A/N: DK and I thank you for reading/reviewing. ;)
Chris was so upset with himself for the way things had turned out. Matt was going to give into him, Matt was going to end this stupidity, and then Chris did his usual routine—open mouth, insert foot. Now Matt was more determined than ever to be the winner of the silly bet. They'd passed another couple weeks trading sexual jabs back and forth, each attempting to bring the other crashing down, begging to be had by the other. It really surprised Chris that they'd both held out this long. He'd been seeing a lot of icy showers and hand action to attempt to keep himself from going off at just the sound of Matt's voice. He hoped at least that this could end before they were both due to go back on the road together, because if not, there was going to be a very unhappy roster trying to walk on eggshells in order not to have Chris or Matt blowing their top and raging at anyone and everyone over the tiniest thing, just because they were sex deprived.
Chris rubbed at his temples, leaning over his guitar to scribble something in the notebook in front of him, only to tear it out and crumple it into a ball and toss it towards the trashcan, where other paper bombs lay haphazard around it. They looked like poor crinkled corpses of creativity. He just couldn't seem to get his brain to work how he wanted it. The lyrics he was trying to compose kept drifting into the X rated area and Fozzy was not going to sing about things Chris wanted to do to his husband, or wanted his husband to do to him. When a hand fell lightly on Chris's shoulder, he startled like a frightened rabbit.
"What?" He barked out, tilting his head up.
Matt looked down at him, his chest bare and damp with water from just having showered. His dark hair hung in wet tendrils over his shoulders and chest, his earth tone eyes like lava churning and boring into Chris, sinking straight to his groin and easily stirring it to twitching life. Matt smirked, his plump, juicy looking lips curving slightly to one side. His fingers bit a bit into Chris's shoulder, just enough to be both painful and pleasant, and it irked Chris to know that Matt had to feel the shudder touch sent through his nerves, like electrical currents popping from a snapped breaker box.
"Jeff invited us over for poker. Wanna come?" Matt's other hand latched on to Chris's other shoulder, clenching the same as the other.
For a moment, Chris let his head roll back so it rested against Matt's bare legs, the soft terrycloth of the towel wrapped around Matt's waist brushing against his hair. His cobalt eyes were closed, his lips parted as he couldn't help the small sigh that left them. His mind hung onto Matt's last two words, twisting them into a different context altogether: Wanna come? Fuck yes I want to come, you assclown! Chris screamed at Matt, mentally.
The fingers continued, roughly kneading at Chris's shoulders, moving towards his neck. When Matt's thumbs pressed in hard, he couldn't help the arch of his spine, or the hoarse cry that twisted from his throat. His guitar tumbled out of his lap and made a discordant sound against the carpet. Chris turned and sat up on his knees, gripping Matt's toweled waist. The fabric was obviously tented, and Chris nuzzled at the prominent erection through the damp, soft, cloth. His hands drifted down as he continued to mew pitifully and nuzzle Matt's shielded cock like a kitten might nose and cuddle at a ball of yarn. One of Matt's hands left its clench on the back of Chris's neck and instead wrapped in his short, bleached hair, tugging and pulling and tangling the gelled tresses. Chris's fingers crept up under the boundary of Matt's towel, slowly inching up his toned legs, crawling over the hot skin, still moist from the shower and getting hot from the thick member throbbing between them. His fingers moved to Matt's inner thighs, ticklishly tracing until they stopped just shy of touching that oh-so-hard piece of flesh.
"Chris—ah…" Matt groaned, before biting into his lip to try and stop the words.
"Of course Matty, I'd love to come." Chris said sweetly, nuzzling once more at the head beneath the towel. "I'd love it so much."
Chris bit his nails into the fleshy inner thighs, and dragged them down, feeling Matt's skin tear beneath his fingers. Matt yelped and groaned, now grabbing Chris's head with both hands and shoving it into his crotch. Chris's eye got impaled with Matt's engorged member, and for a moment colorful dots flashed in one line of his vision. He pulled away from Matt's hands that were unwilling to let go, leaving behind hunks of his blonde hair—as though he needed to increase that not talked about thin spot on top. He rubbed at his scalp as he looked down at one of his hands, and saw crescents of blood under his nails, curving like lipstick smiles. He looked up at Matt, at the pleading look on his face, and now it was Chris's turn to smirk darkly. That look suited him better than it did Matt, anyway.
"What are you doing?" Matt nearly panted, starting to get angry as he realized Chris wasn't going to do anything more.
"Answering your question, parasite." Chris snapped, getting to his feet. "Isn't that what you wanted? Or were you looking for something else?"
Matt gripped Chris's cheeks in his hand, smashing them so his lips pushed out into something of a fish face. It would have had them both on the floor laughing had they been in a different situation.
"No Chris, I didn't want anything else." Matt replied, his voice dripping with mock-sweetness.
