Uncontrolled
Title: Uncontrolled
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Rating: slash - soft
Author's Note: Seth can't control his empathy, and Chris winds up on the receiving end.
Seth, Keith, Ethan, and Nate belong to guiltycross. Chris, Brook, Graham, and Laurie belong to me.
There were days that Seth let his guard down. Days he let himself relax on the couch with Chris and watch movies. Today he was reclining on the cushions with his housemate, watching Live Free or Die Hard and indulging in some popcorn. The movie wasn't bad, a little cliché, but not necessarily bad.
"Bad guy's hot," Chris said, munching on a handful of popcorn.
Seth snorted. "So's his girlfriend."
They watched in a sort of complacent silence for awhile. Chris made some smart remarks about how his new nickname should be The Warlock. Seth suggested he certainly fit the stereotypical appearance of the nerdy guy living in his mother's basement, to which Chris sulked for a good five minutes.
Around them, the house got ready for the night. Graham went upstairs. Brooklyn and Keith went to their room, and Seth turned down the volume as a courtesy. Ethan retired to his wing of the house. Nate was still in the lab, and there was never any telling where Laurie was at any particular time.
Fifteen minutes went by. Seth felt a warm tingle in his stomach, and shifted in his seat. The heat grew. His pulse quickened. Shaking his head a little, he tried to rid himself of the sudden discomfort.
"Do I really look like I'd live out of my mother's basement?" Chris asked with a pout.
Seth glanced up at him. He had such great lips. No! Seth pulled his eyes away and shook his head. "Not really." He chanced another look over at Chris. The other man was smiling down at him. Seth fought back the smile that threatened to stretch his own lips.
His pants felt constricted. Oh damn. Oh hell. This wasn't right, this wasn't normal. He took a couple deep breaths. His eyes wandered back over to Chris, locking on his lips again.
"Do I have something on my face?" Chris asked, annoyed.
"No," Seth answered quickly, turning his gaze back to the tv. He thought about moving over a little, towards Chris. Where were these ideas coming from? He rubbed his forehead.
"Hey." Suddenly, Chris was there, touching him, cupping his face. "You all right? Migraine?"
He should have said yes. He should have announced he was going to bed. Instead, he pulled Chris in and kissed him hard on the mouth. Chris pulled back, wide-eyed, and Seth followed him, filling in the space, bringing their mouths together again. He wanted to be touched, to be held. His body was practically trembling with it. The moment stretched into eternity before Chris finally, tentatively, brought his arms around him. Seth swallowed a moan, while also giving the impression he might swallow Chris's tongue.
Chris accepted it for several blissful minutes. He didn't want to question it, even though he knew he should. He liked to think his own sexiness had everything to do with it. When he heard the muffled moan come from Keith and Brook's bedroom, however, he pulled away from Seth and gave the door a hard look. Seth kissed his ear.
"Oh, come on!" Chris exclaimed at the ceiling. He somewhat forcefully pushed Seth off him, grabbed him by the wrist, and dragged him upstairs. Seth followed much more closely than he would ever do in his right mind. Chris kept flicking his eyes up at the ceiling and biting back his nastiest curse words.
He shoved the door open to his bedroom, and then the door to the bathroom. Seth paused, confused, looking back through the door to Chris's room. Chris turned the shower knob to cold, and thrust Seth bodily under the spray.
"CHRIS! WHAT--?!"
Chris crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow. Seth stood under the shower, soaking wet and shivering in his clothes, and fiercely pissed off.
"Better?"
"You bastard, what the hell were you thinking?" he snarled.
"Better," Chris affirmed, and pulled him out, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel to throw over his bedraggled curly hair. He turned to leave.
Seth tore the towel off his head and stared at his back. "Chris?" The man stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. "Why... I mean. You could've…" He fumbled for the words.
Chris turned around to face him completely, leaning casually on the doorjamb. "Don't be stupid. I'm not going to take advantage of you." He grinned. "And when we have sex, it's gonna be because you want me."
The blonde took a few steps towards him. Chris raised his eyebrows. "You wish." Seth shut the door in his face. He could hear Chris laughing a little on the other side of the door, and rolled his eyes as he crossed the bathroom to his own room, stripping off his soaked clothes along the way. He very deliberately did not think about how he'd made out with Chris. He needed to control his empathy, he really didn't need a repeat incident. Especially not with Chris of all people. Even if he was an incredible kisser.
