Fic: Comfortable

[jennamcquaid]

Title: Comfortable
Author:jennamcquaid
Rating: NC17 (M/M sexual situations, dirty talk)
Warnings: underage (the boys are 16), Alpha!Chris & Beta!Steve, heat, self-lubrication, masturbation, knotting, rimming, a hint of post-coital angst and some schmoop at the end (let me know if I forgot anything...)
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Wordcount: 2.700+
Disclaimer: This is probably the furthest I have ever strayed from the truth. Also I apologized to my posters of the boys for this coz guess what, I don´t own them so I couldn´t apologize to them in person.
Summary: written for the prompt 
Chris and Steve are best friends in highschool. Chris is an Alpha and Steve is a Beta.One day while they are hanging out at Chris's house, Steve unexpectedly goes into Heat. Steve tries to hide it from Chris, not wanting to have to go home until he absolutely had to, and eventually it gets so bad that he starts begging Chris to fuck him.Chris tries to hold off, not wanting to ruin their friendship, but eventually just cant help himself. Steve smells so good and is begging so prettily.
Knotting is optional but alright with me :D
over at kinky_kane (read the original prompt here)
Authors Note: *shakes head* I blame this entirely on reading way to much knotting!fic lately...my very first story like that...


„You´re doing it again…” Chris turns his head to give Steve a slightly amused and mock-stern look.

“Sorry…” Steve mumbles, making it a point not to look away from the TV. “Just can´t get comfortable…”

To be completely honest, Chris is getting a little worried. Steve has been fidgety throughout the entire day. Usually Chris is the restless one and the fact that his best friend, who´s always the one the calm him down, is constantly shifting on the couch next to him has Chris on edge.

“Dude, relax…” he says, when he catches the movement of Steve´s knee bobbing up and down and he puts his hand on the other boy´s thigh to stop him.

And Steve stops. In fact his whole body goes rigid and when Chris turns to look at him he sees the boy´s blue eyes widen in shock.

But before Chris can ask what is wrong, Steve jumps off the couch, knocking over the bowl of popcorn in the process, and with a simple “Be right back.” he dashed out of the living room.

Chris looks after his friend for a second, before he pauses the movie and goes about brushing the popcorn from the couch.
Then he goes to the kitchen to get them more sodas.
Then he checks the pantry for more chips.
Then he reads the summaries on all the DVDs that are spread out on the coffee table.
And only then does he allow himself to get worried.

Steve is still not back and Chris can´t shake the feeling that something´s wrong -the fact that his best friend had been acting weird the entire day, avoiding Chris´s touch and being unusually closed off being a huge give-away.

He forces himself to not rush to the bathroom and to knock softly as he asks “Steve, you okay in there?”

“I´m…fine…” The breathy quality to Steve´s voice as well as the small delay of his answer belie his words. And then a soft, bitten-off moan sounds through the door and Chris feels his blood run cold. It sounded like Steve is in pain.

For a second Chris is full-on prepared to break down the door - the need to help his best friend overpowering everything else - but when his fingers wrap around the doorhandle he notices that the room isn´t locked.

He quickly pushes the door open to rush inside, but the scene before him stops him dead in his tracks.

Steve´s clothes are haphazardly strewn on the ground and the boy himself is leaning back against the wall, naked, his right leg propped up on the closed toilet. One of his hands is curled around the base of his cock - hard and angry-red even though the trails of white on Steve´s hands and belly suggested that he´s already come at least once - the other hand disappearing between his legs.

“God…” Chris grits out, feeling his suddenly rock-hard cock pressing against the zipper of his pants. “Steve…what…?” But then he catches the sweet scent in the air, notices the feverish flush of Steve´s skin and remembers how hot the thigh under his hands had been back in the living room. “Are you in heat?”

“Not supposed to…for another week.” Steve replies between shaky breaths and for a second Chris marvels at his friend´s ability to still hold up a somewhat coherent conversation while he has three of his own fingers shoved into his ass.

And just like that Chris is hit with how wrong this entire situation is. His best friend is in heat, naked, in his bathroom, trying to get himself off while Chris is starring at him, hard in his jeans.

It wouldn´t be completely honest to say Chris had never thought of Steve in that way before - Steve was hot and a Beta, so Chris as an Alpha was kind of genetically programmed to think of him like that - but these thought were usually accompanied by a tiny voice reminding him “That´s your best friend - the wide eyed little boy who offered you half of his chocolate chip cookie when you fell of the jungle-gym in kindergarten. Nothing is ever gonna happen between the two of you. So get over it!”

Chris takes a calming breath, which turns out to be a very bad idea when more of that sweet scent fills his nose, causing a small moan to fall from his lips. Still, by pulling all of his remaining brain cells together he manages to ask “Do you…should I call your mum or something?”

