[Slash] Roller Coaster Cotton Candy - CK/CMM for schmoop_bingo
Title: Roller Coaster Cotton Candy
Author: anyothergirl415
Fandoms: CWRPS - this part specifically Christian Kane/Chad Michael Murray
Prompt: Amusement Park
Medium: Fic
Rating: R for language
Words: ~2,200
Warnings: Erm. Schmoop? Slightly squinty Chad? Foul words ahoy!
Summary: Christian takes his boyfriend to an amusement park, this is what happens.
Notes: For schmoop_bingo my table is here. All stories are interlinked but don’t necessarily need to be read in order.
“This line is long. It’s long Christian and I don’t want to stand in it.” Chad sighed with all the dramatic force he could muster. Which, for such a skinny guy, was quite a lot. And probably pretty impressive if Christian hadn’t already heard it more than ten times in the last five minutes.
“You begged. And pleaded. And gave me a blow job just to get me to bring you here so shut it already.” Christian caught the narrowed eyes of the older woman standing with her grandkids in front of them and rolled his eyes. Yeah, he probably needed to keep things a bit more G-rated around a kids park. Or whatever.
“But why is the line so long?” Chad whined, nose scrunching up.
If it wasn’t so adorable, Christian really would be annoyed. Only he was pretty much head over heels for this man, so there was no escaping the endearing momentary flash of a smile. “Because everybody wants to ride the roller coaster?”
“They should wait. And ride it after us. I can’t even see the front.” Chad pushed up on his tip toes, towering over the crowd, for a moment before dropping down and slouching hard into Christian’s side. “We’ll be lucky to ride anything more than this one ride.”
“You’ll be lucky to be living by the end of this one ride,” Christian huffed, arm looping around Chad’s middle automatically.
“You love me.” Chad mumbled, head falling to Christian’s shoulder, body swaying them both from side to side.
“You’re fucking lucky I do.” Christian grumbled in return, pressing his lips to Chad’s temple. If he didn’t love Chad, he certainly wouldn’t be here. Standing in a stupidly long line for a ride he wasn’t sure was completely stable, dealing with the screams of children running by and well, he was pretty sure he’d stepped in gum at some point. Damnit. That would teach him to wear his favorite boots to some crap amusement park.
The line moved like molasses, unsurprisingly, and Christian spent the good majority of it with Chad hanging off him like he wasn’t at least three inches taller. Christian pretended like he minded. He didn’t. At some point the kid in front of them - with the old woman who was clearly not approving - turned back and stuck his tongue out at Chad. Christian snorted when Chad returned it easily, eyes narrowing into a squint that should be patented. The Chad Michael Murray squint of doom.
Clearly the kid was not to be deterred, fingers curling around his ears and pulling out, cheeks puffing into the perfect impression of a frog. Christian’s eyes turned skyward as Chad detached himself and dragged hands through his long hair until it looked quite similar to post sex tangles. His eyes crossed toward his nose, bottom lip puckering out in the most full blown pout Christian had ever seen.
As the kid made another equally ridiculous face, Christian coughed and punched his fist into Chad’s arm. “Let’s remember how old we are Chad. Seriously.”
“How will I ever have any fun in my life?” Chad sighed - yes, the dramatic, full body sigh - and shook his head. When the kid smirked at him in triumph, Chad flipped him off.
“Chad!” Christian hissed, hooking an arm over his neck and pulling him close. Not before he caught the disapproving - and mostly offended - glare from the older woman. “What the fuck man? Can’t you pretend to be older than, I don’t know, twelve?”
“You get off on me being young and you know it.” Chad smirked and nipped at his neck, teeth dragging over the skin.
Christian rolled his lips together, to hide the moan in his throat, and shook his head. “Jesus fuck I hate you sometimes.”
“Mmhmm, I know you do.” Chad chuckled and hung from Christian for a moment, swaying them back and forth before pulling back and looking around. “God this line is long.”
