Title: Concrete Hearts

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Phil/Beth, Chris/Jessica, Chris/Phil, etc.

Summary: Chris and Phil are both heartbroken souls looking for a connection. When they find it in each other, the whole world conspires to keep them apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the movies mentioned.

Warning: Slash, Het, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 10/? – The First Time

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Chris made Phil sit down on the bed, before he went off to make sure that his children were all tucked in. When he returned, Phil had his knees drawn into his chest and he had left his tazer and firearm on the other side of the room. "Phil? Look at me, Phil."

"What do you want from me, Chris?" Phil asked, tired and a little bit scared. Not of Chris. He was afraid of what Jessica would do to Chris if she found out about this. "There's only one bed in here and -,"

Chris smirked. "Yeah. I realized that there's only one bed in here." He sat down on the other side of the bed and looked at Phil hopefully. "You can have the bed and I'll use the floor. I just wanted to know that you're safe, that's all."

Phil tilted his head to the side. "I can't do that to you. This is your room and your bed."

Chris nodded slowly. "Well, there is an alternative."

"What's that?" Phil asked. It was almost endearing how naïve he was.

"We could sleep in the same bed." Chris offered. "I mean, we're two fully grown men. We're not hormonally driven teens anymore. I'm sure that we can both be in the same bed without anything sexual happening."

Phil looked at Chris uncertainly, before he said, "Okay."

Phil took off his shirt and left it in the corner by his tazer and firearm, before he slid into the bed on the extreme left side of the mattress. He didn't turn around when he felt Chris slide in on the other side. Chris turned onto his side so that they were back to back, and Phil could feel the heat that radiated off of the bigger man's body. Phil had to admit that being so close to Chris was nothing short of enticing. He could feel his nether regions stir as the man's intoxicating scent washed over him, and Phil curled in on himself as much as he could to try and hide it.

An hour later found them both asleep. Phil and Chris had turned over somewhere along the line and Phil had intertwined his body with Chris'. The smaller man's body was pressed so closely to Chris' that Chris could feel every inch of him, including a blossoming erection to match Chris' own. Chris' hips shifted slightly, eliciting a moan from the tattooed police officer. After a moment, Chris awoke, startled by the rush of pleasure that came over him all of a sudden. Slowly, he brushed his hand over Phil's raven locks. The smaller man's breath was heavy with lust and a thin sheen of sweat coated his tan skin.

Hesitantly, Phil's eyes fluttered open in time to see Chris lean in and claim his lips in a heated kiss. Phil felt a sharp, intoxicating pain when Chris bit down on his lip ring and pulled gently. Hands traveled down over Phil's bare chest as if he had known it his entire life, tweaking the nipples and memorizing every inch of tanned skin and muscle that he found. Finally, Chris drew back from the kiss. Phil was breathless and his lips were swollen and bruised a dark, bloody red. His hands hesitated above the button of Phil's slacks. In the end, it had to be Phil's decision.

"Phil, tell me what you want me to do." Chris said honestly. "If you want this to stop, this doesn't have to go further. But I can tell that your body doesn't want this to be over. Don't deny yourself, Phil."

Phil's beautiful olive eyes slid closed. "It's… I have a girlfriend, and this is so, so wrong. But…" Chris' fingers trailed down over the tent in his slacks, and he let out a soft whimper. "Just do it."

Chris smirked, before he leaned down and kissed the smaller man once more. Swiftly, he unbuttoned the man's slacks and took them off of his body. His boxers followed suit. Then, Chris climbed between Phil's legs and bent down, taking the man's half-erect cock into his mouth and sucking harshly. He drew back, sliding his tongue over the heated organ and swirling it over the head. Releasing it with a wet pop, he jerked it a few times in his hand and drew his blunt nail over the slit. He pressed two fingers to Phil's mouth and ordered him to 'suck' before he took the heated member back in his mouth.

Once his fingers were slick, he took them out of Phil's mouth and shifted him a bit so that he could reach the man's untouched entrance. He circled his middle finger around the puckered entrance once, before he pressed it in slowly. Phil let out a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a moan. Chris hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder on his cock to try and force him to relax, and once he did, he slipped another finger past the tight barrier. Scissoring them back and forth, he was able to slide the last one in with ease. When he deemed Phil well-stretched, he slid out and slicked his erect cock.

"I won't lie to you." Chris looked Phil in the eye, his tone extremely serious. "This will hurt. But I need you to stay relaxed and calm. If you want me to stop, then say 'Chicago'. I honestly don't want to hurt you."

Phil nodded, squeezing his eyes closed as Chris lined up with his entrance. "Okay."

Chris slowly pushed in, hating to see how Phil's face scrunched up as he tried to accommodate the size of the foreign intruder. "It'll be okay, Phil. Just try not to think about it too much."

When Chris bottomed-out, Phil let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He waited a moment to speak because he didn't trust his voice, before he nodded to Chris. "Move."

