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There seemed to be this common theory on the internet that Chad Michael Murray was a douche bag. Not just a douche bag, but a douche bag who went around devirginizing teenage girls. Blond teenage girls seemed to be his preference. Christian was most certainly not a blond teenage girl. And there was no devirginizing. But sometimes Chad could be a douche bag, which led to the conclusion that the internet was not always wrong. Just 99.9% of the time. Contrary to popular belief though, Chad was a lot smarter than some of these people give him credit for. Granted, he had made some pretty major mistakes but the guy learned from them - clearly - and nothing he'd done was any worse than the average non-celebrity. Chad simply had the misfortune of being famous; therefore his life was an open book.
Christian, on the other hand, was such a privately secluded person there was very little information floating around about his personal life on the world wide web. In fact, he went out of his way to keep any of those people he took home with him secret, and that was really saying something since Christian had a fairly decent sized conquest list. He'd actually been completely prepared to continue adding to that list but you never know when something might happen to change your plans. Like hooking up with Chad for instance. Christian was fairly certain that ten out of ten people asked would never consider them a likely couple. Which was probably why they worked, oddly enough.
It didn't explain how Christian felt about the man though. He was actually pretty sure there was nothing to explain that. Besides the fact that it simply felt natural to let him sleep against his chest on the flight to Oregon, even if the flight attendant gave him the most ridiculously sappy smile - that kind of reminded him of the J's and how they'd been looking at them toward the end of their trip. It also made it alright to carry Chad's bag when the man insisted on Christian getting him an ice cream cone - even if they'd yet to have lunch. But it did not make it okay for Christian to have to pay for everything. He was an equalities type of man. You pay for dinner; I'll pay for the movie and popcorn. It evened out. Chad was going to have to learn this lesson.
Christian started the teaching by sliding into the car behind the driver's seat the moment the valet stepped out, leaving Chad to stand awkwardly by the man who was still holding out his hand for a tip. At this Christian couldn't help smirking as he adjusted his sunglasses and settled back into the cool leather of his Ranger. It'd been too long. He missed his car. When Chad slid into the passenger seat beside him, Christian could tell he was less then pleased and he laughed, head falling back into the leather before he shifted the car into drive. "Equalities Murray. You'll learn it."
Chad new the moment he decided to get on the plane that he was in for a roller coaster ride. He hadn't been wrong about that. Christian was a mystery to him. Sometimes, though it was rare, the man was tender and gentle leaving Chad almost breathless and then there was the other Christian. Everything about Christian was powerful; the curve of his muscles, the low rumble of his voice, the way his eyes could bore straight into Chad's soul in a moment and leave him fidgeting and nervous. The only problem was that Chad didn't quite have a grasp yet what Christian had in mind for him. He knew that they were going to try the relationship thing. Chad shuddered every time he thought about the first tabloid photo of them together - maybe caught while touching one another because dammit Chad found it next to impossible to keep his hands off Christian.
"You tryin' to make a point there Kane?" Chad clicked his seatbelt into place, "and here I was gonna pay for the ice cream in sexual favours later..." he stared out the front window.
A harsh chuckle fell from Christian's lips, "As if you need an excuse for sexual favours." His eyes slid over to Chad from behind his sunglasses, back to the road a moment later. "Frankly I'm surprised you've gone so long keepin' your hands to yourself," he dragged his tongue across his lips, casting glances at Chad every few blocks. There was something strange, warm and pleasant, sparking up in him as he considered bringing Chad into his home, all the ways they could be together.
Chad barked out a laugh, "wanna make a wager? It'll be damn easy for me to keep my hands off you." Chad looked out the passenger window with a slight grin on his face. The other wagers they'd made had always worked out rather well for him.
"You think so? Because you understand I'd be allowed to touch you as much as I want," Christian directed the car into his neighbourhood, smirk bright along his lips. "I'm betting you'll cave within five minutes, ten tops," he shifted in his seat, hand falling low on the steering wheel while the other slid across the seat and wrapped along Chad's thigh, between his legs, fingers running along the inseam of his denims.
Still staring out the window Chad sucked his bottom lip into his mouth for a few seconds then cleared his throat, "what do I win... you know when I don't touch you for more than five minutes." Even as he said it he let his legs fall open and shifted closer, as far as the seat belt would let him.
Christian withdrew his hand, curling it around the steering wheel, and settling back in his seat. "No fair to do it in the car, limited... room," he hummed thoughtfully for a few minutes as they approached his house. "When I win, I get to handcuff you to my bed and give you a thorough welcome to my home greeting. On the off chance that you win?" Christian pulled the vehicle into his driveway, unbuckling his seat belt and leaning over to whisper in Chad's ear. "I think I'll still handcuff you to the bed. But maybe I'll let you choose what I do to you once I've got you there." Christian dragged his tongue up the side of Chad's neck before pushing open the driver's side door and climbing out.
