Warning! Smut ahead!

It was nearly impossible for the two to set a rhythm; Dave kissed with such passion, long and thorough, while the younger was desperate and eager, unable to slow down if he wanted to; conquering the other man's mouth with an invading tongue.

Chris could hear his heart pound wildly as he fought for some meaning of control. How a simple kiss could drive a person so mad with need; he couldn't understand. He knew he wanted more, but not sure exactly of what.

Dave's mouth opened automatically to accept the thrilling advances; he melted as that tongue slicked against his own.

Something nudging against Dave's leg caught his attention. Breaking the contact between their faces, his eye's flickered open to peer back into Chris'. "Is that your-" He whispered, his gaze dropped lower, settling on the bulge in the others pants. Dave's breathing became considerably labored; his pupils blown wide.

Chris fought back the nervous laugh that struggled up his throat as he averted his eyes anywhere but into Dave's. "Sorry." He whispered shyly, unsure of himself and at Dave's reaction. But that all changed quickly when his lips were once again claimed with a kiss more fierce and demanding than the first one.

He was throbbing against the uncomfortable confinement of his pants, seeking some sort of release as he ground against an equally hard length pressed between their bodies.

Dave canted forward, meeting the boys unstill hips with his own; the sensation magnified by the kisses they exchanged. It wasn't enough that they were actively grinding against each other; he wanted more. Back at Chris's place they had been interrupted, but this time he wanted to go further. Chris looked like he wanted it too, the way he was shamelessly rubbing himself against his own hardness.

He pushed himself up so he wasn't so much of laying on the boy as he was leaning over him, his hand snaked between their bodies, trailing between Chris' thighs, making his intentions known as he lightly palmed the man's bulge.

Chris gasped as a hot sear of sensation jolted him. Automatically he reached down and covered that hand with his own; pressing heavily upon it as he lifted his hips in response.

They were wrapped around each other, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Hips were pushing back into him and Chris broke the kiss only to whisper his friend's name in one breathless moan.

It was clear what Dave wanted, what they both wanted, but Chris hadn't exactly pictured his first time being on some tacky, old couch that belonged to a man that would sooner kill him than speak two words to him. But as it was, he was just too far lost in pleasure to stop now.

A wave of desire swept over Dave, curling low in his abdomen at the sight of his friend pleasuring himself against his hand. His hips strained forward, his entire being yearning for that boy who moaned his name so delectably. Unable to help himself, he re-initiated another kiss, pressing against those inviting lips and breathing in deeply through his nose as he struggled to contain his excited pants.

"Don't stop." Chris pressed harder against Dave's hand when he noticed some resistance; encouraging his friend as he rocked into his palm. The pressure caused flames along every nerve down his body, his breathing labored and ragged between the lips that once again claimed his own.

Hesitant, he slid his other hand down the length of their bodies, squeezing the other through his jeans as Dave was doing to him; watching every reaction and catching every pleasured gasp as he clumsily followed the other's lead.

Dave inhaled sharply, his breath stuttering out as he exhaled. His heart pounded excitedly in his chest at the timid touches against his dick. The clothes had to go, they were seriously inhibiting their ability to touch each other where it mattered most.

Spurred on by the others enticing responses, Dave fumbled around in the others lap, managing to flick the button open on the mans jeans despite Chris' hand being in the way. He gripped the zipper tab between his thumb and forefinger before pulling it downward.

What was the point in taking it slowly if it was obvious what they both wanted? He needed something hot and heavy; he needed the release that he had been denied hours before.

Dave Littered kisses along the man's jaw, his hand dipped into the man's pants, tracing the outline of his arousal teasingly before wrapping his fingers around his girth and giving him a single pump.

Chris arched into that hand; squeezing his eyes shut and biting down hard on his lip as he choked back a moan. Besides himself, he had never had another touch him like this before and the unimaginable sensation it caused had Chris fighting to control himself in every way he could to keep from calling out.

A hand snaked its way up the loose shirt of McCready's that Dave wore and rested on his hip; fingers slipping just under the waistband of his pants. His other was gripping the side of the couch hard, every muscle in his body tensing in response from the warmth and skill of Dave's teasing fingers. Chris long since abandoned his effort at trying to sort out the confusing sensations of how familiar, and new, all this felt at the same time. It was like touching himself only a hundred times better.

