The Times They Are A-Changin'
Title: The Times They Are A-Changin'
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Chord Overstreet
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,393
Warnings: RPS, slight CrissColfer shipper bashing, first time writing for public consumption (outside of rping) so take some pity on me
Summary: Through break-ups and birthdays, the relationship of Chris and Chord is always changing.
This is an attempt to fill this prompt. Also thanks to Nic for making my first time as painless as possible.
The warning signs were there. When you attend a music festival with someone you've been rumored to sleep with the day after you attended with your recently reunited boyfriend, that should be a pretty fucking huge warning sign. However, it was when the icy cold drink hit him square in the face, after their epic screaming match in the middle of the club, that kind of clued him into the fact that it was over. Chord gathered what was left of his dignity, licked the remnants of the sickening sweet daiquiri that was clinging to his lips, and left the club, along with the doomed relationship, behind him.
- - -
Living your life in the public is never easy, but when you’re dealing with a breakup that’s being splashed all over the internet, it makes everything so much worse. It’s right after one of these scathing, but freakishly accurate, articles comes out that Chord finds himself wanting to hide himself away in his trailer between takes. Unfortunately, the rather insistent knocking on his door makes it impossible for him to wallow in his self pity.
He expects Mark to be at the door in a vain attempt to try and cheer him up by bashing his ex and her new guy, so he’s quite surprised to see that it’s actually Chris. They stand there, just staring at each other, for a few minutes. Chris shifts awkwardly on his feet while Chord stands at the door, looking slightly bewildered, trying to figure out just why Chris is there. It’s not like they’re not friends. They've always had a friendly banter between the two of them and there was a time that they had already prepare themselves to make out on screen together. However things changed and because their characters only had a casual acquaintance between them, it seemed like that’s all that Chris and Chord had between them as well.
“Um... hey.” Chord finally shakes himself out of his stupor and takes a step back out of the doorway. “Ya wanna come in or something?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Admittedly, it doesn't take much to confused Chord, but Chris’s reply definitely throws him off even more than he already is. “I was just walking by and thought I’d knock on your door for the hell of it.”
“Okaaay dude.” Chord’s not sure what to do next. There’s a part of him that wants to just slowly back away and shut the door, but then again, there’s always been something about Chris that has intrigued Chord and it’s that fact that leaves him just standing at the door, trying to figure out just what Chris is up to.
“I’m kidding Chord.” Chris grins and gives a little shake of his head. “Of course I’d like to come it.”
Chord visibly relaxes before quickly tensing up again. “Oh... okay.” He steps aside and gives Chris plenty room to enter. Chord mentally prepares himself for a challenging conversation as Chris makes his way into the trailer. Chord kind of prides himself on his quick wit, but Chris is on a whole other level and most of the things he says goes over his head, so anytime he knows he’s going to have any interaction with Chris, Chord likes to plan things to say in advance to save him some face. He follows Chris to the couch, motions him to take a seat, and settles down beside him. “So what’s up?”
Chris makes no attempt to hide the fact that he just so happened to see the article that drove Chord into his trailer in the first place. “Just thought you may need a little company and a little cheering up.” Chris does an amazing job of being sincere but keeping the pitying look off his face, and it’s something that Chord appreciates. “I was going to perform my clown nose bit, but seeing that Damian is the only one that’s amused by it, I thought I’d just let you know that I’m here if you need to talk or anything.”
Chord’s not ready to talk yet, but since he’s never one to throw away a perfectly good opportunity to get a good hug in, he quickly wraps his arms around Chris and pulls him close. “Thanks, dude.”
Chris has never been too big on physical contact, especially with his straight male co-stars because he knows how awkward it can become, but he’s the one who offered to be there for whatever Chord needed and since this is obviously what Chord wants, he gives him a few pats on his back and allows Chord to hang on for as long as he wants.
With one more squeeze, Chord finally releases Chris from his grasp and reaches down for his laptop that he had shoved off the couch just mere minutes before Chris came knocking. He flinches as the first thing he sees is the offending article and quickly exits out of the tab and goes to YouTube. “Ya wanna watch random videos and pass judgement on the people who post them?”
Judging others just so happens to be a favorite pastime of Chris’s, so he quickly agrees and eases back onto the couch right next to Chord as the first video begins to play. Chris sighs and rolls his eyes as Chord begins to laugh hysterically beside him. “Oh I’m already judging this poster harshly... fucking idiots,” because of course the first thing Chord stumbles upon is a Crisscolfer video.
- - -
Their relationship changes after their first foray into the world of internet videos together, and it’s definitely a change for the better. They begin to actively seek out each others company in between takes, and even though it raises a few eyebrows of their other co-stars, neither of them seem to care.
Filming for season 3 is quickly winding down and with all the uncertainty that season 4 stills hold, there’s a bittersweet feeling that both Chris and Chord sense about their burgeoning friendship. They are both grateful that they’re finally getting to know each other better, but they also realize just how much time they missed over the past few years that they could have spent palling around on set together.
There’s also some hesitancy in the relationship, especially on Chris’s part.
During the first season, when Kurt had to look longingly at Finn, it didn't require much of a stretch for Chris. Cory had taken Chris under his wing during those first few months, and Chris quickly fell hard for his charms. Of course he may have been young, but he was far from stupid and delusional, and he knew that nothing could come from it. The unrequited crush still hurt, and he soon learned to build up a wall between him and his straight male co-stars, a wall that only Chord seemed to be able to break through.
Chris now finds that he has to chastise himself when certain feelings begin to stir in him whenever Chord breaks out in one of his impressions, and he has to remind himself more times than he wants to admit that having crushes on straight guys never ends up in his favor.
On Chord’s side of things, the hesitancy comes more in the form of confusion. There are times that he catches himself staring at Chris on set, and he gets the same feelings he did when staring at Dianna during his first few months on Glee.
Coming from a very Southern and very Christian family meant that Chord just simply grew up liking girls. He never even gave himself the opportunity to consider guys in the same way, but now he can’t deny the fact that he’s getting some not-so-Christian-like feelings towards Chris.
However, there’s only a week left of filming and since everyone is already an emotional wreck and there’s no need to cause anymore chaos, Chris is able to deny that he has totally developed an annoying crush on Chord for a bit longer, and Chord is all too happy to get to hold off on analyzing his confusing feelings for Chris.
Filming finally wraps and if Chris and Chord hold onto each other in their goodbye hug longer and tighter than with anyone else, well... there’s nothing wrong about a lingering hug between good friends. Nope, nothing at all...
- - -
Their relationship shifts again after they stop seeing each other on set all the time. Chris is busy getting ready for his massive book tour and Chord is busy trying to do as much of nothing as he can, with occasional periods of actually being productive when it comes to writing music.
They both don’t sleep much at night, so they usually end up sending each other random, late night texts that are so fueled with sleep deprivation that they only make sense to each other. However, no matter how fuzzy their brains are, they make sure that the texts never cross the well-formed “friendship” boundary that they've firmly established.
Even if their texts are friendly, their thoughts are anything but. The physical distance doesn't do anything to stop the feelings that were already bubbling under the surface from developing even more. As cliche as it sounds, distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.
The distance also makes it easier for both of them to deny and/or avoid their feelings. Even if one of them would gather enough courage to act upon his feelings, they realize it’s a conversation that needs to take place in person. By eliminating any face to face contact, it completely eliminates the prospect of any sudden, awkward confessions.
The weeks passed by and on the surface, their friendship seems perfect. The barrage of late night texting continues, and even though both parties were guilty of composing texts that would have definitely pushed the boundaries of their friendship, they were able to realize their folly before actually sending them. Chris is impressed at himself for having the balls to type out those sort of messages, while Chord is just impressed at his self-control for not actually sending them.
- - -
Their luck couldn't hold out forever though, and soon enough they trying to covertly steal glances at each other across a crowded skating rink during Chris’s 22nd birthday party. As opposed to looking really good, Chris just happens to look really really good, so Chord has the harder task of trying to look his fill without getting caught or getting instantaneously hard at every sighting of Chris.
As the night wears on and the amount of alcohol in his system grows, this becomes increasingly harder to do, and he has to regularly adjust himself to keep some level of comfort. There’s plenty of people surrounding him that he could use as a distraction. One girl in particular is trying her best to flirt with him, but only the birthday boy has Chord’s undivided attention.
