Surf's Up
Title: Surf's Up
Author: chelseaadd
Beta: ... I don't have one... me?
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Man Sex
Summary: Steve knows how to surf, Chris knows how to have some fun
Christian hates the beach. Yeah, it’s nice and sunny, and almost everyone was half naked (himself included), but he didn’t really have anything to do. I guess things could be better phrased with: ‘Christian hates going to the beach with Steve.’
Steve had spent most of his life in California, where there was beach after beach after beach. He’d also spent two years of his life in fucking Maui. (Where he’d broken the law, by the way, by NOT owning a boat*)
Bottom line: Steve had been surfing since he was twenty. Christian… hadn’t. He’d never surfed a day in his life, and he probably never would, because damnit! He was Christian Kane! He did not do ‘my balance is off and I’m falling into the water flailing like an idiot’! Steve had tried to teach him once, and after Christian had wiped out, just sitting on the board waiting on a wave. I mean, there he was, sitting, minding his own business when gravity decided to be a bitch and join forces with Newton’s Law. He’d shifted just a little bit (boards and crotches don’t mix too well), and then the board had flown out from between his thighs, backwards and skywards, and Christian face planted in the water.
He was then very happy he hadn’t tied himself to his board. That was the only possible way that could have been worse.
Steve had tried assuring him that it was alright, it’d happened to him a few times while he was still learning, he’d get the hang of it, blah, blah, blah. Man really knew how to preach, but Christian was as stubborn and egotistical as they came. Not even Steve and his soap box could persuade him to try surfing again.
So Steve decided to drag Christian along whenever he wanted to go surfing. It was some sort of punishment for not liking to fall in the ocean.
Right now, Christian was sitting on a beach towel near the water, watching Steve surf, and just sulking. They couldn’t have rounded up a few friends and played baseball or touch football… or had sex. No, they had to go to the beach so Steve could surf.
Christian personally preferred all his ideas… and not exactly in the order he’d listed them in.
Too-blue eyes watched Steve ride a wave, get pummeled by the wave, then pop back up laughing. Christian saw no point in surfing anyway. ‘Yay let’s all stand on boards in the ocean, then fall and have a wave crash on top of our heads! It sounds like fun!’ Or not.
The sun was beginning to set, alerting Christian that they’d been there for about 6 hours. Steve was still out in the water having a good ol’ time having his ass kicked by waves. And Christian was bored… again/still. He’d gotten up to get something to eat about two hours ago, and that was the most fun he’d had all day.
He was pretty sure his shoulders and face were sunburned, and he knew he hated the beach more than ever. Steve hadn’t even come up all wet to talk to him. Nope, just stayed out in the water with his waves and stupid board.
And that was when something interesting caught his eye. Something that looked a lot like Steve frantically searching the water around him, and his swimsuit being pushed up on the shore by the waves.
Now was when it got fun.
Christian was on his feet quickly and snatching it up, holding it up for Steve to see. Steve looked relieved that his only article of clothing had been located, then horrified when Christian just walked off with it.
“Dude! Give that back!” He called from the water, holding onto his board when it tried to float off.
“Nah.” Christian said with a smug look, plopping down on his beach towel, propping himself up on his elbows.
“That is so not cool!” Steve growled, swimming back a bit when he noticed that the waves were pulling him toward the beach. At lease in the water, he had some coverage. On the beach, he was hanging out for everyone to see, and he was pretty sure that someone’s grandma was on the beach, along with a twelve year old girl.
His nude ass was staying in the water until he could find some way out.
~*~
The sun had set before Steve could get out. He was cold, pruney, and unhappy.
Christian was still amused.
“D-D-Dude! You s-s-suck!” Steve said around chattering teeth. He set his board down and dug through his things, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders.
“I told you I didn’t want to come here.” Christian reminded, standing up and rubbing his arms up and down Steve’s towel covered arms, trying to warm him up a bit.
“S-s-s-so you make me f-f-fr-freeze in the goddamn ocean?”
“I wouldn’t have done that if you’d come back after the two hours you said you would only be out for.” Christian said with a shrug, his hands sliding down and cupping Steve’s groin.
