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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Captain_America_(Movies)_RPF, Captain_America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Evans/Sebastian_Stan, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      Chris_Evans, Sebastian_Stan, James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers, Scarlett
      Johansson, Clint_Barton, Anthony_Mackie, Frank_Grillo, Sabine_Stan
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_College/
      University, Alternate_Universe_-_Porn, So_many_AUs, Smut, Fluff, Angst,
      Past_Abuse, Consensual_Somnophilia, Stalking, Alternate_Universe_-_Bands,
      Genderswap, girl!Sebastian, Nightmare, Bullying, Paganism, ooh_witchy,
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-16 Updated: 2016-05-03 Chapters: 27/? Words: 19200
****** morning mini-fics ******
by saidsoftly
Summary
     A series of stucky and evanstan scenes and mini-fics.
***** saturday night texts (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
Sebastian looked up from his Walking Dead comic book as the familiar voice of
Rod Serling came from the small television sitting on top of his dresser. He
smiled and tucked an index card into his comic so he wouldn't lose his place
and tossed it onto his desk. It was late, and his eyes were getting tired
anyways, so he clicked off his bedside lamp and settled back into his pillows
to watch The Twilight Zone until he fell asleep.
He was only a few minutes in when his phone lit up and buzzed on his desk. He
leaned over and grabbed it, smiling wide when he saw a text from Chris Evans,
the hot sophomore he'd met at the frat party Anthony, er...Mackie invited him
to. ("Man, only my mother calls me Anthony. Call me Mackie.") He swiped to
unlock his phone and read the message.
hey seb, u awake?
I was flippin channels n saw the twilight zone is on. reminded me of u
Sebastian grinned as he typed out a reply. They'd exchanged phone numbers under
the pretext of him possibly tutoring Chris in Algebra, but none of the many
text messages they'd sent back and forth since then mentioned anything about
that. They'd bumped into each other at the student center once and had lunch
together, and Sebastian replayed that day in his head a bazillion times. And
stalked the shit out of Chris' facebook afterwards, pouting angrily at all the
pictures of Chris looking chummy with some girl (of which there were several).
omg lol. I'm watching that right now. And does it remind you of me because I'm
some exotic alien creature?
if I say yes, will u abduct me?
Sebastian laughed. Yep. I will set a trap consisting of a cardboard box, a
stick, and some beer.
oh ha ha. I would never fall for-- hey, sweet! free beer! *is trapped*
Gotchya! Sebastian grinned.
so what are u up to? hangin out w/ your boyfriend?
I told you I don't have a boyfriend...
mm hmm and I don't believe u. you're too cute to be single
Sebastian blushed and bit his lip. No, I'm too socially awkward and geeky to
NOT be single.
pshh whatever. you're beautiful and adorable and sexy and u know it
Sebastian hid his face in his hand shyly before replying. oh my god, are you
drunk right now?
it's saturday and I live in a frat house. of course I'm drunk
I knew it. No sober person has ever described me that way.
well then you've been hangin around the wrong ppl. and I was just kidding, I
only had 4 beers tonight. that hardly counts
Underage drinking, tsk tsk. You're a bad influence, I should stay away from
you.
pls don't do that. I would be a sad panda :(
Okay, okay. But only because pandas are adorable.
you're adorable
Sebastian grabbed a pillow and squealed into it. Oh my god, stop. :P
if u insist. but hey, I did want to ask u somethin
the frat's renting a screen and projector and we're gonna be showing animal
house on the south lawn next saturday for the food drive. free admission w/ any
canned food. BYO picnic blanket and refreshments
Sounds great. I have a can of lima beans I've been trying to get rid of for
forever. :)
so is that a yes??? :)
Sebastian nibbled at his lip for a second before replying impulsively. Only if
you promise to share your blanket with me.
He let out an embarrassed squeak and chucked the phone to the foot of the bed,
hiding his face in his pillow. His phone buzzed a second later, and he was
almost too afraid to look at it, but of course he finally did.
deal! :D
it's a date then <3
"Oh my god, shut the fuck up," Sebastian blurted out loud to himself when he
saw the heart. His face grew beet red and started to hurt from smiling as he
replied. I suppose it is.
awesome. ok, well I told the guys I'd hit the gym with them in the AM so I
should probably hit the hay.
Yeah, me too. I was nodding off before you texted.
I'm sure I'll talk to u before then, but I'm looking forward to next weekend so
much more now...
"UGH. FUCK YOU, YOU PERFECT SPECIMEN," he mumbled loudly into his pillow as he
waffled back and forth on what to say. Finally he just settled on a simple, non
earth-shattering Me too.
goodnight cutie. sweet dreams.
(of me)
Goodnight, Chris.
(If you insist.)
Sebastian rolled his eyes when Chris texted him a winking smiley face and
dropped the phone on his desk, sliding it out of reach lest he be tempted to
tell Chris how much he wanted to have his babies or something equally
embarrassing. He slid down in his bed, pulling up his comforter and hoping he
did have sweet Chris-filled dreams.
***** the mechanic and the soda jerk (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     1950's AU in which Sebastian works as a waiter/soda jerk at the diner
     across the street from Evans' Body Shop where Chris works as a
     mechanic.
The bell on the door jingled as Chris walked into Betty's Diner for a late
dinner. It was later than he usually ate, a little past nine PM, but a shipment
of fan belts was scheduled to arrive past closing and he'd had to wait and sign
for it. He slid into his usual booth by the window and smiled as his favorite
waiter made his way over.
"Good evening, sir. The usual?" Sebastian asked, taking the order pad out from
his front pocket and grabbing a pencil from behind his ear.
"Yes please," Chris replied, smiling up at him.
Sebastian's blue eyes twinkled. "I'll be right back with your chocolate Coke."
"Thank you," he said, watching the waiter's cute butt as he walked away and
blessing whoever made those crisp white pants that showed it off perfectly. He
looked down at his hands and frowned at the bits of grease under his
fingernails. He'd washed them before he left the shop but could never manage to
get them completely clean. Chris grabbed a napkin, scrubbing furiously at his
fingertips.
"You missed a spot," Sebastian said playfully as he set his drink down. He
tapped his brow bone and sauntered off with a smirk playing on his lips.
Chris frowned and grabbed another napkin. He wiped at his forehead and huffed
out a soft laugh as it came away smeared with grease. He pulled his chocolate
Coke closer and tucked the straw between his lips, sipping slowly as he watched
Sebastian make root beer floats for a group of teenage girls fawning all over
him at the counter. The girl with the long blonde ponytail said something to
him when he came back with the floats, making the other girls titter and
Sebastian blush. He caught his eye and smiled wide, stretching his arms out
along the top of the booth and watching Sebastian curiously as he walked back
over to his table.
"Making new friends?" he asked, and the waiter rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to let you know, sir, that I have to take the trash out back. If
you need anything while I'm gone, Scarlett will be happy to help you," he said,
motioning with his head to a pretty young waitress that was currently charming
(or possibly intimidating) her way to a larger tip.
"Good to know," Chris said, taking another sip as he watched Sebastian
disappear into the back. He wiped at his mouth with a new napkin then stood up
and walked out the front door. He looked around carefully before making his way
around the diner to find Sebastian leaning against the wall waiting for him.
"Hi," he grinned, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Chris' jeans and
pulling him close as Chris claimed his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He
parted his lips, letting Chris' tongue explore his mouth and letting out a soft
whimper as his lover's big, strong hands came up to cradle his face.
"Been thinkin' about you all day, babe," Chris murmured against his lips before
kissing down his jaw.
"Mm hmm," Sebastian agreed, his hands clutching at Chris' waist. "You were
driving me crazy today. It's October, Chris. Was it really so hot earlier that
you had to take your shirt off?"
Chris pulled away to flash him a grin. "Of course I was hot. I just told you I
was thinking about you."
"You're such a goof," Sebastian sighed, pulling him back down for another kiss.
"Mm, what time do you get off, gorgeous?"
"Midnight, as usual," Sebastian replied, nipping at the freckles on Chris'
neck.
"You wanna come to my place and get off after you get off?" Chris grinned.
"Oh my god, you are the worst," Sebastian rolled his eyes. "But yes. I do."
"Swell. It's a date then. Pick you up at 12 AM on the dot," Chris promised,
sliding a hand down to cup Sebastian's ass through his pants.
"Okay, that's enough," he laughed, ducking out of Chris' grasp. "I do have
other customers, you know."
"Yeah, yeah. Wait a second..." Chris grabbed his wrist, pulling him back for
one last kiss. "Love you."
Sebastian smiled and blushed again. "Love you too." He walked back inside,
smoothing out his uniform and fixing his hat before returning to the counter.
Scarlett put an order in the window and came over to him with an amused smirk.
"Hey Sebastian, how'd you get grease on your butt?"
He craned his neck and looked down in mild panic, tucking a napkin into his
back pocket and folding it down so it covered the stain. "What grease?"
Sebastian asked, and Scarlett stuck her tongue out playfully before bringing a
strawberry milkshake and two straws to a couple at the end of the counter.
"Order up!" the line cook barked out, and Sebastian walked over to grab Chris'
bacon cheeseburger and fries.
"Thanks, Frank," he said, bringing the food and a bottle of ketchup to his
favorite customer just as he sat back down in the booth. "Here you are, sir.
Think you'll be having any dessert tonight?"
"Mm, I don't think so," Chris grinned. "I'll be having something sweet later."
He winked and popped a french fry into his mouth.
"Enjoy," Sebastian said, trying to hide the ridiculously goofy smile that
spread across his face. He looked up at the clock, willing the minute hand to
go faster and knew that Chris was doing the same.
***** against the wall (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Stucky PWP. Sex up against a wall.
Bucky doesn't mind the scrape of the brick as his back grinds against the wall.
He doesn't mind the random jagged edge that's poking into his tailbone. He
doesn't mind the chill of the early November air on his bare skin. He doesn't
even mind the fact that they're out in the open, where anyone could see if they
decided to explore the ruins of the countryside church where they set up camp
for the night. (Actually, he's quite enjoying the danger of possibly being
caught.)
None of it matters because Steve is with him, inside of him, holding him up and
fucking him hard against one of the few sections of brick wall that were still
standing. The sweet but filthy things Steve pants in his ear makes it all worth
it.
Love you so much, Buck.
Love fucking you.
God, you feel so good, Buck.
Love having you wrapped around my cock.
This tight little ass was just made for my cock.
Bucky keens and wails out an agreement, his brain melting with the overwhelming
pleasure of Steve's huge, thick cock pounding away inside of him. His hands
scrabble and claw at Steve's muscular shoulders as he arouses himself even
further by focusing on how strong Steve is, how he holds him up like it's
nothing, and Bucky loves that. He wraps his arms around Steve's neck, pulling
him closer while knowing it's only possible because Steve lets him, because
there's no way he can match Steve physically anymore, and whines pitifully as
he feels teeth scraping over his throat.
He gets loud when he nears climax, he gets loud on purpose, because he loves
the way Steve clamps a large hand over his mouth to quiet him. Bucky hums and
moans and squeals into his hand, his short, hot breaths bursting over Steve's
knuckles, each one visible in the cold air that surrounds them. His cock weeps
between them a little more with each thrust, that big, hard super soldier cock
sliding forcefully against his prostate again and again. Bucky's legs tighten
around Steve's waist as he comes hard, painting both of their stomachs with
stripes of milky white.
Steve could go all night. With his superhuman endurance, he could fuck Bucky
for hours. He did once; over four hours of wild, passionate sex that brought
Bucky to orgasm seven times. It pretty much broke Bucky's brain for a couple
days and rendered him incapable of walking, so marathon sex was out of the
question most nights. Besides, Bucky was greedy when it came to Steve's cum. He
craved the feeling of Steve spilling deep inside him. It felt like being
claimed, like being marked, being pumped so full of Steve's cum that it dripped
down his thighs afterwards.
"Please," he whimpers against Steve's fingers, and it's all his lover needs to
hear.
"Yes, Bucky," he breathes, so sweetly obedient as he drives into him, deep and
hard, a few more times before succumbing to an orgasm so powerful that it makes
even the great Captain America tremble.
They fall slowly to the ground when it's all over, Steve pulling Bucky into his
arms and pressing desperate kisses all over his face and neck, asking if he's
okay. Bucky huffs out a laugh; it's always the same, and it always makes his
heart flutter. And his answer is always the same.
"I'm perfect."
***** a pleasant hangover (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Porn AU where Sebastian is an up-and-coming pornstar, and Chris is
     his new manager.
