"The Calm Before The Storm", Chris/Maxxie, NC-17
Title: The Calm Before The Storm
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Chris/Maxxie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chris needs shelter, not to mention dry clothes, during a storm. Maxxie is happy to help, and Chris shows his appreciation in a slightly unexpected way.
A/N: For ohwowlovely who requested Chris/anyone, with a storm or rain.
Chris swore loudly, ignoring the disapproving look he received from an old lady passing him on the street. He pulled his hood further over his head - though it was soaked through already - and hurried along, trying to ignore the way his cold, wet trousers slapped around his ankles. He glanced around. Whose house was he closest to? It was hard to tell, it was so dark. He took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, pointing it at what he thought was a street sign. He turned out to be right, and the sign was lit up, telling him where he was.
* * *
Maxxie ran down the stairs. "All right, all right," he muttered crossly as the doorbell sounded over and over.
He grabbed the key and unlocked the door, flinging it open to reveal a drowned rat.
"Er," said Maxxie, squinting at it.
"It's Chris, you idiot," said the drowned rat, rolling his eyes and stepping inside, soaking the doormat as he did so.
"Oh," said Maxxie. "Hi. You're wet."
Chris looked up and blinked at him. "Really?" he said, stamping his feet and scraping them along the doormat before pushing past into the hallway. "It's fucking pissing it down out there, I needed shelter."
"Oh," said Maxxie again, nodding.
"Would you shut the door? I'm going to freeze."
Maxxie remembered how to move, and did as he was told. He turned back around and saw that Chris was kicking off his dirty shoes and pulling his hoodie over his head. There were many times that Maxxie had fantasised about having Chris undress in his house, but this was not going in quite the same way as those. He tilted his head to one side.
"I think it's like a fucking storm or something," Chris muttered, yanking off his t-shirt - which had become transparent from the water - and tossing it onto the carpet.
Maxxie blinked. He wondered if perhaps he should look away, but then he remembered that he was a teenage boy and the person he'd fancied for just about forever was undressing right in front of him, and he'd be damned if he was going to miss this opportunity. He went ahead and stared. Chris's chest glistened. Water dripped off his nipples. Muscles moved and rippled as he ran his fingers through his hair. More water droplets were sent trickling down his smooth back.
It was wonderful.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Chris chuckled, turning to look Maxxie in the eye as he balanced on one leg to peel off a sock.
"Whuh?" said Maxxie - or something along those lines - and blinked a few times. Chris threw his socks on top of the dripping pile on the carpet, and began to unbuckle his belt. Maxxie decided to at least make it appear as though he wasn't staring, and he leaned against the banister in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, still gazing at Chris.
Chris unzipped his trousers and climbed out of them. "Aw, fuck," he said. "Even my boxers are soaked."
Maxxie's eyebrows flew up into his hairline. "What?"
"Can I borrow some clothes, mate?" Chris asked. "Including boxers, 'cause there's no way I'm sitting around in these waiting for them to dry off."
"Sure," Maxxie gulped, heading up the stairs. "Can you grab those?" he asked, gesturing to the clothes. "We'll put them on the radiator."
They did, sort of throwing them over it and leaving them there for a couple of minutes until Chris realised it wasn't on. "What're you doing not having the radiator on when the weather's like this?" he asked, getting down on his hands and knees to twiddle the knob and giving Maxxie a rather distracting view of his arse. Twiddling the knob, thought Maxxie. Jesus.
Maxxie made himself turn around. He grabbed some clothes for Chris and tossed them onto the bed, and then sat down.
"Great. Thanks," said Chris, and Maxxie attempted to turn away. He couldn't help looking out of the corner of his eye though, and he saw Chris peeling off the wet boxers and putting on the dry ones, slowly. He hoped Chris hadn't realised he was watching, but he didn't think Chris was the sort of guy who would care that much anyway. He wished he could turn his head properly because he wasn't getting that much of a good view, and then he suddenly wished he hadn't started watching at all. He was getting hard. Shit.
"What, do you want a striptease?" Chris teased, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?"
