October Snippets - The AU (CW RPS 6/?)
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josselinBelieve it or not, when I started writing snippets of this AU, I wrote out the porny parts and left the plotty in between connecty parts for later. So we're skipping ahead a bit again, to check in on Chris and Julian playing a prank on the girls' school down the road.
Earlier parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
They were mostly safe when the made it past the gate, the iron bars clanking shut behind them and the door security light beeping and blinking red again, but they kept running to Norton's back entrance and into their room, anyway, and only stopped when the wooden door slammed behind them as well, and Chris leaned back against it, panting. Julian was laughing a bit, throatily, bending over and resting his hands on his thighs while he caught his breath. He slapped his thigh, finally, and stood up completely, and shrugged his blazer off and dropped it on the bed. Chris's knees felt weak, and his throat was raw from shouting and running in the winter chill, and he suspected that if he tried to stand up without leaning on the door he'd end up on the floor. Julian was already over at the mirror, wiping sweat delicately off his face and checking his hair—he was such a goddamn girl.
Speaking of, “Girls are evil,” Chris said, and he meant it, after that chase.
“No shit,” Julian agreed heartily, and he was turning his face back and forth in the mirror, eyes flicking over his own features carefully.
“Did they scratch your pretty face?” Chris smirked, and Julian turned to glare at him. They hadn't—Julian was flushed red with exertion but unmarred. The glare faded suddenly, though, and Julian was grinning, and Chris could see his own smirk reflected in Julian's eyes.
“They didn't,” Julian said, “But it'd have been worth it, anyway,” he conceded contentedly. “Bitches.”
Chris felt strong enough to push off the door, finally, and he walked across the room to collapse on Julian's bed. Julian watched him absently, but when Chris landed on his blazer he was suddenly up across the room and pushing Chris to roll over and free his jacket so he could actually hang it up in his closet with a hanger. Chris rolled his eyes at Julian's back. If his own blazer made it onto the back of his desk chair or the hook on the back of the door instead of the floor, it was an accomplishment.
“You owe me,” Chris said as Julian was rummaging around doing god knows what in his closet. Julian paid his debts willingly enough, but it was important to collect early, because he sometimes got amnesia about exactly how things had happened later.
“Yeah, yeah,” Julian agreed dismissively, and then his head popped out of the closet and he said, “Did you *see* her face?” He shook his head a bit. “Shit,” he drawled appreciatively, gloating, and Chris nodded, but he was really focused on a different face right now, because gloating was a good look on Juli, and his hair was still a little bit mussed from the wind, his cheeks and lips still red from the cold.
“C'mere,” Chris said, crooking a finger, and it came out throatier than he intended.
Julian raised his eyebrows. “Why?” he said, still in the closet and being coy.
Chris just crooked his finger again, letting his eyes half shut, and he watched Julian walk across the room as though it were a fucking catwalk. He'd lost his shoes, socks, tie, and belt in the closet, and his shirt was half unbuttoned.
“You wanna collect now?” Julian said, wetting his lips a little with his tongue.
Chris just nodded, fisted a hand in Julian's shirt, and muffled Julian's ensuing complaints about the wrinkles by pulling him into a kiss.
Julian kissed him obligingly enough, parting his lips when Chris darted at them with his tongue, but he used his hands to remove Chris's grip in his shirt at the same time. Chris let him, and ran a hand through Julian's hair, instead, and when Julian pulled back, a little bit breathless, he finally looked perfect: debauched and anticipatory. Julian loosened Chris's tie and was unbuttoning his shirt with a speed that was practically professional, and then he licked his forefinger, and trailed it suggestively down Chris's chest toward his groin. Julian followed his finger with his lips, pushing Chris's shirt off his shoulders without a care for whether or not it wrinkled. Chris let Julian unbuckle his belt and jerk his pants down to mid thigh, but when Julian was breathing hotly on Chris's stomach and about to pull his briefs down, too, Chris stopped him, caught a hand in his hair and pulled him back up.
“Nuh uh,” Chris said. “I want to fuck you.” Julian's forehead creased slightly, and then it smoothed out, and he licked his lips teasingly in an obvious attempt at distraction. Julian was a minx, but he was a prissy little bitch about what went up his ass. He owed Chris, now, big time, and Chris was going to collect.