Dave's lips left a moist trail down Chris' face as he tucked his head in the juncture between his lovers throat and shoulder. He licked a slow stripe up the cord in his partners neck, his tongue undulating against the man's skin as the other swallowed thickly while struggling to contain his breathy whimpers. Dave found himself wanting to draw those sounds out of the boy that Chris was trying so hard to suppress. "Don't hold back, I wanna hear you."

His free hand roamed around the exposed chest chest in front of him, fingers brushing passed raised pectorals. The other hand occupying the man's pants moved steadily, stroking Chris' heated prick at a measured pace so as to prolong the experience and to keep the boy from finishing too quickly. It was an odd feeling, touching a cock that wasn't his own. It was only a little surprising how it sent stabs of arousal deep in his gut.

The hand testing the elastic of his boxers caused Dave to groan in anticipation. He ached for Chris to just shove his hand inside of his pants and go exploring, but he didn't want to freak the other out by being acting like he didn't have any patience.

Chris stifled the groan threatening to escape. "We gotta be quiet," denying Dave his request as the McCready duo were in the room just next to them; that was easier said than done of course.

Dave was too far gone to care if his allies heard them or not. He wanted to protest, to tell Chris that it didn't matter, but he was distracted from his thoughts as a wandering hand smoothed across his chest, fingers gliding downwards to the front of his pants; igniting sparks of tingling pleasure as they went.

Chris' hand left goosebumps in its wake as he skimmed his fingers along the waistband of his friend's boxers. Unbuttoning the pants and sliding the zipper down, he slipped his hand inside past the short curls of light hair before grasping the thick member. Dave moaned appreciatively and the kisses on his neck intensified.

It was so weird, unusual to be touching another man like this, but in a strange way it felt so right too, perfect. Chris experimentally squeezed his lover a little harder; the younger's eager desire and curiosity prompted his move, but Chris had never expected the surge of pleasure he felt of touching another in this way.

He knew Dave was taking his time, wanting this to last as long as possible for the both of them, but Chris' need for release was overpowering. The gradual pace of the other stroking him was almost too much endure, each painfully slow glide of Dave's hand only brought him closer to the edge.

"Faster," he ordered, though more a mere whimper than a demand, rocking his hips up to thrust into Dave's grip.

Dave's grip on the boy tightened, he could feel how hard Chris was, and he knew from experience how frustrating it was to be so close, and teased when all you wanted was relief. Having mercy on the man, he quickened his pace, his wrist flicking down and back up again on his partners cock while his own insistent hips shifted forward into Chris' hand.

Slow heat was building inside him, his body trembling with the raw essence of pleasure as Dave stroked him faster and faster. His own hand on Dave slowed as his concentration was now entirely on his own greedy need, a dizzying urgency for release.

He no longer cared who might hear him; it was difficult to even keep trying as each pump of that hand heightened his pleasure and forced him to cry out.

"Ah, fuck, gonna cum." His still hand gripped almost painfully tight around Dave's cock as his body tensed in response to climax, but Chris paid little attention to his friend's comfort. All that mattered was his friend's hand jerking him off, making him cum; the pangs of sharp pleasure igniting every nerve ending in his body. Unintelligible sounds of need were forced from his throat, gasping as the full force of release took his breath and he was coming into his lover's hand in short spurts of warm fluid.

Dave lifted his head from his partners collar bone, grunting at the vice like grip around his poor dick. He pulled away just in time to witness the sight of the Chris' flushed face as he came undone beneath his fingers. The incredibly alluring sounds the other made caused his cock to twitch in his lovers grip; making him painfully aware of his own state of need.

Not wanting to disrupt the others post-coital haze, Dave struggled to even out his erratic breathing as he held himself above his friend, gaze fixed on Chris' debauched appearance. He felt a sick sense of pride knowing that he'd been the one to put that blissful expression on his face. Dave relished in the look the other gave him as Chris' hooded eye's opened to meet his own.

Well, they do say the best thing for a headache is an orgasm and it certainly made Chris forget the pain for a while.