Chris sighed, snapping the waistband of the boxers and picking up a pair of Maxxie's jeans. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "You just seemed to be enjoying the show, that's all."
Maxxie swallowed. "Er," he said. "What? No, I wasn't, I was just..."
He wondered if there was surrepticious way to grab a cushion and cover his crotch with it. It seemed unlikely, so he just went ahead and did it anyway. Chris just grinned at him.
"Are you hard?" he cried, reaching out and grabbing the cushion.
Maxxie grabbed it too, holding it firmly in place and trying very hard not to look at Chris's fly, which was open and revealing a nice little triangle of the clean white boxers.
"You are!" Chris exclaimed gleefully. "Wow, Maxxie, has it really been that long since you've had a naked guy in your room?"
Maxxie glared at him. It wasn't quite that simple. Chris was right - it'd been months, and the only company Maxxie'd had lately was his hand and a few trusty videos on his computer - but there was more to it than that. Chris wasn't just any naked guy. He was...well, he was Chris.
"I guess it must've been," Chris chuckled, and then, while Maxxie was busy listening to him and had loosened his grip on the cushion, he whipped it away.
"You wanker!" Maxxie cried, covering the obvious tent in his trousers with his hands.
Chris just laughed at him and pried his hands apart.
"What are you doing?" Maxxie asked nervously as Chris started fumbling with the fastenings on Maxxie's trousers.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" retorted Chris, getting the trousers undone and tugging them down Maxxie's legs.
Maxxie pinched his arm, hard. It hurt.
He did it again. It still hurt.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Er," said Maxxie sheepishly, "I was...well, seeing if I was dreaming."
Chris burst out laughing again. He shook his head, pulling Maxxie's jeans off fully and tossing them aside. He moved his hands towards the waistband of Maxxie's boxers, but Maxxie stopped him.
"Chris - really - not that I'm complaining, but what's going on?"
"Don't you want me to?" Chris asked, looking puzzled.
"Well, I..." Maxxie began, and then stopped. This didn't make any sense. "Of course I want you to. I just...why do you want to?"
"Maxxie," said Chris, as though he hadn't been listening at all. "Do you fancy me?"
Maxxie blinked at him. "What? I - you're the one undressing me!"
"You do, don't you?" Chris asked, tilting his head to the side.
Maxxie sighed. May as well give in now, he thought. "Since Year Seven," he mumbled.
Chris grinned triumphantly. "Cool," he said, and made a grab for Maxxie's boxers again.
Maxxie wondered if he should use his 'I'm not a hobby' line again, but it didn't seem to apply quite as well here. Chris certainly didn't seem to be treating the situation in quite the same way as Tony had, although he was definitely being just as forceful and persuasive about the whole thing. But did he really want this? And, let's face it, thought Maxxie - does it really matter?
"C'mon then," Chris said, yanking at Maxxie's boxers. "Let's take care of this."
Maxxie blushed as his cock was revealed. Chris'd seen it before, of course, quite a few times, but never like this. Chris just got down on his knees, not even giving it a second look before spitting in his hand and wrapping his fingers around it.
"Oh-" Maxxie gasped, bucking his hips up automatically. Chris's palm was warm and strong around his cock.
"Mm-hm," Chris murmured, tightening his fist and bringing it up and down, slick and hot. Maxxie gasped again, and at that moment, the room was flooded with bright light for about a second.
"Lightning," Maxxie muttered. Chris reached out and switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He twisted his hand, sliding it up and down quicker, and Maxxie bit down hard on his lip. He couldn't believe Chris was doing this. The amount of times he'd wanked off imagining it was Chris's hand...and now it really was.
Suddenly, thunder clapped, and Maxxie's body jerked in surprise.
"Count," Chris whispered.
"What?"
"Count how far away the storm is," Chris explained. He nudged Maxxie's legs further apart, reaching back to brush the fingers of his spare hand across Maxxie's balls.
