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works/95606.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Slipknot_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Craig_Jones/Chris_Fehn
  Character:
      Craig_Jones, Chris_Fehn
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Semi-Public_Sex, Shower_Sex, Blow_Jobs
  Series:
      Part 2 of Teen_Chris_and_Craig_are_in_highschool
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-06-19 Words: 2330
****** Winner takes all ******
by zort
Summary
     One evening, as he is about to take a shower, Craig discovers he
     isn't alone there.
Notes
     This is for dropletsofblood.

It was getting dark when Craig finally reached the locker room. Not that it was
all that late, but the winter had that effect on days. It was something Craig
deeply appreciated, the feeling of strange comfort that came from walking home
in the dark. As if the rest of the world didn't exist outside of the small
bubble he could perceive. Besides, when it was dark outside he had the best
excuse in the world to huddle in his bedroom.
As he walked in the spacious room, he noticed the lights were still on, which
was a bit unusual but it was probably only that someone had forgotten to turn
them off. He was still panting slightly from his hour-long jogging around the
track, but he felt good that it took him less and less time to recover.
Reaching his locker, he smiled to himself as he pushed his shoes off and sighed
in deep relief at the fresh air that could finally reach his feet when he
peeled his sweat-soaked socks off. In the locker, he grabbed his towel and
shower gel and headed to the shower room, only to stop dead in his track when
he realized someone was already in. He knew he couldn't always be alone, but he
resented it nonetheless, he did actually take great pains to minimize the
possibilities of meeting anyone.
With a silent sigh, he squared his shoulders and walked in the communal
showers, refusing to look at the guy already in. He found a corner as far from
the other teen as he could and began to undress, starting by taking off his
glasses and carefully putting them into his training suit's pocket before
folding said suit on the bench. His tee-shirt followed and finally his
underwear. Out of habit, he turned the water on while standing to the side,
since the hot water always took at least a minute to come.
And that was when he saw the other guy getting closer, or rather he noticed a
vaguely human shaped pinkish blob moving in his direction. He frowned and
started debating whether he should get his glasses, he was at a serious
disadvantage there after all.
"Humm, look at what we've got here…"
He knew the voice and now he really wished he had his glasses, except the guy
was almost on him now and Craig could sort of, maybe make out his face. If he
squinted. Hard.
"Don't you still owe me one?"
Craig looked up and smirked at the taller teen. "No, Fehn, you've got it all
confused: you owe me."
Once again he wished he could make out the face he was looking at. He had to go
by ear alone and though he was fairly confident he knew where this was leading,
it never hurt to have pointers.
As the pink blob moved oddly, he realized Chris was shaking his head. "Nah, I
remember paying that one back, y'know… I think it was here too…"
Craig had to lick his lips and duck his head at the words. He remembered too,
it had been unexpected and a lot better that he'd ever thought it would be. Or
to be perfectly accurate, it had been everything he'd ever wished in his
hormone-fueled dreams.
With a soft sigh, he nodded and asked lowly. "Then why would I owe you one?"
He couldn't see Chris's expression so he was taken completely by surprise as he
felt hands push down on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees while the
bigger teen growled.
"Don't play dumb with me! We won the match today, I scored the decisive goal
and you said you'd make it good for me if I won… Well, I won, you owe me!"
It wasn't entirely untrue, though Craig was fairly sure he hadn't been that
clear, nor that direct. He resisted Chris's insistent hand against the back of
his head and grumbled. "I never meant this!"
For a second Chris eased the pressure, maybe thinking over his maneuver, and
Craig took the opportunity to put his hands on his thighs to get some control
back and added in a hiss. "And it was already fucking dangerous the first time!
You want someone to find us?"
Of course, Craig's reputation didn't have much to suffer from but he was pretty
sure Chris would think this one twice. Or rather, given the returned push on
his nape, Chris might have thought this one twice if he hadn't been thinking
with his cock, which maybe Craig should have expected given their previous
encounter in the showers.
"Seriously, Fehn! You need your hormones checked!"
"You should put your mouth to better use! The quicker you do it, the less
likely we are to get caught!"
For the first time, Craig was grateful that he couldn't make out Chris's
features, because he already knew and didn't particularly like the wide, smug
smirk that the older teen was sure to be sporting. He huffed , and batted one
hand at Chris's thighs.
"What makes you so sure I even wanna do it?"
This time Chris's hand wasn't gentle in his pushing and, as the bigger teen
took a step closer to Craig, he ended up with his nose almost bumping with the
head of Chris pretty hard cock. "What makes you so sure you even have a
choice?"
Craig blinked, not particularly impressed with Chris's words, but not really
bothered either, he'd already made his choice, approximately three months prior
after their second detention together. He wasn't going to give in that easily
though.
"You're awfully sure I'm not gonna bite it off…" And with it Craig leaned in,
mouth open as if he was actually going through with his threat.
He had the satisfaction of feeling Chris push him back instead of onto his
cock, as he whispered. "You wouldn't…"
Craig chuckled, tilted his head to the side and grinned up in the vague
direction if Chris's face. "Nah, you're probably right… But then again…" He
left it there and pushed hard enough to break through Chris's token resistance,
so he could finally close his mouth around the tip of the older teen's cock.
Truth be told, now that he had it in his mouth, he could admit that he'd been
thinking about very little else since the moment Chris had cornered him in that
very bathroom and gone down on him like it was going out of fashion. Now, he
didn't exactly have that much experience (as in none at all) but he was a fast
learner, and he knew for a fact Chris didn't have that much more experience.
