Alternate
Title: Alternate
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff
Warning: Sexual Content, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Note: Adapted from "Bridge-Way Childrens' Home" by twixfix.
Dedication: katesp. Duh, she knows why.
Summary: [Standalone]
Being overly-cautious has it's drawbacks.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
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Alternate
It started because you said something nice. You can't actually remember what it is that you said; you rarely think about your words-before or after you say them-so this time was no different. Except for the fact that after you'd said it, the two of you got sort of quiet and a little bashful and even had a sort of lovey-dovey vibe floating about. For all of ten seconds. Then you kissed; chaste and soft. That lasted for about another five seconds. Then Chuck got a little touchy-feely and you weren't about to object to such behavior. It's not as though it was rare or anything, but it was definitely not something that happens every day.
Some things happen even less often than that, though. Like your saying something so nice. The two of you weren't the kind to generally get so cutesy. Maybe a little bit when it came to special occasions-but never like you had at this time. Never out of the blue, for no reason. That's probably why he was all over you now. That's another one of those rare things. Sure, the two of you don't have one of those relationships where you're cute together all the time-but you're also not in one of those relationships where the roles are so definitely defined. Sure, usually, he's the submissive while you have a bit more control and if your relationship was compared to a heterosexual outlook, you'd be the man and he'd be the girl-but you're not the kind to be overly-dominant or anything. Then again, neither is he. He usually never takes control. He seems to like you-and to this opinion, you've got to admit that you agree-in the more dominant of the two roles.
All of that aside, that is definitely not the case now. Not now, while you're pressing yourself further back into the incredibly soft, plush sofa in the family room of your home while your parents are out driving your grandmother around. Or, something to that affect. The second you heard your father tell you that they'd be out until an undisclosed time of the evening, your mind had taken a speed ticket to the inner-depths of itself where only a few things made themselves worth thinking about. The top three (and probably the only) thoughts consisting of Chuck, masturbation and then sex. In that order. No matter what order they usually appear in the inner-depths of your mind, right now the only two of those thoughts you're thinking about are Chuck and sex. In that order.
You smirk as a small sound escapes from his mouth and you feel sort of proud that you know you caused the sound. You're not worried about being considered cocky, either; you are quite aware that it was your hand squeezing his side and your thumb prodding the side of his rib that caused him to emit that noise. He knew you knew it, too. That's why he got rid of the smirk the best way he could figure how; by sticking his tongue past your lips and leaving you with not much else more to do than wrap your mouth around his own and use your tongue as a depressor to his.
His hands run over your sides as yours do his and your mind is flooding with thoughts, though you can't comprehend many of them; they move far too fast and you can barely bring yourself to concentrate on much else besides that mouth of his working its dainty way over yours-Oh, and that hand of his that just did something particularly nice to your thigh. You have no real idea if that move was planned or if it just happened when he moved and whether or not he even realized it'd do such a thing to your senses but either way, his hand did just do that move again and you are noticing the excitement rising in your stomach.
Chuck shifted again and his hand did that wonderful thing to your thigh again and you're almost absolutely certain that he knows he's doing it by now. He moved and sat over your legs, his weight tugging the fabric of your pants tighter and you roll your eyes up and gape at feeling the sensation. You can feel his smirk against your chin as he moves down to your neck and sucks at a place below your ear that he does because he knows it drives you crazy. It's sort of a treat, too, he doesn't always do it. Only sometimes. Vaguely, as you pull off his shirt, you wonder why he doesn't do it more often.
And that's when a very loud sound that you knew he hadn't made and you knew it hadn't come from you made it's way to your ears. You closed your eyes tighter and tried to will the noise away, wanting only to focus on that tongue on your neck doing that wonderful thing it was doing when the noise only seemed to become more persistent. Then you realized almost all at once that it was the house phone next to the couch screeching into your ear as you tried desperately to focus on Chuck's mouth doing that magnificent thing-He stopped. How rude. That's when you notice that he's only pulled his mouth away from your neck in order to lift your shirt over your head and you're suddenly willing to look past his lack of attention to your neck.
Your shirt hit the ground and his mouth went back to your neck, a lower place this time, and the phone rang into your ear again. You hated that phone; such a bothersome contraption. Then again, it did have it's purposes. This could be the one time that you answer the phone and it's actually your mother calling to tell you that your Grandmother didn't need to be taken to the shops and that she and your father would be home shortly, thereby saving all of you a very awkward moment.
"S-stop. Stop," you breathed out and nudged him back. He sat up looking quite astonished and hurt and his chest heaving. You stalled for a moment at seeing him like that, wanting very much to just grope him right there but the telephone and it's evil, shrill ring seemed to have other plans. It snaps you from your admiring and you remember the hurt expression on his face. "My mom," you said, it coming out as a pant, funnily enough you didn't know you were any bit short of air; "It might be my mom."
Nodding, he sat back on your legs, tightening the fabric further and increasing your awareness of just how hot and bothered you've become. You reach to the phone and bring it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You've still got a slight pant to your voice.
