Character(s)/Pairing(s): Mark/Chris; Jonathan/Chris; OMC/Chris
WARNINGS: Possessiveness kink, jealousy kink, graphic sex, graphic violence, threesome, OC, RPS.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I am NOT making any profit out of this story. I do NOT know any of the people mentioned on this fanfiction. This story NEVER happened, it is a work of fiction. It is the result of a crazed fan daydreaming.
AUTHOR NOTES: (Read if you don't mind getting fic spoilers) I feel as if I should warn you guys, in case you are anticipating it or if I may be leading you on in any way: there will be NO Jonathan/Mark, none in any level and that is not going to change. Sorry.
Chapter 10 – Right moves, wrong reasons
Chris opened his eyes sluggishly, his sleep muddled brain registering some unfamiliar circumstances. First thing he noticed: that was not his bedroom wall; Second thing he noticed: that was not his big badass raven poster, because he didn't own one; third thing he noticed: there was something heavy draped over his waist and something hot pressed up against his back. Looking back over his shoulder Chris peeked at the third out of place element, there was a man sleeping up against him, holding him tight. There was not much Chris could do in a situation like that so he did the first thing that made sense to him…he screamed…right on Mark's face.*
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Mark all but yelled too as he was startled out of sleep by a screaming and flailing Chris…who ended up tumbling down from his side of the bed falling with a thud.
"Ow" came the little high-pitched voice from the floor.
"COLFER, GOD DAMMIT. What the hell was that?" Mark was still trying to make sense of the scenario, as he tried to calm his racing heart. 'Not a good way to wake up, FUCK!'
"I'm ok, I'm…I might have a cardiac arrest anytime, but for now, I'm ok" The boy said as he tried catching his breath. As soon as he felt he had enough air on his lungs he was looking around and his eyes settle on Mark's scared face "Er…sorry" came the soft apology.
"What…? Just what was that?" Mark was struggling to understand.
"It's just that…I mean, I am so sorry, I just…I woke up and I looked at you and I was like: Hey, look at that, there is a man on my bed. And I never shared a bed in my life so my mind went to those rape fanfictions people write, so naturally I was…startled" he said sheepishly. **
"Startled? You probably woke up half of my neighbors and almost gave me a heart attack. And dude, rape fanfiction? That's the natural string of thought when you wake up with someone. Well, this was not how I expected waking up with you would be like" Mark spoke as he looked at the boy who didn't seem able to meet his eyes at the moment.
Chris winced inwardly he didn't want Mark to regret asking him to stay "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I…" the younger man stopped talking as Mark began laughing out loud. The guy, at the moment, was in stitches on the bed. "I'm glad you find it funny now" Chris shrugged.
"You scared me shitless…but it was also damn funny" He said between breaths as he tried to control his laughter. He tried to sober up and looked at boy still sitting on the floor, Mark's black shirt on, contrasting with his pale skin, bed hair and a mortified and embarrassed look. To the older gleek, the countertenor just looked utterly sexy. Mark wouldn't mind waking up like this more often if Chris was to be the first thing he'd see (and he probably wouldn't need coffee after this kind of wakeup call either). "C'me here" he spoke as soon as he could manage to.
The countertenor got up and sat on the bed near Mark. It wasn't nearly close enough for the older gleek. The man shifted and came behind Chris' back putting one leg on each side of the boy pulling him closer so Chris was sitting in between his legs and had his back to Mark's chest. "Hey, it's ok really. I'm not mad or anything" the older man said simply earning himself an honest grin from the countertenor. He went in for a kiss, but Chris turned his face away.
"I have morning breath" the boy said as he put his hand over his mouth.
"Me too" Mark whispered in his ear "I don't care". He then proceeded to tongue the back of the boy's neck, eliciting tiny moans from the countertenor. His tongue found the younger gleek's ear, licking the shell and occasionally plunging in. The man lazily attacked the boy's neck and ears trying to force out of Chris as many delicious sounds as he possibly could. He was already getting both of them worked up, the previous incident already far, far away from both of their minds.
"N-now?" the countertenor asked, his voice a lot more shaky than he expected as he felt Mark's morning wood against his butt. At that point, Chris realized that that kind of morning body condition he didn't really mind.
