1/31/11 09:20 pm - Pine and Anton play a little chess
[Players only. Takes place in January. ]
"You know," Anton says by way of greeting as Chris lets him in the door, "Bruce has found a chess set that's all vibrators, dildos and plugs. It's like, the coolest thing ever." He glances down at his own little travel chess set, the ancient magnetized one he's had since he was about six.
Chris blinks, closing the door after Anton. "Was there a rules change? Something particular getting done with the captured pieces?"
"Nope. Just a whole lot of fun in between games." Anton slings an arm around Chris's waist and leans on him a little. "Not that I'm getting to play with it. He's been seeing someone." His eyebrows waggle.
"Oh really?" Chris says, putting an arm around Anton's shoulders. "Details, details. And I trust that Daddy Thor has been making sure you don't feel too lonely? Is his gameplay improving any after all those Funyuns?"
"Not really. I break out the Funyun bag and it wrecks his concentration." Anton giggles. "And Bruce--he's seeing a guy named Enver. Built a lot like you guys. Pretty hot. I haven't really spent a lot of time with him yet; he might not even play video games."
"Somehow, I think he doesn't mind having his game impaired." Chris says sagely. "That Bruce. I'd say that I hope I'm that cool when I'm his age, but I'm not that cool now." He sighed. "I need to actually visit once in a while - I know I'm been sucking at that for a while. How have you been doing? I've had my head up my ass, work and such."
"I've been great. Chris is still all on his health kick after Thor, and I'm enjoying that." Anton winks. "I had no idea lifting was so great for a guy's sex drive."
"Like he needs any help in that department." Chris says dryly. "Can I offer you something to drink - especially with you being all legal now and such."
"A drink would be great," Anton nods.
"What'll it be?" Chris asks. "I've got Corona, and some scotch, if you're looking for something heavier."
"Corona's fine. Don't want to get all screwy-headed if we're really going to play chess." Anton tries to sound as innocent as possible when he says that; he's pretty sure he fails.
"Coming up." Chris says, heading to the fridge and retrieving two bottles. "We can set up on the dining table, if you want." He smirks. "For chess, I mean."
"Right," Anton grins. He's looking at Chris differently now, starting to really think about what could happen here, and it's shaping up to be a pretty damn good idea. "You know," he finally admits, "chess ends up a prelude to sex a lot lately."
"Who knew, right?" Chris says, grinning right back. "I would have definitely looked more closely into the chess club in high school, had I realized."
Unfolding his chess board, Anton grins and shakes his head. "In high school, chess club is the last thing to get you laid. It requires...more sophisticated partners than the sixteen-year-old track star or halfback." He pauses for effect. "Though they were pretty good, too," he adds, "even without chess involved."
Chris chuckles. "I wouldn't know, either way. My high school experience was entirely sex-free, assuming we are only counting it when someone else is in the room." He looks at the board, tracing one of the squares idly with a fingertip. "So, how badly are you planning to humiliate me today?"
"Not too much," Anton admits. "I figured I'd teach you some stuff, if you want. I'm still learning new tricks." He glances up at Pine, face all innocence after the double entendre.
"Never stop learning, or so they say." Chris says, also wearing his innocent face. "I know the basics, of course, but I wouldn't mind learning a few tricks. I'll do my best to keep up with teacher." He smirks just a bit at that.
"We're going to be buried in puns by the end of the night," Anton smirks back, shuffling magnets around until the board is set up.
"I was hoping more for cotton, or nothing at all." Chris says, laughing. "Now here's a question I don't often get to ask: am I white?"
"Yup," Anton grins, snickering. "You go."
They'd played a couple of games, and Chris had lost as readily as he'd expected, but he felt anything but upset about it. Having Anton all close and friendly was after all a great booster for one's mood.
"Maybe we should start our own chess club," Chris says, between kisses, "something a bit more adult."
"Uh huh," Anton agrees a little stupidly, squirming up Chris's body and trying to get a hand up under his shirt. "'Cause chess...mmf...totally what I'm interested in right now."
"I could make some comment about your knight poking me," Chris says, doing some shirt invading of his own, "but I'd much rather get you naked. Naked would be good." He leans back in, claiming Anton's mouth again.
Fuck, yes. Anton starts squirming again, only this time it's more in the direction of that naked thing Chris is talking about. "You're so solid," Anton moans, and maybe it's just that he adores guys who are chiseled out of big pieces of rock or maybe he just got lucky, but damn, he ends up against some very seriously hard bodies, and that makes him happy as hell.
