Vulnerable (8/?)

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Title: Vulnerable (8/?)

Author: FightingMadness (colferslasher)

Genre: Angst/Romance

Warning: RPF, graphic sex, graphic violence, threesome, OC. From this chapter on things will get pretty NC-17, and I mean SMUT with a capital SMUT. So if you don’t like it, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to skip quite a few scenes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I am NOT making any profit out of this story. I do NOT know any of the people mentioned on this fanfiction. This story NEVER happened, it is a work of fiction. It is the result of a crazed fan daydreaming.

Summary: There is a new actor as they go back to film the back 9 episodes. He seems to develop some feelings towards Chris, but he is not the only one. Chris never thought seriously about love, now he has to deal with two men that claim to love him. Jealousy, love, paparazzi and angst as Chris tries to deal with all. Mark/Chris and Jonathan/Chris.

Word Count: 7428 Author’s note: I do NOT feel confident about this chapter, I didn’t really like it. So please, feel free to point how you think I could make it better.


Chapter 8: Insecurities

Chris walked around Mark’s living room nervously. That was the first time he had actually been to the man’s apartment. ‘What the hell was I thinking?!’ he thought to himself, stealing a glance at his own groin ‘Oh, yeah…I wasn’t. Why the hell did I listened to you?!’ now he was just plain glaring at his own offending groin. ‘What a wonderful moment to begin thinking with my penis!’. What was Chris supposed to do now? They had driven separately here, during this time the boy came to his senses as he (relatively) cooled off. He realized what Mark expected now that he had accepted coming to his home and, once again, nerves were winning over excitement.

‘Calm down. You’d have to have sex with someone eventually. Mark is freakishly hot and he likes you, he said so himself. You like him…obviously. This is completely normal between two adults’ he tried to reason with himself. ‘Just go with your instincts. You’re also a guy and not some virgin teenage girl. I mean…you accepted coming to his apartment. You were also horny’ He nodded to himself absent minded. ‘Mark likes guys and he no longer sees this as an incestuous relationship with his younger brother. I’m also older now. So he must expect me to be more…active on this relationship…type…thing. I mean, I am a young male, I also have needs. Surely it’s ok and even expected for me to take some initiative…though I have no idea what is the appropriate behavior for a first date with another guy…OY I’m getting a head ache’ the boy then sat down on the couch, tired from his head monologue.

“Do you want something for your headache” Mark spoke as he walked inside the living room, beer bottle and a diet coke in hand.

Chris just closed his eyes to save himself the embarrassment “I said that out load, didn’t I? What other embarrassing things did you hear me mumble?” he asked reaching for the diet coke and looking at it, as if it was a nuclear device on his lap.

“There was more?” the man asked amused.

“No, no, no. Well, yes….but, no, nononono” Chris shook his head wide eyed. There was no way in hell he would tell the older gleek…about that.

“Ok, then.” the man spoke “Thinking about me, huh?” Mark said with a smirk and drinking from his beer.

Chris felt himself blushing like a virgin, which he was actually, so he thought it was pretty much appropriate. ‘Ok, you’re both guys, you’re both adults. Act accordingly’. The countertenor placed his coke on the coffee table and turned to look at the older man. However, this time he was the one surprised by the look on the man’s eyes. It brought back that feeling of being naked under his gaze. He could feel how intense were Mark’s eyes, on his neck, on his body, on his lips. It was all the reassurance he needed.

Chris grabbed his shirt pulling him in for a kiss, they hurt each other 's lips with their teeth but they could not care less. The countertenor’s hands wandered nervously up and down Marks body, wanting to feel more, to touch more, wanting their bodies to be closer. Totally on instinct the boy’s hand reached down and grabbed the hem of Mark’s shirt, he hesitated but his action was the hint the man needed and he pulled off his own shirt. Chris all but gasped, drinking on the sight of his boyfriend’s muscular naked chest. It was the first time he was seeing a man like that on this kind of situation, a man he could touch, he could feel, he could taste. The boy’s mouth began to water, he wanted to know how Mark tasted so bad.

The younger gleek leaned tentatively down and gave an open mouth kiss to the older man’s collarbone, when he heard him grunt in pleasure he increased the rhythm of his kisses, alternating with licking and biting. Mark tasted sooo good.

The older gleek started leaning back on the couch one hand encircling the boy’s waist so he was forced to follow the man, the other hand holding Chris’ head in place so he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. The boy was in an awkward position, sitting with half of his torso over Mark so, before he could over think it, he passed his left leg over the man’s thighs straddling the older gleek.