"Oh, fuck," Maxxie hissed, lifting himself higher off the bed to give Chris better access. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness a little, but he could barely even see Chris in front of him. It was almost as though by getting rid of one of his senses, the others became hyper-aware. Every movement of Chris's hands seemed intensified.
The room flashed bright again.
"One..." Maxxie breathed, and Chris stroked his thumb over the head of Maxxie's cock. He'd never felt so sensitive to someone's touch before. He groaned. Every time Chris moved his head, a few freezing cold droplets of water dripped onto his hot thighs, and the combination was almost too much to bear.
"Keep counting," Chris urged him.
"Two," Maxxie did as he was told, but it was hard to concentrate. "Three."
Chris touched the very tip of Maxxie's cock lightly with his thumb before returning his whole hand to the shaft, wrapping it around tightly.
"Four," Maxxie spluttered. "F-five, oh fuck..."
He glanced down between his legs but he still couldn't make out anything besides the fuzzy shape of Chris's body. Fingers teased his balls again and he sucked in a deep breath.
"S...ix..." he breathed out, making the letter 's' last about four times longer than it was supposed to. He groaned. "Seven. Ei...eight..."
Chris was stroking him faster and faster now, his thumb still occasionally brushing the head of his cock.
"Fuck. Fuck. I mean, oh - nine - oh God," Maxxie choked out, gripping the duvet tightly in his hands as he raised his hips off the bed slightly, thrusting into Chris's fist. "Ten. Eleven."
He was thankful Chris was only asking him to count and not recite his bloody times tables or anything, but it was still incredibly difficult. He hoped the lightning would come soon. The hand that had been fondling his balls suddenly disappeared for a moment, then snaked further between his legs.
"T-twelve. Thir...oh fuck, Chris, thirteen. Fourteen..."
A slick finger was circling his arsehole, and Maxxie threw back his head, giving up on trying to see altogether. This wasn't a dream. He still couldn't quite believe it, but everything felt so real and so good, and he just managed to splutter out the word 'fifteen' when there was a loud rumble of thunder, and Chris's finger slid inside him.
"Oh - fuck - Chris," Maxxie gasped, feeling the finger push inside him, and he clenched around it, groaning. He lay back, spreading his legs wide as they hung off the edge of the bed, and lifted his hips. Chris's hand still worked on his cock, rough strong strokes up and down, not letting up.
"How far away?" Chris asked, and his voice sounded pretty far away to Maxxie. He struggled to make sense of some thoughts in his mind.
"Fifteen - oh..." Maxxie panted. Shit, he thought, times tables. "Three times - times five. Five miles. It's five miles away - oh fuck, Chris."
Chris's finger was thrusting quickly in and out of him and he could tell he was getting closer. His spine tingled. His hips seemed to be moving of their own accord. He could hear the slick sound of Chris's hand against his cock, and the sound of the rain pattering loudly on the roof and against the window outside.
"C'mon," Chris murmured. Maxxie gulped, teetering on the brink of orgasm as Chris fisted his cock, fucking him with his finger. His breaths grew short and ragged, and he knew it was any minute now - if Chris just kept that perfect rhythm going -
Lightning flashed again, illuminating Maxxie's body as it tensed and relaxed several times over, illuminating Chris's hand slowing as streams of come spurted over it.
"Oh, God," Maxxie choked out, his whole body going limp as he flung his arms out on either side of him. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of Chris moving about the room and tissues being pulled from a tissue box, and then he saw the dim shape of Chris crawling onto the bed to lie next to him.
"Ten, eleven," Chris was muttering. "Twelve-" Thunder clapped. "Four miles away, now," Chris said offhandedly. "Was that good?"
Maxxie turned to him. "That was-" he swallowed. "Yes. That was very, very good. So good I'm regretting stopping Tony in Russia when I did."
Chris laughed softly. In the darkness, Maxxie could only just make out his features.
"Now," Chris said, "do you think you could give me a hand with this?"
He reached for Maxxie's hand and placed it over his crotch, where Maxxie felt an unmistakeable erection.
"You're hard?"
"Of course I fucking am," Chris laughed. "Did you hear the noises you were making?"