Chris woke up naked in a strange bed and wondered briefly where he was before
realizing that his new client Sebastian was naked too and wrapped around him.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise; his usual policy was to NOT have sex with
his employees but something last night must have made him change his mind. And
by the way his memories seemed just out of reach, he guessed that something was
alcohol.
Sebastian had invited him to a new bar that had just opened down the street
from his apartment, that much he remembered. He had more drinks than he could
count, that much was obvious. Other than that, the night was fuzzy.
They'd gone back to his place and...had more drinks? Sebastian was hiding his
face in embarrassment at one point, but why? Oh yeah, because Chris found a
photo album with baby pictures in it and cooed over how cute baby Sebastian
was. His mind jumped from that to Sebastian begging to suck his cock. He didn't
remember the actual blowjob but he did remember fucking him roughly up against
the wall. And then they ended up in bed...somehow.
Chris gazed down at the younger man fondly, running his fingers through his
hair. He'd fantasized about being with him again since his first audition, so
he wished the events of the previous night were more vivid in his mind. He
tried to slip out of bed to get some water since his mouth was irritatingly
dry, but every time he moved, Sebastian whined in his sleep and tightened his
arms and legs around him. Chris gave up and hugged him back as he tried to fall
back asleep.
***** too early (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
"Too early," Chris whined, burying his face in the pillow as his boyfriend
reached over to silence the offending alarm. Sebastian rolled over to face him,
and Chris moaned happily at the sublime feeling of his bare skin sliding
against his own.
"Sorry," Sebastian murmured, wrapping an arm around Chris' waist and kissing
the side of his face. Chris turned his head to pout at him, and Sebastian
couldn't help but grin and kiss that pout. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Skip class and make it up to me right now," Chris suggested, sliding a hand
down Sebastian's side and resting it on the back of his thigh as he kissed and
nibbled at his neck.
"Chris, I can't," Sebastian protested, not helping his case when he let out the
sexiest little breathy moan when Chris slid a hand between his ass cheeks. "I
have a test..."
"Okay," Chris sighed dramatically, letting him go. "Wouldn't want my libido to
tarnish your sterling academic record."
"Thank you," Sebastian cooed, hopping into the bathroom to get ready. Chris was
already asleep by the time he came out, and Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly.
He grabbed his backpack and left the room, already making plans to wake him up
with a blowjob if he was still asleep when he came back.
***** like a melting popsicle (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Modern AU in which Steve's in art school and Bucky's in the army.
Steve blinked his eyes open slowly, cursing the fact that he was awake because
it was a chilly morning and he was so warm and cozy nestled against Bucky's
side that he didn't want to move. He slid a hand down and smiled; he wasn't
surprised by what he found but was pleased nonetheless.
He lifted his head to peek down at Bucky's groin, licking his lips at the
outline of his boyfriend's erection under his boxer-briefs. Steve rubbed him
through the fabric, stroking up and down his shaft and lightly squeezing his
balls.
He peered up at Bucky's face, at his closed eyes and open mouth, and laughed
softly at the sound of his snoring. Steve slid down, mouthing him through his
underwear before tugging them down just enough to lavish the swollen tip with
little kitten licks. He moaned at the taste of his pre-cum, bittersweet and a
little salty, and pulled his briefs down around his thighs so he had easier
access.
Steve pressed his cheek against it, gripping the base and rubbing it obscenely
over his mouth and chin like Bucky was wont to do before taking the thick head
into his mouth and slurping on it like a melting popsicle. He started bobbing
his head slowly, taking more and more of him into his mouth and wondering how
much more Bucky would be able to sleep through.
***** scars (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Porn AU where Sebastian is an up-and-coming pornstar, and Chris is
     his new manager.
     Warning: past abuse (knives/cutting)
"Sir, there's a hot twink here to see you. Should I let him in?"
"What?" Chris responded to Scarlett's intercom call, wrinkling his brow. What
she said could apply to literally dozens of his employees. The door opened
then, and Sebastian popped his head in and smiled. "Oh, so you're the hot
twink," Chris grinned.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and turned to stick his tongue out at Scarlett.
"Sorry to disappoint if you were expecting some other hot twink," he teased.
"I am, but not 'til this afternoon," Chris teased back and chuckled when
Sebastian pouted at him. "Kidding. I thought we were meeting downtown for
lunch," Chris said, checking his watch to see it was barely ten AM. "What are
you doing here so early?"
"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop by," Sebastian replied with a coy
smile. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, come in," Chris said, smiling brightly as Sebastian locked the door
and sauntered behind the desk, straddling Chris' hips as he planted himself in
his lap.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, tugging playfully at Chris' tie.
"You know this lap is only reserved for you," Chris smiled, tilting his head up
as Sebastian wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He
slid his hands down over Sebastian's ass, groping him through his tight black
jeans. The younger man moaned sharply into his mouth, his hips jerking forward
as he started rutting against the growing bulge in Chris' slacks. "You like
that?" Chris whispered against Sebastian's open mouth. "You like my hands on
you?"
"Yes," Sebastian moaned breathlessly. "It's all I think about when we're
apart." His cheeks flushed pink a little at the admission, but Chris just
smiled and slid his tongue between those perfect lips, grunting softly at the
taste of raspberries on Sebastian's tongue.
"That's all you think about?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over Sebastian's pouty
bottom lip. "You don't think about getting your mouth on me?"
Sebastian bit his lip and grinned, slinking down until he was kneeling between
Chris' spread legs. "You know me so well," he cooed, undoing the older man's
pants and reaching into his boxers to pull out his thick, heavy cock. He
swirled his tongue around the head and wiggled it against the slit, moaning at
the bittersweet taste of him. Sebastian gazed up at him with wide, adoring
eyes, taking him into his mouth slowly and rubbing his tongue back and forth
like Chris' cock was a melting popsicle.
"God, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth," Chris groaned,
brushing a thumb over Sebastian's cheek and making the younger man smile. "I
might just have to make a private video for my eyes only."
Sebastian pulled off with a wet pop. "You don't need a video," he said,
gripping the older man's cock by the base and licking up and down the shaft
sloppily.
"No?" Chris raised his eyebrows, an amused grin playing on his lips. "And why
is that?"
"Cuz I'll come over and suck your cock any time you want," Sebastian promised,
cheeks hollowing as he took him back into his mouth and bobbed his head up and
down on his length.
"Tantalizing offer," Chris murmured, placing a hand on the back of Sebastian's
head, coaxing him up and down and making the dark-haired beauty moan against
his groin. "But I don't want that."
Sebastian looked up at him with a crestfallen expression, his tongue darting
out to swipe the pre-cum from his lips. "You don't?"
"Not right now," Chris replied with a smirk. "Right now, I want to bend you
over this desk and fuck you until you scream." The younger man's eyes fell
half-lidded at that, the desire evident on his gorgeous face. Chris chuckled.
"That's why you came here, right?"
Sebastian blushed, biting his lip. "Maybe."
"Did you think I forgot?" he asked, pulling Sebastian back up onto his feet and
tugging off his shirt. He curled his hands around Sebastian's slim waist,
holding him in place as he pressed a series of feather-soft kisses just above
the waistband of the Prada briefs that were peeking out the top of his jeans.
"Don't forget to remind me...I still need to fuck you in the back of my car,"
he said, unbuttoning and unzipping Sebastian's jeans.
"Don't worry, I won't," Sebastian grinned, lifting his feet one by one so Chris
could pull his pants and underwear off. "Oh, wait!" he said suddenly, reaching
down and pulling a small bottle of lube out of his jeans pocket and handing it
to Chris. "Here."
"You brought your own lube?" Chris laughed. "You do know what we do here,
right?"
"Shut up." Sebastian shoved at him playfully. "Besides, this kind is my
favorite. It has a warming sensation."
"Good to know," Chris mused, standing up and ridding himself of his clothes. He
bit back another laugh as Sebastian turned around and draped himself over his
desk. "Someone's an eager beaver," he teased, uncapping the lube and coating
his fingers carefully.
"I'm always eager to get your cock inside me," Sebastian said, pushing his ass
in the air.
"Mm, and I love that about you," Chris cooed, pushing his forefinger in to the
knuckle before sliding it in and out slowly. Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed,
and he pressed his cheek against the cool mahogany of his manager's desk,
breathing heavily as Chris worked him open. Chris added another finger, pumping
them in and out and hooking them slightly to rake against Sebastian's prostate.
"Yes!" the younger man cried out desperately. "Chris! Yes, please! Oh god,
yes..."
"That feel good?" Chris teased, fingering him roughly and holding him down with
a firm hand on the small of his back.
"Fuck, yeah...oh god, it feels so good..." Sebastian whined, pushing his hips
back to meet Chris' fingers. "But, Chris...I-I need more...please..."
"Tell me what you need," Chris whispered darkly.
"I need you inside me...please... Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me!"
"I want you to beg for it," Chris growled, shoving his fingers in and out.
"Please!" Sebastian squealed, "Chris, please! Fuck me! I need you inside me,
please! Shove that big cock into my tight little ass...fill me up, please!"
Chris shuddered with lust at his words, slicking himself up haphazardly before
giving Sebastian what he wanted, pushing deep inside him in one slow, steady
motion. He could barely hear Sebastian over the pounding in his ears as he
thrust in and out, nearly losing his mind at the way Sebastian's muscles
clutched around him desperately. He was so turned on and worked up that he knew
he wouldn't last long, so he worked a hand under Sebastian's hips, wrapping it
around his cock and jerking him quickly as his pace became relentless.
He fucked him hard and fast for a few more minutes before Sebastian screamed
his name and spilled all over fist, and Chris watched with a tiny bit of pride
as his lover slumped bonelessly against his desk. "Come in me..." Sebastian
mumbled deliriously, "I need it, please..."
Chris snapped his hips forward a couple more times before succumbing to his own
orgasm deep within Sebastian's exhausted body. He leaned forward, breathing
heavily with his arms braced against the desk as he stared down at Sebastian's
back. His hazy eyes finally came into focus, and he frowned at the crisscross
of long white scars decorating the younger man's back. Chris cocked his head as
he studied them. Some were more faded than others, like somebody had been
carving lines in his back over a long period of time. He reached down, running
his fingers over them carefully.
Sebastian jerked suddenly, causing Chris to stand up straight reflexively and
give him some space. The younger man turned around, his eyes darting to and fro
wildly before he started gathering up his clothes in a panic.
"Sebastian?" Chris asked softly, reaching a hand out to him. Sebastian flinched
and backed away, running into the adjoining bathroom and locking the door
behind him before Chris could get another word out. "Sebastian, I'm sorry," he
said, going over to the door and knocking gently. "I-I didn't mean to...
Sebastian, please...talk to me..."
Chris pressed his ear to the door, his heart aching as he heard Sebastian
crying softly. "I'm so sorry, Sebastian. I...I didn't know." He tried the knob,
but it was locked. "Can I come in? Please?"
The only response was a quiet, hiccuping sort of sob.
"You don't have to tell me what happened, I just...I want to make sure you're
okay," Chris said softly, his hands braced on the door like they were drawn to
Sebastian magnetically regardless of the physical barrier between them.
"Please," Sebastian finally answered, so quiet Chris could barely hear him,
"just go away."
Chris' brows knitted together, his eyes tearing up. "Okay," he said, struggling
to keep his voice even and calm. "You don't have to let me in. Just...take as
long as you need. But I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll be right out here if
you need me."
He pulled himself away from the door, taking a deep breath and walking back
over to his desk. He put his clothes back on and cleaned up their mess and sat
down in his chair and waited. His curiosity ran rampant and his fingers itched
to browse the internet and the databases he had access to, to search for any
red flags in Sebastian's past. Restraining orders or hospital admissions. Any
history of abuse. He folded them firmly in his lap. Any information would have
to come from Sebastian himself. It had to be his decision.
After what seemed like hours though it was really only a handful of minutes
since it still wasn't noon yet, The bathroom door cracked open, and Chris sat
up straight in his chair, his heart pounding as he met Sebastian's tentative
gaze. The younger man was trembling and eyeing him cautiously from under long,
wet lashes. Chris stood up and walked toward him slowly, carefully, ready to
stop at any sign of distress, but Sebastian didn't flinch or cower. He opened
the door wider and stepped out, fully clothed and seeming to welcome Chris'
physical presence.
Chris stopped in front of him, not sure what to do, not sure what gestures
Sebastian would accept. But the younger man reached for him, grabbing his shirt
with a shaking hand and pulling himself forward to press against Chris' body.