As Mark felt Chris sitting on his thighs, he realized he wasn’t touching nearly enough skin. “Off” he all but growled pulling at the boy’s hoodie. Chris obediently helped the man pull it off of his arms, he went back for another kiss, but was interrupted by Mark almost ripping off the buttons of his shirt. At this point his insecurities started to kick in again, he was not even nearly as muscular and hot as Mark. Still, the feeling of his boyfriend’s strong fingers taking his clothes off was making him dizzy and keeping him from putting up too much of a fight.

“It’s like an obstacle race here” Mark smirked as he looked at the black undershirt Chris was wearing underneath it all. However, if the man was to be honest the tight, dark piece of clothing against the boy’s pale white skin was pretty damn sexy. The older gleek straightened up and began tracing the collar of the undershirt with his tongue. After a while  he started to pull the shirt off. Chris hesitated a bit holding the piece of clothing with one of his hands. “You don’t wanna…” the man trailed expecting the younger gleek’s answer.

However, Chris was not about to have a discussion on his insecurities in regards to his appearance, more specifically his white, pale, once over weight body in comparison to Mark’s dark, toned, scorching hot one. “No, it was just a reflex” he gave him a little smile of reassurance and let go of his undershirt. He let the older man slowly pull it off, and he watched closely for the brunette’s reaction to his body.

Mark was beside himself with pleasure, he had been waiting for this for longer than he would care to admit. Chris was the sexiest human being he had seen in all his fucking life. “You drive me crazy” he said hungrily licking and devouring the boy’s torso. “I feel like if I don’t touch, if I don’t taste you, all of you, I’m gonna fucking die”. Chris had little time to adjust, it was like something animalistic had just snapped inside Mark. The boy actually had to grab the back of the couch to keep from been knocked back as the older gleek attacked his chest. The man was so intense it left no time for Chris to question whether he liked what he saw or not. Suddenly it was all so hot, rough, wet. Mark’s tongue was everywhere and the man soon found his nipples.

“Oh, GOD” was the first thing Chris’s dazed brain could form. ‘I’m not a girl, why this feels so good?…please, don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop’. He let his head hang forward as the older man mercilessly attacked his nipples, the countertenor could do little more than whimper and moan and that only encouraged Mark. Chris looked down from where his head was hanging and he saw the man had (a pretty big) erection, it was obvious even through his jeans. Chris wouldn’t be able to explain where the urge came from but he wanted to press against that erection so bad, his own cock was aching. Still he was embarrassed to voice what he wanted, so he began squirming, trying to inch closer to Mark’s hard on without giving away what he was trying to do.

Chris naïve actions made the older gleek snicker, he noticed what the boy was trying to do (and where on his own body the boy’s eyes seemed to be locked on) almost as soon as he began moving. It made him feel more turned on to watch shy Chris giving in to his own instincts. So, he decided to help them both. Mark snaked a hand inside the back side of the boy’s jeans grabbing the naked skin of his ass and pulled him violently forward, forcing Chris to sit on his erection, grunting as he heard the boy’s needy moan.

Chris moaned as he felt himself be seated on the man’s hard, hot member and Mark’s hips jerked up  instinctively pressing even harder against the countertenor’s ass. While his own cock pressed against the man’s lower stomach, the boy's hands left the back of the couch and he braced himself on the man’s shoulders with all he had. Mark took advantage of that and, holding tight to the younger man he shifted them, laying Chris on the couch and attacking his neck.

“M-Mark” the boy moaned his name, and the man thought that he sounded too sexy for his own safety.

“You’re so fucking hot” he whispered on the countertenor’s ear licking it

“D-don’t curse in this kind of situation” Chris managed to say, causing the older gleek to chuckle.

“Anything you say Colfer” he spoke as he licked his way down the boy’s chest, enjoying the little whimpering it elicit from the countertenor. He paid a lot of attention to his nipples since it seemed a particularly sensitive area. He then descended to his stomach, tracing the way between the cute little moles the boy had here and there on his flat stomach, and damn, Chris’ skin was soft and tasted so fucking good. He took his time on the boy’s belly button, tracing the edges, dipping his tongue in, every now and again.

