Warning! Smut ahead!

Dave slept long into the morning with his lover nestled in his side. Their sleep undisturbed by the first warm rays of sunlight. The windows had long since been boarded up, not allowing for even the tiniest sliver of light to peak through. Damon and Mindy were nothing if not thorough, and they took their base seriously, taking extra precautions by reinforcing the place from the inside out, while at the same time making it appear abandoned to any passers by.

Dave pressed into the mattress with his feet as he stretched, bunching up the bedding while he worked the kinks out his his arms and legs. Bleary eye's opened, which Dave cast downwards to regard the weight resting on his chest.

It was unusual for Chris to sleep past dawn; normally an early riser due to being forced awake every day before 7AM, but for the first time in his life he had been able to sleep soundly.

Movement underneath him brought him out of his slumber, forgetting where he was for a quick moment before becoming aware of hot skin against his cheek and the coarseness of hair against his palm where it rested on a broad chest. Chris yawned deeply; stretching his body across the one below, dark eyes slowly opening. He sleepily pressed a kiss against Dave's skin.

"You up?" He murmured, refusing to lift his head from his lover's body, never wanting to leave his arms.

Dave smiled affectionately, running his fingers through Chris' mused hair. "Yeah."

To think they reunited only a few days ago and just recently became friends before turning into what they were now, which Dave didn't exactly have a word for. The seriousness of that could wait though, Dave was perfectly content with what they had going now.

Chris caught Dave's wandering hand in his and intertwined his fingers with Dave's; sucking in the man's index finger, before nipping down playfully, tasting the essence of the both of them from the previous night.

Dave watched, entranced by Chris as he shifted up onto his free arm and rested his head against the palm of his hand, gazing down at his lover- friend- whatever with that prefect and dazzling smile.

Was it just him, or was Chris in general becoming more perfect in his eye's? And Dave wasn't just thinking about how much the guy turned him on. He could actually see himself never getting bored of the man's company. They had more in common than any of his previous girlfriends, and the connection he felt with those girls couldn't even compare to the one he shared with Chris. It was strange, and it left Dave feeling a little more than conflicted. He couldn't in good conscious say he's straight after sleeping with another guy. Did that mean he was bi? Dave's inner turmoil over his sexuality raged on and dominated his thoughts.

In high school he had decided that he was definitely not gay; despite what everyone believed. But here he was, practically naked and in bed with another man who made him feel a whirlwind of emotions, the day after they had just participated in one of the most amazing and terrifying nights of his life.

Chris wasn't sure what he saw in Dave's blue eyes as he subtly searched his face, demanding answers to questions he was too terrified to ask.

"I, uh…" 'what?', his gaze found the bed as he tried to come up with the right words.

'I fucking love you. I don't care how wrong this is. I fucking love you so much and even the thought of you leaving me would just…'

"I had a really great time last night." He planted a quick kiss to those lips before he ended up saying the wrong thing, exactly what was on his mind this very moment. The last thing he ever wanted was to scare Dave away and if hiding his true feelings was the only way to keep him, so be it.

Dave was unable to fully enjoy the sensation of Chris' lips caressing his skin, too engrossed on the thoughts that plagued him. He didn't know if he would be able to keep his questions to himself for very long, he wanted Chris' opinion, and to see if he was experiencing the same confusing feelings he was.

Something was on Dave's mind; Chris could feel it in his kiss. There was hesitance, coldness. He had kissed the man more than enough times by now to be able to decipher somewhat of how Dave was feeling and this wasn't like anything he had felt during their short time together.

'He's having second thoughts. I knew it. I FUCKING knew it.'

Chris pulled back, now unsure of what to do. What had he done to have Dave suddenly become so distant towards him? And what could he do to fix that? He would do anything.

It hurt being alone with the one he wanted who clearly did not want him back. It hurt more than any physical pain he had ever experienced and if this was what it felt like to be in love, then Chris wanted no part of it. He wasn't an idiot; even with his lack of experience in relationships Chris knew when he was being used. And what a coincidence for Dave to start acting weird like this after he got what he wanted from the younger the night before.

"Ummm, are you okay…?" Chris started to ask, but a knock at the door had him startled from his tortured thoughts.

"You guys up yet? And no, not in that way." One knock and Damon was in the room a second later. The boys had been too caught up in to each other the previous night to lock the door behind them. Damon was thankful that the boys were, at the very least, still in their boxers. Chris was propped up on his arm with his back towards Damon and he couldn't help noticing the fair skin littered with faint, but still visible, scars that he only wished were from Dave clawing at him during their night of passion. But he knew. And the tiny bit of conscience that he did possess, begging him to just forget this entire plan of his, was destroying him.

