RPF FIC: Loving, the southern way, Chord/Chris
Title: Lovin, the southern way.
Pairing: RPF: Chord/Chris
Rating: NC-17 (overall, in this part PG-13)
Word Count: 1069 in this part
Copyright: I don't represent not am I affiliated with any of the names herein. No offense is meant by this endeavor which is a fantasty and for pure entertaiment value. None of the events depicted herein happened or will happen,
Summary: From this prompt at the Kink Meme: Chord totally reams Chris into whatever surface they're on and then Chris is all giggly and incoherent afterwards.
Spoilers: Through Season 2 “Duets”
Notes: My apologies to Demi Moore fans for the dig at her. Even greater apologies to Puckurt fans, Mark fans, or Mark/Chris fans. I love Puckurt, I really do, but even I have to admit that if he’s not filmed just right, Mark looks his age or older.
Chris knows that look, it’ the one Mark used to give him, may still if he was around, but he’s not. He seems to avoid Chris now, where once they hung out and he watched over Chris, not that Chris needed it, but it was still nice. Chris understands though, really he does; Mark’s older and Chris can’t legally go into nightclubs, not that he would be inclined to after his first few ventures, it’s not his scene. A party in his trailer is one thing, he’s surrounded by friends, but out going out and carousing with complete strangers, not him. Nor is picking up or flirting with random attractive strangers, even if he knew how. So he get why once where Mark would twitter about him now and then he and Chord are best buddies now. Chord is over 21, a singer and songwriter, and they can have fun together. So he’s fine with it, it’s not like he had a crush on Mark or anything cause EWWW, old, and unlike Cory, he looks it (proof that drinking and partying all the time will age you, and he did not just think that, Kurt needs to shut up in his brain now). It’s just that Mark ignoring him sort of feels like high school when Scott and Anne told him they wanted to each lunch with him and then when he tried to join them laughed at him. Anyway, he knows that look, it’s the one Mark used to give him and Harry still does when he thinks Chris or Cory isn’t looking (because last time Cory caught him, he jokingly punched Harry in the arm, at least Chris thought they were joking around). He’s just not sure what it means, and the unpopular 14 year old that still resides in him (and how long will it take to exorcise him, he wonders) is scared to ask in case the jokes on him.
“Hey Chris, when we gonna party again?”
“Again?” Chord missed it, he was on some hayride or in Vegas with Mark, he forgets which.
“Yeah, again, I missed the first one, I won’t the next, especially if I get to dance with you.”
Okay, no way does that look mean what Chord just implied, he’s just showing he’s not homophobic. “You want to dance with me? I’m pretty sure Naya or Dianna are more your speed. Alex might object to you dancing with Dianna though.” Love scenes were one thing, even if Chris was betting that Quinn ended up back with Puck (as much as any character ‘ended up’ with anyone on the show), off screen flirting was different.
“Naw, don’t be so sure. Because like those chicks in Vegas would turn gay for Quinn, I might for you.”
He is so grateful he hasn’t opened his diet coke, he already knows how to do a spittake, he doesn’t need the practice. “Yeah, right.” That’s all he can think of to say, dammit where are screenwriters when you need them.
“Right, see we were drinking and don’t remember how the subject came up but it did and they said that, and right after they sort of passed out, and Mark and I kept going and he admitted he’d turn gay for you and I said I would too but I had first dibs because Sam was supposed to be Kurt’s boyfriend, even if that isn’t going to happen now, or is it?” Heck if Chris knows, this whole conversation has him confused and he really doesn’t want to think of Mark wanting him like that because, hello, 30 going on 40 in looks.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Let’s get this conversation rooted back in reality he figured.
“Nah, we broke up in August and Rumer’s just fun, nothing you’d wanna wake up with the next morning, or the morning after that and she knows it, that I think that, she’s kind of like her Mom like that I guess.”
Anything for publicity, is that what he means? Shaking his head, he tries to get back on track. “So why me, why not a girl?”
“I dunno. When I knew or thought Sam and Kurt were going to be together I figured I could deal, cause it’s acting and Kurt’s kinda of a pain sometimes, so nothing there for me but Sam would like him. Then you, you’re nothing like Kurt, you’re sort of a dork, don’t look like that, I meant in a cute kind of dorky sweet, sexy way. And then I read where Sam went to a boy’s boarding school and I figured I’d see what that was like and I googled, and it brought up a ton of stuff that kind of blew my mind and got me thinking, and I couldn’t stop and then I realized it was all with you and..”
Okay, he’s kind of adorable too, Chris has to acknowledge. “And?”
“And,” Chord slips closer and something of a southern accent that reminds him of Rhett and Ashley slips into Chord’s voice, “I figured it couldn’t hurt to tell you, Sweet thing, what I was thinking, because if you weren’t interested I’m a gentleman and I can take ‘no’ for an answer, but if you said yes, well Southern gentleman know how to treat you right. Gonna let me show you?”
“Here?” And he could do vocals for Alvin and The Chipmunks right now as high as his voice is, not that it seems to faze Chord, in fact his cast mate is pressing closer, so close that Chris can feel he’s not putting him on.
“For starters, after I could take you home, to my home, get you used to lovin the Southern way in a nice big bed.”
“And if I get used to it, what’s to keep me from going into withdrawals?”
“Trust me, Sweet thing, “ and the endearment combined with Chord’s warm breath on his ear and the sheer size of what is being rubbed against him, make Chris shiver, “I won’t let that happen.”
Chris twists, so he can really feel it only to be distracted by Chord’s mouth enveloping his own, the slick glide of tongue against his own, Chord’s fingers finding that spot just at the base of his neck and in his hair making him whimper, and that’s as much of a ‘yes’ as he can formulate just then.
