Fic: A Storm is Brewing ( Olympics - Chris Brooks/Jonathan Horton) R
Title: A Storm is Brewing
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Olympics - Gymnastics
Verse: Bonds of Brotherhood (Fraternity AU)
Pairing: Chris Brooks/Jonathan Horton
Word Count: 1,815
Rating: R
Summary: Severe weather warnings have shut down the university for a three-day weekend. Jon and Chris intend to take advantage of it.
***
Jon was entirely too comfortable to get out of bed when his alarm went off. It was early afternoon and on any other day he would have been in the gym and class for hours already. Instead, he had slept away the morning cocooned beneath every blanket he owned while Chris clung to him like a life-sized teddy bear.
Outside the window, the weather told the reason for their unexpected day off. At the height of day, the sky was dark, grey and stormy. Trees and rain both slanted towards the south from the strong winds and torrential downpour that forced all but the most determined indoors. It was far from hurricane force-Jon had experienced a few of those when he grew up in Houston-but for Oregon it was severe enough that the university had been completely shut down on Friday.
So, given a quiet three-day weekend, Jon and Chris had retreated to his dorm room for some quality time. For a rare bonus treat, they didn’t have to worry about a Michael-sized interruption because the swimmer texted him late the night before.
[Michael Phelps]
Gonna stay at KG for the weekend. Stay off my bed ;)
Jon had laughed and shared it with his boyfriend, then let Chris convince him to take a shirtless picture together on Michael’s blue bedding. They had both grinned for the picture rather than kiss, which Jon knew his roommate would appreciate, and it was texted with a smiley face.
The response had been quick.
[Michael Phelps]
I hate u both. Srsly.
[Jon Horton]
You’re letting that hot swimmer influence your ability to text, dude.
After that Jon’s phone had disappeared. He suspected it was stuck somewhere between his bed and the wall, but he was far too distracted by Chris’ mouth on his neck to look for it. Everything outside his ten-by-ten dorm room could wait until Monday.
***
The weekend looked differently from Saturday afternoon. The weather outside was the same, but inside the room was as cold as an icebox and the extra blankets were a necessity rather than a luxury because the heater had gone out during the night.
“Jon?” Chris asked quietly from the window. He sounded lost and so very far away to the gymnast.
“Here,” Jon crossed the short distance between the bed and window. He carried a blanket with him that he wrapped around Chris’ slumped shoulders, and his arms settled around the familiar waist. No additional words were required when Chris sank back into the embrace, his trust completely in Jon to support him.
His longtime boyfriend and best friend was not the type to talk it through. Jon knew Chris, he knew how he reacted loudly before he withdrew from everything but gymnastics while he sorted it out for himself. Eventually he would want to talk about it, but Jon couldn’t begin to imagine how long it would take for Chris to come to terms with something so life-shattering.
***
After a late night tangled around Chris, Jon woke early to the pleasant sensation of wet suction on his cock. “Mmm…” he hummed in contentment and reached down to run his finger’s through Chris’ sleep (and sex) mussed hair, causing it to stand up in a dozen different directions. “Good morning.”
Light vibrations hummed around his cock and sent a spike of pleasure through him and took away any coherent thoughts that lingered. Chris sucked in earnest, dragging his mouth obscenely up and down Jon’s length.
“God, yes,” he panted softly, losing himself in the sensations. In Jonathan’s eyes, there were few sights more arousing than Chris’ lips stretched around his cock, however in the dim light of the dorm room thought needed to be amended. Chris looked up at him, eyes intense and hungry, possessive even as his tongue worked the vein on the underside of Jon’s shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw a breathy groan from the smaller man. With his boyfriend, Jon felt no shame or embarrassment for neither the noises he made nor how quickly Chris could bring him to the height of pleasure by sinking down so low on Jon’s cock that it brushed the back of his throat. His voice was ragged and broken when he cried out his climax, leaving Jon spent and trembling from the flutter of Chris’ muscles swallowing every drop he spilled.
***
Jon nuzzled sleepily against Chris’ shoulder and placed soft kisses on his skin when he woke at a more reasonable hour. Not that he would ever complain about early morning blow jobs and slow fucking until every cell in his body quivered with pleasure, but Jon valued his sleep.
Chris was still dozing lightly as Jon smiled softly at him. Early mornings spent naked, sprawled and entangled with one another was coveted time, and easily Jon’s favorite part of being in love with Chris. Sure, the sex was great and he loved working out every day with him, but there was precious little time to just be close and intimate with one another, so when they had the opportunity they took advantage of it.
