Fic: To the Winner; NC-17 (sex, language)
Title: To the Winner...
Pairing: Evan/Chuck
Rating: NC-17 (sex, language)
Word Count: 1230
Notes: prompt - Chuck wins Lorne in a bet
“Look at him. He’s got to be a fucking good lay.”
Lieutenant Sean Kemp looked around the control room. “Who?”
“Lorne,” Chuck said simply indicating the officer talking to a group of marines. “He’s just so hot. And the worst part is that he doesn’t even know it.”
“Oh, he knows it.”
“Really? Because he seems like such a nice, laidback guy.”
“Believe me, he’s not.” Sean sat on the edge of the console as he spoke. “That bastard is nothing more than a self-aggrandizing pimp who enjoys having people under his thumb.” As he said it, he appraised Chuck and realized the words could apply to the technician.
“And what’s wrong with that?” Chuck asked lightly reveling in Sean’s discomfort.
“Nothing,” Sean said nervously. “Nothing at all.”
“Relax,” Chuck said with a laugh. “I just want to be on his radar. He doesn’t even know I exist outside of this uniform.” He looked over at Sean with a gleam in his eye.
“What?” Sean asked uncomfortably. As someone perpetually beholden to Chuck he knows what the look means.
“I want an introduction.”
“He already knows you.”
“On a personal level,” Chuck explained. “I know about your poker game. I want in.”
Sean’s eye went wide. “How do you know about that?”
“I know about everything,” Chuck said simply. “I want to hang out with you guys and for him to get to know me. And a word from you in my favor would easily wipe out a third of what you owe me.”
Sean thought over the suggestion for a moment. “Miller’s out on an extended mission and we could use a forth. We were getting together tomorrow night but thought about canceling. Do you play?”
Chuck snorts derisively. “Of course.”
“OK, then. I’ll arrange it.”
“Thanks.”
“Just…don’t spend all night drooling over him, please. He doesn’t need the ego boost.”
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“Not bad,” Evan said as he examined the cards Chuck laid down. “But not enough to win this hand.” He tossed his own cards down triumphantly.
“You’re better than I expected,” Chuck said as Sean gathered the cards to shuffle.
“He looks like a rookie,” Stackhouse grumbled about Evan, “but he’s a card shark. Pure and simple.”
“That’s right, boys,” Evan said as he leaned back, smirking. “You’re all at my mercy. Chuck, welcome to the club. You’re now my newest bitch.”
Chuck raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Evan eyed Chuck. “I won three games in a row. House rules state that you’re now my bitch.” He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. “Sean didn’t tell you? You’re mine, tech boy. For as long as I want.”
“And what does being yours entail?” Chuck asked.
“Anything and everything I want,” Evan said seductively.
Chuck raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“In that case,” Chuck said looking at the two other men around him. “Let’s make this more interesting: double or nothing. If I win the next hand, you’re mine. If you win…well let’s just say there will be no complaining.”
Evan smirked. “Promise me you’ll put up a fight. It’s so much better when newbies struggle a bit. I really like that.”
“Don’t remind me,” Sean muttered. “Evan, I don’t know if Chuck’s quite ready for that.”
“Oh, he is.” Evan’s tone became dark. “I’ve seen the way he watches me from his post,” he said looking at Chuck. “You’re cute and despite your innocent persona, I know you’re as much of a bastard as I am. If I win, it’s going to be hell for you.”
Chuck matched Evan’s smirk. “I guess I’ll just have to win, won’t I?”
---
“Oh, fuck…”
“Don’t worry,” Chuck said softly after removing Evan’s cock from his mouth. “I will.” He gently coaxed Evan to roll over. With the firm globes of Evan’s ass now on display, Chuck took a moment to drink them in before he leaned down to pepper them with light nibbles.
“I might be wrong but I thought I lost that round.” Evan groaned deeply when Chuck licked a wet stripe across his eager hole. “ ‘Cause right now it sure as hell feels like I hit the jackpot.” He writhed in pleasure as Chuck’s tongue began probing him progressively deeper. “I have to lose to you more often,” he said between gasps.
Chuck came up for breath. Laying his body on top of Evan’s he spoke huskily in to Evan’s ear. “No need to do that. I’ll happily eat or fuck your ass any day.” He punctuated his statement by grinding his erection against Evan’s ass.
“If you keep this up, I will definitely have to take you up on that.”
Chuck wrapped his arms around Evan and rolled off the bed onto his feet. With Evan in front of him, Chuck grasped Evan’s thighs and lifted the smaller man off his feet. “I hope you’re ready for this,” he said as he positioned Evan above his erection.
“Oh…oh…argh,” Evan grunted as he was lowered onto Chuck.
As gravity forced Evan lower on his cock, Chuck spoke darkly into Evan’s ear. “You’re mine now, flyboy. Like everything else in this city.” As he bottomed out, Chuck thrust his hips sharply earning a yelp from Evan. “I thought you flyboys were good at taking dick.”
“We suck it; the navy takes it,” Evan quipped.
“Well you better learn quickly,” Chuck said as he lifted Evan and let him fall back down on his cock.
Chuck set up a steady rhythm using Evan’s body as a fleshlight. Too soon he felt himself approaching orgasm. Moving back to the bed, he laid Evan on his back and set up a slower pace as he stared down at the airman.
“Open your eyes,” Chuck commanded. Blue, unfocused eyes stared back at him. “I want to watch you watch me when I come. I want to see it when you feel my load in your ass.”
“That’s kinky and hot as hell.”
“So are you.” Chuck leaned down and took Evan’s mouth in a rough kiss. “So much better than I imagined,” he said against Evan’s lips when they separated.
“Just wait until you’re on the receiving end. I’ll give you a ride to remember.”
“I hope you remember this,” Chuck said as he flooded Evan’s passage as he continued to thrust in and out of Evan.
As he felt Chuck unload within him, Evan wrapped his hand around his own cock in an attempt to reach orgasm only to have it slapped away. “What the hell?”
“I’m not finished,” Chuck said with a smirk. He pulled his still hard dick completely out then thrust it back inside Evan, enjoying the wet sound it made. “You’re my new toy, Evan. I’m going to play with you for a while tonight.”
As Chuck grasped Evan’s wrists and held them above his head, Evan moaned at the show of possession. “Just know Sheppard’ll kill you if you break me.”
“No worries,” Chuck said into Evan’s ear. “I do more than fill his coffee cup on the night shift. He won’t dare say a word if he ever wants a good dicking again.”
“Fuck, you’re hot like this,” Evan said between moans. “I wish I had known it sooner.”
“No worries, we're going to make up for lost time. I won you and I plan to take full advantage of my winnings.”