"You want to?" Mark asked breathing the words into the ear he was currently attacking. His hands snaking to the front to find Chris' own morning erection.
The countertenor could only nod in response as he no longer trusted his voice. He remembered all the things Mark had made him feel only yesterday and he wanted more.
As soon as he felt the younger gleek nod in response Mark was already working the shorts down the boy's hips, the countertenor shifting to help the man.
Mark had already seen him naked there was no reason for Chris to shy away from this, still the boy felt grateful for still be wearing the man's shirt, even if he was only wearing the older man's shirt now.
The mohawked brunette worked his hands beneath the black cotton cloth to massage the boy's nipples, as the other hand worked Chris cock. But suddenly Mark's warm presence was gone from the countertenor's back. The man had stretched back across the bed to reach his night table and the items he needed.
Looking back Chris watched as the man sat back up again, lube and 2 condoms in hand. It would be a lie to say the boy was completely calm and cool about it, but after seeing firsthand how good it could feel his anxiety was replaced by excitement. Besides, he did trust Mark completely. The younger man watched, his mind hazy with lust, as Mark's arms circled him once again to put the condom on him, and as Chris felt every inch of his own cock being covered by rubber he almost started begging for the man not to stop touching him there. The countertenor felt as Mark's hands moved to his legs lifting his knees, spreading them apart and dropping each of them above the man's own thighs. The older gleek's hands were everywhere, running up and down the inside of his thighs before actually touching his cock again. That caused Chris' hands to fall on each side of their bodies clutching the bed sheet. However sitting there letting Mark pleasure him was not enough for the boy…he wanted more contact and he definitely wanted to pleasure Mark too. He used his hands as leverage and lifted his naked hips sitting back on the man's still clothed cock.
The boy heard the moan that escaped the older brunette's lips and he decided that he wanted more, so on instinct he began moving his hips, riding the man through his underwear 'I'm riding Mark's cock…well kind of' he thought to himself on a heated daze, sort of surprised that his brain talked dirty to him (the things you learn when you're naked), it was all new, empowering and freaking good.
"Chris" the name came breathed into his neck, making the boy even more satisfied with his actions since he was the one making Mark's voice all shaky. "I want…can we lie down?" the man asked while biting his shoulder.
The countertenor could do little more than nod his agreement and soon they were lying on their side on the bed. His back was still pressed against the older gleek's chest, his naked buttocks to the clothed member and the boy, on pure instinct, kept pushing back against it. The man was still kissing and nibbling on his neck. Chris hand was clutched around the sheets while he felt Mark reach for his cock and start to gently work him.
"and you?" Chris asked breathlessly
Mark nudged his clothed erection between Chris' ass cheeks "Can I take off my shorts? I won't do anything you don't want to"
Chris mind was screaming 'Fuck yeah', but he only said "ok".
The older gleek made quick work of it, not only that but soon Chris was hearing the sound of another condom package being ripped. That got the boy a little tense, he looked back over his shoulder to see Mark looking down and putting the condom on himself. Chris got even more anxious, at the same time he felt himself harden. The thought of Mark going through with everything despite what he had been saying both frightened and excited the boy.
The man finished with the condom and put a bit of lube on his member, Chris watched it over his shoulder at a loss of what to say or do. As soon as he was finished Mark lifted his gaze back to the boy to find confusion on his eyes. The older gleek gave him a slow kiss to relax him.
"Don't worry, I just wanted to feel more of you" Mark assured him, then whispered in his ear "I will not enter you until the day you ask me to" shocking the boy into silence. Chris shuddered at his words, the older man smirking at the boy's body reaction. The mohawked man's cock nudged against Chris' crack and suddenly he understood what Mark had in mind. For a second he hesitated, wondering if he really should, just the thought of it making him embarrassed, but soon he decide to go with his instincts, Chris half hid his face on the pillow and shoved his ass back against the man and was rewarded with a shaky sigh from his boyfriend.
