Fic Time!
So, first off, I can't apologise enough for my lack of existing on here recently. RL has absolutely been kicking my ass over the last month or so, but I'm hoping things will change from now on so I'll be around a bit more often. Second, I haven't forgotten about any of your prompts, I swear; between everything that's happened, I've had complete writers block, but again, I'm hoping things will change. So, this is an Xmas fic written for the simply amazing darkangel_0410; I know I've apologised for how late it is, and I'm sorry if it sucks, but hopefully it'll at least put a smile on your face hun. Hope you guys all enjoy this!
Title: Lonely This Christmas
Author: Hayley, energy_purple
Pairing: Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 5725
Warnings: Angst, fluff, just a little bit of smut, possible OOC... Just general rubbish really.
Summary: Christmas was supposed to be the time of coming together. After one argument, Chris doesn't believe that it'll happen this year, but is he right?
The decorations had been up for what seemed like months, the bright sparkly lights and tinsel that seemed to wrap around every inch of the apartment making it seem more like Santa's Grotto than somewhere that people could actually live. Alex had insisted that there was no such thing as too much when it came to the festivities or the migraine-inducing vibrancy of them, and Chris, finding he didn't have the heart to disagree with Alex when he was so excited had helped him to make up the apartment to the point that if anybody else had walked into the apartment and glanced around rather quickly, they'd have been convinced they were having an acid trip. There were half-empty tins of chocolate that sat on the side, despite false promises that neither one of them would dip into them before Christmas day, and torn slivers of plastic shoved between sofa cushions from the mammoth stash of candy canes that had already been devoured.
There was just something about the Christmas season that made both Chris and Alex act like even bigger kids than they already did; maybe it was that Christmas magic, or maybe it was just the shit lot of sugar they usually went through, but Chris couldn't deny that Christmas was one of those holidays that both the Guns threw their hearts and souls into celebrating. Despite the age-old saying of Christmas being too outdated for adults, they both still insisted on chocolate Advent calenders, having stockings up - although, not neccessarily the types of stockings that people would expect, especially not sheer and lacy ones they'd taken as a souvenir from one of their threesome fucks the year before - and spending half of Christmas Eve bouncing around with excitement as they forced each other through various means of persuasion not to open their presents up before 6am on Christmas morning.
Granted, Chris conceeded, they usually gave up and had ripped them all open by 1am in the morning, but at least they'd started out with good intentions, and at least they had fun with the presents they'd buy each other; of course, 90% of the time, most of the presents would've been christened in spectacularly sexy fashion within an hour or so of them being opened, but it was the thought that counted. Chris couldn't help but give a slightly sly smile as he cast his eyes over the various shapes and sizes of gifts that were already laying under the tree; he already had a pretty accurate idea of one of the bits that Alex had brought for him, and the thought of Alex coming home to find him lying in bed, waiting for him with the present beside him was one that Chris was incredibly tempted to bring to life as he felt his cock twitch just a little within his jeans.
It was Christmas Eve, and although Chris knew that leaving his wrapping right up to the last second was more stress than it was worth, he had to wait until Alex was out of the house before he could bring them out for wrapping. God forbid if Alex was there when Chris was trying to secretly sort out his presents; Alex could be worse than a child, trying to find various methods of sneaking into the room so he could see what Chris had got him, or trying to blackmail it out of Chris ahead of time, so Chris was going to use the opportunity of some relative peace and quiet to finish up the last minute essentials before Alex came in and made it impossible to do so.
Chris gave a slight sigh as he glanced up at the clock on the wall, feeling somewhat agitated. Alex had been called all the way down to Florida a couple of days before so he could shoot some random shit for the tapings and the website that they both knew would probably never get used anyway, but Alex knew he couldn't really refuse the offer of a little bit of extra money for them to live off, so they'd both agreed on the condition that Alex could leave early enough so that he'd be able to fly back to Detroit in time to join Chris and their families for the holidays.
They'd kept in constant contact since he'd left, finalising details about whose family they were going to on which day, making sure they had everything in they needed, and generally just irritating the shit out of each other like usual. When Alex had phoned the night before, he'd said that he should be landing in Detroit around 5pm that day, which would leave them with plenty of time to finish off their preparations - like wrapping the presents - and to enjoy each other's company before the mad rush of Christmas actually set in and reduced the amount of valuable time they'd be able to spend without various members of each others families butting their noses in like usual.
5pm had already come and gone, and there hadn't been a single word from Alex, something that had made Chris feel slightly uneasy. He'd tried texting him multiple times, and every time he'd received no reply; after an hour solid of no news, Chris had tried to phone him instead, and every time he'd been greeted with Alex's answerphone. Eventually reasoning with himself that it was probably just crappy signal at the airport, or that Alex's flight was just running behind by a couple of hours, Chris had attempted to occupy himself by throwing himself into his wrapping and decorating with gusto, hoping that by the time he'd finished, he'd have at least heard from Alex, even if he wasn't going to be quite on time.
So far, he'd had no luck. Even as he finished wrapping up the last couple of presents, adorning them lavishly with over girly ribbons and bows in an attempt to curb his growing anxiety, before fussing for what seemed like hours to find the perfect place for them in the giant mound of packages and boxes that sat underneath the tree, Chris couldn't help but to keep stealing glances at his phone and the clock. He kept telling himself that it wouldn't be more than 5 minutes before Alex was calling to tell him he was just around the corner, or strolling in and attacking Chris before having his obligatory mug of Eggnog, but with every 5 minutes that passed, Chris could feel his gut knotting up just a little bit.
Telling himself firmly to stop acting like such a bitch over what was probably nothing more than some technical hitches and time delays, Chris took a deep breath before sitting back on his heels to admire his handywork. He noticed with a roll of his eyes that Alex had clearly spent more money than he had on him, judging by the sheer volume of gifts and bags under the tree that had his handwriting on them, but Chris was used to that; Alex had never been one for overly emotional declarations of love and affection, and trying to get Alex to admit his feelings was a mission in and of itself. Chris, in comparison, had always been quite an emotional and caring kind of guy, even though not many people would have thought it with the iron control he kept on himself, and he had never had any problem with openly telling Alex just how much he meant to him.
