Daniel Ciin | Ares (thouros) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-04-22 12:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, coyote |
you electrify my life
Who: Chris & Daniel.
What: Chris is drunk and runs into his sort-of boyfriend?
Where: The third floor.
When: Following this thread; Sunday, April 16.
Not too long after Kal's departure, Chris made his way back out onto the third floor. He didn't need to use the wall to make sure he didn't fall over, but it was there, so why not? He headed back toward the kegs, intending to refill the mug he'd "borrowed" from Kal's kitchen, when he recognized a figure moving toward him.
"Aaayyy papi," he found himself calling out before he could stop himself. A grin slashed his mouth from end to end, and he at least made it to the keg before he fell. "You should come try some of this, it's good."
Daniel's laugh rang out through the hall, answered by echoing peals from nowhere in particular. He arched a brow but did not flinch; having explored the majority of the building since BB had left him, he had seen and experienced far stranger things. He kept his eyes on Chris as he crossed over to him, his brow arching higher with each step. He stopped just in front of the fallen man, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his white tee pushed slightly up by his wrists.
"Scale of one to ten," he said, "how drunk are you right now? And also can I join you. 'Cause I have seen some shit today, and I need it."
"Once," he replied, Spanish accent flavoring the words with a bite. He pushed himself to sitting against the keg, close enough to reach the tap if he so desired. "Of course you can join me; why the fuck would I say no to having your fine ass around to grope? Ain't that the American dream, hot bodies and liquor? Might've read that wrong somewhere." He precariously held his mug up toward Daniel, his grin unabating. "Fill me up?" He asked, with no small amount of innuendo.
"Gladly." Daniel took the mug from his hands, moving it under the tap. He filled it nearly to overflowing. He took first one small, exploratory sip from the mug; finding it to his liking, he downed a third of the glass, then topped it off once more. He sat down beside of Chris, his legs crossed beneath him, one knee brushing Chris's leg. Chris seemed in a mood to allow for public touching, and Daniel intended to enjoy it while it lasted.
"So what's the occasion?" he asked. He flashed a wicked grin. "I haven't seen you like this since St. Paddy's."
"We're trapped inside our apartment building, our options are to get dead drunk or freak out -- I don't know about you, but I like the latter," he replied, grabby hands making for the mug and downing more of it with an ease that spoke to experience. He scooted closer to Daniel, their bodies pressing against one another from shoulder to hip. Chris balanced the mug on his lap, his free hand going to entwine with Daniel's.
"So what is this shit you have seen?"
Daniel looked up from their joined hands. A smile played on his full lips, though it waned as he began listing his morning's adventures. He counted off on his left hand, still tightly holding Chris's with his right. "A crocodile, a desert, what I'm fairly confident were guts…" He reached out and took the mug from Chris's hand, steeling himself with a long draught of honeyed beer. "And a whole bunch of personal shit I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to see."
He handed the mug back to Chris, watching him closely. "You, uh, been to the sixth floor yet?"
Chris' head bobbed, and he wetted his throat with another sip from the mug before speaking again. "Yeah that wall thing is weird. Don't even know what's what, but I figured out Kal's, the arrogant bastard. You know he thinks he's responsible for my fuck ups? I mean, jesuchristo, give me a little credit. I think I do good fucked up work." Now his head shook with disbelief, though he was still smiling, his words belying his amused tone.
"Why, you see yours?"
"First of all," Daniel said, "I'd feel the same way if it was Faisal. Cut Kal some slack." He shouldered gently into the other man's side, a softly chiding look on his face. "Second, what d'you mean, mine? Who says anything up there was about me? Pretty sure I saw one for you, though." He shifted slightly, the better to look at Chris, and spoke again before he could be interrupted -- or so he hoped. "You really think all that? You're just a problem?"
The other man blinked, confusion setting in; then he loosed his hand from Daniel's, using it to cup the side of the mug as his previously happy mood was torn to ribbons with a few simple sentences.
"I seriously just had this conversation with Kal," he replied, eyes closing and then opening again to fix his gaze on the floor. And it'd been an uncomfortable one, though thankfully in the end they'd come out on the same page. "Yeah, I'm clearly a problem for people. Why is that so difficult to understand? You were fucking shot at because of me.
"Are you gonna make this a thing?"