Chris wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tight. Their height difference
was minimal, but Sebastian curled in on himself so tightly that he seemed so
small and fragile in the moment. Chris' heart broke all over again; he didn't
know what happened to him, but how could anyone want to hurt such a sweet kid?
He loosened his grip as he felt Sebastian pulling away just enough to lift his
head and gaze up at him with impossibly wide, glassy blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he
said quietly, his bottom lip trembling.
Chris shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he assured him, using
his thumbs to brush the tears from his cheeks.
"But I...I should have told you," Sebastian whimpered, looking down in shame.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want me to know," Chris said,
rubbing a soothing hand up and down Sebastian's back. "But if you do want to
talk about it..."
Sebastian looked back up at him with curious eyes, regarding Chris with
something akin to surprise, like he'd never met anyone before who cared enough
to listen. His eyes darted over to the couch, and he gave a slight nod when
Chris asked if he wanted to sit down. He took a deep, shaky breath before
looking up into Chris' kind blue eyes. His gaze alone made a pleasant warmth
bloom in his belly, and he wondered how he got so lucky to have someone like
Chris in his life.
"My stepfather, he...he was obsessed with knives," Sebastian started, and it
was jarring to say it out loud. He'd never told anyone before, and he was
scared, but it was also somewhat cathartic. "It started out as a punishment. I
was a clumsy kid, always breaking things, and he would cut me as a punishment.
It hurt-" he paused suddenly, his voice breaking, "but I thought I deserved
it."
Chris placed a hand on Sebastian's knee, squeezing lightly, and Sebastian
soothed himself by tracing the veins in Chris' hand with his fingers. "But then
he...he started doing it all the time. Even when I hadn't done anything wrong.
He said...if I told anyone...he would divorce my mother, and we'd have to go
back to Romania." Sebastian's face crumpled, and fresh tears spilled down his
cheeks. "So I didn't tell anyone. I just let him do it. I let him cut me."
Sebastian hid his face in his hands, and Chris pulled him into his lap, hugging
him tight and rocking him gently. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're safe now.
He's not here, it's just you and me. Just you and me." He kissed the top of his
head, holding him close with one arm and reaching up with the other to pet his
hair.
Sebastian sniffled, looking up at him. "Just you and me?" he asked quietly, and
Chris nodded. "I like that." He circled his arms around Chris' waist, laying
his head against the older man's chest. "You make me feel safe," he murmured.
"Y-you're always taking care of me. You said you would protect me, and...and I
believe you."
"I'm glad you believe it," Chris said softly. "It's the truth."
Sebastian gave him a tiny smile, and Chris returned it warmly. "I know."
"Can I tell you something?" Chris asked, wiping the fresh set of tears from
Sebastian's pink cheeks.
The younger man nodded. "You can tell me anything, Chris."
Chris cupped his chin, stealing a quick kiss from Sebastian's perfect lips
before he confessed, "I'm in love with you."
Sebastian gasped softly, his eyes wild and searching Chris' face. "Y-you are?
Really?" Chris nodded, then looked a little startled when Sebastian burst out
laughing. "Sorry!" he said immediately, not wanting Chris to think he was
laughing AT him. "It's just...I mean..." He bit his lip and grinned. "I love
you too."
Chris' worried frown turned quickly into a warm smile and pulled Sebastian
close, kissing him gently and lovingly until his stomach growled, making them
both laugh.
"Lunch time?" Sebastian suggested, and Chris nodded.
"Do you mind if I cook you something at my place?" Chris asked. "I really think
post-lunch cuddles are in order."
Sebastian giggled and nodded. "I think you're right."
***** breakfast in bed (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Modern AU in which Steve's in art school and Bucky's in the army.
Bucky woke up and immediately, instinctively reached an arm out. He frowned and
opened his eyes when he found the other side of the bed empty. "Steve?" he
asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes just as the bedroom door opened.
"Perfect timing, Buck," Steve grinned, carrying a tray into the bedroom. He set
it down on the bed, and Bucky stared in awe at the breakfast feast. Coffee,
orange juice, biscuits and gravy, and two fried eggs with a blueberry smile.
"Wow, Steve...this looks great. What did I do to deserve this?"
"Oh, you know. Just being the best boyfriend ever, that's all." Steve kissed
his cheek and gave the tray a small frown. "The smile was made out bacon, but
Barton snatched it when I wasn't looking."
Bucky grinned and popped a couple blueberries in his mouth. "That's okay. I
love blueberries. Besides, I know where he keeps his secret M&Ms stash." Steve
returned the conspiratorial grin and took a blueberry for himself.
***** christmas present (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
     Sebastian's spending winter break in Boston with Chris and his
     family.
Sebastian walked back into Chris' bedroom after brushing his teeth, his eyes
reopening after a big yawn to find Chris sitting on the edge of the bed holding
a present.
"What's this?" he asked with a smile. "I thought we were opening presents
tomorrow morning."
"We are. But I couldn't wait any longer. Here," Chris said, holding the gift
out and biting his lip nervously.
Sebastian grinned and sat next to him, unwrapping the present carefully to find
a small rectangular box. He opened the box and gasped softly at what was
inside. "Chris..." he breathed, pulling out a very old, leather bound copy of
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and running his fingers over the embossed title. "I
can't believe you remembered." It was one of his absolute favorite books of all
time, and he'd lost his copy about a month ago when his backpack got stolen.
"Of course I remembered. You love this book, and you were so sad when you lost
it. I figured you might as well have a nice replacement." Chris grinned. "I
foolishly set out to get you a first edition, but that was like $75,000, so...I
hope this will suffice."
Sebastian laughed softly, his eyes shining wetly. "It's perfect," he said,
clutching it to his chest and smiling at Chris. "I love it. Thank you." He
leaned in, planting a grateful kiss on his boyfriend's lips.
"I'm glad you like it," Chris beamed, stealing another quick kiss before
clapping excitedly. "All right, now where's my present?"
"Downstairs under the tree," Sebastian replied, giggling as Chris pouted at
him. He set the book down gingerly on the nightstand before turning back to
Chris and untying the drawstrings on his pajama pants. "I might have something
else for you, though..."
"I'm sure I'll love it," Chris grinned.
"I'm sure you will too," Sebastian purred, pushing him back against the bed and
crawling on top of him.
***** impromptu road trip (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
Sebastian woke up with a headache, having cried so hard before he fell asleep
that it made his head hurt. He rubbed at his temples and glanced over at his
alarm clock. A little past three AM...so why was he awake? He got his answer
when he heard a light tapping on his window. Sebastian turned to look and
almost jumped out of his skin at the sight of Chris smiling and waving on the
other side of his window.
He cursed softly in Romanian, walking over to the window and pulling it open.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked groggily, peering down to see a
trail of trampled ivy from where Chris had climbed up the latticework.
"You were so upset on the phone. I thought I'd drop by and cheer you up," Chris
grinned, hanging onto the window ledge patiently.
Sebastian blinked in confusion. "You drove here all the way from Boston to
cheer me up?"
Chris shrugged, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I had nothing better to do."
"Chris, that's like...a three hour drive."
"3 hours, 19 minutes. But who's counting?"
Sebastian laughed softly. "You're crazy."
"Crazy about you," he smiled, tilting his face up as his college sweetheart
leaned in to kiss him. "As much as I enjoy playing Romeo to your Juliet," Chris
said as they parted, "Can I come in?"
"Oh, rahat...da! Yes!" Sebastian said quickly, pulling him inside.
"Gosh, Sebastian, you've only been out of school for a few weeks, and you
forgot English already?" Chris teased.
"Shut up," Sebastian giggled, draping his arms around Chris' neck and kissing
him deeply. Chris wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist, pulling him closer
and holding him tight until Sebastian broke the kiss with a sweet sigh. "This
is new," he murmured, rubbing his fingers through the scruffy beginnings of a
beard on Chris' face.
"You like it?" Chris grinned, leaning into Sebastian's touch.
"Mm, very much," his boyfriend nodded with a naughty smile.
"I love you," Chris breathed, his fingers brushing against the small of
Sebastian's back.
"Te iubesc," Sebastian whispered before kissing him again tenderly.
"What does that mean?" Chris whispered loudly, making Sebastian giggle again.
"What do you think?"
Chris smiled wide. "I think you love me."
"I think you're right," Sebastian smiled, his eyes going all sparkly and making
Chris' heart flutter. "Now take your shoes off and come cuddle 'til we fall
asleep."
Chris toed his shoes off and pulled his socks and sweatpants off, crawling into
bed with Sebastian and wrapping his arms around the younger man as he snuggled
against his broad chest. His eyelids felt heavy, and he kissed Sebastian's
forehead before falling into the most peaceful sleep he'd had since the
semester ended.
***** boxing clever (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Modern AU in which Bucky is an openly gay, semi-famous boxer and
     Steve is a shy, closeted journalist.
Steve smoothed his tie as he stood in the hallway in front of Bucky's apartment
door. He glanced quickly down at his outfit, hoping a checkered shirt tucked
into dark jeans struck that perfect balance between casual and professional. He
sighed and knocked on the door, wishing he didn't care so much. Just two more
days, he told himself. Just make it through two more days without embarrassing
yourself.
Steve checked his watch, making sure he wasn't too early. Nope, 9:05 now, so he
knocked again. Steve waited. No answer. He pressed his ear to the door but
heard nothing. Steve frowned and tried the door, pleasantly surprised that it
opened easily, but also a little startled that Bucky would leave his door
unlocked, especially in this part of Brooklyn.
"Mr. Barnes?" he called out hesitantly before recalling all the shit Bucky gave
him for calling him that yesterday. "Bucky?" he said instead, stepping inside
and looking around. He walked toward the bedroom, figuring Bucky was still
asleep. Steve wasn't prepared for what he saw, almost dropping his messenger
bag along with his jaw at the sight of Bucky sprawled out on his back in bed,
completely naked and sporting a massive erection.
Steve averted his eyes immediately, cheeks flushing red and about to stammer an
apology before reminding himself that Bucky was fast asleep and wouldn't hear
it anyway. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his thumping heart as he snuck
a second glance toward the bed. Bucky was indeed dead to the world, and Steve
couldn't help himself, stepping gingerly toward the bed to take a closer look.
Along with mouthwatering and sexy as hell, Steve also thought Bucky looked kind
of adorable. His dark, shoulder-length was splayed all around his head in an
endearingly messy fashion, one arm was crooked just above his head on the
pillow and the other (the one with the awesome robotic tattoo) pointed straight
out across the bed, and his lips were parted as he snored softly.
But of course Steve stared down at his cock. It was long and thick, resting
against his stomach and reaching almost to his belly button. Steve felt like he
was back in high school, sneaking onto the family computer at night and staring
at pictures of pornstars' dicks, trying to imagine what they would feel like
buried inside him. He licked his lips, fighting a strong urge to lean over and
lick him from base to tip. He managed to resist though, because A) no one knew
he was gay, and he wanted to keep it that way, and B) this was the biggest
assignment he'd gotten at the magazine, and he didn't want to blow it. Er...pun
not intended.
Steve instead grabbed the sheet that lay bunched up at the bottom of the bed,
pulling it over Bucky carefully and covering his lower half. He then nudged
Bucky's shoulder gently until the boxer blinked his eyes open slowly, regarding
Steve with confusion. "I, uh...I'm sorry. Your door was open..."
Bucky blinked a few times before flashing him a charming smile. "Shit, I told
you to come over at nine, didn't I? Sorry, man, I guess I forgot to set my
alarm."
"I can come back later, if you want. It's no problem."
"No, it's all right. Stay." Bucky stretched and propped himself up on his
elbow. "You're a pleasant sight to wake up to," he winked.
Steve blushed. "I, um...I'll go wait in the kitchen, I guess. If you
wanna...get dressed."
Bucky lifted the sheet and peeked down at himself. "Sounds like a plan," he
agreed, wrapping the sheet around himself and heading into the bathroom. "I'll
just, uh...take care of this and be right out. Make you some breakfast when I'm
done."
Steve blushed furiously as Bucky disappeared into the bathroom. He was on his
way out, really he was, when he heard the telltale sound of skin sliding
against skin. He crept over to the bathroom door, listening to Bucky jerk off.
He closed his eyes, committing every grunt and moan to memory. He was just
about to turn and leave (god forbid Bucky open the door and catch him) when he
swore he heard Bucky whisper his name. His eyes went wide, and he pressed his
ear back against the door for another minute or so, hoping to hear it again.
His mind screamed at him to go, however, and he bolted before there was a
chance of getting caught.