Alex, being a lot more uncomfortable with those sorts of things, had always resorted to being materialistic, somehow thinking that buying Chris shit tons of things that he always inevitably broke, lost or just never used was an ideal way for him to make up for his obvious lack of openess in regards to his emotions for Chris. It didn't bother Chris really; he knew that Alex loved him, maybe even stronger than he loved Alex sometimes which was an almost impossible thought in itself, but he sometimes wished that Alex would try to drop that cool and cocky facade he had and be honest with him in a way that didn't involve him crying at his bank statement every holiday.
Suddenly, Chris' phone started vibrating on the arm of the chair, and it was only when it fell off onto the floor, playing the Misfits at full blast that Chris realised it was Alex actually calling him. Reaching over, Chris propped himself up against the front of the sofa behind him; he couldn't help but start to bop his head along in time to the music, singing the lyrics under his breath with a grin as he got absorbed in listening to the song, and it was only when he saw the phone screen start to darken up that he remembered exactly what he was supposed to be doing. Flipping the phone open, Chris lounged back against the cushions, an easy, slightly more relaxed smile gracing his face.
"Hey Lex, where the hell are you fucktard? Don't tell me you got distracted by some sexy ass piece of meat and got yourself lost again."
"Hey... Chris," Alex breathed gently down the phone, and Chris instinctively knew that there was a problem. There was no childish excitement or smugness in his voice, only something that sounded watered down and slightly somber compared to normal, and Chris unconsciously sat up straighter. "We might have a slight proble- hey, watch it asshole! - Sorry about that," Alex sighed irritatedly down the phone before he continued, his tone instantly becoming more soft and low as he let out a deep breath. "We have a problem."
"Well, what kind of problem?" Chris asked, feeling slightly worried from the edge of depression and sobriety in Alex's words as he cast a glance back up at the clock. "When are you getting back anyway, 5pm was like 3 hours ago. Are you just that shit at keeping time, or do you not want to see me?" Chris teased, trying to break the tension he could feel building as Alex gave a long pause.
"That's the problem," Alex admitted quietly. "I don't know when I'm getting back."
"Don't know? What the hell do you mean you don't know? Where are you?"
"I'm still in Florida."
Chris literally felt every bit of air leave his lungs as he slouched back against the sofa, his mouth and his eyes wide with disbelief. Alex could obviously sense Chris' reaction, as after another lull of silence that seemed to go on forever, he carried on, his voice just as quiet and laced with deep regret and sadness. "All flights out have been cancelled because of the snow, and they don't know yet when the next flights will be going out."
"Wait," Chris questioned rather sharply, "Snow? What fucking snow? There's barely anything up here!"
He heard Alex take in a deep sigh down the other end of the line, and Chris instantly winced at the hint of anger he'd felt in his tone; he didn't mean for Alex to feel any worse than he apparently already did, but with every second that passed, the implications of what Alex had just said began to hit him hard, and Chris could feel the frustatration and numbness spread through him. He didn't need to apologise though; he knew - well he hoped anyway - that Alex would know that the touch of venom in his words wasn't meant for him personally, and when Alex gave a slight chuckle, Chris knew he was in the clear.
"Yeah, well that's Detroit dude, we don't get proper seasons," Chris had Alex give another uncomfortable laugh, and he could vividly picture the way that Alex would be rubbing the back of his neck at that moment in time. "We got hit really bad down here overnight, a good few feet or so and it's still blowing fucking major blizzards. Christ, do you not watch the news?"
"I've been busy with other things," Chris replied after a moment's silence, his voice still stunned as it had been mere moments before, and he couldn't shake off the swell of emotion that was beginning to sneak up on him as he rubbed his free hand down his face. "I mean, can't you find out when the next flights are or something? Surely they can't all be cancelled, there's got to be some way you can get back, right?" Chris hated that hint of desperation that he knew Alex could hear clear as day; he despised the idea of being upset or vulnerable over things he had no control over, and he hated it even worse when Alex wasn't physically beside him to reassure him that it was all fine.
"For fucks sake Chris, I've tried, okay? I've Goddamn tried every motherfucking option I can! What the hell do you expect me to do, huh?" Alex growled out the words, his temper obviously getting shorter, and Chris couldn't help but flinch at the venom in Alex's words. "Do you think I've just been sitting here on my fucking ass doing nothing? At least I'm trying to make a fucking living and bring some money in, unlike you, you lazy ass motherfucker! You get one fucking injury, and you turn into the biggest fucking pain in the ass in the world! The whole reason I even agreed to do this fucking taping was to get a break from you; you're such a clingy bitch sometimes! You've been driving me fucking insane now for months, do you think I could give a shit if we missed one stupid fucking day together?"
Chris fell completely silent. He could barely believe that what he had heard was actually real, and all of a sudden, his chest began to tighten as his next breath got caught in his throat. His head was reeling from what Alex had just said, and as he let out a shallow, stuttered sigh, unable to keep the emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface from rearing its ugly head, he could hear the way that Alex immediately started trying to back peddle.
"Shit, Chris, I'm so sorry! I didn't... I don't mean that, I swear. It's just I'm so angry and pissed off right now that I'm stuck here, and I just... I'm sorry. I've loved being able to spend the extra time with you, and you probably haven't been anywhere near as bad as I was when I did my collarbone in, I just got carried away. I'm so sorry! Chris? Chris, please say something."
Chris still couldn't bring himself to speak, and as the seconds drew on, he could hear a faint thud that suggested to him that Alex had just taken out all of his frustrations on a wall or some other hard object that just so happened to be nearby; the muffled "shit" he heard told him that it probably didn't work either, and Chris was caught somewhere between concern and spiteful anger as his vision started to blur from the film of tears that were helplessly welling in his eyes.
"Chris?" Alex's voice had become quite decidedly lower and thicker with unspoken feelings, and Chris could hear the regret in his words, but he still felt his stomach knot up at everything Alex had screamed at him. "Chris, I'm sorry. You know I want nothing more than to be there with you, I know you do, and I can't promise you enough how much I swear to make up for all of this when I get back home. All I wanted was to give us some more money and opportunities, I didn't mean any of what I said. You know that I... I lov-"
A loud series of beeps rang out through the phone, followed by complete silence as the phone cut off, and Chris' eyes slipped closed as he felt the tears oveflow and begin to slowly roll down his face. The one fucking time that Alex had ever been able to muster together the courage to say those three little words, and Chris couldn't tell if they were real or not, if he was just saying them to make Chris feel better after all of the shit Alex had slung at him for showing just a little bit of concern or whether he actually meant them. Worse even, Chris could feel the anger and the sadness roiling in his gut as he sat propped against the front of the chair; did Alex mean what he had said?