Letting his head fall to the head rest Chad closed his eyes for a few moments then reached out for the door handle. Christian was going to be the death of him. He slid out of the truck and met Christian at the back to grab his stuff while he watched the long line of the other man's body as he leaned in the pull his duffel out. Swinging his own bags up onto his shoulders he waited until Christian locked up the truck and followed him up the front path to the door. The house was modern, squared off with curved edges kind of like a different interpretation of an adobe house. Chad should have known that the house would reflect the man, nothing over the top, subtle, interesting..."You pick this out all on your own, Kane?"
Lips quirking up slightly, Christian glanced over at Chad, "I did. Why? You proud of me?" He chuckled, head shaking slightly as they reached the front door and he slid his key into the lock. Christian pushed his shoulder into the door as the stepped forward, eyes flickering around the front entry. "Good to be home."
Suddenly nervous, Chad dropped his bags just inside the door and ran a hand over his hair. "Any strange pets I should know about? Snakes, lizards? Anything lurking around that will bite me... other than you I mean?" He grinned and shuffled his feet around then bent over to yank his shoes off. Chad knew nothing, and was starting to wonder about his own sanity. Wondering what the hell he was doing.
"Nope, travel too much to keep pets," Christian shrugged and carried his guitar over to the living room, laying the case across his coffee table. As he dragged down the zipper of the case, his eyes lifted to Chad, watching him take in the living space. He wondered what Chad thought of the place, what it must be like to see it through his eyes. "Not what you expected?" He asked, lifting the guitar from the case and carrying it across the living into the small studio he'd set up in what should have been the formula dining room.
Trailing along behind Christian, Chad’s eyes moved over the room. There were a lot of photos; Christian with friends, shots of him on stage, old black and white shots of musicians. Chad leaned against the studio door frame and looked around, "I like it here - it's you." He moved back out to the living room and looked at the books on one of the shelves, grazing his fingers along the spines. "You read a lot huh?"
"I do," Christian nodded, setting the guitar on the empty stand before walking through to the kitchen. "Want a beer or something?" He called over his shoulder, tugging open the fridge and pulling out a couple of beers. He pulled off the tops of both, heading back into the living room and offering the beer to Chad. "See anything interesting?"
"Beer's good," Chad pulled the top of one book forward so he could read the title, "Deep Blues: A Musical and Cultural History of the Mississippi Delta, you sure you're datin... uh... sleeping with the right guy?" He pushed the book back and walked over to grab his beer.
Christian couldn't resist the slight smirk as he set a beer on the coffee table for Chad and dropped down onto the couch, bringing his own bottle to his lips. "I'm sure you have your own unpredictable moments," he shrugged and extended his arm across the back of the couch. "Are we dating Murray?" He asked, arching his eyebrows when Chad glanced back at him.
"Just to be clear, has that no-touching bet started yet?" Chad's eyes were locked on Christian's.
Silently considering him, Christian nodded, "I'll let you know when it's started. We'll have to be official. Time it and all."
"Okay. Truth? I don't know what we're doing? Do you?" He walked over and settled on the couch in front of Christian's outstretched arm leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs.
Christian reached out and laid his palm flat on Chad's back, sliding down. "No. Can't say I do," he shrugged slightly and slid his hand up into Chad's hair, threading his fingers through the silky blond. "Guess we can figure it out. Or not bother with labels. I don't know."
Nodding slowly, Chad leaned back and mumbled "guess so." He turned and looked at Christian's profile, "what do you usually do when you get home from a trip?" Chad felt like he'd been cut adrift. It was different being together at Jared and Jensen's. Chad knew how things worked at their place; there was always the diversion of Jared. Here, Chad was on his own. Briefly, he found himself wondering if Christian would find him a little boring now they were alone.
"Relax?" Christian shrugged and tipped his beer back, continuing to stroke Chad's hair before massage his neck. "What do you usually do?"
There was no point in trying to hide his nerves, Chad didn't seem to have much like hiding things from Christian. "I normally just relax," he shrugged, "having a bit of trouble doing that right now. Do I have a room or am I...?" He turned to glance back at Christian's face.
"Do you want your own room?" Christian asked quietly, pulling his hand back and dropping it to his thigh. He didn't really understand Chad, of course he never really understood Chad but sometimes the man really confused him. Then again, Christian had been gay a lot longer than Chad had been fooling around with him and he couldn't quite grasp what that might be like for him.
Slamming his beer down on the table Chad turned quickly and swung his leg up so he was kneeling on either side of Christian's lap. "No, I don't," he sighed and sank down on the man's lap molding his body to Christian's. "Don't spill your beer on me," he mumbled against Christian's neck as his arms slid around his lover's back. "Just don't want things to be ... different now we're here," his lips moved against the stubble below Christian's jaw line.
"Not gonna be," Christian insisted, pulling the beer bottle up and draining the contents completely, throat working as he swallowed everything and set the bottle to the side. He curled his arms around Chad's back, forearms rubbing along his sides and sliding up. "You're gettin' all thinky on me Murray, next thing you know you're gonna turn into Padalecki or somethin'." He grinned up into Chad's face, wetting his lips.