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Chris/Maxxie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Chris needs shelter, not to mention dry clothes, during a storm. Maxxie is happy to help, and Chris shows his appreciation in a slightly unexpected way.
A/N: For ohwowlovely who requested Chris/anyone, with a storm or rain.
Chris swore loudly, ignoring the disapproving look he received from an old lady passing him on the street. He pulled his hood further over his head - though it was soaked through already - and hurried along, trying to ignore the way his cold, wet trousers slapped around his ankles. He glanced around. Whose house was he closest to? It was hard to tell, it was so dark. He took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, pointing it at what he thought was a street sign. He turned out to be right, and the sign was lit up, telling him where he was.
* * *
Maxxie ran down the stairs. "All right, all right," he muttered crossly as the doorbell sounded over and over.
He grabbed the key and unlocked the door, flinging it open to reveal a drowned rat.
"Er," said Maxxie, squinting at it.
"It's Chris, you idiot," said the drowned rat, rolling his eyes and stepping inside, soaking the doormat as he did so.
"Oh," said Maxxie. "Hi. You're wet."
Chris looked up and blinked at him. "Really?" he said, stamping his feet and scraping them along the doormat before pushing past into the hallway. "It's fucking pissing it down out there, I needed shelter."
"Oh," said Maxxie again, nodding.
"Would you shut the door? I'm going to freeze."
Maxxie remembered how to move, and did as he was told. He turned back around and saw that Chris was kicking off his dirty shoes and pulling his hoodie over his head. There were many times that Maxxie had fantasised about having Chris undress in his house, but this was not going in quite the same way as those. He tilted his head to one side.
"I think it's like a fucking storm or something," Chris muttered, yanking off his t-shirt - which had become transparent from the water - and tossing it onto the carpet.
Maxxie blinked. He wondered if perhaps he should look away, but then he remembered that he was a teenage boy and the person he'd fancied for just about forever was undressing right in front of him, and he'd be damned if he was going to miss this opportunity. He went ahead and stared. Chris's chest glistened. Water dripped off his nipples. Muscles moved and rippled as he ran his fingers through his hair. More water droplets were sent trickling down his smooth back.
It was wonderful.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Chris chuckled, turning to look Maxxie in the eye as he balanced on one leg to peel off a sock.
"Whuh?" said Maxxie - or something along those lines - and blinked a few times. Chris threw his socks on top of the dripping pile on the carpet, and began to unbuckle his belt. Maxxie decided to at least make it appear as though he wasn't staring, and he leaned against the banister in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, still gazing at Chris.
Chris unzipped his trousers and climbed out of them. "Aw, fuck," he said. "Even my boxers are soaked."
Maxxie's eyebrows flew up into his hairline. "What?"
"Can I borrow some clothes, mate?" Chris asked. "Including boxers, 'cause there's no way I'm sitting around in these waiting for them to dry off."
"Sure," Maxxie gulped, heading up the stairs. "Can you grab those?" he asked, gesturing to the clothes. "We'll put them on the radiator."
They did, sort of throwing them over it and leaving them there for a couple of minutes until Chris realised it wasn't on. "What're you doing not having the radiator on when the weather's like this?" he asked, getting down on his hands and knees to twiddle the knob and giving Maxxie a rather distracting view of his arse. Twiddling the knob, thought Maxxie. Jesus.
Maxxie made himself turn around. He grabbed some clothes for Chris and tossed them onto the bed, and then sat down.
"Great. Thanks," said Chris, and Maxxie attempted to turn away. He couldn't help looking out of the corner of his eye though, and he saw Chris peeling off the wet boxers and putting on the dry ones, slowly. He hoped Chris hadn't realised he was watching, but he didn't think Chris was the sort of guy who would care that much anyway. He wished he could turn his head properly because he wasn't getting that much of a good view, and then he suddenly wished he hadn't started watching at all. He was getting hard. Shit.
"What, do you want a striptease?" Chris teased, interrupting his thoughts.
"What?"