Daniel shook his head. "Nah. Just tryin' to… I dunno. Talk it out. Fuck secrets, right?" He took the mug again, twisting toward the keg, keeping close to Chris even as he moved. He talked as he filled up the mug, finding some things easier said without the burden of eye contact. "Okay, so I did have one down there. I dunno who put it there or who told them that shit. It's weird and I don't like it."
He turned back to Chris, nursing the mead for a moment, more to hide his subtle blush than out of any real desire to drink. Short nails tapped the sides of the cup as he lowered it. "I just want you to know you're more than that. Okay? I'm glad I met you. I'm glad we're doin'... whatever this is." He nudged Chris with his shoulder. "So whatever. Go ahead. Ask me about mine, unless you already figured it out."
Chris stayed quiet for a moment, though he did not move away. Neither did he reach for the mead, instead seemingly allowing his thoughts to run through everything he'd seen on that floor. The infusion of alcohol had clearly washed away most other thoughts, or at least any true logic.
"I had this...a minute ago..." He clenched his jaw, trying to remember. "Lotta them up there are vague, could be anyone, but there was one that made me think of you. Something about not being someone's everything, ever, which, not sure if that's about your ex again or what, but... am I warm?"
Nodding, Daniel bought himself time with another long pull from the mug. He swept foam from his lips with the tip of his tongue. "It's not about her. Not really." He shrugged. "I just always want more, y'know? My parents were wrapped up in church, everybody I've dated has had their fun and peaced out… I dunno. I'm selfish." He chuckled, a self deprecating little sound. His chest puffed out in mockery of his own overconfident swagger. "I want somebody to like me best."
Chris could not help the laugh that erupted out of his mouth, though he quickly covered it by grabbing at Daniel's wrist.
"You are a lot of fun," he commented. His thumb rubbed circles against Daniel's pulse. "I like whatever it is we're doing, too. God, you're so aggressive, and it's hot. I don't think anyone's ever pursued me before, but I guess that's kinda hard to do when someone's not out of the closet." His head turned, eying Daniel's profile. "Explains why you thought I was seeing someone else, sorta. I said it before and I'll say it again; I'm not interested in anybody else, I'm interested in you. Never had a complete stranger give such a shit about me before. I... I don't want that to stop."
As Daniel watched him, studying the now familiar lines of Chris's face, he felt his own earnest smile growing ever broader. Something unspooled within him, a tension he had not realized had been there at all. He turned his hand beneath Chris's touch, offering more of himself. Then his hand grabbed Chris's wrist, squeezing tight and pulling him close. He kissed him deeply, his tongue pushing past his lips, drinking in the honey-sweet taste that lingered there.
Chris groaned, giving himself easily up into Daniel's grasp. At first, his surprise had him sweeping back, giving Daniel more space, but then he surged forward, kissing the other man in return. The hand holding Daniel's pulled away to instead cup the other man's face, and Chris tried to lift himself but his brace did not make for easy movements. He whimpered his frustration into the other man's mouth and tried to content himself with more handfuls of Daniel's body; his jaw, throat, shoulder, chest.
Daniel set the mug aside, abandoned in favor of clutching greedily at his partner. His hands pushed through short hair, thumbs fitted to the stubbled line of his jaw. It felt good to abandon himself to this, to not think of who might see them or what they might think. He shifted to better accommodate Chris, sitting up on his knees to lean down over him, his hands still pressed flush to Chris's upturned face. He pulled back, grinning, still so close every word brushed their kiss-swollen lips together. "Wanna go to your place?" He bit his lower lip, tugging gently at it. "We can take some of that beer…"
"God, yes," Chris breathed back, using the expulsion of words to carry himself forward to Daniel's mouth again. Then and there, he could not have cared less if someone stumbled upon them; had it actually happened, he would be singing a different tune, but until then, all he wanted was Daniel and more of the same. They were locked in the building, so now it was time to make good use of the opportunity.
With marked reluctance, Chris drew back, grabbing at the mug while his other hand stayed on Daniel's face. "Think you're gonna have to help me up, papi, you're giving me weak legs," he said, his voice quiet despite his explosive grin.