"Nah, one Padalecki is enough." Chad studied Christian's blue eyes, the way the lashes curled just enough, always with that heavy-lidded look that made the guy sex on legs. "Guess it's too early to go to bed," Chad couldn't help shift of the man's lap, just a little. I should.. text Jared let him know we go here alive. I think he was worried we might kill each other or get arrested or something." Actually, traveling with Chris had been much easier than Chad had expected, the guy had even let Chad sleep on him. Jared never did that.
Christian laughed and let his hands slide along Chad's thighs. "He should know by now that you two together is a much deadlier combination then you and I. Then only way we'd kill each other is by..." Christian's eyes widened slightly and he let his fingers slide across Chad's crotch. "Is there anyone you need to call? Let them know you're here? Or... at least not coming home for awhile?"
"A while..." Chad echoed as he twisted his hips from side to side. "I can call Jared later... he's probably busy with his new boyfriend anyway." He laughed softly and slid off Christian's lap tucking under the man's arm; he pulled his leg up over Christian's crotch and rubbed gently. "You got anyone to call..." he whispered, "tell 'em you're back?"
Rolling his hips slightly up into the touch, Christian shook his head before letting it drop to the side to peer at Chad. "Nah, no one to call," he edged forward, brushing his lips down Chad's jaw line. "So what do you think? Five minutes without touching me? Is such a thing even possible?"
"N..no problem," Chad slide slowly off the couch and stood, adjusting his jeans as his cheeks flushed a little pink. Picking up his beer he steps around the coffee table and sits in the armchair. "Easy," his voice is a bit shakier than he'd like but whatever. He's far enough away that he can't touch Christian, 'the bet's half won already."
Christian smirked and pushed up, walking over to Chad and dropping to his knees before him. "No rules against me touching," he reminded and laid his hands on Chad's thighs, curling around the flesh and pushing up. His thumbs dragged along the zipper, pressing firm and sliding up. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared into Chad's eyes, tugging down on the zipper and pulling it down.
Chad knew the moment Christian kneeled in front of him he would lose the bet. Funny how it didn't seem like a loss to want to give in after thirty seconds and run his fingers through that hair. "Fuck, you're a..." his teeth clamped down on his tongue, hard as he fumbled around beside the chair to put his beer down.
"Jesus Chad, I don't think you're gonna make it," Christian murmured and rested his nose just inside Chad's leg. Even through the jeans Christian could feel Chad's muscles quivering as he slid up slowly, spreading Chad's legs with a hand on each thigh. "So what exactly am I?" He asked into Chad's crotch, pushing his lips into the denim.
Sucking his stomach in Chad shifted away from the heat of Christian's breath. Even through denim he could feel it for Christ's sake. "You're... a very nice guy," Chad grunted through gritted teeth. His hands were clenched so tightly on the arms of the chair that his knuckles had gone white.
Christian chuckled and wrapped his hands under Chad's legs tugging him slightly down to give Christian more access to the area. He looked up, eyes locking on Chad's face as his hands rose and finished unfastening the buttons, roughly tugging down Chad's jeans just enough see the hard line of Chad's cock in his boxers. "Gee thanks Murray," Christian smirked, leaning down and mouthing over the crown of Chad's cock through his boxers. "Good to know I'm so nice," he murmured before repeating the motion, sucking open mouth kisses into the cotton clad shaft.
Chad's arms were shaking with the strain of trying to keep them on the arms of the chair, his hips rocked forward into Christian's mouth; it was a crazy-good sensation, the hot pressure and the friction of the cotton. He slid down further in the chair so he could widen his legs, given Christian much more room.
Sliding back just enough to move, Christian wrapped his fingers around the elastic of Chad's boxers and lifted up, tugging down just enough to free that hard shaft. "I have to admit I'm surprised Murray," Christian mused, leaning in to swipe his tongue along the crown, briefly over the slit. "You're showing a surprising amount of restraint," Christian's fingers hovered in the inch or two of air above Chad's cock, close enough to feel the radiating heat but no enough to touch.
"Jesus Christ Christian," The cool air hit Chad's fiery skin at the exact time that Christian's tongue did and then he could see those rough fingers close enough to touch but holding back. He pushed up off the chair and his fingers let go moving automatically to tangle in that long, thick hair. "D..Don't care - you win." Chad was pretty sure he would have slid right off the chair if Christian's body wasn't holding him up. And lost the bet? Whatever.
"Figured I would," Christian smirked and let his fingers curl around the base of Chad's cock, holding him steady for him to slide his lips over the crown, sucking roughly. He let a large dollop of saliva run down the heated flesh, spreading it between his fingers a moment later and dragging it up and down Chad's shaft. Christian lurched forward, body pressing into Chad's, growling into his ear. "We'll get to the handcuff bit later. Now though, we're going to switch places and you're going to ride me right here. Sound like a plan?" He dragged his teeth over the flesh lobe before dropping his head and biting roughly at his neck, sucking the sting away a moment later.