Chris sighed, snapping the waistband of the boxers and picking up a pair of Maxxie's jeans. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "You just seemed to be enjoying the show, that's all."
Maxxie swallowed. "Er," he said. "What? No, I wasn't, I was just..."
He wondered if there was surrepticious way to grab a cushion and cover his crotch with it. It seemed unlikely, so he just went ahead and did it anyway. Chris just grinned at him.
"Are you hard?" he cried, reaching out and grabbing the cushion.
Maxxie grabbed it too, holding it firmly in place and trying very hard not to look at Chris's fly, which was open and revealing a nice little triangle of the clean white boxers.
"You are!" Chris exclaimed gleefully. "Wow, Maxxie, has it really been that long since you've had a naked guy in your room?"
Maxxie glared at him. It wasn't quite that simple. Chris was right - it'd been months, and the only company Maxxie'd had lately was his hand and a few trusty videos on his computer - but there was more to it than that. Chris wasn't just any naked guy. He was...well, he was Chris.
"I guess it must've been," Chris chuckled, and then, while Maxxie was busy listening to him and had loosened his grip on the cushion, he whipped it away.
"You wanker!" Maxxie cried, covering the obvious tent in his trousers with his hands.
Chris just laughed at him and pried his hands apart.
"What are you doing?" Maxxie asked nervously as Chris started fumbling with the fastenings on Maxxie's trousers.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" retorted Chris, getting the trousers undone and tugging them down Maxxie's legs.
Maxxie pinched his arm, hard. It hurt.
He did it again. It still hurt.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Er," said Maxxie sheepishly, "I was...well, seeing if I was dreaming."
Chris burst out laughing again. He shook his head, pulling Maxxie's jeans off fully and tossing them aside. He moved his hands towards the waistband of Maxxie's boxers, but Maxxie stopped him.
"Chris - really - not that I'm complaining, but what's going on?"
"Don't you want me to?" Chris asked, looking puzzled.
"Well, I..." Maxxie began, and then stopped. This didn't make any sense. "Of course I want you to. I just...why do you want to?"
"Maxxie," said Chris, as though he hadn't been listening at all. "Do you fancy me?"
Maxxie blinked at him. "What? I - you're the one undressing me!"
"You do, don't you?" Chris asked, tilting his head to the side.
Maxxie sighed. May as well give in now, he thought. "Since Year Seven," he mumbled.
Chris grinned triumphantly. "Cool," he said, and made a grab for Maxxie's boxers again.
Maxxie wondered if he should use his 'I'm not a hobby' line again, but it didn't seem to apply quite as well here. Chris certainly didn't seem to be treating the situation in quite the same way as Tony had, although he was definitely being just as forceful and persuasive about the whole thing. But did he really want this? And, let's face it, thought Maxxie - does it really matter?
"C'mon then," Chris said, yanking at Maxxie's boxers. "Let's take care of this."
Maxxie blushed as his cock was revealed. Chris'd seen it before, of course, quite a few times, but never like this. Chris just got down on his knees, not even giving it a second look before spitting in his hand and wrapping his fingers around it.
"Oh-" Maxxie gasped, bucking his hips up automatically. Chris's palm was warm and strong around his cock.
"Mm-hm," Chris murmured, tightening his fist and bringing it up and down, slick and hot. Maxxie gasped again, and at that moment, the room was flooded with bright light for about a second.
"Lightning," Maxxie muttered. Chris reached out and switched off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He twisted his hand, sliding it up and down quicker, and Maxxie bit down hard on his lip. He couldn't believe Chris was doing this. The amount of times he'd wanked off imagining it was Chris's hand...and now it really was.
Suddenly, thunder clapped, and Maxxie's body jerked in surprise.
"Count," Chris whispered.
"What?"
"Count how far away the storm is," Chris explained. He nudged Maxxie's legs further apart, reaching back to brush the fingers of his spare hand across Maxxie's balls.