Something Chris had done over a hundred times himself would never compare to how the hand of another felt against him. Deep, shuddering breaths heaved against his chest as he came down from his high. His eyes glazed over, half-parted, staring longingly up at his friend.

He never thought he'd be so comfortable with another person, let alone a supposed enemy; just having this person close to him, holding him, had Chris wondering when this had become more than just physical in his mind.

He pushed the conflicting emotions aside; blaming his innocence and the fact that Dave just happened to be the first person he shared something so intimate with. He chose to accept the fact that Dave would never feel the same way.

"Mmm, your turn," grinning widely, seductively, masking his true feelings as he played his fingers along the shaft of Dave's cock. His free hand snaked around Dave's neck, pulling him closer to where he could fasten his lips against the older boy's neck, tasting the rhythm and pulse of desire surging underneath the hot skin.

Their position with Dave pressed so close to him made it difficult for Chris to really do much with his hand trapped between their bodies. "Is there a spare bedroom or somethin' here?" Plus, he wanted to experience so much more and the small couch made it difficult to do the things he was currently fantasizing about.

Dave pulled away dazedly, "Uh, yeah." He didn't want to get up just yet, he liked having Chris lying pliant beneath him, but he realized that the younger boy was having trouble touching him properly with the limited space on the couch. Reluctantly, Dave climbed off the other, standing up with a hopeful smile playing on his face, beckoning for the other to take his (clean) hand to help him up.

With Dave's help, Chris slowly stood up from the couch, still a tad dizzy from his injury, and allowed himself to be led to the spare bedroom.

Once there, his arms immediately locked around Dave's slender waist and sought out those lips with his own, pulling the larger man close to his body and kicking the door closed behind them.

- o - o - o -

Damon lifted his eyes from the gun he and Mindy were working on as a sudden thump against the paper-thin walls was heard. "The fuck was that?" He rose from his chair and cautiously approached the door to the living room.

"Just stay there." He told his daughter before slowly pulling the door open and peering out. He noticed the boys missing and instantly panicked with the thought that they had escaped until he saw the door to the guest bedroom closed, which was usually left open unless someone was in it. 'Well at least they're not using my couch anymore.'

As much as he didn't care for his young friend banging the son of the man he was planning to kill tomorrow night, at least he knew they wouldn't be going anywhere. May as well let them have their fun now because this time tomorrow Damon could guarantee they would never be seeing each other again.

"They aren't doing it in there are they?" Mindy asked scornfully, unwilling to approach the door to go and check even before her father ordered her not to. "We're gonna need to burn that couch now."

"What? No! No, they are not!" Not wanting to discuss it any longer, especially with his daughter, Damon retreated to the living room.

"The couch is fine, Mindy. We are not burning the god-damn couch."

He beckoned for his daughter to join him from the other room. "Come on. Let's throw on a movie," another bang against the wall, "preferably a loud movie. I highly doubt we'll be getting any sleep tonight."

"What ever you say, but I'm not sitting on it." Mindy declared. She hesitated as her father waved for her to join him, pausing before the arch of the door way before stepping inside the next room.

- o - o - o -

Chris' hands found the hem of Dave's top and pulled, yanking the over-sized shirt over his friend's head before shrugging off his own loosened shirt from his shoulders. Taking hold of Dave's wrists Chris shoved him hard against the nearest wall, crushing their lips together before the other man could object.

Dave's sinewy arms came to wrap around the man's middle as he overpowered the other in one swift easy move; pushing Chris against the wall instead as he flipped their positions. "We didn't come in here to use the wall." Dave leaned forward to give the other a fleeting kiss, feeling Chris struggle against him playfully, testing his strength.

Chris threaded his fingers between the other man's before closing into fists and raising his arms up above his head, pinned against the wall as he had done to Dave.

"I want you now", Chris pleaded, already hard again and just wanting that quick release once more.

Dave's resolve nearly perished as Chris practically begged for him to take him right then and there as he put himself in that compromising position.

He resisted the urge to ravish the boy; that could wait till they were both laying down on the bed. "I want you too, just- wait." Dave's decision wavered again as the man continued pleading. Chris was seriously not making this easy for him.