One didn't have to agree with Dave and Chris' new-found love of one another to see how perfect they were together. Something they barely seemed to realize themselves. Damon had only had them a day at his place now and saw them about a quarter of that time and still he could see the difference in his friend when he was around Chris. He smiled more; seemed more confident, sure of himself. There was a look of happiness and certainty reflected in those once shy, blue eyes. He liked this new Dave and truly wanted nothing more than to just call this whole thing off. 'Sorry, Frank. Your son's in love with Kick-Ass and there ain't nothin' you can do about it.'

Yeah, that'd go down real well.

Damon pushed these thoughts aside, refusing to allow compassion to cloud his final decision.

"Lunch is ready," offering a smile, "you two slept right through the morning. Thought I'd come check on ya. Make sure you're still alive."

"Ok can you go?" Dave said testily. He had just been about to have a serious talk with Chris before Damon waltzed right in. The man's intrusion was very unwanted. Dave felt his face heat up as his mentor began speaking conversationally as if he weren't in bed with another guy. "We'll be out soon.. just let us get dressed."

Damon had expected some sort of reaction from Dave who he knew was easily embarrassed over anything and everything, but this sudden change in him was very strange. "Hey, Dave, chill alright? Big deal, you're in bed together. Nothin' I haven't seen before." Having done a few missions in the past that could last for months at a time and in remote locations with other superheroes, Damon had seen everything. They slept where they could, when they could, and with whomever they could when the need arose. He'd certainly walked in on worse than this.

"Is he always this bitchy in the morning?" Damon's question was directed at Chris who kept his back to him, no acknowledgement whatsoever to the man, "Whoa, you're both in a mood today, huh?" Damon furrowed his eyebrows at the odd tension in the room. 'Must just not be morning people.'

Damon winked at the annoyed expression on Dave's face before turning to leave to give them some privacy; he figured he'd embarrassed the hell out of his friend enough and left the room to continue with preparing lunch, snickering on his way out.

As soon as the door closed, Chris was instantly out of the bed retrieving his shirt from the floor and searching around for where he'd thrown his pants.

"We should go," was all he had to say to Dave, avoiding all eye contact with the older boy as he dropped to the edge of the bed and pulled on his clothes.

Dave was accustomed Chris clinging to him, so it came as a surprise to him that he would suddenly insist on putting some distance between them. 'Maybe he's just really hungry?' Yeah right, Dave could only be so lucky. 'Did Damon's little stunt piss him off that much?' No, that couldn't be it either, Chris had a sullen look on his face even before they were interrupted.

Dave stared at Chris as he dressed with his back to him, watching for a short period of time before wising up and following the others example; climbing out of bed as he began rounding up his clothes strewn across the floor. He approached the man after slipping on his jeans, worry etched in his features. "Hey, is there something wrong?"

He could feel Dave's eyes fixed on him as he pulled on his jeans, but resisted the urge to look back. Chris couldn't look at him right now. He wasn't used to the rush of emotions that overtook him so unexpectedly in the past day and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with the intense feelings that he had for another person. Part of him wanted to end this-whatever the hell it was that they had; take the easy way out, while the other part of him wanted to seize Dave in his arms and just never let go. Why was it so easy to fall in love, but walking away was so difficult?

The minutes that passed in mutual silence were long and uncomfortable. Chris lifted his eyes from the shirt that he was fidgeting with between his fingers. "I-no, I just-I'm sorry. It's just that I don't really have much experience when it comes to this kind of thing. You're just acting different than usual and I immediately thought I did something wrong. Even the way you're looking at me now is just…different." He wished he could read what was behind that look Dave was giving him.

"Sorry that I'm acting weird. I don't have a lot of experience either, with others guys that is... so this is all new for me..." Dave admitted, his eye's drifting away from the man's to stare at the floor.

'Wait, Dave's not gay...? But at school-everyone thought-I thought…' The revelation sparked a confusion in Chris that he kept hidden.

"Alright, but at least you've been in relationships." Chris felt hopeless next to Dave. He wanted to be everything the man needed and more, he just didn't know how.

Dave's gaze lifted to meet Chris' eye's as he neared the end of his short speech. "I don't want us to be awkward around each other... and saying this probably won't help but I really like you.."

There was sincerity in the way Dave spoke to him, everything he confessed and after hearing those last few words, before Chris knew what he was doing, he was pulling Dave down into a kiss; long and slow and sweet. Dave liked him. That was all Chris needed to hear. Anything more they needed to say to each other proven through the deep, unspoken bond between them.

It was so passionate and ungoverned by lust; there was no claiming, but instead a shared synchronization of caressing lips. He felt he could hear Chris' answer in the way he brushed their mouths together with so much tender care. Dave's hands came up to cup the younger mans jaw as he responded with equal ardency. He'd never kissed someone like this before, nor had he ever been kissed like this; like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment. The world faded around him into background noise and it was just them left standing there.