Chris felt the older man push his erections between his ass cheeks and suddenly Chris was harder than he ever had been before. The feel of Mark's cock, thick and heavy between his cheeks. Their situation seemed to be much more of a turn on than the countertenor ever expected it to be. The idea that stronger Mark right now could probably just hold him down and enter him without much effort was scary and exciting at the same time. Maybe the fact that Mark would never force him made the possibility that he could if he wanted to more of a turn on, but that was something more complex than Chris had the mind to at that moment.
When Mark pushed against him, the boy felt the big, thick cock sliding against him, the lube making it easier. Chris despite himself lifted his right leg a bit to make the passage easier.
"Is this ok?" the older gleek asked, his breath heavy betraying how far gone he was.
"Yeah" The boy said simply.
It wasn't long till Mark was back attacking every inch of skin he could, his open mouth kisses hot on the back of his neck. The man was thrusting, slowly so as to not alarm Chris, actually the movement was having the opposite effect on the boy. The feel of Mark's slick, thick, warm cock moving against him was inebriating, his mind was fogged, he could swear he could feel the older man's member pulsating even through the condom. At one point Mark pulled almost all the way, then he pushed again sliding right in between his ass cheeks, nudging Chris' entrance in the process.
When that happened the boy's breath hitched, what surprised the countertenor was not the nudge of the blunt, hot head of his boyfriend's cock…it was how bad he wanted to push back against it, thoughts of impaling himself on that cock filling his head. How would that feel? That heat inside of him…Mark's dick was as long as his own, but it was a lot thicker, could he take it? His mouth opened in lust at those thoughts and he clawed at the pillow with his left hand, burying his head even more on it. Mark's hand found his mouth and one finger snaked in between his lips, and soon the young countertenor found himself sucking on the digit of his own volition. Everything was so hazy, hot, slick against him. His member was aching and Chris was left with two choices: reach down and start masturbating even though Mark would see him; or asking Mark to jerk him off. Both of the options turned him on and he moaned as he felt Mark increase the rhythm of his movements. He reached down finally and enclosed his own cock with his hand starting to pump it, he could not control his voice and soon he let go of the man's finger and was now biting his left hand to keep down the embarrassing whiny sounds he was making.
Mark however, wouldn't have it, he lowered Chris' hand "I like the sounds you make", his breath burning against the boy's back, and the younger gleek could not deny him. He knew Mark just had to ask right and he would do anything the man wanted, and that was fucking terrifying, that in such a short period of time he had given such control over himself to someone else.
Mark's left arm was beneath Chris pulling the boy closer to him, his hand snaking up inside the boy's shirt, it had found his nipple and was now playing it. Mark's right hand, now freed from the boy's lip lowered and wrapped itself over Chris's own hand helping him to jerk off. All the while the man was still thrusting, but as his movements got more urgent his cock was slipping from the boy's buttocks cheeks, sometimes sliding in between Chris' thighs instead. This wouldn't do for the countertenor, he wanted more contact. The boy reached down between his own thighs with his free hand and, as best as he could, he held Mark's member against his cleft without stilling the man's movements. He was rewarded with Mark grunting and panting behind him.
"Babe, so hot, so beautiful…" Mark began mumbling. The more gone his mind was, the more he talked to Chris, reassured him, praised him and the boy found he could very easily get used to that.
"Mine" Mark breathed on his ear and Chris felt just that, enclosed on the man's muscular arms, that hot mouth on his neck, the man's hand on his nipples and around his cock firmly holding him in place, and the man's engorged member lodged between his buttocks slipping mercilessly against his entrance making it twitch and his thighs tremble, Chris felt trapped…and it felt good, it felt hot, sweaty, slick, embarrassing, dirty and amazing.
