Fic: Whisper Sweet Nothings, Chris/ Steve
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under_hatchesTitle: Whisper Sweet Nothings
Pairing: Chris/ Steve
Rating/ Warnings: R
Words: 810
Notes: Porn ficlet for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
momotastic who asked for it. Nicely. Hope you like it, bb!
They barely made it into the bedroom, Chris trying to pull the sweater over Steve's head in the tiny hallway that leads towards the back of the cabin, Steve's hands all over Chris' back, just touching touching. Chris kicked the door open and it slammed against the wall, two steps to the bed and they fell, sideways, Steve laughing with the sweater still over his head.
“Get it off,” Chris growled. He tugged at it and Steve wriggled out of it, looking at him, breathless, and then smiling a little.
“Damn,” Chris said, pushing Steve back so he was stretched out on the bed. “You're gorgeous.”
Steve just grinned widely as if he knew, and reached out for Chris. Chris let himself be pulled into Steve's arms, and then flipped, just let it happen and waited for Steve to say something, anything. Steve straddled him instead, one swift motion, and then pushed against him, body flush against his, rocking slightly.
“You like that, don't you,” Steve asked and gave another push.
Chris reached up and tangled one hand in Steve's hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Steve broke the kiss to gently bite at Chris' ear.
“You like it. Say it.”
Chris growled and arched up and into Steve, and Steve laughed a little, pushing Chris back at the shoulders, pining him to the bed and looking at him.
“Come on, say it. Not much of a talker, are you?”
Chris easily broke free again, pushing himself up and licking at Steve's neck. Steve undid the buttons of Chris' shirt, giving a huff when he discovered the henley underneath it, but then tugging both up.
“No,” Chris said, voice husky, “You're doin it wrong, you're getting me all, let me.”
Chris twisted out of the shirt and pulled the henley over his head. Steve pushed him down again, and then they were skin on skin. Chris moaned quietly.
“I like your voice, so you better talk to me,” Steve said. He leaned down and bit the skin at Chris' neck, causing him to cuss and try to arch away.
“Fuck, your skin,” Steve said, “All smooth and warm and. God.” He let his hands stroke up and down Chris' chest.
“Too many clothes,” Steve decided.
Chris nodded, turning his hips to throw Steve off balance so he could get out of his jeans. Steve tsked at him, unbuttoning his own jeans and pushing it down his hips, and Chris reached for him, hands fitting the narrow hips perfectly, thumbs rubbing slow circles on the skin and Steve made a sound, throwing his head back and pressing down on Chris.
Chris brought a nail to the skin there, scratching, barely breaking the skin but Steve keened and rolled off, pulling off his own jeans and then grabbing for Chris'. Chris managed to get the buttons open before Steve pulled at the trouser legs, and he laughed, breathless and genuine. Steve knew what he wanted and Chris let him have it, allowed him to straddle him again.
“You got to tell me if it feels nice, so I know,” Steve said.
“You,” Chris managed, “You feel nice. Now shut up.”
Steve laughed, started rolling his hips again, and Chris would be damned if he could still think. He grabbed Steve's ass, pulling him into a more urgent rhythm.
“Shh,” Steve said, “Don't be so impatient, you'll get to fuck me, Christian, I just want to play first.”
Chris moaned at this, no chance in hell that he was able to wait now. Not with Steve saying his name like that, almost hissing the s in the middle, and not with him saying things like that. He pulled at the boxers Steve wore.
“Off. Now.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but moved off again and slipped out of his boxers, pulling at Chris', too.
“You too,” he said, “I want you naked, 's unfair otherwise.”
Chris slipped out of his boxerbriefs, turning to the night stand and getting a condom and lube from the drawer. Steve grabbed his wrist.
“I want to be on top of you, will you let me, Christian,” he asked and all Chris could do was nod at that. He did not trust his mouth to be able to form words now, not with Steve pressed against him like that. “Let me ride you, I want to watch you.”
