AI - When The Love Runs High
When The Love Runs High
american idol. chris richardson/blake lewis. nc17.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Chris asked, voice laced with sarcasm. He bit the side of Blake’s chin and tongued over the newly shaven skin before continuing. “Because you have no idea.”
continuation of inflections & manuevers
“Hey Gina,” Chris murmured in a conspiratorial manner, discreetly using his hand to wave her over. The woman’s ears perked up immediately as she moved closer to where he was standing, away from the chatter of the other Idols as they all hung out in the makeup room after the show.
“What’s up?”
“How long do you think it’ll be before the van gets here?”
Looking at her watch, all she could do was shrug. “I don’t know, probably a good fifteen minutes, maybe less. Why?”
“Just wonderin’.”
The grin was big enough on his face to provoke Gina to narrow her eyebrows at him; Chris was never the kind of guy to just be wonderin’. He said things with purpose and she had a feeling she knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Are you gonna to do dirty things to Blake?” Gina asked quietly, crossing her arms over her chest. Chris opened his mouth and closed it again; unsure of how truthful he wanted to be with that particular answer. She spoke again before he could make up his mind. “Because someone probably should after that performance. I’m just sayin’.”
Chris smiled and pressed a light kiss against her temple as he gave her shoulders a squeeze. “You’re awesome, you know that?”
“Don’t you forget it,” she replied, grinning back at him. “Try not to be too long this time, I’m starting to run out of excuses.”
“Hey, we’re just going to the bathroom,” Chris answered nonchalantly, throwing her a wink as he began to walk away from her.
“Yeah, whatever,” Gina muttered under her breath as she wandered in the opposite direction, looking for Haley.
*
“Oof!”
It was a sound muffled against Chris’ lips as Blake was tackled on to the cold, yellow tiled wall of the bathroom Chris had pushed him in to. He’d probably find a tender bruise on his head later, but Chris was mauling his mouth at the moment. Frankly, Blake was pretty content to concentrate on that as tongues slipped frantically together while Chris gripped tightly at his hips.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Chris asked, voice laced with sarcasm. He bit the side of Blake’s chin and tongued over the newly shaven skin before continuing. “Because you have no idea.”
“About what?”
“How badly I was hurting. How you were making me uncomfortable,” Chris answered with his words hitting a lower register that was making Blake’s head spin. “I had to watch you practically have eye sex with all of America and you just had no fucking idea.”
“Oh yeah? You seem pretty sure of yourself Rich,” Blake said, pulling the other man closer by his belt loops. He stole a couple quick kisses before turning Chris so that his back was flush against the wall. “You should know better than that by now.”
He opened his mouth to retaliate, but he drew in a breath instead as he ground his cock against the heel of Blake’s open palm as it ran along the inseam of his jeans. Blake was teasing him now, occasionally rubbing with a few squeezes thrown in here and there as he traced patterns on the thick, dark denim. But Chris was so hard, just past the point of delicious pain; words were starting to fail him as heavy breathing took over. They didn’t have time to go slow with this and what killed him was Blake knew that.
“I know where your mouth should be right now,” Chris told him through gritted teeth, hoping to move things along. “The answer is somewhere under my zipper.”
“Ooh, I love riddles,” Blake smiled, sinking to his knees and obviously getting the point (much to Chris’ relief). He gratefully cupped the back of Blake’s head and twisted his fingers in the blond hair there, pulling on it as Blake worked his pants.
Wet heat encompassed him and Chris ignored the whimper that slipped out of Blake’s mouth in objection to his hair being pulled. Well, served him right for taking so long, but Chris let his hands fall to the other man’s neck anyway, massaging a tense muscle.
A vibration hummed all the way up to his hips and Chris bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in the moan that would surely echo off the walls. But Blake was attempting to beatbox on his fucking erection and after a performance like tonight’s, he was surprised his knees hadn’t already given out. Chris looked down at him, could feel Blake’s tongue trace slippery circles around the base, and shuddered as he allowed a tiny groan to fall out of his mouth.
He closed his eyes, but he could still see Blake: slow, measured moves to a hypnotic, familiar beat. The way he couldn’t look at anybody during the “who’s your daddy” line and the way Chris’ ears thrummed when he heard the word “rich.” They hadn’t even been together like that when Blake had picked this song out, but he must’ve just had a sixth sense about all this.
Blake’s tongue swiped over the sensitive head then, followed by a few deep thumping sounds and it was enough to push Chris over the edge and spill into Blake’s mouth as he let out the breath he was holding in. His shoulders went lax as he fell a little against the wall; looking down again, Chris could see Blake smirking up at him, rocking on the back of his heels.
The pounding on the door surprised both of them as it broke the silence in the bathroom. Chris quickly zipped up and they both heard a familiar voice.
“Van is here! We’re leaving without you this time!”
“Dammit,” Blake griped under his breath as he stood up and tried to get his own hard on under control. “You owe me.”
