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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Skins_(UK)
  Relationship:
      Sid_Jenkins/Chris_Miles, Chris_Miles/Maxxie_Oliver/Tony_Stonem
  Character:
      Sid_Jenkins, Chris_Miles, Maxxie_Oliver, Tony_Stonem, Anwar_Kharral
  Additional Tags:
      Circle_Jerk, Viagra
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-11 Words: 1680
****** Little Blue Pill ******
by gala_apples
Summary
     Chris shares his Viagra because he wants his friends to enjoy it too.
Notes
     Set during 1x04 around 3:55. The first few paragraphs are transcribed
     dialogue.
"How much is that?" Chris asks. He hasn't counted it, after all, just saw the
money and immediately sent a text to all the guys. It's either a show of
concern and friendship or a heavy interest in cash that Sid, Tony, and Maxxie
have all come.
"One thousand smackers," Tony says, looking up at him and smiling.
From behind him, at the fridge, Sid comments "I'd put it in premium bonds. See,
it's low risk with a steady return, and it's tax free."
Chris doesn't know if that's a joke or not, so he chooses to ignore it.
"You sure you didn't just forget?" Tony asks.
"Forget what?" Chris says edgily, the fact that he's naked except for the
showercap making him even more so.
"Like she says she's going on holidays, you said yeah, drop a couple of pills
and forgot about the whole conversation?"
Chris doesn't want to admit that's entirely possible, so he just looks at the
bright pink and blue of Maxxie's shirt. Then he rallies with "Look, I dunno
man. It says she's gone for a few days."
Before Tony can combat him, Anwar steps into the kitchen. He asks 'is it true'
and before Chris can comment, picks up the stack of cash. "Oh finally! Money!
Yes!" he shouts, and tosses it into the air. Maxxie and Tony look at him like
he's an idiot, and Maxxie curses "Fucking great, Anwar."
"Cheer up you fucker. You're home alone and you've got an important question to
ask. How are you going to spend this money?"
Tony's got a point. Chris thinks about it, really thinks, a thousand quid. He
starts to grin.
As Maxxie slaps Anwar on the back of the head and tells him to pick up the
money, and Sid gets out a notebook from his rucksack so he and Tony can start
writing a list of things he might want to get, Chris runs upstairs for party
favours. Sure it's an hour before class, but it's Friday and Fridays should
always be more entertaining. If he tells them it's E from Prague they'll
probably take it, but there's no need to risk it, instead he just drops a pill
in each beer he opens. They won't pass up a free beer, as teenagers it's
utterly impossible.
Sure enough, Maxxie and Sid tip their bottles towards Chris in thanks, and all
four of his mates guzzle it down like it's water. Considering how often their
group has house parties, a single beer is sort of like water. They've all got a
pretty high tolerance by now. Chris leans nude against the counter and waits,
vaguely hearing Sid and Tony bicker at the table about what should be priority
with the dosh.
"You slipped me a fucking Viagra," Tony accuses a few minutes later, standing
and crossing his arms. Chris is almost impressed, both for his perception and
the length of the erection that's pressing against his trousers. Except that
last bit sounds gay, so maybe not. But then, who's to say sounding or even
acting gay is anything negative? All of a sudden, Chris gets an idea.
"I slipped you all," he clarifies happily. Not that it really needs
clarification, all four of them are hard. Five, if you include himself, but
he's been that way since waking up. It's easy to see, the other blokes have
followed Tony's shadow and are all standing and glaring at him.
"Why?"
"It's good for you. Makes your dick grow bigger. It's better the longer you
stay hard."
"I don't have time for that, I've got class!" Anwar complains. Which is
ridiculous, considering how poor Anwar's marks are, and how much he hates all
the teachers. That's hypocritical, is what it is. Or something like
hypocritical, anyway.
"Skip it. It's Friday, I am." Because really, fuck classes.
"You skip more than you attend." Maxxie scoffs. Chris would roll his eyes,
because everyone knows Maxxie is planning on going to London at the end of the
school year, and misses classes any time he's got a performance or audition.
The only difference between Chris and Maxxie is that Maxxie gets permission
from his parents to miss, while Chris' mum doesn't give a toss about anything
except drink.
"There's only one way to make it stop." Chris is impressed with Anwar too.
Coming to the obvious conclusion so quickly, and the most heterosexual of them
to boot. Chris would have figured Maxxie for it.