"Don't be smug," Chad managed to groan out, "i w..won't put out." Yeah, even Chad couldn't believe that. His hands were moving, desperately trying to get Christian's over shirt off, God the man wore way too many clothes for someone with his body. He threw the shirt then slid down under Christian's body; he nipped at Christian's nipple as his lips moved past it, nuzzled into the flesh of the man's belly, all the time Chad's hands were fumbling with the button and zipper on his lover's jeans. By the time he hit the floor he was half chuckling and turned over to bit Christian's ass firmly before the man had a chance to sit down. "I'm bendy..." he growled.
"I'll be sure to remember that," Christian's voice was deep and rough with arousal and he spun, dropping down into the chair. His hips arched up to meet Chad's hands as the man worked on the fastens, tugged the material down. "Keep 'em on," he pushed his legs together to stop Chad from pulling Christian's jeans down any further then his thighs. Christian shoved down Chad's pants, smirking as the blond fumbled with his shoes and the material until his lower half was naked. "Wanna fuck you with my pants on," Christian growled as he rid himself of his undershirt and repositioned on the chair, curling his fingers around his cock and stroking lazily.
Growling softly Chad climbed back onto the chair kneeling up so his cock slid against Christian's chest as he rocked against his slowly. Hooking his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt he pulled it up and off over his head then sat back down on Christian's strong thighs as he trailed his hands down through his hair and across his shoulders. The heat from the other man's rigid shaft was burning into Chad's and without thought he started rolling his hips forward and back sliding the flesh together.
Christian moaned, head falling back into the cushion as his hips moved up eagerly into Chad's. No one had ever reduced him to such a writhing, quivering wreck like Chad could so easily. "Christ," he dragged his fingers down Chad's chest, curling into his hip bones roughly. "I want you," Christian tugged Chad down into him, crushing their lips together. His hips continued to rock up, desperate to be buried in tight muscle.
Chad pulled out of Christian's grip and slid off his lap padding over to his bag where it sat by the front door. He laughed softly thinking of the amusement of security at finding the tiny bottle of lube that he had slipped in the outside pocket of his duffel - hell - with Christian he never knew when he might need it. He twisted the top off as he walked over to stand behind Christian's chair; Chad leaned forward and nuzzled into the older man's hair and whispered, "how bad you want me?"
"You gotta ask?" Christian growled, stroking himself with one hand, letting the other curl behind him to reach for Chad. "Damnit Chad," he hissed, thumb smearing along the slit.
Pushing Christian's hair back from his neck Chad leaned down and ghosted his lips over the sensitive flesh below the man's ear then bit down hard on the corded muscles in his neck, dragging his teeth back and letting the skin go. Chad let his free hand move down Christian's chest, palm sliding across his nipples then back up to trail fingers light up the length of his neck.
"You're lucky I like you so much," Christian growled, body arching up into Chad's touch. "Otherwise I'd bend you over the arm of this chair and fuck you like you want it," Christian tilted his head toward Chad brushing his lips over the nearest patch of skin.
"All talk..." Chad whispered against Christian's ear then sucked gently on the lobe, his fingers sliding across his lover's smooth lips.
"That a dare Murray?" Christian sucked Chad's finger into his mouth, curling a hand around his wrist and pulling him in until he had all of the digit in his mouth. His fist slid around his cock, hips rolling against the cushion. Christian was very used to being the dominant, and though he'd never admit it out loud, he loved Chad's ability to completely submit. He made it a game, a test of limits, and probably because he'd never been with another guy before, it made it that much better.
Chad pulled away, collecting his thoughts, his body shuddering then he walked around to the front of the chair again and kneeled down in front of Christian. Wriggling his way back in between the man's legs he poured some lube into his hand and slicked his fingers up and down Christian's cock, fingers lingering over the head and curling around the crown.
A shaky breath fell from his lips as his hand curled around Chad's neck, clenching into the muscle, hips rocking up into the touch. "Now you're just... being a tease," Christian exhaled slowly and met his eyes. "I want my cock. In your ass. Now," he growled the words, deeper than he had ever heard his voice. His hand on Chad's neck tightened and his lips quirked up slightly.
Without a moment’s hesitation Chad climbed up onto the chair kneeling over Christian's lap again, leaning to press lips against lips, slide tongue past tongue he reached down to guide Christian's cock back until the head was pressing against the puckered flesh at Chad's entrance. His hips swung back and forth slowly, teasing himself and his lover.
For being relatively new to this gay sex thing, Chad was outrageously, ridiculously mind blowing sometimes. Like now for instance, when Christian could feel the overly sensitive flesh at the crown of his cock along Chad's entrance. He thrust his tongue roughly into Chad's mouth, curling one hand around Chad's arm, the other still clutching the silk blond hair. His hips moved in slow circles, urging that heat to fall over him like he so desperately wanted.
Thigh muscles quivering with strain, Chad lowered himself onto Christian's stiff cock; inch by hot inch Chad let himself sit back. He went as slowly as he could, eyes closed, head thrown back as he trembled. It only burned slightly, it hadn't been that long since Christian had been fucking him into the mattress in Jensen's guest room; it was the fullness he loved, the sensation of Christian everywhere around him, on him, in him. "Chris," he murmured against his lover's lips, tongue slipping across the man's bottom lip.