"Hi, is Pierre there?"
"Patrick?" It was a question of complete amazement as you wonder to yourself why on earth you had to answer the phone for this. Granted he is a close friend but at the moment the only friend you'd like to be concerned with is sitting on your lap. Speaking of which, Chuck might have been willing to pause his actions for your mother's call but the moment Patrick's name left your lips, he rolled his eyes and went to town on your neck and below your ear again. Boy, did you love what he did with his tongue.
That's when you realize that you know that move. He doesn't suck below your ear like that all too frequently but when he does, it always means that he's planning to go down on you. Always. The thought excites you even more than you already are and you suddenly become very anxious at the sure thing to come. And then you hear a sound that isn't coming from you or Chuck but that is coming from the phone still in your hand, Patrick still on the other end while Chuck is still making his merry little way down your chest. You gasp and he giggles when he nips at your nipple.
Patrick's small speech which you haven't heard a word of since Chuck decided that your friend wasn't nearly as important as he was faltered. You figure that he probably heard Chuck's giggle.
"Pierre?"
"Pat," you glanced down at the boy kissing your chest, "can I call you back?" Your eyes widened as Chuck moved himself off of your legs and down to his knees before you.
"But I need to talk to you about Sebas-"
His hands gripped and unfastened the button of your fly and your mouth gaped open. "Pat, I really can't talk right now. I swear, I'll call you ba-ack!" And you hung up the phone and yelped at the feeling of Chuck licking the skin and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the area below your bellybutton and just above your waistband. You jumped from your spot, dropped the phone and felt yourself quickly being pushed onto your back, Chuck crawling right over you as you lay back on the couch.
Something about the entire situation the two of you are in is somewhat off. If your parents were to walk in, they'd probably say that the off-factor would be that Chuck was, in fact, male, but that's not at all what you felt was so off. What was off was the fact that you were the one looking up at him and had no control over the situation. And what's more was that you didn't mind. At this point, you were completely fine lying on your back, playing the submissive role.
So, you smiled and put your hand to the back of his head and pulled it down to kiss him. He seemed a bit surprised from the action but less shy about it than that moment earlier when you'd made that unexpected nice comment and he soon played along, kissing you back. Your hands held onto his sides and you felt his skin on the pads of your fingers and you almost felt that you'd rather him stay up kissing your lips rather than moving away. You wanted to keep things as they were, plain, simple and sweet.
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff
Warning: Sexual Content, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Note: Adapted from "Bridge-Way Childrens' Home" by twixfix.
Dedication: katesp. Duh, she knows why.
Summary: [Standalone]
Being overly-cautious has it's drawbacks.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of Simple Plan.
I only suspect and wish that this is true.
-
Alternate
It started because you said something nice. You can't actually remember what it is that you said; you rarely think about your words-before or after you say them-so this time was no different. Except for the fact that after you'd said it, the two of you got sort of quiet and a little bashful and even had a sort of lovey-dovey vibe floating about. For all of ten seconds. Then you kissed; chaste and soft. That lasted for about another five seconds. Then Chuck got a little touchy-feely and you weren't about to object to such behavior. It's not as though it was rare or anything, but it was definitely not something that happens every day.
Some things happen even less often than that, though. Like your saying something so nice. The two of you weren't the kind to generally get so cutesy. Maybe a little bit when it came to special occasions-but never like you had at this time. Never out of the blue, for no reason. That's probably why he was all over you now. That's another one of those rare things. Sure, the two of you don't have one of those relationships where you're cute together all the time-but you're also not in one of those relationships where the roles are so definitely defined. Sure, usually, he's the submissive while you have a bit more control and if your relationship was compared to a heterosexual outlook, you'd be the man and he'd be the girl-but you're not the kind to be overly-dominant or anything. Then again, neither is he. He usually never takes control. He seems to like you-and to this opinion, you've got to admit that you agree-in the more dominant of the two roles.
All of that aside, that is definitely not the case now. Not now, while you're pressing yourself further back into the incredibly soft, plush sofa in the family room of your home while your parents are out driving your grandmother around. Or, something to that affect. The second you heard your father tell you that they'd be out until an undisclosed time of the evening, your mind had taken a speed ticket to the inner-depths of itself where only a few things made themselves worth thinking about. The top three (and probably the only) thoughts consisting of Chuck, masturbation and then sex. In that order. No matter what order they usually appear in the inner-depths of your mind, right now the only two of those thoughts you're thinking about are Chuck and sex. In that order.
You smirk as a small sound escapes from his mouth and you feel sort of proud that you know you caused the sound. You're not worried about being considered cocky, either; you are quite aware that it was your hand squeezing his side and your thumb prodding the side of his rib that caused him to emit that noise. He knew you knew it, too. That's why he got rid of the smirk the best way he could figure how; by sticking his tongue past your lips and leaving you with not much else more to do than wrap your mouth around his own and use your tongue as a depressor to his.