During one of Chris’s breaks from skating, they finally catch each other’s eye, and Chord figures now is as good as any time to finally go and wish Chris a happy birthday as he begins to make his way across the party.
Since this is the first time they've seen each other since filming wrapped, they both know that this conversation deserves better than shouting a few hellos over rowdy partygoers with the Scissor Sisters blaring in the background. Chris knows the layout better, so Chord follows him away from the noise, out the back door, to the alley.
Even with the lingering odor of the trash just a few feet away from them, the semi-fresh air feels good. It’s not quite cool enough to sober either one of them up, and the alcohol gives them just enough courage to stand too close to each other as they settle back against the wall. They stand there silently, side by side, for a few minutes and Chord uses the opportunity to light up a cigarette.
Still full of liquid courage and now having his nerves settled by nicotine, Chord nudges Chris’s shoulder. “So...” He turns his head slightly, takes a drag, and finally takes the time to get an upclose view of Chris. “You’re looking good, birthday boy.” He slowly exhales the smoke, tipping his head slightly away from Chris so the smoke isn't aimed right for his face.
Chris gets a little choked up and does a double-take at Chord admission. It’s the last thing that Chris expects him to say and with one simple sentence, any pretenses they had that their relationship was still strictly on friendly terms comes crumbling down. “Well, I needed an excuse to have my adoring fans worship me even more.”
“Since I’m not only a member, but also the proud leader of the Chris Colfer fanclub, I can say that you've been totally successful.” Chord throws away the remainder of his cigarette and turns his body towards Chris. “So what it this?” He finally asks as he motions between the two of them.
“I have no clue.” Chris sighs as he reaches up to adjust his sweatband. “I guess I need to know what you want this to be to provide you with a proper answer.”
“I just....” Chord really wishes he held onto that cigarette for just a little longer because it would be nice to have something to fiddle with. “I just don’t want to hold back anymore... I just want to be able to say what I’m feeling and not worry about crossing some line and making you feel uncomfortable.”
“Chord,” Chris pauses to gather his thoughts and choose his words. “I need you to be real clear about what you want here. If this goes bad... if I’m reading this wrong... it will just be so much worse for me.”
Chord begins to say something several different times, but he only stammers out a word or two before realizing he has no clue what to say in this situation. Sure he can just say ‘I really like you,’ but that sounds so middle-schoolish in his head that he just can’t come out and say it. He’s always considered himself more a man of action anyway, so he reaches out and wraps his head around Chris’s neck and pulls him into a kiss.
Chris isn't really surprised by the kiss. He’s actually more surprised that he isn't hesitant at all to respond when he feels Chord’s lips against his own. He quickly takes control and darts his tongue out to run it along the seam of Chord’s lips.
Chord has no problems with surrendering to Chris as he moves his hands to wrapped around Chris’s hips and pushes him up against the wall. A quiet moan escapes when he finally opens his mouth to allow Chris’s tongue to enter. His whole body is tense and his nerves are on fire, but his mind is completely at ease over the fact that he finally doesn't have to hide anything from Chris.
Chris latches onto the hair at the back of Chord’s neck and pulls his face even closer as he licks his way into Chord’s mouth. He’s waited a really long time for this and there’s no way he’s slowing down now. His other hand moves to Chord’s ass. Giving it a hard squeeze as he pulls Chord’s hips in to meet his own, letting Chord feel just how quickly this kiss is effecting him.
“Fuck...” Chord never imagined just how hot it would be to feel some dude’s half-hard cock against his own, but he’s seen the light now. He works his knee in between Chris’s legs and rocks his hips up and tightens his grip on Chris’s. He tears his lips away and slowly trails them across Chris’s jaw until they reach right below his ear.
“Chord!” Chris groans entirely too loud to be out in a semi-public place making out with a publicly straight actor. It finally dawns on him that this may not be the best place to be doing this. “Chord...” He tries to work a hand in between their bodies to push Chord away so they could properly discuss this, but Chord’s having none of that and instead pushes his body flush against Chris, eliminating any remaining space that was there. “But anyone can walk out here...”
“Don’t care.” Chord pants into Chris’s neck and just rocks his hips harder against Chris’s. “I know you told us all not to bring gifts,” Chord works one of his fingers under the waistband of Chris’s jeans and briefs and slowly begins to move it towards his belly button. “But I’d really like to give you some kind of present.” He takes Chris’s earlobe in his teeth and tugs.
Chris is painfully hard by now and Chord’s long finger is oh so very close to grazing the tip of his cock. If Chord doesn't care who the fuck sees them, then Chris isn't going to either, and he arches his back to try and force Chord’s finger down just a little bit more. “Please Chord,” his frustration reaches it’s peak as that damn finger still is able to elude the contact that Chris needs.
The smirk that forms on Chord’s lips is inevitable as he senses Chris’s desperation, but Chord is just as needy and makes quick work out of the button and zipper before reaching in and wrapping his hand around his dick. Chris’s jeans are tight, like Kurt Hummel tight, and there’s not a lot of room to move as Chord begins to jerk and twist his hand.
Shutters wrack Chris’s whole body at the first contact of Chord’s hand with his dick. He curls in on himself and rests his head against Chord’s shoulder as he pants out a series of “fuck”s intermingled with a few “Chord”s here and there. His hips instinctively begin to move with Chord’s movements and he bites down on Chord’s collarbone whenever he feels a moan coming on that he knows will be too loud. His hand reaches out to undo the button on Chord’s jeans, but it’s quickly stilled by another hand.
Chord pulls Chris’s hand away and pins it against the wall at this side. “No,” he leans in to capture Chris’s lips once more, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. “This is your present.” Chris’s pants are just too tight and Chord’s wrist quickly begins to ache at being so restricted. He removes his hand, and if the whine Chris lets out is any indication, he isn't too pleased at this newest development, and starts to work Chris’s pants and briefs down his hips. As he’s watching the pants get lower, he has an overwhelming urge and quickly lowers himself down to his knees.
“What are you...?” Chris’s question fades mid-sentence because it’s pretty obvious what Chord is planning to do. He keeps his eye glued to Chord’s every movement, but he holds his breath in fear of Chord changing his mind. He can’t deny that one of the first thoughts that went through his head when he first saw Chord was that the boy was blessed with a mouth for blow jobs. The fact that he may actually get to see, first-hand, it’s full potential in that matter is almost too good to be true.
The last place that Chord ever thought he would be is on his knees, a few inches from a hard dick. He just kind of stares at it, not quite sure what to do... well he knows what to do, but just not quite sure of how best to start. He wraps his hand around the base of Chris’s cock, thinking back to all the blow jobs he’s received in the past, and leans in to lick a stripe all the way to the tip and across the slit, sliding across the precum that’s already gathered there. The taste is different. He’s licked his own hand after jacking off before, and it’s interesting to be able to compare his taste with Chris’s, which he finds he enjoys a lot more. He runs his tongue around the ridge before slowly stretching his lips around Chris’s cock and sliding them down.
An indecently loud moan escapes Chris’s lips just seconds before he’s able to bite down on his own fist to muffle the sound. He takes a quick glance up and down the alley to make sure he doesn't see any movement before putting his full attention back on Chord. He weaves his other hand through Chord’s hair and applies the slightest amount of pressure. Not enough to control Chord’s pace, but just to give him an idea of his preferred tempo. Since he’s pretty sure that this if Chord’s first time to give a blowjob, he uses all the self-control he can muster to force his hips to stay still so that he doesn't overwhelm Chord.
Chord’s a fast learner and one of the first things he picks up on is that back alleys aren't the best place to give blow jobs. His knees are already sore from the pavement and there’s little pebbles digging into his skin that makes it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Hearing the noises coming from Chris, even though they’re muffled, makes him feel oddly proud since this is his first time. They also make him a little overconfident, and he tries to take even more of Chris into his mouth. The next thing he learns is that he’s not quite ready to deepthroat as he gags a bit and releases Chris’s cock with a wet pop to try and catch his breath. He glances up at Chris through his eyelashes bashfully, before giving a small shrug of his shoulders and easing his mouth back down around Chris, making sure to take it easy this time. Even though he says this is all for Chris, Chord can’t deny his own needs any longer. He quickly undoes his jeans and pulls them down low enough to wrap his hand around his cock.
