Tweets, Birthdays, and Last Chance Sex -- NC17
May 29, 2013 19:48:01 GMT -5
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Post by head acorn on May 29, 2013 19:48:01 GMT -5
Title: Tweets, Birthdays, and Last Chance Sex
Rating: NC17 [minor cumplay/very very mild bdsm]
A/N: No beta, and I do not own Chris or Darren...or do I? (<
Summary: Darren and Chris are a tad bit tipsy when they talk about people thinking they hate one another. They get over it with some birthday sex that turns a little more passionate than just fucking because Darren is going to leave soon for his tour.
Rating: NC17 [minor cumplay/very very mild bdsm]
A/N: No beta, and I do not own Chris or Darren...or do I? (<
Summary: Darren and Chris are a tad bit tipsy when they talk about people thinking they hate one another. They get over it with some birthday sex that turns a little more passionate than just fucking because Darren is going to leave soon for his tour.
Another snort that was just a little too obnoxious had Darren kneeling over his legs. "I like Twitter as much as the next person but this is what I mean. It's become this huge deal where if you don't wish someone a good birthday online, then you aren't a friend or something. I don't need the internet to come up and give you a good old birthday spanking! In person well-wishing is a hell of a lot more awesome. I mean yeah technology is freaking...like. Amazing! I love it, I love how connected we are and how if I'm not in person I can just spread my awesome anyway...but it's too...like. Some people just put too much emphasis on some stuff. You know? Course I like you."
Chris had an eyebrow raised in amusement. "You're doing that drunk thing where you try to explain something and sound like a moron. But I think I understand."
"W-wait. Okay. Alright. Let me just..." Darren pushed his hands into his thighs and leveled Chris with most serious expression he could muster. "You know how when you have a popsicle, right? You're licking it and getting it all up on your tongue and shit and the first few minutes are amazing but then your tongue gets frozen and it kind of sucks but you finish it anyway? That's what this whole social networking thing is right. Right?"
Another blank stare and then Chris grabbed the messy bow of Darren's shoddily tied kiddie-cape. It was hilarious just how well the thing fit, considering it was ripped off of a large-size child's Superman costume. He pulled and brought Darren into a heavy, nose-burning snog. "Shh...instead of dwelling on the daily internet accusations why don't you just prove how much you don't hate me to the couch?"
"It has been a while...couch is probably starving for some porno right about now." Darren mumbled the words onto Chris tongue, laid over him with some guidance and settled their pelvises together.
"So is the birthday boy," Chris said with a smug little laugh and a roll of the hips. For a while that was there was, two bodies writhing into one another. Warm, dry and a little bit sloppy from the alcohol clutching their heads and vibrating their vision. Minutes passed on their panted breaths and the pace decreased until they were no longer rutting bodies, but faces pressed to necks and open mouths. Instead of frantically chasing passion, the two men had fallen into a drunken sleep without any sign of erection.
It happened.
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When Darren awoke the next morning his eyes were crusted and it felt like Brian had crawled into his throat. "Chris?" The name came out quiet, a little disgruntled as he freed his throat from the twists of fabric that were still around his throat. "Babe?" There was no sign of Chris but a bottle of pills and a cup of water Darren found upon sitting up. "Bless you, wherever you are," Dare mumbled to himself. He downed the hangover cure and laid his head back to wait. Once he started feeling better he popped up onto his feet to go look for his fiancé.
A simple trip to the bedroom would have sufficed but Dare went to the kitchen and bathroom first. Finally he found Christopher spread eagle on the bed, face down and lower half propped up on a pillow; naked save for the cape draped over his back and a blue Speedo. "Took you long enough," came his sultry voice as he looked over his shoulder.
"Holy shit." Darren swallowed and tongued over his lower lip as he mentally cataloged every contour.
"We never got to finish last night..." Chris continued speaking as if he hadn't seen the darkening lust in Darren's eyes. "And I demand birthday sex. It better be good, too, since it's going to have to tide me over until we have that little rendezvouses in Paris." He pronounced Paris with a flip of the tongue and an e sound at the end. Darren didn't need the explanation though, already tugging his costume pieces off.
"Like sex with me is ever bad," he teased. Darren kneeled on the bed and spread a hand over Chris' ass immediately, palm warm and wide, olive on cream. He started to shimmy down the Speedo as he spoke. "You are seriously the sexiest thing since George Clooney. He would probably bow at your feet and surrender all of his handsomest man trophies." That earned him a chuckle.
"Riiight. Look, I'm already prepped and ready so you don't have to woo me." The cape came off, tossed over the bedside lamp.