“Better hurry up, the van is here,” Chris replied, smiling as he ruffled his hand through Blake’s hair. He slipped out into the hallway and laughed when he heard ’I hate you’ as the door swung slowly shut behind him.
american idol. chris richardson/blake lewis. nc17.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Chris asked, voice laced with sarcasm. He bit the side of Blake’s chin and tongued over the newly shaven skin before continuing. “Because you have no idea.”
continuation of inflections & manuevers
“Hey Gina,” Chris murmured in a conspiratorial manner, discreetly using his hand to wave her over. The woman’s ears perked up immediately as she moved closer to where he was standing, away from the chatter of the other Idols as they all hung out in the makeup room after the show.
“What’s up?”
“How long do you think it’ll be before the van gets here?”
Looking at her watch, all she could do was shrug. “I don’t know, probably a good fifteen minutes, maybe less. Why?”
“Just wonderin’.”
The grin was big enough on his face to provoke Gina to narrow her eyebrows at him; Chris was never the kind of guy to just be wonderin’. He said things with purpose and she had a feeling she knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Are you gonna to do dirty things to Blake?” Gina asked quietly, crossing her arms over her chest. Chris opened his mouth and closed it again; unsure of how truthful he wanted to be with that particular answer. She spoke again before he could make up his mind. “Because someone probably should after that performance. I’m just sayin’.”
Chris smiled and pressed a light kiss against her temple as he gave her shoulders a squeeze. “You’re awesome, you know that?”
“Don’t you forget it,” she replied, grinning back at him. “Try not to be too long this time, I’m starting to run out of excuses.”
“Hey, we’re just going to the bathroom,” Chris answered nonchalantly, throwing her a wink as he began to walk away from her.
“Yeah, whatever,” Gina muttered under her breath as she wandered in the opposite direction, looking for Haley.
*
“Oof!”
It was a sound muffled against Chris’ lips as Blake was tackled on to the cold, yellow tiled wall of the bathroom Chris had pushed him in to. He’d probably find a tender bruise on his head later, but Chris was mauling his mouth at the moment. Frankly, Blake was pretty content to concentrate on that as tongues slipped frantically together while Chris gripped tightly at his hips.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Chris asked, voice laced with sarcasm. He bit the side of Blake’s chin and tongued over the newly shaven skin before continuing. “Because you have no idea.”
“About what?”
“How badly I was hurting. How you were making me uncomfortable,” Chris answered with his words hitting a lower register that was making Blake’s head spin. “I had to watch you practically have eye sex with all of America and you just had no fucking idea.”
“Oh yeah? You seem pretty sure of yourself Rich,” Blake said, pulling the other man closer by his belt loops. He stole a couple quick kisses before turning Chris so that his back was flush against the wall. “You should know better than that by now.”
He opened his mouth to retaliate, but he drew in a breath instead as he ground his cock against the heel of Blake’s open palm as it ran along the inseam of his jeans. Blake was teasing him now, occasionally rubbing with a few squeezes thrown in here and there as he traced patterns on the thick, dark denim. But Chris was so hard, just past the point of delicious pain; words were starting to fail him as heavy breathing took over. They didn’t have time to go slow with this and what killed him was Blake knew that.
“I know where your mouth should be right now,” Chris told him through gritted teeth, hoping to move things along. “The answer is somewhere under my zipper.”
“Ooh, I love riddles,” Blake smiled, sinking to his knees and obviously getting the point (much to Chris’ relief). He gratefully cupped the back of Blake’s head and twisted his fingers in the blond hair there, pulling on it as Blake worked his pants.
Wet heat encompassed him and Chris ignored the whimper that slipped out of Blake’s mouth in objection to his hair being pulled. Well, served him right for taking so long, but Chris let his hands fall to the other man’s neck anyway, massaging a tense muscle.
A vibration hummed all the way up to his hips and Chris bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in the moan that would surely echo off the walls. But Blake was attempting to beatbox on his fucking erection and after a performance like tonight’s, he was surprised his knees hadn’t already given out. Chris looked down at him, could feel Blake’s tongue trace slippery circles around the base, and shuddered as he allowed a tiny groan to fall out of his mouth.
He closed his eyes, but he could still see Blake: slow, measured moves to a hypnotic, familiar beat. The way he couldn’t look at anybody during the “who’s your daddy” line and the way Chris’ ears thrummed when he heard the word “rich.” They hadn’t even been together like that when Blake had picked this song out, but he must’ve just had a sixth sense about all this.
Blake’s tongue swiped over the sensitive head then, followed by a few deep thumping sounds and it was enough to push Chris over the edge and spill into Blake’s mouth as he let out the breath he was holding in. His shoulders went lax as he fell a little against the wall; looking down again, Chris could see Blake smirking up at him, rocking on the back of his heels.
The pounding on the door surprised both of them as it broke the silence in the bathroom. Chris quickly zipped up and they both heard a familiar voice.
“Van is here! We’re leaving without you this time!”
“Dammit,” Blake griped under his breath as he stood up and tried to get his own hard on under control. “You owe me.”
“Better hurry up, the van is here,” Chris replied, smiling as he ruffled his hand through Blake’s hair. He slipped out into the hallway and laughed when he heard ’I hate you’ as the door swung slowly shut behind him.