"Oh, fuck," Maxxie hissed, lifting himself higher off the bed to give Chris better access. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness a little, but he could barely even see Chris in front of him. It was almost as though by getting rid of one of his senses, the others became hyper-aware. Every movement of Chris's hands seemed intensified.
The room flashed bright again.
"One..." Maxxie breathed, and Chris stroked his thumb over the head of Maxxie's cock. He'd never felt so sensitive to someone's touch before. He groaned. Every time Chris moved his head, a few freezing cold droplets of water dripped onto his hot thighs, and the combination was almost too much to bear.
"Keep counting," Chris urged him.
"Two," Maxxie did as he was told, but it was hard to concentrate. "Three."
Chris touched the very tip of Maxxie's cock lightly with his thumb before returning his whole hand to the shaft, wrapping it around tightly.
"Four," Maxxie spluttered. "F-five, oh fuck..."
He glanced down between his legs but he still couldn't make out anything besides the fuzzy shape of Chris's body. Fingers teased his balls again and he sucked in a deep breath.
"S...ix..." he breathed out, making the letter 's' last about four times longer than it was supposed to. He groaned. "Seven. Ei...eight..."
Chris was stroking him faster and faster now, his thumb still occasionally brushing the head of his cock.
"Fuck. Fuck. I mean, oh - nine - oh God," Maxxie choked out, gripping the duvet tightly in his hands as he raised his hips off the bed slightly, thrusting into Chris's fist. "Ten. Eleven."
He was thankful Chris was only asking him to count and not recite his bloody times tables or anything, but it was still incredibly difficult. He hoped the lightning would come soon. The hand that had been fondling his balls suddenly disappeared for a moment, then snaked further between his legs.
"T-twelve. Thir...oh fuck, Chris, thirteen. Fourteen..."
A slick finger was circling his arsehole, and Maxxie threw back his head, giving up on trying to see altogether. This wasn't a dream. He still couldn't quite believe it, but everything felt so real and so good, and he just managed to splutter out the word 'fifteen' when there was a loud rumble of thunder, and Chris's finger slid inside him.
"Oh - fuck - Chris," Maxxie gasped, feeling the finger push inside him, and he clenched around it, groaning. He lay back, spreading his legs wide as they hung off the edge of the bed, and lifted his hips. Chris's hand still worked on his cock, rough strong strokes up and down, not letting up.
"How far away?" Chris asked, and his voice sounded pretty far away to Maxxie. He struggled to make sense of some thoughts in his mind.
"Fifteen - oh..." Maxxie panted. Shit, he thought, times tables. "Three times - times five. Five miles. It's five miles away - oh fuck, Chris."
Chris's finger was thrusting quickly in and out of him and he could tell he was getting closer. His spine tingled. His hips seemed to be moving of their own accord. He could hear the slick sound of Chris's hand against his cock, and the sound of the rain pattering loudly on the roof and against the window outside.
"C'mon," Chris murmured. Maxxie gulped, teetering on the brink of orgasm as Chris fisted his cock, fucking him with his finger. His breaths grew short and ragged, and he knew it was any minute now - if Chris just kept that perfect rhythm going -
Lightning flashed again, illuminating Maxxie's body as it tensed and relaxed several times over, illuminating Chris's hand slowing as streams of come spurted over it.
"Oh, God," Maxxie choked out, his whole body going limp as he flung his arms out on either side of him. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of Chris moving about the room and tissues being pulled from a tissue box, and then he saw the dim shape of Chris crawling onto the bed to lie next to him.
"Ten, eleven," Chris was muttering. "Twelve-" Thunder clapped. "Four miles away, now," Chris said offhandedly. "Was that good?"
Maxxie turned to him. "That was-" he swallowed. "Yes. That was very, very good. So good I'm regretting stopping Tony in Russia when I did."
Chris laughed softly. In the darkness, Maxxie could only just make out his features.
"Now," Chris said, "do you think you could give me a hand with this?"
He reached for Maxxie's hand and placed it over his crotch, where Maxxie felt an unmistakeable erection.
"You're hard?"
"Of course I fucking am," Chris laughed. "Did you hear the noises you were making?"