B-day fic.
Title: “You wanna take a ride?”
Author: ice_ziggee
Characters: CK/SC
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Beta: luc_darling. Thank you, hun.
Summary: Plot less porn.
A/N: It´s badfalcon birthday fic. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRL!!!!
Steve sat at the bar and sipped his beer. It was a slow night, one that frustrated him more than usual as the few people in the bar were there to drink and make noise and not here to enjoy the music. A few girls had come up to him after the show, hoping to spark his interest but he´d quickly pushed them away with silence and abruptness.
The door opened and Steve looked at the newcomer. The man sat at the other side of the bar and ordered a beer. Steve couldn´t help but notice the long wild hair, the leather vest that showed a carved, muscled chest and the leather bracelets on each arm. Around his neck hung a few leather strings, each with different charms, from silver carvings to blue stones. The newcomer had a strange presence to him, something unearthly and dangerous. People took a large circle around him as not to disturb him, like they could sense the energy radiating from the man. A tingle ran down Steve´s spine as the stranger 's blue eyes pierced him; it was like he was waiting for him but Steve knew he would have remembered if he´d ever seen him before.
Slowly he stood up and made his way to the stranger. Steve stood near him until he looked up and smiled. The smile completely lit up his face and his blue eyes shone with warmth and laughter. “You wanna take a seat?” The stranger asked.
“Yeah,” Steve replied and took the stool next to the man.
“I´m Chris,” the dark haired man introduced himself.
“Steve,” Steve said and shyly returned the smile. As Chris looked away, Steve noticed the braids in the other man´s hair, his fingers aching to touch them, to bury themselves in the dark strings, but Steve curled them around his beer instead.
“What are you doing in this place?” Steve asked.
Chris turned looking at him and Steve found himself getting lost in the blue eyes. “Just passing through. You?”
“Wrong time, wrong place.” Steve replied and took a sip of his beer.
“There is no such thing,” Chris said with a smirk.
“Really, what do you call it then?”
“Fate. Everything happens for a reason.”
Steve raised his eyebrow at that. “Don´t tell me you you´re going to give me the ‘you and I are destined to be together’-speech?” He blushed slightly as he realized how forward he´d been, it must be the beer. Chris didn´t seem to mind though as he chuckled at the word.
“No, I do it more like: ‘My bike´s outside. You wanna take a ride? ´” Chris´s deep voice sounded suggestive, his eyes tingling playfully.
Steve raised an eyebrow at the man and returned the smile. Goose bumps formed on his forearms and the fine hair stood straight up as the tone of voice sent a chill through his body. Steve downed the last few drops of his beer and set the bottle on the table. “Let's go, then,” he told him and locked his eyes with Chris´.
“Yeah, let's,” Chris replied and stood up from the bar.
Once ready, Chris led Steve outside to a black Harley, the moonlight brightened up the chrome and Steve smiled as Chris started the bike, giving it a little throttle so it roared in the silent night. Steve settled himself behind Chris, his arms curling around the man in front of him and he couldn´t help but press his palms against the naked skin under the vest. He could feel how the muscles flexed as Chris steered the bike toward the street and then they were flying through the darkness.
Chris´s home was… big. That was really the only word to describe it. There was a huge main room, with a perfectly equipped kitchen in one corner. Sofas, tables and chairs took up half of the room and large plasma TV on the wall. To the right, a hallway that lead to rooms on both sides.
Steve looked around before turning to the other man. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere in time?”
“What does that mean? Who are you?” Steve was really getting second thoughts about the whole thing, no matter how good looking the dude was.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
Chris looked at him for a few moments before smiling. “Alright.”
With a predatory smile, Chris walked up to Steve and set his hand on Steve´s chest. A blue orb glowed around the hand before Chris effortlessly pushed at the chest and sent Steve flying over 9 feet across the room with a bolt of lightning. His back slammed against the wall and all air left Steve´s lungs at the surprise collision. Chris slowly made his way over to him, his eyes never leaving Steve´s, fear and excitement rushed over Steve´s body and his jeans became uncomfortable tight as his cock jumped to life. The stranger gripped his shirt and in one pull, sent the buttons flying left and right. Fingers twisted a nipple as a rough tongue licked up the collarbone and bit hard down into the shoulder. Steve suppressed a growl of need as the pain heightened his arousal. Fuck.
“What are you?” Steve managed to ask.