He busied himself in the kitchen, finding eggs and bacon in Bucky's fridge and
getting out a couple pans to cook them in. He didn't know how Bucky liked his
eggs but figured he couldn't go wrong with scrambled, so he broke a few into
the pan and stirred them around with the spatula. He heard Bucky's footsteps
coming down the hall and mentally chided himself for the shiver of excitement
that trembled down his spine.
"Wow...aren't you a peach?" Bucky grinned, and Steve turned his head to see him
still shirtless but buttoning up a pair of jeans. "Making me breakfast.'
Steve shrugged. "Well, you invited me into your home. I thought it's the least
I could do in return."
Bucky walked over, slinging a tattooed arm over the smaller man's shoulders and
making a strange warmth pool in his belly. "You wanted to pay me back, and your
first thought was breakfast?" he murmured in a teasing tone.
Steve turned his head, his mouth opening and closing nervously as he blushed
and stared at Bucky's perfectly shaped lips.
"Relax, kid, I'm just teasing you," Bucky laughed, clapping him on the back.
"Want some coffee?" he asked, opening a cupboard.
"Y-yeah, sure," Steve replied, swallowing thickly.
It was gonna be a long day.
***** this game we play (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Bucky closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep because that's what
     Steve wanted.
Bucky lay wide awake in his cot, listening to his fellow commandos snore and
shift around in their sleep as he waited for Steve.  His pants were down around
his thighs under the blanket, and he had already prepared himself.  He breathed
slowly, giving himself a few quick tugs and wishing Steve would hurry up
because he was already achingly hard, and the Captain hadn't even touched him
yet.  The waiting was such sweet torture that he wondered if Steve considered
it foreplay.
He sucked in a short breath as he heard the flap of the tent open, lying as
still and quiet as possible as he heard heavy footsteps approach his cot.
 Bucky closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep because that's what Steve
wanted.
It was a game they'd been playing since they were children.  Bucky would
pretend to be asleep, and Steve would come in and tickle and tug and poke at
him, and they would see how long Bucky would go without reacting.  As time went
on, as they got older, the game grew less innocent.  Steve would explore
Bucky's body, experimenting with different touches and his mouth until Bucky
couldn't stand to lie still any longer.
Bucky struggled to breathe evenly, his heart racing as he heard Steve undoing
his pants.  He felt the blanket be lifted from his body and shivered slightly
as the cool air hit his skin.  He was naked from the thighs up, except for his
dog tags, so he reveled in the warmth of Steve's body as he slid into the cot
behind him.  Steve fitted their bodies together, and Bucky bit back a moan as
his erection pressed between his cheeks.  He felt a soft pair of lips press
against the back of his neck and a nose brushing against the short hair at the
base of his skull as a pair of fingers slipped inside of him.  His breath
hitched a little, his lips jerking into a quick smile.  Ever-thoughtful Steve
having to make sure he was prepared.
Steve pushed his leg forward ever so slightly then, spreading him open and
positioning his cock at Bucky's entrance.  It took all his willpower and
concentration to refrain from making any noise as Steve pushed into him slowly.
 His teeth dug into his bottom lip as his best friend and lover worked him open
inch by inch, and he knew Steve was struggling to remain silent too by the way
his fingertips dug into his hip with bruising force.  Steve stilled himself
once he was buried completely, his warm breathing ghosting over Bucky's neck
and shoulder as his hand rubbed a soothing path up and down his thigh.  
He pressed that hand against Bucky's flat stomach, holding him in place as he
started making shallow thrusts in and out of his body.  Bucky's mouth fell
open, staying silent but shuddering out staggered breaths.  He bit down on his
lip once more as Steve's hand slid down and wrapped around his leaking cock,
stroking him in time with his thrusts.  He started moving faster, pumping in
and out, and Bucky's cock jumped at the way Steve muffled a groan by biting
down on his shoulder.  The pace of his hand quickened too, and Bucky let slip a
moan as Steve jerked him off roughly.
It was less than a second before that hand was clamped over his mouth, and the
fact that Steve was forcibly keeping him silent drove Bucky insane with lust.
 He jerked his hips back, meeting every thrust and encouraging Steve to fuck
him harder.
Steve complied immediately, breathing erratically against his back as he
slammed his hips forward, grinding against Bucky's prostate over and over
again.  Bucky whimpered against his hand, his muscles seizing up and body
trembling helplessly as he came all over his stomach.  A moment or so later, he
felt those teeth dig into him again, then Steve's orgasm hot and wet inside
him.
They lay together in silence, Steve's hand sliding away from Bucky's mouth and
resting against his chest.  A few minutes later  it was pressed against his
heart and Steve was leaning forward to kiss his cheek.  Bucky smiled, knowing
exactly what it meant.  He grabbed Steve's hand, pulling it back up to kiss his
knuckles.
I love you too.
***** bucky vs. el creepo (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     Modern AU in which Steve's in art school and Bucky's in the army.
     Sassy Bucky to the rescue!
Sneaking into the Halloween gala at the art gallery was easier than Bucky
thought, especially since the catering staff didn't seem to give two fucks
about him slipping in through the service entrance alongside them. He wandered
out into the main space and grabbed a free glass of champagne before heading
toward the entrance where he knew Steve would be stationed at the front desk.
He was having a conversation with someone at the desk when Bucky spotted him,
so he hung back and waited, not wanting to interrupt. Upon closer inspection,
however, he realized that Steve had plastered on his fake, polite smile, and
his eyebrows were raised and knitted together like they always are when he's
uncomfortable. Bucky clenched his jaw and made his way over to them.
"Your bone structure is so flawless, you just have to let me paint you. I'd pay
you, of course," Bucky heard the older man say as approached.
"Thank you," Steve blushed, "but I really can't. I just don't know when I would
have the time. Between school and work, I'm just really busy."
"Oh, you could find the time if you really wanted to, I'm sure," El Creepo
replied with a smarmy smile, placing his hand on top of Steve's and giving it a
squeeze. Steve's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and he extricated
his hand as nonchalantly as he could and folded it in his lap.
It took 110% of Bucky's restraint not to throw his guy through one of the glass
display cases as he sidled up next to him at the desk. "I hate to interrupt,
fellas, but have either one of you seen the new exhibit at the museum across
the street?"
Steve jumped in surprise at the sight of him, but his mouth curled up into a
small, shy smile as Bucky gave him a wink. The older man looked displeased at
the intrusion to say the least and uttered a curt, "No."
"Well, they're displaying some ancient fossil," Bucky continued, glaring
pointedly at the man. "Why don't you go over there and hit on something your
own age?"
The old man left in a huff, and Steve had to clamp a hand over his mouth to
keep from laughing.
"Please tell me you don't have to deal with assholes like that every day at
this job," Bucky groaned.
Steve shook his head. "No, I've never seen him before."
"But there are others?"
"No," Steve said, giggling a little when Bucky looked like he didn't believe
him. "I swear! 90% of the people who come in here are rich old ladies."
"Hmm, well...I'd never hit a woman, but if any of them creep on you like that
guy, I'd probably consider it."
Steve rolled his eyes affectionately. "So what are you doing here anyway? I
thought you were going to Barton's party."
"I can't let the love of my life be alone on his favorite holiday," Bucky
insisted, his words and smile making Steve's heart flutter. "So...do you get
breaks at this gig, or what?"
Steve looked around and nodded slowly. "Yeah...I guess I could take five."
"Cool. Wanna make out in the coat room?" Bucky asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Steve bit his lip and grinned and nodded, letting his boyfriend take him by the
hand and lead him into the secluded space where they kissed and touched and
giggled like they were teenagers again.
***** the grip creeper (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Chris and Sebastian are filming a sex scene for a romantic thriller
     when Chris notices something.
Chris noticed the grip with the staring problem after their third take.
They filmed their characters' first sex scene, the one they had 'rehearsed'
together before principal photography began, in stages. First the initial kiss,
then the moving from the hallway into the bathroom, then more kissing, then the
breaking away and the turning around, and now they were working on the part
where Chris pulls Sebastian's pants off and goes down on him.
He was looking around aimlessly while the director gave Sebastian some notes
when he saw one of the grips staring at Sebastian. He wore a modesty pouch in
the front, but his ass remained bare for most of the time, and this
opportunistic pervert was staring right at it. Chris glared in his direction
and moved slightly, positioning himself between Sebastian and this guy's line
of sight. The grip looked up, made eye contact with Chris for a brief second
then looked away, busying himself with a length of cable. Chris clenched his
jaw, considering confronting the guy right then and there, but the director
called places, and he had to focus on the scene.
They finished the first half of the scene around ten AM, then took a quick
break. After a brief conversation with his manager, Chris walked toward the
craft services table to grab a drink. He stopped a few feet away, having
spotted the guy again, and followed his line of sight. Sure enough, he was
leering at Sebastian while he was having a coffee and chatting with one of the
girls from makeup, oblivious to the unwanted attention. The guy gave him the
creeps for sure, but Chris didn't want to make a scene. He could just see the
rumors that would start to swirl about the nature of his and Sebastian's
relationship if he told some guy to quit staring at him. Besides, Sebastian was
a grown man and might get a little upset or embarrassed or both if Chris was
treating him like some damsel in distress.
Chris vowed to keep an eye on the situation regardless.
Which is why he may have panicked a little when they broke for lunch and
Sebastian was nowhere to be found. He checked the main catering tent first then
jogged back over to the table with snacks and drinks on it, but nothing. Worry
began to eat away at Chris' nerves, and he full-out ran to Sebastian's trailer
and pounded on the door.
Sebastian opened the door with reddened, startled eyes and tear-stained cheeks,
and Chris' heart dropped into his stomach. "Where is he?" he said through
gritted teeth, pushing past Sebastian into the trailer. "What did he do to
you?"
"What?" Sebastian mumbled, wiping at his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"I...nothing, sorry," Chris shook his head when it was obvious nothing
happened. "What's wrong?"
Sebastian laughed wryly. "Nothing. It's stupid."
Chris took his hand gently, pulling him closer. "Talk to me, Bash. What is it?"
Sebastian looked down, rubbing his thumb over Chris' hand. "I'm just tired. And
my agent wants me to fly back to New York this weekend to meet some Broadway
producer, and I told him that we've been filming for fifteen days straight and
I needed the break, but then he started yelling at me that I didn't care enough
and he's working so hard to get me these opportunities and then I just throw
them away and..." Sebastian shook his head. "I just feel like I'm being pulled
in a million different directions."
Chris pulled him into a hug, smiling at the sweet sigh that escaped Sebastian's
lips and the way he melted so easily against him. "I know how you feel," he
murmured, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. "They think they know what's
best for us, but I think they forget that we're only human. We some time to
ourselves to enjoy the here and now. We can't be constantly chasing the next
job." Sebastian nodded against him, clutching him tighter. Chris smiled again.
"C'mere," he said, leading him over to the small couch. He sat down and
Sebastian curled up next to him, resting his head on his shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're here with me," Sebastian said softly, tracing the design on
Chris' t-shirt. "I'd probably be going insane right now if it weren't for you."
"Same," Chris said, brushing his fingers through Sebastian's short, dark hair.
The younger man looked up at him with those wide blue eyes, his lips pulling
into a smile as his gaze flickered down to Chris mouth and back up to his eyes.
Chris smiled again, knowing exactly what he wanted. He propped a finger under
Sebastian's chin, tilting his face up and claiming his mouth in a tender kiss.
He groaned softly as Sebastian grabbed his face and deepened the kiss, pulling
him closer and starting to get hard as Sebastian straddled his thigh and
started rubbing against him.
"Want you," Sebastian whispered, slipping a hand under Chris' shirt and teasing
his nipples.
"Mm...you can have me," Chris whispered back, his heart fluttering a little at
Sebastian's wide, ecstatic smile. They kissed a little longer, and Chris had
just started bucking into the hand that was now teasing him through his jeans
when a loud knock on the trailer door startled them both.
"Five minutes!" the P.A. called out before moving on to the next trailer.
"Fuck," Chris hissed, and they both started laughing.
"Duty calls," Sebastian grinned, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Duty has awful timing," Chris grumbled.
Sebastian stuck his tongue out as he fixed both of their hair. "So...what are
you doing later tonight?" he asked.
"You?" Chris suggested with a wicked smirk.
Sebastian giggled. "Promise?"
Chris nodded. "Pinkie swear?" he said, sticking out his pinkie.
Sebastian rolled his eyes but wrapped his pinkie around Chris' and gave it a
little shake. "Okay, come on. Back to work."