“Coach is going to have a fit when I can’t walk straight on Monday,” he mumbled and sucked softly on Chris’ collarbone. The taller gymnast’s fingers traced abstract shapes on Jon’s back as it slowly soothed him a bit closer towards sleep when he relaxed fully against his boyfriend’s warm body.
“Like the guys won’t freak out when I go in with fifteen new bruises they can see?” It wasn’t a complaint because Jon remembers the quiet groans that had accompanied him making those marks, nor did it count all the ones that would be hidden by warm ups. Jon had learned early on, even before they started dating, that Chris’ neck and upper chest were extremely sensitive. He often used it to his advantage as a distraction when Chris was murdering him at Call of Duty, but beyond that he loved the sounds it elicited from Chris. The soft little groans and sighs made Jon a little protective and a lot possessive of the taller gymnast because he rarely let himself be so vulnerable.
“You like the teasing,” Jon grinned and raised his head for a proper kiss from his boyfriend.
With Chris relaxed and pliant beneath him, Jon kissed him slowly, unhurried as he slipped his tongue into Chris’ mouth, mapping and claiming familiar territory. They’ve done this hundreds, if not thousands of times, allowing the kiss to stay slow in their sleepy, post-orgasmic stupor as they knew the other nearly as well as they knew their own body. There was nothing uncertain or shocking to disrupt them from the familiarity, seeking out places and touches they knew the other liked. Jon sometimes felt that no matter what sense he lost, he would always be able to identify Chris by just being near him.
An unexpected eruption of sound-311’s Amber-interrupted the blissful silence when Chris’ phone began to ring.
“Ignore it,” Jon murmured against his lips, unwilling to break the kiss.
“It’s from home,” Chris pulled away reluctantly and prodded him lightly in the side until Jon slid off. “I should answer it.”
The smaller gymnast stayed in the pile of warm blankets while Chris climbed over him and began to search for his phone. He wouldn’t complain about the opportunity to ogle Chris’ toned, naked ass as he moved from one piece of discarded clothing to another until he found his jeans and crouched down to retrieve his phone from the pocket.
Chris answered it as he made his way back to the bed. “Hello?”
Jon expected Chris to come back under the covers so he leaned back to make space, but he didn’t think Chris would stop dead in his tracks three feet from the bed. “This is Chris.”
It was impossible to hear what the person on the other end of the line said, but he could tell it was bad by the way Chris’ face fell. Jon sat up immediately and reached for his boyfriend so he would sit down. He had gone as white as a sheet, something Jon had never seen from him, and he didn’t want Chris to pass out.
The younger gymnast stumbled the few steps to the bed, even with Jon’s arms to guide him, and he collapsed onto it, still with no audible reaction to the phone call. It unnerved Jon to no end-Chris was loud and reactive, though in the rare case he was quiet and withdrawn Jon always knew why. In that moment, however, Jon was in the dark and it scared him. All he could do was wrap his arms around Chris’ and rub his back until the phone call ended.
Chris dropped his phone so that it bounced off the bed and onto the floor, but Jon doubted he even noticed it.
“What was that about?” Jon questioned gently, thumbs soothing some of the tension from Chris’ lower back.
“Travis Johnson… apparently he’s with Houston P.D. now,” Chris spoke aloud as if Jon wasn’t even there.
Jon vaguely remember Travis from high school-he’d been a year ahead of Jon, so they didn’t have much in common, though he did remember that the guy had dated Chris’ sister for awhile. “What does he want?”
“They’re evacuating-Hurricane Ike, you know?” the shell-shocked gymnast rambled in a low, quiet tone and leaned into the embrace. Jon knew about Ike, his own parents had evacuated Thursday because they were closer to the coast than Chris’ family. “He said there was an accident-dad. He recognized my dad, but couldn’t call my mom because of the storm…”
“Chris? What happened to your dad?” Jon did his best to keep his tone calm and neutral, for Chris’ sake, but he was already worrying.
“Dead at the scene,” Chris whispered, devoid of emotion as if he didn’t understand the meaning of the words. “There was nothing they could do.”
***
“Tell me none of this is real?” Chris sounded so small, so lost, that Jon didn’t know what to say or do to make it better.
Instead of a reply, because Jon couldn’t lie to the man he loved, he just held him tighter. Chris and his father had been close, and Jon knew Larry had been the biggest supporter of Chris’ gymnastics through all of the injuries and uncertainty about his career so far. Jon also knew that this would be the greatest difficulty Chris would face-harder even than multiple ankle surgeries and slow recoveries, more painful than dislocated shoulders. How Chris reacted, how he dealt with his father’s death… if he dealt with it, will both impact and directly affect his future and career. All Jon will be able to do is support him and be there for him.