"Keep calling me that and I'll have the same problem," Daniel laughed. He let Chris have the mug, and rose to his feet, taking Chris's free hand to help him up from the floor. It took some doing, and he copped more than one feel as he did so, but shortly he had Chris swaying on his feet, then pressed closely to his own side. He kissed Chris's temple, basking in the rare glow of public displays of affection. Once they had both found steady footing, Daniel leaned over just enough to refill their mug. Then he raised it in toast to them both, and set off for the blessedly close comfort of Chris's home.
"You like aggressive, huh?" he said, grinning as he nuzzled against Chris's temple. "Just you wait til I get that door locked behind us…"
His face pressed back into Daniel's touch, his mouth grinning ear to ear.
"Oh yeah? Promises, promises," he responded as they wended their way slowly toward his apartment. Chris was silently thanking God that the booze keg (wasn't there always a booze keg?) had landed on his floor instead of elsewhere.
He opened his front door, allowing Daniel to guide him inside rather than the reverse, though he pulled the mug away from Daniel's grip as soon as the door was shut behind them. Chris darted away, as quickly as his brace would allow, to lean his backside against the kitchen table, eyes playfully watching Daniel as he took a long, slow sip.
Putting the mug behind him on the table's surface, he reached forward to grab at belt hooks in Daniel's pants, pulling the other man forward between his legs as he slid back to sit on the table; a hand rose, fingers sliding easily into dark locks to bring Daniel's mouth down on his again.
Daniel's hands moved straight to Chris's hips. Hard fingers splayed along harder hip bones, his thumbs fitted to their lines, dipping beneath his waistband. His tongue thrust roughly past smiling lips; he nipped at the thin smirk that drove him so wonderfully mad, as though he might devour the one to whom it was attached. His hands moved to Chris's back, nails scratching the curve at the base of his spine before plunging further, pushing cloth down to palm his taut ass. Chris writhed from that touch, his mouth whimpering in mock protest.
"Tell me again," Daniel breathed, biting sharply at Chris' lower lip. He nuzzled into Chris's jawline, lips and teeth and tongue exploring hard bone and the prickling plane of his beard. "Tell me you only want me." His teeth found Chris's adam's apple. He traced from its topmost edge down to the hollow of his throat, his tongue following the reddened marks his teeth left behind.
Tilting his head back, Chris' eyelids fluttered; he couldn't have wiped the smile off of his face with iron wool if he tried. "Just you, papi," he said, as commanded. His voice reverberated through his throat, skin humming against Daniel's mouth. His hands trailed down Daniel's back, nails tracing over cloth for want of the skin beneath. "I don't know why you think I'd want anyone but you." His hands reached the bottom of Daniel's shirt, which he pulled up to feel hot flesh beneath. Fingers danced along the edge of Daniel's pantline, but he was too short to reach further; instead, he busied himself making furrows up Daniel's back with his nails.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Daniel moved back up Chris's throat, trailing hungry, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He pressed his lips to Chris's ear. Sucked lightly at the tender lobe. For once, he could find nothing more to say. His shuddering breath against Chris's ear was answer enough. What that kiss did not convey his hands did, clutching at him once more before tracing back around his waist -- a slight tickle just above his hips, then a shallow scratch from short nails -- and falling to the fastenings of his pants. The moment they were undone his hands were on his partner's skin; Chris gasped, but did not move away from the other man's touch. Daniel shoved his shirt upward, long fingers spread wide to cover the flat of his stomach, the narrow lines of his ribs. Daniel found one peaked nipple and gave it a rough pinch, grinning against the soft place just beneath Chris's ear.
A moan met his efforts, Chris' nails on Daniel's back digging deep crescents. "Jesuchristo," he breathed, the nuzzled his face into Daniel's to pull his mouth back to his own, catching the other man's lower lip between his teeth. His hands came out from under Daniel's shirt, palms pressed to both cheeks.
"More," he whispered, then tugged at Daniel's shirt as he pulled his own over his head. Daniel kept close to him as he stripped off his own shirt. Each time their mouths met it felt hard enough to bruise. Still it was not enough, at least for the instigator; his grip was unforgiving when it found Chris again. Nails dug into flesh. Teeth scraped over slick lips. Every breath came ragged and quick, a gust of warmth over already flushed skin.