Sure, him and Alex had been clashing a little bit more than usual, and it was fair to say that the two of them being couped up together for months on end and being unable to do anything because of Chris' knee probably hadn't been the smoothest of rides, but Chris couldn't bring himself to imagine the idea that Alex was getting sick and tired of him, or that he was driving Alex to his breaking point. And okay, so Alex had said it was all down to "getting carried away," but Chris knew that things said in the heat of the moment invariably had a kernal of truth in them, otherwise they never would have slipped out in the first place.
Chris glanced down at the phone in his hand, and as the little flashing words of "call ended" were replaced by a photo of him and Alex with some of their other friends from one of the PWG shows they'd done the year before, the two of them looking every bit the image of love and happiness with Alex's arm slung over Chris' shoulders, Chris suddenly felt that wave of anger inside his gut explode. "Fuck it!" He snarled out as he threw the mobile across the room with every inch of strength he could muster.
Chris watched dispassionately as it smashed against the far wall, little shards of glass and plastic splintering everywhere as it broke into several pieces on the carpet, but it did nothing to soothe the torrent of emotions and uncertainty that were crackling through Chris as he swung his fist back into the chair repeatedly, trying to release all of the pent up anger and sadness that had built up during the phone call. It was completely futile though, and as a wave of pain began to flood his knuckles, Chris could only feel his rage be increasingly overwhelmed by the sorrow and numbness that was starting to peek through as he wiped his face furiously to try and get rid of the tears, thoroughly annoyed with himself for visibly showing how much Alex's words had affected him.
Slouching back against the chair with a huff, Chris let his eyes scan around the room, his heart clenching up painfully tight in his chest as he took in all of the Christmas decorations, the presents, the food, all of the fun of the festive season that Alex should have been there to enjoy with him. Now though, he felt almost isolated and out of place amongst the vibrant colours, and the idea that he had potentially messed things up with Alex all because he'd wanted Alex to come home was one that had the bitterness and depression growing even stronger.
All of a sudden, he pushed himself up off of the floor; he couldn't stand to be sitting in a room so bright and cheerful with all of that child-like wonder and magic of Christmas when he just felt like he was going to fall apart at the seams through nothing more than his own self-loathing, and the faster he left its almost suffocating presence, the better it would be. Marching over towards the door that led out towards his and Alex's bedroom, Chris caught sight out of all of the bottles of alcohol that were sitting on the sideboard awaiting theirs and their friends attention, and he couldn't help but grab one of the large bottles of Whiskey.
Maybe drinking himself into a stupor would be enough to salvage the rest of the night, and maybe it would be enough to make him even forget about Christmas and stupid fucking arguments with his stupid bastard of a boyfriend, Chris thought darkly as he unscrewed the cap, taking a deep swig of booze; it burned his throat, and he winced at the taste just slightly - Alex tended to be more of a spirit drinker than he was - but it didn't stop him from drinking down another mouthful as he stormed off to their bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing around the otherwise empty apartment.
Chris wasn't entirely sure how long he had been sleeping when he heard the slightest of noises coming from somewhere in the apartment, but the heavy alcohol-fuelled haze around his brain was assuring him bitterly that it hadn't been anywhere near long enough as he buried his head deeper into the pillow with an agitated groan. He couldn't even work out why he had even been woken up; the empty bottle of Whiskey that he seemed to be hugging close to his body in a visual that would have shamed an alcoholic emphatically told him that he should have been out for the count, but thankfully, the moment he shifted restlessly on top of the covers - he may have had enough wherewithall to strip to his boxers, but certainly for nothing that went much further than that - the numbing blanket of slumber overtook him again, and it wasn't long before he had drifted back off asleep again.
No matter how hard Chris tried to dream about more pleasant things though, his mind was always drawn back to the vicious words that Alex had screamed at him through the now destroyed mobile in the living room, and despite his attempts to reason with his unconscious self that their argument was one that could be easily smoothed over, Chris couldn't help but worry that things had gone too far this time. The images in his mind of him and Alex fighting when Alex finally got home, of Alex walking away from him, of packing up his bags and leaving were starting to become rather vivid, and that was something that scared Chris beyond belief.
In an instant, all of the tension seemed to abandon Chris' body. Chris had no idea why that was, but he instinctively felt the urge to relax as he felt a soothing warmth run through every muscle in his body, and the rather amusing notion that Chris had drunk himself to the point of alcohol poisoning was one that was briefly contemplated in Chris' subdued and darkly depressed state, but when Chris suddenly felt a wave of heat bathe his back and a slight ticklish sensation crawl down his side, almost as if somebody was dragging their fingers down the length of his ribs, his amusement was replaced by contentment as he settled into a more familiar, more desired dream of him and Alex together.
The fingers that brushed down his ribs ventured lower and lower, and as they gradually began to travel just slightly to stroke down the dips and rivulets of his abdomen, Chris could feel his stomach naturally tighten in response to the sense memory of Alex's fingers against his skin. The palm of Alex's hand began to massage soft, teasing circles into Chris' flesh, his thumb straying in its movements to rest just beneath the waistband of Chris' boxers and give barely-there touches to the sensitive region just above his groin, and Chris could feel his cock just starting to twitch and stir within the confines of the thin material.
The heat hitting his back suddenly became stronger, cloying almost, but Chris couldn't help but find comfort in the memory of Alex curled up around him, the shared warmth of their bodies and the feel of hard, toned muscle pressed possessively to his own making him feel safe in a weird, almost horribly girly kind of way. Despite the knowledge that Alex was thousands of miles away and that he probably wasn't very happy with him making the edge of depression and loathing creep in just slightly, Chris let himself revel in the dreams and his longing of Alex being back, knowing that this one night of dreaming and memories would probably be the only good thing that would happen to him this Christmas.
A gentle, biting kiss was placed on the curve of Chris' shoulder, and as they very slowly trailed up the length of Chris' throat, the bites gradually getting just a little bit harder and sharper the further up the tender flesh of Chris' neck they went, Chris felt a soft moan escape his lips, and as Alex's mouth latched onto his throbbing pulse point, sucking and licking firmly as the tips of his fingers disappeared into the top of his boxers, lazily dragging against his semi-erect cock; the moan became more breathy and husky as Chris instinctively let his head fall back just enough to allow his dream-Alex better access to his throat as he let his own hand follow the path that Alex's had taken down his abdomen and groin and into his obscenely tight boxers.