Author: kingzgurl
Fandom: Olympics - Gymnastics
Verse: Bonds of Brotherhood (Fraternity AU)
Pairing: Chris Brooks/Jonathan Horton
Word Count: 1,815
Rating: R
Summary: Severe weather warnings have shut down the university for a three-day weekend. Jon and Chris intend to take advantage of it.
***
Jon was entirely too comfortable to get out of bed when his alarm went off. It was early afternoon and on any other day he would have been in the gym and class for hours already. Instead, he had slept away the morning cocooned beneath every blanket he owned while Chris clung to him like a life-sized teddy bear.
Outside the window, the weather told the reason for their unexpected day off. At the height of day, the sky was dark, grey and stormy. Trees and rain both slanted towards the south from the strong winds and torrential downpour that forced all but the most determined indoors. It was far from hurricane force-Jon had experienced a few of those when he grew up in Houston-but for Oregon it was severe enough that the university had been completely shut down on Friday.
So, given a quiet three-day weekend, Jon and Chris had retreated to his dorm room for some quality time. For a rare bonus treat, they didn’t have to worry about a Michael-sized interruption because the swimmer texted him late the night before.
[Michael Phelps]
Gonna stay at KG for the weekend. Stay off my bed ;)
Jon had laughed and shared it with his boyfriend, then let Chris convince him to take a shirtless picture together on Michael’s blue bedding. They had both grinned for the picture rather than kiss, which Jon knew his roommate would appreciate, and it was texted with a smiley face.
The response had been quick.
[Michael Phelps]
I hate u both. Srsly.
[Jon Horton]
You’re letting that hot swimmer influence your ability to text, dude.
After that Jon’s phone had disappeared. He suspected it was stuck somewhere between his bed and the wall, but he was far too distracted by Chris’ mouth on his neck to look for it. Everything outside his ten-by-ten dorm room could wait until Monday.
***
The weekend looked differently from Saturday afternoon. The weather outside was the same, but inside the room was as cold as an icebox and the extra blankets were a necessity rather than a luxury because the heater had gone out during the night.
“Jon?” Chris asked quietly from the window. He sounded lost and so very far away to the gymnast.
“Here,” Jon crossed the short distance between the bed and window. He carried a blanket with him that he wrapped around Chris’ slumped shoulders, and his arms settled around the familiar waist. No additional words were required when Chris sank back into the embrace, his trust completely in Jon to support him.
His longtime boyfriend and best friend was not the type to talk it through. Jon knew Chris, he knew how he reacted loudly before he withdrew from everything but gymnastics while he sorted it out for himself. Eventually he would want to talk about it, but Jon couldn’t begin to imagine how long it would take for Chris to come to terms with something so life-shattering.
***
After a late night tangled around Chris, Jon woke early to the pleasant sensation of wet suction on his cock. “Mmm…” he hummed in contentment and reached down to run his finger’s through Chris’ sleep (and sex) mussed hair, causing it to stand up in a dozen different directions. “Good morning.”
Light vibrations hummed around his cock and sent a spike of pleasure through him and took away any coherent thoughts that lingered. Chris sucked in earnest, dragging his mouth obscenely up and down Jon’s length.
“God, yes,” he panted softly, losing himself in the sensations. In Jonathan’s eyes, there were few sights more arousing than Chris’ lips stretched around his cock, however in the dim light of the dorm room thought needed to be amended. Chris looked up at him, eyes intense and hungry, possessive even as his tongue worked the vein on the underside of Jon’s shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw a breathy groan from the smaller man. With his boyfriend, Jon felt no shame or embarrassment for neither the noises he made nor how quickly Chris could bring him to the height of pleasure by sinking down so low on Jon’s cock that it brushed the back of his throat. His voice was ragged and broken when he cried out his climax, leaving Jon spent and trembling from the flutter of Chris’ muscles swallowing every drop he spilled.
***
Jon nuzzled sleepily against Chris’ shoulder and placed soft kisses on his skin when he woke at a more reasonable hour. Not that he would ever complain about early morning blow jobs and slow fucking until every cell in his body quivered with pleasure, but Jon valued his sleep.
Chris was still dozing lightly as Jon smiled softly at him. Early mornings spent naked, sprawled and entangled with one another was coveted time, and easily Jon’s favorite part of being in love with Chris. Sure, the sex was great and he loved working out every day with him, but there was precious little time to just be close and intimate with one another, so when they had the opportunity they took advantage of it.