“Some call me The Time Lord,” Chris whispered into his ear before nipping at the crook of Steve´s neck, “Others call me The Keeper of Time.” Chris ran his tongue up and down the length of the shoulder. “But I´m just Chris.” Steve growled and closed his eyes as Chris pressed his hand against Steve´s arousal, rubbing lightly through the jeans.
“You like that?” the dark haired man whispered.
“God, yesss,” Steve hissed and his head fell against the wall, his earlier question forgotten. Tongue and teeth mapped out his neck as the hands worked on unbuttoning his jeans and pushed the hand inside.
Chris kissed his way to Steve´s mouth and for the first time, their tongues met, wet and needy. Giving into his earning, Steve pushed his fingers into the dark strands, a small moan echoed and Steve wasn´t sure if it was from him or Chris.
A blue glowing hand was set on his chest and Steve found him flying across the room, crashing with the opposite wall. Chris came up behind him and pulled his shirt off before pressing hard against him and Steve growled into the wall as he felt the hardness press into his behind. Nails slowly raked down his back, the pain biting into his skin and Steve bit his lower lip to keep the moans and growls inside. He was so hard already, his cock throbbing and Steve knew he wouldn´t be able to hold back much longer.
Steve was thrown around the room, on to a couch, on a bear rug, into a chair; each time Chris followed the motion with his hands, tongue, body and heat, covering him and exploring him. Giving as much as he could, Steve battled with the man, biting, licking, scratching and pushing, earning heated groans and growls from the other man. Their clothes disappeared one article at a time and suddenly Steve was enveloped in heat as Chris took him in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Steve breathed and couldn´t take his eyes off lips that ran up and down his shaft in sync with waves that pushed him toward the climax.
Too soon, he found himself speeding through the room, his ass crushing against the kitchen island. Chris covered his body with his, taking both cocks into his hand and fiercely pumping with his hand. Steve sought out his mouth, drowning his own hisses along with Chris´s grunts in the kiss.
Roughly, Chris broke away and swiftly turned him around. Steve yelped as a slick finger was abruptly pressed inside him, only stopping for a moment before jamming into him again and again. Two fingers. Three. Fingers gracing his spot sent jolts through Steve´s body.
The fingers were replaced by something much thicker. Steve forced himself to relax and breathe as the cock pressed into to him, inch by inch until he couldn´t go any further. God, he was so full and so close.
“Please… Please… Fuck… I need… Please…” Steve begged and pushed back in desperate need to find the friction that would send him over the rim.
Chris slowly drew back only to slam in with a hard thrust and Steve hissed as the sting and pleasure that overtook his brain. A hand circled Steve´s cock and it he felt like he´d been electrified as the hand stroked him fiercely.
He was right there on the brink but Steve couldn´t push over. Chris leaned over Steve´s back, his other hand fastening itself in his hair and Steve was forced into a tongue battling kiss. Their tongues dancing in a slick dance as Christ pushed again and again inside Steve.
A twist of a hand and he was thrown into climax, the bliss overtaking him and he was thrusting, coming, shooting into the charged hand with a loud groan that Chris captured with his mouth. Shaken with the force of the climax, Steve fell to the floor as Chris backed away from him.
“Up,” Chris whispered as he pulled gently on Steve´s locks and Steve rose to his knees.
The fully erected cock was in front of him and Steve greedily opened his mouth and felt it medially push against the back of his throat. He swallowed around the head, earning a low growl from the man above. Working his tongue against the long vein he sucked hard and hummed around the filled flesh.
Chris threaded his fingers into the blond locks and face-fucked him. Steve let the cock slide in and out, doing his best to accommodate the large hardness. All of a sudden he was flying across the room, his chest hitting the wall. Behind him, Chris pulled Steve´s hips backwards on to this cock and filled his hole. Steve whimpered at the sudden intrusion but it didn´t hurt too much. A few hard and well aimed thrusts and Steve felt the body behind him stiffen before shaking. The cock inside him pulsed again and again and again as Chris emptied himself.
Panting hard, they laid on the floor, Chris on his back and Steve on his stomach. A lazy hand was drawing circles on Steve´s back. Chris rolled to his side, supporting his head with his hand. Feeling a sting as the palm ran over the redness on his back, Steve drew in a small breath at the pain and opened his eyes.
