Vulnerable (9/?)
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Title: Vulnerable (9/?)
Author: FightingMadness (colferslasher)
Rating: NC-17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Mark/Chris; Jonathan/Chris; OMC/Chris
Genre: Angst/Romance
Warning: Possessiveness kink, jealousy kink, graphic sex, graphic violence, threesome, OC
Spoilers: Not if you watched the back 9.
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.
Author Notes: This fic is for mature readers, there will be graphic scenes. Also this is a RPS (Real people slash or Real People Fiction).
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: 2580
A.N.: Ok, I feel like people don’t care about this fic anymore, it makes me sad, but I understand. However, I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. I want to improve as a writer ó.ò
I also want to thank so much the people who took the time to read and comment my last chapter ( yeah you 2 :p), I truly appreciate it :)
Chapter 9: Territorial
Jonathan stared at his phone as if the damn thing was the cause of all his problems. The useless gadget just wouldn’t ring. Chris’ phone should have registered his missed calls, all 8 of them. Wasn’t the boy curious or worried for the reason that made Jonathan call him so much? Why the hell wasn’t him calling back? Well, he didn’t really know where the mystery guy was taking the boy, so he could still be in the middle of the date, on a night club or something, where the music was loud and Chris couldn’t hear his phone ringing. That must be it, Chris just hadn’t seen it….’in that case I should call again. Maybe this time…’
“OH MY GOD, I’M BECOMING PATHETIC” the Broadway star rubbed his face with his hands, almost desperately at his own thoughts.
“The hell are you doing?” he asked himself for probably the 30th time that day. He already knew the answer, though. ‘You have been through relationships before. You should be able to deal with this’…it didn’t change the fact that he was failing miserably. No matter how many times he repeated that…with Chris…it was different, and he knew it.
The day had passed excruciatingly slow for Jonathan and it had been fucking exhausting. Not only he had dance rehearsal, studio recordings and filming, he had to do it all while battling his own impulses to call Chris, to ask around and find out who was this guy taking his Chris out on a date. But exhausting as it had been it wasn’t as bad as when he got home, because then there was nothing to distract his attention of his own jealousy and the pain it caused. His imagination doing him the disservice of creating several scenarios where sweet, beautiful, kind-hearted Chris ended up losing his virginity pushed against a wall on a dirty alley.
He had tried to distract himself, he talked to Lea as long as he could on the phone but the poor girl couldn’t stop yawning she was so tired. He finally convinced her to go to sleep, that he would be fine. Basically he was lying through his teeth, he was not fine, but Lea deserved her rest.
He then tried TV, movies, musicals…nothing held his attention for long. He just could not focus, he needed to know if the boy was fine, if the date had gone well (hopefully not!), if Chris needed him…in someway, somehow, even if just for giving him a ride home or something. So he gave in and called, but Chris didn’t pick it up…so Jonathan just kept trying until it felt ridiculous. He didn’t even know what he would tell the boy when he, unavoidably, asked why he was calling so much. So he decided to wait for the other gleek to call back, but as time passed and he could still not focus on anything else, the sight of the unmoving phone just sitting on his coffee table was taunting him. He was losing the battle against curiosity and jealousy once more.
At a particularly painful scenario his imagination created a guy that looked exactly like Jason and was kissing Chris against his will, again. Jonathan all but yelled alone in his living room, “FUCK IT”, and grabbed the phone calling the countertenor yet again…that’s when the call was answered…
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Mark was resting on his couch waiting for the boy to finish so he could take a shower himself (Damn, he wish he could have joined Chris), he recollected all that had happened on that ‘mother fucking PERFECT day’, as he putted to himself. Mark just wished Chris wouldn’t come out now or he would catch the man grinning to himself like an idiot. Why didn’t he take this step sooner? Chris was his now, and the boy knew it, no one could touch him, no one could have him, no one but Mark. That mouth, that beautiful smooth, freckled skin…those eyes, those beautiful, emotional, transparent, vulnerable eyes, all his. All his fears and reservations about making a move on the boy now felt so silly, being with Chris, being together…it felt fucking amazing, his heart was about to burst with contentment. As he thought of those things Mark was seconds away from a first pump when he heard it…Chris’ cell phone vibrate.