A heavy sigh left Christian’s lips. This was the last time he was taking Chad anywhere. Seriously.
-=-=-=-
“I don’t want to get on.” Chad whispered, voice tight and clipped, hand tightening on Christian’s forearm.
“What?” Christian blinked, stopping two steps from the ride cart and looking back at his boyfriend. “We stood in line for over an hour.”
“Yeah. But. Now I don’t want to go.” Chad frowned, lips pursing into a tight downward line. He eyed with ride with serious trepidation, like it might come up and bite him at any moment.
Christian’s eyes widened. He knew his boyfriend well enough to recognize the actual fear there. It was enough to turn the rest of the way and take both Chad’s hands in his, squeezing softly. “Come on, you spent all of the last week talking about how much you wanted to ride this and here we are. I’ll hold your hand the entire time.”
Fear, uncertainty, resignation passed across Chad’s face before he sighed and slowly nodded. “Okay. Just. Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” Christian murmured, leaning in to press a small kiss to the edge of Chad’s lips before climbing into the car, scooting over to the far seat.
He went through more effort than he usually would to ensure Chad’s buckle was secure, pressing down the handle bars over his shoulders. Chad’s fingers were white along the top handle, eyes blinking wide open ahead of him. If this were any other time Christian would have teased him mercilessly, but he was a sucker for all things Murray, so he pried his hand free and laced their fingers together, smiling reassuringly at him.
The ride jerked once as it began and Chad jumped in his seat, looking over at Christian with wide eyes. “Oh shit.”
“You’re fine.” Christian grinned, squeezing Chad’s hand. Sure, right now he wasn’t teasing his boyfriend. But after? Oh god. This was ammunition for a lifetime.
-=-=-=-
“That. Was. Awesome.” Chad grinned, bouncing out the turnstile and grabbing Christian’s arm, pulling him through the crowd of people. “So, so very awesome. The most amazing thing in the entire world. When we went upside down? And then when it paused. And then it went backward. Holy fucking shit that was the most amazing thing in the entire world.”
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Christian huffed and shook his head. “Somehow I knew you’d love it.”
“Aw schmoopkins, you know I love you best.” Chad cupped his jaw, shaking his head from side to side and laughing when Christian’s fist connected into his abs. “Let’s get some cotton candy.”
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s what you need.” Christian snorted but allowed Chad to drag him to the nearest cotton candy vender, less than five feet away. There was a line there - naturally - and Chad was bouncing at his side the entire time, head turning one way than the other, scanning the park excitedly.
The sun was beating down on Christian, too bright and burning, and his over active boyfriend was not making his mood any better. Except when he looked over at the bright sparkling eyes and large grin and his heart kind of melted. Just a little.
They ordered one pink cotton candy and Chad stuffed a large chunk in his mouth, humming happily while Christian paid. The things he did for his boyfriend, really, it was unnatural. Or maybe just a sign of how stupidly in love he was. Christian wasn’t admitting that out loud though.
“You know I’m telling Padalecki you almost chickened out of the Mind Eraser.” Christian informed, helping himself to some cotton candy as they moved through the park.
“Okay, then I’m telling Ackles you like me to call you Daddy while we fuck.” Chad said easily, smirking as a group of girls walking past stared at them with wide eyes.
Christian spurted on the fluffy sugar in his mouth, eyes widening. “I do not.”
“Mmm, Daddy, I like it all rough.” Chad growled into his ear, squeezing his ass for extra oomph to the words.
“Chad,” Christian groaned and shook his head roughly, looking behind him to catch the scandalized look on the couple a few feet back. “Is it your goal to scar every person in this park today?”
“I want to give you a blow job in the tea cups.” Chad smirked, stuffing more cotton candy into his mouth.
“I’m going to stop taking you out in public.” Christian sighed, but there was a smile on his lips and it was basically unavoidable.