Mark’s hand were holding the boys hips, pinning them to the couch. The younger gleek’s hands were on the man’s shoulders because he didn’t know what else to do with them. The boy felt Mark’s hand moving to fight the button of his jeans. Was that really happening? He was breathing heavily and some obscure part of him wanted to help the brunette take his clothes off, and so he did. Suddenly Mark was pushing his jeans down and Chris was kicking his shoes off to help…but he still had the presence of mind to register that he was on his underwear in front of the man…Mark however was not slowing down and before he could even process what was going on, the older gleek lowered his head down and started sucking on his cock through the underwear’s cloth. The boy could not keep the embarrassing moan that fell from his lips inside if his life depended on it. Throwing his head back, his arms going up instinctively to cover his eyes.

Mark’s hands were on either side of his hips again, clawing on his boxer briefs, slowly pulling them down as he continued sucking the kid through the cotton cloth, the man didn’t want to scare Chris off. It worked because the boy didn’t realize it until the elastic waist of the briefs caught gently on the base of his hardening dick. He looked down and saw Mark licking the pale skin right above his cock, he wanted to push him away on a reflex, but as soon as the man’s tongue found the base of his cock, any thought was out the window. A fraction of his mind watched in horror as the man finally pulled his briefs the rest of the way, an almost whispered “no” leaving his lips.

However, Mark heard and looked up worried. “Are you ok? You want me to stop?”.

Chris mind screamed for him to beg ‘Please close your eyes, don’t look’…he was naked, Chris was naked in front of a boy he liked for the first time in his life, and all he wanted was to cover himself. He could see Mark’s eyes, worried…and pleading, the man didn’t want to stop, but the countertenor knew he would if he asked. Before he could help himself he shook his head not wanting to disappoint his boyfriend. The man without noticing lowered his gaze to Chris' body, there it was again, the heated, hungry gaze. He was seeing Chris’s weird body naked and his passion for him had not wavered, if anything, it was stronger and more desperate. Mark’s tongue was everywhere angry fingers touching, grouping and burning the feel of his hands on the younger gleek’s mind. The older man saw him naked and desired him, like in that boner is because of me kind of desire. He was not feeling like an adorable poodle now, and that was good. That realization did more for Chris self-esteem on that moment than any pep talk the man gave him ever did.

Suddenly every thought on the boy’s head froze, Mark was licking and kissing his balls, no one touched him there…even Chris himself didn’t pay much attention to them. But Mark was tracing his tongue all over them, all the way to the back of his sack. The younger gleek was making little whimpering noises that, to Chris, sounded pathetic, however to Mark those noises were making him so hard it was almost painful.

Not only that, but the man could also see Chris questioning vulnerable eyes. ‘Damn…his innocence is such a fucking turn on. Be cool Salling, he is not experienced…you will only take this as far as he wants’…the boy’s sounds and his expressiveness were amazing. With every new sensation he experienced, the shock, the pleasure, the embarrassment was plain to see on his face, fueling Mark’s libido.

The younger gleek had to bite his hand to try to muffle the moan that escaped his lips as his shaft was engulfed on wet warm heat. He stole a glance downwards and saw Mark’s mouth around his cock. For a fraction of a second thoughts of ‘I’m sweaty…it can not taste good’ crossed his mind. But once again his brain was emptied as the man worked his tongue around his member. The man was not so much sucking as he was licking and bobbing his head, still the boy thought he wouldn’t last long. Damn, that was embarrassing, but no one could blame him, that was the first blowjob of his life, delivered by his first boyfriend, who happened to be the hottest man he ever knew.

Mark’s hand was playing with his nipples, the other was massaging his balls, the man’s mouth hot and wet around him and Chris thought that he could just plain die from all this. The older gleek’s hand started venturing lower and soon the tip of his fingers was brushing the countertenor’s entrance, causing the boy to open his eyes wide in surprise. Mark’s finger was massaging the area in circular motions, but after a few seconds he stopped all together. Looking up at Chris he spoke with a smirk. “I forgot something on the bedroom. Wait a minute, ok?”

And the presence between his legs was suddenly gone, leaving Chris nervous and horny. The boy knew exactly what Mark had forgotten on the bedroom…he knew where this was leading. ‘Ok, didn’t you reason since the beginning that you are old enough, and doing this with Mark was ok? Why are you so nervous now?’ He asked himself, remembering the brush of the man’s finger on his…anus (using a clinical word on his mind made it all feel more distant and easier to handle). ‘Ok, so he wants to have sex…I’m an adult…that’s ok…it would happen eventually…it’s just…’

At that point Chris’ attention was caught by the sound of something vibrating, searching around he saw his pants on the floor, next to his boxer briefs, thoughts of ‘Yeap…You’re butt naked’ invading his mind. ‘Don’t think about that’ he told himself as he fished on his pants pockets for his phone. ‘Jonathan?’ he looked at the caller id questioningly ‘Oh, right…he must think I’m back home by now…he wouldn’t expect me of all people to be having sex on the first date…I know I wouldn’t…maybe I could ask him what I should do…if it is too soon. Yeah, right, imagine that “Hey, Jonathan I want your opinion, do you think I should put out on the first date?”…yeah that would spark some interesting conversation’. Suddenly his mind was filled with the scenery of Mark waiting hot and hard while Jonathan listed pros and cons of putting out on the first date. The image was hilarious and Chris started laughing in spite of himself.