"You're rather firm yourself, cutie." Chris says, getting Anton's shirt off and running a hand slowly over the smooth skin. "Tasty too, I bet." He decides to test his theory by ducking down and licking over one of Anton's nipples.
Anton lets out a pretty undignified noise and cups Chris's head in his hands. "Mmm--you need to--more clothes off," he tries, remembering that he can work toward that and dropping his hands down to Chris's t-shirt.
Chris eases off long enough to get his arms up so that Anton can get his shirt off, but then is back at it, moving to the other nipple after a few seconds. "Your turn for more naked." He rubs Anton's crotch through his jeans, tugging playfully at his belt.
Letting out a soft, broken-off laugh, Anton reaches down to get his belt and jeans open. "What do you like?" he asks. Even if they just end up making out on the couch, that'll be fine, but asking is always good.
"Everything I see." Chris says, growling just a little and pushing Anton's jeans and undies down. "What do you like, man?" He bites his lip a bit, watching Anton's face as he fondles him slowly.
That's...really flattering. Anton swallows, watching Chris's face. "Uh. I get...you know, I like whatever." Okay, not exactly informative. "I mean, if you want to get kinky, that's cool, and--" Chris's hand rubs just right and Anton gasps and jumps a little. "Uh," he tries again shakily, "don't have to get kinky, either, just really want you."
"You've got me - no question." Chris says, fingers sliding along Anton's length now. "I'm open to new things, certainly." He holds Anton's eyes as he speaks. "I'd love to fuck you - how would that be?" Chris's thumb rubs over the tip of Anton's cock, spreading the drops of precum.
"Yeah, fuck me," Anton encourages, spreading his legs. His hips are shifting restlessly now, and he has to grab Chris for another hungry kiss. "C'mon, please..."
"Couch." Chris says, definitely growling this time. He moves them over, lightly pushing Anton to sit on the couch. "First things first, right?" Chris settles in front of Anton, leaning down to start licking on the younger man's cock.
That growl makes Anton shiver, and then he's sinking his hands into Chris's hair again, arching eagerly. His breath is coming faster already, and it feels incredible. This isn't going to take long.
Chris pauses long enough to get Anton's pants, undies, and shoes off. That done, he looks first at Anton's raging hardon and then grins up at his face. "Guess what happens now?" Another lick or two, and then Chris is taking Anton's cock into his mouth, tongue working slowly over the smooth flesh.
"Oh, Jesuschrist," Anton whispers, head falling back onto the sofa. This is right up there in the top ten things he'd never have thought could happen, and it is awesome. "Really really good, oh my God, not gonna take long, fuck..."
Chris chuckles at Anton's reaction, moving steadily back and forth over his cock. His hands settle on Anton's thighs for a moment, easing them apart just a bit more. Then he's rubbing Anton's balls briefly before slipping a fingertip lightly beneath them.
Anton lets out something like a whimper and spreads his legs more. In the interest of not pulling all Chris's hair out, he drops his hands to the sofa, gripping the edges of the cushions.
Chris takes Anton's reaction as encouraging, his fingertip rubbing slowly over Anton's asshole as he continues to work on the younger man's cock. Chris's cock just doesn't get any harder than it is right now.
Breaths coming fast and shallow, Anton squirms down the sofa, trying to get Chris's finger on him harder, into him, whatever. It's just him working his hips, though, and the sensations have him close already. "Gonna come," he warns; he doesn't even know if Chris swallows.
Chris does, and he's going to, if he has anything to say about it. He moves more rapidly along Anton's cock, rubbing his asshole more firmly as a sign of what Chris has in mind for round two.
The way Chris distinctly does not pull off makes Anton so freakin' happy. He tenses all over, white-knuckling the couch cushions and trying to squirm onto Chris's finger while trying not to shove up too hard, and then he's crying out as orgasm blows through him. It leaves him panting and a little dizzy, and he blurts out a laugh.
Chris swallows down what Anton gives him, taking his time licking the man clean before easing off. He slides his hands along Anton's sides, moving up to kiss him some more. "Time to take you to bed, man." His grin is sly. "Gonna do you right."
Anton puts his palms up to his face, heels of his hands against his eyes. "Fuck," he moans, laughing again. "I have a feeling you're gonna kill me." That was a really good blowjob, and Anton watches Chris muzzily a moment, then reaches down to cup his cheek. "You're really hot," he remarks idly.
"Mmmm, thanks." Chris says, nipping lightly at Anton's fingertips. "I'm not gonna kill you, cutie."
Chris gets up, drawing Anton up onto his feet as well. "I'm betting you'll sleep pretty well tonight, eventually." There's a wicked gleam in Chris' eye as he lifts Anton and puts him over a shoulder.