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: Chris/Seth
Rating: slash - soft
Author's Note: Seth can't control his empathy, and Chris winds up on the receiving end.
Seth, Keith, Ethan, and Nate belong to guiltycross. Chris, Brook, Graham, and Laurie belong to me.
There were days that Seth let his guard down. Days he let himself relax on the couch with Chris and watch movies. Today he was reclining on the cushions with his housemate, watching Live Free or Die Hard and indulging in some popcorn. The movie wasn't bad, a little cliché, but not necessarily bad.
"Bad guy's hot," Chris said, munching on a handful of popcorn.
Seth snorted. "So's his girlfriend."
They watched in a sort of complacent silence for awhile. Chris made some smart remarks about how his new nickname should be The Warlock. Seth suggested he certainly fit the stereotypical appearance of the nerdy guy living in his mother's basement, to which Chris sulked for a good five minutes.
Around them, the house got ready for the night. Graham went upstairs. Brooklyn and Keith went to their room, and Seth turned down the volume as a courtesy. Ethan retired to his wing of the house. Nate was still in the lab, and there was never any telling where Laurie was at any particular time.
Fifteen minutes went by. Seth felt a warm tingle in his stomach, and shifted in his seat. The heat grew. His pulse quickened. Shaking his head a little, he tried to rid himself of the sudden discomfort.
"Do I really look like I'd live out of my mother's basement?" Chris asked with a pout.
Seth glanced up at him. He had such great lips. No! Seth pulled his eyes away and shook his head. "Not really." He chanced another look over at Chris. The other man was smiling down at him. Seth fought back the smile that threatened to stretch his own lips.
His pants felt constricted. Oh damn. Oh hell. This wasn't right, this wasn't normal. He took a couple deep breaths. His eyes wandered back over to Chris, locking on his lips again.
"Do I have something on my face?" Chris asked, annoyed.
"No," Seth answered quickly, turning his gaze back to the tv. He thought about moving over a little, towards Chris. Where were these ideas coming from? He rubbed his forehead.
"Hey." Suddenly, Chris was there, touching him, cupping his face. "You all right? Migraine?"
He should have said yes. He should have announced he was going to bed. Instead, he pulled Chris in and kissed him hard on the mouth. Chris pulled back, wide-eyed, and Seth followed him, filling in the space, bringing their mouths together again. He wanted to be touched, to be held. His body was practically trembling with it. The moment stretched into eternity before Chris finally, tentatively, brought his arms around him. Seth swallowed a moan, while also giving the impression he might swallow Chris's tongue.
Chris accepted it for several blissful minutes. He didn't want to question it, even though he knew he should. He liked to think his own sexiness had everything to do with it. When he heard the muffled moan come from Keith and Brook's bedroom, however, he pulled away from Seth and gave the door a hard look. Seth kissed his ear.
"Oh, come on!" Chris exclaimed at the ceiling. He somewhat forcefully pushed Seth off him, grabbed him by the wrist, and dragged him upstairs. Seth followed much more closely than he would ever do in his right mind. Chris kept flicking his eyes up at the ceiling and biting back his nastiest curse words.
He shoved the door open to his bedroom, and then the door to the bathroom. Seth paused, confused, looking back through the door to Chris's room. Chris turned the shower knob to cold, and thrust Seth bodily under the spray.
"CHRIS! WHAT--?!"
Chris crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow. Seth stood under the shower, soaking wet and shivering in his clothes, and fiercely pissed off.
"Better?"
"You bastard, what the hell were you thinking?" he snarled.
"Better," Chris affirmed, and pulled him out, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel to throw over his bedraggled curly hair. He turned to leave.
Seth tore the towel off his head and stared at his back. "Chris?" The man stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. "Why... I mean. You could've…" He fumbled for the words.
Chris turned around to face him completely, leaning casually on the doorjamb. "Don't be stupid. I'm not going to take advantage of you." He grinned. "And when we have sex, it's gonna be because you want me."
The blonde took a few steps towards him. Chris raised his eyebrows. "You wish." Seth shut the door in his face. He could hear Chris laughing a little on the other side of the door, and rolled his eyes as he crossed the bathroom to his own room, stripping off his soaked clothes along the way. He very deliberately did not think about how he'd made out with Chris. He needed to control his empathy, he really didn't need a repeat incident. Especially not with Chris of all people. Even if he was an incredible kisser.