Chris smiled down at him. “Come on, let's get off the floor,” he told Steve softly. Chris led him to the master-bedroom. A King-sized bed up against the wall, a small desk in one corner and a guitar in a stand next to a small couch filled the room. Chris pointed to the bathroom and Steve opted for a quick shower.
“Lie on the bed,” Chris ordered when Steve reentered the room. Lying on his stomach, Steve gave a content sigh as Chris straddled him and started a soft massage on his back.
“You should have stopped me,” Chris said as he carefully pulled oiled hand over a particularly red bruise.
Steve chuckled. “I like it a bit rough, although this was a bit different.”
“Turn around,” Chris told him softly and applied the same treatment to his front. Steve set hands behind his back, smiling lazily. He watched as Chris concentrated on the task and enjoyed the treatment. Raising one hand, he pushed Chris´s hair behind his shoulder before running his finger down the long cheek. Chris gave him crooked smile in return.
Steve sat up, digging his fingers in the hair and kissing the soft lips, pulling the other man down with him. The need was back, his member hard, waiting to be taken care of. He felt Chris´s hardness against his own stomach and reached down, encircling it with his palm and fingers.
Growling into his mouth, Chris moved and slowly lowered himself onto Steve´s cock. Heat and softness surrounded him and Steve closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of Chris´s neck. “Fuck,” he breathed as his nerves shot electrons up his spine.
Softly he nibbled at the neck, kissing up the jugular, running his tongue along the jaw until his lips found the others. The kiss was soft and the tongues tested the waters. Chris rocked against him, sending a heated wave over Steve´s body as he growled into Steve´s mouth.
“So beautiful,” Steve mumbled, his hand moving over the shaft in its hand, making Chris tighten even further around him. A nipple was kissed and teased, muscles were mapped out with tongues and fingertips, sweat formed as their body rocked slowly.
Slowly they reached their climax, Steve pumping Chris´ hard flesh in his hand until it spouted, only for him to do the same as he couldn´t hold back against the firm softness surrounding his member.
Late in the after-bliss they settled under the sheets, sated and worn. Steve was on his stomach, resting his head on Chris´s arm, his hand possessively on Chris´s stomach. Chris lay on his back, his arm bending over Steve´s shoulder, the other protectively over Steve´s other hand.
-END
Author: ice_ziggee
Characters: CK/SC
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Beta: luc_darling. Thank you, hun.
Summary: Plot less porn.
A/N: It´s badfalcon birthday fic. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRL!!!!
Steve sat at the bar and sipped his beer. It was a slow night, one that frustrated him more than usual as the few people in the bar were there to drink and make noise and not here to enjoy the music. A few girls had come up to him after the show, hoping to spark his interest but he´d quickly pushed them away with silence and abruptness.
The door opened and Steve looked at the newcomer. The man sat at the other side of the bar and ordered a beer. Steve couldn´t help but notice the long wild hair, the leather vest that showed a carved, muscled chest and the leather bracelets on each arm. Around his neck hung a few leather strings, each with different charms, from silver carvings to blue stones. The newcomer had a strange presence to him, something unearthly and dangerous. People took a large circle around him as not to disturb him, like they could sense the energy radiating from the man. A tingle ran down Steve´s spine as the stranger 's blue eyes pierced him; it was like he was waiting for him but Steve knew he would have remembered if he´d ever seen him before.
Slowly he stood up and made his way to the stranger. Steve stood near him until he looked up and smiled. The smile completely lit up his face and his blue eyes shone with warmth and laughter. “You wanna take a seat?” The stranger asked.
“Yeah,” Steve replied and took the stool next to the man.
“I´m Chris,” the dark haired man introduced himself.
“Steve,” Steve said and shyly returned the smile. As Chris looked away, Steve noticed the braids in the other man´s hair, his fingers aching to touch them, to bury themselves in the dark strings, but Steve curled them around his beer instead.
“What are you doing in this place?” Steve asked.
Chris turned looking at him and Steve found himself getting lost in the blue eyes. “Just passing through. You?”
“Wrong time, wrong place.” Steve replied and took a sip of his beer.
“There is no such thing,” Chris said with a smirk.
“Really, what do you call it then?”
“Fate. Everything happens for a reason.”
Steve raised his eyebrow at that. “Don´t tell me you you´re going to give me the ‘you and I are destined to be together’-speech?” He blushed slightly as he realized how forward he´d been, it must be the beer. Chris didn´t seem to mind though as he chuckled at the word.