“What did I miss?” Mark came back from the bedroom and was curious to find the countertenor looking at his phone and laughing.

The boy looked up and his eyes were caught on what Mark had on his hand…lube. Chris intake of breath was deep at the sight of the little bottle and intentionally tearing his eyes away from it he spoke “Nothing, Jonathan called and I remembered something funny” he gave the man an awkward little smile.

That escaped Mark as he was immediately grabbed by the now familiar feeling of ice on his heart and sinking of his stomach, it happened every time the Broadway star got near Chris or the boy happened to mention him. “What did he want?” he asked trying to sound aloof while walking back to the couch.

“I don’t know. I didn’t answer it” he said simply.

“Are you going to?” the man asked sitting near Chris and looking distant. This time Chris noticed the change on the behavior. It warmed his heart that Mark seemed disappointed that his younger cast mate’s attention was no longer with him. The boy reached out and touched the older man’s face

“No…we are kind of busy aren’t, we? Besides he knows I’m on a date…but he doesn’t know with who” Chris added to calm Mark down, the boy was rewarded with a warm grin from the man.

‘So he knows Chris is taken, even if he doesn’t know it’s me’ that did brought relief to Mark’s heart. “Can I put the phone away?” the mohawked brunette asked, he didn’t want Groff to call again and ruin their night.

“Ok, but don’t turn it off, I keep it always on in case my parents call…you know, in case anything happens with Hannah” he said and Mark was reminded once again why that boy was so special. He had always been so selfless when it came to the ones he loved. How did he manage to go from scorching hot one second, to inspiring and endearing on the next? More important, how Mark had fooled himself into not notice how this boy made his heart (as well as other parts of his body) ache?

Putting Chris’ phone on the entertainment center he went back to sit on the couch, he noticed that the beautiful countertenor was hugging his knees now to cover himself. “Are you ok?”

“Oh my God, Mark. You worry too much” he said…but still didn’t let go of his knees.

“Here…maybe you’re feeling a bit exposed…so let’s make this fair” the man stood up and took off his pants, his underwear going with it.

Chris stared up in awe…’That is a lot of…skin!’, never in his life he would have thought something like this would happen…this freaking Adonis is naked right in front of him and the feeling of ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ came back with a vengeance. Caught between feeling horny and out of place he let out a shaky breath.

“Come on” Mark caught one of his wrists and pulled gently for him to stand up.

And so Chris did, Mark pulled again and suddenly he was against the man’s chest, the mohawked brunette’s erection against his hip, the skin of his member was smooth and hot against him and the boy wanted to touch it, his own dick now half hard against Mark’s thigh. It was taking all their will power to not start dry humping each other, but Mark had other plans and Chris just didn’t want to look like a dog in heat. The larger man attacked his neck while his hands desperately travelled through the boy’s back, waist, butt. The young countertenor’s hand grabbed on muscle and short hair wanting more even though they were already skin on skin. Mark squeezed one of Chris’s ass cheeks, his fingers suggestively going in the cleft making the kid freeze again. The man licked and nibbled his way back up to the boy’s ear “if you want me to suck you I think is better if you lie down again…your legs are already shaking as it is” the man said in a low voice that Chris could only describe as his bedroom voice.

It was the truth, be it for nervousness or over excitement or whatever reason the boy’s legs were shaking and he got a bit embarrassed he hadn’t noticed it before Mark did…but he didn’t dwell on that too long since ‘Mark Salling has just offered to suck you again’. Before he noticed his body was moving of its own accord, he gently pushed the man away and laid himself down on the couch feeling awkward as if he was in a doctors examining bed, but expectant because he knew what would come. The man placed himself between his legs and gently pushed them to open wider, that made Chris get even harder. Mark, without ever taking his eyes away from the heavy breathing teen in front of him picked up the lube he had placed on the couch and poured it on his hand.

