New fic :)
A one shot CAKE fic
Title: Casual
Author: Abs pierres_nuckfut
Pairing: CAKElicious
Rating: NC-17, smut baybeh...
Summary: Chris thinks that Blake thinks that what they have is casual (confusing isn't it, lol)
Disclaimer: as far as I know, this isn't real...
Author's Note: I wrote this fic for Ben silencegrenade whom just had a birthday, and whom also did the beta work for this fic, he = awesome :)
So, here it goes...
Casual glances, casual touches, casual kisses, casual fucks. Those were what they had. Nothing more but casual. And both of them were well aware of it, or supposedly aware of it.
But Chris was the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve. He couldn’t ignore things, especially when it came to emotion. He’d tried-God knew he’d tried really hard to think that what they have is only a casual thing, but ultimately he failed.
He had fallen head over heels for the beatboxer.
Heaving a sigh, Chris tilted his head a little. He could see the older man sleeping beside him. Blake’s arms wrapped around his waist while his head nuzzled on Chris’ chest. It felt so right. It felt so perfect.
If this was casual, then why did he feel so complete?
His thoughts wandered as he reiterated event after event that had led him to his current emotional position. He analyzed the sequence, forming a visual fault tree; trying to calculate the probability whether he would have success or have his heart broken. In the end, he knew that the risk was too damn high.
He realized that by loving Blake, he was committed to a catastrophe. A major one, indeed. There was no way that it would be a happy ending for him. But he couldn’t help it. Love had stricken him like a thunderbolt, and now all he could do was just wait for the consequences.
This was going to be a losing battle.
It was two a.m. and he really should get some sleep, Chris had just had mind-blowing sex with Blake, but all he could think about right now was his state of emotion toward Blake.
“Fuck,” Chris murmured.
Why can’t he just be settled to the way they were?
“Mm, I’d likathat,” Blake mumbled incoherently onto Chris chest, his right hand traveled down Chris’ torso, slowly making its way to Chris’ cock.
“What the-” Chris gasped as he felt Blake’s fingers going up and down his now rigid shaft. Just when Chris thought that the horny little fucker must be just dreaming of something erotic, Blake looked up and bit Chris’ jaw softly, licking his way up until he found Chris’ mouth.
Guessed Blake wasn’t sleeping at all, huh?
A moan escaped from Chris’ mouth as they parted the kiss. A smirk rose on Blake’s lips, emphasizing the smug look on his face. Chris could see Blake’s eyes darkened with lust.
“You likathat, doncha.” It was more of a statement rather than a question from Blake.
Before Chris managed a witty reply, Blake had started to nuzzle his neck. Biting, licking, and kissing all the way down his shoulder and then his chest. Stopping awhile when he found Chris’ nipple, sucking and caressing it before he moved to the other.
“Fuck,” another murmur came from Chris as Blake continued his magical touch.
“Be patient, baby,” Blake replied with a smirk, “we’ll get down to that.”
They just had sex three times in a row not more than an hour ago. And now, Blake wanted some more.
Was this guy for real?
Blake worked his way down and found himself just above Chris’ groin. Unhesitatingly, he started to lick the head of Chris’ cock, his tongue playing with the mushroom head for awhile, before cautiously swallowing down the shaft inch by inch.
Blake’s right hand found Chris’ balls, while he continued deep-throating Chris expertly. Blake’s other hand traveled down Chris’ chest, pinching his nipples one at a time, sending shiver down an already-horny-as-hell-Chris.
Another gasp came from Chris’ mouth, as he felt a finger prodding his sphincter. He didn’t know when Blake applied the lubricant to his fingers, but he surely could feel it as the slick finger moved in and out of his ass, caressing his prostate every now and again.
Chris was lost. He couldn’t think straight, hell, he couldn’t even think right then. Every single touch from Blake was pure heaven, short-circuiting every nerve in his body, sending mixed-up signals endlessly to his cerebrum.
He just couldn’t get enough of it, could he?
Just when he almost reached his climax, Blake stopped all of his misdemeanor actions abruptly, leaving Chris hanging on the verge of the ultimate sensation.
“Fuck, Blake!” Chris whimpered, cursing at the sudden lost of contact. Needing to release himself badly, he reached his hand to his dick. But before he managed to do that, Blake blocked his hand, trapping it by Chris’ side.
“Not yet, babe,” Blake reasoned in a low-sexy tone.
Chris could easily fight him off, but he didn’t do it. Actually, he loved how Blake seemed to have control over him.
After all, he was Blake’s ‘slave’.
