I'm sorry for any spelling errors or repetitiveness or anything like that but it's nearly 2 a.m and I had to write some Peter/Chris porn. I just had to. Enjoy.
-Daft
It was late. So very late. After everything that had happened the past few nights, Chris just needed a break. Gerard was missing, Allison had slipped away with Scott, and Derek had run off, presumably with Isaac and Peter. But at least Jackson was no longer a threat. Well, not as much of one.
Chris couldn't recall the last time he had a decent and worry-free night's sleep. He wondered when the last time he was happy was. The last time he had someone to go home to that he cared about- no- that he loved. Of course he was heartbroken over Victoria's death, but he wasn't in love with her. He never was. She was Allison's mother and a huge part of Chris' life, but a loving wife was something she had never been.
He headed to his black SUV, not quite ready to go home and settle down for the night but not sure what else to do. He walked up through the alley but only made it half way to the vehicle before he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He just stopped, waiting for the other to speak, but nothing came. He turned, already having a good idea who was behind him.
Sure enough Peter Hale stood there, apparently not having left with Derek and Isaac. The werewolf was only four paces away, looking right into his eyes. "Chris." he said in greeting.
"Peter."
Peter adjusted his stance to something casual and less threatening, taking another step toward the Argent. "It's been a while."
Chris only nodded. Hands in his pockets, Peter shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked at the asphalt ground. "How are things? I know it's been rough for you lately. All this death and destruction and such."
Chris scoffed, shaking his head at the other man. After a minute and a glance up from Peter, he answered. "You're right, it has been rough. But I think we'll make it. Thanks for the concern." he turned once again, with every intention of going straight to his vehicle.
Peter was right behind him in an instant, hand gripping Chris' arm. "I know you're not alright. Talk to me." he began putting his free arm around his waist, "Do you miss this?" Chris felt the werewolf's breath on his neck. It took more restraint than it should have not to lean back into the man and just let him take his mind off things.
He turned quickly, shoving Peter back with an elbow. "I don't want you near me, or my family. Do you understand?"
Peter stood looking hurt and dejected for a moment, searching Chris' eyes. He was lying. "I can hear your heartbeat, Chris. You know you can't lie to me. You're glad I came back, aren't you?"
Chris shook his head again. "Whatever there may have been between us back then- whatever you did to me- it's over. It was years ago and I'm not interested anymore." His heartbeat increased again, his words were strained and not at all convincing.
Peter looked down and nodded, inching closer. Chris didn't budge. Peter gently, slowly placed his hands on either side of the hunter's waist, which quickly turned into a hug when Chris reached up, sliding his hands from Peter's elbows, to his shoulders, and finally, around him. The embrace was a little awkward but more than welcome, anyway, and Peter could feel the tension leave the other's muscles beneath his hands. Chris' mouth was saying 'no' but every inch of his body had been screaming 'yes'. He clenched his eyes shut and Peter leaned his head against the hunter's. His hands were under Chris' jacket, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton under his hands. He squeezed lightly, feeling the man in his arms as he hadn't for nearly 7 years. Back then, Chris' sister had only pretended to fall in love with the enemy. Chris actually had. And it was looking like, maybe, just maybe, he still was.
The werewolf turned his head a little, nuzzling at Chris' neck at first, taking in his scent, then his jaw, where he planted a small kiss that was really more like a touch of the lips to the other man's stubble-covered skin. He heard Chris let out a quiet sigh, and risked another kiss. And another. Jaw, cheek, temple, brow. The hunter turned his head as well, touching foreheads with the wolf. "What's that you said about not wanting me near you, Argent?"
Chris breathed in the other man's breath as he spoke. "Shut up, wolf."
Peter leaned in ever so slightly, meeting him half-way in a kiss. God, did Chris need this. All thoughts of Gerard and the kanima were pushed from his mind as Peter's lips moved with his. They kissed slow and sweet with a little tongue and teeth, and each time Chris thought of pulling away, it seemed he could only push himself closer. When Peter tried to break the kiss, Chris caught his bottom lip in his teeth, making him stay put. Peter took that as an invitation of sorts and lead them to the brick wall nearest them, gently pushing Chris against it, moving his hands to stroke the hunter's sides, his belly, his chest. Chris finally broke away when it came down to either stopping or becoming incredibly aroused in an alley with a werewolf trying to mount him.
"You should get home." Peter said, barely speaking, lips against the other man's ear.
Chris hesitated for a moment, thinking, and made a decision. "Come home with me. Just one night." he still hadn't loosened his arms from around Peter's shoulders.
The werewolf nodded, leaning away and walking with Chris to the SUV, both reluctant to lose contact. The ride was silent but not uncomfortable, with Peter reaching from the passenger's seat to touch the hunter- his hunter- stroking the back of his neck the way he knew made Chris relax and feel wanted.
