Fic: The Voice
Title: The Voice
Author:jennamcquaid
Rating: NC17 (M/M sexual situations; also a lot of angst, low self-esteem!Chris and asshole!Steve)
Pairing: Chris/Steve, Steve/Rachel Milner
Wordcount: 1.000 (exactly! *yay*)
Disclaimer: All I own of the boys are posters and CDs...*sigh*
Summary: And then he hears The Voice in his head for the first time: “And all because of you. If you hadn´t introduced them to each other…”
AuthorsNote I: written for a prompt over at the kinky_kane meme: Chris/Steve, self-esteem issues
Authors Note II/ Warning: this story does not have a happy ending. It also doesn´t have a happy beginning...and the middle is not that happy either...
Chris looks up and his eyes immediately land on them - Steve and Rachel,the newest couple.
He feels a pang of something - jealousy, regret - when he sees the arm Steve has wrapped around her, holding her close to his side and the look of pure adoration that accompanies the kiss he gives her.
And then he hears The Voice in his head for the first time: “And all because of you. If you hadn´t introduced them to each other…”
###
When Steve decided to come down to Argentina with him, to work on some songs in between shooting, Chris had hoped that this meant their fuck-buddy relationship was on its way to something else, something solid, something real.
But then Chris had introduced Steve to Rachel and the two of them had been inseparable ever since.
###
Christian´s trip down memory-lane comes to an abrupt halt when he notices Steve in front of him, smiling at him, oblivious to the pain of the man who he calls his best friend. “Hey, you gotta come over and say ‘Hi’ to Rachel. She´s starting to think you don´t like her anymore.” Steve grabs two beers from the cooler next to Chris and accepts his mumbled “Yeah, in a minute.” with a quick nod.
Chris watches as Steve hurries back to Rachel and holds one of the bottles out to her, pulling his arm back when she reaches for it. She tries two more times, before rolling her eyes, grabbing Steve´s face and placing an exaggerated kiss on his lips.
“He´d never do that with you. Be all touchy-feely in public. Show you around like you´re the first prize. And you know why? Because you´re not a prize. Not even a consolation prize. You are nothing but a dirty, little secret. Something that has to be hidden away because it´s not good enough to be seen.”
Christian pours himself another drink, hoping to drown The Voice in whiskey.
###
To say Chris was confused the first time Steve invited him for a guys-night-in after they´ve come back from Argentina would be a total understatement. Mostly because their guys-nights usually contain FastFood, Football and fucking - not necessarily in that order.
And this time wasn´t any different.
3 minutes into the second quarter of the game Steve had Chris bend over the couch, three fingers in his ass and mouth next to his ear, spurting out all kinds of filth. “You gonna come like that Chris? Just from my fingers up your ass. C´mon Chris. If you come now, I´m gonna fuck you through the couch during half-time. How does that sound?”
There was one final twist of Steve´s fingers, a final brush against Christian´s prostate and then he was coming all over the back of Steve´s couch - just as Steve´s phone rang.
“Hold that thought.” Steve whispered in Christian´s ear as he wiped his fingers on Christian´s shirt.
He took the phone to the kitchen and the last thing Chris heard him say was “Nothing important.”
Chris didn´t move, arms braced against the couch, ass in the air, eyes fixed on the game - until Steve walks back in, dropping a water-bottle on the couch next to him. “That was Rachel, I gotta go. Just make sure you lock the door when you leave.” And just like that Steve was gone.
###
Christian has no idea how it happened. One second Steve is across the room, a laughing Rachel in his lap, the next he has Chris bend over the workbench in the garage, prepping him with rough strokes.
He sees Steve´s hand reach for the condom that he put on the table earlier and The Voice chimes in “I bet he fucks her without a condom. Not scared that he´s gonna catch some filthy disease from her. Hey, maybe they are even trying for a baby. What do you think, has he knocked her up yet? Maybe they´re gonna ask you to be godfather…”
“Steve, please!” Chris begs, hoping that a good fuck is going to make The Voice shut up.
“Always so impatient.” Steve chuckles as he lines himself up and slides into Chris with one fast push. He doesn´t give Chris much time to get used to the feeling of being so full, immediately setting up a hard and fast pace.
“I don´t think he fucks her like that either. Bend over as if you are some stranger he picked up in a bar. No, he lays her out on the bed, on fresh sheets and makes love to her. Worships her body for hours.”
“C´mon Chris. You with me?” Steve´s breathing hard, his voice is rough and his movements become even more erratic. He wraps his fingers around Christian´s aching cock, stroking in time with his hard thrusts.
“And he looks into her eyes when he fucks her. Can stand to see her face because he doesn´t have to picture somebody else to get off…”
Chris pushes The Voice away, focuses on Steve in him - hard and big, stretching him open, hitting his prostate with every thrust - and around him - warm, calloused fingers, twisting and stroking, spreading his pre-come - and he comes with a bitten off cry, tears stinging in his eyes.
He hears Steve´s wordless groan - “When he comes in her, he´s shouting her name”- and feels him pull out as soon as he´s done. He hears the sound of Steve redressing and feels the sting of the playful slap on his ass. He turns his head around when he hears Steve make his way across the garage and sees him toss the used condom into the trash on the way out.
“He might as well toss you in there, too.”
Chris pulls his pants back on and sinks to the floor - wincing a little when his sore back-side connects with the concrete. He waits till he hears the “click” of the door closing behind Steve before he lets go of everything and starts to cry, The Voice mocking him in his head.
Authors Note III: And now excuse me while I go cry under the shower...
