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Looking down at Adrian felt like the room had been flipped on its head. It had been different earlier. When he had been seated on Chris’ hips, the spread of his thighs had made Chris’ throat close up as he’d spidered his fingers along the top layer of muscle and fat, pushing the tips down just a fraction. Watching the skin turn pale and then pink. He had thought about how attractive Adrian had looked in that moment but kept it to himself, unwilling to divulge anything so early. He’d always counted the times they had spent together in the company of a third person as sex. He wasn’t so shallow that he only stapled the title of 'sex' to a singular experience. He’d fucked college chicks before when he was younger; he’d almost had it beaten into him that sex could be anything you wanted it to be and sex, for a while, had been him and Adrian picking up women and trying to not make too much eye contact as they touched each other.
But this, Adrian below him with a look of sheer awe slapped across his face, was different, even so. In every single way. Adrian had his arms raised slightly, cushioned next to his ears as his fingers flexed over and over, as though he were trying to calm himself. Despite his claim to attempt the effort, a few more tears had tracked down his cheeks between Chris licking up the first and then, and they left stark, vertical lines of shine down his face. Almost grey against his skin, where he had been turning pinker and pinker since Chris had begun to inspect him with a sort of cool authority that clearly annoyed and aroused Adrian. It was exciting to think about the future of this thing and how they could turn it semi-violent, wrestling over who got to top. Chris’ dick lurched inside of Adrian when he thought about the smooth, cold metal of Vij’s favourite gun pressing to the soft inner parts of his mouth. They could be so good together. Like nothing he’d ever had.
“Chris,” Adrian said, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s getting a little—uh—dry.”
“Sorry. Sorry.” Pulling out was at least a respite from the look of infatuation that Adrian was shooting him and Chris took the chance to shove his hands under Adrian’s lower back and pull him up onto his lap as he knelt. It wasn’t much of a shock to find that Adrian was shooting him a look that was halfway between horror and delirium. If anybody on the planet could pin down the way that Adrian’s brain processed sex and sexuality, Chris would slap them with a huge medal and maybe suck their cock and/or pussy for the useful information towards the study of the man. “You know what I’m about to do; don’t look so freaked out. How many times have I seen you go down on someone?”
“I—”
“I guess we never picked up men together, but it was on the table. I just never verbally let that on. Men can be real fucking pigs, Vij.” Chris could hear himself rambling and feel the way that Adrian had begun to shake beneath him, trembling in his grasp as he pushed his hands to the backs of his knees and held himself up. “Holy shit, now that’s doing it for me. Stop shaking, though. You’re making me nervous.”
“I can’t.” Adrian’s head fell back with a grunt, his eyebrows darting together, crumpling his face. “I’ve thought about this part a lot. Like, a lot a lot.” Lines of blue rose to the surface as he flexed his arms and Chris wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the hard planes of the muscles. He loved women. He loved men. He would go to war for hardened, thick men with corded muscles. He’d spent most of the Corto Maltese mission with a half-chub because of being in the general vicinity of Robert and Rick; it had been a smorgasbord of the type of guys that Chris would potentially consider dropping his aversion to the thought of a long-term relationship with men over. Which didn’t help as Adrian, still with his head flung back against the pillows, said, “This is perfect. Perfect, Chris.”
When his thumb pushed Adrian’s cheek to the side, he was still wet from the previous bout of lube and then cum, but not enough that he wouldn’t feel the drag. He wasn’t much of a spitter during sex, too wary of the fact that it had a chance of dribbling awkwardly from your mouth, but watching Adrian’s whole body jump as he spat on his hole turned the tables a little bit. But that wasn’t quite the ticket. So he dug in. Holding Adrian’s hips as he tried to fly away from the sensation of Chris’ tongue up against him, not relenting until his chin was soaking wet, as was the bedding below them. Then still didn’t stop entirely until he’d forced Adrian to pass him the grotty tube of lube and licked around three of his fingers as he stretched him out again, listening to the wheeze of Adrian’s chest as he grunted and thumped his head back against the pillows, sending a spray of dust particles up into the air that momentarily embarrassed Chris. Next time they had sex, he’d make sure the bedding was completely clean.