Blake’s mouth found Chris’ once again, and trapped him in a heated kiss that seemed to last forever. Breaking off in need of air, Blake pulled up to his knees, hand reaching over and rummaging through the nightstand, searching for a condom.
Ripping the pack open with his teeth, Blake then rolled the latex down Chris’ dick and a puzzled look showed in Chris’ eyes. Smiling Blake reassured him with a kiss.
After putting some lubricant on Chris’ condom-covered-cock, Blake positioned himself, and slowly lowered his body onto the awaiting pole. A moan slipped from Chris’ mouth, as he felt the tightness of Blake.
This was where he belonged.
Blake moved up and down, and with each thrust, Chris was getting closer toward the edge. At a point, Blake shifted down, whispering, “switch over, C.”
Chris didn’t need to be told twice, as he maneuvered his body and with the flexibility of Blake’s body, they managed to swap positions - Blake’s back on the bed and Chris on top of him without losing contact. Leaning down to kiss Blake, Chris continued penetrating Blake tenderly, while his left hand reached out for Blake’s cock, giving friction which Blake really needed.
He wanted to make love, not just have sex.
A few thrusts later, Chris was cumming hard inside Blake, grunting some noncommittal words as he reached his powerful orgasm, collapsing on Blake. He pressed kisses to Blake’s neck as life returned to him.
Chris pulled his cock out of Blake, tossing away the condom. Realizing that Blake hadn’t gotten off, Chris moved down and started to work his tongue on Blake’s shaft.
“Fuck,” Blake grumbled as Chris’ tongue swept over his piss slit, sending electricity down his spine. A moment later, Blake’s cum spilled out into Chris’ mouth.
Oh, how Chris loved the taste of it.
Blake pulled Chris’ body up, once again trapping their mouths in another passionate kiss, tasting his cum on Chris’ tongue.
“Fuck, Chris. That was hott, dude!” Blake uttered as they broke their kiss.
“Yeah,” Chris replied somewhat unenergetically. It wasn’t that he didn’t think that what they had just done wasn’t great, but the thought that the sex was just nothing but casual for Blake dawned on him again.
“We should do that more often, yo,” Blake continued.
“Aren’t you tired or something?” Chris tried to turn the subject away.
“Nah, sex is a really good exercise, right?”
There it was. An obvious hint that Blake was thinking that it was nothing but a great-yet-casual fuck. Chris didn’t want to reply to that, hell, he didn’t need to hear that, so he pulled his body away slightly, concentrating on sleep rather than countering Blake’s words.
It was the time when he wanted more than just being Blake’s ‘slave’.
Getting no response, Blake nudged Chris’ ticklish spot.
“Blake, I’m tired…” Chris said somewhat telling the truth, hoping that Blake would just leave him alone.
Couldn’t Blake see that Chris was in a sensitive mood?
“Chris…”
Still got no response, Blake moved his body toward Chris’. Placing his right hand around Chris’ waist, while the left one snaked out behind his neck, Blake snuggled in closer. His lips found Chris’ ears, nibbling the sensitive skin gently.
Chris managed to hold back any reaction to Blake’s endeavor. Right then, he just wanted to disappear and return to when he could accept that what they had was just a casual thing.
But that was kind of impossible, wasn’t it?
“I love you, Chris,” Blake whispered tenderly into Chris’ ear.
Chris turned his head toward Blake, his heart beating a mile a minute. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.
Was he just imagining things?
Through the dim light of the room, Chris could see that Blake’s honey-tinted eyes were staring deep into his emerald ones. He saw something there. Blake was telling him the truth.
“Blake, I…” Chris stuttered.
“I know that you love me too,” a contemptuous line from Blake said it all.
“Yeah, I do love you,” Chris replied somewhat shyly, a blush making his face thirteen degrees redder.
“I’ve had it figured out for awhile, dude,” Blake smiled.
He should’ve known that he was easy to read.
Blake’s lips captured Chris’ for a leisurely kiss, followed by many other tiny kisses, as both of them cherished the moment.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“What we have is not casual,” Blake uttered the words clearly, “you better think of that before telling Gina about it.”
Well, that explained it all.
“G’night, Rich.”
“Night, B.”
A moment later, Chris could feel Blake’s steady breathing on his neck, a sign that he was asleep. He tightened his grip on Blake’s body, trying to gather as much contact as possible. Slowly but surely, Chris fell into a peaceful slumber.
Guess he could sleep peacefully, now that ‘casual’ was out of the picture.
---fin---
A/n: I'm sorry if it sucks, it's been awhile since the last time I wrote, and the fact that I'm not a good writer at all *sighs*, but please leave some comment, any comment would be appreciated.