"I call the loo first," Sid says. Before he can be cockwhipped by Tony
demanding first dibs and Sid backing down, Chris makes his move. His hand curls
around the bulge of Sid's jeans and presses hard. Sid automatically pushes into
the touch, cock working on a more basic level than brain. The other three are
staring at him, but he doesn't give a toss.
It takes Sid a moment for his brain to overcome, and even then it's only a
partial victory. He doesn't move away, only groans "Chris, you shouldn't be
doing this."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes." Sid begins the word reluctantly, but ends in a hiss when Chris moves his
hand to press on that spot by his bollocks that feels so good. It's a smart
thing he's started with Sid, Anwar and Tony would never admit anything to
themselves, even if it was right.
"Then who the fuck says I shouldn't?"
Maxxie's the next to crack. As they're all staring at Chris with horror, except
Sid, who's leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, Maxxie's hand goes to
his groin. The sound of the zipper is ridiculously loud in the silent room.
"Maxxie!" Anwar groans, and though he doesn't say anything else, it's clear
Anwar considers the action a betrayal. Maxxie doesn't appear to think joining
Chris' insanity is any such thing. His jeans drop to the ground, and his
fingers curl around his cock. He watches Chris and Sid intently, and Chris has
never been part of a show before, but he likes it.
"Fuck it," Tony mutters. Chris isn't really watching him, more entranced by the
way the skin on Sid's neck is reddening, but he can hear the 'whock' of Tony
spitting into his palm.
He does look up when he hears Anwar groan "This isn't happening!" The gangly
teen looks from Tony, to Maxxie, to Chris and Sid, and then drops his face into
his hands.
"Shut up and go with it already." Sid mutters forcefully. It makes Chris smile.
Who ever would have guessed that sex made Sid more powerful?
"You're all" Anwar starts but doesn't finish. Chris is glad, he has a feeling
the descriptive word wouldn't have been too positive. There is a fragile,
resigned peace in the room, Anwar being all homophobic isn't going to help
anyone.
It's easy to flick the showercap off his dick. While he's not quite the master
with his left hand that he is with his right, Sid is currently occupying his
right, and it's more important that he gets the brunet off first. And it's not
like he doesn't know how to use it at all, every bloke in the world knows how
to use both their hands. He doesn't expect the giggle that gurgles out of
Maxxie when the nearly clear plastic hits the ground, but he's never been
adverse to laughter during sex. Laughter during just about anything makes that
thing better.
Sid comes first, which doesn't surprise Chris. After all, he was the first to
start, and he's the only one with someone else's hand on him. Chris can feel
his cock twitch, and the warmth of his come, even between the two layers of
fabric. Sid's fingers are curled into fists around the bunched up cuffs of his
hoodie, and his hat has slipped down, halfway over his eyes. There's no other
word for it, Sid looks debauched. It's a good look for him.
Chris leaves Sid panting against the wall to face Tony and Maxxie. With every
step his takes his cock bounces, but nobody's laughing at the silly movement.
They face off like a triangle, opposing but connected, and when Chris pushes
his hand the length of his erection, his thumb bumps against Tony's around his
own. Each time he inhales he can smell Maxxie's breath, berry flavoured from
the gum he usually chews.
He's not sure which one of them finishes first. All he knows is the splash of
wet heat on his stomach is enough to trigger his own orgasm. There is something
surprisingly fantastic about dripping with another bloke's spunk. By the time
he's finished, both Maxxie and Tony are finished. Chris stretches his arm and
grabs the nearest tea towel, a red and white crosschecked thing. He wipes
himself with it before holding it out for Tony and Maxxie. They're both soft,
but he can feel himself getting hard again. It makes sense, he took loads more
pills than they did.
Chris calmly bends and picks up the shower cap. After placing it back on his
cock, he looks around the room. Sid still looks disheveled and slutty, Tony and
Maxxie are both pretty chill, tucking themselves back in. Anwar looks ashamed
and freaked out, trousers wet like Sid's. Clearly the event did something for
him, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Each one is very in his own mind
though, and Chris hates that. It's why he loves E, because it makes everyone
get in on each other's business.
To pull everyone together, he uses the one thing he knows will unite them. "I
was thinking, beer and spliff? For the party?"
Sid, still leaning with his eyes closed adds "You could get a new stereo system
too. Yours sucks."
"Rum is better than beer," Anwar offers.
"Is not," Sid argues, eyes popping open.
Chris grins. Music, parties, alcohol, all are sustainable topics for
conversation. Things are back to normal, with the addition of a great
experience to reminisce on the next time he gets suitably high. Life is good.
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