When they arrived at the Argent home, Allison was already there. Chris went upstairs to talk to her as his first obligation. Scott was leaving as Chris reached her doorway and they nodded slightly at each other before he entered his daughter's room, feeling miserable, but knowing that she needed him right now. He knew they had just broken up. Again. And he knew he was the biggest hypocrite on planet Earth right now, and it bothered him, but not quite enough to send the werewolf away he knew was waiting for him. He sat on Allison's bed with her for a little while, talking quietly and very little, and trying to bring her some comfort. It was half an hour before he left the room and said his good nights.
He opened his bedroom door slowly, quietly- a new bedroom, since he couldn't sleep in the one he shared with Victoria anymore. Peter was sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for him, window open behind him. He looked up from his place on the bed, meeting the Argent's eyes as he shut the door behind him. Chris sighed heavily, locking eyes with the werewolf on his bed. "Do you think I'm being unfair?" he whispered, knowing Peter could hear him clearly.
Peter was already shaking his head 'no' before Chris had even finished his question. "No. I think you're being a good father. You're an adult who knows what he's doing, and when she's an adult, she can make these decisions herself. If it were my daughter, I wouldn't want her around Scott either, werewolves or no, that kid's an accident waiting to happen. And not the sharpest tool in the shed, either." Chris started walking toward him now- "Honestly, he was by far my biggest mistake." Chris was practically hovering and Peter was still babbling. "Scott's basically a danger magnet, he-"
"Was he really your biggest mistake?" the hunter interrupted. Peter looked surprised for a moment before nodding.
"You were never a mistake, Chris." he admitted, taking the other's bow-calloused hands in his own. Chris looked down at their hands, squeezing gently. Peter tugged him forward lightly. "Come here." Chris moved his hands to the Hale's shoulders, raising a leg. Peter grabbed his thigh, guiding it to his side and quickly did the same with the other until Chris was straddling him, sitting in his lap face-to-face. Peter locked his arms around the man's waist, pulling him closer so their chests met and leaned in to kiss at Chris' neck. Chris sighed because- God, this was exactly what he needed. He needed to feel another person, to feel heat and flesh and love. No- not love. Not with this man. He wouldn't let himself. But Peter was sucking gently on his ear lobe and rubbing circles with warm hands on his back just above his ass. How he remembered what felt good to him, Chris would have to ask later, though he probably wouldn't.
He suddenly remembered something that he could do for the wolf- something he knew would be appreciated and reciprocated. Chris moved his hand to Peter's head, his hair, pulling him away from his neck. He moved his hand to Peter's cheek and the wolf knew what he was offering then, silently delighted and satisfied that he had remembered the kink. Peter turned slightly to nip and lick and kiss at Chris' palm, moving to hold the hand in his own, nipping at the heel of the Argent's hand, then moving to shove his tongue between each finger. Chris just let him, because he knew that for some reason, the man loved it. Loved his hands. He watched the hand worship for a moment before dipping down and kissing his neck sweetly, waiting until Peter was satisfied. After a minute it stopped and Peter dropped the hand, moving his own hand back to Chris' hip. The hunter received a kiss on his shoulder in thanks.
Chris sighed, turning his head toward Peter and locking mouths. He started to work his button-down shirt off, and with Peter's help, dropping it to the floor in seconds. The wolf put his hands under the thin tee shirt then, feeling warm, soft skin and hard muscle. Tongues and teeth and lips collided but there was no battle for dominance. Peter knew exactly what Chris wanted. What he needed. And what he needed was to be absolutely ravished tonight. The kiss didn't break when Peter leaned back on the bed, pulling Chris with him, one hand firmly on his back and the other slipping down the back of the hunter's jeans but retreating far too quickly. Chris used one arm to keep himself up while his opposite hand roamed across Peter's chest and neck. Their lips parted only for an instant while Peter pulled the aforementioned tee shirt over Chris' head and flung it away from the bed.
It was only after Peter had flipped them over, lying between his hunter's legs, that he pushed his tongue fully into his mouth. Peter's tongue was thick and wet and, God, did he know how to use it when he wanted to. It was gone too soon, though, when Peter sat up to take his own shirt off in one quick motion, tossing it aimlessly into a corner. The werewolf leaned back in, kissing Chris' jaw, working down to his neck, sliding down his body and off the bed bit by bit, kissing over top the soft hair and warm flesh of his chest, his belly, until he was kneeling on the floor between Chris' knees, one hand holding one of Chris' hands, the other hooked under a leg, spreading them further apart. He gave his attention to the hunter's right thigh, kissing and gently biting at the denim, working toward his groin. Peter didn't hesitate when he came to the covered erection, mouthing it from base to head, where he let his tongue push and his lips enclose it as best he could. Chris panted heavily above him as Peter made his hands available, going right for the Argent's belt and removing it swiftly, followed by the unbuttoning and unzipping of jeans. He leaned back to tug them off along with his skivvies. Chris had no shame. It was nothing Peter hadn't seen before, even if it had been a while.