He pulled Chris forward and smashed their lips together, digging and raking his teeth against Chris's lips until he tasted blood. Matt pulled away, flicking his tongue against his crimson lips. Chris gasped, and rubbed at his already bruising cheeks, the small purple marks matching the one smeared under his eye. A trail of blood ran from his lip, down the curve of his chin, and dripped off the point, like a scarlet tear.
"Did you want anything else, Christopher?"
Chris's oceanic eyes bore into Matt's, and held them with burning fire of both lust and anger, for a few silent moments. He finally shook his head, giving Matt a wordless answer. He had almost thought about defying Matt, about pushing him, fighting with him, because the way Matt was treating him was making his balls ache and stretching the fly of his jeans until he was sure they would just burst open. But this wasn't about him giving into Matt, this was about Matt giving in to him. With a whimper, Chris rubbed at the tightly pulled denim bulge, as blood from his lip speckled the tanned V of skin that showed between the popped buttons of his white shirt.
"You like when I'm rough to you, don't you Chrissy? You're such an unbelievable slut."
The last word, Matt practically spat out. That made Chris shiver again.
"And you like when I call you that word?"
"Do you like when I touch myself?" Chris countered, already knowing the answer as he played with the button on his jeans.
Matt sniffed, and managed to pull his eyes away from Chris. He nodded towards the pile of trash scattered on the floor, as he frowned.
"I like it when my bitch cleans up her messes."
"Yes sir." Chris said, crawling on all fours over to the mess. He picked up a piece of the paper between his teeth, his mouth looking like a snarl of streaked blood, and he dropped the trash into the can. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Just hurry up, and get ready to go to Jeff's."
Matt left Chris, who gave up the act, and decided to just leave the mess as it was and let Matt blow up over the small defiance. Normally, Matt wouldn't say anything at all to Chris about it, he'd just sigh and grumble a little as he picked it up himself. But they'd both been on edge lately, so Chris knew Matt would be shouting and raving about it before it was over.
Chris went to the bathroom and took care of what Matt had started but not been so kind enough as to finish. After he was done, panting against the vanity, he cleaned himself up and wiped the dried blood from his face. Matt's marks were easily left on him, not only from the apparent bite mark on his lip, but the four finger bruises on one side of his face, and the matching jam-colored thumbprint on the other. Under his eye was a lavender crescent where Matt's cock had almost blinded him, like that kid in that Christmas movie—you'll shoot yer eye out! That made Chris laugh, a little. If you were going to be blinded, might as well be blinded because of something as gorgeous as Matt's wiener.
He went downstairs and found Matt putting his zip-hoody on near the door. They didn't speak to each other. As of recently there wasn't a lot of speaking unless it had to do with seduction or arguing.
Chris followed Matt over to Jeff's property, and the two of them were welcomed inside. Shannon quirked his eyebrow at Chris's marked up face. Jeff just shook his head, being wise to what was going on between his brother and sister-in-law, as Jeff was fond of calling Chris. He facepalmed when the two of them made their way over to the table set up for their card game, and sat as far away from each other as possible. Matt hung his arm over Shane's shoulders and started to talk to him at a too-close-distance, which Jeff knew was just being done to annoy blondie. It seemed to be working, because when Jeff went to take his seat next to Chris, Chris was frowning at Matt, his chin propped up in his hands as he stared holes through Helms.
The game started up fine, the five of them having a pretty good time, save the awkward silences and glances between the married couple. Drinks were shared, the empty bottles quickly piling up on the table, as money was bet and lost accompanied by long strings of curse words and fists slamming against the table. Playful threats were made about who was going to get back at who, and how Jeff better watch his growing stack and stand back—cause there was a Hurricane comin' through. After a while Jeff's luck wore off, and the winning streak had shifted to Helms who was braying about it and doing stupid looking victory dances every time he won. Finally, Chris lounged back in his chair, studying his nails, picking some of the dried blood that was still there from the meeting with Matt's thighs earlier.
"This is boring." Chris yawned, exaggeratedly.
"Nah, maybe you're just boring." Shannon half-joked, opening a bottle of Smirnoff and tilting it to his lips.
"Well then, what do you suggest we do genius?" Matt asked with a roll of his eyes, as he played with a bottle cap between his fingers.
"How about…strip poker?" Chris suggested, leering over at Matt.
"No." Jeff said, not believing that for once in his life he was the one attempting to be the voice of reason.
"Hell yeah!" Helms shouted, jumping up and pumping his fist into the air, clearly in approval.
"Aw, come on Jeffers. It'll be fun. It's not like there's anyone in the room whos never seen you naked before anyway." Shannon added, earning Jeff throwing a half-eaten sandwich at him.
"The list of people who haven't seen Jeff nakers is a real short one. Real short, just like his--" Shane started, breaking off into giggles when Jeff grabbed a handful of Matt's chips and threw those at Helms. "Oh! I'm hit!" Shane yelled, dramatically falling out of his chair and flailing around on the ground.
"Are we gonna play, or not?" Chris asked flatly, grabbing up all the cards and shuffling them.
"Oh, alright fine." Jeff said, giving Shane a hand to help him up.