Christian sucked in Chad's tongue, pulling at it slowly as his hips shifted beneath the man. Being connected like this was better than anything he'd ever felt and his hands fell to Chad's hips, rocking him up slightly and releasing him, letting him slide back down slowly. A low moan fell into the kiss, Chad sucking it up greedily before Christian pulled back with a gasp. "Jesus Chad," he hissed out his lover's name, thrown by heat rippling through his body. Chad was more impossibly tight then he should be considering how active their sex life was over the past two weeks and his hips jerked up for more even though there was really no room to move.
When his muscles finally gave up, Chad sank on Christian's cock and groaned out a sound that even surprised him for a few moments before he was completely lost to the sensation of his lover inside him. There was no point anymore in Chad trying to hold back his sounds, his movements, anything, they both knew what Christian did to him. They both knew how much he liked being fucked. He fell against Christian's body nosing his way into the spicy smell of his hair and passing his tongue up and down the man's neck in long strokes. Snaking his arms around his lover's neck Chad sighed and settled himself, it was crazy, he could stay here forever.
"You feel so good around me," Christian groaned, head falling back as Chad's muscles seemed to clench and unclench constantly around him. For a minute he ever considered the fact that he could probably get off just like this, just from Chad clenching his ass over and over around him. Then his fingers once more found their nitch along Chad's hips and he pulled him up slowly, hissing as the cool air of the room shot across his cock. Just as slowly he controlled Chad's glide down, shifting forward until he could slant his lips over Chad's once more. It was certainly slower than they were used to but still so blindingly hot, Christian had to suck in quick breaths through his nose to keep from completely losing it.
"Chris... faster..." Chad squirmed slightly in Christian's grasp. Everything was so new to him, the sensations, fuck - Chad had no idea how Christian managed to have so much control. More than once it had made Chad feel a little messed up, like he was broken somehow. Pushing down, he tried to sink himself further onto Christian as he nipped and sucked at the man's neck, hands moving up through his long hair.
Christian tightened his hold on Chad's hips and moved him fast, flexing his muscles as he dragged Chad nearly all the way up and slammed him down with such force it caused them both to moan loudly. He continued the jerky motions, meeting them with quick upward thrusts, until his arms ached and dropped them to the side, letting Chad set his own pace. It felt like he couldn't get deep enough, like there would never be a deep enough. Growling low in his throat, he shoved at Chad's chest, lurching up at the same time and sending them both crashing down into the carpet. Chad huffed out a surprised breath but Christian only gave him a moment to recover before he had his legs up nearly to his chest and he slammed into his lover with deep, quick thrusts.
Chad's lungs emptied when he hit the floor and his heart sped up even more when Christian slammed back into him, fucking him so hard Chad figured he would be bruised, would ache in places he didn't know existed. It was like an overload of all Chad's circuits, Christian's hair dragging across his chest and neck, his cock filling his ass so much it almost hurt, Chad's own shaft heavy and swollen as it was pressed into the flesh of his belly. After a few moments, Chad managed to get his hands to move to Christian's arms so he could feel the muscles tightening and rippling as he thrust hard against Chad's body.
The carpet shifted beneath Chad's back and Christian flinched slightly, wondering if the man would have rug burn later. He was too consumed with the feeling though and thrust harder into Chad, pulling them both toward their release. Each slam forward made his bones shake, the force driving Chad harder and deeper into the carpet. "Fuck Chad," he growled, feeling his muscles beginning to tense in the tell tale sign of his impending orgasm. "Come for me," he grunted in between thrusts, knowing he'd hit the moment Chad did and those muscles clenched around him.
Chad's body arched up off the floor like a bow, muscles corded tight in his neck. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was firing at once and the sound of Christian's voice ricocheted through Chad's mind. He could feel his tight muscles clenching around his lover's cock and he came; Chad's release shot up his body, smearing against his flesh, warm and slick. His cock pulsed hard, his hips aching under Christian's weight, ass clenching tight and hard. He keened out the most embarrassing sounds, shifting around under Christian like his flesh was on fire.
Sure enough, the muscles clenching around Christian's cock rippled and shot through him and half a dozen quick, rough thrusts later he was following suit. With each long pulse of his release he rocked down into Chad, moaning his lover's name through a long, thick drawl. When it was over he collapsed down onto the man's chest, body shaking with the aftermath, arms and legs quivering from overuse. "Jesus fuck," he groaned, pulling in deep lung full's of air in attempts to regulate his heart's rapid flutter.
"Chris..." Chad groaned and tried to push Christian's body to the side, "my back." His skin was stinging even as he tried to get his panting under control. He pursed his lips and blew out a few breaths..."you nearly kill me," he gasped, "every fuckin' time."
Christian's chuckle was rough as he pulled out of Chad with a slight hiss and fell the side. "You're a big boy, you can handle it," he grinned and rolled slightly, propping himself up on an elbow to stare down at Chad's flushed face. "Besides, what's the fun in fuckin' if you don't have any marks to show for it?"