All of a sudden, Chris paused as the tips of his fingers ran over what felt like very real flesh. His entire body went stiff as his confusion took over and temporarily overrode the lust and hunger that had began to roar through Chris' drunken body, and when he felt Alex's hand move under his own, nudging his own away as Alex curled his fingers very softly around the base of Chris' cock before letting them start to work over his hardening erection frustratingly slowly, Chris forced himself to open his eyes, knowing that he could possibly be seconds away from shattering the allusion and finding himself wallowing in his own despair once more.
He wasn't though; after blinking for a few moments to try and clear the fuzziness from his vision, he glanced down the length of his body, and when he saw Alex's arm wrapped around his stomach, Alex's hand deep inside his boxers and his fingers continuing to stroke his cock, Chris felt his mouth go dry. A sharp bite to his neck made Chris helplessly arch backwards even further, and when he felt Alex smile deviously against his throat, the ragged brushing of his hot breaths against the gradually darkening flesh sending shivers rolling up the length of his spine, Chris couldn't help but peer over his shoulder, his glassy eyes meeting Alex's in the darkness of the room.
The second their eyes met, Chris breath caught in his throat, and his disbelief was painted all over his face. He was clearly hallucinating. He had gone mad. All of the alcohol and weed over the years had finally fucked with his head, because there was no way that Alex was laying there next to him, a soft and easy smile on his face as he gazed back at Chris with equal amounts of affection and deep regret. Alex was in Florida. Alex was pissed off beyond belief with him. Alex wasn't coming home from Christmas, and Chris couldn't help but instinctively roll over onto his back, Alex's hand being pulled out of his boxers and his mouth being knocked from his neck in the process, unable to do anything else in his current state of shock as he stared up at Alex, his nerves completely shot.
All that could be heard around the room was the sound of Chris' uneven and heavy panting; if this Alex was a figment of his imagination, then his imagination obviously knew exactly how to get him off, Chris thought rather fleetingly as he bit down slightly on his bottom lip out of worry. However, all notions that this was nothing more than a product of Chris' own mind were shattered when Alex reached his hand out, softly cupping the side of Chris' face as he let the tips of his fingers tenderly stroke over his cheek in a reassuring way.
"Chris," Alex whispered sadly, his gaze dropping to the covers for a brief few seconds before he recovered enough semblance of courage to look Chris in the eye again. "I'm so sorry about earlier. I never meant a word of what I said. I was just so angry and upset about the idea that I'd be away from you for Christmas that I lashed out, but you didn't deserve any of what I did. I couldn't bear the thought of letting you think that I hated you - not when nothing could be further from the truth, so I managed to cash in a favour one of the guys owed me so I could get back to at least be able to spend just a little bit of Christmas day with you."
Chris just stared at Alex in stunned silence, all of the previous emotions he thought he'd managed to drown underneath a bottle of Whiskey crawling back upto the surface, and as the tears that had budded in the corners of his eyes slowly trailed down his face without his permission once more, Chris saw the way that Alex' expression immediately changed from one of pouring out all of his thoughts to one of marked concern as his free hand came to rest on Chris' stomach, tracing unidentifiable patterns against the still tensed flesh.
"Please Chris, believe me, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, I never meant any of this to happen," Alex paused, and Chris could see him struggling to regain his composure as he took a deep breath, looking Chris dead in the eye. "I... I love you."
Alex' face had flushed a deep red through embarrassment as he murmured out those three little words that Chris had been dying to hear for months, and Chris couldn't help but feel his face flood with all kinds of feelings for Alex as Alex wiped away the tears that had rolled down his face. Giving a raspy chuckle that was more down to the alcohol he had drunk than to any overwhelming of emotion, Chris gave Alex a bright smile, his eyes lighting up warmly. "I love you too, you stupid bastard."
A look of mock hurt crossed Alex's face for a brief few seconds before it was overtaken by that trademark grin of his, and as he crawled slightly further up the bed, he bent down over Chris so that he could whisper in his ear, his breath bathing the sensitive skin in thick heat and making Chris shiver in spite of himself. "So, I hope you've been keeping this bed nice and warm for me, because I've got to make up for some lost time."
Before Chris could even respond, Alex pressed his lips firmly to Chris' own, his fingers curling tightly into Chris' hair as he straddled Chris' waist. Chris gave a moan when Alex ground his hips down teasingly into his groin, his cock so damn hard from all of the previous stimulation that Chris almost felt as if his brain was going to melt as he opened his mouth just enough to bite down hard on Alex's bottom lip. Alex growled against his lips, and before Chris could do anything, Alex had grabbed his wrists, pinning them tight to the bed as his tongue drew firmly across Chris' lips, demanding an entrance that Chris couldn't deny him even if he had wanted to.
Alex's tongue sliding possessively into the heat of Chris' mouth, Alex attacked Chris' lips with an almost uncontrollable hunger, both of them fighting for dominance as Alex continued to grind down hard into Chris, his own cock stiffening as it rubbed hard against Chris' own, and when Chris gave out a breathy moan from the sensation, Alex forced the advantage, ravaging Chris' mouth with reckless abandon as his lust grew even further; he could taste the coppery hint of blood against his tongue from the ferocity of the kiss, and it did nothing but fuel the desperate hunger crashing through Alex's body as he gripped both of Chris' wrists with own hand, his other trailing down Chris' arm before wrapping firmly around his throat. He felt Chris' cock twitch uncontrollably against his groin as he dug his thumb hard into Chris' pulse point, and Alex just pulled away from Chris' lips roughly with a smirk.
Chris' eyes had turned almost an inky blue with pure unadulterated lust as he panted heavily, his heart thudding in his chest as Alex tightened the grip around his neck, and he couldn't help but let out an almost guttural moan when Alex leant down, biting down on an exposed part of his throat before digging his teeth in and sucking so damn hard that Chris knew he was going to be bruised for days. Alex's mouth travelled further down his shoulder, and Chris could feel warm dots and streaks of blood running down his flesh as Alex let go of Chris' wrists, scratching his nails down Chris' sides before latching onto his hips as he forced his lower body down into the bed.