"Mmm...I never need to woo you. I do it because it's good to be honest with your partner." Darren squeezed at the globe of Chris' ass again and then dragged the blunt of his nails down until he could push a finger between Chris' cheeks, passing over the wetness of his open hole. "Fuck. You weren't kidding..." Darren shuffled between the gap of Chris' knees and then bent down, hands spreading that perfect ass so he could flick his tongue over the soft pink, fingers drawing tight into the flesh when Chris bucked.
Dare slid a hand up the curve to the small of Chris' back and then back down to wrap around his thigh, kneading a moment before he pushed his hand further and wrapped long fingers around Chris' cock. "Already so hard," he husked against puckered skin. His hand started to work in a lazy tug and slide, wet muscle working into Chris' body to wring out pleasured mewls. Every so often Darren would twist his hand on the upstroke or pull his hand from the shaft so he could instead squeeze and roll Chris' testicles.
Chris reached orgasm after five minutes, body going tight around Darren's tongue and come streaking onto his fingers and palm. "Fuck you're so hot," Darren whined. He reached the same cum-slicked palm back to his mouth so he could lap a little away and then just pumped the rest over his own hard dick, watching the head squeeze through his fist. "Gonna fuck you just like this," came the gruff words. "Slick up with your own cum and fuck it back into you."
The words just caused the man below him to whine and strain his ass up higher, spine rolling down and back up under quivering muscles. "Like that baby?" Darren punctuated the word with a sharp blow to Chris ass, moving to sit with his weight more on his kneecaps. "You've gotta take twenty-three good swats first for me..." The words where whispered into Chris' ear, Dare's wet dick bent between the others ass cheeks. "And you better keep it quiet."
Another series of six smacks turned those pale cheeks a dusty read that darkened with more. Every hit after twelve brought a rush of breath out of Chris' lungs, his eyes squeezed shut tight as his body rocked forward. The twenty-third had him sobbing out his relief, dick already aching and trying to get hard as a few tears slipped down his cheeks, kissed away by dry lips. "Took it so well," Dare grunted. "My good little birthday boy."
Finally- finally Darren was back to holding his own dick with a friction-hot hand, nudging forward into the tightness as Chris forced his buzzing body to relax. Darren made sure he felt everything, every inch of his cock pressed and dragging against Chris intimately as he was opened around Darren. "Look at you," Dare crooned. "Stretching so well...damn you're good at taking my cock." Sometimes it was like he just couldn't stop blabbering, but Chris didn't mind; that low voice turned him on right to the core, especially when it was spilling out dirty phrases.
Once Darren had his dick buried deep within his lover, he eased back out just as slowly as he had pushed in, muscles shaking and contracting once he had only the head in. He lifted a hand to trace a finger around the stretched rim and then locked himself back in deep with a rough shove forward. "Fuck, Chris..." The other man could only whimper, trembling under Darren as well as his dick twitched and filled with every rut. Darren wasn't just fucking him, he was making love to him, making his body sing as he drilled in his passion for Chris. "Love you," he whimpered as he grew close, muscles starting to tense up and ache as his thrusts grew tinier and more erratic. "Happy birthday."
"Uhn...love you too," came Chris' reply. It sounded a little bittersweet though, because while it was his birthday- Darren was leaving to start his tour in less than 48 hours. Darren seemed to be thinking about it too, because while he could have just fucked Chris into the bed he had made dirty love to him instead.
As Darren came closer he slid the arm he had curled around Chris' chest to rest over his heart back down to his dick. He squeezed and pumped, messy and too fast as his hips jumped and rocked Chris against the pillows. Finally they were both crying out in ecstasy, Darren first with Chris only take a few more pumps to follow. Darren pulled himself free but then just stayed there, pants turning to breaths against Chris throat.
The birthday boy rolled over finally and dropped onto his back with a wince as his heated ass flared up in protest. Darren laid himself down more carefully, one leg wrapped over both of Chris', an arm over the others chest and one crooked under Darren's cheek. "Maybe next year you can make me a human cake and blow me out," he said with a smarmy grin that wrinkled the corners of his eyes.
"Mmm...or I could just turn our room into a dungeon and fuck you senseless for a week. Make sure you can't leave." Chris turned a wicked stare onto Darren and then strained his shoulders up so he could get closer to Darren and kiss him thoroughly. Once they were both panting he flopped back down and shut his eyes, heart beat strong under Darren's fingertips.
"Good night, birthday boy," Darren replied after the shock wore down. "Maybe I'll wake you in a little bit for some frantic shower sex...then again that couch has yet to see any action..." Chris only hummed, already starting to fall into a post-coital slumber. "Yeah. Me too." It didn't take Darren very long at all to join him, the two ignoring the fact that their cuddles were very sticky in favor of just lying together and basking in their shared time.