Chris whined but followed him back to the set, praising his self-control when
he refrained from dragging Sebastian into any of the dark corners they passed
on the way there and having his way with him.
Later.
***** after party (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Evanstan AU in which Sebastian, Scarlett, Anthony, and Frank are in a
     band and Chris is totes their #1 fan.
"Why do these shindigs always attract cute girls and never cute guys?" Scarlett
sighed, taking a swig of her beer as she took a seat next to Sebastian at the
bar.
"I ask myself that all the time," Sebastian replied with a grin, polishing off
his whiskey sour and motioning for another.
"Anthony is literally the only one interested," she said, watching as their
drummer entertained a group of female fans with a ridiculously animated story.
"I know. I'm starting to think that's the only reason he joined the band,"
Sebastian said, popping a few peanuts into his mouth.
"Sebastian, gross," his guitarist frowned, pushing the bowl of peanuts away.
"Do you know how many germs you just consumed?"
"I'm hungry!" he whined in response.
"Here," she said, pulling a protein bar out of her back pocket and into his
hands.
"Thanks, mom," he laughed, unwrapping it and taking a bite.
Scarlett rolled her eyes, turning back around and scanning the crowd. A hot guy
at the entrance caught her eye, tall and fit with his red flannel shirt pushed
up to his elbows and showing off his tattoo sleeves. A bit of chest hair and
another tattoo peeked out of the white v-neck underneath, and his gorgeous blue
eyes sparkled as he looked around the room. "Mm, hello," Scarlett purred as she
downed the rest of her beer and leaned forward to get off her stool.
"Sorry, sweetie," Sebastian said, stopping her with one hand on her shoulder
and the other giving back the protein bar, "he's mine."
"Seriously?" she scowled, watching as Sebastian made his way through the crowd.
"Why are the cute ones always gay?!"
Chris smiled as Sebastian approached, getting out a quick, "Hi," before
Sebastian planted a heated kiss on his lips.
"Hi," Sebastian murmured back with a naughty grin. "Wanna get out of here?"
Chris laughed. "I just got here."
"So?" Sebastian trailed his fingers down Chris' chest and tugged at his shirt.
"All right," Chris shrugged, letting Sebastian drag him back out of the bar.
Scarlett sighed. At least someone was getting to tap that. "Good for you, Seb,"
she muttered but quirked the corner of her mouth up into a grin anyway.
"Hey, baby," some fedora with a death wish winked as he sidled up next to her.
"You must be tired 'cuz you've been running through my mind all night."
Scarlett rolled her eyes, dropping what was left of her protein bar into his
glass and walking away.
***** return of the grip creeper (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     An intimate evening is interrupted in a horrific manner.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE AND VIOLENCE.
"That was amazing," Sebastian murmured against Chris' shoulder, curled up
against his side as they basked in the afterglow. He ran his fingers through
his lover's chest hair and over his tattoos as that muscular chest he'd grown
obsessed with rose and fell with labored breaths.
"You're amazing," Chris breathed, grabbing Sebastian's hand and pulling it up
to his mouth to kiss his palm.
"Pfft, you did most of the work," Sebastian giggled, biting at his arm
playfully.
"You're right," Chris conceded, "I'm amazing. But you were pretty good too."
Sebastian flicked his side in response. "Ow," he laughed.
"Mm...do me a favor?" Sebastian purred, leaning up to nibble gently at Chris'
ear lobe.
"Anything."
"Finger me?"
Sebastian's words sent pleasant shivers down his spine and straight to his
cock. "Fuck, Bash..." he whispered, the other man's tongue tracing the outside
of his ear. "You're insatiable." His tone was teasingly exasperated, but he was
already sliding a hand down Sebastian's back. His cock jumped at the breathy
whimper that fell from his lover's lips right into his ear as he slipped two
fingers inside of him.
"Mm...you like that, don't you? You love it when I play with your little
fucked-out hole," Chris muttered, twisting his fingers around in Sebastian's
loose hole, still wet and sticky with his cum.
"Mmm yeah..." Sebastian whined, rutting against Chris' hip.
"I should make you lick my fingers clean," Chris continued, knowing Sebastian
loved it when he talked dirty. "Smear my cum all over that pink tongue."
"Oh, Chris, yes...please..." he breathed, his fingertips digging into Chris'
side as he grabbed at him desperately.
Chris pumped his fingers in and out, filling the room with a wet slapping
sound. "You gonna suck my cock when it's hard again?" he asked, and Sebastian
moaned out loud.
Before Sebastian could answer any further, the electricity went out with a dull
hum. When it didn't flicker back on in the next few seconds, Chris cursed
quietly and slipped his fingers out of Sebastian.
"No, please, baby...don't stop," Sebastian begged, "Keep going. We don't need
to see each other."
"It's not just the lights," Chris laughed softly. "If the electricity's out,
that means the heat's gone too. If I don't go turn it back on, it's gonna get
fucking freezing in here." Sebastian whined, and Chris didn't have to see him
to know he was pouting. Sebastian hated being cold. "The fuse box is in the
garage. This has happened before. I'll only be gone for a couple minutes, I
promise," he said, sliding out of bed and feeling his way over to the dresser.
"Hurry back, I'm already getting cold," Sebastian complained, pulling a sheet
over himself. He squinted in surprise as a bright light suddenly shined in his
face.
"Found my flashlight," Chris announced, holding the light under his chin and
making spooky ghost noises.
"Sto-op," Sebastian whined. "You know I'm still freaked out from that movie
last night."
"Sorry," Chris said, sliding a pair of boxers on. "I'll be right back. Don't
move a muscle."
"I won't," Sebastian grinned, stretching out on his back.
Chris made his way down the hall and through the kitchen of the small house he
was renting during filming, turning off the alarm before opening the door and
stepping out into the garage. "Jesus," he hissed as soon as he was outside. Why
was it so fucking cold in here already? The fuse box was fairly close to the
door, but he felt a strong breeze coming from the other direction and turned
around with his flashlight.
"What the fuck?" he muttered when he saw that the garage door was a third of
the way open. He knew he closed it when they got to the house, but now it was
up part of the way and a little bent in the middle like someone had forced it
open. Before he could investigate further, he was struck from behind and
crumpled to the cement floor in an unconscious heap.
Meanwhile, Sebastian had grabbed the comforter and pulled it up to his chin,
getting colder by the minute. He was wondering what was taking Chris so long
when his eyes adjusted to the darkness just enough to make out a shadowy figure
standing at the foot of the bed. "Fuck!" he squeaked, nearly jumping out of his
skin. "God, Chris, I didn't even hear you come in!" he cried, clamping a hand
over his thumping heart. "Why aren't the lights back on? Did you lose your
flashlight and get lost on the way there, ya meatball?"
Chris didn't respond, just grabbed the sheets and pulled them down slowly,
exposing Sebastian's naked body to the darkness. Sebastian moaned softly,
writhing a little on the mattress in anticipation. "Chris, come on...I'm
freezing," he whimpered, reaching out to him. There was a weight on the bed
then, and a strong hand wrapped around his ankle. Sebastian bit his lip and let
out a sweet sigh as Chris' hand traveled up his leg.
"Mm...you fucking tease," Sebastian whispered, closing his eyes and letting his
head fall to the side. Chris settled between his legs and pushed them open, and
Sebastian gasped in surprise as he felt the tip of his cock prodding against
his hole. "You change your mind, baby?" he purred, his own cock growing thick
and heavy against his stomach. "You wanna fuck my ass again?"
Chris remained silent as he pushed inside of Sebastian and buried himself to
the hilt. Once he got over the dizzying sensation of being filled and
stretched, Sebastian's brow furrowed in confusion at the sudden realization
that this didn't...feel like Chris. He was already slick and loose, yes,
but...still...Chris was bigger, thicker. Filled him more than this. This wasn't
Chris.
This wasn't Chris.
It hit him all at once, waves of fresh horror rolling over his body with every
realization. He didn't move like Chris. He didn't sound like Chris. He didn't
smell like Chris. Whoever this was leaned over him, and Sebastian started
pushing at him with all of his might. "Get off me! Get the fuck off me!" he
screamed, clawing at the man's face and neck. Strong hands grabbed at his arms,
trying to pin them above his head, but Sebastian was a wild animal now, backed
into a corner and fighting for his life.
He thrashed back and forth underneath him, throwing the man off balance enough
that he slipped out of him, and Sebastian brought his knee up hard, jamming it
into the man's...stomach? He couldn't really tell. But then, all of a sudden,
he felt something cold and sharp pressing against his throat. And there was no
mistaking what that was.
"Stop fighting or I'll gut you like a fish," a strange voice hissed, dark and
callous and terrifying.
"Please..." Sebastian begged, tears stinging at his eyes. "Please don't do
this."
The man didn't respond, just pressed the knife against his throat as he pushed
back inside of him and started thrusting in and out.
*
Everything was cold. Cold and dark. Cold and dark and good fucking god the back
of my head hurts...
Chris blinked his eyes open slowly, the back of his head hurting like a
motherfucker and his cheek practically frozen where it lay against the cold
concrete.
What the fuck happened?
It was still dark, so he reached a hand out, searching for his flashlight. He
couldn't find it, though, and he didn't see its light shining anywhere, so he
slowly, carefully got back up on his feet and felt his way toward the door. He
swayed considerably and leaned against the car for support, moving forward
until he was at the rear view mirror. He knew the door would be directly to his
left then, so he reached out and touched it then felt his way right until he
hit the fuse box. Chris dragged his hand down until he felt the large switch at
the bottom and flipped it over to the right.
The garage lit up, and Chris had to cover his eyes for a moment until his eyes
adjusted. The first thing he saw was the garage door, clear now in the light
that it had been jimmied open. Chris reached up and touched the back of his
head, and his fingers came away wet with blood. The blood that was still inside
his body ran cold as he realized...
SEBASTIAN.
Chris threw the door open and raced back through the house. He knew he wasn't
moving as fast as he should; his head was swimming and he was always /this
close/ to falling down, but he had to keep pushing. He turned the corner into
the master bedroom, and the sickening sight nearly knocked him on his ass.
That grip, that fucking grip. He was on top of Sebastian, holding a knife to
his throat and raping him. Chris didn't think. He saw red and threw himself at
the guy, tackling him to the floor on the other side of the bed and punching
him in the face and neck as hard as he possibly could. The grip fought back,
and Chris felt the bite of the cold blade as it sliced open his arm.
That didn't stop him. He shoved away the arm attached to the knife and held it
at bay with one hand while the other was still balled into a fist and slamming
into the grip's face. Unfortunately, the knife-free hand of the grip was free
to grab Chris by the neck and slam his head into the dresser. The world spun
just long enough for the grip to get the better of Chris, throwing him to the
ground and surging forward for a counter attack.
Chris came back to himself just in time to hear a sickening crack. He crumpled
to the floor as if he had been struck, but he hadn't. He breathed shallowly,
his eyes losing focus as he watched Sebastian slam a heavy wooden lamp into the
grip's skull over and over again until nothing was left but a disgusting,
bloody mess.
Sebastian dropped the lamp, sobbing and staggering backwards. Chris wanted to
reach out for him, wanted to get up and go to him and wrap his arms around him
and tell him that it was over, that they were safe now. But he couldn't. He
couldn't move. He felt so weak. And so tired.
Sebastian turned his head, his face melting in horror and despair as he saw the
knife sticking out of Chris' abdomen. "No," he sobbed, "No no no..." He fell
onto his knees in front of him, hands hovering around the knife but knowing he
should leave it in to minimize blood loss. He touched Chris' face instead.
"Don't leave me," he begged.
I won't, Chris wanted to say, but he couldn't. He just looked up at him
instead, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes one last time before his world
went black.
***** hot chocolate (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
Chris grinned when he came out of the bathroom to find Sebastian had buried
himself under the covers. "Cold?" he asked, lifting the corner of the quilt to
peek inside.
"Yes," Sebastian pouted. "Get in here!"
Chris laughed, slipping into bed with his boyfriend and nuzzling him
affectionately as he felt Sebastian's hands grabbing at his body and pulling
him closer. "You want something hot to drink? Maybe some coffee?" he suggested.
Sebastian made a face. "We can't have coffee, we're going to sleep."
"Hot chocolate?"
"Did somebody say hot chocolate?" a booming voice called out from the hallway.
Anthony jumped into the room in his underwear and started dancing around. "I
got your hot chocolate right here," he said, shaking his butt at them.
"Oh my god," Sebastian muttered with a giggle, clapping a hand over his face.