Chris fought against the other as he found himself being forced backwards to the bed. "What's wrong with right here?" It didn't matter where; against the wall, on the floor, but the bed was too damn far away and Chris couldn't wait any longer.

"We're almost there..." Dave said while stalking his friend, leading him to walk blindly backwards.

The short distance to the bed felt like an eternity to Chris who, if it were up to him, would have just been content to have each other on the floor. He glanced back when he felt his legs hit the bed frame and steadied himself with a hand on the mattress as he fell back towards to the bed. A hand pushed against him, telling him to lie down, which Chris eagerly agreed to; shifting himself to the middle of the bed before kicking off his jeans that had already been previously loosened.

Dave followed quickly behind; both unable to bear even the few seconds of distance between them as they urged into a closeness that made breathing all but impossible. The mattress dipped under Dave's weight as he crawled towards the object of his desire, the old springs beneath creaked in protest with every movement. Weren't Damon and Mindy pretty well off? Well then why didn't they replace these cheap as shit beds? His thoughts grew distant as they were replaced with lusty ones about his friend.

Chris moved to push down Dave's pants, needing to feel that hardness against him with only the thin fabric of their boxers between them.

He reached up to tangle his fingers into the long, shaggy hair, hauling Dave in close for another plunging kiss as he jutted his hips up into the hard, angular body pressed against his.

It was incredible what a single kiss could do to him. He refused to have Dave part with him again as he claimed the other's lips with his own; one hand wounded into his lover's hair, the other clasped around his neck. He could feel some resistance and grunted in protest when Dave pulled away, ending the kiss much too soon for his liking.

"What? Come on, just kiss me," impatient, demanding; controlled by his own selfish desire. His nails forcefully dug into Dave's neck, but the older boy didn't budge and seemed to have something else in mind.

"Wait," Dave's lips brushed against the impatient mans as he spoke. "Let me try something..." He snuck a hand between their bodies, pushing aside the boxers the other wore while he uncovered the source of Chris' need. Dave fished inside his own shorts for his erection before returning to the boy underneath him. His fingers circled around both of their lengths, pressing their shafts together as he stroked them as one.

"Fuck… Dave…" There was no controlling the confused rush of sensations when Chris felt the other's slick member graze his own as both their cocks were pressed together in Dave's hand. His head fell back against the pillow, both hands reaching out for anything to grip onto; finding the sheets beneath them and twisting them in his fists. His eyes shut tightly in full concentration on the sensations that speared through him like fire. He could hardly cry out, only managing rapid, shuttering breaths as he squirmed under the skill of Dave's hand simultaneously working them both.

Dave's fist worked effectively between them, jerking on their dicks steadily as his hips jostled forward instinctively to meet every pump of his hand that highlighted their pleasure. Long fingers fanned out occasionally to disrupt his rhythm, sliding over the sensitive glans of his lovers cock. He swiped a thumb over Chris' head to collect the pre-cum beading at his tip, lubricating his palm, before moving on to do the same to his own cock.

He surveyed the others reactions through slit eyes as his speed increased on their erections. Dave shuddered through his own administrations, the familiar feel of his own hand, combined with foreign one of Chris' length pressing against his shaft was quickly seducing him to the cusp of his orgasm.

A light flush shaded Chris' pale skin. Head tossed back against the pillow, hips bucking up into Dave's touch; each stroke fetched a ragged moan from the younger boy. He gasped as a thumb smoothed over the head of his cock, circling the highly sensitive area. The slight roughness of Dave's palm combined with the hard flesh rubbing against his own was already drawing a second climax near.

Chris' eyes opened, catching Dave watching him with dark, burning intensity. He gazed back at him, an equally possessive and hungry look in his eyes before curving a hand around his neck and pulling Dave down into a kiss; teasing out his lover's tongue to capture it in his own mouth.

"Slow down," he wanted to say, heat rising in him as Dave's movement began to quicken. But the warning he tried to articulate came out as nothing more than a soft whisper between their lips. His hand reached down to cover his friend's; willing the other to both slow down and speed up, wanting this to last, but unable to hold on any further.