TBC.
Pairing: RPF: Chord/Chris
Rating: NC-17 (overall, in this part PG-13)
Word Count: 1069 in this part
Copyright: I don't represent not am I affiliated with any of the names herein. No offense is meant by this endeavor which is a fantasty and for pure entertaiment value. None of the events depicted herein happened or will happen,
Summary: From this prompt at the Kink Meme: Chord totally reams Chris into whatever surface they're on and then Chris is all giggly and incoherent afterwards.
Spoilers: Through Season 2 “Duets”
Notes: My apologies to Demi Moore fans for the dig at her. Even greater apologies to Puckurt fans, Mark fans, or Mark/Chris fans. I love Puckurt, I really do, but even I have to admit that if he’s not filmed just right, Mark looks his age or older.
Chris knows that look, it’ the one Mark used to give him, may still if he was around, but he’s not. He seems to avoid Chris now, where once they hung out and he watched over Chris, not that Chris needed it, but it was still nice. Chris understands though, really he does; Mark’s older and Chris can’t legally go into nightclubs, not that he would be inclined to after his first few ventures, it’s not his scene. A party in his trailer is one thing, he’s surrounded by friends, but out going out and carousing with complete strangers, not him. Nor is picking up or flirting with random attractive strangers, even if he knew how. So he get why once where Mark would twitter about him now and then he and Chord are best buddies now. Chord is over 21, a singer and songwriter, and they can have fun together. So he’s fine with it, it’s not like he had a crush on Mark or anything cause EWWW, old, and unlike Cory, he looks it (proof that drinking and partying all the time will age you, and he did not just think that, Kurt needs to shut up in his brain now). It’s just that Mark ignoring him sort of feels like high school when Scott and Anne told him they wanted to each lunch with him and then when he tried to join them laughed at him. Anyway, he knows that look, it’s the one Mark used to give him and Harry still does when he thinks Chris or Cory isn’t looking (because last time Cory caught him, he jokingly punched Harry in the arm, at least Chris thought they were joking around). He’s just not sure what it means, and the unpopular 14 year old that still resides in him (and how long will it take to exorcise him, he wonders) is scared to ask in case the jokes on him.
“Hey Chris, when we gonna party again?”
“Again?” Chord missed it, he was on some hayride or in Vegas with Mark, he forgets which.
“Yeah, again, I missed the first one, I won’t the next, especially if I get to dance with you.”
Okay, no way does that look mean what Chord just implied, he’s just showing he’s not homophobic. “You want to dance with me? I’m pretty sure Naya or Dianna are more your speed. Alex might object to you dancing with Dianna though.” Love scenes were one thing, even if Chris was betting that Quinn ended up back with Puck (as much as any character ‘ended up’ with anyone on the show), off screen flirting was different.
“Naw, don’t be so sure. Because like those chicks in Vegas would turn gay for Quinn, I might for you.”
He is so grateful he hasn’t opened his diet coke, he already knows how to do a spittake, he doesn’t need the practice. “Yeah, right.” That’s all he can think of to say, dammit where are screenwriters when you need them.
“Right, see we were drinking and don’t remember how the subject came up but it did and they said that, and right after they sort of passed out, and Mark and I kept going and he admitted he’d turn gay for you and I said I would too but I had first dibs because Sam was supposed to be Kurt’s boyfriend, even if that isn’t going to happen now, or is it?” Heck if Chris knows, this whole conversation has him confused and he really doesn’t want to think of Mark wanting him like that because, hello, 30 going on 40 in looks.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Let’s get this conversation rooted back in reality he figured.
“Nah, we broke up in August and Rumer’s just fun, nothing you’d wanna wake up with the next morning, or the morning after that and she knows it, that I think that, she’s kind of like her Mom like that I guess.”
Anything for publicity, is that what he means? Shaking his head, he tries to get back on track. “So why me, why not a girl?”
“I dunno. When I knew or thought Sam and Kurt were going to be together I figured I could deal, cause it’s acting and Kurt’s kinda of a pain sometimes, so nothing there for me but Sam would like him. Then you, you’re nothing like Kurt, you’re sort of a dork, don’t look like that, I meant in a cute kind of dorky sweet, sexy way. And then I read where Sam went to a boy’s boarding school and I figured I’d see what that was like and I googled, and it brought up a ton of stuff that kind of blew my mind and got me thinking, and I couldn’t stop and then I realized it was all with you and..”
Okay, he’s kind of adorable too, Chris has to acknowledge. “And?”
“And,” Chord slips closer and something of a southern accent that reminds him of Rhett and Ashley slips into Chord’s voice, “I figured it couldn’t hurt to tell you, Sweet thing, what I was thinking, because if you weren’t interested I’m a gentleman and I can take ‘no’ for an answer, but if you said yes, well Southern gentleman know how to treat you right. Gonna let me show you?”
“Here?” And he could do vocals for Alvin and The Chipmunks right now as high as his voice is, not that it seems to faze Chord, in fact his cast mate is pressing closer, so close that Chris can feel he’s not putting him on.
“For starters, after I could take you home, to my home, get you used to lovin the Southern way in a nice big bed.”
“And if I get used to it, what’s to keep me from going into withdrawals?”
“Trust me, Sweet thing, “ and the endearment combined with Chord’s warm breath on his ear and the sheer size of what is being rubbed against him, make Chris shiver, “I won’t let that happen.”
Chris twists, so he can really feel it only to be distracted by Chord’s mouth enveloping his own, the slick glide of tongue against his own, Chord’s fingers finding that spot just at the base of his neck and in his hair making him whimper, and that’s as much of a ‘yes’ as he can formulate just then.
TBC.