Chord is a natural, and even though there are a few times when he doesn't pay attention to where his teeth are, this is definitely one of the best blow jobs Chris has had. Not that he’s had tons of experience, but he’s had enough for a good basis of comparison. It’s bad enough to see Chord’s lips wrapped around his cock, but when he sees Chord’s hand start working over his own dick, it’s fucking obscene. “Fuck Chord.” It isn't long before Chris gets too caught up in the moment, forgets to control his hips, and they begin rocking into Chord’s mouth as he comes.
It’s a pleasant surprise for Chord when he feels Chris pumping his own cock into his mouth. Chris isn't doing it hard enough to force it to the back of his throat, and the slight loss of control that Chord feels has him moaning around Chris’s cock. However, the feeling of Chris’s come hitting the back of his mouth is also a surprise, just one that not quite as pleasant. It’s not bad, per say, just different, and he swallows what little makes it into his mouth before pulling away and using his hand to help Chris through his release. After he feels like Chris is through, he sits back on his heels, giving himself a few frantic strokes before he comes all over his hand.
Surprisingly, it’s not awkward at all afterwards. After they catch their breaths, they look at each other and laugh before Chris reaches down to help Chord up. Both of Chord’s hand are messy with come, but the hand that he used on himself is way worse. He tries to wipe as much of Chris’s come on the ground that he can and gives an apologetic look as he takes Chris’s hand with it.
Chord’s bad knee is stiff and sore when he finally stands up, and it takes him awhile to loosen it up. After the pain lets up, he leans in to kiss Chris again, softer and sweeter than the ones earlier, while trying to clean his other hand up using the wall. He finally pulls away and rests his forehead against Chris’s. He wants to wrap his arms around him, but brick and pavement don’t do a really good job at wiping off come, so he keeps them on the wall, bracketing them around Chris. “So....”
“So....” Chris leans in for one more kiss before he brings a hand up to cup Chord’s cheek. “I dare say that was the best birthday present ever.” The uncertainty of the situation starts to settle low in Chris’s stomach and he begins to worry his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I’d a … I’d like to return the favor someday, if that’s okay?”
“Oh I’m very much looking forward to that.” Chord lets out a soft laugh before leaning in to take Chris’s bottom lip from his teeth and pull it in between his own. He nibbles on it a bit before burying his face in Chris’s neck. “I also plan,” he peppers Chris’s neck with a series of light kisses before he continues, “to get in plenty of chances to perfect my technique.” Chord pushes himself off the hall and motions to the door. “But right now, there’s a party that probably missing it’s guest of honor, so we better get you back.”
Chord follows Chris into the skating rink and gives his ass a swat before making his way to the restroom to properly clean off his hand. Chris just shakes his head as he tries to mingle with his guests again and not act like he just received a killer blowjob in the back alley, and he’s such a good actor that he actually manages to pull it off.
- - -
The summer drags on.
With Chris always being on the road and Chord always being in the studio, they don’t have much time to be together, but surprisingly the distance does have it’s good points. Since they have to rely on regular Skype dates to stay in touch, they talk a lot more than they would have if they actually saw each other. All the talking quickly makes them realize that whatever is happening between them is more than just physical.
Even though they spend most of that time talking about their relationship and learning about each other, it doesn't mean they don’t end most of their long-distance dates jerking off while the other one is watching, and there was also that time that Chord decided to finger himself for the first time while Chris was an extremely captive audience on the other end of a computer screen some 2,000 miles away.
Since their time online is spent talking, the times that they do find themselves in the same city is spent holed up in Chris’s house together, definitely not talking. Chris is able to return the favor many times over, and Chord improves his technique drastically. He’s still not able to deepthroat, but fortunately for him, Chris is a pro at it and he’s taking tips from him and constantly improving.
Neither one of them find the need to rush their relationship, both in the physical sense and in public, and private, declarations of love. Chris has never had to deal with a public relationship, and Chord was so badly burnt by the last one, that they’re both content to keep everything behind closed doors.
- - -
A few months later, Chord find himself back where it all started, but filming the new season is different. He films his scenes in the choir room just like all the previous years, and although he misses all the other faces that should be there filming with him, it’s the lack of Chris’s face that has him most distracted. The constant gnawing that Chris’s absence causes in Chord is the final indicator that he’s ready to step up things in their relationship.
When Chris finally wraps up his book tour and makes his way back home, he’s surprised to see Chord on his doorstep later that evening. He’s not actually surprised by Chord’s presence. Chord had texted him earlier that day and told him he was coming over, but what confuses him is Chord’s attire. They both know that when they see each other, clothes are their last concern so usually Chord just shows up in a ratty t-shirt and old jeans or sweats. This evening though, he shows up in a nice button down shirt, casual pants, and he even made an attempt to brush his hair.
“I’d like to take you out for dinner.”
Chris stands at the doorway, dumbfounded, just trying to figure out exactly what Chord is up to. “Umm Chord...” He raises his eyebrow and gives him a look that clearly shows what he thinks of Chord’s plan. “You do realize what would happen if we do that, so come in and I’ll order us some delivery.”
“I really don’t care.” Chord is frustrated by the lack of enthusiasm on Chris’s part, but he understands why he’s so reluctant. Every con that he knows is running through Chris’s mind right this minute has already gone through his hundreds of times. “I mean I do care... I just don’t plan to confirm or deny anything when people start to ask questions. There’s nothing wrong with two friends going out together for dinner.”
Chris wants to say yes, like really really wants to say yes, but he knows that Chord doesn't quite grasp the shitstorm that will come from them being seen together. Chris has read the tweet that “fans” sent to guys that he just conversed with over twitter, and he knows that this will be 10,000 times worse. “Chord, I don’t think you underst...”
“Trust me, I've thought about this a lot and I totally understand.” Chord quickly cuts him off before he can get out anymore arguments. “I’m not asking to make out in public or even hold hands, just dinner and I promise I can handle the fallout.”
Against Chris’s better judgement, he agrees and runs upstairs to change into something that’s acceptable to being seen in public. And for the time being, he’s glad he agreed because the “date” was nice and he was actually able to forget about the reaction this will cause for a few hours at least.
- - -
The next day, Chris has to be on set at 5:30 in the morning, so he doesn't have time to do anything besides grab a cup of coffee and some toast before he’s off to work. When he gets there, it’s straight to dance rehearsals, make-up, and then filming all before 10:00.
Once lunch finally hits, he grabs something from craft services and heads to his trailer for a much deserved nap. Once he’s safely inside, he checks his phone for the first time only to see a few missed call and a voice message from Alla. ‘Hey Chris, so if this is something big, you need to let me know so we can do some planning. Get back to me when you can.’ Chris now knows that the proverbial shit has hit the fan.
For some ungodly reason, the next thing he checks is his @ mentions on his twitter feed. There he’s inundated with hateful messages from usernames like NvrSayNvr, DarrenColfer, and ChrisCriss all chastising him for cheating. He then goes to search Chord’s mentions and for every one hate message he’s received, Chord has gotten at least five.
Chris tries to bury himself alive in his couch cushions. There’s no way that Chord’ going to able to handle this and he knows that whatever has started between the two of them has quickly reached his end. It isn't until there’s a knock on his door that Chris has to accept the fact that he didn't get sucked into some alternative universe like he was wishing.
He does not expect it to be Chord at the door. He knows that Chord didn't have to work today, and he’s also aware that Chord likes to sleep way past noon on his days off. But of course Chord would want to break off things in person and put him out of his misery as quick as possible, so Chris somewhat reluctantly moves aside to let Chord in.
Chord doesn't say anything until he’s in the trailer and sitting down on the couch. After he’s settled, he turns to watch Chris slowly make his way over to him. It’s visibly obvious how much this is affecting Chris and there’s this sense of doom that he’s letting off which honestly terrifies Chord. Once Chris finally sits down, albeit quite a ways away from him, he scoots closer to him and grabs his hand. A frown develops on his face when he sees the way that Chris flinches from his touch. “So are you okay?”
