Important note: This fic will be taking a permanent hiatus. I would love to continue writing however, my rp partner is busy and can't find the time to respond. And seeing as she contributes more than 1/2 of the story, *coughs* and the entire plot *coughs again*, this story just wouldn't be the same without her. Sorry readers!

Dave's eye brows slanted slightly downwards, his mouth set in a firm line. His frown deepened as Chris went on to comment his sloppy appearance. Dave didn't feel sexy; his jaw was still a bit sore from their previous activities, and the brief period he was asphyxiated while Chris held him down had immediately killed the boner that may have been forming in his pants.

"Hey," Chris gripped both sides of Dave's head and pulled him up into a kiss, tasting himself on his friend's lips, "I'm sorry, alright? It wasn't exactly easy to stop. I'm sure you'd know."

Dave's expression softened; the kiss helping ease away much of his annoyance. It was almost too easy for Chris to make him forget that he was angry with him in the first place. "You were really loud." he said smugly.

Chris smirked when he realized Dave wasn't too angry with him and replied, "Well, what'd you expect?" Chris didn't doubt he was probably heard by the McCready's, and any innocent bystander that happened to be walking by the building for that matter, but he was much too sated to care.

Even though it was going to be really embarrassing when they got out of this room, it was totally worth it. Dave just knew he was in for more teasing from his allies that were on the other side of the wall, and who had more than likely heard the whole thing. He would have done it all over again just to hear Chris moan like that once more.

"It seems like you have a thing for pulling my hair. Which was kinda hot at first, but now it just hurts." Dave admitted, rubbing the back of his sore head.

"I know, and I said I'm sorry," Chris playfully nipped at Dave's bottom lip and could feel him instantly easing up. He knew Dave couldn't resist him; then again, the same went for Chris.

"I might have to tie your hands together if you keep that up." Dave added teasingly, gripping the frame of the bed as he lifted himself off the ground, motioning for the other to follow his lead.

Chris took the opportunity to attempt to lighten the mood at Dave's 'warning', "but if you really feel the need to tie my hands back…" The thought was certainly intriguing and he put his wrists out together in front of him to show he was more than willing to go through with his friend's little threat.

"You'd really let me do that? Awesome," was all he could think to say. Though he was more flattered that the man trusted him enough to let him do something like that than the actual prospect of tying his friend's hands together.

"Sure, why not? Sounds like fun." How easy it was for Chris to concur; there was a slow and developing unspoken trust towards his new lover, something Chris had never given to anyone, though there was still a tinge of nervousness in his response.

Dave gazed at the man as he was unable to take his eye's off the distraction before him. He'd noticed the marks on his body before but he hadn't really gotten a decent look until now. The little imperfections marring his skin had something inside his chest constricting at the sight; he had a pretty good idea where those came from. Yeah, he definitely wouldn't let Chris go back to living with that bastard.

Chris pushed himself up from the bed, shedding the boxers and jeans that had pooled at his ankles. Blushing, aware he was the only one completely naked right now, he resisted the urge to cover himself up. "Come here." He pulled the taller boy close to him by the waist, subtly using Dave's body as a cover. He was sure Dave had noticed the faded bruises and scares all over him, but, obviously, Chris wasn't exactly concerned earlier. What he liked about Dave was he never seemed to question him; completely accepted him flaws and all. Though who was he fooling? It took longer than a day to truly know someone and he realized he still needed to keep his usual guard up. He could feel Dave's eyes scanning his body and knew what the other was thinking even though he showed no emotion to it.

"Stop looking at me like that." He pleaded, more harshly than necessary, but it was difficult to have another person see him like this. He was constantly questioning himself as to what the hell was on Dave's mind; the guy was so damn hard to read.

"Sorry. I'm just not used to seing another guy naked like this." He said, covering up the real reason he had been staring at the younger man. Dave could see why Chris was becoming so defensive about it, he just hoped that he would be able to relax easier around him in the future.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to believe that." Chris was still shocked that, when it came to men, he was Dave's first. Even in his short two years at Millard Fillmore High, he had heard the rumor circulating around the school and, to be honest, had believed it himself. Well, it was better this way anyways; they'd both be just as awkward when the time came to take this further.

"Not you too." 'Does everyone think I'm gay?' "I guess It doesn't exactly help my defense now that I'm doing this with you." Besides, it didn't matter if he was really gay or not. All he needed to know was that he liked Chris and how natural it felt being with him.

Chris shrugged, "Not really a big deal is it? I mean, my parents would kill me if they knew, but I've never quite understood why." Growing up as sheltered as he was, Chris was only taught one-sided on most things and had nothing else to go on. His parents' opinions on such things were all he ever really knew and with that being the case, he expected being with another guy to feel wrong and a lot weirder than it did. But it wasn't wrong and it didn't feel weird; in fact, being with Dave seemed perfectly natural.