-=-=-=-
“I might be sick,” Chad groaned, laying his hand flat over his stomach and leaning against the side railing.
“Was it the chili cheese fries? Or the cotton candy? Or the ice cream sundae?” Christian smirked, leaning beside his boyfriend and staring out at the people passing.
“Shut up you asswipe, if I vomit I’m aiming for your precious cowboy boots,” Chad threatened, leaning down slightly.
“I know where you sleep Murray.” Christian moved his boots out of the way, just in case. You never knew with Chad and the gum might be easy to get off, throw up? Not so much.
Chad sighed and pressed against Christian’s side, smiling when the man’s arm moved to wrap around him. “When I don’t feel like I might upchuck, can we go on that one ride that spins you around and presses you flat against the wall so you slide up?”
“Sounds exhilarating.” Christian said flatly, just so Chad wouldn’t think he was actually interested in the ride. Truthfully though, Christian was having the time of his life and he had no idea why it had been so many years since he last went to an amusement park. They needed to do things like that more often.
“Christian,” Chad had learned how to whine his boyfriend’s name very well. Now he dragged it out like an anguished cry. “I’m going to die.”
“You know, I don’t really find your melodrama appetizing.” Patting Chad’s head, Christian smirked. He’d warned his boyfriend against lethal dosages of amusement park food but alas, Chad listened to him about every one and a hundred times so here they were.
“Tell me why I love you,” Chad grumbled, shoving at Christian halfheartedly.
“I’m guessing it’s my cock size.” Christian nodded solemnly. The man passing in front of them tripped over thin air and looked toward them wide eyes. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out of the park yet.
-=-=-=-
Eyes narrowing, Christian stared hard at the target in front of him, lifting the gun and taking aim. A tiny pellet flew out of the barrel, landing smack in the middle of the target and the crowd around them cheered. Christian grinned when Chad jumped up and down, throwing his arms around him.
“Get the blue one. I want the blue one!” He pointed excitedly at the row of large stuffed animals pinned up to the side of the booth.
“Blue one it is.” Christian shrugged and set the gun down. He’d landed all five shots, and even if it was just some stupid attraction at an amusement park, he’d never been more proud of himself.
The worker pulled the blue dog down and carried it over, offering it out to Chad who wasted no time in snatching it up, curling his arms around it. “I am going to name him Raphael and he’s going to live in our bedroom.”
“I highly doubt that,” Christian scoffed, smiling at the little boy who was begging his Daddy to win him a large stuffed dog just like that.
Chad stroked the top of the dog’s head affectionately and grinned at Christian. “You won me a stuffed dog. Wait until I tell Ackles.”
“Sure. Then I’ll tell Padalecki how you screamed like a little girl on the Twister.” Christian smirked, looping his arm around Chad’s waist to guide them toward the exit of the amusement park.
The sun was starting to set, sending streaks of gold across Chad’s long hair as he shook it. “Lies I tell you. All horrible, dangerous lies.”
“I had the video on my phone on.” Christian grinned wickedly, free hand sliding up through his hair. “Deny it all you want Murray, but I’ve got blackmail for life.”
Chad’s face paled and he stopped, blinking over at his boyfriend. “Oh god. You’re serious?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Christian laughed and shoved his boyfriend forward.
-=-=-=-
“There you go Raphael, safe and sound.” Chad patted the large dog’s head. They’d compromised, it was now in the corner of the office, taking up far too much room but safely out of sight at least from any Ackles or Padalecki’s or the ever pesky M’s.
“Did you have a good day?” Christian asked quietly, moving forward to meet Chad’s step into their bedroom.
“The best.” Chad sighed wistfully, arms looping around Christian’s middle, pulling him closer. “Want to end it on an even better note?”
“Mm, sounds good to me.” Christian murmured, lips lingering over Chad’s.
“Love you,” Chad breathed, backing them toward the bed, hands sliding under Christian’s shirt and mapping over his skin.