<3 Abs
Title: Casual
Author: Abs pierres_nuckfut
Pairing: CAKElicious
Rating: NC-17, smut baybeh...
Summary: Chris thinks that Blake thinks that what they have is casual (confusing isn't it, lol)
Disclaimer: as far as I know, this isn't real...
Author's Note: I wrote this fic for Ben silencegrenade whom just had a birthday, and whom also did the beta work for this fic, he = awesome :)
So, here it goes...
Casual glances, casual touches, casual kisses, casual fucks. Those were what they had. Nothing more but casual. And both of them were well aware of it, or supposedly aware of it.
But Chris was the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve. He couldn’t ignore things, especially when it came to emotion. He’d tried-God knew he’d tried really hard to think that what they have is only a casual thing, but ultimately he failed.
He had fallen head over heels for the beatboxer.
Heaving a sigh, Chris tilted his head a little. He could see the older man sleeping beside him. Blake’s arms wrapped around his waist while his head nuzzled on Chris’ chest. It felt so right. It felt so perfect.
If this was casual, then why did he feel so complete?
His thoughts wandered as he reiterated event after event that had led him to his current emotional position. He analyzed the sequence, forming a visual fault tree; trying to calculate the probability whether he would have success or have his heart broken. In the end, he knew that the risk was too damn high.
He realized that by loving Blake, he was committed to a catastrophe. A major one, indeed. There was no way that it would be a happy ending for him. But he couldn’t help it. Love had stricken him like a thunderbolt, and now all he could do was just wait for the consequences.
This was going to be a losing battle.
It was two a.m. and he really should get some sleep, Chris had just had mind-blowing sex with Blake, but all he could think about right now was his state of emotion toward Blake.
“Fuck,” Chris murmured.
Why can’t he just be settled to the way they were?
“Mm, I’d likathat,” Blake mumbled incoherently onto Chris chest, his right hand traveled down Chris’ torso, slowly making its way to Chris’ cock.
“What the-” Chris gasped as he felt Blake’s fingers going up and down his now rigid shaft. Just when Chris thought that the horny little fucker must be just dreaming of something erotic, Blake looked up and bit Chris’ jaw softly, licking his way up until he found Chris’ mouth.
Guessed Blake wasn’t sleeping at all, huh?
A moan escaped from Chris’ mouth as they parted the kiss. A smirk rose on Blake’s lips, emphasizing the smug look on his face. Chris could see Blake’s eyes darkened with lust.
“You likathat, doncha.” It was more of a statement rather than a question from Blake.
Before Chris managed a witty reply, Blake had started to nuzzle his neck. Biting, licking, and kissing all the way down his shoulder and then his chest. Stopping awhile when he found Chris’ nipple, sucking and caressing it before he moved to the other.
“Fuck,” another murmur came from Chris as Blake continued his magical touch.
“Be patient, baby,” Blake replied with a smirk, “we’ll get down to that.”
They just had sex three times in a row not more than an hour ago. And now, Blake wanted some more.
Was this guy for real?
Blake worked his way down and found himself just above Chris’ groin. Unhesitatingly, he started to lick the head of Chris’ cock, his tongue playing with the mushroom head for awhile, before cautiously swallowing down the shaft inch by inch.
Blake’s right hand found Chris’ balls, while he continued deep-throating Chris expertly. Blake’s other hand traveled down Chris’ chest, pinching his nipples one at a time, sending shiver down an already-horny-as-hell-Chris.
Another gasp came from Chris’ mouth, as he felt a finger prodding his sphincter. He didn’t know when Blake applied the lubricant to his fingers, but he surely could feel it as the slick finger moved in and out of his ass, caressing his prostate every now and again.
Chris was lost. He couldn’t think straight, hell, he couldn’t even think right then. Every single touch from Blake was pure heaven, short-circuiting every nerve in his body, sending mixed-up signals endlessly to his cerebrum.
He just couldn’t get enough of it, could he?
Just when he almost reached his climax, Blake stopped all of his misdemeanor actions abruptly, leaving Chris hanging on the verge of the ultimate sensation.
“Fuck, Blake!” Chris whimpered, cursing at the sudden lost of contact. Needing to release himself badly, he reached his hand to his dick. But before he managed to do that, Blake blocked his hand, trapping it by Chris’ side.
“Not yet, babe,” Blake reasoned in a low-sexy tone.
Chris could easily fight him off, but he didn’t do it. Actually, he loved how Blake seemed to have control over him.
After all, he was Blake’s ‘slave’.