The sincerity and sweetness in Chord’s voice laces Chris’s sadness with a hint of anger. “No, I’m not.” He doesn't even bother to hide the vitriolic edge in voice, but the pain that flashes across Chord’s face because of it makes him somewhat remorseful. “I understand that you want out, and I appreciate your need to tell me face to face, but I’m just going to need time.”
“Chris?” Chord is beyond confused about what Chris is talking about. “I told you I can handle this and I haven’t change my mind.” He tightens his grip on Chris’s hand. “You’re kind of worth it and I still want to do this, but if you don’t want to, I understand.”
It takes awhile for what Chord is saying to actually sink in and when it does, he pulls Chord into a tight embrace. “No.. No! I want to do this, but I just thought... never mind what I thought, and you’re worth it too.”
“Okay, I’m going to kiss you now because this is all sounding too much like a L’oreal commercial.”
The kiss that Chord just intends to be a sweet, reassuring kiss turns into so much more as the emotions catch up with both of them.
Chord hops up and quickly locks the door, shedding all his clothes on the way back, while Chris gets rid of his and tosses them on the floor by the couch. Chord pushes Chris back unto the couch and straddles him, kissing him hard as he pins both of Chris’s arms above his head.
In the few months that they've been whatever they are, there’s been lots of hand jobs and blow jobs, and they’re definitely well acquainted with each other’s body, but this time is different. It’s more intense, and they both realize the minute that Chord begins grinding his hips down on Chris’s, that it’s going to head to a place that so far, they've managed to avoid.
Chord leans down and takes one of Chris’s nipples between his teeth, biting down and then tracing the bite marks with his tongue. He still has Chris’s arms pinned, but after he’s kissed his way up his chest and neck, he sits up and brings one of Chris’s hands to his mouth before taking three of his fingers in his mouth.
He soaks them good, taking his time to roll his tongue over each one before pulling Chris’s hand out of his mouth and finally releasing it. He’s made it painfully obvious what he wants Chris to do next, so there’s no need to control his actions anymore.
Chris raises his eyebrow seeking one more confirmation that this is what Chord wants. After receiving a subtle nod from Chord, he runs his thumb down Chord’s spine until he reaches his ass. He lightly traces around Chord’s hole with one of his slick fingers before slowly easing it in. His mind flashes back to the time he watched Chord do this to himself, and he knows that he doesn't have to take it easy as he slides in another finger.
Chord accumulates quickly and begins to rock himself back on Chris’s fingers. Once Chris starts to crook his fingers just in the right way, he loses the ability to sit up straight and collapses on top of Chris. There are always people buzzing around on the set and the walls of the trailer are thin, which makes Chord unable to yell out like he wants to. To help stifle his moans, he buries his face in the crook of Chris’s neck and bites down on the tender flesh.
Chord is extremely responsive and it doesn't take long before Chris is using all three fingers on him, twisting and stretching until Chord is a pliable, moaning mess on top of him. He removes his fingers, revelling in the disappointed whimper that escapes Chord’s mouth, and begins to stoke his own cock. “Condom?”
In desperation, Chord begins to rut against Chris once the fingers are removed, but stills at Chris’s question. “Shit.” Chord begins a frantic search for his pants and is grateful to see that they landed not far from the couch. He leans down to fetch them, fortunate that Chris hangs onto his waist or he would have toppled over. He sits back up, triumphantly holds the jeans up, and digs out a condom from the back pocket. After the jeans are tossed back to the floor, Chord rips open the wrapper with his teeth, takes one more look at Chris stroking himself, and rolls the condom on.
Chris bites down on his lip at the sight of Chord above him and in the knowledge of what’s to come. While Chord is rolling on the condom, which feels so good that he has to take a quick breather to stop himself from coming right then and there, Chris spits on his fingers and runs them across Chord’s entrance again to make sure that it’s slick enough.
After one more hard kiss, which is more teeth and tongue than anything else, Chord eases himself down on Chris’s cock. It’s so much more than fingers, and he stills himself for a few seconds while he tries to adjust. He leans down and flicks Chris’s nipple with his tongue to try and distract himself. Once he adjusts though, he begins to slowly rock his hips, making sure to keep eye contact with Chris the whole time.
Having a naked Chord Overstreet on top of you is breathtaking... Having a naked Chord Overstreet on top of you and fucking himself on your cock is almost enough to make him believe that there actually is a God. He doesn't move for awhile. He knows that Chord needs time to adjust, so he’s more than willing to allow Chord to set his own pace. However, once Chord begins to move, the tight heat that surrounds him is just too much and he begins to lift his hips to match Chord’s pace. “Fuck Chord.”
Chris is just a little too loud and if anyone just so happened to be walking by the trailer at that exact moment, they would for sure be busted. Chord traces Chris’s lips with his thumb before slipping it in between them to allow him to have something to bite down on. He really hopes that this isn't something he’s going to regret later and that he still has a thumb when this is all over when he feels Chris’s teeth start to sink in.
Their pace isn't frantic. Since this is Chord’s first time to be fucked, Chris is perfectly fine with the nice, slow pace that Chord has found. Plus he already knows that he wants to do this again as soon as possible, so there’s no need to cause more damage that would take a lot of time for Chord to recover. Still he wants to make sure that Chord gets the full effect, so while Chord’s hips are lifting up, Chris scoots down on the couch a bit and begins to thrust more at an angle.
The change of positions is subtle but highly effective. Chord’s breath hitches as he arches his back and quickly bites down hard on his lip to stop the moan that’s in the back of his throat. Luckily, Chris is doing a wonderful job of distracting him, and he doesn't even take notice of the bitter taste of iron that fills his mouth.
Chris knows he’s not going to last much longer. Between the sight of Chord riding him and the feeling of being buried deep inside of him, Chris is actually impressed that he’s managed to hold on for this long, but from the look on Chord’s face, Chris knows he not far off either. To try to help him out, Chris reaches up to pinch one of Chord’s nipple with one hand while the other one wraps around Chord’s dick and begins to stroke him.
It only takes a few strokes of Chris’s hand to push Chord over the edge. Between a litany of cuss words that Chord manages to breath out instead of scream like he wants to, he coats Chris’s stomach with come.
Chord clinches down so tightly, that with one more thrust, Chris has no other choice but to come. Through it all, Chord’s thumb remains intact, and after Chris has calmed down some, he gives it one more suck before allowing Chord to pull it free from his lips. He places a quick kiss to the tip before it moves too far away and then melts into the couch.
Chord gingerly lifts himself off Chris’s softening cock and pulls off the condom. On the way to the bathroom, there’s no denying that his ass twinges a bit but it’s nothing that he can’t handle. He throws away the condom and grabs a towel, splashing some cold water on his face, before heading back to Chris.
Chris looks like he’s in no mood to move and Chord can’t really blame him. He leans down to clean up the mess on Chris’s stomach, tosses the towel in the general vicinity of the bathroom, and nudges Chris’s legs over to give him some room to sit down.
Chris’s phone is on the ground by couch and Chord bends down to pick it up so that he can check the time. The first thing he sees is the twitter search of his username with over a thousand new mentions. He’s already checked them once this morning when he woke up, so he lets up a deep sigh because he knows what he’s going to read. And there they are, tweet after tweet raging at Chord for coming in between the great love that is Chris and Darren. He normally would find shit like this amusing, but now all he can do is shake his head.
Even though Chris can barely keep his eyes open, he forces himself to watch Chord’s reaction as he’s reading. “Any regrets?”
“Nope.” Chord answers without any hesitation. “I’m not going to let delusional fangirls ruin a great thing. What time do you need to be back on set?”
Chris tells them how long they have left then holds out his arms to Chord. “And for the record, I’m not having any either.”
“Good.” Chord sets the alarm and set the phone back on the floor. He leans down and presses one more kiss to Chris’s lips before settling down in his arms. “Surely there has to be a few fans out there that don’t want to string me up by the balls for stealing Darren’s man.”
“There’s always the... what do they call themselves... oh, kummers.” He presses a kiss to the top of Chord’s head and yawns as he pulls Chord in tighter. “I’m sure they’ll get a good kick out of this development.” His eyes are so heavy now that there’s no way he can keep them open.
“Well there ya go,” Chord let’s out a yawn of his own as he reaches behind them to grab the blanket that Chris has draped over his couch and throws it over both of them. “That totally makes it all worth it.”