“Love you more,” Christian hummed, turning them at the last moment to lay his boyfriend out over their comforter.
Author: anyothergirl415
Fandoms: CWRPS - this part specifically Christian Kane/Chad Michael Murray
Prompt: Amusement Park
Medium: Fic
Rating: R for language
Words: ~2,200
Warnings: Erm. Schmoop? Slightly squinty Chad? Foul words ahoy!
Summary: Christian takes his boyfriend to an amusement park, this is what happens.
Notes: For schmoop_bingo my table is here. All stories are interlinked but don’t necessarily need to be read in order.
“This line is long. It’s long Christian and I don’t want to stand in it.” Chad sighed with all the dramatic force he could muster. Which, for such a skinny guy, was quite a lot. And probably pretty impressive if Christian hadn’t already heard it more than ten times in the last five minutes.
“You begged. And pleaded. And gave me a blow job just to get me to bring you here so shut it already.” Christian caught the narrowed eyes of the older woman standing with her grandkids in front of them and rolled his eyes. Yeah, he probably needed to keep things a bit more G-rated around a kids park. Or whatever.
“But why is the line so long?” Chad whined, nose scrunching up.
If it wasn’t so adorable, Christian really would be annoyed. Only he was pretty much head over heels for this man, so there was no escaping the endearing momentary flash of a smile. “Because everybody wants to ride the roller coaster?”
“They should wait. And ride it after us. I can’t even see the front.” Chad pushed up on his tip toes, towering over the crowd, for a moment before dropping down and slouching hard into Christian’s side. “We’ll be lucky to ride anything more than this one ride.”
“You’ll be lucky to be living by the end of this one ride,” Christian huffed, arm looping around Chad’s middle automatically.
“You love me.” Chad mumbled, head falling to Christian’s shoulder, body swaying them both from side to side.
“You’re fucking lucky I do.” Christian grumbled in return, pressing his lips to Chad’s temple. If he didn’t love Chad, he certainly wouldn’t be here. Standing in a stupidly long line for a ride he wasn’t sure was completely stable, dealing with the screams of children running by and well, he was pretty sure he’d stepped in gum at some point. Damnit. That would teach him to wear his favorite boots to some crap amusement park.
The line moved like molasses, unsurprisingly, and Christian spent the good majority of it with Chad hanging off him like he wasn’t at least three inches taller. Christian pretended like he minded. He didn’t. At some point the kid in front of them - with the old woman who was clearly not approving - turned back and stuck his tongue out at Chad. Christian snorted when Chad returned it easily, eyes narrowing into a squint that should be patented. The Chad Michael Murray squint of doom.
Clearly the kid was not to be deterred, fingers curling around his ears and pulling out, cheeks puffing into the perfect impression of a frog. Christian’s eyes turned skyward as Chad detached himself and dragged hands through his long hair until it looked quite similar to post sex tangles. His eyes crossed toward his nose, bottom lip puckering out in the most full blown pout Christian had ever seen.
As the kid made another equally ridiculous face, Christian coughed and punched his fist into Chad’s arm. “Let’s remember how old we are Chad. Seriously.”
“How will I ever have any fun in my life?” Chad sighed - yes, the dramatic, full body sigh - and shook his head. When the kid smirked at him in triumph, Chad flipped him off.
“Chad!” Christian hissed, hooking an arm over his neck and pulling him close. Not before he caught the disapproving - and mostly offended - glare from the older woman. “What the fuck man? Can’t you pretend to be older than, I don’t know, twelve?”
“You get off on me being young and you know it.” Chad smirked and nipped at his neck, teeth dragging over the skin.
Christian rolled his lips together, to hide the moan in his throat, and shook his head. “Jesus fuck I hate you sometimes.”
“Mmhmm, I know you do.” Chad chuckled and hung from Christian for a moment, swaying them back and forth before pulling back and looking around. “God this line is long.”
A heavy sigh left Christian’s lips. This was the last time he was taking Chad anywhere. Seriously.