All motion stopped on Chris' end for a second and he propped himself up on his elbows in time to see Peter stand, drop his pants, kick them away, and lean back down over him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pushing Chris further onto the bed. Chris helped him, pulling back onto the mattress before dropping onto his back once more. Peter climbed on the bed as well, working at Chris' belly now, nipping and licking, feeling Chris' muscles clench and twitch just like they always had when he did this. Peter let his canines extend, pushing them onto Chris' skin and dragging down, claws pressing into his back. His hunter gasped above him, "Ah- Gently, gently.. Don't-"
"I know." Don't break the skin. Peter repeated the action a couple of times because he knew it drove Chris just a little crazy, being in such 'danger', being so close to the thing he feared most, and it felt absolutely amazing. Chris' hands were in the wolf's hair, carefully pulling and massaging, as if he was afraid to put too much pressure while Peter was doing such potentially dangerous things with his mouth. Peter opened his mouth wide on Chris' belly and felt the man below him tense considerably as he bit. But it was gentle. So gentle and frightening and arousing all at the same time. Of course Peter would never give him the bite, no matter how much he had wanted to a couple times in the past.
The wolf hauled himself back up, pressing their hips together when he found Chris' mouth again, covering it with his own. Chris wrapped his legs around the larger man's hips, hands buried in his hair until Peter sat up again, hands roaming all over the man lying in front of him, both breathing heavy. Chris knew what he was doing from the motion of his jaw, and sure enough, a moment later, Peter raised a hand to his mouth, depositing a generous amount of thick saliva into his palm, moving it down to his hard-on, which, as Chris noticed for the first time that night- had not gotten any attention yet. This was going to be fantastic. Peter coated it thoroughly in the make-shift lubricant, using what was left to reach down and rub around Chris' entrance, using two fingers just to tease without putting them inside. The hunter let out a breathy moan, hands grasping the blanket beneath him firmly and shifting his hips involuntarily. Peter leaned back over his- lover?- kissing him roughly and positioning himself. He paused to ask if he was ready, but Chris was already nodding, so the wolf pushed slowly forward, pulling out a bit before easing back in. He repeated this a few times before his hunter threw his arms around him, pulling him closer and rocking with him. He'd never felt Chris so tight- not that he could remember- but the human had never liked fingering, so Peter never did it. He quickened his pace, easing deeper. Chris' breath was hot and raspy in his ear as he pushed in and out. Chris genuinely enjoyed this, which, he figured, as probably why he was here now, in the Argent house, fucking Chris Argent like it was his job. It had been 7 long years, and Chris still loved this. What made it more sickly satisfying for Peter was that- at the time of her death- he was sure Victoria still didn't know.
Peter thrust in and out, his hands on his hunter's chest, Chris' ankles behind his thighs. The whole bed was moving with them now, and thank god it didn't creak because he was not stopping. His actions slowly became more desperate, as did Chris' breathing, with a quiet moan slipping out every few thrusts and becoming more frequent, though staying at a low volume. Peter's breath was coming as quickly as his thrusting until he bit down on the human's shoulder, careful not to extend his canines, and let out a low bellow that vibrated in his chest, releasing inside of his partner without slowing down. He only pressed his body closer, providing friction for his hunter, and it wasn't long at all before he came as well, still urging Peter to thrust. So Peter did, until Chris' body started to relax. He slowed and stopped, not sure if he should pull out yet until the other nodded.
Peter lay beside him, almost afraid to touch him in case he did something wrong. They may have just fucked, but Chris was still emotionally fragile, and as far as he knew, he was only there tonight to help him relax, not to cuddle. Sure enough, after the heavy breathing subsided somewhat, Chris sat up and Peter followed, ready to grab his clothes. He had picked up his jeans when he glanced at Chris, who was cleaning himself off with his shirt. He started pulling them on until he heard the other man start to speak, but falling short. He turned back to him. Chris had thrown the covers back and was sitting on the edge, ready to lay down, but had a dejected look on his face. It occurred to Peter that Chris didn't want him to leave. Not at all. He dropped his jeans, quickly returning to his hunter, pressing their lips together and wrapping his arms around him. Chris did the same, pulling him into the bed. They settled in the bed, lying face-to-face, hands gently roaming and touching and stroking, enjoying their afterglow. Chris' motions became slower and his eyes heavier. "Will you be here in the morning?"
"Do you want me to be?"
Chris hesitated, then nodded.
"Then I'll try." Peter said, panting a kiss on his hunter's hand.
Well, there you have it. Some hot old man porn. Four pages of it. Debating on whether or not this should be kept as-is or if I should smack another chapter or two on this and call it a story. Let me know what you think~
-Daft