The (for some strange reason) much requested second chapter of 'Lust Potion'.
Slash, and sex talk, and implications of sex. Also, April is a closet hentai. If it got any weirder, I'd have to throw in a cowboy and chocolate pudding. You have been warned.
David Levin slammed back down to earth to find himself straddling Christopher Hitchcock. While they were both naked. And very, very sticky.
And just when he thought life in Everworld couldn't get weirder.
"Did we..."
"Yeah."
"And then..."
"Mhmm."
"You..."
"Uh huh."
"I..."
"Yep."
"Oh."
Long silence.
Please oh please oh please oh please oh please...
"Again?"
"... all right."
"Is it safe yet?"
"Shh!" April set her ear back onto the door. "I think... oh. Oh wait. Nope. Better give them another half an hour. Or... um. Maybe a little longer than that."
Placing a hand over his eyes, Jalil swore and stalked off into another part of the house.
"Are we going to talk about this?"
Christopher nipped David's ear and sighed. "Do we have to talk about this?" He would have thought Jalil would be the 'let's talk this out' sort of guy.
"Yes."
"C'mon, David. Don't make it weird."
"Weird? Hello, Chris! Me and you having sex – "
"Repeatedly." Heh. Sorry. Mini-maniacal giggle there...
"Right, having sex 'repeatedly'. That's not weird?" That was pushing the boundaries even for Everworld.
"Does it feel weird?"
David paused. Damn it. And he was just working up to such a good tirade too. "Well..."
"If it doesn't feel weird, don't make it weird." Christopher placed a quick kiss on David's shoulder. "Now shut up. I'm tired, and I wanna sleep."
"You're so demanding."
"You like it," Christopher murmured, snuggling up to David.
He'd did like it. Damn it. Almost unconsciously, David placed his arm around Christopher and pulled him closer. He stared down at the sandy- haired boy. At the moment he was caught between beating Christopher up and...
Oh boy. Not going down that road again. Again again. Again again again. However many 'agains' there should be. Whatever.
With another sigh, David settled down and went to sleep, Christopher drooling away on his chest.
"Now is it safe?"
"Well..." April scrunched up her nose. "I think they're snoring. At least, that's what I hope that noise is."
Oh, for the love of God. With a heavy sigh, Jalil opened the door. And squeaked.
"My lab...!" And there, in the middle of the chaos that used to be his workshop, were the two perpetrators. Looking rather... cozy, for lack of a better PG word.
"Awww. They're cute!"
"April..."
"They are!" She clasped her hands and gave a sort of twirl. Jalil tried to prevent himself from running for the nearest washroom. This was too much. Then she turned to him and asked innocently -
"Who do you think topped?"
Jalil pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not happening. He was not having this conversation. He...
"I bet it was Christopher."
"April, we should just le-" Jalil froze in place. "Christopher? Are you nuts? It was definitely David."
"You think?"
"David of the hero-complex? Strong, silent David? Of course David topped!"
"But Christopher's got such a dynamic personality! He's so... so 'get 'er done'!" she argued. How could Jalil not see that? Besides, David was so effeminate...
"David's a control freak. And he's stronger."
"Well, that's true," she admitted. "Still. I say Christopher."
"David."
"Christopher."
"David."
"Christopher fucked David!"
"Actually," Christopher said mildly, looking up at his two voyeuristic housemates from his current position sprawled all over David, "he blew me, he fucked me, I fucked him, then I think there was some mutual humping like horny monkeys. Sound about right?"
"Msghdah."
"Ah. Right. I meant, he blew me, he fucked me, mutual horny monkey humping, I fucked him. Now is it right?" Whew, bad word order. That made it sound like they were humping horny monkeys... With a small frown, Christopher put his head back down on David's shoulder.
"Shhfrymms."
"Exactly. Now, would you mind leaving? I believe I owe him a blow job."
Thoroughly embarrassed at his and April's debate, at having witnesses, and also the possibility of Christopher actually giving David a blowjob, Jalil just couldn't take anymore. Without another word, he left the room.
April (not embarrassed in the least) raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I watch?"
"Yes."
"Damn it." Looking only mildly annoyed, she followed Jalil out.
"There."
"Dshhtigadat?"
"Yup."
"Grskkfdd."
"Aw, I love you too."
"Shhhmnsh." And with that, David hit Christopher over the head with his pillow, formerly known as his shirt.
"You're so abusive. There are support groups for people like me."
"Adhhgn?"
"No, I'm not talking about AA meetings, thanks."
"Jurgysip."
Christopher sighed. David was so stubborn sometimes. "At least come to my room. It's right next door. You'll get a bad back, sleeping on the stone floor."
"..................... okay."
"Blessed be! The beast speaks!"