He looked down at his fingers inside of Adrian. Next time. They’d have to sort out a schedule.
“Try not to tense up. Just relax all the muscles from your stomach down. That’s it,” Chris soothed, spreading apart his fingers just to watch the tendons in Adrian’s neck bulge. “Come on, you know how to do this.”
“What?” Adrian looked up, dazed. “No, I don’t. Well, aside from when we did it about an hour ago. I’m still learning, P! It takes me a while to get proficient in something. I failed my driving test like—” he paused to count on his fingers. “Four times!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Chris wiped at his wet chin, slightly disappointed that he’d started fingering Adrian so quickly, as, in hindsight, he wanted to spend at least another half hour eating him out. “You’ve banged loads of other people.”
"Yeah." Adrian nodded. “With you.”
“Vij,” Chris said. “Do not fucking tell me that this entire time you’ve not been sleeping with other people. You literally said earlier that you had.”
“Oh, well, I was lying. To make you jealous. Did it work?”
“Sort of!” Chris cried as his fingers slipped out. “Have you ever fucked anyone but when we pick up chicks?”
“Come on, P. Don’t be stupid.” One of Adrian’s legs slid down, the other staying up, bent, as he steepled his fingers onto his stomach and looked thoughtful. “I had sex when I was legally allowed to at the age of sixteen.”
“And—?”
“Huh? I had sex then.” One of Adrian’s hands found Chris’ wrist and he pulled him on top of him, shoving Adrian’s erection and Chris’ slightly waning one against each other, which made Adrian hum softly and do his best attempt at kissing Chris’ jaw. “Then it’s been lots of really cool sex with you. And whoever else is there, but usually I’m not too bothered about them. Hey, I’m probably wet enough that you can stick it back in now. I’m pretty stoked to do missionary with you, P. I’ve heard it’s the best position for insemination.” When Chris looked blankly at him, Adrian added, “I’m not ruling out the possibility that I can get pregnant; I’ve just never known because I’ve never had someone come inside of me.”
“Adrian.” A clean thumb stroked long the top of his cheekbone and Adrian stopped babbling. “You’re a fucking idiot.” The sentence was meant to sound like Chris chastising him. Telling him off for not mentioning the fact that, although he wasn’t a virgin, he’d never let someone fuck him before and maybe Chris would have gone a little bit easier on the last round if he’d known. It was meant to sound like that, but instead, it mostly just sounded like a huge rush of breath that was accompanied by Chris smiling at him softly. Just the corners of his mouth turned up. “Don’t hide shit from me like that. That’s not fair.”
“Like you hid the fact you wanted to run away to the better dimension?” Adrian’s sincerity would get them both killed one day. Chris was sure of it.
“It wasn’t better,” Chris said. “I like it way better here, dude.”
Mirroring was one of the ways that Adrian learnt; Chris had known that for a while, so when his hand rose to stroke his thumb across Chris’ cheek, he let it happen. He let Adrian look up at him with all the adoration he had stored in his fucked-up little head and he rewarded that strange behaviour with a kiss to his mouth. They hadn’t kissed like that before, not properly. Chris had brushed his mouth across Adrian’s as he had jolted in his lap, unpractised movements as he had tried his very best to ride him like he’d seen women do. His strength not making up for his lack of experience. But Chris kissed him this time, pressing down so hard that Adrian almost got lost in the pillow, his nails digging into Chris’ shoulder blades as he smeared the tip of his cock up against Adrian’s hole and asked, “Would you be happy if we pretended this was the first time we’d fucked?”
“Yes. Yeah.” Adrian nodded so hard that his eyes looked dizzied when he reopened them. “If we’re roleplaying, can I be you and you be me?”
“No, Adrian.”
