Entrance
Title: Entrance
'Verse: The Effect
Disclaimer: These are mine, no stealy.
Rating: slash - soft for mild acts of homosexuality. Some kissing. Maybe handholding. ^^;;
Pairing: Chris/Matt
Feedback: Meh. I don’t expect any.
Author’s Notes: Chris is 16 in this fic. He just moved from Manhattan with his father and sister after his huge “outing”. Not as a homosexual, but as a mutant. This is pre-sex addict Chris. (Yes, there was such a time.) He’s quite different from the Chris I role play on XCA.
He shouldn’t be here. If anyone ever found out he’d come here, he’d have to leave the state. Maybe even the country. Chris licked his lips nervously, shaking his bangs out of his eyes and staring at the entrance to the club. He’d been told that Thursday nights were open to anyone eighteen and under. So he’d decided to drop by and check it out.
But now he was nervous. He hadn’t yet explored the gay world, and he had no idea what to expect. Chris knew he had to do this at some point, but maybe it didn’t have to be tonight. He could just keep on walking, go to a movie or something.
A guy his age passed him by and entered the club ahead of him, glancing back at him over his shoulder before he did so, smiling. Chris exhaled, shook his head, and went inside. He paid the fee to a heavily-perfumed woman and got his hand stamped. A rainbow. How cute.
And now what? He wandered through the club, heading towards the dance floor. There was a bar, but a sign posted informed them there were no alcoholic drinks being served. Chris looked around. There were male couples everywhere, flirting, dancing, making out. This was like nothing he’d ever seen before.
He ordered a Coke and sat down at a table, trying to be subtle as he absorbed the atmosphere around him, gazing intently at all the men. He’d never even imagined that the gay community was so… varied. Even being gay himself, he’d still developed a stereotype.
What would my friends think if they saw me here? he wondered miserably. What would my family think?
“Hey there. Wanna dance?”
He looked up to find a handsome young man smiling down at him. Long, almost unruly brown hair and soft brown eyes. A little older than he was, maybe seventeen or eighteen. Chris nodded, a little startled, and he knew his astonishment showed when the other guy’s smile widened. He got up from his seat, managed not to trip over himself, and followed him out on the dance floor.
“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself when he’d found an open space to dance and turned back to him, placing his hands on his hips and pulling him close.
“Ah. Chris.” He blushed a little. He never blushed. He glanced at another couple nearby for some feedback, and mimicked them by placing his arms around Matt’s neck.
“Do you go to school around here?”
“Umm. Lincoln’s.” Chris tried to concentrate on moving his body properly. He didn’t have much experience dancing with other males, and it was different on a whole new level.
“Really?” Matt’s eyes brightened. “I go there too. I’m going to be a senior this year. But you don’t look familiar.”
Chris smiled. “I just moved here.”
“So that’s why I haven’t seen you yet.” Matt laughed lightly, his hands gripped him a little more tightly. “Where did you move here from?”
“Manhattan.” Chris was finding it easier and easier to move with Matt’s body.
“Why’d you move?”
Chris shrugged, looking at a point over Matt’s shoulder. “My parents separated.”
Matt nodded. “I’m sorry. My parents divorced when I was nine, so I know it’s hard. But if you ever want to talk… or anything.”
“Mmm. I’m not much of a talker.”
He laughed again. “I’m beginning to see that. That’s cool. I’ll stop nosing.” He moved his body closer as the song changed, and swayed his body to a different rhythm. “I love this song.”
“Me too.” He’d never heard it before. But he loved the way Matt’s body moved, the way his hair fell over his face, the way he smiled at him. It was almost like loving the song.
They danced in silence for awhile, letting their bodies do the talking for them. Matt had a way of rolling his hips that Chris loved, and this was so different from dancing with a girl. When Matt’s lips began kissing his neck, Chris closed his eyes and let him. It was nice, this letting go.
There were all these weird sofas--but not really sofas--lining the room, and Matt dragged him over to an empty one after awhile. Chris got a little nervous. There were couples making out, and he knew that was what Matt intended, but Chris didn’t have much experience with kissing.
It turned out it didn’t matter. Matt showed him how, guiding him into the art. He started off with a feather-light brush of lips on lips, barely there, but electrifying. Then deeper, but still soft. Again, and again, and then they were open-mouthed, and hot and still tingling. Matt’s tongue carefully flicked at his lips and tongue and it was slick and good, and Chris might have moaned a little to cause Matt to press against him tighter.