Daniel pressed forward, his body over Chris's, shoving him down to the table's surface. His hands made quick work of his pants, sliding them down over the brace with a deceptively simple, fluid motion. Then he moved down Chris's body, trailing biting kisses from his throat to his navel. There his tongue traced sensitive skin, dipping inside, before laving a slick path down to the line of his underwear.
An almost offended sound erupted from Chris' mouth, hips thrusting up toward that warm, wet touch. Hands went to his face, the surface behind him, Daniel's head, looking for something to grab on to and finding very little that would give him the traction his mind was groping for. His arousal made a thick line beneath the cloth Daniel was toying with, and Chris felt entirely at Daniel's mercy. It wasn't a bad feeling.
He muttered something in Spanish that even his mind didn't fully register, and then one hand was pressing its palm to Daniel's face, his body sitting half up with the help of an elbow. Chris' expression was one of ecstasy, completely and wholly content to be splayed before the other man, ready for his every whim.
Daniel's gaze turned up to meet his partner's. A wicked grin curved his lips; smug satisfaction was written on his face. He nipped at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it away from Chris's skin only for an instant. Then his mouth moved lower, opening over the swell of his erection. His tongue teased through cloth, flat against the heat of him. His hands fitted to Chris's waist. Slowly he guided his underwear down, his breath ghosting over his cock, his lips just shy of touching him.
But Daniel had had enough of teasing. He took Chris in his mouth as he stripped the last of his clothing from him, pushing them down to pool around his ankles. Still touching Chris, Daniel moved one hand to shuck his own jeans, stepping out of both his jeans and his shoes in a single motion.
Chris shuddered, a hot breath sucked over grimaced teeth between the pinpoint feeling of Daniel's lips on his cock and his jeans tangled around his legs in a way that his brace didn't really allow for. But he ignored it, situating one hip on the table while the rest of his groin wanted to jump up off the surface and into the other man's mouth. Fingers in Daniel's hair tightened, pulling himself deeper into the wet warmth being offered.
Daniel allowed him one smooth stroke. He drew it out, his tongue laving over his flesh, tasting every stiffening inch of him. With the tip of his tongue he circled the head of him, mapping out his body's perfect topography. He smiled as he lifted his head, seeking out Chris's downturned gaze. He kissed his hip, then bit at the plane of his belly. Gripping Chris's waist, he pulled him downward until he hung at the edge of the table, held up solely by Daniel's hands and the press of his hips. Chris' leg ached with the movement and the position, but it was a delicious limbo that Chris had no desire to be removed from. His mouth hung open, heavy with want, unsure of what to say; he pushed himself up on both elbows, eyes tracking up from Daniel's bare torso to his face, enjoying every inch.
"Just you, papi," he finally said, trying to come off teasingly playful and breaking halfway there with naked demand. "God, I want it, I want you, Daniel; fuck me, please."
At last Daniel's silence broke. He groaned, nails digging into skin. Another time, perhaps, he might have been more careful; under other circumstances, he might have paused and collected himself. But the heady combination of alcohol and the words he so badly wanted to hear spurred him quickly on. He spat into his hand, slicking himself as he leaned down to his partner. Chris welcomed him with both arms, laying down on the table as he grabbed and held on to what was now his.
Daniel covered Chris's mouth with his own, parting his lips with a rough press of his tongue; Chris met him with equal fervor, pressing back hard enough to bruise. Daniel guided himself to Chris's tight entrance, teasing him with small touches full of promise. Then his teeth sank into Chris's lower lip, and he thrust into him, slow, deep, and unyielding. Chris groaned into Daniel's mouth, the sensation of being filled making his head spin. He moved at least one leg around Daniel's hips, his brace making the other hang nearly limp off the edge of the table. His mind moved away from it and to other things; the hot press of Daniel's body on top of him, the rich taste of his mouth, his hands, his hard cock. Nails bit into the other man's shoulders, scoring down Daniel's back until he could reach his ass.
Each sharp crescent that bit into Daniel's skin drew a small sound from him, muffled as he kissed his partner with a need that only seemed to grow stronger with every thrust. He moved lower over Chris's body, so close he could feel every small shift of the shape beneath him. One hand moved to Chris's thigh, lifting his raised leg close against him; the other arm circled his shoulders, drawing him up against his chest, holding him close as he pumped into him. His hips rolled as he withdrew, and again as he drove into him once more, harder than before.