Chad shivered - it wasn't the cold - it was that crazy snapping feeling in his heart just like little rubber bands were going off and what he wanted to do was curl his fingers around Christian's cheek, kiss him so slowly it would feel like time was stopping, wanted him to just stay there right beside him. But ... he didn't, Chad had no idea what he and Christian were doing but he was pretty sure that anything that tender would either get him mocked or his ass-kicked. So, he thumped Christian with a fist against his chest. "Didn't need rug burn," he muttered thickly averting his gaze.
"Is it bad?" Christian asked softly, worried for a moment that he'd actually hurt Chad in a not so good way. "Let me see," he rolled the man over easily and stared down at the red back. The skin was a little puffy, and fairly flushed with color, but there wasn't any blood or anything and it looked like it might be tender for awhile but not unbearable. With a faintly amused smile he laid his palm against the skin and shook his head, "Not too bad. Just no more carpet sex, okay?"
"Another house rule?" Chad closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of Christian's rough palm against his stinging skin.
Chuckling softly, Christian leaned forward and pressed a kiss at the base of Chad's neck. "Yeah, officially." The action of a simple kiss had his face scrunching together slightly. It didn't feel like it was just a kiss. It felt like he was saying something through the gentle press of lips, though he had no idea what it could be.
Now Chad's breathing had returned to normal he relaxed, tilting his head forward and soaking up the feeling of Christian's lips. "Sometimes..." he started, Jesus, sometimes Christian scared the shit out of him. He felt like he'd do anything for the guy, it was the crazy way he felt when Christian touched him, like some sort of electricity jumped between them. Sometimes, Chad still had moments when he couldn't understand how this had happened; how he had gone from petite blond beauty queens to Kane. The problem was that he wasn't sure what he would do when he had to go back home. Things were different now. How do you tell someone that?
"Sometimes..." Christian echoed, letting it hang out there in case Chad wanted to fill in the silence. When it seemed like he had nothing to add, Christian sighed softly and pushed up, climbing off the floor and pulling up his pants to refasten them. He headed for the kitchen and ran a rag under warm water, coming back a moment later and standing over Chad. "Here," he offered the rag, resisting the urge to kneel beside him and wipe the drying come away himself. Just as Chad was rolling back onto his back and reaching out for the rag, Christian lost the internal battle and he knelt beside him. Keeping his eyes fixed on the flat planes of Chad's stomach, he cleaned up what was left of Chad's come before pulling back and rising. "So you hungry? I know a great pub not too far from here, we could walk," he called over his shoulder as he headed toward the kitchen once more.
Chad had bitten down so hard on his bottom lip while Christian was rubbing the cloth over his body that he could taste the coppery flavour of blood when he finally sat up. "Pub’s fine." He crawled forward and gathered up his clothes getting dressed slowly, only getting up when he had to tug his jeans up. He hissed quietly when his t-shirt rubbed over the tender skin on his back. "Can I throw my stuff in your... in the bedroom?" He padded over to the kitchen quietly and stood there in the hallway not quite knowing what to do with himself.
This was the first time they really had to deal with the post sex situation. All the other times had been either at night, where they generally just crashed, or a quickie during the day in which they were getting dressed to head after Jared or Jensen not long after they were done. If Christian really thought about it, it was probably the first time he'd ever slept with someone in his house that actually meant something to him. Whatever it was. "Sure, I didn't give you the tour so I guess I will now. Obviously this is the kitchen," he gestured around, "help yourself to anything any time." He headed for the living room, pausing to grab Chad's bag and waiting for the man to get his carry on. "Of course you're now familiar with the living room. That's my impromptu studio," he gestured toward the room and led Chad up a short flight of stairs to the second floor. "There's a bathroom by the studio too. In case you're wondering. And here we have the guest room, guest bath, and..." Christian pushed up the door to his large master suite with attached bathroom and view overlooking the ocean in the distance. "My room. Put your stuff anywhere, unpack or whatever. I'm gonna get my bags."
Chad put his bag down and perched on the edge of the bed, bounced a couple of times then pushed up to walk over and look out the window. The view was amazing; the sky was clear and the ocean was blue and white far off in the distance. He'd like to go there, surf, he huffed out a laugh. He didn't even know if Christian could surf. Chad scrubbed both hands vigorously on his face for a few moments and turned back to his duffel tugging it over to the corner of the room where he thought it might be out of the way. Tugging his shirt off he folded it and set it beside his bag, unzipped the bag and searched for a softer t-shirt. When he found one he yanked it out and walked over to the mirror on the bathroom door and tried to get a look at his back. He was still twisting around trying to look at the rash when he heard Christian walking back in the room. Blushing he moved forward quickly and pulled the shirt down over his head.
"So..." Christian said softly, dropping his bags on the bed and unzipping them. It probably would have been a little smarter to figure out what went after the 'so' before he started the sentence because now he was floundering around for something. "Should we... do you want to... talk? About stuff? Are there things that should be said?" He glanced up at Chad for a moment before flipping his bag over and dumping it out on the mattress, sorting through for the dirty clothes and tossing them toward the laundry basket.
