Kneel down and suck up, RPS, CMM/SC/CK
Title: Kneel down and suck up
Author: charlies_dragon
Beta: bellasianna
Rating: NC-17
Total Word Count: 1,295
Characters/Pairing: Chad Michael Murray/Steve Carlson/Christian Kane
Prompts: CMM/SC/CK; bar fight; head wound;
Warnings: man on man (on man) action; bad language; Chad Michael Murray (for the mind bleach ;) )
Disclaimer: I do not own the persons named in this. The plot however, is mine. No money is being made from this piece of fiction and no harm is meant by it towards anyone.
Summary: None of them would ever be able to remember exactly the events that lead up to the bar fight, or why the alley out the back of the run down bar seemed to be the best place to work off the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, but they would always remember the events that took place in the alley.
Author’s Note: (a) this is the first p0rny fic I’ve written -ever- (b) all of this can be blamed on burned_phoenix and her scary!brain (c) 721 words of it were written for Day 01 @ mini_nanowrimo and 243 words were written for Day 02.
None of them would ever be able to remember exactly the events that lead up to the bar fight, or why the alley out the back of the run down bar seemed to be the best place to work off the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, but they would always remember the events that took place in the alley.
"If you could jus' learn when ta keep ya mouth shut Murray, none of this shit would'a happened," Chris growled, pushing Chad down onto his knees as he pulled Steve in close for a mostly-teeth kiss.
Chad’s only reply was a grunt as his bruised shin hit the dirty ground of the alley.
Steve rubbed his left hand over Chad's hair, keeping him calm, whilst he held Chris' head in place with his right. Unfortunately this left him without any hands to brace himself against the wall with, so Chris hooked an arm round his waist, rubbing his fingers over the small patch of skin that had appeared just above Steve's waistband. Whilst this was all happening above, Chad reached up to Chris' jeans, undid the belt buckle, pulled down the zip and quickly glanced up at the other two men. Having gotten no response so far, Chad continued to pull Chris' jeans down to his knees and then his boxers. Just as he reached up to stroke Chris to full hardness, Chris batted Chad's hand away and held his face immobile.
"S'long as ya get me 'n' Steve off, don't mind whatcha do, but you're not to come 'til we say so. Got it?" Chris said as he looked directly into Chad’s eyes to make sure he really did understand. Resisting the urge to mouth off, Chad nodded his agreement and looked away from Chris' piercing gaze.
Seeing that Steve was getting impatient, Chris let go of Chad’s head and put both of his hands to use, stroking and teasing every inch of Steve's skin that he could get to. Chad went back to working Chris' cock to full hardness, teasing the vein on the underside with a fingernail and rolling Chris' balls gently with his other hand. Soon enough Chris was hard enough for Chad to take into his mouth. Lapping at the head, licking away the beads of pre-come as they formed, Chad was tempted to palm his cock through his jeans, but didn’t as he wasn’t sure if Chris would allow it or not.
Moving his hand down from Chad’s sandy blonde hair to his mouth, Steve opened Chad’s mouth wider so he could fit more of Chris’ cock in.
"He looks so fucking dirty, mouth stretched wide round your cock, his cock straining against the zip of his jeans. You like it huh? You like making him your bitch and telling him what to do?" Steve whispered into Chris’ ear, his breath tickling Chris and his words making Chris groan and buck into Chad’s mouth.
Instead of choking and coughing like Steve expected, Chad took Chris’ bucking into him and sucked harder, taking more and more of Chris’ cock into his mouth. Chad brought his hands back up, the left to Chris’ hip to hold him down against the wall and the right to Chris’ balls, rolling and squeezing them, working out what got Chris to moan and try to buck again.
With all of Chad’s concentration being on getting Chris off as quickly as possible -coz eurgh, dirty back alley here people- he didn’t notice Steve taking his finger away from the side of his mouth and unzipping his jeans, intent on getting his cock out and relieving the pain of being trapped inside tight jeans. Taking Chris’ mouth in what looked like an attempt to become joined at the lips, Steve nipped at Chris’ lips and stroked their tongues together in time with the way he jacked his own cock.
In blissful ignorance of Steve’s motions, Chad pulled off of Chris’ cock and mouthed down it ‘til he reached Chris’ balls, his fingers moving back along his perineum, down to his hole. Gently sucking on Chris’ balls, Chad slowly massaged Chris’ tight hole with the tip of a finger, pressing more firmly with each pass. After a few minutes like that, Chad moved back up to Chris’ cock, suckling on the slit like a babe on a mothers’ breast, and with just as much enthusiasm. With a last lick at the now fully slick head, Chad sucked on his own fingers, getting them wet enough that quickly fingering Chris’ arse wouldn’t hurt too much in their shared drunken state.
It was at that moment, with his fingers in his mouth, his cock straining valiantly against the zipper of his jeans and blood dried down one cheek from a wound gained in the bar fight, that Chris looked down at Chad and couldn’t hold it together any more. The first string of come landed on Chad’s nose and ran all the way down the back of his hand. Before more could land on his face, Chad ripped his fingers away from his mouth and practically attacked Chris’ cock, sucking down on it and swallowing the rest of his come.