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Chord Overstreet
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,393
Warnings: RPS, slight CrissColfer shipper bashing, first time writing for public consumption (outside of rping) so take some pity on me
Summary: Through break-ups and birthdays, the relationship of Chris and Chord is always changing.
This is an attempt to fill this prompt. Also thanks to Nic for making my first time as painless as possible.
The warning signs were there. When you attend a music festival with someone you've been rumored to sleep with the day after you attended with your recently reunited boyfriend, that should be a pretty fucking huge warning sign. However, it was when the icy cold drink hit him square in the face, after their epic screaming match in the middle of the club, that kind of clued him into the fact that it was over. Chord gathered what was left of his dignity, licked the remnants of the sickening sweet daiquiri that was clinging to his lips, and left the club, along with the doomed relationship, behind him.
- - -
Living your life in the public is never easy, but when you’re dealing with a breakup that’s being splashed all over the internet, it makes everything so much worse. It’s right after one of these scathing, but freakishly accurate, articles comes out that Chord finds himself wanting to hide himself away in his trailer between takes. Unfortunately, the rather insistent knocking on his door makes it impossible for him to wallow in his self pity.
He expects Mark to be at the door in a vain attempt to try and cheer him up by bashing his ex and her new guy, so he’s quite surprised to see that it’s actually Chris. They stand there, just staring at each other, for a few minutes. Chris shifts awkwardly on his feet while Chord stands at the door, looking slightly bewildered, trying to figure out just why Chris is there. It’s not like they’re not friends. They've always had a friendly banter between the two of them and there was a time that they had already prepare themselves to make out on screen together. However things changed and because their characters only had a casual acquaintance between them, it seemed like that’s all that Chris and Chord had between them as well.
“Um... hey.” Chord finally shakes himself out of his stupor and takes a step back out of the doorway. “Ya wanna come in or something?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Admittedly, it doesn't take much to confused Chord, but Chris’s reply definitely throws him off even more than he already is. “I was just walking by and thought I’d knock on your door for the hell of it.”
“Okaaay dude.” Chord’s not sure what to do next. There’s a part of him that wants to just slowly back away and shut the door, but then again, there’s always been something about Chris that has intrigued Chord and it’s that fact that leaves him just standing at the door, trying to figure out just what Chris is up to.
“I’m kidding Chord.” Chris grins and gives a little shake of his head. “Of course I’d like to come it.”
Chord visibly relaxes before quickly tensing up again. “Oh... okay.” He steps aside and gives Chris plenty room to enter. Chord mentally prepares himself for a challenging conversation as Chris makes his way into the trailer. Chord kind of prides himself on his quick wit, but Chris is on a whole other level and most of the things he says goes over his head, so anytime he knows he’s going to have any interaction with Chris, Chord likes to plan things to say in advance to save him some face. He follows Chris to the couch, motions him to take a seat, and settles down beside him. “So what’s up?”
Chris makes no attempt to hide the fact that he just so happened to see the article that drove Chord into his trailer in the first place. “Just thought you may need a little company and a little cheering up.” Chris does an amazing job of being sincere but keeping the pitying look off his face, and it’s something that Chord appreciates. “I was going to perform my clown nose bit, but seeing that Damian is the only one that’s amused by it, I thought I’d just let you know that I’m here if you need to talk or anything.”
Chord’s not ready to talk yet, but since he’s never one to throw away a perfectly good opportunity to get a good hug in, he quickly wraps his arms around Chris and pulls him close. “Thanks, dude.”
Chris has never been too big on physical contact, especially with his straight male co-stars because he knows how awkward it can become, but he’s the one who offered to be there for whatever Chord needed and since this is obviously what Chord wants, he gives him a few pats on his back and allows Chord to hang on for as long as he wants.
With one more squeeze, Chord finally releases Chris from his grasp and reaches down for his laptop that he had shoved off the couch just mere minutes before Chris came knocking. He flinches as the first thing he sees is the offending article and quickly exits out of the tab and goes to YouTube. “Ya wanna watch random videos and pass judgement on the people who post them?”
Judging others just so happens to be a favorite pastime of Chris’s, so he quickly agrees and eases back onto the couch right next to Chord as the first video begins to play. Chris sighs and rolls his eyes as Chord begins to laugh hysterically beside him. “Oh I’m already judging this poster harshly... fucking idiots,” because of course the first thing Chord stumbles upon is a Crisscolfer video.
- - -
Their relationship changes after their first foray into the world of internet videos together, and it’s definitely a change for the better. They begin to actively seek out each others company in between takes, and even though it raises a few eyebrows of their other co-stars, neither of them seem to care.
Filming for season 3 is quickly winding down and with all the uncertainty that season 4 stills hold, there’s a bittersweet feeling that both Chris and Chord sense about their burgeoning friendship. They are both grateful that they’re finally getting to know each other better, but they also realize just how much time they missed over the past few years that they could have spent palling around on set together.
There’s also some hesitancy in the relationship, especially on Chris’s part.
During the first season, when Kurt had to look longingly at Finn, it didn't require much of a stretch for Chris. Cory had taken Chris under his wing during those first few months, and Chris quickly fell hard for his charms. Of course he may have been young, but he was far from stupid and delusional, and he knew that nothing could come from it. The unrequited crush still hurt, and he soon learned to build up a wall between him and his straight male co-stars, a wall that only Chord seemed to be able to break through.
Chris now finds that he has to chastise himself when certain feelings begin to stir in him whenever Chord breaks out in one of his impressions, and he has to remind himself more times than he wants to admit that having crushes on straight guys never ends up in his favor.
On Chord’s side of things, the hesitancy comes more in the form of confusion. There are times that he catches himself staring at Chris on set, and he gets the same feelings he did when staring at Dianna during his first few months on Glee.
Coming from a very Southern and very Christian family meant that Chord just simply grew up liking girls. He never even gave himself the opportunity to consider guys in the same way, but now he can’t deny the fact that he’s getting some not-so-Christian-like feelings towards Chris.
However, there’s only a week left of filming and since everyone is already an emotional wreck and there’s no need to cause anymore chaos, Chris is able to deny that he has totally developed an annoying crush on Chord for a bit longer, and Chord is all too happy to get to hold off on analyzing his confusing feelings for Chris.
Filming finally wraps and if Chris and Chord hold onto each other in their goodbye hug longer and tighter than with anyone else, well... there’s nothing wrong about a lingering hug between good friends. Nope, nothing at all...
- - -
Their relationship shifts again after they stop seeing each other on set all the time. Chris is busy getting ready for his massive book tour and Chord is busy trying to do as much of nothing as he can, with occasional periods of actually being productive when it comes to writing music.
They both don’t sleep much at night, so they usually end up sending each other random, late night texts that are so fueled with sleep deprivation that they only make sense to each other. However, no matter how fuzzy their brains are, they make sure that the texts never cross the well-formed “friendship” boundary that they've firmly established.
Even if their texts are friendly, their thoughts are anything but. The physical distance doesn't do anything to stop the feelings that were already bubbling under the surface from developing even more. As cliche as it sounds, distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.
The distance also makes it easier for both of them to deny and/or avoid their feelings. Even if one of them would gather enough courage to act upon his feelings, they realize it’s a conversation that needs to take place in person. By eliminating any face to face contact, it completely eliminates the prospect of any sudden, awkward confessions.
The weeks passed by and on the surface, their friendship seems perfect. The barrage of late night texting continues, and even though both parties were guilty of composing texts that would have definitely pushed the boundaries of their friendship, they were able to realize their folly before actually sending them. Chris is impressed at himself for having the balls to type out those sort of messages, while Chord is just impressed at his self-control for not actually sending them.
- - -
Their luck couldn't hold out forever though, and soon enough they trying to covertly steal glances at each other across a crowded skating rink during Chris’s 22nd birthday party. As opposed to looking really good, Chris just happens to look really really good, so Chord has the harder task of trying to look his fill without getting caught or getting instantaneously hard at every sighting of Chris.
As the night wears on and the amount of alcohol in his system grows, this becomes increasingly harder to do, and he has to regularly adjust himself to keep some level of comfort. There’s plenty of people surrounding him that he could use as a distraction. One girl in particular is trying her best to flirt with him, but only the birthday boy has Chord’s undivided attention.