His hands run over your sides as yours do his and your mind is flooding with thoughts, though you can't comprehend many of them; they move far too fast and you can barely bring yourself to concentrate on much else besides that mouth of his working its dainty way over yours-Oh, and that hand of his that just did something particularly nice to your thigh. You have no real idea if that move was planned or if it just happened when he moved and whether or not he even realized it'd do such a thing to your senses but either way, his hand did just do that move again and you are noticing the excitement rising in your stomach.
Chuck shifted again and his hand did that wonderful thing to your thigh again and you're almost absolutely certain that he knows he's doing it by now. He moved and sat over your legs, his weight tugging the fabric of your pants tighter and you roll your eyes up and gape at feeling the sensation. You can feel his smirk against your chin as he moves down to your neck and sucks at a place below your ear that he does because he knows it drives you crazy. It's sort of a treat, too, he doesn't always do it. Only sometimes. Vaguely, as you pull off his shirt, you wonder why he doesn't do it more often.
And that's when a very loud sound that you knew he hadn't made and you knew it hadn't come from you made it's way to your ears. You closed your eyes tighter and tried to will the noise away, wanting only to focus on that tongue on your neck doing that wonderful thing it was doing when the noise only seemed to become more persistent. Then you realized almost all at once that it was the house phone next to the couch screeching into your ear as you tried desperately to focus on Chuck's mouth doing that magnificent thing-He stopped. How rude. That's when you notice that he's only pulled his mouth away from your neck in order to lift your shirt over your head and you're suddenly willing to look past his lack of attention to your neck.
Your shirt hit the ground and his mouth went back to your neck, a lower place this time, and the phone rang into your ear again. You hated that phone; such a bothersome contraption. Then again, it did have it's purposes. This could be the one time that you answer the phone and it's actually your mother calling to tell you that your Grandmother didn't need to be taken to the shops and that she and your father would be home shortly, thereby saving all of you a very awkward moment.
"S-stop. Stop," you breathed out and nudged him back. He sat up looking quite astonished and hurt and his chest heaving. You stalled for a moment at seeing him like that, wanting very much to just grope him right there but the telephone and it's evil, shrill ring seemed to have other plans. It snaps you from your admiring and you remember the hurt expression on his face. "My mom," you said, it coming out as a pant, funnily enough you didn't know you were any bit short of air; "It might be my mom."
Nodding, he sat back on your legs, tightening the fabric further and increasing your awareness of just how hot and bothered you've become. You reach to the phone and bring it up to your ear.
"Hello?" You've still got a slight pant to your voice.
"Hi, is Pierre there?"
"Patrick?" It was a question of complete amazement as you wonder to yourself why on earth you had to answer the phone for this. Granted he is a close friend but at the moment the only friend you'd like to be concerned with is sitting on your lap. Speaking of which, Chuck might have been willing to pause his actions for your mother's call but the moment Patrick's name left your lips, he rolled his eyes and went to town on your neck and below your ear again. Boy, did you love what he did with his tongue.
That's when you realize that you know that move. He doesn't suck below your ear like that all too frequently but when he does, it always means that he's planning to go down on you. Always. The thought excites you even more than you already are and you suddenly become very anxious at the sure thing to come. And then you hear a sound that isn't coming from you or Chuck but that is coming from the phone still in your hand, Patrick still on the other end while Chuck is still making his merry little way down your chest. You gasp and he giggles when he nips at your nipple.
Patrick's small speech which you haven't heard a word of since Chuck decided that your friend wasn't nearly as important as he was faltered. You figure that he probably heard Chuck's giggle.
"Pierre?"
"Pat," you glanced down at the boy kissing your chest, "can I call you back?" Your eyes widened as Chuck moved himself off of your legs and down to his knees before you.
"But I need to talk to you about Sebas-"
His hands gripped and unfastened the button of your fly and your mouth gaped open. "Pat, I really can't talk right now. I swear, I'll call you ba-ack!" And you hung up the phone and yelped at the feeling of Chuck licking the skin and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the area below your bellybutton and just above your waistband. You jumped from your spot, dropped the phone and felt yourself quickly being pushed onto your back, Chuck crawling right over you as you lay back on the couch.
Something about the entire situation the two of you are in is somewhat off. If your parents were to walk in, they'd probably say that the off-factor would be that Chuck was, in fact, male, but that's not at all what you felt was so off. What was off was the fact that you were the one looking up at him and had no control over the situation. And what's more was that you didn't mind. At this point, you were completely fine lying on your back, playing the submissive role.
So, you smiled and put your hand to the back of his head and pulled it down to kiss him. He seemed a bit surprised from the action but less shy about it than that moment earlier when you'd made that unexpected nice comment and he soon played along, kissing you back. Your hands held onto his sides and you felt his skin on the pads of your fingers and you almost felt that you'd rather him stay up kissing your lips rather than moving away. You wanted to keep things as they were, plain, simple and sweet.