When Chris had pulled back from Steve’s mouth, Steve pressed his forehead against Chris’ shoulder and worked his hand faster, using Chris’ panting and moaning, Chad’s shallow breathing and the slap of skin on skin to get himself off. When he opened his eyes and turned his head to the left slightly, all he could see was Chad partially covered in come and straining to take the rest of Chris’ load. As soon as Chris pulled his now sensitive cock out from between Chad’s swollen lips, Steve yanked Chad over and shoved his cock between those spit-shiny lips over and over, fucking Chad’s mouth with his so-hard-it-almost-hurts cock.
Chris slid down the wall slowly, his now limp cock still hanging out, and leaned forward into Chad’s chest.
"Y’like his cock ramming into ya mouth, don’tcha boy. Throat already stretched and sore from me, knowing you can’t come but wanting to like the little bitch y’are," Chris said huskily. Looking down at Chad’s crotch, he could see the effect his words had on the younger man when the bulge in his jeans twitched and the wet spot grew.
Seconds later Steve began to lose his rhythm and Chris, still leaning mostly on Chad, reached up with his left hand to play with Steve’s balls. Rolling them gently in his palm, Chris gave them a quick squeeze, and with that, Steve stuttered and came down Chad’s throat, hands falling to the top of Chad’s head to hold him in place whilst Steve threw his head back, groaning with each pulse of his cock. Moments passed and Chad slowly got up, pulling Steve’s jeans and boxers with him as he went. This caused Chris to slide onto his knees and grip Chad’s hip with his free hand to steady himself.
"Dude, I know you like Steve, like really like him, but you gotta give the guy his balls back," Chad said with a scratchy voice, smirking down at the still-dazed Chris.
Instead of letting go like he should, Chris stood up and tucked Steve in himself and then proceeded to sort his own crotch out, all the while whispering hot-dirty things into his ear.
With all three men once again vertical and some-what able to walk -poor Chad was starting to suffer greatly from blue balls syndrome- they attempted to find Chris’ beaten up truck that they’d arrived in. Finding it in a less than road worthy state, probably as recompense for beating the crap out of the other guys in the bar earlier, Steve spoke up.
"So how’re we getting home then?"
So, first ever porny fic :S You liked it - leave a comment, there's a mistake - leave a comment, you hate it - please exit stage left. Constructive criticism is appreciated but flames will be put on my log fire to keep me toasty warm *g*
charlies_dragon
Author: charlies_dragon
Beta: bellasianna
Rating: NC-17
Total Word Count: 1,295
Characters/Pairing: Chad Michael Murray/Steve Carlson/Christian Kane
Prompts: CMM/SC/CK; bar fight; head wound;
Warnings: man on man (on man) action; bad language; Chad Michael Murray (for the mind bleach ;) )
Disclaimer: I do not own the persons named in this. The plot however, is mine. No money is being made from this piece of fiction and no harm is meant by it towards anyone.
Summary: None of them would ever be able to remember exactly the events that lead up to the bar fight, or why the alley out the back of the run down bar seemed to be the best place to work off the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, but they would always remember the events that took place in the alley.
Author’s Note: (a) this is the first p0rny fic I’ve written -ever- (b) all of this can be blamed on burned_phoenix and her scary!brain (c) 721 words of it were written for Day 01 @ mini_nanowrimo and 243 words were written for Day 02.
None of them would ever be able to remember exactly the events that lead up to the bar fight, or why the alley out the back of the run down bar seemed to be the best place to work off the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, but they would always remember the events that took place in the alley.
"If you could jus' learn when ta keep ya mouth shut Murray, none of this shit would'a happened," Chris growled, pushing Chad down onto his knees as he pulled Steve in close for a mostly-teeth kiss.
Chad’s only reply was a grunt as his bruised shin hit the dirty ground of the alley.
Steve rubbed his left hand over Chad's hair, keeping him calm, whilst he held Chris' head in place with his right. Unfortunately this left him without any hands to brace himself against the wall with, so Chris hooked an arm round his waist, rubbing his fingers over the small patch of skin that had appeared just above Steve's waistband. Whilst this was all happening above, Chad reached up to Chris' jeans, undid the belt buckle, pulled down the zip and quickly glanced up at the other two men. Having gotten no response so far, Chad continued to pull Chris' jeans down to his knees and then his boxers. Just as he reached up to stroke Chris to full hardness, Chris batted Chad's hand away and held his face immobile.
"S'long as ya get me 'n' Steve off, don't mind whatcha do, but you're not to come 'til we say so. Got it?" Chris said as he looked directly into Chad’s eyes to make sure he really did understand. Resisting the urge to mouth off, Chad nodded his agreement and looked away from Chris' piercing gaze.