Tentatively, he let his tongue circle around the head of Chris's cock, pleased
to hear the other teen let out a shuddering yeah. The smell was a lot stronger
than anything he'd have anticipated, and he had really tried to get ready, up
to having already decided that he'd swallow because really spitting was too
crass. The taste on the other hand was surprisingly not an issue, though he'd
probably have to revise that opinion later.
A little unsure, he shuffled his knees, getting a little closer, and wrapped
one hand around the base of Chris's cock. Then he took more in his mouth,
surprised that it was taking up so much space and jerking back when he felt
Chris's finger tense in his hair.
"Teeth…" He heard hissed above him and, instantly felt guilty that he hadn't
thought about it himself. Refocusing on what he was doing, he pulled back a bit
more and tried to fit Chris's cock in his mouth again, this time without biting
him, he was satisfied to hear Chris let out a muffled moan.
This was definitely living up to his expectation, and he decided to try to be a
bit more adventurous, pressing the tip of his tongue along the underside of
Chris's cock, though he got a bit side-tracked and bumped his back teeth
against the bigger teen's cock again.
"Careful, please…" It was all muffled and croaky and quiet in a way that made
Craig's stomach both flip in want and twist in embarrassment. Of course, it was
his first, but this was hardly rocket science. To make it up, he started
experimentally sucking on the head of Chris's cock as if it was an oversized
baby bottle, and was rewarded by a deep growl of approval, along with a rather
sharp tug to his hair.
He closed his eyes, letting Chris's cock slide in and out of his mouth, and
made sure he remembered to both suck and not scrap his teeth against it
anymore. His jaw was hurting a little from the unusual position, but he didn't
care. He wondered vaguely how much longer Chris would last, and almost bit in
surprise as he suddenly heard Chris's voice again.
"Tongue… 'round the tip, again… please?"
It was a little mortifying to have Chris tell him what to do, though he did
realize he wasn't a telepath and couldn't know without being told. On the other
hand, it was really comfortable to just do as he was told, and he complied,
circling the head of Chris's cock teasingly slow, earning another tug to his
hair and an almost loud gasp.
"Fuck yeah! Suck… m-me more?"
After a second of confusion, Craig worked out that Chris was most likely asking
him to add some suction again, and once more he complied, adding some motions
from his tongue for good measure.
Craig was pretty sure he was doing good because Chris's vague words were
getting more incoherent by the second and the older teen was swaying somewhat
over him. And it made Craig really want to get him off, so he took a deep
breath and went for it, trying to take all of Chris in, to swallow around him,
against his own gag reflex, even if it was already making him gag.
He could feel tears forming in his eyes and he was too distracted by his body's
reactions to realize that what he was doing was too much for Chris, who with a
faint moan of warning, came into Craig's mouth, making the younger teen cough
as he awkwardly tried to swallow. One thing was certain though, this tasted a
lot stronger than he'd expected and he really wondered whether he'd ever get
used to that.
With a yelp Chris, who had been trembling and swaying ominously, jumped to the
side and fell pretty much head over heels on top of Craig.
"Hey, watch it! Won't do it again f'you crush me, y'know!"
He'd expected some sort of witty retort, along with an explanation, but what he
got instead was a low growl, mixed into powerful pants and he smirked smugly at
his handiwork.
"I take it that was nice."
It wasn't a question, and honestly he'd expected to get away with it as Chris
was still busy collecting himself. But trust the bigger teen, to shoot for
bravado. "Y-yeah… You're a natural. And your shower's fucking hot!"
Craig blinked at the non sequitur, then suddenly noticed the amount of steam
from the shower he'd never been able to reach and chuckled. "Yeah, well… maybe
next time you'll jump me after I've washed!"
He was close enough to see that Chris's face was moving, but still without
glasses, so he had no idea what it meant, until he felt a strong grip pull him
into the other teen's embrace and the voice in his ear whispering. "Definitely
keeping you! Plus you're kick ass at Maths!"
Craig rolled his eyes, but wriggled closer to Chris. It felt good to pretend
that this was all normal and that being physically close to another guy wasn't
an issue. Then a couple of minutes later, as Chris had stopped panting and was
very busy with nuzzling his nape, Craig started feeling really self-conscious
and grumbled lowly.
"Can I go have my shower now?"
He felt more than heard Chris huff in his hair and was then released from the
embrace. Scrambling to his feet, he was careful not to get burnt like Chris had
while he fiddled with the water. Then he turned back and offered his hand to
help the other teen get up, even though he wasn't absolutely sure where his
hand was he figured Chris would understand.
"Thanks," Chris said as he took Craig's hand and pulled himself up. Then Craig
found himself pushed back into the wall and squinting furiously to try and see
what was Chris's intention. Not that he was really worried, but he didn't like
the way the older teen had been acting.
"D'you really have to be that pushy? You trying to prove a point?" He asked
pointedly and cursed that he had no idea how Chris was taking this since he
still didn't have his glasses.
"S'just that I've been trying to find you alone for ages, y'know…" Which he
punctuated by a sort of tentative kiss to Craig's lips.
That was pretty unexpected as far as Craig was concerned. They hadn't really
talked about what exactly was going on between them, but he had been pretty
sure kisses weren't part of it. On the other hand it was pretty nice, and he
didn't take long to kiss back with enthusiasm. Finally, Chris pulled back.
"Guess I'll let you shower now…" He paused, making Craig tilt his head and
wonder if he was supposed to push Chris away to get to his shower at last, then
he added. "Tomorrow, here, same time?"
Craig blinked and smirked. "Yeah… Now you owe me…" He heard Chris chuckle and
felt him finally release him. Without moving, he watched as the pink blob that
was the other teen moved back across the room, making a mental note to take the
time to get his glasses next time. He was vaguely frustrated that he couldn't
see Chris's ass.
[the end]
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