‘He said he would suck me…you don’t need lube to suck someone off’ the boy thought to himself, but soon he was reasoning with his own jumpy mind ‘So what…you’re not a virgin teenage girl remember?…you’re an adult…and that is your boyfriend’ saying that word even on his own mind was so empowering he smiled a little to himself.

Watching the little smile play on those luscious pink lips, seeing that beautiful porcelain (flushed) face Mark just couldn’t wait anymore and he took Chris on his mouth with everything he had, sucking and licking and bobbing his head up and down. The man’s sudden actions caused the young gleek to arch his back and moan so loud all the freaking building probably heard it. But there would be time to be embarrassed later, Chris opened his eyes enough to see the man sucking his cock and then closed them quickly almost feeling like he was intruding on Mark’s privacy by watching him sucking. It was then that he felt it again, the older man’s finger circling his entrance, this time slicker, wetter, gently pressing it. ‘You’re not a virgin teenage girl, you’re not a virgin teenage girl’ he repeated to himself, while simultaneously trying to focus on the wet heat engulfing his dick. However, when the tip of the man’s finger finally beached him all rational thought went out of the window and he panicked.

“Ok, I’m a virgin teenage girl” he spoke as he shoved Mark away pulling his legs closed and bracing his knees.

To say the man was caught out of guard by that was an understatement “Ok, I hope you were kidding because I could get arrested, you know?” the older gleek tried to joke as he saw how tense Chris was now. The boy tried to smile but it came out almost as a grimace. “Fine, what’s the problem?” this time the man was serious.

“N-nothing…” the younger gleek just wouldn’t look at him

“Chris…let’s not do this. We have to be honest to make this work, I’ll always be honest with you...but I want you to always be honest with me…now, c’mon” the pleading was on the brunette’s eyes and Chris just couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“I’m kind of a virgin” Chris said matter of factly.

“Yeah…and I already knew that remember?”

The boy paused a second and remembered the embarrassing moment he found out all the other gleeks knew he really was a virgin “Oh, yeah”. He continued “My mind sometimes manages to erase humiliating moments like that…I think it does it so I can get out of my house everyday without a paper bag over my head.” He shrugged awkwardly “The thing is…I don’t think I’m ready to do…everything, yet”

“And who said anything about doing everything?” Mark raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Well…you were kind of…probing down there” Chris tried to hide his discomfort to the best of his ability, but his blushing wasn’t helping.

The comment also made Mark feel uncomfortable since he didn’t want to come through as pushy. He had no intention on forcing anything. “I was just doing stuff that other guys seemed to enjoy before. I wasn’t thinking about doing more than…” he hesitated to use the graphic term fingering, “pleasuring you there. I didn’t have anything else in mind. I promise.”

“You did this with other guys before?” the pang of jealousy hit Chris before he could fight it.

“Well…yeah. Is that a problem?” the man asked finding the boy’s jealousy obvious and endearing.

“No…no, no of course not…I mean look at you, of course you had a…um, sex….life before me…is just new information that’s all” Chris said his acting skills failing him on that particular moment. “So you say it wasn’t about…going all the way?”

“No, I was just trying to make you feel good…I have no intention of doing anything you don’t want to” he repeated.

“OK…so maybe I jumped to conclusions”

“So, do you want to stop?” Mark asked, longing clear in his eyes, but also the resolution of respecting his young boyfriend’s will.

The boy wanted to smile, this feeling of being desired…it was addicting…to see that longing on the man’s eyes…he wanted more of that…he also wanted more of Mark, his body already feeling cold from the lack of contact “No…I want to continue” he said, and added looking serious “I want to continue …from exactly when we stopped” he let the implications linger…he was a bit tense about it, he was also curious, but deeper down there was also the feeling that he didn’t want to lose to any of the other guys Mark fooled around with. Chris felt this unexplainable (selfish) need to erase those guys from Mark’s memory, and replace it with himself.

“Are you sure? You were pretty freaked out just now”

“I know…but I thought you wanted…something more…and I am just not ready for that yet…I know it sounds lame, but…” he said honestly.

“It doesn’t. Chris, most people think of men as cocks with limbs attached to it. That all of us want sex all the time and, sure after you and me do it for the first time, I’ll probably want sex all the time.” He added as an afterthought. “But it doesn’t mean you can’t wait to do it when you really feel like it, ok? That’s not a problem for me. And that includes all these other stuff too”

“Thank you, but I do want to…be with you…and I-I want you to do…exactly what you wanted to do to me before…I want to trust you.” There were a lot of things that Chris did not say. It maybe the wrong moment to do this, maybe he was making this first step into a physical relationship for all the wrong reasons…but they were also the most honest reasons too. They came from a deep need Chris didn’t even knew he had. He needed to erase those men from Mark’s body memory and replace them with himself. He wanted Mark to think of only him, remember only him when he thought about…these kind of acts. They were together just for a few hours now, but Chris already felt jealous of everyone who ever shared a moment with Mark that Chris didn’t. He needed to feel connected to the man, he need to make this real, he needed to feel that Mark was also his. He thought that allowing the older man inside his body somehow would make him feel like that.