Seeing that Steve was getting impatient, Chris let go of Chad’s head and put both of his hands to use, stroking and teasing every inch of Steve's skin that he could get to. Chad went back to working Chris' cock to full hardness, teasing the vein on the underside with a fingernail and rolling Chris' balls gently with his other hand. Soon enough Chris was hard enough for Chad to take into his mouth. Lapping at the head, licking away the beads of pre-come as they formed, Chad was tempted to palm his cock through his jeans, but didn’t as he wasn’t sure if Chris would allow it or not.
Moving his hand down from Chad’s sandy blonde hair to his mouth, Steve opened Chad’s mouth wider so he could fit more of Chris’ cock in.
"He looks so fucking dirty, mouth stretched wide round your cock, his cock straining against the zip of his jeans. You like it huh? You like making him your bitch and telling him what to do?" Steve whispered into Chris’ ear, his breath tickling Chris and his words making Chris groan and buck into Chad’s mouth.
Instead of choking and coughing like Steve expected, Chad took Chris’ bucking into him and sucked harder, taking more and more of Chris’ cock into his mouth. Chad brought his hands back up, the left to Chris’ hip to hold him down against the wall and the right to Chris’ balls, rolling and squeezing them, working out what got Chris to moan and try to buck again.
With all of Chad’s concentration being on getting Chris off as quickly as possible -coz eurgh, dirty back alley here people- he didn’t notice Steve taking his finger away from the side of his mouth and unzipping his jeans, intent on getting his cock out and relieving the pain of being trapped inside tight jeans. Taking Chris’ mouth in what looked like an attempt to become joined at the lips, Steve nipped at Chris’ lips and stroked their tongues together in time with the way he jacked his own cock.
In blissful ignorance of Steve’s motions, Chad pulled off of Chris’ cock and mouthed down it ‘til he reached Chris’ balls, his fingers moving back along his perineum, down to his hole. Gently sucking on Chris’ balls, Chad slowly massaged Chris’ tight hole with the tip of a finger, pressing more firmly with each pass. After a few minutes like that, Chad moved back up to Chris’ cock, suckling on the slit like a babe on a mothers’ breast, and with just as much enthusiasm. With a last lick at the now fully slick head, Chad sucked on his own fingers, getting them wet enough that quickly fingering Chris’ arse wouldn’t hurt too much in their shared drunken state.
It was at that moment, with his fingers in his mouth, his cock straining valiantly against the zipper of his jeans and blood dried down one cheek from a wound gained in the bar fight, that Chris looked down at Chad and couldn’t hold it together any more. The first string of come landed on Chad’s nose and ran all the way down the back of his hand. Before more could land on his face, Chad ripped his fingers away from his mouth and practically attacked Chris’ cock, sucking down on it and swallowing the rest of his come.
When Chris had pulled back from Steve’s mouth, Steve pressed his forehead against Chris’ shoulder and worked his hand faster, using Chris’ panting and moaning, Chad’s shallow breathing and the slap of skin on skin to get himself off. When he opened his eyes and turned his head to the left slightly, all he could see was Chad partially covered in come and straining to take the rest of Chris’ load. As soon as Chris pulled his now sensitive cock out from between Chad’s swollen lips, Steve yanked Chad over and shoved his cock between those spit-shiny lips over and over, fucking Chad’s mouth with his so-hard-it-almost-hurts cock.
Chris slid down the wall slowly, his now limp cock still hanging out, and leaned forward into Chad’s chest.
"Y’like his cock ramming into ya mouth, don’tcha boy. Throat already stretched and sore from me, knowing you can’t come but wanting to like the little bitch y’are," Chris said huskily. Looking down at Chad’s crotch, he could see the effect his words had on the younger man when the bulge in his jeans twitched and the wet spot grew.
Seconds later Steve began to lose his rhythm and Chris, still leaning mostly on Chad, reached up with his left hand to play with Steve’s balls. Rolling them gently in his palm, Chris gave them a quick squeeze, and with that, Steve stuttered and came down Chad’s throat, hands falling to the top of Chad’s head to hold him in place whilst Steve threw his head back, groaning with each pulse of his cock. Moments passed and Chad slowly got up, pulling Steve’s jeans and boxers with him as he went. This caused Chris to slide onto his knees and grip Chad’s hip with his free hand to steady himself.
"Dude, I know you like Steve, like really like him, but you gotta give the guy his balls back," Chad said with a scratchy voice, smirking down at the still-dazed Chris.
Instead of letting go like he should, Chris stood up and tucked Steve in himself and then proceeded to sort his own crotch out, all the while whispering hot-dirty things into his ear.
With all three men once again vertical and some-what able to walk -poor Chad was starting to suffer greatly from blue balls syndrome- they attempted to find Chris’ beaten up truck that they’d arrived in. Finding it in a less than road worthy state, probably as recompense for beating the crap out of the other guys in the bar earlier, Steve spoke up.
"So how’re we getting home then?"
So, first ever porny fic :S You liked it - leave a comment, there's a mistake - leave a comment, you hate it - please exit stage left. Constructive criticism is appreciated but flames will be put on my log fire to keep me toasty warm *g*
charlies_dragon