Alex flicked the tip of his tongue teasingly across Chris' nipple, giving a dark chuckle at the shudder that wracked Chris' body before he let his tongue draw across the nub for just a little bit longer, loving the way that Chris arched up into his mouth. Alex craved each and every response that Chris gave, whether it was just the slightest hint of a moan that escaped against his will, or the way that Chris breathed out his name when he came, and the knowledge that he'd made Chris believe that he didn't want him, that he'd gotten sick and tired of him, spurred Alex on to torture Chris in the most indulgent way possible before giving him a night that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Title: Lonely This Christmas
Author: Hayley, energy_purple
Pairing: Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 5725
Warnings: Angst, fluff, just a little bit of smut, possible OOC... Just general rubbish really.
Summary: Christmas was supposed to be the time of coming together. After one argument, Chris doesn't believe that it'll happen this year, but is he right?
The decorations had been up for what seemed like months, the bright sparkly lights and tinsel that seemed to wrap around every inch of the apartment making it seem more like Santa's Grotto than somewhere that people could actually live. Alex had insisted that there was no such thing as too much when it came to the festivities or the migraine-inducing vibrancy of them, and Chris, finding he didn't have the heart to disagree with Alex when he was so excited had helped him to make up the apartment to the point that if anybody else had walked into the apartment and glanced around rather quickly, they'd have been convinced they were having an acid trip. There were half-empty tins of chocolate that sat on the side, despite false promises that neither one of them would dip into them before Christmas day, and torn slivers of plastic shoved between sofa cushions from the mammoth stash of candy canes that had already been devoured.
There was just something about the Christmas season that made both Chris and Alex act like even bigger kids than they already did; maybe it was that Christmas magic, or maybe it was just the shit lot of sugar they usually went through, but Chris couldn't deny that Christmas was one of those holidays that both the Guns threw their hearts and souls into celebrating. Despite the age-old saying of Christmas being too outdated for adults, they both still insisted on chocolate Advent calenders, having stockings up - although, not neccessarily the types of stockings that people would expect, especially not sheer and lacy ones they'd taken as a souvenir from one of their threesome fucks the year before - and spending half of Christmas Eve bouncing around with excitement as they forced each other through various means of persuasion not to open their presents up before 6am on Christmas morning.
Granted, Chris conceeded, they usually gave up and had ripped them all open by 1am in the morning, but at least they'd started out with good intentions, and at least they had fun with the presents they'd buy each other; of course, 90% of the time, most of the presents would've been christened in spectacularly sexy fashion within an hour or so of them being opened, but it was the thought that counted. Chris couldn't help but give a slightly sly smile as he cast his eyes over the various shapes and sizes of gifts that were already laying under the tree; he already had a pretty accurate idea of one of the bits that Alex had brought for him, and the thought of Alex coming home to find him lying in bed, waiting for him with the present beside him was one that Chris was incredibly tempted to bring to life as he felt his cock twitch just a little within his jeans.
It was Christmas Eve, and although Chris knew that leaving his wrapping right up to the last second was more stress than it was worth, he had to wait until Alex was out of the house before he could bring them out for wrapping. God forbid if Alex was there when Chris was trying to secretly sort out his presents; Alex could be worse than a child, trying to find various methods of sneaking into the room so he could see what Chris had got him, or trying to blackmail it out of Chris ahead of time, so Chris was going to use the opportunity of some relative peace and quiet to finish up the last minute essentials before Alex came in and made it impossible to do so.
Chris gave a slight sigh as he glanced up at the clock on the wall, feeling somewhat agitated. Alex had been called all the way down to Florida a couple of days before so he could shoot some random shit for the tapings and the website that they both knew would probably never get used anyway, but Alex knew he couldn't really refuse the offer of a little bit of extra money for them to live off, so they'd both agreed on the condition that Alex could leave early enough so that he'd be able to fly back to Detroit in time to join Chris and their families for the holidays.
They'd kept in constant contact since he'd left, finalising details about whose family they were going to on which day, making sure they had everything in they needed, and generally just irritating the shit out of each other like usual. When Alex had phoned the night before, he'd said that he should be landing in Detroit around 5pm that day, which would leave them with plenty of time to finish off their preparations - like wrapping the presents - and to enjoy each other's company before the mad rush of Christmas actually set in and reduced the amount of valuable time they'd be able to spend without various members of each others families butting their noses in like usual.
5pm had already come and gone, and there hadn't been a single word from Alex, something that had made Chris feel slightly uneasy. He'd tried texting him multiple times, and every time he'd received no reply; after an hour solid of no news, Chris had tried to phone him instead, and every time he'd been greeted with Alex's answerphone. Eventually reasoning with himself that it was probably just crappy signal at the airport, or that Alex's flight was just running behind by a couple of hours, Chris had attempted to occupy himself by throwing himself into his wrapping and decorating with gusto, hoping that by the time he'd finished, he'd have at least heard from Alex, even if he wasn't going to be quite on time.
So far, he'd had no luck. Even as he finished wrapping up the last couple of presents, adorning them lavishly with over girly ribbons and bows in an attempt to curb his growing anxiety, before fussing for what seemed like hours to find the perfect place for them in the giant mound of packages and boxes that sat underneath the tree, Chris couldn't help but to keep stealing glances at his phone and the clock. He kept telling himself that it wouldn't be more than 5 minutes before Alex was calling to tell him he was just around the corner, or strolling in and attacking Chris before having his obligatory mug of Eggnog, but with every 5 minutes that passed, Chris could feel his gut knotting up just a little bit.
Telling himself firmly to stop acting like such a bitch over what was probably nothing more than some technical hitches and time delays, Chris took a deep breath before sitting back on his heels to admire his handywork. He noticed with a roll of his eyes that Alex had clearly spent more money than he had on him, judging by the sheer volume of gifts and bags under the tree that had his handwriting on them, but Chris was used to that; Alex had never been one for overly emotional declarations of love and affection, and trying to get Alex to admit his feelings was a mission in and of itself. Chris, in comparison, had always been quite an emotional and caring kind of guy, even though not many people would have thought it with the iron control he kept on himself, and he had never had any problem with openly telling Alex just how much he meant to him.
Alex, being a lot more uncomfortable with those sorts of things, had always resorted to being materialistic, somehow thinking that buying Chris shit tons of things that he always inevitably broke, lost or just never used was an ideal way for him to make up for his obvious lack of openess in regards to his emotions for Chris. It didn't bother Chris really; he knew that Alex loved him, maybe even stronger than he loved Alex sometimes which was an almost impossible thought in itself, but he sometimes wished that Alex would try to drop that cool and cocky facade he had and be honest with him in a way that didn't involve him crying at his bank statement every holiday.