“Okay. Sorry.” His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth and his eyebrows turned inwards as Chris sank a few inches into him, his body far more pliant than when he’d thrust himself onto Chris’ lap and lowered himself onto his erection with a look of determination and lingering uncomfortableness. “By the way, I know I’m not your best friend. That’s Ads. But I’m feeling pretty good about this whole having sex with you thing. And you’re my best friend, so it makes up for it. Ads doesn’t get to have sex with you. Or, at least, I assume she doesn’t. I don’t think you’re her type because you’re—”
“Let’s stop talking now, okay?” He should have put on a record or turned the television onto something, just to fill the silence once he finally got Vij to stop rambling, because once he had mimicked zipping his lips up and throwing away the key, the sound of Adrian’s breathing as Chris’ cock pushed into him was the only thing he could focus on. It even drew him away from the feeling of his body clamped down around him again, his mind solely focused on how air moved in and out of Adrian as he mashed his lips together and opened his legs further. Somewhere, in the background, Chris could hear his phone vibrating with text messages and the ridiculous glee he found in the thought of being able to tell Ads about all of this was sickening. He felt giddy. Completely absorbed in the exodus of his better judgement at fucking someone who was completely and utterly unwell in their obsession with him, but at least that meant that Adrian would stay. God. It really was perfect and he’d been an idiot to ignore the lure of Adrian’s fixation. He could have been fucking him for a couple of years. Maybe more.
“Is it okay?” Adrian lifted himself up onto his elbows, his hair mashed onto his forehead in whorls that stuck to the sweat. “You’re quiet.”
“I’m thinking.” The bend of Adrian’s back was explicit. He was able to be folded in half with barely any sort of resistance. Chris had to swallow a mouthful of saliva and count backwards from ten before he could start speaking again. It sent him hurtling right towards the finish line. “Fuck. You feel really good, man. Tight. Wet. Just give me a second, okay? I’m doing this right.”
“Okay,” Adrian murmured. The back of his fingers drifting down Chris’ shoulders and he pulled him closer in, his thighs locking around him as the room shifted from its usual size to a minuscule box around the two of them. Much like how time had felt like it’d stopped when Chris had smiled, almost bashfully, down at Em and asked if it was alright to push inside of her. In return, he had gotten a roll of her eyes and a secretive smile right back. “Would you go hard this time? You can hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I do.” Without his glasses, Adrian’s eyes looked black. “I want you to, Chris.”
Chris’ forehead found the swell of Adrian’s shoulder and rested there for a moment; the sound of his blood rushed in his ears and he wondered if anywhere else in the vast multitudes of dimensions that existed, there was another Chris who was being equally tortured by a man almost a decade younger than him who frequently murdered people and could barely hold a conversation. Adrian felt like a disease, one that was inherent to the DNA of one Christopher Smith. It would get all of them sooner or later.
Those almost black eyes of Adrian’s rolled in their sockets once Chris had pulled himself out of his reverie, his hand fixing onto Adrian’s throat for half a second before he decided that was too much. Adrian could beg as much as he liked for Chris to hurt him but he wouldn’t be fulfilling that want today; instead, he shuffled them around so that they both were comfortable, then gave Adrian the cherry pop special. The type of sex he’d had with people when he knew they were new to it all, barely able to keep their heads at the sight of him above them. Or below them. Letting somebody fuck you for their first time held a special place in his heart. He couldn’t quite hold down the excitement he felt at the idea of Adrian humping him like an animal, lost in the heat of Chris’ body. He might be rabid. That would be interesting.
“I’m just—fuck, okay—I’m just going to take it slow this time. Nothing crazy,” Chris panted, sliding his hips back and forth, trying to pick up a rhythm that had Adrian whimpering like he had been previously. It didn’t matter how big you were or how tough, anyone could be brought down to their base instincts to whine and writhe if they were being fucked well enough. Hell, Chris had started begging when he’d had Robert in front of him in Belle Reve, grasping at his ass and pleading for him to finish on his face.
“You’re a good friend, P.” Adrian didn’t smile, his mouth locked into something that suggested his insides were about to explode out of him. Like the weight of a handful of atmospheres was pressing down on him as Chris started to fuck him.
“No,” Chris said. “I’m not.”