"Y-yes" came the boy's shaky consent and with it his release. He was not thinking anymore, he could not, he would not, he didn't want to. Rational Chris would not give himself so entirely to someone else, rational Chris would consider every possible implication of his words, actions and feelings…he was not rational Chris right now, and if not being himself felt this good, maybe the countertenor could give his super-ego a vacation and let his Id drive for a while. His orgasm was amazing as Mark pumped him dry. He still felt a bit self-conscious of how high-pitched and despaired his voice sounded while in pleasure, of how his body trembled and convulsed. However, it all seemed to please Mark, make him more excited and that mesmerized Chris…how the things that he thought repellent about himself seemed to turn Mark on so much. He smiled tiredly at those thoughts, even as his too sensible body was still being attacked by the man. Through it all, Chris still held the man's cock against himself, even as his skin seemed to almost ache at the older brunette's administration. This over sensitiveness post orgasm was so new to him and the boy wondered if he would ever get used to it. Mark's cock burning him on its passage sliding through his crevice, the young gleek strained his ears to hear every grunt and moan his partner was producing, pleased with them. It took Mark a few more minutes to come and when he came it was with the boy's name on his lips. The sound of it made Chris' heart do back flips, causing him to hide his face a little on the pillow so the mohawked brunette wouldn't see the size of his smile. The older gleek started then to nuzzle the back of his head sleepily.
"Oh no, you're not going back to sleep now" the countertenor said chuckling and shaking his head.
" 'm tired, you wore me out" Mark mumbled.
"Ok, I know you just tried to make me blush….is working a little…BUT, there is no way I'm going back to sleep with you here when we are both disgusting like this" Chris said fighting to get up from the bed when he was suddenly overpowered by Mark and kissed into silence.
"Fine" the man said with a smile…then it turned into a smirk "I call it firsts" and gone he was, running for the bathroom.
"That's cheating" Chris ate the man's dust and by the time he got to the bathroom door it was already closed.
"You're too slow Colfer…well, except in bed where you are a lot quicker than me" came the muffed snicker from the other side of the door earning Mark a "Jerk" from the countertenor even if the boy himself was smiling.
Chris touched the door slowly to not make any noise, the thought of accepting the man's offer from the night before, the offer for them to take a shower together, crossing his mind, but soon he heard the sound of the shower. 'Oh, well, there will be other opportunities…I hope', he thought to himself and went on to throw his own used condom on the trash can.
Mark didn't take long, the countertenor also didn't want to waste any quality time with his new boyfriend so he also made quick work of his shower. As he came out of the bathroom wearing another set of Mark's borrowed clothes he found the man lying on the bed looking at him thoughtfully.
"What? Were you expecting someone else to walk out of your bathroom? Is your bath stall a portkey or something?" the boy couldn't read Mark's face.
"C'mere" was the only thing the man said as he made room for Chris to lay against him, wrapping his arms around the boy. Only then he continued "I've been thinking…on Monday I'll tell the rest of the guys about us…I'll also tell Ryan and some of the crew"
"W-what? Why" the boy looked at him, eyes wide and face red.
Mark smiled at the boy's confused look "Because I want them to know we are together…I'm sorry I can't make a public announcement yet, I'm just not…"
"Mark I'm not asking for anything. You don't have to feel obligated to do this for me" Chris said, worry in his eyes, making the man cringe of guilt for not telling all his reasons to do what he was going to do.
"I know you are not asking…and I'm not doing this out of any feelings of obligation…I just want the people that we care about to know that we are together, and I want you to know that I'm serious about this, or I wouldn't risk being killed by our friends on Monday…unless you don't want me to tell them"
Chris thought for a few seconds, there was no fear, but nervousness and hesitation, and a bit of embarrassment, it all made his stomach hurt a little. It would be the first time he would get into a serious public (or as public as they could get right now) relationship. However Chris could not deny that Mark's request made him feel more secure about them being together, and maybe a tiny bit proud of being the boyfriend of someone like Mark…and people actually knowing about it. He looked at the expectant man and answered with an honest smile "OK…Monday then we'll be an official couple"
Mark forced himself to ignore the nervous flutter of his stomach and concentrated on the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
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*Yes this is based on the situation with Amber. I just thought that if Chris reacted that way to having a girl on his bed it would be the same had it been a guy. To those of you that don't know about it, Amber and Chris once fell asleep in the same bed and she woke up with Chris screaming on her face, because he got a scare from waking up to a strange woman on his bed. Oh, bless him ^_^
**I am not judging. I actually read and write this kind of fiction as well. I just put this line there because it sounded like the kind of remark Chris would do. So please, don't judge.
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