Suddenly, Chris' phone started vibrating on the arm of the chair, and it was only when it fell off onto the floor, playing the Misfits at full blast that Chris realised it was Alex actually calling him. Reaching over, Chris propped himself up against the front of the sofa behind him; he couldn't help but start to bop his head along in time to the music, singing the lyrics under his breath with a grin as he got absorbed in listening to the song, and it was only when he saw the phone screen start to darken up that he remembered exactly what he was supposed to be doing. Flipping the phone open, Chris lounged back against the cushions, an easy, slightly more relaxed smile gracing his face.
"Hey Lex, where the hell are you fucktard? Don't tell me you got distracted by some sexy ass piece of meat and got yourself lost again."
"Hey... Chris," Alex breathed gently down the phone, and Chris instinctively knew that there was a problem. There was no childish excitement or smugness in his voice, only something that sounded watered down and slightly somber compared to normal, and Chris unconsciously sat up straighter. "We might have a slight proble- hey, watch it asshole! - Sorry about that," Alex sighed irritatedly down the phone before he continued, his tone instantly becoming more soft and low as he let out a deep breath. "We have a problem."
"Well, what kind of problem?" Chris asked, feeling slightly worried from the edge of depression and sobriety in Alex's words as he cast a glance back up at the clock. "When are you getting back anyway, 5pm was like 3 hours ago. Are you just that shit at keeping time, or do you not want to see me?" Chris teased, trying to break the tension he could feel building as Alex gave a long pause.
"That's the problem," Alex admitted quietly. "I don't know when I'm getting back."
"Don't know? What the hell do you mean you don't know? Where are you?"
"I'm still in Florida."
Chris literally felt every bit of air leave his lungs as he slouched back against the sofa, his mouth and his eyes wide with disbelief. Alex could obviously sense Chris' reaction, as after another lull of silence that seemed to go on forever, he carried on, his voice just as quiet and laced with deep regret and sadness. "All flights out have been cancelled because of the snow, and they don't know yet when the next flights will be going out."
"Wait," Chris questioned rather sharply, "Snow? What fucking snow? There's barely anything up here!"
He heard Alex take in a deep sigh down the other end of the line, and Chris instantly winced at the hint of anger he'd felt in his tone; he didn't mean for Alex to feel any worse than he apparently already did, but with every second that passed, the implications of what Alex had just said began to hit him hard, and Chris could feel the frustatration and numbness spread through him. He didn't need to apologise though; he knew - well he hoped anyway - that Alex would know that the touch of venom in his words wasn't meant for him personally, and when Alex gave a slight chuckle, Chris knew he was in the clear.
"Yeah, well that's Detroit dude, we don't get proper seasons," Chris had Alex give another uncomfortable laugh, and he could vividly picture the way that Alex would be rubbing the back of his neck at that moment in time. "We got hit really bad down here overnight, a good few feet or so and it's still blowing fucking major blizzards. Christ, do you not watch the news?"
"I've been busy with other things," Chris replied after a moment's silence, his voice still stunned as it had been mere moments before, and he couldn't shake off the swell of emotion that was beginning to sneak up on him as he rubbed his free hand down his face. "I mean, can't you find out when the next flights are or something? Surely they can't all be cancelled, there's got to be some way you can get back, right?" Chris hated that hint of desperation that he knew Alex could hear clear as day; he despised the idea of being upset or vulnerable over things he had no control over, and he hated it even worse when Alex wasn't physically beside him to reassure him that it was all fine.
"For fucks sake Chris, I've tried, okay? I've Goddamn tried every motherfucking option I can! What the hell do you expect me to do, huh?" Alex growled out the words, his temper obviously getting shorter, and Chris couldn't help but flinch at the venom in Alex's words. "Do you think I've just been sitting here on my fucking ass doing nothing? At least I'm trying to make a fucking living and bring some money in, unlike you, you lazy ass motherfucker! You get one fucking injury, and you turn into the biggest fucking pain in the ass in the world! The whole reason I even agreed to do this fucking taping was to get a break from you; you're such a clingy bitch sometimes! You've been driving me fucking insane now for months, do you think I could give a shit if we missed one stupid fucking day together?"
Chris fell completely silent. He could barely believe that what he had heard was actually real, and all of a sudden, his chest began to tighten as his next breath got caught in his throat. His head was reeling from what Alex had just said, and as he let out a shallow, stuttered sigh, unable to keep the emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface from rearing its ugly head, he could hear the way that Alex immediately started trying to back peddle.
"Shit, Chris, I'm so sorry! I didn't... I don't mean that, I swear. It's just I'm so angry and pissed off right now that I'm stuck here, and I just... I'm sorry. I've loved being able to spend the extra time with you, and you probably haven't been anywhere near as bad as I was when I did my collarbone in, I just got carried away. I'm so sorry! Chris? Chris, please say something."
Chris still couldn't bring himself to speak, and as the seconds drew on, he could hear a faint thud that suggested to him that Alex had just taken out all of his frustrations on a wall or some other hard object that just so happened to be nearby; the muffled "shit" he heard told him that it probably didn't work either, and Chris was caught somewhere between concern and spiteful anger as his vision started to blur from the film of tears that were helplessly welling in his eyes.
"Chris?" Alex's voice had become quite decidedly lower and thicker with unspoken feelings, and Chris could hear the regret in his words, but he still felt his stomach knot up at everything Alex had screamed at him. "Chris, I'm sorry. You know I want nothing more than to be there with you, I know you do, and I can't promise you enough how much I swear to make up for all of this when I get back home. All I wanted was to give us some more money and opportunities, I didn't mean any of what I said. You know that I... I lov-"
A loud series of beeps rang out through the phone, followed by complete silence as the phone cut off, and Chris' eyes slipped closed as he felt the tears oveflow and begin to slowly roll down his face. The one fucking time that Alex had ever been able to muster together the courage to say those three little words, and Chris couldn't tell if they were real or not, if he was just saying them to make Chris feel better after all of the shit Alex had slung at him for showing just a little bit of concern or whether he actually meant them. Worse even, Chris could feel the anger and the sadness roiling in his gut as he sat propped against the front of the chair; did Alex mean what he had said?
