CakeLove
Title: Just What He Needed
Author: Annie
Rating: R/NC 17
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't. This is purely fictional. But I can see it clearly in my mind.
Be gentle, this is my first attempt at writing. Idea comes from watching last night's elimination.
Chris watched Blake walk ahead of him to their room. He could not believe he’d escaped being in the bottom three tonight. But the biggest shock was Blake’s position in the bottom three. How could that have happened? They all know Blake is probably the most popular contestant there. Everyone was shocked. Especially Blake himself. But he held it together pretty well, Chris thought. Until now. Chris almost dreaded being alone with Blake tonight. He didn’t know what to say. Usually it’s the other way around; Chris escaping elimination and Blake comforting him. He wasn’t sure he knew what to say to Blake right now. He just knew he wanted to make his friend feel better.
Blake walked into the room first, with Chris shutting the door behind him. Blake came to a stop in the middle of the room. Just standing there, staring straight ahead. Chris wondered What’s he doing? Why isn’t he saying anything? Ok, here goes. Chris took a deep breath. “Hey Blake, about tonight…” Blake turned around and looked into Chris’ eyes and shook his head. Chris stopped talking. Obviously Blake didn’t want to hear it. So Chris decided there was really only one way to do this.
He reached up to touch Blake’s face. Blake’s arm flew up and grabbed Chris’ hand in midair. “Don’t” he said. “I’m sorry Blake. I just want to help you” Chris whispered softly. “Then shut the fuck up” Blake replied, his eyes glittering with darkness.
The next few seconds happened so fast, Chris wasn’t even sure exactly what was happening. One minute Blake is gripping his wrist and staring at him like a madman, and the next instant his body is slammed down on the bed with such force he can hardly catch his breath. Blake’s weight comes crushing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He kisses Chris roughly. Chris tastes blood and realizes Blake’s teeth have cut his lip. Blake draws away and stares down at Chris. Suddenly he’s standing up beside the bed, removing his clothes. “Take off your clothes right now” Blake growls. Chris hurries to obey. He’s a little scared. Sure, Blake is always the bossy one. The one in charge. But never quite like this. But deep down, it’s also exciting. Chris hurriedly removes his clothes as he stares up at Blake’s face. He almost looks like a predator, and Chris feels like the prey.
“Turn over. Now.” Blake demands. Chris flips over onto his stomach. Blake falls on top of Chris’ back and grabs both of his wrists. He uses his weight to pin Chris down, pressing his arms into the mattress. Chris wonders if he could get free if he tried. He gingerly tries to fight back a little bit; raising his arms a little bit off the bed. He feels Blake push him back down, and feels Blake’s mouth next to his ear. “Don’t struggle” Blake whispers. Blake’s breath is hot and moist against his face. Chris’ breathing quickens in anticipation because he knows what’s coming next. They’ve never done it like this; with so little foreplay. But he’s ready. He feels Blake start to press inside him. Suddenly, Blake rams himself as far into Chris as he can. The suddenness of it makes Chris gasp. It hurts. But also feels incredible. The pain is replaced with the amazing sensation that is Blake. He feels Blake moving in and out of his body. He realizes Blake has released his grip on one of his wrists; instead moving his hand to grip his shoulder. “Touch yourself” Blake whispers. Chris wraps his hand around his own cock, stroking in time to Blake’s movements. At that moment, Chris realizes what this is all about. It isn’t Blake being his usual bossy, take control self. It’s about Blake’s vulnerability. He’s always so sure of himself and the situation. But even he can’t manipulate American Idol, the producers or the public. Finally, something has happened that’s out of Blake’s control. And Blake doesn’t know what to do about it. He has to regain control of something. Anything. To feel better. So he did the only thing he could. He used Chris’ body to make himself feel better.
As this realization dawns in Chris’ mind, he hears Blake’s breath quicken. He knows he’s close. Chris is too. In those final seconds, as they both come at the same instant, Chris feels Blake’s tears falling onto his shoulders. Feels Blake bury his face into Chris’ neck.
As they lie there exhausted, Chris realizes he’s given his friend exactly what he needed. His own pillow is wet with tears too. He’s glad he was able to give Blake his sense of control back.