“Don’t.” Steve whimpered, stepping back away from Christian, his face flushing.
“Steve, I know how big it is, you’re just cold.” Chris assured, grabbing Steve’s crotch again.
“Doesn’t make me feel any fucking better.”
“Your teeth aren’t chattering.”
“I’ve still been frozen into pre-prubenicy.”
“I know how to warm you up.” Chris offered, rubbing Steve’s crotch slowly, leaning in and nipping down Steve’s neck, stopping when his teeth met the towel. He breathed against his shoulder for a second, concentrating on rubbing Steve’s dick.
Steve shivered at the feeling of Christian’s warm breath on his shoulder, and grunted only a little when his hips snapped forward into the warming touch. Christian licked up the skin he’d just nipped down, then tugged at Steve’s earring with his teeth.
“Fuck Chris… home… not here… home.” Steve begged, leaning forward and biting Christian’s neck.
“No, want you here.” Christian breathed, carefully maneuvering them down to their knees, and then pushing Steve onto his back, crawling over him and kissing him roughly, nipping at Steve’s lips until they parted, then slipped his tongue into his mouth, craving the taste of Steve.
Steve groaned and arched up under him, his hands skimming up and down Christian’s chest, pinching at his nipples and twisting them until Christian yelped. Christian glared down at him a soft purr slipping from his chest when Steve started rubbing his nipples soothingly.
Christian’s hands ventured back to Steve’s crotch and he squeezed just enough to make Steve whine in disapproval. “No more twisting.” Christian warned, rubbing his balls slowly
Steve nodded and arched up against Christian, scraping his nails down his back to the top of his shorts, slowly pushing them down off his hips, leaving Christian to kick his way out of them.
“Wanna fuck you so bad.” Christian breathed in Steve’s ear, his hand wrapping firmly around his dick.
“Lube?” Steve half gasped when Christian squeezed his dick just enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.
“Not on me.”
“Not until we get home.”
Christian whined and bit down on Steve’s chest, “Please?’
“No lube, no fucking.”
Christian sighed poutingly but started stroking Steve anyway, licking down his neck and nibbling on his neck, loving the way he could make Steve whine and squirm.
Christian seized Steve’s left hand and led it up to his crotch, wrapping his hand around his dick and tightening until the pressure was just right. He thrust down into the perfect touch and moved his hand in time with his hips, just watching Steve throw his head back and whine.
Christian leaned down and bit gently at Steve’s throat, snapping his hips down into Steve’s hand, purring when Steve started twisting his wrist.
“Fuck yes.” He sighed, thrusting down into the touch again, tugging and twisting at Steve’s cock until he was moaning almost constantly and arching up, trying to get him to touch him more.
Steve bit down on Christian’s shoulder when he felt his orgasm slowly building up.
That’s when Christian squeezed his dick tighter, chuckling softly when Steve started thrashing, not words streaming from his mouth. “N- I -uh -th- gr- ple-“ Steve whined when words refused to form and thrashed harder, trying to get Christian to loosen his grip.
Christian grinned and watched Steve thrashing, almost getting off on just the sight of Steve squirming and bucking beneath him, doing his best to form words.
Then the hand on Christian’s dick clamped down, and Steve’s teeth sunk further into Christian’s shoulder.
And that’s when the pretty lights started flaring, and the cops told them to show their hands. So Christian did, and just like that, Steve was having his orgasm in front of the goddamn police. Steve’s hand slackened from Christian’s dick, and Chris followed the trend of giving the police a show. Having the L.A.P.D. catch them naked on a beach, and screwing around, should have made them go flat line, but Steve sorta shared his exhibitionism kink with Christian…
~*~
“Dude… I hate you.” Steve groaned, leaning back in the cell, crossing his arms and looking up at Christian. “You got me arrested.”
“It was so worth it.” Christian said with a bright grin.
~*~
A/N: * In Maui, it really is illegal to NOT own a boat.
I don’t know one way or the other if either of them can surf, but for the sake of this fic, Steve can.