Chris on a bold move straddled Mark, he felt awkward doing that naked, but if he wanted to show the older gleek what he wanted he had to be aggressive. He caught the man’s hand and nervously guided to his butt giving Mark his best attempt at a seductive look. The older man could not resist and captured the boy’s pink lips on a burning kiss while grabbing his ass’ cheek, fingers suggestively going in the crevice and pulling Chris towards him. The boy’s now half hard cock pressed on Mark’s stomach causing the young gleek to groan. The mohawked brunette brought the countertenor’s head down and spoke into his ear “Ok, let’s try, but it will be easier for you if you lay down again”

“Oh…sorry…I keep reminding you how awkward I am at these things” he said rolling his eyes at his own actions, while starting to move from the man’s lap.

Mark held him in place “No…that was HOT…you have no idea how hot”

Chris gave him a little satisfied, smile and proceeded to get back to his place on the couch.

“Do you want to go to bed?…make it more comfortable?” Mark could not explain, but now he was the one getting nervous…like he had to be good for Chris, he had to be worthy of his trust.

“Mark…it’s fine…anything you do now, it’s fine” Chris gave him a reassuring smile. The boy was lying down and to further encourage his boyfriend he opened his legs again just enough for the man to understand “You can….” He nodded at the man without really being able to say it and hoped that would be the last of the other gleek’s hesitance cause he didn’t think he would be able to be more explicit or emphatic than this right now, his cheeks were already burning from mortification.

Mark did a heavy intake of breath, and suddenly he was rock hard again, painfully so. But this was not about him. He gently traced the insides of Chris’ thigh pushing lightly for the boy to expose more of himself, which he obliged while closing his eyes.

The young countertenor had to close them, he felt so self-conscious looking at Mark while the man opened his legs. However even without seeing it he felt the hungry gaze and it made him shiver. The man’s oiled fingers where tracing the inside of his thighs once again, and Chris could not tell if he had reapplied the lube or not, he could not focus on anything as the man’s hands approached his sack again. Suddenly without warning he felt a lick beginning behind his scrotum all the way to the tip of his cock and Chris just had to grab the couch to keep from jumping. Mark then began to work his tongue all around his pelvis but did not touch his cock, causing the countertenor to make little whining sounds, as the man was so close but he would not use his mouth where Chris needed the most. Every now and again Mark would attack a particular sensitive spot causing the boy to shudder and his head to almost snap from one side to the other. One of the older man’s hands found the boys nipples and went back to playing with them. His other hand found the younger gleek’s cleft once again, his slick finger starting to caress his entrance, occasionally dipping just a little bit more, but not enough to breach him. The kid tried to keep his breathing even and relax, so as not to worry Mark causing him to stop.

But when it actually came, it still startled the younger gleek. Mark engulfed his member and sucked at the same time his digit finally breaching Chris. It was too intense and the boy could not contain a loud and breathy “AAAAAHHH….” at the overload of sensations that were so new to his body. His back arched, and his hands reached, the left one found the back of Marks head and held on to the short hair it could find there, the right hand held on to the back support of the couch. The man kept sucking, his eyes locked on Chris, whose mouth was slack unable to form anything but little moans and whimpers. The boy’s eyes had snapped open at the man’s actions, when the older gleek began sucking more intensely the countertenor looked down at him. The moment they locked eyes the man began moving his finger in and out of the trembling boy.

“M-Mark…” the younger gleek’s voice shook, looking down he felt like Mark’s eyes on his were keeping him in place. He was embarrassed by the view, but he could not look away from the man swallowing him, the feel of the man’s thick, calloused finger inside him, invasive, deep, strong, making him hotter than he could ever admit at the moment.

The brunette was fascinated by Chris, his sweet voice shaking with every thrust of his finger that went deeper than the previous one. His tongue swirling around the boy’s member and ‘he just tastes so fucking good’ he kept repeating in his head. When Mark finally found the boy’s prostrate, he almost came untouched by the sheer sound of Chris’ moan, by the sight of his mouth opening, his eyes confused searching Mark’s for the reason why that had felt so good and the man just kept massaging that spot.