Hopping up on to the edge of the bed Chad watched Christian's face carefully unsure of how to answer, "like house rules? Don't touch your CD's? Don't leave my shit around?" He scratched his forehead and fiddled with one of the t-shirts that Christian had set aside. "Just let me know, I'll keep out of your way. You probably have work to do while I'm here, yeah? When you want me to get out of here? I should book a flight home I guess." He looked down at his hands and realized he couldn't stop fidgeting.
"Well uh, no that wasn't really what I meant," Christian shook his head, glancing over at Chad for a moment before once more sorting through the clothes. "I have some tracks to listen to, fine tune, probably need to do some writing, things like that but... you can..." Christian shrugged and picked up his bag of toiletries, carrying it to the bathroom before returning to the pile of clean clothes on the bed to start folding. "What did you want to do? How long would you like to stay?"
"What did you mean?" Chad blinked a few times his foot twitching back and forth. He snatched up one of Christian's t-shirts and started folding it so he had something to focus on.
Christian added another clean shirt to the folded pile and glanced over at Chad. "I mean, how long can you put up with me? How long until you've gotten me out of your system and go back to being straight?" He really hadn't meant the words to come out that way and he sighed, adding softly, "Because if I had my say you wouldn't be leaving for a long time."
"Go back to being straight? Wow." That kind of hurt. Chad knew that he hadn't talked about his feelings much, hell, he had a lot of trouble doing that on a good day - but - it wasn't like he'd denied that he was with the guy. He fell asleep on him on the plane, held his hand in the airport. "That's what you think I'm doin'. Taking a vacation from being straight." He hopped off the bed and walked over to his bag making a big production out of looking for something even though there was nothing he needed. He just didn't want Christian to see how much that question had stung.
Sighing softly again, Christian dropped down onto his bed and stared at Chad's back. "What am I supposed to think? Does it look like I know what I'm doin' here? Because I sure as hell don't," he studied Chad's back before clearing his throat. "Chad. Come here."
Turning slowly, Chad glanced at Christian then stood up and moved over to stand in front of the other man. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he looked down at Christian's knees, "yeah?"
"Clearly, we're both shit at this, whatever it is," Christian reached out for Chad, spreading his legs wider for the man to step between. He let his hands slide up Chad's chest and cup around his neck, fingers locking together. "I've never done the relationship thing. You... I don't even know. And so we're probably gonna have some fucked up moments but I want... I'd like you to stay. For as long as you want, or can. I don't have any filming commitments until Leverage starts up again in a couple months. There's a few gigs you can come or not. No pressure. But I'd like you too. Okay?" It was probably the closet he was going to get to telling Chad that he felt anything for him and he hoped the man picked up on the underlying, unspoken meaning.
"I think I should probably go home... after a week or so - you know, sort my shit out." Chad stepped back a little, "I'd like to hear you play, go to a gig I mean - that'd be good." What he didn't want was for Christian to realized how absolutely hopeless he was at stuff like this. Chad had a knack for being able to alienate anyone who spent enough time with him. He figured he couldn't do too much damage in a week and hoped that maybe Chris might even invite him back.
Christian could feel the disappointment fluttering through him but he shrugged it off, nodding and dropping his hands down to his thighs. "Okay. Well I don't have any gigs for a few weeks. So. Anyway. The pub? I'm starving. And you were going to call Jared," he pushed up from the bed, side stepping to resume sorting through his clean clothes. He was fairly uncomfortable with the way his insides were churning and he wanted to go back to having a good time, to ignoring all this emotion shit.
Chad sighed, "I could just... I'll text him." He gestured toward the door, "I'll go down and get my shoes on... I'm ready whenever you are." He turned and left the room quickly. He had figured that he might get a little bit of an argument from Christian when he said a week but then he'd known going into this that Chris had a bit of a fly-by-night reputation. Once he reached the living room he picked up his jacket and searched through the pockets until he found his phone. He sank down onto the couch and fiddled with his contacts menu until he found Jared and started a text message.
ChadMM: At Kane's. U think I'm crazy? how long shud I sta?
He took a couple breaths then hit send and shoved his phone back in his pocket. Leaning back on the couch he waited quietly for Christian to come back down trying really hard not to think about... anything.
Only moments after Chad had left the room, while Christian was slipping into his boots, his phone rang. It was Steve and Christian considered not answering it but they were due to go on a brief mini tour in a few weeks and it probably was related to that. He was still on the phone as he reached the landing for the first floor, eyes flickering over to Chad, lips quirking up slightly. "Carlson? Shut your trap. I gotta go so if there's somethin' important get to it." He laughed when his friend cheered something about seeing some action and it being about damn time. When Steve began pestering him for details, Christian flipped the phone shut and shoved it into his pocket, reaching out for his coat. "You ready?"
"Yup," Chad pushed up off the couch just as his phone chimed. Yanking it out of his pocket he unlocked the screen and clicked on the new message.
Jare: u were always crazy. sta as long as he'll let u. man's a saint.