"Like I said, bed for you." He chuckled, giving Anton a light smack on the ass before heading towards the bedroom.
Totally cracking up now, Anton clings to Chris all the way to the bedroom, and then once Chris deposits him on the bed, Anton is squirming to lie back. "I kind of can't believe we're doing this," he murmurs. This is his costar, his friend, someone he'd never even considered he could have like this. It's almost overwhelming.
"I must not be working hard enough, then," Chris says, going to the nightstand and snagging some lube and a condom. Climbing onto the bed, he gently rolls Anton over and hands him a pillow. "Spread those legs for me, man. Gotta get you ready for round two."
Wriggling a little, Anton shoves the pillow under his hips and flexes down into it. "I just..." he tries, "I've known you long enough now, I can't...really figure out why we haven't done this before."
"Chris, maybe?" Chris says, wanting to give an honest answer. "I know at least for me, I had some worries that I might somehow get in the way, if there was anything more between us." He rubs a hand slowly over Anton's ass. "It was important to me ... I didn't want to risk our friendship. To tell the truth, though, I've wanted you for a while now. I wasn't sure ... I didn't know what you wanted." Chris grins. "Plus, you seemed to have your hands full." He rubs some lube on a finger, teasing Anton's asshole once again. "Now you're going to have something else full, if it's what you want."
"Definitely," Anton nods, a little breathless. And yes, Hemsworth might have been a factor...he's possessive in the best way, and then there's Bruce, and maybe Anton has had too much going on for a while. But now...this is perfect. "Do it," he pleads softly, trying to squirm down on that finger.
"How can I say 'no' when you ask so nicely?" Chris says, working his finger slowly inside. "That's it, cutie, open up for me." He leans down, brushing his lips along the smooth curves topping Anton's ass. "Love how you feel, man." Chris murmurs against warm skin, turning his finger slowly in that clenching heat.
Anton arches and pushes backwards, breath catching. "Don't stop," he whispers, as though Chris would. "Want it so much."
"Oh, no stopping here." Chris says, beginning to pump his finger slowly in and out of Anton's ass. "I'm gonna take care of you - give you what you want." He keeps it up, adding a second finger after another minute. "Can't wait to get inside you, man."
"So hurry up," Anton pleads, shoving his hips toward Chris's hand. "C'mon, get inside me already..."
Chris chuckles, tugging his fingers free after a few more moments. "Yeah, I think you're about ready." He gets the condom open and unrolls it down his cock, which is also extremely ready. "Mmm, look at you." Chris lines his cock up, teasing Anton's hole briefly before pressing slowly forward. "That's just fucking perfect." He takes hold of Anton's hips, his cock fully inside the young man's ass.
Anton squirms wantonly, hips working against Chris's. He's biting his bottom lip, brow furrowed as though he were in pain. It's that beautiful, dull ache that comes with penetration, that and the deep pleasure of a cock buried in him. He grips Chris's shoulders and drags him down for a kiss, moaning as it changes the angle. "Fuck," he gasps, hips rocking.
"That's what they call it." Chris agrees, claiming Anton's mouth again as their bodies move against one another. "Damn, you are fucking gorgeous." He wants to draw it out, but the urge to push into that tight heat is just too much to resist. "More ... need more ... "
Shuddering, Anton wraps his legs around Chris's hips. "Take it, then," he gasps, shoving up for the "more" Chris needs.
"Sweet baby." Chris gasps out, eagerly taking what Anton offers. It's just too perfect, and less than a minute later he's arching up and coming like crazy. "God ... " He clutches at Anton's shoulders, riding high on the waves of pleasure.
Anton loves how hard Chris gets all at once, and he shoves a hand between them to stroke himself hard and fast. It takes him a minute, but then he's coming hard, shuddering and gasping as groans rip themselves out of his throat.
Chris has a strong suspicion that having such a front-row view of Anton getting himself off may be the sexiest thing ever. "Fuck, look at you ... " Air is a good thing, and he's trying to actually get some again. "Just fucking gorgeous ... " He strokes Anton's cheek.
Of all the things Anton figured sex with Chris would be--fantastic, hot, enthusiastic, sweaty--tender wasn't among them. But Anton cups his hand over Chris's, looking up at him. "Come here," he says softly, and he pulls Chris down to him for a kiss.
Chris takes his time with the kiss, not minding the hot sticky wetness between their bodies in the slightest. "You're going to stay over, right? I'll feel like a real tool if you don't stay over."
Anton has to smile at that. "I'm staying over," he promises. He nuzzles close, wrapping an arm around Chris's waist.