Blake’s mouth found Chris’ once again, and trapped him in a heated kiss that seemed to last forever. Breaking off in need of air, Blake pulled up to his knees, hand reaching over and rummaging through the nightstand, searching for a condom.
Ripping the pack open with his teeth, Blake then rolled the latex down Chris’ dick and a puzzled look showed in Chris’ eyes. Smiling Blake reassured him with a kiss.
After putting some lubricant on Chris’ condom-covered-cock, Blake positioned himself, and slowly lowered his body onto the awaiting pole. A moan slipped from Chris’ mouth, as he felt the tightness of Blake.
This was where he belonged.
Blake moved up and down, and with each thrust, Chris was getting closer toward the edge. At a point, Blake shifted down, whispering, “switch over, C.”
Chris didn’t need to be told twice, as he maneuvered his body and with the flexibility of Blake’s body, they managed to swap positions - Blake’s back on the bed and Chris on top of him without losing contact. Leaning down to kiss Blake, Chris continued penetrating Blake tenderly, while his left hand reached out for Blake’s cock, giving friction which Blake really needed.
He wanted to make love, not just have sex.
A few thrusts later, Chris was cumming hard inside Blake, grunting some noncommittal words as he reached his powerful orgasm, collapsing on Blake. He pressed kisses to Blake’s neck as life returned to him.
Chris pulled his cock out of Blake, tossing away the condom. Realizing that Blake hadn’t gotten off, Chris moved down and started to work his tongue on Blake’s shaft.
“Fuck,” Blake grumbled as Chris’ tongue swept over his piss slit, sending electricity down his spine. A moment later, Blake’s cum spilled out into Chris’ mouth.
Oh, how Chris loved the taste of it.
Blake pulled Chris’ body up, once again trapping their mouths in another passionate kiss, tasting his cum on Chris’ tongue.
“Fuck, Chris. That was hott, dude!” Blake uttered as they broke their kiss.
“Yeah,” Chris replied somewhat unenergetically. It wasn’t that he didn’t think that what they had just done wasn’t great, but the thought that the sex was just nothing but casual for Blake dawned on him again.
“We should do that more often, yo,” Blake continued.
“Aren’t you tired or something?” Chris tried to turn the subject away.
“Nah, sex is a really good exercise, right?”
There it was. An obvious hint that Blake was thinking that it was nothing but a great-yet-casual fuck. Chris didn’t want to reply to that, hell, he didn’t need to hear that, so he pulled his body away slightly, concentrating on sleep rather than countering Blake’s words.
It was the time when he wanted more than just being Blake’s ‘slave’.
Getting no response, Blake nudged Chris’ ticklish spot.
“Blake, I’m tired…” Chris said somewhat telling the truth, hoping that Blake would just leave him alone.
Couldn’t Blake see that Chris was in a sensitive mood?
“Chris…”
Still got no response, Blake moved his body toward Chris’. Placing his right hand around Chris’ waist, while the left one snaked out behind his neck, Blake snuggled in closer. His lips found Chris’ ears, nibbling the sensitive skin gently.
Chris managed to hold back any reaction to Blake’s endeavor. Right then, he just wanted to disappear and return to when he could accept that what they had was just a casual thing.
But that was kind of impossible, wasn’t it?
“I love you, Chris,” Blake whispered tenderly into Chris’ ear.
Chris turned his head toward Blake, his heart beating a mile a minute. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.
Was he just imagining things?
Through the dim light of the room, Chris could see that Blake’s honey-tinted eyes were staring deep into his emerald ones. He saw something there. Blake was telling him the truth.
“Blake, I…” Chris stuttered.
“I know that you love me too,” a contemptuous line from Blake said it all.
“Yeah, I do love you,” Chris replied somewhat shyly, a blush making his face thirteen degrees redder.
“I’ve had it figured out for awhile, dude,” Blake smiled.
He should’ve known that he was easy to read.
Blake’s lips captured Chris’ for a leisurely kiss, followed by many other tiny kisses, as both of them cherished the moment.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“What we have is not casual,” Blake uttered the words clearly, “you better think of that before telling Gina about it.”
Well, that explained it all.
“G’night, Rich.”
“Night, B.”
A moment later, Chris could feel Blake’s steady breathing on his neck, a sign that he was asleep. He tightened his grip on Blake’s body, trying to gather as much contact as possible. Slowly but surely, Chris fell into a peaceful slumber.
Guess he could sleep peacefully, now that ‘casual’ was out of the picture.
---fin---
A/n: I'm sorry if it sucks, it's been awhile since the last time I wrote, and the fact that I'm not a good writer at all *sighs*, but please leave some comment, any comment would be appreciated.
<3 Abs