During one of Chris’s breaks from skating, they finally catch each other’s eye, and Chord figures now is as good as any time to finally go and wish Chris a happy birthday as he begins to make his way across the party.
Since this is the first time they've seen each other since filming wrapped, they both know that this conversation deserves better than shouting a few hellos over rowdy partygoers with the Scissor Sisters blaring in the background. Chris knows the layout better, so Chord follows him away from the noise, out the back door, to the alley.
Even with the lingering odor of the trash just a few feet away from them, the semi-fresh air feels good. It’s not quite cool enough to sober either one of them up, and the alcohol gives them just enough courage to stand too close to each other as they settle back against the wall. They stand there silently, side by side, for a few minutes and Chord uses the opportunity to light up a cigarette.
Still full of liquid courage and now having his nerves settled by nicotine, Chord nudges Chris’s shoulder. “So...” He turns his head slightly, takes a drag, and finally takes the time to get an upclose view of Chris. “You’re looking good, birthday boy.” He slowly exhales the smoke, tipping his head slightly away from Chris so the smoke isn't aimed right for his face.
Chris gets a little choked up and does a double-take at Chord admission. It’s the last thing that Chris expects him to say and with one simple sentence, any pretenses they had that their relationship was still strictly on friendly terms comes crumbling down. “Well, I needed an excuse to have my adoring fans worship me even more.”
“Since I’m not only a member, but also the proud leader of the Chris Colfer fanclub, I can say that you've been totally successful.” Chord throws away the remainder of his cigarette and turns his body towards Chris. “So what it this?” He finally asks as he motions between the two of them.
“I have no clue.” Chris sighs as he reaches up to adjust his sweatband. “I guess I need to know what you want this to be to provide you with a proper answer.”
“I just....” Chord really wishes he held onto that cigarette for just a little longer because it would be nice to have something to fiddle with. “I just don’t want to hold back anymore... I just want to be able to say what I’m feeling and not worry about crossing some line and making you feel uncomfortable.”
“Chord,” Chris pauses to gather his thoughts and choose his words. “I need you to be real clear about what you want here. If this goes bad... if I’m reading this wrong... it will just be so much worse for me.”
Chord begins to say something several different times, but he only stammers out a word or two before realizing he has no clue what to say in this situation. Sure he can just say ‘I really like you,’ but that sounds so middle-schoolish in his head that he just can’t come out and say it. He’s always considered himself more a man of action anyway, so he reaches out and wraps his head around Chris’s neck and pulls him into a kiss.
Chris isn't really surprised by the kiss. He’s actually more surprised that he isn't hesitant at all to respond when he feels Chord’s lips against his own. He quickly takes control and darts his tongue out to run it along the seam of Chord’s lips.
Chord has no problems with surrendering to Chris as he moves his hands to wrapped around Chris’s hips and pushes him up against the wall. A quiet moan escapes when he finally opens his mouth to allow Chris’s tongue to enter. His whole body is tense and his nerves are on fire, but his mind is completely at ease over the fact that he finally doesn't have to hide anything from Chris.
Chris latches onto the hair at the back of Chord’s neck and pulls his face even closer as he licks his way into Chord’s mouth. He’s waited a really long time for this and there’s no way he’s slowing down now. His other hand moves to Chord’s ass. Giving it a hard squeeze as he pulls Chord’s hips in to meet his own, letting Chord feel just how quickly this kiss is effecting him.
“Fuck...” Chord never imagined just how hot it would be to feel some dude’s half-hard cock against his own, but he’s seen the light now. He works his knee in between Chris’s legs and rocks his hips up and tightens his grip on Chris’s. He tears his lips away and slowly trails them across Chris’s jaw until they reach right below his ear.
“Chord!” Chris groans entirely too loud to be out in a semi-public place making out with a publicly straight actor. It finally dawns on him that this may not be the best place to be doing this. “Chord...” He tries to work a hand in between their bodies to push Chord away so they could properly discuss this, but Chord’s having none of that and instead pushes his body flush against Chris, eliminating any remaining space that was there. “But anyone can walk out here...”
“Don’t care.” Chord pants into Chris’s neck and just rocks his hips harder against Chris’s. “I know you told us all not to bring gifts,” Chord works one of his fingers under the waistband of Chris’s jeans and briefs and slowly begins to move it towards his belly button. “But I’d really like to give you some kind of present.” He takes Chris’s earlobe in his teeth and tugs.
Chris is painfully hard by now and Chord’s long finger is oh so very close to grazing the tip of his cock. If Chord doesn't care who the fuck sees them, then Chris isn't going to either, and he arches his back to try and force Chord’s finger down just a little bit more. “Please Chord,” his frustration reaches it’s peak as that damn finger still is able to elude the contact that Chris needs.
The smirk that forms on Chord’s lips is inevitable as he senses Chris’s desperation, but Chord is just as needy and makes quick work out of the button and zipper before reaching in and wrapping his hand around his dick. Chris’s jeans are tight, like Kurt Hummel tight, and there’s not a lot of room to move as Chord begins to jerk and twist his hand.
Shutters wrack Chris’s whole body at the first contact of Chord’s hand with his dick. He curls in on himself and rests his head against Chord’s shoulder as he pants out a series of “fuck”s intermingled with a few “Chord”s here and there. His hips instinctively begin to move with Chord’s movements and he bites down on Chord’s collarbone whenever he feels a moan coming on that he knows will be too loud. His hand reaches out to undo the button on Chord’s jeans, but it’s quickly stilled by another hand.
Chord pulls Chris’s hand away and pins it against the wall at this side. “No,” he leans in to capture Chris’s lips once more, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. “This is your present.” Chris’s pants are just too tight and Chord’s wrist quickly begins to ache at being so restricted. He removes his hand, and if the whine Chris lets out is any indication, he isn't too pleased at this newest development, and starts to work Chris’s pants and briefs down his hips. As he’s watching the pants get lower, he has an overwhelming urge and quickly lowers himself down to his knees.
“What are you...?” Chris’s question fades mid-sentence because it’s pretty obvious what Chord is planning to do. He keeps his eye glued to Chord’s every movement, but he holds his breath in fear of Chord changing his mind. He can’t deny that one of the first thoughts that went through his head when he first saw Chord was that the boy was blessed with a mouth for blow jobs. The fact that he may actually get to see, first-hand, it’s full potential in that matter is almost too good to be true.
The last place that Chord ever thought he would be is on his knees, a few inches from a hard dick. He just kind of stares at it, not quite sure what to do... well he knows what to do, but just not quite sure of how best to start. He wraps his hand around the base of Chris’s cock, thinking back to all the blow jobs he’s received in the past, and leans in to lick a stripe all the way to the tip and across the slit, sliding across the precum that’s already gathered there. The taste is different. He’s licked his own hand after jacking off before, and it’s interesting to be able to compare his taste with Chris’s, which he finds he enjoys a lot more. He runs his tongue around the ridge before slowly stretching his lips around Chris’s cock and sliding them down.
An indecently loud moan escapes Chris’s lips just seconds before he’s able to bite down on his own fist to muffle the sound. He takes a quick glance up and down the alley to make sure he doesn't see any movement before putting his full attention back on Chord. He weaves his other hand through Chord’s hair and applies the slightest amount of pressure. Not enough to control Chord’s pace, but just to give him an idea of his preferred tempo. Since he’s pretty sure that this if Chord’s first time to give a blowjob, he uses all the self-control he can muster to force his hips to stay still so that he doesn't overwhelm Chord.
Chord’s a fast learner and one of the first things he picks up on is that back alleys aren't the best place to give blow jobs. His knees are already sore from the pavement and there’s little pebbles digging into his skin that makes it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Hearing the noises coming from Chris, even though they’re muffled, makes him feel oddly proud since this is his first time. They also make him a little overconfident, and he tries to take even more of Chris into his mouth. The next thing he learns is that he’s not quite ready to deepthroat as he gags a bit and releases Chris’s cock with a wet pop to try and catch his breath. He glances up at Chris through his eyelashes bashfully, before giving a small shrug of his shoulders and easing his mouth back down around Chris, making sure to take it easy this time. Even though he says this is all for Chris, Chord can’t deny his own needs any longer. He quickly undoes his jeans and pulls them down low enough to wrap his hand around his cock.