For whatever reason, lucidity suddenly hit Adrian like a truck and he laughed, his lips pulling back to show off his straight teeth, and he muttered, “No. You’re really not.”
“Fuckface,” Chris said, grinning.
“Keep going,” Adrian urged, his hands roaming about Chris’ back. “Please.”
The best thing about Adrian was that he took as good as he gave. Not just when it came to punches, ones that should have barrelled over a lesser person, but when Chris couldn’t stop himself from grasping a hand onto the headboard and fucking him with the sort of power he generally held back from most of the population. It was still measured, of course. He wouldn’t ruin this make-believe experience, the one that he whispered thoughts of into Adrian’s ear as he fucked him, that this was their first time together. That he was going to teach him exactly how he liked it. What he wanted from Adrian and would happily take without a second thought. But, in the ripples of Adrian’s flesh as he thrust into him, he knew he could handle it all. As long as the sentiment was there, his other hand shoved right up against Adrian’s ear as he pushed his cock so deep into him that he could see stars dancing around the edges of Adrian’s vision, he wasn’t afraid to take. And take. And take.
“Chris. Chris,” Adrian panted, his eyes flying open just as Chris had hiked up one of his legs and started fucking him so fast that it was making his eyes blur. “I’m going to come.”
“What?” Chris couldn’t help the laugh. “Already?”
“Yes, already!”
Chris glanced down. Nobody was touching Adrian’s dick. He brought this up. "Babe." Maybe that was a bit much, but he’d already said it before he realised how embarrassing it was. “No one's touching your dick.”
Adrian’s hands flew up to his face, covering his eyes. “Don’t fucking call me that! That’s not helping.” Vaguely, if Chris bent Adrian in a certain way, he could almost imagine that he could see the outline of his dick moving beneath the skin, like a freaky alien film. But that might have just been his imagination. “I just was thinking about how really, super fucking cool you are and all of our adventures and fights together. Plus, your dick is doing something crazy to my insides. Like when you do that thing where I’ve seen you curl your fingers up into a girl and she almost bolts off the bed. What’s it called? A love button.”
“Okay,” Chris said, almost losing sight of the real goal here. “Let’s not call it that. That’s disgusting.” With another adjustment, Adrian was even further bent, his calves propped onto Chris’ shoulders and, while he would have liked to have that dumb, sappy sex when you’re basically moulded into one person by flattening your body to them, he could get behind this vehemently. Especially when Adrian started panting and craning his head back so far that Chris was disappointed he was too far away to suck on the rise of his Adam’s apple. “Is that good?”
“Uhuh.” Adrian looked semi-pained and his insides felt like a tight grip. “Keep going.”
“Do you think you could come from just this?”
“Jesus, P. What’s with the twenty questions?” An air of desperation had spread across Adrian, making him grasp onto either side of Chris’ chest and try to physically start moving him. “Yes. I guess. I don’t know. Can we not just find out?”
“Fuck yeah, we can.”
As it turned out, he could. With his back bowed and enough noise that Chris worried that Eagly might descend from the heavens, a bird-shaped hole in the roof, to come and rescue Adrian from whatever danger he was in that was making him groan so loud that Chris would be thinking about the sound for the next month. The reverberation of it against his skin as he lowered himself down, crushing Adrian with his weight incrementally, folding him into a shape that might have seriously injured anyone else. Then he’d turned his head, his lips bumping into the side of Adrian’s face as Chris inhaled the smell of his sweat and low-burning mania over the events of the day, then said, “Come on, baby.”
It probably didn’t help that he continued to pound Adrian through it, turning his brain to slop inside of his skull as he forced himself down on him and watched as, given how bent his body was, pearly strips of cum splattered onto his chest and chin. Leaving dotted smears that Chris had half a mind to suck up from his skin, but the shock of watching Adrian come from just his cock had also turned his brain into something that more closely resembled a liquid than anything else. He could hear it slosh as he scrambled about, straightening out Adrian’s body so that he could kiss his face. Kiss his mouth, his nose, and his cheeks. Anywhere that he could press his lips to, he did. Not allowing Adrian to catch his breath for a second as he fucked him hard enough that it started all over again, the tears skidding down Adrian’s cheeks as Chris grunted and held him still. Finding his end as he butted their foreheads together, smelling the salt from his tears as he kissed his mouth a final time and groaned, “Fuck. Adrian.”