Chad rolled his eyes and slid the phone back in his pocket as he walked back toward the door.
"Padalecki issues?" Christian asked, tugging open the door and gesturing for Chad to walk out.
"That guy is just one big issue." Chad walked out into the late afternoon sun a slight smile on his face. "How far is this pub?"
Christian laughed and led them down the sidewalk, "Couple of blocks and around the corner. It's owned by this gay couple. They've been together for thirty years and they're ridiculously sappy. Think Jared and Jensen in thirty years and add a few more scoops of sugar. That's them. But it's great food and they have karaoke every Thursday night so I'm not complaining." He smiled over at Chad and for one moment entertained the idea of taking his hand. He wasn't certain that Chad would like that though so he settled for letting his arms dangle at his sides.
"Can we..." Chad held out his hand, "or will we get our asses kicked by rednecks?" He smiled his crooked smile and peer over at Christian. It occurred to him briefly that it should be freaking him out a little that he wanted to walk down the damn street holding hands with a guy, but, hell, he was on vacation. That's what he would keep telling himself anyway.
"This is a pretty gay friendly community," Christian grinned at Chad and laced their fingers together, tugging the blond into his side. "In fact, there's a pretty good possibility I'm the closest thing to a redneck here. So... whatever that says," he laughed and squeezed Chad's hand against his. "You ever been to Oregon?"
"Few times," Chad had been lots of places he just couldn't necessarily remember what he'd done all the time. "Was drunk on a road trip I think. It's nice here though. I don't know where the hell I'm gonna end up. I guess it depends on what job I get next. You think maybe I should go back to modeling? That was good work before." Chad was a bit of a drifter when it came to employment. He didn't mind acting but it was kind of limiting in terms of travel. Jared and Jensen were perfect examples of that; they worked six days a week sometimes and seemed to spend a lot of their down time staring blankly at the TV because they were exhausted.
"I think it never hurts to take some time off, do some things you really want to," Christian smiled over at Chad, enjoying the idea of a normal conversation not laced with anything he didn't quite get. "Maybe you'll get a great part offered to you in a few months. If not then maybe you can try the modeling again, or something else entirely. It's... probably nice to be off your show now huh? I mean, with Sophia on the set and all?" Christian glanced over at Chad, not sure where the man stood on discussing his ex wife since before last summer he and Chad had probably shared only a handful of conversations despite their mutual friends.
"She was pretty cool - really should have treated me worse than she did. I fucked that up royally - got a bit caught up in the moment." He shook his head and rubbed his thumb over Christian's. "I make some shitty decisions sometimes." He could admit that much. Chad was pretty sure he wasn't done making shitty decisions but he felt pretty good about deciding to come and spend some more time with Christian. He felt like he wanted to get to know the guy which was about the lamest thing he'd found himself thinking in ages.
Nodding, Christian wet his lips before agreeing aloud, "Tell me about it. I've made some real craptastic ones myself." He laughed and gestured to the pub coming up only two blocks up. "That's it there. I can smell the grill already." He inhaled deeply to prove him point.
Chad was a little nervous. The idea that this was a place that Christian went all the time was making Chad's skin crawl a little. People were going to know Christian which meant they'd be curious about Chad and wonder ... or maybe they'd just think he was the next in a long line of guys. "You bring lots of guys here?" He cringed internally.
Christian shook his head slowly, eying Chad curiously. "No. I like this place. It's not somewhere I want to parade my... one night stands you know? I've only ever taken Carlson here oh and Ackles once last summer," as they approached the door Christian tugged it open, leaning slightly against it to stare at Chad. "They do know I'm gay though."
Smiling, Chad looked into those blue eyes again, "good I can hold your hand while we're inside too." He brushed past Christian and tugged him through the door making him stumble forwards.
They settled into a booth in the back but that didn't stop Christian from drawing the attention of the two owners who often worked the bar, Mark and Gabriel. As soon as Chad and he had ordered, their hands sliding together on the surface top, the two older men brought over some beers and made a bigger fuss about things then Christian would have liked. They practically fawned over Chad, ruffling his hair and patting his cheeks, until Chad's face was flushed with color and Christian was laughing and shooing them off.
Over dinner they talked a little more about what Chad might do with his life now that he was done filming One Tree Hill. Christian told him a little about the mini tour he and Steve were planning in the next month or so. And by the time their food had arrived it felt like all the awkward tension from before had drifted away. Even though the relocating from their semi-comfortableness in Vancouver to here at his home had shaken things between them, Christian could already tell it was getting back on the right track. He supposed it was the down side to being two people who just didn't talk about feelings and such, whenever they tried to get anything out it came out wrong and disjointed.
By the time they had paid the bill the sun was setting and they walked back to Christian's place hand in hand, quietly watching the sunset. Both knew the moment was far too romantic for their tastes, but neither complained. And both secretly liked it anyway. As they approached Christian's front walk he leaned in and whispered softly into Chad's ear, "I believe I won some bet regarding handcuffs?"
This has Chad's eyes darkening slightly and Christian smirked as the blond practically dragged him inside.