"Stop trying to seduce my boyfriend!" Chris cried in an accusatory tone,
shielding Sebastian's eyes.
"Fine, fine! I'm leaving." Anthony left the room for about five seconds before
poking his butt back into the doorway and wiggling it again. Chris threw a
pillow at it, rolling his eyes as his frat brother cackled all the way back to
his room down the hall.
"We really need to get our own place," Chris sighed.
"Maybe one with a heating apparatus that's not a hundred years old?" Sebastian
asked with the cutest hopeful grin.
"I'm your heating apparatus, and I'm only twenty years old," Chris replied,
wrapping his arms around Sebastian in a cuddly bear hug. Sebastian giggled and
hugged him back until they both fell asleep.
***** something more (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian wasn't his boyfriend, per se; they had a murky, undefined
     friends-with-benefits sort of relationship, but he felt like home
     almost as much as Boston.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chris sighed and tugged his hat down lower, hoping to go unrecognized and
unbothered in the hour or so he had to wait 'til his flight from London to New
York. He sat in the airline's first class lounge, trying to clear his head and
calm his jumbled nerves. He'd been filming for two months straight, a spinning
top the whole time, but now that the work was over, he was wobbling and
tumbling out of the spin. He wasn't home yet, so he didn't yet have anywhere
comfortable to land and instead felt all shaky and out of sorts.
Chris closed his eyes and tried to wipe the metaphor from his mind to erase the
feeling of falling. He wasn't even headed home, not yet. Sebastian had asked
him to visit before he drove up to Boston, so he'd be spending a few days at
least in New York. Which was fine. Which was more than fine, actually.
Sebastian wasn't his boyfriend, per se; they had a murky, undefined friends-
with-benefits sort of relationship, but he felt like home almost as much as
Boston.
Chris looked at his watch, trying to calculate the exact hour at which he would
be in Sebastian's arms again. Arms he hoped were as desperate to wrap around
him as he was desperate to be held. The closer he was to seeing him again, the
more his body and soul ached for it. That warm, familiar weight pressing
against his body. Those long, elegant fingers tracing his muscles. A pair of
soft pink lips that curled into a smile against his own and kissed every worry
and ache from existence. That dulcet voice that turned him on with pleasant
murmurs or turned on him with biting sarcasm; Chris loved it either way.
He checked the time again, wanting to text Sebastian but knowing A) it was
still the ass crack of dawn in New York, and B) Sebastian had been filming the
previous night til 1 AM. He slipped his headphones on instead, listening to
some new music that reminded him of Sebastian.
honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes,
I feel like a person for a moment of my life
Chris sighed and pulled out his phone. He couldn't help himself. Flight's on
time, Boarding in 30 minutes. Should be there around 2. Can't wait to see
you.Chris leaned his head back against the seat and probably would have fallen
asleep had his phone not buzzed in his pocket a few minutes later.
Hm...good to know. I'll probably still be in bed. Unless you'd rather have me
somewhere else? ;)
Chris stared at his phone for a long time before answering, letting all of the
things he wanted to say run through his head to get them out of his system.
I miss you.
I love you.
I want to be exclusive.
I want you to be my boyfriend.
And I want everyone to know it.
I want us to be something more.
But he didn't say any of those things. He couldn't. Sebastian had never said or
done anything to indicate that he was interested in anything beyond sex, and
Chris didn't want to risk scaring him off and losing what they had. He sighed
and typed a response. No, that's fine. We can start in the bed.
Mm, sounds like a plan. Can't keep my eyes open though. If you'll excuse me,
I'm off to dream about you fucking me on every surface in my apartment. Fly
safe, see you later. xoxo
Chris' mouth quirked up into a grin as he closed the messaging screen and
opened up his photos instead, quickly scrolling to and opening one of Sebastian
in bed laughing and trying to hide from the camera. He stared wistfully,
brushing his thumb over the screen until they announced his flight was now
boarding. He put his phone away and stood up, counting the minutes until they'd
be together again.
Chapter End Notes
     Lyrics are from Hozier's "To Be Alone."
***** juices (chris/sabine) *****
Chapter Summary
     GENDERSWAAAP! Because Sebastian would make such a pretty girl. <3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You don't think wings would be too messy?" Chris asked loudly over the dull
roar that filled the bar, "I wouldn't want to ruin my new shirt." He grinned
and ran a proud hand down the front of the lightweight sweater Sabine had
bought him for his birthday, heather grey with specks of blue that brought out
his eyes.
"It's nothing you can't handle," she shrugged, bopping to the music as she
leaned in close to Chris' ear. "You're used to having juices running down your
chin." Sabine plucked the orange wedge from the rim of her drink, flashing
Chris a cheshire grin as she curled back against the booth and sucked it dry.
Chris' eyes clouded with lust as he stared open-mouthed at his girlfriend,
fixated momentarily on her glossy pink smile before closing the space between
them and letting his lips brush against her bare shoulder. He closed his eyes,
inhaling the sweet honeysuckle scent of Sabine's perfume as he leaned forward
and nuzzled behind her ear. "Think I could get some more practice in later
tonight?" he murmured, meeting her gaze with a heated smile.
Sabine pulled the orange wedge away from her mouth, tugging her bottom lip
between her teeth as she returned the smile and shrugged. "We'll see," she
teased, tilting her face up slightly as Chris stroked his fingertips along the
soft line of her jaw and captured her mouth in a languorous but passionate
kiss. It was lovely. Dizzying. Until a handful of pretzels hit the side of her
face.
"Hey!" Chris snapped, shooting a glare in the direction of the salty assault.
"Boo!" Anthony bellowed, tossing another few pretzels at Chris. "No making out
on group night!"
"Yeah, save that shit for your dates," Scarlett agreed, rolling her eyes as she
tossed back the rest of her whiskey sour.
"Asshole," Sabine glowered, returning a handful of pretzels directly to
Anthony's face.
"You're feisty, Sabine," he commented, pulling a pretzel out of his collar and
popping it into his mouth. "I like that."
"Remember you said that when I'm kicking your ass in the parking lot later,"
she replied, brushing salt and crumbs off Chris' new sweater.
"Somebody needs a fresh drink," Anthony declared, twisting around in his seat
to motion toward the waitress. "Another round on me!"
"Finally," Scarlett muttered, setting her glass down with a clang.
"Finally?" Anthony chuckled and turned back around, "You literally just
finished your drink. Pace yourself, girl. It's not a race."
"No, not that," Scarlett replied, pointing toward the entrance where the rest
of their friends had just arrived. "And don't tell me how to drink."
Anthony rolled his eyes as he and Scarlett slid out of the booth to greet their
companions. "Is everyone mad at me now? Is this how this night's gonna be?"
Sabine turned to Chris and chuckled at the pout he still wore on his face from
being interrupted. "To be continued," she promised with a wink, combing her
fingers through his hair and sliding out of the booth. Chris' face lit up with
an excited grin, and he followed her across the bar like a puppy.
Chapter End Notes
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***** nightmare (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
     A night of drunken sex takes a dark turn.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: RAPE/NON-CON.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"C'monnn," Sebastian whined as he stumbled backwards up the stairs of the frat
house while pulling Chris along with him, "I want you to fuck me."
"Well that's good," Chris grinned, swaying back and forth as he tried to
maintain his footing on the stairs, "'cause m'gonna fuck you."
"So hurry uuuup," Sebastian whined again, pulling on Chris' arms.
"M'going as fast as I can, you impatient lil' minx," Chris muttered, frowning
down at his feet like they were betraying him.
"Sorry, I just want your cock so bad," Sebastian pouted.
"Mm...gonna give it to you."
"Yeah?" Sebastian grinned as they finally made it to the upstairs landing. "You
gonna give it to me hard?"
"Gonna give it to you however you want it," Chris promised him, tugging him
closer and mouthing at his neck.
"Well I want it hard," Sebastian moaned as Chris pressed him up against the
door to his room.
"Then I'm gonna give it to you hard," Chris whispered huskily, sliding his
hands down the back of Sebastian's shorts and groping his perfect little butt.
Sebastian whimpered and reached behind him, turning the knob and falling into
the room so they could stumble over to the bed, kissing and undressing each
other on the way.
"Mmph...wait," Sebastian said, pulling away, "I have to pee."
Chris sighed dramatically. "Tease."
"I'll be right back," Sebastian giggled.
"You better," Chris grunted, watching that cute little butt until it
disappeared into the bathroom.
Sebastian was only in the bathroom for a minute or two, but when he came back
into the bedroom, Chris was fast asleep. "Seriously?" Sebastian said, walking
over to the bed and tugging on Chris' foot. "Chri-is, wake up!" He pouted when
he only got a soft snore in return.
"Well, fine," Sebastian muttered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face
as he crawled onto the bed and planted himself between Chris' legs. "I'll just
have to entertain myself then." He bent down, licking every inch of Chris'
flaccid cock. Sebastian dipped down further, nuzzling and kissing on his balls
before taking his boyfriend's cock into his mouth and humming contentedly as he
sucked it up and down.
Nothing happened, though. Chris remained asleep, and his cock didn't even get
erect. Sebastian pulled off with a sigh, about to curl up next to Chris and go
to sleep when he realized someone else was in the room with him.
"What's the matter?" a deep voice asked, causing Sebastian to jump and scramble
to cover Chris and himself with a sheet. "Sleeping beauty over there can't give
you what you need?" He was tall and muscular, built like a brick shithouse, and
Sebastian had never seen him before.
"Th-this is my boyfriend," Sebastian stuttered, struggling to remain polite in
hopes of not aggravating or provoking this creep. "And this is his room. Could
you please leave?"
"Not when a pretty little thing like you's in need of a nice, deep dicking," he
said, coming close enough for Sebastian to see that he was groping himself
through a pair of sweatpants, his massive erection plain to see through the
material.
Sebastian's heart thudded in his chest, and he shoved at Chris' shoulder in a
panic. "Chris, wake up!" he hissed. The guy stepped even closer with a chilling
smirk, and Sebastian yanked on Chris' arm. "Chris!" he shrieked desperately.
"C'mon baby, don't be shy," the guy cooed, grabbing Sebastian by the arm and
pulling him down to the foot of the bed.
"No, please!" Sebastian sobbed, struggling futilely in his iron grip. "Please,
stop...no! Chris!" He was forced onto his stomach, one big, meaty hand holding
him down while the other grabbed handfuls of his bare ass. "Chris, please," he
whimpered, clutching at his leg. He sucked in a sharp breath, sobbing and
begging as a pair of wet fingers forced their way into his ass. "No...please
stop...please don't do this..."
"Fuck...you're a tight little slut aren't you?" the menacing voice behind him
said, his long, thick fingers pressing against Sebastian's prostate and causing
his cock to betray him by swelling and firming. "I'm gonna tear this little ass
apart."
Sebastian sobbed harder when he felt it, that massive cock pressing and gliding
between his cheeks. "No! Please! Chris!"
"CHRIS!"
Chris was startled awake by Sebastian's scream, and his eyes blinked rapidly as
they adjusted to the dark. He looked down beside him and saw Sebastian with
eyes closed, still asleep as he writhed violently and whimpered and cried out.
"Sebastian, wake up," he said softly but with panic in his voice. He shook him
gently. "Sebastian!"
Sebastian woke up with a start, his eyes wide and wild until they focused on
Chris' face. Tears trickled down his cheeks then, and he curled into Chris'
body and sobbed quietly against his chest.
"It's okay," Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him
tight. "It's just a dream. It's over now. I'm here. You're okay, you're safe."
Sebastian nodded against him, his hands clutching at Chris's back. He knew he
was safe, he was okay, but he didn't feel like it. He felt dirty and used. He
needed to be cleansed. "I...I wanna take a shower," he mumbled.
"Okay," Chris nodded, but Sebastian didn't move. "You want me to go with you?"
Sebastian nodded shyly. "Okay, baby." He sat up carefully, shuffling off the
bed and making his way into the bathroom with Sebastian clinging to his hand
the whole way there. He reached into the shower, turning it on and sticking his
hand out so he could feel when the water was hot enough. They shucked off their
underwear and stepped into the tub, Chris wrapping his arms around Sebastian
again and kissing his forehead as the hot water sprayed down on them.
Sebastian closed his eyes, resting his head on Chris' shoulder and humming
softly as the warm water and Chris' embrace calmed his nerves. He felt Chris
yawn against him and looked up with guilt in his eyes. "Sorry," he murmured,
"you can go back to bed if you want."