Chord is a natural, and even though there are a few times when he doesn't pay attention to where his teeth are, this is definitely one of the best blow jobs Chris has had. Not that he’s had tons of experience, but he’s had enough for a good basis of comparison. It’s bad enough to see Chord’s lips wrapped around his cock, but when he sees Chord’s hand start working over his own dick, it’s fucking obscene. “Fuck Chord.” It isn't long before Chris gets too caught up in the moment, forgets to control his hips, and they begin rocking into Chord’s mouth as he comes.
It’s a pleasant surprise for Chord when he feels Chris pumping his own cock into his mouth. Chris isn't doing it hard enough to force it to the back of his throat, and the slight loss of control that Chord feels has him moaning around Chris’s cock. However, the feeling of Chris’s come hitting the back of his mouth is also a surprise, just one that not quite as pleasant. It’s not bad, per say, just different, and he swallows what little makes it into his mouth before pulling away and using his hand to help Chris through his release. After he feels like Chris is through, he sits back on his heels, giving himself a few frantic strokes before he comes all over his hand.
Surprisingly, it’s not awkward at all afterwards. After they catch their breaths, they look at each other and laugh before Chris reaches down to help Chord up. Both of Chord’s hand are messy with come, but the hand that he used on himself is way worse. He tries to wipe as much of Chris’s come on the ground that he can and gives an apologetic look as he takes Chris’s hand with it.
Chord’s bad knee is stiff and sore when he finally stands up, and it takes him awhile to loosen it up. After the pain lets up, he leans in to kiss Chris again, softer and sweeter than the ones earlier, while trying to clean his other hand up using the wall. He finally pulls away and rests his forehead against Chris’s. He wants to wrap his arms around him, but brick and pavement don’t do a really good job at wiping off come, so he keeps them on the wall, bracketing them around Chris. “So....”
“So....” Chris leans in for one more kiss before he brings a hand up to cup Chord’s cheek. “I dare say that was the best birthday present ever.” The uncertainty of the situation starts to settle low in Chris’s stomach and he begins to worry his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I’d a … I’d like to return the favor someday, if that’s okay?”
“Oh I’m very much looking forward to that.” Chord lets out a soft laugh before leaning in to take Chris’s bottom lip from his teeth and pull it in between his own. He nibbles on it a bit before burying his face in Chris’s neck. “I also plan,” he peppers Chris’s neck with a series of light kisses before he continues, “to get in plenty of chances to perfect my technique.” Chord pushes himself off the hall and motions to the door. “But right now, there’s a party that probably missing it’s guest of honor, so we better get you back.”
Chord follows Chris into the skating rink and gives his ass a swat before making his way to the restroom to properly clean off his hand. Chris just shakes his head as he tries to mingle with his guests again and not act like he just received a killer blowjob in the back alley, and he’s such a good actor that he actually manages to pull it off.
- - -
The summer drags on.
With Chris always being on the road and Chord always being in the studio, they don’t have much time to be together, but surprisingly the distance does have it’s good points. Since they have to rely on regular Skype dates to stay in touch, they talk a lot more than they would have if they actually saw each other. All the talking quickly makes them realize that whatever is happening between them is more than just physical.
Even though they spend most of that time talking about their relationship and learning about each other, it doesn't mean they don’t end most of their long-distance dates jerking off while the other one is watching, and there was also that time that Chord decided to finger himself for the first time while Chris was an extremely captive audience on the other end of a computer screen some 2,000 miles away.
Since their time online is spent talking, the times that they do find themselves in the same city is spent holed up in Chris’s house together, definitely not talking. Chris is able to return the favor many times over, and Chord improves his technique drastically. He’s still not able to deepthroat, but fortunately for him, Chris is a pro at it and he’s taking tips from him and constantly improving.
Neither one of them find the need to rush their relationship, both in the physical sense and in public, and private, declarations of love. Chris has never had to deal with a public relationship, and Chord was so badly burnt by the last one, that they’re both content to keep everything behind closed doors.
- - -
A few months later, Chord find himself back where it all started, but filming the new season is different. He films his scenes in the choir room just like all the previous years, and although he misses all the other faces that should be there filming with him, it’s the lack of Chris’s face that has him most distracted. The constant gnawing that Chris’s absence causes in Chord is the final indicator that he’s ready to step up things in their relationship.
When Chris finally wraps up his book tour and makes his way back home, he’s surprised to see Chord on his doorstep later that evening. He’s not actually surprised by Chord’s presence. Chord had texted him earlier that day and told him he was coming over, but what confuses him is Chord’s attire. They both know that when they see each other, clothes are their last concern so usually Chord just shows up in a ratty t-shirt and old jeans or sweats. This evening though, he shows up in a nice button down shirt, casual pants, and he even made an attempt to brush his hair.
“I’d like to take you out for dinner.”
Chris stands at the doorway, dumbfounded, just trying to figure out exactly what Chord is up to. “Umm Chord...” He raises his eyebrow and gives him a look that clearly shows what he thinks of Chord’s plan. “You do realize what would happen if we do that, so come in and I’ll order us some delivery.”
“I really don’t care.” Chord is frustrated by the lack of enthusiasm on Chris’s part, but he understands why he’s so reluctant. Every con that he knows is running through Chris’s mind right this minute has already gone through his hundreds of times. “I mean I do care... I just don’t plan to confirm or deny anything when people start to ask questions. There’s nothing wrong with two friends going out together for dinner.”
Chris wants to say yes, like really really wants to say yes, but he knows that Chord doesn't quite grasp the shitstorm that will come from them being seen together. Chris has read the tweet that “fans” sent to guys that he just conversed with over twitter, and he knows that this will be 10,000 times worse. “Chord, I don’t think you underst...”
“Trust me, I've thought about this a lot and I totally understand.” Chord quickly cuts him off before he can get out anymore arguments. “I’m not asking to make out in public or even hold hands, just dinner and I promise I can handle the fallout.”
Against Chris’s better judgement, he agrees and runs upstairs to change into something that’s acceptable to being seen in public. And for the time being, he’s glad he agreed because the “date” was nice and he was actually able to forget about the reaction this will cause for a few hours at least.
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The next day, Chris has to be on set at 5:30 in the morning, so he doesn't have time to do anything besides grab a cup of coffee and some toast before he’s off to work. When he gets there, it’s straight to dance rehearsals, make-up, and then filming all before 10:00.
Once lunch finally hits, he grabs something from craft services and heads to his trailer for a much deserved nap. Once he’s safely inside, he checks his phone for the first time only to see a few missed call and a voice message from Alla. ‘Hey Chris, so if this is something big, you need to let me know so we can do some planning. Get back to me when you can.’ Chris now knows that the proverbial shit has hit the fan.
For some ungodly reason, the next thing he checks is his @ mentions on his twitter feed. There he’s inundated with hateful messages from usernames like NvrSayNvr, DarrenColfer, and ChrisCriss all chastising him for cheating. He then goes to search Chord’s mentions and for every one hate message he’s received, Chord has gotten at least five.
Chris tries to bury himself alive in his couch cushions. There’s no way that Chord’ going to able to handle this and he knows that whatever has started between the two of them has quickly reached his end. It isn't until there’s a knock on his door that Chris has to accept the fact that he didn't get sucked into some alternative universe like he was wishing.
He does not expect it to be Chord at the door. He knows that Chord didn't have to work today, and he’s also aware that Chord likes to sleep way past noon on his days off. But of course Chord would want to break off things in person and put him out of his misery as quick as possible, so Chris somewhat reluctantly moves aside to let Chord in.
Chord doesn't say anything until he’s in the trailer and sitting down on the couch. After he’s settled, he turns to watch Chris slowly make his way over to him. It’s visibly obvious how much this is affecting Chris and there’s this sense of doom that he’s letting off which honestly terrifies Chord. Once Chris finally sits down, albeit quite a ways away from him, he scoots closer to him and grabs his hand. A frown develops on his face when he sees the way that Chris flinches from his touch. “So are you okay?”