"Well, no. I think your parents might just be homophobic." Dave replied. He was sure that he was in a load of trouble for stealing Chris from them as well.

"We should probably clean our selves off a little before we head out of here." Dave pointed towards the bathroom conveniently located to the right of the room. Showering didn't seem like such a bad idea, and without a box of tissues handy, it seemed kinda necessary.

The suggestion of a shower didn't seem so bad, though Chris knew exactly where this would be leading to. "You really think that's a good idea right now?" Course it wasn't; would probably be smarter to shower separately, but who were they kidding? Lunch could wait and so could the damn Macready's.

Dave smiled, his breath coming out fast through his nose as a hint of a laugh rattled his voice, "It probably isn't the smartest idea." He gently took hold of one of the wrists that circled his waist and freed himself from Chris' embrace so he could walk unhindered, not giving the man any other option but to follow him.

"Then why are you dragging me towards the bathroom right now?" Chris pulled on his wrist, playfully resisting though unable to do much against Dave's force.

"If you can keep your hands to yourself we might actually be able to make it through this shower with out any messing around."

"Ha, me? You've been the bad influence this whole time and you know it."

Dave chuckled again at Chris' response. "You were the first one to kiss me, remember? And at that time I was drunk. I think you were kinda taking advantage. Ever heard of consent?" He teased lightly, releasing the other's wrist.

"Nope. Doesn't count," he argued, waiting for Dave to close the door and turn to him so he could start on the other's jeans. "I'm younger and less experienced. Makes it okay. Uh, somehow." smirking at his own shitty reasoning as he toyed with the button on Dave's pants.

Dave stifled his humor as Chris muttered some petty excuse that he appeared to be quite proud of to have come up with. The guy was seriously funny even without trying; he was cute when he did that. "I bet you have an answer to everything."

Chris worked his friend's jeans loose, pushing them down long legs before pressing his hand against the unmistakable bulge forming behind Dave's boxers. "You're right. I do have an answer to everything. So before you have to ask, yes, I think you're probably going to have to tie my hands," Chris giggled, giving him a squeeze through the thin material, "'cause I can't seem to keep them off of you."

"Shit," Dave cursed, half-groaned as the hand gave him another squeez. "Let's get into the shower first."

"Wait. Lemme just take this off," Chris indicated towards the now completely blood-soaked bandage, "I mean I'm sure it's fine now."

Dave watched as the other as he turned around, giving him a good view of his backside, not that Dave was checking him out or anything. That would be disrespectful... or something since he was injured and currently attending to his bandaged face.

Chris leant over the edge of the sink to get a good look at his reflection. "Ah," he winced slightly as he slowly peeled off the gauze. Chris stared into the mirror; his other bruises fading, but this previous gash on the side of his forehead had definitely left a mark. Normally, his dad took extra care to not mark his face; Chris smirked, 'Must've pissed him off pretty good.' Chris tried to cover it as best he could with his hair; thought didn't much care too much if it showed. Dave seemed to accept him no matter.

He turned back towards his friend, "Alright, let's go. Before we have Macready bothering us again." He squatted down to slip Dave's boxers and pants from his ankles.

"You don't have to-" Dave began, stopping when he realized the position the other was putting himself in, and was more than turned on by the sight of Chris nearly on his knees in front of him. What he wouldn't give to have his mouth on his- Chris rose once again, but there was no disappointment in Dave's eye's as he gazed back hungrily at him. Unable to resist he knelt forward to crush their lips together.

Chris closed his eyes, letting himself be kissed in bewildered passivity, keeping still under the gentle caress of a warm mouth brushing his own, moving against his lips.

The chilly air of the bathroom did little to cool his body that was rapidly heating up. Chris' tongue delved deep into his friend's mouth, pushing past lips that eagerly seemed to accept the warm muscle. His hands wandered up Dave's back, holding tight, pressing himself close to the other.

"So much for a quick shower." Chris mumbled between brisk breaths.

The warmth from their kisses blossomed heat in his groin, encouraging Dave's hands to slide around the man's waist before dropping lower, feeling the man up while pressing at Chris' backside to create more friction between them. It wasn't as if Dave couldn't control himself, he could it was just that he didn't really feel any need to. Chris didn't cough up any complaints either so it didn't discourage him to hold back. And he would keep going until the other told him to stop. Still, it would probably be better if they continue this while standing under the shower, that way they could both clean off while getting dirty at the same time.

With the bathroom being so compact, Dave didn't have to reach very far to grasp the handle to the shower faucet, turning it with ease while still remaining locked at the lips with his lover. He tested the water with his hand to make sure it was the perfect temperature before climbing inside, waiting for the other to join him so he could press his small body up against the tiled wall and grind against him.

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.