Author: chelseaadd
Beta: ... I don't have one... me?
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Man Sex
Summary: Steve knows how to surf, Chris knows how to have some fun
Christian hates the beach. Yeah, it’s nice and sunny, and almost everyone was half naked (himself included), but he didn’t really have anything to do. I guess things could be better phrased with: ‘Christian hates going to the beach with Steve.’
Steve had spent most of his life in California, where there was beach after beach after beach. He’d also spent two years of his life in fucking Maui. (Where he’d broken the law, by the way, by NOT owning a boat*)
Bottom line: Steve had been surfing since he was twenty. Christian… hadn’t. He’d never surfed a day in his life, and he probably never would, because damnit! He was Christian Kane! He did not do ‘my balance is off and I’m falling into the water flailing like an idiot’! Steve had tried to teach him once, and after Christian had wiped out, just sitting on the board waiting on a wave. I mean, there he was, sitting, minding his own business when gravity decided to be a bitch and join forces with Newton’s Law. He’d shifted just a little bit (boards and crotches don’t mix too well), and then the board had flown out from between his thighs, backwards and skywards, and Christian face planted in the water.
He was then very happy he hadn’t tied himself to his board. That was the only possible way that could have been worse.
Steve had tried assuring him that it was alright, it’d happened to him a few times while he was still learning, he’d get the hang of it, blah, blah, blah. Man really knew how to preach, but Christian was as stubborn and egotistical as they came. Not even Steve and his soap box could persuade him to try surfing again.
So Steve decided to drag Christian along whenever he wanted to go surfing. It was some sort of punishment for not liking to fall in the ocean.
Right now, Christian was sitting on a beach towel near the water, watching Steve surf, and just sulking. They couldn’t have rounded up a few friends and played baseball or touch football… or had sex. No, they had to go to the beach so Steve could surf.
Christian personally preferred all his ideas… and not exactly in the order he’d listed them in.
Too-blue eyes watched Steve ride a wave, get pummeled by the wave, then pop back up laughing. Christian saw no point in surfing anyway. ‘Yay let’s all stand on boards in the ocean, then fall and have a wave crash on top of our heads! It sounds like fun!’ Or not.
The sun was beginning to set, alerting Christian that they’d been there for about 6 hours. Steve was still out in the water having a good ol’ time having his ass kicked by waves. And Christian was bored… again/still. He’d gotten up to get something to eat about two hours ago, and that was the most fun he’d had all day.
He was pretty sure his shoulders and face were sunburned, and he knew he hated the beach more than ever. Steve hadn’t even come up all wet to talk to him. Nope, just stayed out in the water with his waves and stupid board.
And that was when something interesting caught his eye. Something that looked a lot like Steve frantically searching the water around him, and his swimsuit being pushed up on the shore by the waves.
Now was when it got fun.
Christian was on his feet quickly and snatching it up, holding it up for Steve to see. Steve looked relieved that his only article of clothing had been located, then horrified when Christian just walked off with it.
“Dude! Give that back!” He called from the water, holding onto his board when it tried to float off.
“Nah.” Christian said with a smug look, plopping down on his beach towel, propping himself up on his elbows.
“That is so not cool!” Steve growled, swimming back a bit when he noticed that the waves were pulling him toward the beach. At lease in the water, he had some coverage. On the beach, he was hanging out for everyone to see, and he was pretty sure that someone’s grandma was on the beach, along with a twelve year old girl.
His nude ass was staying in the water until he could find some way out.
~*~
The sun had set before Steve could get out. He was cold, pruney, and unhappy.
Christian was still amused.
“D-D-Dude! You s-s-suck!” Steve said around chattering teeth. He set his board down and dug through his things, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders.
“I told you I didn’t want to come here.” Christian reminded, standing up and rubbing his arms up and down Steve’s towel covered arms, trying to warm him up a bit.
“S-s-s-so you make me f-f-fr-freeze in the goddamn ocean?”
“I wouldn’t have done that if you’d come back after the two hours you said you would only be out for.” Christian said with a shrug, his hands sliding down and cupping Steve’s groin.