The sincerity and sweetness in Chord’s voice laces Chris’s sadness with a hint of anger. “No, I’m not.” He doesn't even bother to hide the vitriolic edge in voice, but the pain that flashes across Chord’s face because of it makes him somewhat remorseful. “I understand that you want out, and I appreciate your need to tell me face to face, but I’m just going to need time.”
“Chris?” Chord is beyond confused about what Chris is talking about. “I told you I can handle this and I haven’t change my mind.” He tightens his grip on Chris’s hand. “You’re kind of worth it and I still want to do this, but if you don’t want to, I understand.”
It takes awhile for what Chord is saying to actually sink in and when it does, he pulls Chord into a tight embrace. “No.. No! I want to do this, but I just thought... never mind what I thought, and you’re worth it too.”
“Okay, I’m going to kiss you now because this is all sounding too much like a L’oreal commercial.”
The kiss that Chord just intends to be a sweet, reassuring kiss turns into so much more as the emotions catch up with both of them.
Chord hops up and quickly locks the door, shedding all his clothes on the way back, while Chris gets rid of his and tosses them on the floor by the couch. Chord pushes Chris back unto the couch and straddles him, kissing him hard as he pins both of Chris’s arms above his head.
In the few months that they've been whatever they are, there’s been lots of hand jobs and blow jobs, and they’re definitely well acquainted with each other’s body, but this time is different. It’s more intense, and they both realize the minute that Chord begins grinding his hips down on Chris’s, that it’s going to head to a place that so far, they've managed to avoid.
Chord leans down and takes one of Chris’s nipples between his teeth, biting down and then tracing the bite marks with his tongue. He still has Chris’s arms pinned, but after he’s kissed his way up his chest and neck, he sits up and brings one of Chris’s hands to his mouth before taking three of his fingers in his mouth.
He soaks them good, taking his time to roll his tongue over each one before pulling Chris’s hand out of his mouth and finally releasing it. He’s made it painfully obvious what he wants Chris to do next, so there’s no need to control his actions anymore.
Chris raises his eyebrow seeking one more confirmation that this is what Chord wants. After receiving a subtle nod from Chord, he runs his thumb down Chord’s spine until he reaches his ass. He lightly traces around Chord’s hole with one of his slick fingers before slowly easing it in. His mind flashes back to the time he watched Chord do this to himself, and he knows that he doesn't have to take it easy as he slides in another finger.
Chord accumulates quickly and begins to rock himself back on Chris’s fingers. Once Chris starts to crook his fingers just in the right way, he loses the ability to sit up straight and collapses on top of Chris. There are always people buzzing around on the set and the walls of the trailer are thin, which makes Chord unable to yell out like he wants to. To help stifle his moans, he buries his face in the crook of Chris’s neck and bites down on the tender flesh.
Chord is extremely responsive and it doesn't take long before Chris is using all three fingers on him, twisting and stretching until Chord is a pliable, moaning mess on top of him. He removes his fingers, revelling in the disappointed whimper that escapes Chord’s mouth, and begins to stoke his own cock. “Condom?”
In desperation, Chord begins to rut against Chris once the fingers are removed, but stills at Chris’s question. “Shit.” Chord begins a frantic search for his pants and is grateful to see that they landed not far from the couch. He leans down to fetch them, fortunate that Chris hangs onto his waist or he would have toppled over. He sits back up, triumphantly holds the jeans up, and digs out a condom from the back pocket. After the jeans are tossed back to the floor, Chord rips open the wrapper with his teeth, takes one more look at Chris stroking himself, and rolls the condom on.
Chris bites down on his lip at the sight of Chord above him and in the knowledge of what’s to come. While Chord is rolling on the condom, which feels so good that he has to take a quick breather to stop himself from coming right then and there, Chris spits on his fingers and runs them across Chord’s entrance again to make sure that it’s slick enough.
After one more hard kiss, which is more teeth and tongue than anything else, Chord eases himself down on Chris’s cock. It’s so much more than fingers, and he stills himself for a few seconds while he tries to adjust. He leans down and flicks Chris’s nipple with his tongue to try and distract himself. Once he adjusts though, he begins to slowly rock his hips, making sure to keep eye contact with Chris the whole time.
Having a naked Chord Overstreet on top of you is breathtaking... Having a naked Chord Overstreet on top of you and fucking himself on your cock is almost enough to make him believe that there actually is a God. He doesn't move for awhile. He knows that Chord needs time to adjust, so he’s more than willing to allow Chord to set his own pace. However, once Chord begins to move, the tight heat that surrounds him is just too much and he begins to lift his hips to match Chord’s pace. “Fuck Chord.”
Chris is just a little too loud and if anyone just so happened to be walking by the trailer at that exact moment, they would for sure be busted. Chord traces Chris’s lips with his thumb before slipping it in between them to allow him to have something to bite down on. He really hopes that this isn't something he’s going to regret later and that he still has a thumb when this is all over when he feels Chris’s teeth start to sink in.
Their pace isn't frantic. Since this is Chord’s first time to be fucked, Chris is perfectly fine with the nice, slow pace that Chord has found. Plus he already knows that he wants to do this again as soon as possible, so there’s no need to cause more damage that would take a lot of time for Chord to recover. Still he wants to make sure that Chord gets the full effect, so while Chord’s hips are lifting up, Chris scoots down on the couch a bit and begins to thrust more at an angle.
The change of positions is subtle but highly effective. Chord’s breath hitches as he arches his back and quickly bites down hard on his lip to stop the moan that’s in the back of his throat. Luckily, Chris is doing a wonderful job of distracting him, and he doesn't even take notice of the bitter taste of iron that fills his mouth.
Chris knows he’s not going to last much longer. Between the sight of Chord riding him and the feeling of being buried deep inside of him, Chris is actually impressed that he’s managed to hold on for this long, but from the look on Chord’s face, Chris knows he not far off either. To try to help him out, Chris reaches up to pinch one of Chord’s nipple with one hand while the other one wraps around Chord’s dick and begins to stroke him.
It only takes a few strokes of Chris’s hand to push Chord over the edge. Between a litany of cuss words that Chord manages to breath out instead of scream like he wants to, he coats Chris’s stomach with come.
Chord clinches down so tightly, that with one more thrust, Chris has no other choice but to come. Through it all, Chord’s thumb remains intact, and after Chris has calmed down some, he gives it one more suck before allowing Chord to pull it free from his lips. He places a quick kiss to the tip before it moves too far away and then melts into the couch.
Chord gingerly lifts himself off Chris’s softening cock and pulls off the condom. On the way to the bathroom, there’s no denying that his ass twinges a bit but it’s nothing that he can’t handle. He throws away the condom and grabs a towel, splashing some cold water on his face, before heading back to Chris.
Chris looks like he’s in no mood to move and Chord can’t really blame him. He leans down to clean up the mess on Chris’s stomach, tosses the towel in the general vicinity of the bathroom, and nudges Chris’s legs over to give him some room to sit down.
Chris’s phone is on the ground by couch and Chord bends down to pick it up so that he can check the time. The first thing he sees is the twitter search of his username with over a thousand new mentions. He’s already checked them once this morning when he woke up, so he lets up a deep sigh because he knows what he’s going to read. And there they are, tweet after tweet raging at Chord for coming in between the great love that is Chris and Darren. He normally would find shit like this amusing, but now all he can do is shake his head.
Even though Chris can barely keep his eyes open, he forces himself to watch Chord’s reaction as he’s reading. “Any regrets?”
“Nope.” Chord answers without any hesitation. “I’m not going to let delusional fangirls ruin a great thing. What time do you need to be back on set?”
Chris tells them how long they have left then holds out his arms to Chord. “And for the record, I’m not having any either.”
“Good.” Chord sets the alarm and set the phone back on the floor. He leans down and presses one more kiss to Chris’s lips before settling down in his arms. “Surely there has to be a few fans out there that don’t want to string me up by the balls for stealing Darren’s man.”
“There’s always the... what do they call themselves... oh, kummers.” He presses a kiss to the top of Chord’s head and yawns as he pulls Chord in tighter. “I’m sure they’ll get a good kick out of this development.” His eyes are so heavy now that there’s no way he can keep them open.
“Well there ya go,” Chord let’s out a yawn of his own as he reaches behind them to grab the blanket that Chris has draped over his couch and throws it over both of them. “That totally makes it all worth it.”