To be continued...
Earlier parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
They were mostly safe when the made it past the gate, the iron bars clanking shut behind them and the door security light beeping and blinking red again, but they kept running to Norton's back entrance and into their room, anyway, and only stopped when the wooden door slammed behind them as well, and Chris leaned back against it, panting. Julian was laughing a bit, throatily, bending over and resting his hands on his thighs while he caught his breath. He slapped his thigh, finally, and stood up completely, and shrugged his blazer off and dropped it on the bed. Chris's knees felt weak, and his throat was raw from shouting and running in the winter chill, and he suspected that if he tried to stand up without leaning on the door he'd end up on the floor. Julian was already over at the mirror, wiping sweat delicately off his face and checking his hair—he was such a goddamn girl.
Speaking of, “Girls are evil,” Chris said, and he meant it, after that chase.
“No shit,” Julian agreed heartily, and he was turning his face back and forth in the mirror, eyes flicking over his own features carefully.
“Did they scratch your pretty face?” Chris smirked, and Julian turned to glare at him. They hadn't—Julian was flushed red with exertion but unmarred. The glare faded suddenly, though, and Julian was grinning, and Chris could see his own smirk reflected in Julian's eyes.
“They didn't,” Julian said, “But it'd have been worth it, anyway,” he conceded contentedly. “Bitches.”
Chris felt strong enough to push off the door, finally, and he walked across the room to collapse on Julian's bed. Julian watched him absently, but when Chris landed on his blazer he was suddenly up across the room and pushing Chris to roll over and free his jacket so he could actually hang it up in his closet with a hanger. Chris rolled his eyes at Julian's back. If his own blazer made it onto the back of his desk chair or the hook on the back of the door instead of the floor, it was an accomplishment.
“You owe me,” Chris said as Julian was rummaging around doing god knows what in his closet. Julian paid his debts willingly enough, but it was important to collect early, because he sometimes got amnesia about exactly how things had happened later.
“Yeah, yeah,” Julian agreed dismissively, and then his head popped out of the closet and he said, “Did you *see* her face?” He shook his head a bit. “Shit,” he drawled appreciatively, gloating, and Chris nodded, but he was really focused on a different face right now, because gloating was a good look on Juli, and his hair was still a little bit mussed from the wind, his cheeks and lips still red from the cold.
“C'mere,” Chris said, crooking a finger, and it came out throatier than he intended.
Julian raised his eyebrows. “Why?” he said, still in the closet and being coy.
Chris just crooked his finger again, letting his eyes half shut, and he watched Julian walk across the room as though it were a fucking catwalk. He'd lost his shoes, socks, tie, and belt in the closet, and his shirt was half unbuttoned.
“You wanna collect now?” Julian said, wetting his lips a little with his tongue.
Chris just nodded, fisted a hand in Julian's shirt, and muffled Julian's ensuing complaints about the wrinkles by pulling him into a kiss.
Julian kissed him obligingly enough, parting his lips when Chris darted at them with his tongue, but he used his hands to remove Chris's grip in his shirt at the same time. Chris let him, and ran a hand through Julian's hair, instead, and when Julian pulled back, a little bit breathless, he finally looked perfect: debauched and anticipatory. Julian loosened Chris's tie and was unbuttoning his shirt with a speed that was practically professional, and then he licked his forefinger, and trailed it suggestively down Chris's chest toward his groin. Julian followed his finger with his lips, pushing Chris's shirt off his shoulders without a care for whether or not it wrinkled. Chris let Julian unbuckle his belt and jerk his pants down to mid thigh, but when Julian was breathing hotly on Chris's stomach and about to pull his briefs down, too, Chris stopped him, caught a hand in his hair and pulled him back up.
“Nuh uh,” Chris said. “I want to fuck you.” Julian's forehead creased slightly, and then it smoothed out, and he licked his lips teasingly in an obvious attempt at distraction. Julian was a minx, but he was a prissy little bitch about what went up his ass. He owed Chris, now, big time, and Chris was going to collect.
To be continued...
