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Skin slid across skin, smooth and slick as Chris followed his lingering path. Across a taut stomach, up a sensitive side, down a long lean arm. He alternated sweet swift pecks with hungry kisses, passion marks darkening under his greedy mouth. His hands never stilled, stroking, kneading, caressing the body of the man who shivered and gasped under him.

Desperate, Chris pushed back his own desire, regaining a tentative hold of his own reactions. He needed to be in control, to remain in charge of the situation despite every nerve in his body being on the verge of overloading with pleasure.

This wasn’t about sex, it was about power, and he needed to remind himself of that as his body threatened to betray him. Angry, he sucked harder, shuddering at the answering moan the action caused. Needing to shut off the sound, Chris squirmed upwards, sucking in a gasp as he slid up sweat soaked skin.

Eyes almost useless in the dim light, Chris used his fingers, reaching until he found a sharp jaw-line. Following their path with his mouth, he licked upward, stubble rough against his tongue. Then blocked the deep moans with his own mouth, absorbing the sound.

Chris longed to throw his leg across the other man, weigh him down with his weight. But the jeans pooled round his ankles made that impossible, and Chris had to be content with putting his hands either side of the other’s head, savagely pressing down. It had to be uncomfortable, the kiss was bruising and the floor hard under their bodies, but Chris didn’t care as he felt hands scrabble at his back.

A sound reminded Chris he needed to end this, and he broke the kiss biting hard against tender skin before whispering ‘Next time I’m gonna fuck you.’ The words were effective, and within seconds Chris felt hot liquid hit his leg, the sensation triggering his own release.

Satisfied, Chris allowed himself a second to relax before kneeling up and pulling one of the coats from above him, using its sleeve to wipe off his stomach and legs. Throwing it at the other man, he stood, pushing more coats aside until he could stand and pull up his jeans. Dressed he looked down, then felt his whole body reel as the feeling of revenge he expected to glorify in didn’t materialize.

He thought he’d feel triumphant, showing that he was the best after all. But all he felt was a rush of lust and affection, and that would never do. Chris looked down, trying not to see the golden skin and satisfied smile of the man below. He had to be strong, show who the better man was, maybe not the original, but the greatest. So schooling his face into a sneer, Chris spat out. “Still think you’re the best, Kevin?” before opening the closet door and sneaking out.

He didn’t look back; he couldn’t.




It started as such a perfect day. On a Sunday I slob, get ready when I want, do what I want. James and Corey had went out to see the Mercy ship that was docked at Sunderland, so I was chilling on my own. It's Justin day on VH1, and there was a 1 and a half hour NSYNC special later ( more about that later), and Justin/NSYNC videos all day. Like I said, perfect.

I'm sitting at my desk, reading LJ, replying to some comments, and tranfering all my media files onto disc ready for tommorrow. ( Where on earth did I find over 50 songvids btw?!) My mobile rang, so I answered to be told by James that he was at my in-laws house, but they weren't there. So he'd phoned and they were coming to visit us, and as he was talking were on the outskirts of Houghton.

This gave me five minutes to get ready and tidy up, and I mean literally get ready, at that point I was still in my night clothes. Hey it was Sunday all right. I ran picking up clothes, emptying bins etc. Then there was a knock on the door before my dad in law walked in just as I was running to get ready.

Got ready, came into the living room and saw them standing next to the computer where I'd left a Word file open I'd been working on, the one behind the above cut *blush*

So they talked all through the Justin specials, then the NSYNC one came on and I sprang to the video to press record and I may have squeed a little

I have to say one thing about the in laws, they're really cool about me being a fangirl. My own family think I'm weird, but they ask questions all the time and think it's great. All they did was ask if I liked NSYNC and then asked which one in particular. When I said Chris Nicola just laughed and remarked 'the strange looking one' *g*

So that's my day so far. I've the special to finish watching later, it looks interesting. It's the first time I've seen a grown up Jason. But I must get the rest of Blue2 wiped. I'm behind schedual now :(

Comments

[lindas-muse.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Well written!
Kind of angsty. But very good.

[babycakesin.livejournal.com]

lol your in-laws sound cool alright... oh boy do I hate it when people come on Sundays unannounced - surprises can be pretty shitty (I like to lie around late in my nighty on Sunday) - c'est la vie as we say in France lol