Perspiration gathered on his Dave's from the effort of his pumping fist as he concentrated solely on pleasuring them both, the muscles in his arm flexing lightly with every movement. The wanton sounds his lover made shot straight down towards his cock, fueling his hand to move at a faster pace over the heated flesh of their lengths. Chris' expression reflected the want Dave felt, and he sank down, caressing the others soft lips as demanding hands pulled at him roughly in the younger man's urgency.

"Shit, so close-" He said, his voice rising temperature of their moving bodies fed the inferno growing in his abdomen, the coil in his stomach tightening as the sensations pooling in his crotch became too much. Dave gasped into his partners mouth, his eye's pinched closed as he stroked them both frantically, spilling between his fingers.

Holding back was useless by this point, Chris decided. Unable to obey the need to prolong this as a more savage urge took over. They had the rest of the night to explore each other further, or, as Chris hoped, much longer than that.

He held tightly onto Dave when he heard those words drawn from his lips as a shuddering pleasure claimed the body in his arms. Staring up at his lover's face he almost forgot his own pleasure for a brief second in his eagerness to savor Dave's; he had never seen or felt anything more beautiful and sexy and perfect in his entire life. Dave's cock pulsating against his, wetness flowing down both their lengths; it was enough to set him off as he immediately followed his lover, a cry tearing from his throat as he came, back arching into the sensation, releasing himself into the white tide of a piercing climax.

Smirking slightly at the feel of the boys release coating his hand, Dave felt achievement in being able to push Chris over the edge for the second time that night. His hand slackened on their softening members as his breath beat across the others pink skin, panting lightly into the man's neck as he rode out the remainder of his orgasmic bliss with his lover.

He caught himself just as he was about to slump forward, and instead dropped down beside Chris' form. Missing the others natural heat, Dave first wiped his hand off onto the soiled bed sheets before pulling his partner to him. Chris curled up against him, pillowing his head on the strong chest and feeling the distant thrumming of his heartbeat.

An obviously sated Chris sighed, his breathing slowing back into normal rhythm; dazed and utterly spent from his second orgasm that night. He lifted his head to press his mouth against Dave's neck, moving over the slowing pulse, tasting the heated, salty skin sweet against his lips.

Depleted of all his previous energy, Dave's movements were sluggish as he slid his hand along the expanse of Chris' back, tracing lazy patterns over his skin. The day's tiring events were quickly catching up to him, rendering his body exhausted. His eyelids drooped as he could hardly commit to holding them open anymore. Dave's arm made a smooth transition from rubbing the man's back, to draping over his shoulder as he embraced him loosely. "I think I'm going to fall asleep." Dave warned.

Chris wasn't tired. Well, his body sure was, but his mind was going a million miles a second; thus rendering sleep impossible.

"Yeah, me too." He lied, nestling closer to Dave. He could spend an eternity wrapped in Dave's arms. Nobody had ever held him like this or made him feel this way; the only physical contact he had ever really known was at the hands of his father and that was certainly nothing like this. A strange and elusive longing stung in his chest as he laid awake listening to the soft heartbeat and wishing that he could stay like this forever.

It was a minimal distance between love and lust, and having never felt either before, Chris settled on the latter; the easier route, he figured. Or was this what they called love at first sight? The inability to fall asleep without that other person running through your mind a million times first; the obsessive need to have them close.

'Wonder who else he's been with and how often…' a stinging hint of jealousy, expected, sure, but they hadn't even gone all the way yet. If he was feeling this way now, what did he expect to feel after they made love? He promised himself he wouldn't lose his head over this next time. Because there would be a next time. There had to be. And besides, this was just bragging rights for Dave that he hooked up with the son of notorious Frank D'Amico so why should he feel any differently too?

After a while, fatigue claimed precedence over his troubled mind, coaxing him into heavy sleep as he nuzzled into his lover, throwing an arm over his body, holding tighter.

A.N. - This is a roleplay between me and Jayden Blake. I play as Dave and Mindy. My amazingly talented partner acts as Chris, Frank, and Damon. Once again I'd like to point out that this is a slight AU. That means most of the events that occurred in both Kick-Ass 1 and 2 don't pertain to this plot. And be sure not to make any assumptions about the characters, and their back stories. In this fic, Chris doesn't know Dave is actually Kick Ass and the boys are 21.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick-Ass nor do I make a profit from any of my stories.