Sure, him and Alex had been clashing a little bit more than usual, and it was fair to say that the two of them being couped up together for months on end and being unable to do anything because of Chris' knee probably hadn't been the smoothest of rides, but Chris couldn't bring himself to imagine the idea that Alex was getting sick and tired of him, or that he was driving Alex to his breaking point. And okay, so Alex had said it was all down to "getting carried away," but Chris knew that things said in the heat of the moment invariably had a kernal of truth in them, otherwise they never would have slipped out in the first place.
Chris glanced down at the phone in his hand, and as the little flashing words of "call ended" were replaced by a photo of him and Alex with some of their other friends from one of the PWG shows they'd done the year before, the two of them looking every bit the image of love and happiness with Alex's arm slung over Chris' shoulders, Chris suddenly felt that wave of anger inside his gut explode. "Fuck it!" He snarled out as he threw the mobile across the room with every inch of strength he could muster.
Chris watched dispassionately as it smashed against the far wall, little shards of glass and plastic splintering everywhere as it broke into several pieces on the carpet, but it did nothing to soothe the torrent of emotions and uncertainty that were crackling through Chris as he swung his fist back into the chair repeatedly, trying to release all of the pent up anger and sadness that had built up during the phone call. It was completely futile though, and as a wave of pain began to flood his knuckles, Chris could only feel his rage be increasingly overwhelmed by the sorrow and numbness that was starting to peek through as he wiped his face furiously to try and get rid of the tears, thoroughly annoyed with himself for visibly showing how much Alex's words had affected him.
Slouching back against the chair with a huff, Chris let his eyes scan around the room, his heart clenching up painfully tight in his chest as he took in all of the Christmas decorations, the presents, the food, all of the fun of the festive season that Alex should have been there to enjoy with him. Now though, he felt almost isolated and out of place amongst the vibrant colours, and the idea that he had potentially messed things up with Alex all because he'd wanted Alex to come home was one that had the bitterness and depression growing even stronger.
All of a sudden, he pushed himself up off of the floor; he couldn't stand to be sitting in a room so bright and cheerful with all of that child-like wonder and magic of Christmas when he just felt like he was going to fall apart at the seams through nothing more than his own self-loathing, and the faster he left its almost suffocating presence, the better it would be. Marching over towards the door that led out towards his and Alex's bedroom, Chris caught sight out of all of the bottles of alcohol that were sitting on the sideboard awaiting theirs and their friends attention, and he couldn't help but grab one of the large bottles of Whiskey.
Maybe drinking himself into a stupor would be enough to salvage the rest of the night, and maybe it would be enough to make him even forget about Christmas and stupid fucking arguments with his stupid bastard of a boyfriend, Chris thought darkly as he unscrewed the cap, taking a deep swig of booze; it burned his throat, and he winced at the taste just slightly - Alex tended to be more of a spirit drinker than he was - but it didn't stop him from drinking down another mouthful as he stormed off to their bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing around the otherwise empty apartment.
Chris wasn't entirely sure how long he had been sleeping when he heard the slightest of noises coming from somewhere in the apartment, but the heavy alcohol-fuelled haze around his brain was assuring him bitterly that it hadn't been anywhere near long enough as he buried his head deeper into the pillow with an agitated groan. He couldn't even work out why he had even been woken up; the empty bottle of Whiskey that he seemed to be hugging close to his body in a visual that would have shamed an alcoholic emphatically told him that he should have been out for the count, but thankfully, the moment he shifted restlessly on top of the covers - he may have had enough wherewithall to strip to his boxers, but certainly for nothing that went much further than that - the numbing blanket of slumber overtook him again, and it wasn't long before he had drifted back off asleep again.
No matter how hard Chris tried to dream about more pleasant things though, his mind was always drawn back to the vicious words that Alex had screamed at him through the now destroyed mobile in the living room, and despite his attempts to reason with his unconscious self that their argument was one that could be easily smoothed over, Chris couldn't help but worry that things had gone too far this time. The images in his mind of him and Alex fighting when Alex finally got home, of Alex walking away from him, of packing up his bags and leaving were starting to become rather vivid, and that was something that scared Chris beyond belief.
In an instant, all of the tension seemed to abandon Chris' body. Chris had no idea why that was, but he instinctively felt the urge to relax as he felt a soothing warmth run through every muscle in his body, and the rather amusing notion that Chris had drunk himself to the point of alcohol poisoning was one that was briefly contemplated in Chris' subdued and darkly depressed state, but when Chris suddenly felt a wave of heat bathe his back and a slight ticklish sensation crawl down his side, almost as if somebody was dragging their fingers down the length of his ribs, his amusement was replaced by contentment as he settled into a more familiar, more desired dream of him and Alex together.
The fingers that brushed down his ribs ventured lower and lower, and as they gradually began to travel just slightly to stroke down the dips and rivulets of his abdomen, Chris could feel his stomach naturally tighten in response to the sense memory of Alex's fingers against his skin. The palm of Alex's hand began to massage soft, teasing circles into Chris' flesh, his thumb straying in its movements to rest just beneath the waistband of Chris' boxers and give barely-there touches to the sensitive region just above his groin, and Chris could feel his cock just starting to twitch and stir within the confines of the thin material.
The heat hitting his back suddenly became stronger, cloying almost, but Chris couldn't help but find comfort in the memory of Alex curled up around him, the shared warmth of their bodies and the feel of hard, toned muscle pressed possessively to his own making him feel safe in a weird, almost horribly girly kind of way. Despite the knowledge that Alex was thousands of miles away and that he probably wasn't very happy with him making the edge of depression and loathing creep in just slightly, Chris let himself revel in the dreams and his longing of Alex being back, knowing that this one night of dreaming and memories would probably be the only good thing that would happen to him this Christmas.
A gentle, biting kiss was placed on the curve of Chris' shoulder, and as they very slowly trailed up the length of Chris' throat, the bites gradually getting just a little bit harder and sharper the further up the tender flesh of Chris' neck they went, Chris felt a soft moan escape his lips, and as Alex's mouth latched onto his throbbing pulse point, sucking and licking firmly as the tips of his fingers disappeared into the top of his boxers, lazily dragging against his semi-erect cock; the moan became more breathy and husky as Chris instinctively let his head fall back just enough to allow his dream-Alex better access to his throat as he let his own hand follow the path that Alex's had taken down his abdomen and groin and into his obscenely tight boxers.