Steve´s eyes fly open at that, the usual blue nearly completely replaced by black and he pushes himself away from the wall. The fingers of his left hand slide free from his body and he reaches out towards Chris. “No…Chris, please. Need more…you…hurts…” he grits out and Chris can see the pain on his friend´s face.

So he lets himself be pulled closer, pushing away the thought of how this would affect their friendship. Steve had been there for him back when he had broken his leg last year, holding his hand in the ambulance, sleeping curled up in the bed next to him in the hospital - now it´s Chris´s turn take care of Steve.

Their lips find each other as if magnetic and Chris pushes his fully clothed body as close to Steve´s naked one as possible. Chris´s left hand moves to Steve´s hair, his thumb softly stroking over the boy´s cheekbone, angling his face just right, while his right trails down Steve´s body until finally wrapping around his cock. Chris hisses at the feeling of burning-hot skin in his hand and he wonders how Steve can stand it.

“More, Chris…please.” Steve pleads once more, before grabbing Chris´s hand, pulling it away from his cock and moving it further back until Chris can feel Steve´s hole, slick with his own juices, quivering as Steve´s inner muscles move of their own accord and Chris´s cock twitches in the confines of his pants.

He trails his fingers around the puckered rim, teasing for only a few seconds, before he slowly pushes two of his fingers into the tight heat. At the intimate touch, Steve arches his body back, his shoulders connecting hard with the cold tile behind him, while his hips push forward, closer to Chris. He starts to circle his hips, making it very clear what he needs, but Chris has other ideas.

He quickly slides his fingers free again and brings them up to his mouth, sucking them in just as greedily as Steve´s body had. The taste that explodes on his tongue is delicious, sweet and salty at the same time and Chris´s eyes roll back as all of his senses are flushed with Steve.

Steve moans at the scene in front of him and he pushes his body even closer to Chris, his need pouring from his voice as he begs “God, fuck me…please, Chris. Need you.”

Without even thinking about it, Chris pulls Steve away from the wall, mumbling “Not here…” in the boys ear as he drags him across the hallway and into his own room - Chris had never been more thankful for his family´s habit of leaving the house pretty much empty over the weekends.

He has to let go of Steve for a while to get rid of his own clothes but the second his undivided attention is back on his friend a growl falls from his lips.

Steve is on his hands and knees, long, blond curls curtaining his face, ass pushed back like an offering - on Chris´s bed, looking like that is the only place he ever wants to be, looking like he belongs.

“So gorgeous.” Chris mumbles as he makes his way over to the bed, letting his fingers trail over the tan skin of Steve´s back, reveling in the shudders that run through the boy at his touches. He drapes himself over Steve, leaning forward so he can brush his lips against his pulse point. “God…you smell so good.” he whispers into Steve´s ear, taking in the heady scent. “Taste even better.” he continues, starting to trail little kisses down the boys back. “Gonna let me taste you, Stevie? Gonna let me lick you open?” He places a soft kiss just above the crack of Steve´s ass. “Do you want that? My tongue in your ass?”

Steve´s moan reverberates through his entire body. “Yes Chris! Want…just…want…Do it, please.”

Not needing another invite, Chris spreads Steve´s asscheeks, exposing the red, puffy and pretty much dripping hole. “So…amazing.” Chris murmurs before he lets his tongue trail across Steve´s crack once, making the boy squirm to get away and closer at the same time. “Sh, baby. Relax, I´m gonna take care of you.” Chris promises, the endearment slipping easily from his lips.

He starts off with soft kitten-licks, trailing his tongue across the rim, lapping up the slick. The moment his tongue pushes past the tight muscle, Steve cries out and falls forward, his arms not able to support his weight anymore. But at the same time he pushes his hips back, forcing Chris´s tongue deeper inside him until Chris´s lips close around his rim and he starts to suck softly.

“God, Chris…close…so…close.” Steve´s words are barely audible from where his head is buried in Chris´s pillow and his whole body tenses.

Immediately Chris pulls back, slightly out of breath when he says “Don´t hold back, baby. Wanna hear you come. Come just from my tongue inside of you.”

Steve´s groan turns into another cry when Chris´s tongue pushes back inside of him and his orgasm makes his whole body tremble.

Steve´s inner muscles clench around Chris´s tongue and a new wave of slick washes over his taste buds, taste even richer than before.

Chris pulls out and moves back to drape himself over Steve´s still burning hot skin, his hand moving around the boy´s body, his fingers massaging the come into his belly and trailing over the still hard cock. Chris himself is still hard as well, the steady stream of his pre-come mixing with Steve´s slick - but he gives them both some time to get their breathing back under control.

“You came earlier, right? In the bathroom…” he asks and Steve nods, still panting and shivering when Chris´s warm breath ghosts over his skin. “What were you thinking about?” Chris asks and Steve moans before he answers - once again, surprisingly eloquent considering the situation - “I was thinking about you. Your fingers spreading me wide for your cock. Thought about you burying yourself in me, filling me so good and fucking me hard enough that I can still feel it in school on Monday.”

