Chase Stein is going to have a (psychicraptor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-05-19 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase stein (talkback), stanley worthington (nine) |
Who: Chase and Nine
What: A conversation about labeling their...whatever they are.
When: Easter Sunday
Where: Nine’s Dad’s house
Rating/Warnings: High for language, mentions of alcohol, innuendo, flirtatious touching, almost improper use of a game room.
Status: Complete when posted
Chase didn’t hate hanging out with Sandor. He’d always been nice to him and Miami had been a hell of a lot of fun for the Super Bowl having both guys there with him to watch. But he’d have been lying if he didn’t admit that he’d been happy to get a chance to slip off with Nine to the game room away from the main BBQ group. The beers he’d been drinking all afternoon, were starting to get to him and he was pretty sure he’d come close to saying some pretty embarrassing things to relative strangers. He wasn’t drunk, far from it in his opinion at least, but he was definitely not sober. He smiled at the other man as he lined up his shot, aiming for the last striped ball on the table to knock it on the hole so that he could finally go for the eight ball.
***
Nine was a lot more observant than he led on and so, he decided that it was time for them to have a discussion. If he’d been smarter, he would have done it before the event but it wasn’t a huge deal to bring Chase as his friend. As the gathering picked up, Nine was making sure that Chase had a drink in hand, making sure to alternate water here and there. Still, he’d find ways to playful touch his “friend.”
Now, that the pool table was free, he’d suggested they play a game or two while the space was solely theirs. Seeing Chase line up his shot cause Nine to reach out and slap the other’s ass, before letting his hand linger for a few moments. His own drinks were starting to make his head fuzzy. “Don’t miss…” he teased.
***
Chase had been just about to shoot when Nine’s hand slapped his ass and he almost did miss his shot, turning to give Nine an almost glare. “Cheat…” He muttered, the word coming out without any venom as the dark haired man’s hand lingered. He shook his head, trying to clear his head enough to line his shot back up before taking it, missing actually making it by a little. “You are distracting anyone ever tell you that.” He said standing up straight and moving closer to him.
***
Nine gave a playful roll of his eyes. “You like it,” he responded, not backing away. “You like it, a lot,” he added before he wrapped an arm around Chase, letting his hand slip down the back of the man’s pants to grip his ass. He leaned towards Chase’s ear, whispering “I’d fuck you right here if there wasn’t a party going on.” He gave Chase’s ear quick bite and pulled away.
“Shall we finish up this game?” He let the question hang in the air, seeing what Chase wanted.
***
Chase leaned against Nine when he felt that arm around him, wanting the other man to realize exactly how true that statement was. He did like Nine distracting him that way. He let out a low moan at that whispered statement coupled with the bite and his eyes closed halfway as he fought, and lost, a brief fight with the smarter part of himself. They were at a party right now and despite the fact they were the only ones in the room right now, it was still in a public space. “What if I said to hell with the party and this game?” He asked, eyes opening back up and one brow raising. “Close the door so no one can interrupt us.”
***
Nine chuckled, amused by Chase’s boldness but even so, he knew better. He knew how Chase got when he was buzzed. In fact, Nine has been counting on it, because they had matters to discuss and he needed Chase to be open with him. “Don’t worry, we’ll have some uninterrupted time soon enough,” he replied. “For now, you have to behave,” he mentioned before stealing a deep kiss.
***
First telling him to behave and then kissing him like that? Even if Chase hadn’t been buzzed he’d have been confused by Nine’s almost mixed messages. The alcohol just made him more so. He moved over to the side of the table for Nine to take his shot, leaning on the edge and watching him closely. “How behaved do I have to be?” he asked, trying to gauge just how far he could push before Nine would get upset with him.
***
Nine couldn’t help but be amused. He knew that Chase must have been pretty flustered, especially with Nine being touchy. “Clothes has to stay on,” he answered. He gave Chase a sly wink before taking his shot. He’d purposefully shot the eight ball into one of the pockets. “Well, looks like I lost…” He set his cue on the table and pulled Chase to him before lifting him onto the table and taking spot between his friend’s legs. His hand wandered up Chase’s shirt. His lips kissed along the other’s jaw. “So, what do you want from me?” he asked, almost whispering.
***
“I try to strip at one party and you never let it go.” Chase mock grumbled at him. The only reason he’d even started taking his clothes off that night had been Nine’s flirting and touching him that way. And his drinking. But it was at least half Nine’s fault there. “Can it be called cheating when you make yourself lose?” He asked as Nine pulled him close. His friend had definitely gotten more control of his super strength since waking up with it that was for sure. He widened his legs around Nine so that the other man could get closer to him as they sat there, eyes closing part way at those kisses. This was why being alone with Nine was so damn appealing to him. And also on some level really damn dangerous for him. He was on the edge of falling for him and all the logic in the world couldn’t get him off it.
He put his hands on Nine’s shoulders to steady himself as that whispered question hit his ears. “What do you mean what do I want from you? You promised me that we’d have private time later.” Even if he was convinced Nine was testing his patience on that front with the way his hand was wandering over his chest.
***
Nine couldn’t help but chuckle. “It wasn’t that kind of party and you know it,” he replied, before giving Chase a small kiss on the lips. “Even if I would have enjoyed it, pretty sure you have regretted the decision in the morning.”
It wasn’t surprising that he’d have to be a little more detailed. “And that’s all you want? For me to take you into the other room and fuck your brains out?” He asked, his lips connecting with Chase’s neck. He kissed and sucked for a moment, before speaking again. “Or do you want to be more...than fuck buddies...with me?” He let a hand drift down to Chase’s pants before undoing the button. He really was sending mixed messages, now.
***
It was a good thing that they had the room to themselves because Chase definitely would not want anyone else to hear the moan that Nine pulled out of him as he sucked on his throat, that image running through his mind for a few seconds until he followed up with that question. His mind was bouncing from one thing to the next with those touches and kisses. But that one pulled his attention away from the different sensations and he pulled back enough that he could look into his face, no guard up in Chase’s expression as he reached down to stop his hand. He needed a somewhat clear head to answer that one. Or at least not one completely ruled by beer and Nine’s hands on his body.
“Not all that I want with you but I’ll take what I can get. I want more with you. And not just because you’re the only person Lace actually likes. I like you too. A lot.” Could he have put that more eloquently? Probably but fuck eloquence right then.
***
The moan that he drew from Chase only made Nine want to stop talking and take him to his bedroom. However, when his friend stopped his hand, Nine’s eyes met Chase’s as he listened intently. It was certainly in the direction of where Nine wanted things to go but he wanted the other to be more direct. So, he leaned closer. “When you say you want more with me, what does that mean?”
Maybe, he was worried about their feelings not matching but he sighed and took a moment before continuing. “I’m fine being friends with benefits, but I want something more serious with you. Do you want to be a couple?”
***
Chase was getting more and more convinced that Nine was just determined to keep him on his toes. He opened his mouth to answer that first question, to clarify but then Nine was spelling it out for him. For both of them maybe.
He leaned forward to close the distance between them, kissing him hard for a moment before pulling back to answer. “I really want that. Have for a while now.” But he hadn’t wanted to push and lose what they had on the chance that Nine didn’t.
***
Nine was relieved that he hadn’t been misreading Chase and he kissed his, now, boyfriend back fiercely. “I know you have...but I needed to hear you say it,” he muttered before he tossed Chase over his shoulder with ease and began to carry him out of the room. He figured that with things confirmed, it wasn’t a secret that they were headed to his bedroom to “celebrate” the agreement they’d just made.