“W-what…M-Mark?” he questioned with his eyes, as the older gleek just kept doing it and the boy lost the strength to hold his head up, letting it fall back on the couch. Finding a spot on the ceiling to fix his glazing eyes on, he just concentrated on feeling the wet, hot suction on his member and the relentless digit, stretching him, driving him insane. He could not control his hips, his body moving of its own accord, half jerking up to try and shove himself deeper on the man’s mouth, half riding his boyfriend’s finger, wanting it to go deeper, to move more. He could not even remember to feel shame at his actions at that moment. Chris could feel he was nearing his limit, his whimpering and moans falling unrestricted from his lips. He thought he sounded weird (and whiny)…Mark thought he sounded hotter than anyone ever.

Wanting to hear more and more the man picked up the pace, going faster, thrusting deeper, just on the right place. He knew the countertenor was on his edge, his pale fingers trying to pry Mark away from his cock now. The older gleek wouldn’t have any of it and kept sucking harder, his tongue everywhere.

“Ma..aark, d-don’t…I’m g-gonna…” he tried to explain (even if unable to form sentences). He didn’t want to come on Mark’s mouth…

And that was exactly the thought that did it. Picturing shooting his load on the man’s mouth before it actually happened pushed him over the edge. He was suddenly arching his back, moaning dirtily, his ass clamping down on the finger, keeping it in place deep inside of him. As he came down from his orgasms he blinked tiredly searching Mark’s eyes, as he felt the emptiness he couldn’t even remember when the man’s mouth and finger had left him. Nonetheless, the older gleek was suddenly over him, kissing him hungrily.

“So fucking HOT babe…so hot…” Mark could not get enough of that mouth that had just produced the sexiest noises he had ever heard. He put all his weight on Chris’ still spasming body, his own hard cock trapped between their bodies. It took a lot of will power to not start humping the still sensitive boy.

Chris’s mind registered the strange taste in Mark’s mouth, his own semen. He should be grossed out, but he didn’t have the energy…and even if he did he didn’t want to spoil this moment, he felt so freaking good. It felt more amazing than anything he had ever experienced. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that Mark had just spoiled masturbation for him, because it would never feel as good as the man’s mouth on his cock and his finger inside of him. ‘Hey, you are together now. You just have to ask him for a repeat’ Chris chuckled at himself…Yeap! he was already enjoying this being in a relationship thing. However, he suddenly was brought out of his reverie as he realized that Mark was really hard against him and urgently (if a bit sloppily) licking and kissing his neck. Chris was already messing up he had almost selfishly let his boyfriend hanging. Nevertheless, the boy didn’t feel ready and apt to do much, even if he wanted to. It seemed as his, normally annoying, self-consciousness, after taking a trip to some obscure place inside his brain, was back and already asking stupid, confidence-mining questions like:

‘What if you are terrible on sucking someone off? What if you hurt him with your teeth or something?’

So he did what he knew it should feel good, and it was safe enough to not scar Mark permanently. He snaked his hands between their sweaty torsos, and ‘Oh, Gosh Mark feels good against me’. The countertenor’s hand closed around the larger man’s cock and the thought of ‘It’s so thick’ crossed his mind, he took a second to memorize the feel of it, the softness of the skin, the veins that pulsed though it, but soon he started to jerk the man off the best he could given their position.

Their eyes met again, Mark wanted to make sure Chris was ok with this. Chris was doing a search of his own, the older gleek could read the boy’s need to give him retribution. It wasn’t necessary, but it was appreciated by the man. Mark wanted the countertenor to see what he could do to him, he held himself up a bit so Chris could move better, he kept looking in his eyes even as he grunted and thrust on the boy’s hand. “…want you so much”, “…you’re so beautiful” he would find himself mumbling to the countertenor between grunts.

Chris was panting again, seeing what he was doing to the man, the pleasure on his face was such a turn on. He felt wanted. He was the only one on Mark’s eyes right now, no one else. “Kiss me” he asked his boyfriend. He wanted to bring the man in again, and soon he felt that tongue invading his mouth as his hand sped it up. Marks arms enclosing around him, while he was drinking in the sounds of the mohawked brunette’s pleasure. After sometime, Chris arm was tired but he just kept at it, he would feel it in the morning, now he just had to make him come, he needed to know he could satisfy this amazing man, he needed to show Mark that he wouldn’t be needing anyone else, Chris could do it, he would learn.