-=-=-=-
“I don’t want to get on.” Chad whispered, voice tight and clipped, hand tightening on Christian’s forearm.
“What?” Christian blinked, stopping two steps from the ride cart and looking back at his boyfriend. “We stood in line for over an hour.”
“Yeah. But. Now I don’t want to go.” Chad frowned, lips pursing into a tight downward line. He eyed with ride with serious trepidation, like it might come up and bite him at any moment.
Christian’s eyes widened. He knew his boyfriend well enough to recognize the actual fear there. It was enough to turn the rest of the way and take both Chad’s hands in his, squeezing softly. “Come on, you spent all of the last week talking about how much you wanted to ride this and here we are. I’ll hold your hand the entire time.”
Fear, uncertainty, resignation passed across Chad’s face before he sighed and slowly nodded. “Okay. Just. Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.” Christian murmured, leaning in to press a small kiss to the edge of Chad’s lips before climbing into the car, scooting over to the far seat.
He went through more effort than he usually would to ensure Chad’s buckle was secure, pressing down the handle bars over his shoulders. Chad’s fingers were white along the top handle, eyes blinking wide open ahead of him. If this were any other time Christian would have teased him mercilessly, but he was a sucker for all things Murray, so he pried his hand free and laced their fingers together, smiling reassuringly at him.
The ride jerked once as it began and Chad jumped in his seat, looking over at Christian with wide eyes. “Oh shit.”
“You’re fine.” Christian grinned, squeezing Chad’s hand. Sure, right now he wasn’t teasing his boyfriend. But after? Oh god. This was ammunition for a lifetime.
-=-=-=-
“That. Was. Awesome.” Chad grinned, bouncing out the turnstile and grabbing Christian’s arm, pulling him through the crowd of people. “So, so very awesome. The most amazing thing in the entire world. When we went upside down? And then when it paused. And then it went backward. Holy fucking shit that was the most amazing thing in the entire world.”
“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Christian huffed and shook his head. “Somehow I knew you’d love it.”
“Aw schmoopkins, you know I love you best.” Chad cupped his jaw, shaking his head from side to side and laughing when Christian’s fist connected into his abs. “Let’s get some cotton candy.”
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s what you need.” Christian snorted but allowed Chad to drag him to the nearest cotton candy vender, less than five feet away. There was a line there - naturally - and Chad was bouncing at his side the entire time, head turning one way than the other, scanning the park excitedly.
The sun was beating down on Christian, too bright and burning, and his over active boyfriend was not making his mood any better. Except when he looked over at the bright sparkling eyes and large grin and his heart kind of melted. Just a little.
They ordered one pink cotton candy and Chad stuffed a large chunk in his mouth, humming happily while Christian paid. The things he did for his boyfriend, really, it was unnatural. Or maybe just a sign of how stupidly in love he was. Christian wasn’t admitting that out loud though.
“You know I’m telling Padalecki you almost chickened out of the Mind Eraser.” Christian informed, helping himself to some cotton candy as they moved through the park.
“Okay, then I’m telling Ackles you like me to call you Daddy while we fuck.” Chad said easily, smirking as a group of girls walking past stared at them with wide eyes.
Christian spurted on the fluffy sugar in his mouth, eyes widening. “I do not.”
“Mmm, Daddy, I like it all rough.” Chad growled into his ear, squeezing his ass for extra oomph to the words.
“Chad,” Christian groaned and shook his head roughly, looking behind him to catch the scandalized look on the couple a few feet back. “Is it your goal to scar every person in this park today?”
“I want to give you a blow job in the tea cups.” Chad smirked, stuffing more cotton candy into his mouth.
“I’m going to stop taking you out in public.” Christian sighed, but there was a smile on his lips and it was basically unavoidable.
-=-=-=-
“I might be sick,” Chad groaned, laying his hand flat over his stomach and leaning against the side railing.