“No, I do it more like: ‘My bike´s outside. You wanna take a ride? ´” Chris´s deep voice sounded suggestive, his eyes tingling playfully.
Steve raised an eyebrow at the man and returned the smile. Goose bumps formed on his forearms and the fine hair stood straight up as the tone of voice sent a chill through his body. Steve downed the last few drops of his beer and set the bottle on the table. “Let's go, then,” he told him and locked his eyes with Chris´.
“Yeah, let's,” Chris replied and stood up from the bar.
Once ready, Chris led Steve outside to a black Harley, the moonlight brightened up the chrome and Steve smiled as Chris started the bike, giving it a little throttle so it roared in the silent night. Steve settled himself behind Chris, his arms curling around the man in front of him and he couldn´t help but press his palms against the naked skin under the vest. He could feel how the muscles flexed as Chris steered the bike toward the street and then they were flying through the darkness.
Chris´s home was… big. That was really the only word to describe it. There was a huge main room, with a perfectly equipped kitchen in one corner. Sofas, tables and chairs took up half of the room and large plasma TV on the wall. To the right, a hallway that lead to rooms on both sides.
Steve looked around before turning to the other man. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere in time?”
“What does that mean? Who are you?” Steve was really getting second thoughts about the whole thing, no matter how good looking the dude was.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
Chris looked at him for a few moments before smiling. “Alright.”
With a predatory smile, Chris walked up to Steve and set his hand on Steve´s chest. A blue orb glowed around the hand before Chris effortlessly pushed at the chest and sent Steve flying over 9 feet across the room with a bolt of lightning. His back slammed against the wall and all air left Steve´s lungs at the surprise collision. Chris slowly made his way over to him, his eyes never leaving Steve´s, fear and excitement rushed over Steve´s body and his jeans became uncomfortable tight as his cock jumped to life. The stranger gripped his shirt and in one pull, sent the buttons flying left and right. Fingers twisted a nipple as a rough tongue licked up the collarbone and bit hard down into the shoulder. Steve suppressed a growl of need as the pain heightened his arousal. Fuck.
“What are you?” Steve managed to ask.
“Some call me The Time Lord,” Chris whispered into his ear before nipping at the crook of Steve´s neck, “Others call me The Keeper of Time.” Chris ran his tongue up and down the length of the shoulder. “But I´m just Chris.” Steve growled and closed his eyes as Chris pressed his hand against Steve´s arousal, rubbing lightly through the jeans.
“You like that?” the dark haired man whispered.
“God, yesss,” Steve hissed and his head fell against the wall, his earlier question forgotten. Tongue and teeth mapped out his neck as the hands worked on unbuttoning his jeans and pushed the hand inside.
Chris kissed his way to Steve´s mouth and for the first time, their tongues met, wet and needy. Giving into his earning, Steve pushed his fingers into the dark strands, a small moan echoed and Steve wasn´t sure if it was from him or Chris.
A blue glowing hand was set on his chest and Steve found him flying across the room, crashing with the opposite wall. Chris came up behind him and pulled his shirt off before pressing hard against him and Steve growled into the wall as he felt the hardness press into his behind. Nails slowly raked down his back, the pain biting into his skin and Steve bit his lower lip to keep the moans and growls inside. He was so hard already, his cock throbbing and Steve knew he wouldn´t be able to hold back much longer.
Steve was thrown around the room, on to a couch, on a bear rug, into a chair; each time Chris followed the motion with his hands, tongue, body and heat, covering him and exploring him. Giving as much as he could, Steve battled with the man, biting, licking, scratching and pushing, earning heated groans and growls from the other man. Their clothes disappeared one article at a time and suddenly Steve was enveloped in heat as Chris took him in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Steve breathed and couldn´t take his eyes off lips that ran up and down his shaft in sync with waves that pushed him toward the climax.
Too soon, he found himself speeding through the room, his ass crushing against the kitchen island. Chris covered his body with his, taking both cocks into his hand and fiercely pumping with his hand. Steve sought out his mouth, drowning his own hisses along with Chris´s grunts in the kiss.
Roughly, Chris broke away and swiftly turned him around. Steve yelped as a slick finger was abruptly pressed inside him, only stopping for a moment before jamming into him again and again. Two fingers. Three. Fingers gracing his spot sent jolts through Steve´s body.