"God damn," he breathed, his mouth against his lover's. Chris might've said something smart in reply, were his own mouth not busy emitting a range of sounds that spoke to just how much he enjoyed what Daniel was doing. He struggled to move back against Daniel, but his position and his leg worked against him; so he enjoyed all the more the tight embrace with which Daniel used to snatch him up tight, holding him. For someone so afraid to show emotion, he now felt overly needy, the liquor he'd had too much of clouding his thoughts. He clung to Daniel tighter, as if afraid the other man might let go.
Daniel had no such intentions. His hand slid upward over sweat-slick skin, trailing from the back of Chris's thigh, to his hips, to his heaving ribs. Then it slid beneath him, splaying across his shoulder blade. Strong arms drew closer still around him, returning his hungry touch in kind. Their bodies moved together, fitted so close that even in withdrawing, Daniel scarcely seemed to leave him at all. Low against his belly, he felt Chris's arousal pressed between them, stroked by his own flesh each time they moved.
With Chris wrapped tight in his arms, Daniel found his a steady rhythm; the table thumped beneath them in time with every snap of his hips. Again Daniel kissed him, rough and demanding, his tongue thrusting over Chris's as though to claim every part of him.
Now it was Chris' turn to scream; the sound echoed through Daniel's mouth, his grip on the other man tightening further if at all possible. Streaks of red flowed from Daniel's shoulders, caused by Chris' grip; the one leg wrapped around Daniel's waist pressed a heel into his backside, seeking purchase where there was none to be found. Each touch was more than enough to drive him closer and closer to that ecstatic edge, so close to coming he could feel it welling over his tongue like a mouthful of blood. He shuddered, over and over, as Daniel bucked into him, and all he wanted in that moment was for it to last unendingly.
After one last slide of his tongue over Chris's, Daniel broke off their kiss. His mouth remained a breath above the other man's, so close he could feel each cry as it fell from Chris's lips. Their eyes met, and Daniel held his gaze, committing to memory that perfect expression of lust and want and need. He drove into him again and again, his own orgasm winding tightly within him, a stroke away from coming completely apart. His eyes were still on his lover's when he came, burying himself deep within him, his grip so tight he left bruises beneath each fingertip.
That warmth was enough to push Chris over as well; he came, cum hot and sticky between their forms as his muscles rioted in tandem. He groaned along with the feeling, eyes heavy lidded and linked with Daniel's, impressing that man's face with the feeling wending through his gut. Fingers tightened their hold, and as the feeling ebbed, that grip softened, the sharp feeling of the table's edge digging into his back, his leg at an awkward angle to remind him of what was wrong with him.
"Shit." He was still breathing hard, but despite the warring discomforts, he grinned. "Still better because I made you wait." Chris wriggled slightly, straightening against the table.
Daniel laughed, incredulous. "Always gotta get the last word..." He nuzzled beneath the sharp line of Chris's jaw. "But yeah. You're probably right. Jerk." Grinning, he bit at Chris's throat; Chris laughed, pulling playfully away from the touch. Daniel's hands slid from Chris' shoulders to his hips, touching every sweat-damp part of him. There they held him close but loose, his own hips rolling as he withdrew from him.
He stepped out of the pile of discarded clothing, with one foot pushing clothes and shoes beneath the table. Taking Chris's hand, he pulled him to his feet, sidling close to bear his weight, should such help be required. "Feel like a shower?"
Chris leaned into him without issue, too drunk and happy to care otherwise. His hands went easily and eagerly to Daniel's side and ass, groping handfuls of the man's skin and flesh. "Sure. Then bed. And cuddling." He nuzzled into the side of Daniel's face; then he pulled back reaching down enough to undo his brace by its topmost lock. "God this thing is a fucking buzz kill," he muttered.
"Gimme a few minutes to recover," Daniel said, "and I'll make you forget all about it." His arm stayed around Chris, holding him up as he unfastened his brace. "And I'm always up for a cuddle. Might put that beer in the fridge to get cold while we clean off…"
The last few locks came undone and Chris left the brace where it fell. His grip around Daniel tightened as he shifted all of his weight to his left leg; he moved back up toward Daniel.
"Whatever you want, papi, as long as you don't stop." He grinned, his other hand reaching up to pull Daniel's mouth down to his again.