David growled. He was the sort of person who didn't wake up very quickly and didn't appreciate getting woken up, period. Not to mention his chest was covered in spit. He swiped at it half-heartedly with one of the socks he found on the floor.
"Oops." Christopher blushed and grinned. "Sorry?"
Oh boy. Just like that, David felt all his annoyance at Christopher melt away. Not a good sign. There was supposed to be spit-annoyance! Where was the spit-annoyance?! WHY WAS THERE NO SPIT-ANNOYANCE?!?!
"Ugh." Completely forgoing clothing of any kind, David took the hand Christopher held out and they stumbled down the hall and onto Christopher's bed. "I hate you." All Chris had to do was look cute and – poof! – all of David's rage, gone. That was not supposed to happen. David was an angry person, and he was good at holding grudges. Anger did not just go – poof! – The laws of the universe had been flipped upside down. Again.
Christopher reached sleepily for the blankets at the bottom of the bed. He kicked David lightly in the shin. "Is this going to be one of those love- hate relationships?"
"Depends. Are you going to drool on me all the time?"
"Well, possibly. I mean, aesthetically speaking, you have a very nice ass. And a six pack. Muscles. Tan..."
Oh dear sweet Lord. "Chris, you're drooling on me again."
"Whoops, sorry."
He didn't look the least bit sorry. But the grin was still enough to evaporate any lingering rage.
David let his head fall back onto the pillow. Was there a reason he'd never noticed the potency of that grin before? Was there a reason he'd never noticed anything about Christopher before? Sure, he'd always noted on a surface level that Chris was cute. Blonde hair, green eyes, surfer's build. But had he ever really LOOKED at him? Because his hair wasn't totally blonde. It was more of a brown blonde, and it was a little curly on the ends. And those eyes were a really unusual shade of green. Really light green, like the underside of the elvish trees they had to sleep in one night, except Christopher's eyes had little flecks of gold in them too. And surfer's build was definitely glossing over exactly what Christopher's body looked like. He had shoulders like you wouldn't believe...
"Um, David?"
"Yeah?"
Christopher felt a grin work it's way across his face. A really big grin. "You're drooling."
"...oops."
I don't know why 'Christopher' and 'drool' always seem to connect in my mind, and consequently in these fics, but they do. I must have a drooling Christopher fetish.
Review, please. It's not the most well written thing, so tell me if there seems to be any order to the insanity.
Should I continue? A David/Christopher relationships promises lots more chances for madness and general chaos. And it's a break from all the Draco/Harry angst I seem to be producing lately...
Slash, and sex talk, and implications of sex. Also, April is a closet hentai. If it got any weirder, I'd have to throw in a cowboy and chocolate pudding. You have been warned.
David Levin slammed back down to earth to find himself straddling Christopher Hitchcock. While they were both naked. And very, very sticky.
And just when he thought life in Everworld couldn't get weirder.
"Did we..."
"Yeah."
"And then..."
"Mhmm."
"You..."
"Uh huh."
"I..."
"Yep."
"Oh."
Long silence.
Please oh please oh please oh please oh please...
"Again?"
"... all right."
"Is it safe yet?"
"Shh!" April set her ear back onto the door. "I think... oh. Oh wait. Nope. Better give them another half an hour. Or... um. Maybe a little longer than that."
Placing a hand over his eyes, Jalil swore and stalked off into another part of the house.
"Are we going to talk about this?"
Christopher nipped David's ear and sighed. "Do we have to talk about this?" He would have thought Jalil would be the 'let's talk this out' sort of guy.
"Yes."
"C'mon, David. Don't make it weird."
"Weird? Hello, Chris! Me and you having sex – "
"Repeatedly." Heh. Sorry. Mini-maniacal giggle there...
"Right, having sex 'repeatedly'. That's not weird?" That was pushing the boundaries even for Everworld.
"Does it feel weird?"
David paused. Damn it. And he was just working up to such a good tirade too. "Well..."
"If it doesn't feel weird, don't make it weird." Christopher placed a quick kiss on David's shoulder. "Now shut up. I'm tired, and I wanna sleep."
"You're so demanding."
"You like it," Christopher murmured, snuggling up to David.
He'd did like it. Damn it. Almost unconsciously, David placed his arm around Christopher and pulled him closer. He stared down at the sandy- haired boy. At the moment he was caught between beating Christopher up and...
Oh boy. Not going down that road again. Again again. Again again again. However many 'agains' there should be. Whatever.
With another sigh, David settled down and went to sleep, Christopher drooling away on his chest.
"Now is it safe?"
"Well..." April scrunched up her nose. "I think they're snoring. At least, that's what I hope that noise is."
Oh, for the love of God. With a heavy sigh, Jalil opened the door. And squeaked.
"My lab...!" And there, in the middle of the chaos that used to be his workshop, were the two perpetrators. Looking rather... cozy, for lack of a better PG word.
"Awww. They're cute!"