Out of reflex he went and looked who was calling. His blood went cold and his insecurities came back with a vengeance when he saw the caller’s ID. He clutched the thing in his hand and a silent battle initiated on his mind. He knew exactly why the man was calling, Jonathan knew about the date, Chris had told him, and the Broadway star was trying to get in the way. He was trying to grab for something that he had already lost. This knowledge didn’t make the older gleek feel any better. The right thing to do was let Chris know Jonathan was calling again. The right thing to do was to respect their friendship and trust his boyfriend. ‘Screw the right thing to do’, he thought to himself as he accepted the call.
“Chris?” came the anxious voice of Jonathan. Mark wish he could prohibit the man from calling the boy that, better yet, from calling him, period.
“No, it’s Mark” he said begrudgingly.
The simple sentence hit Jonathan like a punch. Theories beginning to form on his mind.“So you are the date?” he asked, voice as emotionless as he could muster, he didn’t want to show how much it had affected him.
“Yeah, I am” Mark confirmed.
“Didn’t take you for a scheming jerk, Salling” Jonathan couldn’t keep the snarl out of his voice this time. “Nice little play with your friend Jason on The Ivy. Really, Oscar worthy”
Mark snorted at that “And I didn’t take you for a delusional, bastard. I didn’t scheme a damn thing. I wouldn’t do that to Chris. Face it Groff, you waited, you lost, I’ve got him…so, now, BACK OFF” It was time to cut the crap, screw politeness and false pleasantries, he wanted Jonathan Groff to keep his hands away from Chris, and he wanted it now.
“So what? He went on a date with you, this hardly makes you anything…”
“Yeah, but spending one week kissing him silly when no one was looking does make me something” Mark sneered, imagining Jonathan’s face and how he must have his hand clutched into a fist right now. Mark could hardly recognize himself, he wasn’t one to use his own accomplishments against someone, but right now, he could not care less. “And it wasn’t just a date, we spent the whole day together.” Groff just had to understand that the countertenor was off limits now.
“And now what? You continue to hide him. Kiss him behind closed doors, hold his hand when no one is watching? Chris deserves better, Mark. And you know it! He deserves someone who can show the world how proud he is of Chris and how lucky he feels to have him”
“He deserves you. Is that what you are going for?” Mark all but growled, Jonathan did have a point.
“I would give him everything he needs. I would never be ashamed of him. We would never have to hide” There was anger, but also honesty in the Broadway actor’s voice. “Can you give him that Mark?”
“Fuck you Jonathan”
“I thought as much. Eloquent Mark, real eloquent” his cast mate mocked “Put him on the phone”
“Why? He made his choice Groff” Mark spat, he didn’t want Chris to talk to Jonathan, not now, not ever.
“He didn’t know he had a choice” Jonathan all but yelled. “Besides, he is still my friend, you don’t get to choose if he speaks to me or not. Now, put him on the fucking phone”
“He can’t, he is taking a shower. You see, after I was done with him, he was all sweaty and sticky” Mark sneered once again, yeah, that was definitely not him, but if being a douche was what it would take to keep Jonathan away from his boyfriend so be it.
That shocked Jonathan into silence for a few moments, anger boiling in his blood “You fucking pervert. He is a teen” Now he was really yelling.
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Groff. You are only three years younger than me. What would you do if you had him? Don’t give me this bullshit” Mark only kept himself from roaring right back at the other man because of Chris. “Now keep your fucking hands off my boyfriend”. He ended the call then, he didn’t feel like hearing Groff’s voice anymore, it was ruining his day…mainly because a lot of the things the Broadway actor said hit home.
Minutes ago he was reveling on the feeling that Chris was his but now, he felt his insecurities creep in again. The only one who could decide who the boy belonged to was Chris himself, no other. And, as Jonathan had said, the countertenor didn’t really know he had choices. Mark wasn’t sure he could give him everything the Broadway actor could, at least not right now, Mark just wasn’t ready for the world to know about his sexuality. But he did know the younger gleek deserved more, and he would give it to him, just not at the moment.
However, if Jonathan was able to make Mark see this, he could make Chris see it too. Probably the boy would go home and the Broadway actor would call…and he would charm his way into Chris’ heart, making he see how much of a coward Mark really was. But he could not bring himself to let go of the younger gleek, not after today, not after realizing how happy the boy made him feel.