“Of course it will be only you…o-of course I only need you…You will learn, I-I w-will teach you ever-everything babe, everything” he spoke fervently.

‘Oh God. Did I say those things out loud?’ Apparently he had and Chris thought to himself that he had to stop mumbling his disconcerting thoughts around. The countertenor spared a moment to feel mortified, but soon moved on to feel touched and secure. Mark’s words came out shaky, he was nearing his climax, maybe he would have said anything at that moment. Nonetheless, he still looked dead serious as he spoke, and once again, his words were exactly what Chris needed to hear. “I want to make you come” the younger gleek spoke sincerely, looking directly into his boyfriends eyes, his own full of warm and caring for that man, who seemed to be aiming at destroying every one of Chris’ insecurities single-handed and in one night. That did it and Mark was over the edge.

“F-fuck…” Mark moaned and started to bite and kiss the boy’s neck as Chris pumped his orgasm out of him, with a big smile on his face, even as he felt the heat of the man semen on his stomach (since Mark, not really expecting to come himself, seemed to forget a condom for his own use).

“You say the sweetest things when you come” Chris chuckled.

“Shut up, Colfer” Mark kissed him quiet.

“That was…” Chris looked for words that didn’t sound so lame (or porny) “It was really good” he said honestly as he breathed the man's scent.

“Yeah, it was. I mean, hot damn” Mark agreed nuzzling his hair.

Chris fought his smile, he was satisfied with himself. The fact that he felt amazing + he satisfied Mark without embarrassing himself made the night just perfect. Nevertheless he noticed he was all sticky from sweat and cum, and he did not want to put his clothes on like that, also he was already feeling self-conscious and he wanted to dress himself up again. Sure Mark had said he liked the way he looked naked, but Chris just didn’t want to tempt fate ‘or risk him regain reason’, he thought.

“Could I maybe take a shower here?” he asked the man, looking pleadingly.

“With me?” the man smirked

“No, pervert” Chris pushed a finger gently on the man’s forehead to get the man’s lips away from his own (or else he might cave and accept the offer). “I’m sweaty and sticky from your…stuff” Chris scrunched his nose in disgust.

“Cum, Chris…you can say it” he spoke smugly.

“Yeah, that.” Chris just rolled his eyes at the man “I don’t want to dress and drive home like this. So, can I?”

Mark traced a few fingers through his own cum on the boy’s stomach, getting them all wet, than he held the boy’s hands with his other hand.

“W-what? No, no, no, no” Chris squirmed and fought back trying to get himself freed from his hand. He had a fairly good idea where this was going. “No, stop. Mark Salling….you are about to lose a boyfriend. Do not do this. I’ll report you….I’ll get Ryan to really make you sing Jonas brothers…” Chris was all but screaming now, while he watched the man's hand approach his face.

“I’ll take my chances” the mohawked brunette said as he finally gripped Chris’s chin with his hand full of cum, and gave the boy a deep, sloppy kiss, swallowing the boy’s cries of disgust.

The boy let himself go into the kiss for a moment letting the man taste his mouth once again, before he recovered his fighting spirit once more and, at last, pushed the man away. “Oh, MY GOD. You’re a disgusting, disgusting man, Mark”

The older gleek was laughing his ass off, while Chris reached for the man’s shirt on the floor using it to clean his face, while wearing a take that look on his face. Mark finally sobered up once again trapping Chris beneath him, putting an elbow on each side of his head. “I think you look good with cum on your face. Some other time I will want to put it there again, of course I will use other methods” he said, voice deep, eyes piercing while wearing his smug grin again.

It did the job, Chris mind was swirling, he was feeling hot once more, but embarrassed by the implications of the man’s words, heat starting to pool on his groin again. His lips opened as he felt a bit breathless, his mouth feeling empty, and the older gleek took the chance to kiss him.

Mark stopped the kiss and, this time serious, he spoke “Thank you for today. It was perfect”, and as the boy did that cute thing when he scrunched his lips to the side on a half smile the man finally conceded, “Now go, take your shower…and think of me while you do it” he said, giving the countertenor one last peck on the lips, before allowing himself to be pushed away.

“Please…were you always this big headed? Be grateful if I don’t pee on your liquid soap or something” Chris said, rolling his eyes again, as he put on his underwear and walked off to the bathroom trying his best to not walk skipping, while unconsciously touching his stomach where he could still feel the heat of the man semen on him (yes, he felt that happy).   X~X~X~X~X~X~X~X A.N.: I guess I suck writting smut, right? Well, I'm trying >.<