Chris started a slow and sensual pace, almost afraid to tear the smaller man. But Phil wouldn't have any of that. He hooked his feet around Chris' waist and pressed his heels into the small of Chris' back. Without even batting an eyelash, he forced Chris all the way inside of him. The head of Chris' leaking cock slammed into his prostate ferociously. After that, all thoughts of slow, sensual sex flew out the window. A few more strokes to his prostate sent Phil over the edge, and the second that his walls clamped down around Chris' cock, Chris came as well, coating Phil's insides with his essence.

Chris pulled out, about to say something to Phil, when he noticed that the smaller man had fallen into a light doze. Chuckling softly, he stood and went out to find a washcloth to clean up the mess that they had made…

THE NEXT DAY

Phil knelt in front of the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. His stomach hurt and he was oddly dizzy, and the minute that he had awakened to the scent of pancakes and bacon from room service, he had made an emergency stop in the bathroom. When he was sure that he was finished, he took a small Dixie cup and filled it with water, before he washed his mouth out and spat in the toilet. Flushing the mess down, he had to wonder why, all of a sudden, he had the desire to run out into the main room of the hotel room and eat the entire meal.

He went out a few minutes later, dressed in some of the clothes that Chris had left out for him on the foot of the bed. His tazer and his firearm were secured in his belt, and his hair fell loosely around his face because he didn't have his hair gel. His suitcase sat on the floor by the door. Chris must've gone over to his hotel room and retrieved it after Phil had passed out. Speaking of that, he was surprised that he wasn't sorer. Every so often, there was a sharp spark of pain in his lower back, but other than that he felt as he normally did. Save for the queasiness in his stomach. That was new.

"Phil!" Chris smiled at him warmly. "I was beginning to think that you would never get out of bed! Here, sit down and have some breakfast. I hope that you like pancakes and bacon."

Phil's stomach turned at the smell of the delicious food, but he nodded anyway. He knew that he needed to eat. "Yeah. I'm sure that it's better than my cooking. Selene always complained that I burned the pancakes."

Chris chuckled. "Well, these definitely aren't burned. They're nice and fluffy. Isn't that right, Ash?"

Ash turned his big blue eyes onto his father. "Right, Daddy!"

"How many pancakes would you like, Phil?" Chris asked expectantly. He already had a plate out and everything.

Phil looked down at his hands, which trembled at his sides. This in itself was unusual. "I'll have two pancakes." Chris was about to ask him about the bacon, but Phil beat him to it. "No bacon. I don't like bacon."

Chris nodded. "Okay. Two pancakes and no bacon it is, then."

Ash looked at Phil excitedly. "Come and sit next to me, Phil!"

Chris smiled as he watched Phil sit down next to his son. The little boy than proceeded to tell him everything and anything that he could, extremely excited to see the man that he called his 'hero' again. Shortly after Ash had first met Phil, he had told Chris that he wanted to be a police officer when he was older. Chris was thankful that Ash finally had a role model that wasn't a dancing purple dinosaur or some form of cartoon character. Phil was a wholesome influence on his children who obviously cared for them deeply. Chris handed over the plate of food to Phil and watched him slowly start to eat.

Once Phil had finished eating, they started to pack up to head out to the tour bus so that they could reach their next destination by tomorrow night. However, before they could make it too far, there was a knock on the door. Chris frowned, looking down at his watch. It was 6:45 AM. Who the hell would want to bother him at 6:45 AM? His question was soon answered as he walked over to the door and opened it. A frazzled maid stood on the other side of the door, her hands trembling as she looked at him with teary eyes. She had a dark flush on her wrinkled face.

"Is there a Mr. Brooks here?" She asked, her accent extremely thick.

"Yes, he's over here. Why?" No-one knew that he had brought Phil to his hotel room last night, so why was this woman suddenly interested in his whereabouts. "Who sent you?"

"I need to speak with him immediately." She said assertively.

Chris was unsure, but Phil came to the door anyway. "I'm Phil Brooks. What do you need?"

The woman handed him a stack of pictures, before she took hold of his hands tenderly and said, "I am sorry. So very, very sorry."

Confused and now a little more than alarmed, Phil drew back into the hotel room and filed through the pictures. A dark flush came over his face when he realized what they were. Each had been taken in the middle of his heated encounter with Chris the night before. Some were extremely intimate shots as well. Chris came over, wanting to know what had the ravenette so upset, but Phil hurriedly pressed them to his chest. Not wanting to upset the tattooed officer, Chris backed off. When he was a safe distance away, Phil turned the last photo over and found a note written on the back.

Dearest Phil,

You lied to me. You told me that you would stay away from my husband and my children, and what do I find? The loyal officer of the law in bed with the rock star. It's despicable. You sicken me, Phil Brooks. But I also have to say 'thank you'. Your budding relationship with Chris may be exactly what I need to win the custody battle. Just think how much he'll love you then. You'd be responsible for taking his children from him. The lights of his world. You have to realize that, no matter how much he claims to adore you, you'll always come in second to his children. And that puts a smile on my face. Enjoy the pictures, Phil. Soon, they'll be all you have left.

Love,

Jessica Irvine

Phil's stomach turned on him and, before Chris could say a word, he ran back to the bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach once more…

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