"I'm okay," Chris said, shaking his head and bringing a hand up to rub at his
sleepy eyes. "Could we maybe...sit down though?" Sebastian nodded eagerly.
"Okay. I don't know if we'll fit, but here goes nothing." Chris maneuvered
carefully, sitting down with his back against the end of the tub and legs
stretched out in front of him. Sebastian lowered himself, settling between
Chris' legs and sitting kind of sideways. Chris had to drape his legs over
Sebastian's body for them to fit, but Sebastian didn't mind. He felt safer with
Chris wrapped around him and smiled as he curled up against his boyfriend's
chest with the soothing warm water splashing down on them.
"Love you," Chris murmured, rubbing a hand down Sebastian's back. "Forever and
always."
"Ditto," Sebastian grinned, his nightmare quickly becoming a distant memory.
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***** burn the witch! (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian the teenage witch AU.
     WARNING: Mild sexual assault.
"Burn the witch!" the group of boys laughed and shouted, throwing lit matches
at his boyfriend. Stupid, cruel boys who hated Sebastian because he was
different. Boys Chris thought were his friends.
Most of those friendships dissolved when their light teasing of the new kid
turned into outright bullying. Chris couldn't condone that kind of heartless
behavior. He was too good, too kindhearted. He was raised better than that. He
wouldn't let anyone be treated like a pariah, not if he could help it.
And that was before he fell in love with the subject of their ire. And good
lord, what an absolute shitstorm it was when his feelings for Sebastian became
public knowledge. Even his closest friends, boys he'd known since he was in
diapers, guys he knew were kind and rational; even they wouldn't stand by him
then.
Not that he regretted it - putting his arm around Sebastian in the cafeteria,
kissing his cheek in the library, holding his hand in the hallway - he wouldn't
take any of it back, not for anything. But he was a fool for thinking it would
do anything to dissuade them, to get them to leave Sebastian alone. It only
made things worse.
But this was different. This was darker. And he couldn't...stop them. He
couldn't move. He could only stand there and watch as they laughed and taunted
and formed a circle around Sebastian so they could shove him back and forth.
"Don't let him talk," one of those boys sneered as he responded to Sebastian's
quiet pleas by shoving his face to the side. "He'll cast a spell on you and
turn you into a fag like he did to Evans." A chorus of laughter that made Chris
want to smash all their faces in. But he was stuck, like an insect trapped in
amber.
"Maybe that's how he gets his powers," some pudgy little fuck snorted. He was
all too eager to join in the torment because it meant the others had stopped
ragging on him for being fat. "He steals the life force of every poor bastard
who comes inside him." Chris let loose a soundless scream at the overly
enthusiastic laughter that followed. His veins were in danger of tearing apart
at the rage that flowed through them when the boys began jamming their hands
down the back of Sebastian's jeans.
"Is that what you want, little witch? You want us to make you more powerful?"
He couldn't even tell which voice belonged to which kid anymore, it was all
just a dizzying blur. He could see the panic that flooded Sebastian's beautiful
blue eyes as the boys started tearing at his clothes, the pain and disbelief as
a grubby pair of fingers forced themselves into his ass.
"Please....stop...please don't do this...why are you doing this to me?"
Sebastian sobbed softly as the gang forced him onto his knees in the center of
the quickly constricting circle. Chris screamed himself hoarse, begging his
boyfriend to fight back, but there was no noise. How could they do this to such
a sweet, gentle boy? To someone who considered life so precious that he
wouldn't even fight back against these assholes who didn't even deserve to live
as far as Chris was concerned, he'd gladly remove their spines if he could.
Just. Fucking. MOVE.
Chris awoke with a start, his vision a little blurry at first but clear enough
to make out Sebastian looming over him with a damp rag in hand.
"Hey," Sebastian said softly though he was clearly startled by Chris' sudden
movement, "It's okay. I've got you." That smooth, honeyed voice, still tinged
with an accent no matter how desperately Sebastian had tried to get rid of it;
so warm and soothing that Chris just wanted to curl up in it like a blanket and
fall back asleep. "How's your head?"
Chris reached up in confusion but Sebastian stopped him. "No, hey...don't
touch. I put a salve on it."
"A what?" Chris asked, his memory slowly falling into place. A vision of a rock
hitting his forehead.
"It's...like a paste. Like those oils, remember? But stronger. It'll help you
heal."
"Are you okay?" Chris asked quickly, curling his worried fingers around
Sebastian's slender wrist. "D-did they hurt you?"
"Me? No," Sebastian replied quietly, turning to wring out the rag in a bowl of
water.
"Babe...it's okay," Chris said, swallowing thickly. "You can tell me."
Sebastian turned back to face him with an amused half-grin. "Chris, I'm fine.
They didn't do anything to me. They saw the blood and freaked out and ran off.
Fucking cowards." He leaned forward, dabbing at the side of Chris' head with
the rag.
"Okay." Chris breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into the couch
cushions.
"Get some rest, okay? I'll have my mom look at your head when she gets home
from work." Chris nodded, and Sebastian bent down to kiss his cheek. "Don't
worry, I'll be here to protect you," he added with a cherubic grin and Chris
returned the smile as he faded back to sleep.
***** oh that grace, oh that body (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian the teenage witch AU. The morning after their first time.
     <3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chris stretched like a cat as he began to wake on the floor of Sebastian's
basement. He smiled at the feeling of the other boy's bare skin against his
own, flexing a hand on his boyfriend's warm, flat stomach as he played the
night before over and over again in his head. His body thrummed pleasantly at
the memory, his full lips brushing at the downy hair on the back of Sebastian's
neck.
He rolled a little onto his back so he could stretch again, accidentally
pulling the blankets off Sebastian's body as he did so and turned his head to
lazily admire his bare skin. Chris' eyes fixated on Sebastian's butt, and he
bit back a groan at the perfect sight of it. He didn't pay it nearly as much as
attention as he'd wanted to the night before, weeks and weeks of fantasizing
about making love to Sebastian preventing him from prolonging foreplay a second
further, so he licked his lips and shifted down to settle behind his
boyfriend's perfect ass.
Chris pushed his face gently between Sebastian's cheeks, grunting softly and
pressing kisses everywhere. He pulled back only slightly, spreading him open
and rubbing his tongue in slow circles over that rosy little asshole that was
no longer cherry. He heard a soft sound of pleasure from up above and opened
his crystalline blue eyes to see Sebastian gazing over his shoulder at him, his
plump red lips hanging open in a silent 'o'.
"Oh, Chris..." his boyfriend whimpered blissfully, a slight undulation in his
hips as Chris eased his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and lovingly
licked him open. "Fuck," he panted, reaching down and rubbing the back of
Chris' head as the older boy licked his slippery pink entrance again and again.
"Please," he swallowed thickly, tugging on his neck when the sensation verged
on overwhelming.
Chris let out a satisfied moan, kissing a slow path up Sebastian's back and
side and devouring his boyfriend's mouth when the younger boy rolled over to
meet him. "I love you," he whispered breathlessly before Sebastian could beat
him to the punch. "I am hopelessly, insanely, in love with you."
Sebastian bit his bottom lip and smiled, his eyes shining wetly. "Same," he
grinned and pulled Chris down for another langorous kiss. His laughter bubbled
up adorably as Chris placed kisses on his nose and chin before biting playfully
at his throat. Sebastian let out a sweet sigh at the weight of Chris' body
settling on top of him and between his legs and pressing him into the blankets
below. He loved the feeling but let out a muffled whimper and winced as he
shifted his own weight the wrong way.
"Still sore?" Chris asked, his voice soft with concern.
"Yeah, a little bit," Sebastian admitted, "but it's okay. I kinda like it."
Chris smiled, dipping his head for another taste of Sebastian's lips. "And,
um...I liked what you were doing...earlier. It felt really good," he added
shyly, his cheeks flushing pink.
"Earlier?" Chris echoed, a mischievous grin spreading across his handsome face.
"You mean when I was sliding my eager tongue in and out of your beautiful
little asshole?"
Sebastian's face turned beet red, and he brought a hand up to hide behind.
"What, are you shy all of a sudden?" Chris laughed happily.
"Maybe."
"Hm. You weren't so shy last night with my big, hard cock buried in your tight
little ass." Chris smiled wide, delighting in the mortified squeak his words
elicited.
"Oh, Chris..." he continued, taking on a higher tone to lovingly mimic
Sebastian in the throes of passion, "oh yeah...that feels so good...oh gods,
you're so big...mmm, fuck me Chris, fuck me!"
"Oh gods, stop!" Sebastian pleaded, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
Chris giggled and scattered a flurry of kisses over Sebastian's neck and
pentacle tattoos. "You're so stinkin' cute."
Sebastian bit his lip, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth. "You are."
"Mm hmm," Chris nodded in agreement. "We're adorable."
Sebastian wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in Chris' broad chest
and giggling happily against it. "Love you."
Chris grinned and craned his neck to kiss the top of Sebastian's head. "Love
you more."
Chapter End Notes
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***** 'til the stars burn out (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Chris wants to keep Sebastian forever.
It was still dark when Chris opened his eyes, the only illumination in the room
being a handful of errant moonbeams that spilled over Sebastian's face. Chris
smiled fondly, his heart swelling with love for the sweet, shy man and all the
beauty he brought into his life. There was no moonlight in any other part of
the room. It was as if even the moon herself couldn't keep her hands off of
such a perfect creature.
Chris didn't blame her and leaned forward, capturing Sebastian's sleeping lips
in a tender, heartfelt kiss. "I love you," he whispered, "and I wanna keep you
forever. I want you to be mine 'til the stars burn out." He smiled, brushing
his fingers through Sebastian's dark hair. "If you're cool with that, just keep
lying there asleep."
He stared at him until the hands of sleep dragged him back into the dreamworld,
starry-eyed and hopelessly in love. "Good," he murmured quietly as he finally
drifted off.
***** a flower grows in brooklyn (steve/bucky) *****
Chapter Summary
     AU where Steve runs an inner-city art program, and Bucky is a
     promising young student.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose.
He'd been doing paperwork for the last hour, trying to figure out how to
stretch their sparse budget wide enough to prevent any programs from being cut.
It was bleak work, and he needed a break.
Steve pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching a bit before walking
around the classroom. He went over to the far wall where the student art was
displayed, and he immediately felt better as he admired their work. The still
life sketches reminded him how important this program was; the work that the
kids put into their drawings showed him that they really cared about what they
did in his class, that it meant something to them. And sometimes that was all
somebody needed to keep going.
He focused on one drawing in particular and marveled at how much emotion
someone so inexperienced in art could pour into a simple sketch of some bottles
and fake flowers. The flowers were drooping and shaded in such a way that they
appeared to be dying, yet they remained upright and stretching toward the light
source, almost defiantly so. Steve wasn't surprised to see the name 'Bucky'
scrawled across the bottom of the paper and smiled warmly.
He was feeling inspired and walked back over to his desk, pushing the paperwork
aside and pulling out his sketch book. He grabbed a charcoal pencil and started
roughly blocking out the icy concrete from which a rose would soon bloom. Steve
caught movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up, seeing Bucky Barnes
standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Bucky," he said with a welcoming smile. "What's up?"
"I missed my bus," Bucky told him, his voice deadpan as usual.
"Oh, well...I think they run every fifteen minutes," Steve said, checking his
watch. "Another one should be here in just a few."
"Yeah. I thought so too. But I guess we were wrong."
"Oh," Steve frowned, wrinkling his brow. "Do you need a ride then? I'd be happy
to drop you off on my way home."
"No. S'okay. I called my neighbor, he's on his way."
"Okay..." Steve's voice trailed off as he wasn't sure what Bucky wanted then.
Bucky let out a deep sigh, seemingly annoyed that Steve couldn't read his mind.
"Can I wait in here?"
"Oh, yeah, sure! Of course. Come on in, sit anywhere you'd like. You've got the
whole classroom to yourself now!" Steve let out an awkward laugh and
immediately made a face at himself.
Bucky sauntered back into the classroom, his eyes widening a little at Steve's
weird enthusiasm, but he didn't comment on it. He looked around at the empty
tables before finally grabbing a chair near the front and dragging it up to
Steve's desk. He dropped his beat-up old backpack on the floor and sat down
across from Steve, looking down at his open sketchbook. "What are you drawing?
A sidewalk?"
"Uh...yeah..." Steve replied slowly, caught off guard by Bucky and his charming
lack of decorum. "Well, a flower, actually. Growing out of it."
Bucky looked up at him with a wry stare. "You obsessed with flowers or
something, man? You've been making us draw them all week."