"April..."
"They are!" She clasped her hands and gave a sort of twirl. Jalil tried to prevent himself from running for the nearest washroom. This was too much. Then she turned to him and asked innocently -
"Who do you think topped?"
Jalil pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not happening. He was not having this conversation. He...
"I bet it was Christopher."
"April, we should just le-" Jalil froze in place. "Christopher? Are you nuts? It was definitely David."
"You think?"
"David of the hero-complex? Strong, silent David? Of course David topped!"
"But Christopher's got such a dynamic personality! He's so... so 'get 'er done'!" she argued. How could Jalil not see that? Besides, David was so effeminate...
"David's a control freak. And he's stronger."
"Well, that's true," she admitted. "Still. I say Christopher."
"David."
"Christopher."
"David."
"Christopher fucked David!"
"Actually," Christopher said mildly, looking up at his two voyeuristic housemates from his current position sprawled all over David, "he blew me, he fucked me, I fucked him, then I think there was some mutual humping like horny monkeys. Sound about right?"
"Msghdah."
"Ah. Right. I meant, he blew me, he fucked me, mutual horny monkey humping, I fucked him. Now is it right?" Whew, bad word order. That made it sound like they were humping horny monkeys... With a small frown, Christopher put his head back down on David's shoulder.
"Shhfrymms."
"Exactly. Now, would you mind leaving? I believe I owe him a blow job."
Thoroughly embarrassed at his and April's debate, at having witnesses, and also the possibility of Christopher actually giving David a blowjob, Jalil just couldn't take anymore. Without another word, he left the room.
April (not embarrassed in the least) raised an eyebrow. "Mind if I watch?"
"Yes."
"Damn it." Looking only mildly annoyed, she followed Jalil out.
"There."
"Dshhtigadat?"
"Yup."
"Grskkfdd."
"Aw, I love you too."
"Shhhmnsh." And with that, David hit Christopher over the head with his pillow, formerly known as his shirt.
"You're so abusive. There are support groups for people like me."
"Adhhgn?"
"No, I'm not talking about AA meetings, thanks."
"Jurgysip."
Christopher sighed. David was so stubborn sometimes. "At least come to my room. It's right next door. You'll get a bad back, sleeping on the stone floor."
"..................... okay."
"Blessed be! The beast speaks!"
David growled. He was the sort of person who didn't wake up very quickly and didn't appreciate getting woken up, period. Not to mention his chest was covered in spit. He swiped at it half-heartedly with one of the socks he found on the floor.
"Oops." Christopher blushed and grinned. "Sorry?"
Oh boy. Just like that, David felt all his annoyance at Christopher melt away. Not a good sign. There was supposed to be spit-annoyance! Where was the spit-annoyance?! WHY WAS THERE NO SPIT-ANNOYANCE?!?!
"Ugh." Completely forgoing clothing of any kind, David took the hand Christopher held out and they stumbled down the hall and onto Christopher's bed. "I hate you." All Chris had to do was look cute and – poof! – all of David's rage, gone. That was not supposed to happen. David was an angry person, and he was good at holding grudges. Anger did not just go – poof! – The laws of the universe had been flipped upside down. Again.
Christopher reached sleepily for the blankets at the bottom of the bed. He kicked David lightly in the shin. "Is this going to be one of those love- hate relationships?"
"Depends. Are you going to drool on me all the time?"
"Well, possibly. I mean, aesthetically speaking, you have a very nice ass. And a six pack. Muscles. Tan..."
Oh dear sweet Lord. "Chris, you're drooling on me again."
"Whoops, sorry."
He didn't look the least bit sorry. But the grin was still enough to evaporate any lingering rage.
David let his head fall back onto the pillow. Was there a reason he'd never noticed the potency of that grin before? Was there a reason he'd never noticed anything about Christopher before? Sure, he'd always noted on a surface level that Chris was cute. Blonde hair, green eyes, surfer's build. But had he ever really LOOKED at him? Because his hair wasn't totally blonde. It was more of a brown blonde, and it was a little curly on the ends. And those eyes were a really unusual shade of green. Really light green, like the underside of the elvish trees they had to sleep in one night, except Christopher's eyes had little flecks of gold in them too. And surfer's build was definitely glossing over exactly what Christopher's body looked like. He had shoulders like you wouldn't believe...
"Um, David?"
"Yeah?"
Christopher felt a grin work it's way across his face. A really big grin. "You're drooling."
"...oops."
I don't know why 'Christopher' and 'drool' always seem to connect in my mind, and consequently in these fics, but they do. I must have a drooling Christopher fetish.
Review, please. It's not the most well written thing, so tell me if there seems to be any order to the insanity.
Should I continue? A David/Christopher relationships promises lots more chances for madness and general chaos. And it's a break from all the Draco/Harry angst I seem to be producing lately...