“Coach is going to have a fit when I can’t walk straight on Monday,” he mumbled and sucked softly on Chris’ collarbone. The taller gymnast’s fingers traced abstract shapes on Jon’s back as it slowly soothed him a bit closer towards sleep when he relaxed fully against his boyfriend’s warm body.
“Like the guys won’t freak out when I go in with fifteen new bruises they can see?” It wasn’t a complaint because Jon remembers the quiet groans that had accompanied him making those marks, nor did it count all the ones that would be hidden by warm ups. Jon had learned early on, even before they started dating, that Chris’ neck and upper chest were extremely sensitive. He often used it to his advantage as a distraction when Chris was murdering him at Call of Duty, but beyond that he loved the sounds it elicited from Chris. The soft little groans and sighs made Jon a little protective and a lot possessive of the taller gymnast because he rarely let himself be so vulnerable.
“You like the teasing,” Jon grinned and raised his head for a proper kiss from his boyfriend.
With Chris relaxed and pliant beneath him, Jon kissed him slowly, unhurried as he slipped his tongue into Chris’ mouth, mapping and claiming familiar territory. They’ve done this hundreds, if not thousands of times, allowing the kiss to stay slow in their sleepy, post-orgasmic stupor as they knew the other nearly as well as they knew their own body. There was nothing uncertain or shocking to disrupt them from the familiarity, seeking out places and touches they knew the other liked. Jon sometimes felt that no matter what sense he lost, he would always be able to identify Chris by just being near him.
An unexpected eruption of sound-311’s Amber-interrupted the blissful silence when Chris’ phone began to ring.
“Ignore it,” Jon murmured against his lips, unwilling to break the kiss.
“It’s from home,” Chris pulled away reluctantly and prodded him lightly in the side until Jon slid off. “I should answer it.”
The smaller gymnast stayed in the pile of warm blankets while Chris climbed over him and began to search for his phone. He wouldn’t complain about the opportunity to ogle Chris’ toned, naked ass as he moved from one piece of discarded clothing to another until he found his jeans and crouched down to retrieve his phone from the pocket.
Chris answered it as he made his way back to the bed. “Hello?”
Jon expected Chris to come back under the covers so he leaned back to make space, but he didn’t think Chris would stop dead in his tracks three feet from the bed. “This is Chris.”
It was impossible to hear what the person on the other end of the line said, but he could tell it was bad by the way Chris’ face fell. Jon sat up immediately and reached for his boyfriend so he would sit down. He had gone as white as a sheet, something Jon had never seen from him, and he didn’t want Chris to pass out.
The younger gymnast stumbled the few steps to the bed, even with Jon’s arms to guide him, and he collapsed onto it, still with no audible reaction to the phone call. It unnerved Jon to no end-Chris was loud and reactive, though in the rare case he was quiet and withdrawn Jon always knew why. In that moment, however, Jon was in the dark and it scared him. All he could do was wrap his arms around Chris’ and rub his back until the phone call ended.
Chris dropped his phone so that it bounced off the bed and onto the floor, but Jon doubted he even noticed it.
“What was that about?” Jon questioned gently, thumbs soothing some of the tension from Chris’ lower back.
“Travis Johnson… apparently he’s with Houston P.D. now,” Chris spoke aloud as if Jon wasn’t even there.
Jon vaguely remember Travis from high school-he’d been a year ahead of Jon, so they didn’t have much in common, though he did remember that the guy had dated Chris’ sister for awhile. “What does he want?”
“They’re evacuating-Hurricane Ike, you know?” the shell-shocked gymnast rambled in a low, quiet tone and leaned into the embrace. Jon knew about Ike, his own parents had evacuated Thursday because they were closer to the coast than Chris’ family. “He said there was an accident-dad. He recognized my dad, but couldn’t call my mom because of the storm…”
“Chris? What happened to your dad?” Jon did his best to keep his tone calm and neutral, for Chris’ sake, but he was already worrying.
“Dead at the scene,” Chris whispered, devoid of emotion as if he didn’t understand the meaning of the words. “There was nothing they could do.”
***
“Tell me none of this is real?” Chris sounded so small, so lost, that Jon didn’t know what to say or do to make it better.
Instead of a reply, because Jon couldn’t lie to the man he loved, he just held him tighter. Chris and his father had been close, and Jon knew Larry had been the biggest supporter of Chris’ gymnastics through all of the injuries and uncertainty about his career so far. Jon also knew that this would be the greatest difficulty Chris would face-harder even than multiple ankle surgeries and slow recoveries, more painful than dislocated shoulders. How Chris reacted, how he dealt with his father’s death… if he dealt with it, will both impact and directly affect his future and career. All Jon will be able to do is support him and be there for him.