Steve huffed out a soft laugh, rubbing at his face self-consciously. "No, not
obsessed. Just, uh...inspired." He smiled at Bucky, who quirked his mouth up
into a grin in response and declined to mention that Steve now had a smudge of
charcoal on his nose.
"Well, don't let me stop you," Bucky said, leaning back in the chair but not
taking his eyes off the sketch.
Steve regarded him with a warm smile for a moment longer before putting his
focus back on the sketch, his hand moving in short, brisk strokes as Bucky
watched. He couldn't remember ever having an audience for this before, but he
didn't mind. In fact, it was kind of nice. There was an odd familiarity between
them that just felt right.
Which probably should have been the first sign that things were about to go
very wrong.
Chapter End Notes
     This was originally going to be a longer fic, but I'm terrible at
     finishing anything, so...here you go. :\
***** when did you know (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Who wants something sappy?! :'D
"Help!" Chris shouted as he burst through the emergency room doors. "We need
help! He stepped on broken glass at the beach. He cut his foot, really bad."
"Chris," Sebastian groaned, flushing in embarrassment. "Please relax. It's not
that bad."
"Yes it is! You're hurt, you're bleeding, you're in pain, you need medical
attention!"
"Babe, please...I'll be okay. You having a panic attack isn't going to help
anyone." The wounded puppy dog look on Chris' face was too much, and Sebastian
was glad for the distraction of the nurses as they ran over to help. They
wheeled him back to a room and promised that a doctor would be in soon, leaving
Chris to pace nervously next to the bed.
It wasn't until Sebastian was stitched up with a nice dose of dilaudid flowing
through his veins that Chris relaxed, brushing his fingers through Sebastian's
hair and asking if he felt better.
"Mm hmm," Sebastian nodded sleepily, woozy from the painkillers, "'m cold
though."
"Want me to get you a blanket?"
Sebastian shook his head. "Don't want a blanket. Want you," he mumbled,
reaching out for him.
Chris gave him a lopsided grin and carefully slid into the bed with him,
rubbing a hand up and down Sebastian's back as the younger man curled into him.
"Sorry," Chris said softly.
"For what?" Sebastian murmured.
"For taking you on the worst date ever."
Sebastian smiled against his chest. "Hey...we ended up in bed together. Sounds
like a pretty good date to me."
Chris chuckled quietly, gazing back down at Sebastian when he lifted his weary
head to smile up at him. He brushed a thumb over his cheek, and Sebastian felt
a warmth rush through his body that had nothing to do with pain medication.
*
"So, to answer your question," Sebastian said, pausing to lick the envelope of
the last wedding invitation, "that's when I first knew I loved you." He smiled
across the table at his fiancé, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears.
"Oh, babe," Chris whispered, leaning across the table impulsively to kiss him.
"Careful," Sebastian chuckled against his mouth, catching Chris' wobbling wine
glass right before it spilled all over the stack of invitations.
"Oops," Chris said with a sheepish grin. "That woulda been bad."
"Meatball," Sebastian replied, rolling his eyes affectionately before
straightening the stack of envelopes and tucking them out of the way. "So when
did you first know you loved me?"
"When I first laid eyes on you."
Sebastian scoffed into his wine glass as he took another sip. "And here I was,
giving you a serious, heartfelt answer..."
"Shut up, I am being serious," Chris grinned, reaching across the table and
grasping Sebastian's hand.
"You sure took long enough doing anything about it," Sebastian murmured, biting
his lip as he watched Chris press a soft kiss to each one of his knuckles.
"Well, I didn't want to scare you away. My skittish little Romanian kitten."
Sebastian laughed, and Chris smiled brightly in return. "I didn't want to be
the Pepé le Pew to your...whatever that cat's name was."
"Penelope Pussycat."
Chris made a face. "That's obscene."
Sebastian's face crinkled up adorably as he let out another laugh. "That's also
the most accurate analogy I've ever heard."
"Shut up," Chris pouted.
Sebastian tipped his head back, finishing off his glass of wine and wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm not gonna wanna marry you if you keep
telling me to shut up," he teased.
"Pfft. I'd like to see you try to get away. You cannot escape Pepé le Pew," he
added in his best impression of the cartoon skunk.
"Oh god, is that your French accent?" Sebastian grimaced, pushing himself up
out of his chair and heading towards the kitchen. "I think I need more wine."
"Where do you think you are going?" Chris asked in his new terrible French
accent, following his fiancé into the kitchen and grabbing at his hips.
"Leave me alone, Pepé," Sebastian laughed, swatting playfully at Chris' hands.
"Never," Chris grinned, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's waist and nuzzling
his neck when he came to a stop at the counter. "I'll never leave you alone."
Sebastian abandoned the wine bottle to turn around in Chris' arms. "Promise?"
he asked softly, touching his fiancé’s cheek.
Chris' eyes softened as he nodded. "Promise."
Sebastian beamed up at him, pulling him in for a kiss that didn't end until
they were pulling each other's clothes off in the bedroom.
***** home alone (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian the teenage witch AU.
Chris blinked his eyes open groggily as the opening notes of 'I Put a Spell On
You' coming from his phone woke him from his sleep. He looked at the screen out
of habit even though he knew from the music that it was Sebastian calling
before answering with a gruff, "Hello?"
"Chris?" Sebastian's voice came through the phone soft and hesitant.
"Yeah," Chris replied, rubbing at his eyes and looking at the clock to see it
was a little past 2 AM. "What's up?"
"I, um... I'm sorry. You're probably exhausted from the game. I should let you
sleep."
"No, it's okay," he said, pulling himself into an upright position. "What is
it, babe?"
"It's stupid."
"Sebastian..." Chris could hear that nervous little sighing sound Sebastian
made when he was embarrassed, and he could picture clearly the blush that was
probably creeping across his cheeks. He grinned, imagining how cute his
boyfriend looked at the moment.
"I'm scared," Sebastian finally admitted quietly.
"Why? What happened?" Chris said quickly, his body tensing up.
"Nothing happened, it's just... My mom is out of town, and I'm all alone in the
house, and I was watching a horror movie, and now I think I'm hearing things,
and I'm too scared to sleep."
"And you want me to come over," Chris said, smiling fondly.
"You don't have to. I know I'm being ridiculous."
"Oh, shush. I'm already getting dressed," Chris said, cradling the phone
between his ear and shoulder as he pulled a pair of jeans on.
"Okay. Thank you," Sebastian murmured, audibly relaxing.
"No problem. See you soon, baby."
"See you soon. Bye."
*
Chris flashed Sebastian the goofiest of smiles when his boyfriend peeked
through the curtains to make sure it was him knocking at the door, wanting to
put him at ease right away.
"Hi," Sebastian said almost shyly as he opened the door, the dulcet sound of
his voice making Chris' heart flutter pleasantly.
"Hi," Chris replied as he stepped inside. "I'm here to rescue you from the
things that go bump in the night."
"My hero," Sebastian grinned, wrapping his arms around Chris' neck and greeting
him with a kiss.
"Mm...that made it worth the trip right there," Chris winked.
"Stop," Sebastian blushed and rolled his eyes. "Come on." He pulled Chris into
the living room but paused and chewed his lip nervously. "Um...I guess you can
just go to sleep if you want. I mean, I already feel better just having you
here."
"Do you think you can fall asleep now?"
"No," Sebastian confessed, ducking his head. "I'm still on edge."
"Then let's hang out 'til you're tired," Chris said, flopping down on the couch
and pulling Sebastian down with him.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked with guilty eyes.
"Babe," Chris chuckled, grasping his hand and kissing his knuckles. "I would do
anything for you. Asking me to come over in the middle of the night because you
don't feel safe is by no means a ridiculous request. I'm happy to be here."
Sebastian beamed, biting his lip adorably before leaning forward and kissing
Chris on the lips. "You're the best," he cooed.
"Mm hmm. And don't you forget it," Chris grinned, making Sebastian giggle. "So
what movie were you watching?"
"House of the Devil," Sebastian frowned, shivering a little just thinking about
it. "This poor babysitter gets lured into a house of devil-worshippers."
"Oh, well you have nothing to worry about then, right? I'm sure they wouldn't
go after one of their own."
Sebastian's mouth dropped open. "I'm pagan, Chris. I don't worship the devil."
"I know, I know. I was just kidding."
"It's not funny," he glared.
"Oh come on, I was kidding!" Chris implored, giving Sebastian's chin a playful
squeeze.
"Don't do that," Sebastian winced. "It makes my chin look like a butt."
"I know," Chris chuckled. "That's why I do it." He reached toward his chin
again, but Sebastian swatted his hand away and told him to stop. "Are you mad
at me now?"
"Yes," Sebastian pouted, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry," Chris apologized, giving him puppy dog eyes that Sebastian tried
very hard to ignore. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
"Take me to the mineral shop tomorrow? I need some new crystals."
Chris made a face. "Does that handsy old lady still work there?"
"Yep," Sebastian giggled, remembering when she goosed Chris as he was bent over
looking at a dragon figurine.
Chris sighed. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but okay."
"Yeah, I know what you had in mind." Chris waggled his eyebrows, making
Sebastian laugh. A laugh which was immediately cut off by a yawn.
"Sleepy now?" Chris asked with an affectionate smile, and Sebastian nodded.
"Let's go to bed then." They retired to Sebastian's bedroom where they stripped
down to their t-shirts and boxers before crawling into bed and getting all
cuddly. Chris nuzzled Sebastian's cheek, kissing him gently as he closed his
eyes. "If you get horny at any point during the night, feel free to wake me up
again," he murmured.
Sebastian laughed. "Go to sleep, meatball."
***** funnel cakes and ferris wheels (chris/sebastian) *****
Chapter Summary
     College AU in which Sebastian is a geeky freshman and Chris is a
     fratboy with a heart of gold.
"This," Sebastian paused, pointing at the funnel cake with his plastic fork as
he chewed, "this is exactly why I got fat when I first moved to the states."
Chris grinned through a mouthful of fried dough, the image of the adorable
little chubster he was sure Sebastian used to be always bringing a smile to his
face. "I still wanna see pictures," he reminded his boyfriend before taking
another bite.
"Not gonna happen," Sebastian shook his head. "I burned 'em all."
Chris pouted deeply. "You're breaking my heart."
Sebastian snorted just as a strong gust of wind covered his nose in powdered
sugar. He growled and reached up to wipe it off, but Chris stopped him, leaning
forward and kissing it clean.
"You're so sweet," he said, flashing a cheesy grin.
Sebastian rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the blush from creeping into his
cheeks. "C'mon," he said, tossing the empty plate into the trash. "The line for
the roller coaster isn't as long now."
"Let's go!" Chris cried, grabbing Sebastian's hand and dragging him down the
midway at a sprint like a true goofball.
***
"That was quite a scream," Sebastian commented as they exited through the ride
gate.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I haven't heard a scream like that since that bat flew into that girl's hair
outside D Hall."
"I think you're just hearing things."
"And were you crying at one point?"
"I most certainly was not," Chris scoffed. "The wind was in my eyes, that's
all."
Sebastian laughed. "Mm hmm, sure, Chris," he cooed, wrapping an arm around him.
"It's okay, sweetie. We're on solid ground now." Chris rolled his eyes as his
boyfriend steered him toward the Ferris wheel. "We'll do something a little
more tame now, okay?"
***
They sat at the top of the Ferris wheel, their bucket swaying slightly as they
sat in comfortable silence and enjoyed the view.
"Can I ask you something, Chris?" Sebastian finally broke the silence.
"Of course, anything."
"Have you ever gotten your dick sucked at the top of a Ferris wheel?"
Chris' eyes went as wide as saucers, and he turned to look at Sebastian so fast
he was in danger of getting whiplash. Sebastian flashed him a sly grin, leaning
in for a soft kiss as he cupped Chris through his jeans. Chris closed his eyes
and kissed him back, moaning quietly into his boyfriend's mouth and pushing up
into his hand. Sebastian gripped his zipper and had only pulled it down an inch
or so before they suddenly started to move.
"Oops," he murmured, pulling his hand away. "Guess we'll have to take a rain
check." Chris gritted his teeth, letting out a soft growl, and Sebastian
couldn't help but giggle. "Where to next?" he asked innocently as their bucket
approached the ground.
"We're going home," Chris said firmly.
Sebastian turned toward him with a feigned pout. "But what if I wanted to ride
another ride?"
"You can ride my cock," Chris promised.
Sebastian grinned wide before biting his lip. "Mm...deal," he purred, kissing
him passionately and not caring who saw.
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