As I continue to procrastinate....
Title: Hazardous
'Verse: The Effect
Rating: slash - hard
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Author's Notes: I don't want to work on either of my papers. So I present... this. Seth and Chris, presumably after Seth finally gives in to Chris and they start what will be a possibly unhealthy relationship. LSD-verse. (aaand no one knows what I'm talking about except for Azy but that's okay because it's for her. And me. Cuz it's some kind of hot. And funny.)
Hot mouth on hot skin, licking his way down his torso, around a nipple, down the center to dip into his navel. Then back up again, nuzzling his neck, licking and biting there. Seth bit his lip, pressed his hands on Chris’s shoulders, and let out a huff of air. He should have known having sex with Chris would be hazardous to his sleeping habits.
“I have to work in the morning,” he reminded him, threading his fingers through his hair.
“Okay.” And Chris rolled right off, as if the erection he’d been pressing into Seth’s thigh a moment earlier had been nothing.
Seth growled, literally growled, and rolled onto Chris, straddling him. “I didn’t say stop,” he hissed. Chris laughed and pulled his head down for a kiss. Kissing Chris was like falling into the sea, you just drowned in it. They were deep and searching, like he was finding bits of you that you didn’t even know you had.
They kissed and kissed and stroked and Seth found himself between Chris’s thighs, looking up at him with a question in his eyes. But Chris was staring determinedly at the ceiling. So Seth smacked him on the thigh. Harder than was absolutely necessary, but there you have it.
“Hey. Is this…. Can I?”
It was a necessary question. As far as Seth knew, Chris only topped. The long pause after Seth’s inquiry was answer enough. He started to back off, but then Chris bent forward, kissed him, and grinned crookedly.
“Okay,” he agreed. “But afterwards you need to, you know, send me flowers or something. So I don’t feel cheap.”
Seth snorted and didn’t dignify that with a response, other than to accept the lube Chris handed him. He slicked his fingers and edged them towards Chris’s hole, sliding one in carefully. Chris made a face and squirmed.
“Have you ever-?”
“Not in a damn long time,” Chris muttered. “Just… go slow, will ya?”
“Of course.” And he did, despite the ache of want, stretching Chris as carefully as he would a virgin, and that thought almost made him laugh. His lips twitched, and Chris gave him a funny look, but he merely shook his head and pulled his fingers back, pouring more lube into his hand this time to slick himself.
“Go slow,” Chris reminded him, his voice hitching as the head of Seth’s cock bumped against his asshole.
“Jesus. I will. Trust me.”
That was the whole point, Seth realized a moment later, as he pushed slowly inside. Chris did trust him. He felt that. And he felt the curls of pleasure in his gut, and something else that Seth blocked out, squeezing his eyes shut and refusing it. Felt Chris take the last few inches and groaned.
They stayed still for a little while, so that Chris could adjust. Seth checked to make sure he was still okay with this. There was a fleeting shadow of anxiety somewhere underneath the excitement and that something-else. Seth paused, curled his hand around his length, and moved to the rhythm of his pumping fist. Chris dug his fingers into his back, tightened his legs around his waist, and moved with it.
Slow, like they sometimes did, and lovely like it always was.
Chris, as per usual, slept until well past noon the next day, waking up only briefly when Seth rolled out of bed sometime around seven to get ready for work, murmuring pathetically for him to stay before falling back asleep again.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before wandering downstairs, mussing his rumpled hair to make it look more sexed up. It was a weekend. Chris hated when Seth worked the weekends, which was often. Chris hated when Seth worked at all, actually.
“Ah, Christopher, something arrived for you about an hour ago,” Ethan told him as he passed him by on the way to the kitchen for some breakfast. “It’s in the living room.”
Curiosity piqued, Chris swiveled around to head towards the living room. A vase of flowers was sitting on the table. Chris stared at them, nonplussed. A small card rested amongst the blossoms, his name scrawled on it in unfamiliar, loopy handwriting. He opened the card, and remembered.
‘For you-Seth’ was all it said. Chris’s lips twisted into a smirk. He lifted up the vase, sniffed deeply, and carried them away as he headed back up to his room.
“Chris?” Graham came down the stairs, Elijah at his side, most likely on a study break. “Who sent you flowers?”
“Seth did,” he informed him smugly.
“Oh. Why?”
“Cuz I let him fuck me.” He winked at them. “And it was good.”