Chris pulled Steve on top of himself. Sometimes, talk was overrated anyway.
Pairing: Chris/ Steve
Rating/ Warnings: R
Words: 810
Notes: Porn ficlet for
momotastic who asked for it. Nicely. Hope you like it, bb!They barely made it into the bedroom, Chris trying to pull the sweater over Steve's head in the tiny hallway that leads towards the back of the cabin, Steve's hands all over Chris' back, just touching touching. Chris kicked the door open and it slammed against the wall, two steps to the bed and they fell, sideways, Steve laughing with the sweater still over his head.
“Get it off,” Chris growled. He tugged at it and Steve wriggled out of it, looking at him, breathless, and then smiling a little.
“Damn,” Chris said, pushing Steve back so he was stretched out on the bed. “You're gorgeous.”
Steve just grinned widely as if he knew, and reached out for Chris. Chris let himself be pulled into Steve's arms, and then flipped, just let it happen and waited for Steve to say something, anything. Steve straddled him instead, one swift motion, and then pushed against him, body flush against his, rocking slightly.
“You like that, don't you,” Steve asked and gave another push.
Chris reached up and tangled one hand in Steve's hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Steve broke the kiss to gently bite at Chris' ear.
“You like it. Say it.”
Chris growled and arched up and into Steve, and Steve laughed a little, pushing Chris back at the shoulders, pining him to the bed and looking at him.
“Come on, say it. Not much of a talker, are you?”
Chris easily broke free again, pushing himself up and licking at Steve's neck. Steve undid the buttons of Chris' shirt, giving a huff when he discovered the henley underneath it, but then tugging both up.
“No,” Chris said, voice husky, “You're doin it wrong, you're getting me all, let me.”
Chris twisted out of the shirt and pulled the henley over his head. Steve pushed him down again, and then they were skin on skin. Chris moaned quietly.
“I like your voice, so you better talk to me,” Steve said. He leaned down and bit the skin at Chris' neck, causing him to cuss and try to arch away.
“Fuck, your skin,” Steve said, “All smooth and warm and. God.” He let his hands stroke up and down Chris' chest.
“Too many clothes,” Steve decided.
Chris nodded, turning his hips to throw Steve off balance so he could get out of his jeans. Steve tsked at him, unbuttoning his own jeans and pushing it down his hips, and Chris reached for him, hands fitting the narrow hips perfectly, thumbs rubbing slow circles on the skin and Steve made a sound, throwing his head back and pressing down on Chris.
Chris brought a nail to the skin there, scratching, barely breaking the skin but Steve keened and rolled off, pulling off his own jeans and then grabbing for Chris'. Chris managed to get the buttons open before Steve pulled at the trouser legs, and he laughed, breathless and genuine. Steve knew what he wanted and Chris let him have it, allowed him to straddle him again.
“You got to tell me if it feels nice, so I know,” Steve said.
“You,” Chris managed, “You feel nice. Now shut up.”
Steve laughed, started rolling his hips again, and Chris would be damned if he could still think. He grabbed Steve's ass, pulling him into a more urgent rhythm.
“Shh,” Steve said, “Don't be so impatient, you'll get to fuck me, Christian, I just want to play first.”
Chris moaned at this, no chance in hell that he was able to wait now. Not with Steve saying his name like that, almost hissing the s in the middle, and not with him saying things like that. He pulled at the boxers Steve wore.
“Off. Now.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but moved off again and slipped out of his boxers, pulling at Chris', too.
“You too,” he said, “I want you naked, 's unfair otherwise.”
Chris slipped out of his boxerbriefs, turning to the night stand and getting a condom and lube from the drawer. Steve grabbed his wrist.
“I want to be on top of you, will you let me, Christian,” he asked and all Chris could do was nod at that. He did not trust his mouth to be able to form words now, not with Steve pressed against him like that. “Let me ride you, I want to watch you.”
Chris pulled Steve on top of himself. Sometimes, talk was overrated anyway.
