, obviously wanting to curl back up under the covers. Chris turned to watch him, grinning when Blake looked up and caught him staring. Chris reached out a hand and touched one of the faint bruises on Blake’s neck. “You didn’t answer me earlier. I really want this to stop being our prelude to sex. It terrifies me that we could screw up.”
Blake stretched up to give his lips a kiss.
Chris sighed, disappointed.
Blake must have heard, because he walked back to the bedroom, motioning with his head for Chris to follow.
When they were both lying side by side on the bed, Blake started to speak:
“Once, when I was fourteen, I went ice fishing with my dad. The ice wasn’t as solid as we had thought it was, and I fell through. It was all slow motion and a bright light. Darkness all around me except that single light. My Dad was able to grab me and pull me out.”
Chris gripped Blake’s hand, surprised at how cold the fingers had gotten, and warmed them with his own.
“It seems silly to compare that moment with this. But everything fades out except for you. It is like you are my bright light and I am 100 percent certain that you will be able to pull me to safety. Everything seems brighter afterwards, more special.”
Chris turned his head to look at Blake, a tear slipping free to slide down his cheek. “We don’t need that to make this ‘special,’ B.”
“I know. I guess we all have an addiction of some kind.”
“Yeah,” Chris agreed, smiling fondly as Blake’s eyes started to slip closed. “We do.”