Author:jennamcquaid
Rating: NC17 (M/M sexual situations; also a lot of angst, low self-esteem!Chris and asshole!Steve)
Pairing: Chris/Steve, Steve/Rachel Milner
Wordcount: 1.000 (exactly! *yay*)
Disclaimer: All I own of the boys are posters and CDs...*sigh*
Summary: And then he hears The Voice in his head for the first time: “And all because of you. If you hadn´t introduced them to each other…”
AuthorsNote I: written for a prompt over at the kinky_kane meme: Chris/Steve, self-esteem issues
Authors Note II/ Warning: this story does not have a happy ending. It also doesn´t have a happy beginning...and the middle is not that happy either...
Chris looks up and his eyes immediately land on them - Steve and Rachel,the newest couple.
He feels a pang of something - jealousy, regret - when he sees the arm Steve has wrapped around her, holding her close to his side and the look of pure adoration that accompanies the kiss he gives her.
And then he hears The Voice in his head for the first time: “And all because of you. If you hadn´t introduced them to each other…”
###
When Steve decided to come down to Argentina with him, to work on some songs in between shooting, Chris had hoped that this meant their fuck-buddy relationship was on its way to something else, something solid, something real.
But then Chris had introduced Steve to Rachel and the two of them had been inseparable ever since.
###
Christian´s trip down memory-lane comes to an abrupt halt when he notices Steve in front of him, smiling at him, oblivious to the pain of the man who he calls his best friend. “Hey, you gotta come over and say ‘Hi’ to Rachel. She´s starting to think you don´t like her anymore.” Steve grabs two beers from the cooler next to Chris and accepts his mumbled “Yeah, in a minute.” with a quick nod.
Chris watches as Steve hurries back to Rachel and holds one of the bottles out to her, pulling his arm back when she reaches for it. She tries two more times, before rolling her eyes, grabbing Steve´s face and placing an exaggerated kiss on his lips.
“He´d never do that with you. Be all touchy-feely in public. Show you around like you´re the first prize. And you know why? Because you´re not a prize. Not even a consolation prize. You are nothing but a dirty, little secret. Something that has to be hidden away because it´s not good enough to be seen.”
Christian pours himself another drink, hoping to drown The Voice in whiskey.
###
To say Chris was confused the first time Steve invited him for a guys-night-in after they´ve come back from Argentina would be a total understatement. Mostly because their guys-nights usually contain FastFood, Football and fucking - not necessarily in that order.
And this time wasn´t any different.
3 minutes into the second quarter of the game Steve had Chris bend over the couch, three fingers in his ass and mouth next to his ear, spurting out all kinds of filth. “You gonna come like that Chris? Just from my fingers up your ass. C´mon Chris. If you come now, I´m gonna fuck you through the couch during half-time. How does that sound?”
There was one final twist of Steve´s fingers, a final brush against Christian´s prostate and then he was coming all over the back of Steve´s couch - just as Steve´s phone rang.
“Hold that thought.” Steve whispered in Christian´s ear as he wiped his fingers on Christian´s shirt.
He took the phone to the kitchen and the last thing Chris heard him say was “Nothing important.”
Chris didn´t move, arms braced against the couch, ass in the air, eyes fixed on the game - until Steve walks back in, dropping a water-bottle on the couch next to him. “That was Rachel, I gotta go. Just make sure you lock the door when you leave.” And just like that Steve was gone.
###
Christian has no idea how it happened. One second Steve is across the room, a laughing Rachel in his lap, the next he has Chris bend over the workbench in the garage, prepping him with rough strokes.
He sees Steve´s hand reach for the condom that he put on the table earlier and The Voice chimes in “I bet he fucks her without a condom. Not scared that he´s gonna catch some filthy disease from her. Hey, maybe they are even trying for a baby. What do you think, has he knocked her up yet? Maybe they´re gonna ask you to be godfather…”
“Steve, please!” Chris begs, hoping that a good fuck is going to make The Voice shut up.
“Always so impatient.” Steve chuckles as he lines himself up and slides into Chris with one fast push. He doesn´t give Chris much time to get used to the feeling of being so full, immediately setting up a hard and fast pace.
“I don´t think he fucks her like that either. Bend over as if you are some stranger he picked up in a bar. No, he lays her out on the bed, on fresh sheets and makes love to her. Worships her body for hours.”
“C´mon Chris. You with me?” Steve´s breathing hard, his voice is rough and his movements become even more erratic. He wraps his fingers around Christian´s aching cock, stroking in time with his hard thrusts.
“And he looks into her eyes when he fucks her. Can stand to see her face because he doesn´t have to picture somebody else to get off…”
Chris pushes The Voice away, focuses on Steve in him - hard and big, stretching him open, hitting his prostate with every thrust - and around him - warm, calloused fingers, twisting and stroking, spreading his pre-come - and he comes with a bitten off cry, tears stinging in his eyes.
He hears Steve´s wordless groan - “When he comes in her, he´s shouting her name”- and feels him pull out as soon as he´s done. He hears the sound of Steve redressing and feels the sting of the playful slap on his ass. He turns his head around when he hears Steve make his way across the garage and sees him toss the used condom into the trash on the way out.
“He might as well toss you in there, too.”
Chris pulls his pants back on and sinks to the floor - wincing a little when his sore back-side connects with the concrete. He waits till he hears the “click” of the door closing behind Steve before he lets go of everything and starts to cry, The Voice mocking him in his head.
Authors Note III: And now excuse me while I go cry under the shower...