He heard the bathroom door opening and he walked to it as Chris got out of the bathroom, all wet, hair clinging to his face wearing only his boxers. ‘Damn, he looks hot like that’.
“I think I was kind of distracted” Chris said making his best effort to not betray his embarrassment, “I forgot to ask you for a towel and I forgot the rest of my clothes” the boy gave him a sheepish smile.
“I forgot to offer too” Mark said so Chris wouldn’t feel bad “I’ll wash my hands and give you a clean towel, ok?”
Thinking about the reason why Mark needed to wash his hands made the countertenor blush this time, even as he was making an effort to look unfazed. “Sure, sure” he said as he walked back to the living room to gather the rest of his things. It wasn’t long before the older gleek was back, handing Chris a towel, shorts and a t-shirt?
“Thank you Mark…but I kind of can buy my own clothes now, I know most of them look like handovers but I have actually paid for them, it was nice of you though. Unless, this is your way of telling me you don’t like the way I dress…in that case, this is just rude” he said nodding to the clothes in his hand, an awkward, but curious look on his face.
“Well, it’s not charity and I’m not criticizing your clothes” Mark said chuckling, Chris only raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “Sleep here?” the man asked, almost cringing at how needy that sounded.
“Er…Mark, I’m not a relationship specialist, but…isn’t this a little too soon?” Chris was a bit taken aback by the man’s request.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to scare you away or anything…we’re not moving in together, and we don’t even have to do anything…I just, just…wanted to wake up with you” Mark said honestly. Soon Chris would go home, and he would talk to Groff and who knows if the man would really stop his advances on the boy. Mark could not really control that. However, today had felt like it was only Chris and Mark’s world, a reality of their own, the man wasn’t ready to go back to feeling jealous, angry and insecure all the fucking time just yet.
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In the boy's head alarms were going off, this was moving too fast, way too fast, Chris knew. His rational mind could come up with numerous reasons why this was too soon, too intense, especially considering this was the first time Chris was in a relationship. Any smart person could see that this was all too much, except…it wasn’t.
What Mark said and how he said it, it really got to Chris. He was not used to someone as attractive as the older gleek asking for him, for his presence. ‘I want to wake up with you’ he played the man’s words on his mind as well as its implications. Truth be told, Chris had felt what he could only describe as a strong connection to Mark, everything the older man said and did on that day made him so happy it was scary. Too much, too fast, and suddenly all these feelings he was not used to have, were pouring on him, leaving his head confused and his heart overwhelmed. Through it all he was trying to act like an adult, he was trying really hard to play it cool, act rational, to give the older gleek his space so he would not think of Chris as needy or clingy. But now, Mark was the one who asked. Mark was the one showing his need for Chris’s presence. It was ok for him to just do what he felt, wasn’t it? So what if it was too fast, he had nineteen years of loneliness to make up for.
“Ok” Chris said with a genuine smile before he could regret it “But you can’t laugh, Pantera is not a good look on me” he said as he looked at the black, oversized, band t-shirt on his hands.
“Promise” Mark said already grinning as he gathered his boy for one more deep kiss.
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On his own apartment Jonathan was about to go mad from rage and jealousy. As Mark hang up on his face he threw his cell on the floor, the thing shattering to pieces. He paced back and forth, ‘Of course. Stupid, stupid Jonathan. First he introduces that jerk who forces himself on Chris, then he played the hero. Of course, he would try to make a move’. Jonathan felt so dumb for not have seen through his bullshit before. He considered driving to Mark’s and picking up Chris, taking him away from the man, but he didn’t know where Mark lived. So he settled for punching the cushions of his couch pretending it was Salling over and over until he was too exhausted to move. As he sat down he looked tiredly at the cover of the DVD that was now permanently on his player. Those beautiful and haunting blue-green* eyes mocking him.
“Why did you have to go and make me feel like this, Chris?” he asked the cherubic face on the cover. “Why now when everything else is going so good on my life? Undo it, damn it…Because it fucking hurts” he spoke almost in a whisper as he hid his face on his hands.
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A.N*.: What is the name of the color of Chris’ eyes again? I know there is a name to it, but I can’t find it.