“Don’t.” Steve whimpered, stepping back away from Christian, his face flushing.
“Steve, I know how big it is, you’re just cold.” Chris assured, grabbing Steve’s crotch again.
“Doesn’t make me feel any fucking better.”
“Your teeth aren’t chattering.”
“I’ve still been frozen into pre-prubenicy.”
“I know how to warm you up.” Chris offered, rubbing Steve’s crotch slowly, leaning in and nipping down Steve’s neck, stopping when his teeth met the towel. He breathed against his shoulder for a second, concentrating on rubbing Steve’s dick.
Steve shivered at the feeling of Christian’s warm breath on his shoulder, and grunted only a little when his hips snapped forward into the warming touch. Christian licked up the skin he’d just nipped down, then tugged at Steve’s earring with his teeth.
“Fuck Chris… home… not here… home.” Steve begged, leaning forward and biting Christian’s neck.
“No, want you here.” Christian breathed, carefully maneuvering them down to their knees, and then pushing Steve onto his back, crawling over him and kissing him roughly, nipping at Steve’s lips until they parted, then slipped his tongue into his mouth, craving the taste of Steve.
Steve groaned and arched up under him, his hands skimming up and down Christian’s chest, pinching at his nipples and twisting them until Christian yelped. Christian glared down at him a soft purr slipping from his chest when Steve started rubbing his nipples soothingly.
Christian’s hands ventured back to Steve’s crotch and he squeezed just enough to make Steve whine in disapproval. “No more twisting.” Christian warned, rubbing his balls slowly
Steve nodded and arched up against Christian, scraping his nails down his back to the top of his shorts, slowly pushing them down off his hips, leaving Christian to kick his way out of them.
“Wanna fuck you so bad.” Christian breathed in Steve’s ear, his hand wrapping firmly around his dick.
“Lube?” Steve half gasped when Christian squeezed his dick just enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.
“Not on me.”
“Not until we get home.”
Christian whined and bit down on Steve’s chest, “Please?’
“No lube, no fucking.”
Christian sighed poutingly but started stroking Steve anyway, licking down his neck and nibbling on his neck, loving the way he could make Steve whine and squirm.
Christian seized Steve’s left hand and led it up to his crotch, wrapping his hand around his dick and tightening until the pressure was just right. He thrust down into the perfect touch and moved his hand in time with his hips, just watching Steve throw his head back and whine.
Christian leaned down and bit gently at Steve’s throat, snapping his hips down into Steve’s hand, purring when Steve started twisting his wrist.
“Fuck yes.” He sighed, thrusting down into the touch again, tugging and twisting at Steve’s cock until he was moaning almost constantly and arching up, trying to get him to touch him more.
Steve bit down on Christian’s shoulder when he felt his orgasm slowly building up.
That’s when Christian squeezed his dick tighter, chuckling softly when Steve started thrashing, not words streaming from his mouth. “N- I -uh -th- gr- ple-“ Steve whined when words refused to form and thrashed harder, trying to get Christian to loosen his grip.
Christian grinned and watched Steve thrashing, almost getting off on just the sight of Steve squirming and bucking beneath him, doing his best to form words.
Then the hand on Christian’s dick clamped down, and Steve’s teeth sunk further into Christian’s shoulder.
And that’s when the pretty lights started flaring, and the cops told them to show their hands. So Christian did, and just like that, Steve was having his orgasm in front of the goddamn police. Steve’s hand slackened from Christian’s dick, and Chris followed the trend of giving the police a show. Having the L.A.P.D. catch them naked on a beach, and screwing around, should have made them go flat line, but Steve sorta shared his exhibitionism kink with Christian…
~*~
“Dude… I hate you.” Steve groaned, leaning back in the cell, crossing his arms and looking up at Christian. “You got me arrested.”
“It was so worth it.” Christian said with a bright grin.
~*~
A/N: * In Maui, it really is illegal to NOT own a boat.
I don’t know one way or the other if either of them can surf, but for the sake of this fic, Steve can.