They spent the rest of the night in a lip lock. Chris had a lot of catching up to do. They didn’t notice when it reached midnight. Didn’t notice when it turned one. Barely realized the club was emptying.
Around two a.m. they gained a sense of their surroundings again, a little surprised. Chris glanced at his watch and hissed a curse. “I’ve gotta get home.”
“I’m sorry.” Matt pressed his hand to his arm. “I’ve kept you. Do you need a ride?”
“I. Yeah. That’d be nice.”
They talked a little more on the way to the apartment Chris’s dad had rented. Light talk. After-heavy-making-out talk. Chris’s lips were bruised and buzzing. When Matt parked outside the apartment building, they turned to each other. Matt gently ran his hand up and down Chris’s arm.
“So.” Chris swallowed.
“So can I get your number?” Matt asked. Those soft brown eyes held his gaze.
“I… We don’t have our phone hooked up yet.” It was the truth. His dad relied on his cell phone, and hadn’t gotten around to getting a phone line hooked up. Didn’t think it mattered, they had no one to call. Certainly not home.
“Oh.”
“But… if you’re free, maybe we could meet someplace else?”
Matt smiled. “My next day off is Monday.” He paused. “There’s a concert that night. I mean, a local band playing. We could go to that. If you want.”
“Yeah, sure!” Chris winced at his own enthusiasm. “Umm. Where at?”
They made the arrangements, and Matt kissed him again, long and sweet. Chris was breathless. He climbed out of the passenger’s seat, dug his keys out of his pocket, and waved goodbye as Matt drove off.
When he got inside the small apartment space, a lamp was on, and his father was dozing in a chair. Waiting up for him. Chris bit his lip, shut the door quietly behind him, and began silently removing his shoes.
“Where were you?”
It was Miranda. Of course she would have heard him come in. She stared at him disapprovingly from her bedroom door as their father slept on.
“I was out,” Chris whispered. “Shh. Don’t wake dad up.”
“Why were you out so late?” She didn’t keep her voice down.
He rolled his eyes. “Never mind, Manda,” he said irritably. “Just go to bed.”
She pursed her lips, glared at him, and turned away. “You should tell your boyfriend to get his car fixed. The engine is very noisy.”
Chris watched helplessly as she snapped her door shut.
'Verse: The Effect
Disclaimer: These are mine, no stealy.
Rating: slash - soft for mild acts of homosexuality. Some kissing. Maybe handholding. ^^;;
Pairing: Chris/Matt
Feedback: Meh. I don’t expect any.
Author’s Notes: Chris is 16 in this fic. He just moved from Manhattan with his father and sister after his huge “outing”. Not as a homosexual, but as a mutant. This is pre-sex addict Chris. (Yes, there was such a time.) He’s quite different from the Chris I role play on XCA.
He shouldn’t be here. If anyone ever found out he’d come here, he’d have to leave the state. Maybe even the country. Chris licked his lips nervously, shaking his bangs out of his eyes and staring at the entrance to the club. He’d been told that Thursday nights were open to anyone eighteen and under. So he’d decided to drop by and check it out.
But now he was nervous. He hadn’t yet explored the gay world, and he had no idea what to expect. Chris knew he had to do this at some point, but maybe it didn’t have to be tonight. He could just keep on walking, go to a movie or something.
A guy his age passed him by and entered the club ahead of him, glancing back at him over his shoulder before he did so, smiling. Chris exhaled, shook his head, and went inside. He paid the fee to a heavily-perfumed woman and got his hand stamped. A rainbow. How cute.
And now what? He wandered through the club, heading towards the dance floor. There was a bar, but a sign posted informed them there were no alcoholic drinks being served. Chris looked around. There were male couples everywhere, flirting, dancing, making out. This was like nothing he’d ever seen before.
He ordered a Coke and sat down at a table, trying to be subtle as he absorbed the atmosphere around him, gazing intently at all the men. He’d never even imagined that the gay community was so… varied. Even being gay himself, he’d still developed a stereotype.
What would my friends think if they saw me here? he wondered miserably. What would my family think?
“Hey there. Wanna dance?”
He looked up to find a handsome young man smiling down at him. Long, almost unruly brown hair and soft brown eyes. A little older than he was, maybe seventeen or eighteen. Chris nodded, a little startled, and he knew his astonishment showed when the other guy’s smile widened. He got up from his seat, managed not to trip over himself, and followed him out on the dance floor.
“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself when he’d found an open space to dance and turned back to him, placing his hands on his hips and pulling him close.