“Was it the chili cheese fries? Or the cotton candy? Or the ice cream sundae?” Christian smirked, leaning beside his boyfriend and staring out at the people passing.
“Shut up you asswipe, if I vomit I’m aiming for your precious cowboy boots,” Chad threatened, leaning down slightly.
“I know where you sleep Murray.” Christian moved his boots out of the way, just in case. You never knew with Chad and the gum might be easy to get off, throw up? Not so much.
Chad sighed and pressed against Christian’s side, smiling when the man’s arm moved to wrap around him. “When I don’t feel like I might upchuck, can we go on that one ride that spins you around and presses you flat against the wall so you slide up?”
“Sounds exhilarating.” Christian said flatly, just so Chad wouldn’t think he was actually interested in the ride. Truthfully though, Christian was having the time of his life and he had no idea why it had been so many years since he last went to an amusement park. They needed to do things like that more often.
“Christian,” Chad had learned how to whine his boyfriend’s name very well. Now he dragged it out like an anguished cry. “I’m going to die.”
“You know, I don’t really find your melodrama appetizing.” Patting Chad’s head, Christian smirked. He’d warned his boyfriend against lethal dosages of amusement park food but alas, Chad listened to him about every one and a hundred times so here they were.
“Tell me why I love you,” Chad grumbled, shoving at Christian halfheartedly.
“I’m guessing it’s my cock size.” Christian nodded solemnly. The man passing in front of them tripped over thin air and looked toward them wide eyes. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out of the park yet.
-=-=-=-
Eyes narrowing, Christian stared hard at the target in front of him, lifting the gun and taking aim. A tiny pellet flew out of the barrel, landing smack in the middle of the target and the crowd around them cheered. Christian grinned when Chad jumped up and down, throwing his arms around him.
“Get the blue one. I want the blue one!” He pointed excitedly at the row of large stuffed animals pinned up to the side of the booth.
“Blue one it is.” Christian shrugged and set the gun down. He’d landed all five shots, and even if it was just some stupid attraction at an amusement park, he’d never been more proud of himself.
The worker pulled the blue dog down and carried it over, offering it out to Chad who wasted no time in snatching it up, curling his arms around it. “I am going to name him Raphael and he’s going to live in our bedroom.”
“I highly doubt that,” Christian scoffed, smiling at the little boy who was begging his Daddy to win him a large stuffed dog just like that.
Chad stroked the top of the dog’s head affectionately and grinned at Christian. “You won me a stuffed dog. Wait until I tell Ackles.”
“Sure. Then I’ll tell Padalecki how you screamed like a little girl on the Twister.” Christian smirked, looping his arm around Chad’s waist to guide them toward the exit of the amusement park.
The sun was starting to set, sending streaks of gold across Chad’s long hair as he shook it. “Lies I tell you. All horrible, dangerous lies.”
“I had the video on my phone on.” Christian grinned wickedly, free hand sliding up through his hair. “Deny it all you want Murray, but I’ve got blackmail for life.”
Chad’s face paled and he stopped, blinking over at his boyfriend. “Oh god. You’re serious?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Christian laughed and shoved his boyfriend forward.
-=-=-=-
“There you go Raphael, safe and sound.” Chad patted the large dog’s head. They’d compromised, it was now in the corner of the office, taking up far too much room but safely out of sight at least from any Ackles or Padalecki’s or the ever pesky M’s.
“Did you have a good day?” Christian asked quietly, moving forward to meet Chad’s step into their bedroom.
“The best.” Chad sighed wistfully, arms looping around Christian’s middle, pulling him closer. “Want to end it on an even better note?”
“Mm, sounds good to me.” Christian murmured, lips lingering over Chad’s.
“Love you,” Chad breathed, backing them toward the bed, hands sliding under Christian’s shirt and mapping over his skin.
“Love you more,” Christian hummed, turning them at the last moment to lay his boyfriend out over their comforter.