Chris dipped head to down to press his lips against the hands that caressed his face while his own hands wandered up Dave's back, locking them in a tight embrace that warmed their bodies against each other.

Without warning, Chris pulled his lover down on top of him; the warmth and the pleasure of holding Dave close seemed to gather over his heart, easing away all former doubt and resistance. Both boys breathing hard when Chris pulled away to speak, "We're never gonna get out of this room, are we?"

Dave's breath came out in short pants as his mouth quirked into a smile at his partners question. He moved to nuzzle the man's neck, his lips grazing Chris' skin before answering, "Do you want to leave?"

"Mmm, you know I don't," hands searched up the broad shoulders and tangled in Dave's hair, "wanna stay here with you, but-" Chris let out a faint moan as Dave pressed small kisses on his neck. Dark eyes fell shut, savoring every excruciatingly soft touch of those lips, shivers stirring across the planes of bare skin.

A slowly building heat tightened in his groin, but he tried to ignore it, knowing they could be caught at any moment by Damon bursting in unannounced. "We can't right now…" he whispered, unconvincing and now completely out of breath, his grip tightening in Dave's hair.

Dave's smile widened against Chris' neck as it was apparent the man was enjoying what he was doing to him and that he didn't want him to stop. Why else would he pull on his hair like that? Dave noted how sensitive the younger boy was under his touch, and that his skin erupted in shivers with every gentle brush of his lips. He liked that he could wind Chris up without even really trying, it encouraged him to keep on pushing for more.

"I wonder how fast I can make you come..." He whispered, teasingly soft. He worried the sensitive flesh of his ear between alluring lips before kissing a line down his neck. His hands wandered lazily down the expanse of the small naked chest beneath his, feeling the man's heartbeat as it seemed quicken under his palm. His hands paused in their journey at the start of his friends jeans before sliding over the denim material to access the button and zipper as he unfastened them. Dave touched the man lightly through his boxers before slipping inside to fondle him directly.

Suddenly, it didn't matter to Chris anymore if Damon came barging through that door or not; aside from the ravishing kisses placed along his neck, the hands that explored him, moved on him, Dave's words alone were enough to coax him into climax if Chris hadn't been internally fighting with himself to hold back.

"I'm about to right now if you don't hurry the hell up." Anticipation flared in his eyes and he groaned deep in his chest, straining to hold back his release; Dave was barely touching him and he was ready to explode.

Dave nosed Chris' skin a few more times before breathing a laugh at the demanding tone Chris used. "I don't have to get you off, you know." Dave pointed out as he pulled away from his neck to deliver him a impish look.

"You don't have to, but you will." Chris shot back a look of his own, bold and demanding, tightening his hold in the back of Dave's hair, reminding him who happened to be in charge here. Dave certainly brought out a different, 'unique' side of Chris that surprised even himself, but he liked it.

Dave clearly seemed to have little issue complying; caressing down his chest with soft lips, his mouth cruising close to the wild heartbeat that battered Chris' ribs. No part of the boy's upper body was forgotten with that skilled mouth and he could only anticipate how those lips were going to feel wrapped around his cock.

Chris shifted himself to allow for his jeans to be removed and propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at the delicious sight of the older boy on his knees; that sultry, rising thrill in his eyes, more than willing to please his young, inexperienced lover.

Dave never imagined that he would be doing something like this with another man before, and he didn't really know how to begin, but he wasn't ready to disappoint his lover. There was also an underlying attraction to it all, and Dave was undeniably aroused by it, however this wasn't about his own pleasure; it was about Chris'.

Chris had forgotten this wasn't exactly something Dave did on a daily basis and was just as new to it as he was. In a way, it eased that last bit of tension and worry that Chris was still holding on to and allowed him to just let go and completely relax with this person.

He sat up the rest of the way, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as Dave's fingers tucked underneath the waistband of his boxers and slid the material down his legs, leaving him completely exposed and having no sense of doubt or fear or uncertainty whatsoever, though probably mostly due to how insanely horny he was.

Dave's hands grasped Chris' bare thighs, rough and lacking any sort of grace as they slid up to his aching member. He was little hesitant at first because he remembered that they had been frotting against each other just the other day and the idea of tasting himself didn't really appeal to him.

"Come on…" Chris raked his fingers through the sandy blonde hair, taking a tight hold and pushing his lover's head forward, yearning for something he had yet to experience, but craving it all the same.

He didn't have to wait long. His head fell limply to the side as a warm and very proficient tongue glided up his aroused length. Obviously that mouth had had previous experience, if only with women. As much as he despised the thought of Dave being with anyone else, Chris was also damn near thankful for it.

Dave parted his lips, mindful of his teeth as he took Chris into his mouth, suckling gently on the head. His eye's flickered back upward as he searched for some confirmation that he was doing this right.