“Ah. Chris.” He blushed a little. He never blushed. He glanced at another couple nearby for some feedback, and mimicked them by placing his arms around Matt’s neck.
“Do you go to school around here?”
“Umm. Lincoln’s.” Chris tried to concentrate on moving his body properly. He didn’t have much experience dancing with other males, and it was different on a whole new level.
“Really?” Matt’s eyes brightened. “I go there too. I’m going to be a senior this year. But you don’t look familiar.”
Chris smiled. “I just moved here.”
“So that’s why I haven’t seen you yet.” Matt laughed lightly, his hands gripped him a little more tightly. “Where did you move here from?”
“Manhattan.” Chris was finding it easier and easier to move with Matt’s body.
“Why’d you move?”
Chris shrugged, looking at a point over Matt’s shoulder. “My parents separated.”
Matt nodded. “I’m sorry. My parents divorced when I was nine, so I know it’s hard. But if you ever want to talk… or anything.”
“Mmm. I’m not much of a talker.”
He laughed again. “I’m beginning to see that. That’s cool. I’ll stop nosing.” He moved his body closer as the song changed, and swayed his body to a different rhythm. “I love this song.”
“Me too.” He’d never heard it before. But he loved the way Matt’s body moved, the way his hair fell over his face, the way he smiled at him. It was almost like loving the song.
They danced in silence for awhile, letting their bodies do the talking for them. Matt had a way of rolling his hips that Chris loved, and this was so different from dancing with a girl. When Matt’s lips began kissing his neck, Chris closed his eyes and let him. It was nice, this letting go.
There were all these weird sofas--but not really sofas--lining the room, and Matt dragged him over to an empty one after awhile. Chris got a little nervous. There were couples making out, and he knew that was what Matt intended, but Chris didn’t have much experience with kissing.
It turned out it didn’t matter. Matt showed him how, guiding him into the art. He started off with a feather-light brush of lips on lips, barely there, but electrifying. Then deeper, but still soft. Again, and again, and then they were open-mouthed, and hot and still tingling. Matt’s tongue carefully flicked at his lips and tongue and it was slick and good, and Chris might have moaned a little to cause Matt to press against him tighter.
They spent the rest of the night in a lip lock. Chris had a lot of catching up to do. They didn’t notice when it reached midnight. Didn’t notice when it turned one. Barely realized the club was emptying.
Around two a.m. they gained a sense of their surroundings again, a little surprised. Chris glanced at his watch and hissed a curse. “I’ve gotta get home.”
“I’m sorry.” Matt pressed his hand to his arm. “I’ve kept you. Do you need a ride?”
“I. Yeah. That’d be nice.”
They talked a little more on the way to the apartment Chris’s dad had rented. Light talk. After-heavy-making-out talk. Chris’s lips were bruised and buzzing. When Matt parked outside the apartment building, they turned to each other. Matt gently ran his hand up and down Chris’s arm.
“So.” Chris swallowed.
“So can I get your number?” Matt asked. Those soft brown eyes held his gaze.
“I… We don’t have our phone hooked up yet.” It was the truth. His dad relied on his cell phone, and hadn’t gotten around to getting a phone line hooked up. Didn’t think it mattered, they had no one to call. Certainly not home.
“Oh.”
“But… if you’re free, maybe we could meet someplace else?”
Matt smiled. “My next day off is Monday.” He paused. “There’s a concert that night. I mean, a local band playing. We could go to that. If you want.”
“Yeah, sure!” Chris winced at his own enthusiasm. “Umm. Where at?”
They made the arrangements, and Matt kissed him again, long and sweet. Chris was breathless. He climbed out of the passenger’s seat, dug his keys out of his pocket, and waved goodbye as Matt drove off.
When he got inside the small apartment space, a lamp was on, and his father was dozing in a chair. Waiting up for him. Chris bit his lip, shut the door quietly behind him, and began silently removing his shoes.
“Where were you?”
It was Miranda. Of course she would have heard him come in. She stared at him disapprovingly from her bedroom door as their father slept on.
“I was out,” Chris whispered. “Shh. Don’t wake dad up.”
“Why were you out so late?” She didn’t keep her voice down.
He rolled his eyes. “Never mind, Manda,” he said irritably. “Just go to bed.”
She pursed her lips, glared at him, and turned away. “You should tell your boyfriend to get his car fixed. The engine is very noisy.”
Chris watched helplessly as she snapped her door shut.