The twin blushes on their faces made it worth it.
'Verse: The Effect
Rating: slash - hard
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Author's Notes: I don't want to work on either of my papers. So I present... this. Seth and Chris, presumably after Seth finally gives in to Chris and they start what will be a possibly unhealthy relationship. LSD-verse. (aaand no one knows what I'm talking about except for Azy but that's okay because it's for her. And me. Cuz it's some kind of hot. And funny.)
Hot mouth on hot skin, licking his way down his torso, around a nipple, down the center to dip into his navel. Then back up again, nuzzling his neck, licking and biting there. Seth bit his lip, pressed his hands on Chris’s shoulders, and let out a huff of air. He should have known having sex with Chris would be hazardous to his sleeping habits.
“I have to work in the morning,” he reminded him, threading his fingers through his hair.
“Okay.” And Chris rolled right off, as if the erection he’d been pressing into Seth’s thigh a moment earlier had been nothing.
Seth growled, literally growled, and rolled onto Chris, straddling him. “I didn’t say stop,” he hissed. Chris laughed and pulled his head down for a kiss. Kissing Chris was like falling into the sea, you just drowned in it. They were deep and searching, like he was finding bits of you that you didn’t even know you had.
They kissed and kissed and stroked and Seth found himself between Chris’s thighs, looking up at him with a question in his eyes. But Chris was staring determinedly at the ceiling. So Seth smacked him on the thigh. Harder than was absolutely necessary, but there you have it.
“Hey. Is this…. Can I?”
It was a necessary question. As far as Seth knew, Chris only topped. The long pause after Seth’s inquiry was answer enough. He started to back off, but then Chris bent forward, kissed him, and grinned crookedly.
“Okay,” he agreed. “But afterwards you need to, you know, send me flowers or something. So I don’t feel cheap.”
Seth snorted and didn’t dignify that with a response, other than to accept the lube Chris handed him. He slicked his fingers and edged them towards Chris’s hole, sliding one in carefully. Chris made a face and squirmed.
“Have you ever-?”
“Not in a damn long time,” Chris muttered. “Just… go slow, will ya?”
“Of course.” And he did, despite the ache of want, stretching Chris as carefully as he would a virgin, and that thought almost made him laugh. His lips twitched, and Chris gave him a funny look, but he merely shook his head and pulled his fingers back, pouring more lube into his hand this time to slick himself.
“Go slow,” Chris reminded him, his voice hitching as the head of Seth’s cock bumped against his asshole.
“Jesus. I will. Trust me.”
That was the whole point, Seth realized a moment later, as he pushed slowly inside. Chris did trust him. He felt that. And he felt the curls of pleasure in his gut, and something else that Seth blocked out, squeezing his eyes shut and refusing it. Felt Chris take the last few inches and groaned.
They stayed still for a little while, so that Chris could adjust. Seth checked to make sure he was still okay with this. There was a fleeting shadow of anxiety somewhere underneath the excitement and that something-else. Seth paused, curled his hand around his length, and moved to the rhythm of his pumping fist. Chris dug his fingers into his back, tightened his legs around his waist, and moved with it.
Slow, like they sometimes did, and lovely like it always was.
Chris, as per usual, slept until well past noon the next day, waking up only briefly when Seth rolled out of bed sometime around seven to get ready for work, murmuring pathetically for him to stay before falling back asleep again.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before wandering downstairs, mussing his rumpled hair to make it look more sexed up. It was a weekend. Chris hated when Seth worked the weekends, which was often. Chris hated when Seth worked at all, actually.
“Ah, Christopher, something arrived for you about an hour ago,” Ethan told him as he passed him by on the way to the kitchen for some breakfast. “It’s in the living room.”
Curiosity piqued, Chris swiveled around to head towards the living room. A vase of flowers was sitting on the table. Chris stared at them, nonplussed. A small card rested amongst the blossoms, his name scrawled on it in unfamiliar, loopy handwriting. He opened the card, and remembered.
‘For you-Seth’ was all it said. Chris’s lips twisted into a smirk. He lifted up the vase, sniffed deeply, and carried them away as he headed back up to his room.
“Chris?” Graham came down the stairs, Elijah at his side, most likely on a study break. “Who sent you flowers?”
“Seth did,” he informed him smugly.
“Oh. Why?”
“Cuz I let him fuck me.” He winked at them. “And it was good.”
The twin blushes on their faces made it worth it.