The game ended up with Chris stripping off pieces of his clothing, unlike the others not just tossing them to the side, but doing it in a luscious, sexy way that had more than Matt shifting in their seats. At first it was okay, he just took off his jewelry, then shoes, then socks. When it came to his shirt, Chris rubbed his hands over his torso, gyrating as he slowly popped each button, and slithered out of the shirt. He dragged his nails over his tanned skin, leaving snakey red lines down his chest, then pinching his nipples as he sighed. Jeff quickly grabbed Chris's wrist, and shoved him down to his chair with a 'That's enough, damn it'.
Chris kept his eyes trained on Matt, who so far was still sitting mostly dressed. Jeff was down to his pants only, and hoped things didn't go any further than that because he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Shane was in his socks, boxers, and shirt, and Shannon had only been forced to peel away his bandana and hoody, so he was still in good shape.
The next round had Helms plucking off one of his socks, Matt peeled out of his shirt, Shannon, took off one of his boots, and Chris moved his hips and danced like a hooker as he undid the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped them.
"Just give it over with." Jeff mumbled, hiding his face in his hand.
Matt was intently staring at his hands which were splayed out over his fanned cards, trembling. The other two men were watching Chris as he rolled his hips, the dark jean material whispering over his soft, tanned skin, revealing the curve of his fine ass and well endowed package under a stretchy waistband and white cottony material. The jeans slid down Chris's legs, slowly revealing his strong, pretty thighs. He finally kicked them off, and crawled up on the table, coming to stop just in front of Matt. He sat back on his heels, and reached for Shane's unopened beer.
"Look here, Matty." Chris growled, his voice rough, as he grabbed Matt's chin and forced it up.
Matt's dark eyes were roiling full of lust, as Chris's shadow fell over him, the look of his husband nearly naked, and hard, in front of the others getting Matt painfully excited all over again. Chris popped off the top of the beer bottle, tilted his head back, and poured the amber liquid over his face and hair. The sudsy, heady, bubbles foamed over his face and shoulders, sliding like brewed cum over his chest, down his belly, as the dark liquid dripped and slithered over and around the curves of his muscles. Chris leaned closer to Matt, dripping with the beer, and brought the empty bottle to his lips. He wrapped them around the spiral head of the bottle, and pushed it slowly into his mouth, his lips parting more as the bottle slowly widened to the body, stopping only when the opened end of the bottle hit the back of his throat.
The room was speechless, a piece of dust fluttering down to the table would have no doubt been deafening. All eyes were wide and glued to Chris, as his wrist turned the bottle and slowly drew it back out of his mouth, pulling his lips off with a pop. He grinned at Matt, and blew a puff of air across the round top of the bottle, drawing a noise from the bottle that sounded almost like a moan.
"Oh, fuck…" Shannon muttered, fidgeting.
Shane leaped up from his chair, and grabbed Shannon by the wrist.
"You're coming t-too." He informed Jeff, before dragging the two smaller men into a room and slamming the door.
Chris slid off the table and into Matt's lap, curling around the other man. Matt had yet to say a word. He opened his mouth, but Chris didn't let him speak. He crashed his lips to Matt's, filling the open mouth with his lashing tongue, moaning and growling into the primal kisses as the crash of their lips and teeth made Chris's already hurt lip swell against Matt's. Chris rocked his hips against Matt, his raging hard-on hitting Matt in the belly. Matt's hands gripped Chris's waist, his back arching from the chair, causing his own hardness to grind against Chris.
"Oh Matty—fu--" Chris's words were swallowed away by Matt who fisted his hands in Chris's hair and clasped their mouths back together in a lock of dueling tongues. Chris gripped Matt's shoulders and thrust harder, snapping his hips, pounding again and again against Matt's belly as though he was fucking his ass through a mattress. Their shouts and cries mingled together as nails and teeth raked against flesh, each others names spilling shamelessly from burning lips.
"Chris, cum for me!"
"I am, ah—I am Matty!" Chris groaned, banging for all it was worth until he was sure the chair would collapse beneath them. With one last cry, Chris arched in Matt's arms, and found his release as Matt mirrored the action, his spine curving up from the folding chair, arching against Chris, as he exploded within the confines of his jeans. Chris buried his face against Matt's shoulder and neck, panting into the dark, wet, ringlets of hair.
"Ah, oh…oh Matt…"
Never had anything that wasn't real sex felt so good. Chris trembled in Matt's arms as his seed wet his briefs and trickled sticky down his thighs.
"Ah…think…we should go home Chrissy." Matt drawled against Chris's ear.
"No…just hold me." Chris said quietly, nuzzling at Matt's damp skin. "I miss…you."
"I miss you too." Matt whispered. "But Chris, I can't give in yet."
Matt slid Chris out of his lap.
"I can't do it right now." Matt said, getting up from his chair. He found Chris's jeans on the floor, and tossed them to the blonde who was standing in shock, his mouth gaped open. "Come on Chris, I said let's go home."