All of a sudden, Chris paused as the tips of his fingers ran over what felt like very real flesh. His entire body went stiff as his confusion took over and temporarily overrode the lust and hunger that had began to roar through Chris' drunken body, and when he felt Alex's hand move under his own, nudging his own away as Alex curled his fingers very softly around the base of Chris' cock before letting them start to work over his hardening erection frustratingly slowly, Chris forced himself to open his eyes, knowing that he could possibly be seconds away from shattering the allusion and finding himself wallowing in his own despair once more.
He wasn't though; after blinking for a few moments to try and clear the fuzziness from his vision, he glanced down the length of his body, and when he saw Alex's arm wrapped around his stomach, Alex's hand deep inside his boxers and his fingers continuing to stroke his cock, Chris felt his mouth go dry. A sharp bite to his neck made Chris helplessly arch backwards even further, and when he felt Alex smile deviously against his throat, the ragged brushing of his hot breaths against the gradually darkening flesh sending shivers rolling up the length of his spine, Chris couldn't help but peer over his shoulder, his glassy eyes meeting Alex's in the darkness of the room.
The second their eyes met, Chris breath caught in his throat, and his disbelief was painted all over his face. He was clearly hallucinating. He had gone mad. All of the alcohol and weed over the years had finally fucked with his head, because there was no way that Alex was laying there next to him, a soft and easy smile on his face as he gazed back at Chris with equal amounts of affection and deep regret. Alex was in Florida. Alex was pissed off beyond belief with him. Alex wasn't coming home from Christmas, and Chris couldn't help but instinctively roll over onto his back, Alex's hand being pulled out of his boxers and his mouth being knocked from his neck in the process, unable to do anything else in his current state of shock as he stared up at Alex, his nerves completely shot.
All that could be heard around the room was the sound of Chris' uneven and heavy panting; if this Alex was a figment of his imagination, then his imagination obviously knew exactly how to get him off, Chris thought rather fleetingly as he bit down slightly on his bottom lip out of worry. However, all notions that this was nothing more than a product of Chris' own mind were shattered when Alex reached his hand out, softly cupping the side of Chris' face as he let the tips of his fingers tenderly stroke over his cheek in a reassuring way.
"Chris," Alex whispered sadly, his gaze dropping to the covers for a brief few seconds before he recovered enough semblance of courage to look Chris in the eye again. "I'm so sorry about earlier. I never meant a word of what I said. I was just so angry and upset about the idea that I'd be away from you for Christmas that I lashed out, but you didn't deserve any of what I did. I couldn't bear the thought of letting you think that I hated you - not when nothing could be further from the truth, so I managed to cash in a favour one of the guys owed me so I could get back to at least be able to spend just a little bit of Christmas day with you."
Chris just stared at Alex in stunned silence, all of the previous emotions he thought he'd managed to drown underneath a bottle of Whiskey crawling back upto the surface, and as the tears that had budded in the corners of his eyes slowly trailed down his face without his permission once more, Chris saw the way that Alex' expression immediately changed from one of pouring out all of his thoughts to one of marked concern as his free hand came to rest on Chris' stomach, tracing unidentifiable patterns against the still tensed flesh.
"Please Chris, believe me, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, I never meant any of this to happen," Alex paused, and Chris could see him struggling to regain his composure as he took a deep breath, looking Chris dead in the eye. "I... I love you."
Alex' face had flushed a deep red through embarrassment as he murmured out those three little words that Chris had been dying to hear for months, and Chris couldn't help but feel his face flood with all kinds of feelings for Alex as Alex wiped away the tears that had rolled down his face. Giving a raspy chuckle that was more down to the alcohol he had drunk than to any overwhelming of emotion, Chris gave Alex a bright smile, his eyes lighting up warmly. "I love you too, you stupid bastard."
A look of mock hurt crossed Alex's face for a brief few seconds before it was overtaken by that trademark grin of his, and as he crawled slightly further up the bed, he bent down over Chris so that he could whisper in his ear, his breath bathing the sensitive skin in thick heat and making Chris shiver in spite of himself. "So, I hope you've been keeping this bed nice and warm for me, because I've got to make up for some lost time."
Before Chris could even respond, Alex pressed his lips firmly to Chris' own, his fingers curling tightly into Chris' hair as he straddled Chris' waist. Chris gave a moan when Alex ground his hips down teasingly into his groin, his cock so damn hard from all of the previous stimulation that Chris almost felt as if his brain was going to melt as he opened his mouth just enough to bite down hard on Alex's bottom lip. Alex growled against his lips, and before Chris could do anything, Alex had grabbed his wrists, pinning them tight to the bed as his tongue drew firmly across Chris' lips, demanding an entrance that Chris couldn't deny him even if he had wanted to.
Alex's tongue sliding possessively into the heat of Chris' mouth, Alex attacked Chris' lips with an almost uncontrollable hunger, both of them fighting for dominance as Alex continued to grind down hard into Chris, his own cock stiffening as it rubbed hard against Chris' own, and when Chris gave out a breathy moan from the sensation, Alex forced the advantage, ravaging Chris' mouth with reckless abandon as his lust grew even further; he could taste the coppery hint of blood against his tongue from the ferocity of the kiss, and it did nothing but fuel the desperate hunger crashing through Alex's body as he gripped both of Chris' wrists with own hand, his other trailing down Chris' arm before wrapping firmly around his throat. He felt Chris' cock twitch uncontrollably against his groin as he dug his thumb hard into Chris' pulse point, and Alex just pulled away from Chris' lips roughly with a smirk.
Chris' eyes had turned almost an inky blue with pure unadulterated lust as he panted heavily, his heart thudding in his chest as Alex tightened the grip around his neck, and he couldn't help but let out an almost guttural moan when Alex leant down, biting down on an exposed part of his throat before digging his teeth in and sucking so damn hard that Chris knew he was going to be bruised for days. Alex's mouth travelled further down his shoulder, and Chris could feel warm dots and streaks of blood running down his flesh as Alex let go of Chris' wrists, scratching his nails down Chris' sides before latching onto his hips as he forced his lower body down into the bed.
Alex flicked the tip of his tongue teasingly across Chris' nipple, giving a dark chuckle at the shudder that wracked Chris' body before he let his tongue draw across the nub for just a little bit longer, loving the way that Chris arched up into his mouth. Alex craved each and every response that Chris gave, whether it was just the slightest hint of a moan that escaped against his will, or the way that Chris breathed out his name when he came, and the knowledge that he'd made Chris believe that he didn't want him, that he'd gotten sick and tired of him, spurred Alex on to torture Chris in the most indulgent way possible before giving him a night that he would never forget for the rest of his life.