Chris echoes Steve´s moan and his hip snaps forward, his cock riding the cleft of Steve´s ass.

“Please, Chris. Need it, need you to fuck me. Please…full…” Steve´s begging dies on a deep groan as Chris shoves three of his fingers into Steve´s body, the stretched hole easily accepting the intrusion. Chris scissors his fingers when he pulls the out and repeats the motion two more times before using Steve´s juices on his fingers to slick himself up.

“You ready for me Stevie?” It´s more of a rhetorical question as Chris´s dick is already pressing into Steve, his body impossibly hot and tight around Chris. He pushes in in one steady move and the second his balls come into contact with Steve´s ass the other boy starts moving his hips, obviously not wanting any time to adjust.

“Full…God…so good” Steve moans, pushing back. Chris starts with a slow and steady pace, gradually picking up speed until Steve cries out. “That´s…right…right there.” Chris has obviously hit his prostate and his hips slam forward even harder now, hitting that spot on every powerful thrust that drives Steve further up the bed and closer to the edge.

“God…so god…Alpha…my Alpha…” Steve mumbles and Chris growls when he feels his knot grow at the words.

But then the meaning of what is happening fully registers with him and his hips come to a stuttering halt.

He´s about to knot Steve, his best friend. It is one thing to fuck him when he is begging for it, in obvious need, but knotting him? Tying him to Chris, claiming him? That would be something they could never come back from.

He tries to calm himself down, will his knot away. He´s just gonna get Steve off, get him through this and then send him home and never talk about this ever again.

But Steve seems to have other ideas. His hips are still moving, fucking himself back against Chris´s cock and when Chris moves back a little, sliding out, one of his hands comes to land on Chris´s hip, holding him in place. “No…don´t stop. Need you…want your knot. Make me yours…please, Alpha. Chris…my Alpha.”

Chris is not sure how much of this is just the heat talking but he´s never been able to deny Steve anything - the situation they are currently in being more than enough proof of that - so he leans forward again, pushing in until his knot is just outside Steve´s hole. Chris places a soft kiss on Steve´s shoulder blade, mumbling “So amazing…gonna take care of you. Give you whatever you need.” into his skin as he slowly circles his hips forward, forcing his knot into the tight heat of Steve´s body.

Once he´s fully inside, a sob falls from Steve´s lips and he goes completely rigid for a second. But just as Chris is about to panic, Steve breaths out “So fucking good…” and clenches his inner walls purposefully around Chris´s cock, causing Chris to pretty much explode into orgasm, a wordless cry falling from his lips as strand after strand of his come fills Steve´s body.

Chris´s orgasm has pushed Steve over the edge as well and when Chris moves his hand down to stroke Steve through the aftershocks he notices that the boy´s cock is finally softening, his heat satisfied - for now.

Steve is still trembling, his muscles twitching uncontrollably as Chris moves them around carefully, not wanting the tug of his knot to cause Steve any discomfort. But the boy just moans and circles his hips again and again, causing Chris´s cock to twitch and spurt out weak strands of more come.

“God, you´re killing me…” he mumbles into Steve´s sweat soaked hair and wraps his arms around him, pressing his body close to his best friends back.

For a moment they are both silent, taking in the implications of what just happened, of what they just did.

Chris can feel Steve´s body slowly cooling down in his embrace and at the same time his friend tenses up. The second Chris´s knot deflated enough for his cock to slip free without causing either of the two any pain, Steve moves out of Chris´s arms and it´s only thanks to Chris´s quick reflexes that the boy doesn´t manage to bolt again.

“M´sorry…” Steve mumbles when Chris´s arms wrap around him and he pulls him back down onto the bed. “I´m just gonna go home and be out of your hair…”

The hurt in Steve´s voice has Chris turn the boy in his arms and he kisses him - their first real kiss, not fueled by heat, just soft and loving and Chris feels himself relax the moment Steve gives in and kisses back, his lips parting on a nearly silent moan.

Eventually they pull apart, but only far enough so they can catch their breath.

“Next time, I´m gonna spread you out on my bed on your back. Gonna watch as I make you fall apart over and over again.” Chris promises and Steve´s eyes go wide. “Next time?”

Chris´s hold tightens even more. “Of course. You are mine now, Stevie. Mine to take care of. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. My Beta.”

Chris had never really expected himself to say these words - especially not at the tender age of 16 and to his best friend. But it feels right and he probably means it more than anything he ever said before.

At the loving words Steve´s arms wrap around Chris and he practically melts against him, draping one of his legs over Chris´s hip to anchor himself. “Thank you.” Steve mumbles into Chris´s hair and Chris can´t hold back the smile spreading over his features.

“You´re welcome.” he replies, shifting a little so Steve´s head is pillowed on his shoulder. “You´re comfortable now?” he asks, but Steve has already fallen asleep in his arms.