When he rolled off, dazed and high, he barely registered that Adrian was still crying. Panicked breaths shaking him as he did the most Adrian thing he could do and raised his hips with the help of his hands, trying to elevate himself as he shuddered through a brief moment of alarm. There was a voice inside of Chris’ head that told him to leave him. To move away and go and clean himself up, let Adrian sort himself out. But it was quickly waved away as he clenched his jaw and crowded Adrian the best that he could in the ridiculous position he’d put himself into, breathing into his space as he murmured, “Vij, talk to me.”
“I’m okay. I think.” Adrian’s throat clicked as he gasped at Chris kissing underneath his jaw. “I’m not crying because it was bad. I swear.” One of his hands left the underside of his ass, shuffling so that he could worm it beneath Chris and pull him closer in, enjoying the heat of their bodies combined. “It just felt nice. To be close to you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for us.”
Chris felt like smiling. So he did, mashing it into Adrian’s skin, where he smelled hot and sweaty. “You’re the weirdest motherfucker I’ve ever met. Hands down. Weirder than Guy Gardner. You’ve just got a cuter haircut.”
“You think I’m cute?”
“Don’t push it.” Once again, he had attempted for it to come out like a jab between friends, but when it was tied with his nose pushed into the side of Adrian’s jaw, it didn’t particularly sound that way. “Do you want to hang out here for a while? Recuperate a little.” He let himself grin. “Still hoping for that baby, huh?”
“You don’t know, Chris. It could happen.” Despite his best efforts and slightly inhuman abilities, Adrian’s hips had started to fall, dribbles of cum streaking down his ass crack before he gave up entirely and let himself flop back onto the bed. “It’s okay. I’ll just try again next time. I’m not even sure if I’m ovulating right now.”
“You don’t ovulate.”
Adrian scoffed. “Uh, like you’d know.”
“So, what? We’d have a weird butt baby and then what would happen?” Chris scooped Adrian up into his arms, settling him against him, his thoughts turning mostly to the idea of ordering food and watching at least two films in a row on the couch with him. “Would we co-parent it?”
“I wouldn’t want you to be a distant father, so that would probably be the best for them. I could move all of my things into your house—”
“That’s not fucking happening, Vij.”
“Fine.” Chris had never noticed that he had freckles in his irises. Splotches of amber in the blue. Patches of darkness. “I just thought that might be the most efficient way to raise a child, but fuck me, I guess.” He ended the sentence by reaching over, grabbing Chris’ phone from the bedside table and shoving it his way. “Here. It was distracting me when it was vibrating earlier. You should really let our friends know to not text you when we’re having sex so that doesn't happen in the future. It’s nice to give people a heads up.”
Chris’ thumb flipped across the screen as Adrian tucked himself further into his arm, reaching down to fumble his fingers around his hole before grimacing and muttering something under his breath about how it was gross but necessary. All of the texts, bar one from Economos about a new television show he thought Chris might like, were from Ads. Half were links to Instagram Reels again, but a few were her asking him how he was. If he had eaten. When he would next be free to hang out.
For some reason, it didn’t register how insane it was to take a photo of the two of them, smushed together, with his front camera and then send it to Ads with a thumbs up emoji and the caption, “Took your advice.” To which she responded with a barrage of police car emojis and sirens and a text back that read, “WHAT IS THAT ON HIS CHIN?????”
“It’s clearly cum,” Adrian said.
“I think she can see that, Vij.”
“Why is she asking then?”
“Okay,” Chris said, pushing the phone into the bed as he turned his attention to sucking spots of blood to the surface of Adrian’s neck, something that he would enjoy finding out how he explained it to his mother later. “No more talking.”
“Easy,” Adrian proclaimed proudly. “That’s so easy.”
Which was the biggest lie of the century, but Chris wasn’t too bothered.