"Ohhh, fuck…" Chris moaned weakly, his head dropping forward. Chris wanted to close his eyes to concentrate on his own sensations, but found he couldn't tear his eyes away from Dave's face as his cock was taken between those tight lips.

It was incredibly intimate to be watched like that, to have Chris' eye's on his face as he stared back up at him in return. With his new found confidence, Dave took him deeper, his teeth lightly grazing his length while never taking his gaze off the man. He managed a few more inches before gagging as he pulled away again. Ok, so it was harder than it looked. So much for trying to look hot.

He decided to try again, this time at a much slower pace. He was still only able to fit a tiny portion of him between his lips. His hand made up for what he couldn't fit in his mouth; forming a ring with his index finger and thumb as he stroked Chris in time with his head which bobbed shallowly on his dick. Dave's tongue swirled along his tip, teasing the edge of his head before tracing back up to dip into the slit.

His hand that wasn't circling Chris' erection was placed on the younger boy's waist as he held down his hips to keep him from possibly busting his nose if he were to thrust into his face without abandon; Dave had no doubt in his mind that all the blood would kill the mood. He didn't really know if it was possible in the first place to break ones nose while doing something like this, but you can never be too careful. Especially when Chris handled his hair so roughly.

Dave kept reminding himself to breath through his nose, and like the newb he was he continued to forget and was forced to pull of Chris' erection as he filled his lungs full of air before taking him back into his mouth. He savored every reaction his lover made, drank in every moan and twitch with his eye's.

"You're fucking amazing." Chris encouraged, brushing the back of his free hand against his friend's cheek, before finding himself needing to grip the edge of the bed.

Neither one of them had experience with this, but what Dave lacked in skill, he certainly made up for in enthusiasm.

Chris' cock swelled under Dave's slow ministrations and he attempted to thrust himself into his lover's mouth, but found his hips securely held down. "Dave-" he began, sounding desperate then choked off the rest of his sentence. "Ah, fuck," he swore helplessly, his hands curling tighter into fists in the dirty blonde hair.

Chris forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching as Dave's enthusiastic tongue flicked over the head of his member, dipping into the slit. Lips circled and tightened around the tip, causing his hips to involuntarily jerk in Dave's firm grasp. His head fell back, impossible to focus on anything but pure pleasure. Besides, he was close already. Really close. He felt another flush of heat every time he reminded himself that it was Dave down there sucking his dick, and that was pushing him close to the edge; the warmth, the stroking tongue, the tiny gasps for breath, the slow pumping motion of his lover's hand that was quickening, the totality of how incredible this felt.

The rhythm was very much off between Dave's mouth and his hand, but Chris couldn't care less. It hadn't taken much to get him to the point of fighting the urge to thrust himself down the man's throat. "F-Fuck-" he growled, fisting his fingers in the slightly sweat-damp strands of Dave's tangled hair, trying to pull him farther down his length.

Whether Dave agreed or not, Chris wasn't allowing him to pull away and held tightly, ignoring any likely sounds of discomfort from his lover. Not that he'd hear the protests anyways; his heart pounding wildly in his ears and he earlier abandoned any attempt to stifle his fierce moans of pleasures. Fuck it if anyone walked in.

"Ah, god, Dave. Don't stop…" he begged; chin dropping against his chest, legs trembling, his body jerking helplessly, "Gonna c-cum-" a last warning before Chris was pouring out into Dave's mouth; shuddering violently and collapsing forward against his lover, his breathing fitful against the other's shoulder as he rode out his orgasm in sheer ecstasy.

Dave shouldn't have been surprised that Chris was strong while in the throes of passion, still, it caught him off guard entirely when the man's hands refused to let go of his hair. His nerve endings may have been messed up but it hurt all the same. Pushing at the man's hips, trying to urge him to ease up, but either Chris didn't get his message, or he was too lost in his pleasure to care as he continued to tug feverishly at the strands.

He could try to pull away and risk losing chunks of his hair, which Dave wasn't exactly keen on, so he really only had one option. Swallowing the bitter liquid that filled his mouth, Dave's hair was finally released, he pulled away to cough into his fist before taking heaving breaths to replenish his cut off air supply, some excess cum dribbling from the corner of his lips.

"Holy fuck," Chris muttered inaudible into Dave's shoulder. He felt his legs jerk and shake, his whole boy quivering from the aftershock as he hung limply in Dave's arms. Never had he felt something so intense in his life; yeah, this was something he could get use to every day.

His orgasm had subsided into a warmth that wore over his entire body and he sighed deeply, eventually bringing his eyes to meet Dave's below him and he brushed the sweat-slicked hair from the older boy's face. Remnants of himself slicked his lover's lips and Chris swept the pad of his thumb over Dave's mouth. "You look so freakin' sexy right now." Actually, the guy looked really fucking pissed, and Chris knew. Oh, he knew exactly what he did, but it's not like he could help it.

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.