The fingers were replaced by something much thicker. Steve forced himself to relax and breathe as the cock pressed into to him, inch by inch until he couldn´t go any further. God, he was so full and so close.
“Please… Please… Fuck… I need… Please…” Steve begged and pushed back in desperate need to find the friction that would send him over the rim.
Chris slowly drew back only to slam in with a hard thrust and Steve hissed as the sting and pleasure that overtook his brain. A hand circled Steve´s cock and it he felt like he´d been electrified as the hand stroked him fiercely.
He was right there on the brink but Steve couldn´t push over. Chris leaned over Steve´s back, his other hand fastening itself in his hair and Steve was forced into a tongue battling kiss. Their tongues dancing in a slick dance as Christ pushed again and again inside Steve.
A twist of a hand and he was thrown into climax, the bliss overtaking him and he was thrusting, coming, shooting into the charged hand with a loud groan that Chris captured with his mouth. Shaken with the force of the climax, Steve fell to the floor as Chris backed away from him.
“Up,” Chris whispered as he pulled gently on Steve´s locks and Steve rose to his knees.
The fully erected cock was in front of him and Steve greedily opened his mouth and felt it medially push against the back of his throat. He swallowed around the head, earning a low growl from the man above. Working his tongue against the long vein he sucked hard and hummed around the filled flesh.
Chris threaded his fingers into the blond locks and face-fucked him. Steve let the cock slide in and out, doing his best to accommodate the large hardness. All of a sudden he was flying across the room, his chest hitting the wall. Behind him, Chris pulled Steve´s hips backwards on to this cock and filled his hole. Steve whimpered at the sudden intrusion but it didn´t hurt too much. A few hard and well aimed thrusts and Steve felt the body behind him stiffen before shaking. The cock inside him pulsed again and again and again as Chris emptied himself.
Panting hard, they laid on the floor, Chris on his back and Steve on his stomach. A lazy hand was drawing circles on Steve´s back. Chris rolled to his side, supporting his head with his hand. Feeling a sting as the palm ran over the redness on his back, Steve drew in a small breath at the pain and opened his eyes.
Chris smiled down at him. “Come on, let's get off the floor,” he told Steve softly. Chris led him to the master-bedroom. A King-sized bed up against the wall, a small desk in one corner and a guitar in a stand next to a small couch filled the room. Chris pointed to the bathroom and Steve opted for a quick shower.
“Lie on the bed,” Chris ordered when Steve reentered the room. Lying on his stomach, Steve gave a content sigh as Chris straddled him and started a soft massage on his back.
“You should have stopped me,” Chris said as he carefully pulled oiled hand over a particularly red bruise.
Steve chuckled. “I like it a bit rough, although this was a bit different.”
“Turn around,” Chris told him softly and applied the same treatment to his front. Steve set hands behind his back, smiling lazily. He watched as Chris concentrated on the task and enjoyed the treatment. Raising one hand, he pushed Chris´s hair behind his shoulder before running his finger down the long cheek. Chris gave him crooked smile in return.
Steve sat up, digging his fingers in the hair and kissing the soft lips, pulling the other man down with him. The need was back, his member hard, waiting to be taken care of. He felt Chris´s hardness against his own stomach and reached down, encircling it with his palm and fingers.
Growling into his mouth, Chris moved and slowly lowered himself onto Steve´s cock. Heat and softness surrounded him and Steve closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of Chris´s neck. “Fuck,” he breathed as his nerves shot electrons up his spine.
Softly he nibbled at the neck, kissing up the jugular, running his tongue along the jaw until his lips found the others. The kiss was soft and the tongues tested the waters. Chris rocked against him, sending a heated wave over Steve´s body as he growled into Steve´s mouth.
“So beautiful,” Steve mumbled, his hand moving over the shaft in its hand, making Chris tighten even further around him. A nipple was kissed and teased, muscles were mapped out with tongues and fingertips, sweat formed as their body rocked slowly.
Slowly they reached their climax, Steve pumping Chris´ hard flesh in his hand until it spouted, only for him to do the same as he couldn´t hold back against the firm softness surrounding his member.
Late in the after-bliss they settled under the sheets, sated and worn. Steve was on his stomach, resting his head on Chris´s arm, his hand possessively on Chris´s stomach. Chris lay on his back, his arm bending over Steve´s shoulder, the other protectively over Steve´s other hand.
-END