PUB GOLF - ArthurTV/ChrisMD
Warnings: SMUT, anal, intoxication.
a/n: this was something I posted a while ago on my AO3, not my best work but you should check out some of my other stuff!
The group is on their final hole in the trip and Arthur is absolutely fucked, the boys have forced him to take an insane number of shots and as a lightweight, his social awareness is plummeting lower than usual - and that’s saying something.
“Arthurrr?” Chris slurs, putting his head on Arthur’s shoulder and leaning his whole weight against him. Arthur is extremely zoned out and can’t process what is going on, he stares into the distance, a dead pan expression, unable to comprehend that the man he has totally not been thinking about for the past week, is currently addressing him.
“Arthur mate!” George claps his hands in front of his face to snap him back to reality. “Gawww fuck whatt.” Arthur replies in an unenthusiastic tone, his eyes suddenly widen from the sharp noise.
Chris groans at the sight of the last pints that the crew are delivering to them, and he lets his body rag-doll across Arthur, unable to keep himself straight up anymore. Arthur looks down at the small man splayed across his lap, tilting his head with a confused expression, “hello Chris.." To Arthur’s surprise everyone begins laughing at him, “fucking hell Arthur, try to act human for once.” George jokes, still chuckling at the robotic expression on his face.
As the night continues, Arthur and Chris have accepted the loss and they sit in the back corner unable to speak much. As Chris lies on Arthur he starts to feel this sense of familiarity and relief, he feels safe and happy when he is with Arthur. He smiles to himself before realising how stupid he sounds, Arthur is his friend and this is toying with territory past being best mates. He shakes off the feelings towards Arthur and plucks up the most sober act he can muster, attempting to film a semi-coherent outro.
Arthur fidgets with his sleeve as Chris finishes the video, all he wants is to be home in his nice warm bed, safe from the embarrassing memories that he would be anxious about for days. “C- Can we go now- pleasssee.” Arthur asks to nobody in particular. Chris turns to him, “yeah, you can head if you want.” His gut coiling, he doesn't want Arthur to go for some reason.
“How?” Arthur looks bewildered
“What do you mean how?” George scoffs from the other side of the table.
Arthur shoots him an overly dramatic glare, “I mean how do I get home? I came here with you and we are like hours away from mine.” Arthur emphasises the importance, he can feel himself sobering slightly just from the serious conversation - this didn’t last very long however.
Chris ponders on what to do as the crew packs up and says their goodbyes. “Okay, you can come home with us then.” He comes to a conclusion that took him way longer than needed. Before Arthur can respond, George cuts in, “ah sorry, it will just be you too. My lift has arrived!” He says in a fake royal voice, as his girlfriend Yas is seen driving down the road towards the pub, waving at the huddle of drunken men.
Arthur and Chris say their goodbyes to George and are left standing alone at the pub, looking like lost children, unable to form a coherent sentence between them. “Okay-“ Chris began, “taxi to mine then? It will be empty..” he trails off.
Arthur hesitated at the idea, but fuck, he knew it was the only option. He nodded and tried to play it off, meanwhile his head was analysing so many of the scenarios of him and Chris that he had made up that started exactly like this.
When they get back to Chris’ apartment the two are pretty much collapsing over the threshold from their intoxication. "Night mate" Arthur abruptly says, stepping towards the couch and waving, Chris stares blankly.
"I will just sleep on the couch." Arthur doesn't make eye contact with Chris, his face betraying his running mind.
Chris studies Arthur for a second, "Why? Just come and sleep in mine." He blurts out, "-Wait like only if you want too." Chris feels himself get very uncomfortably warm as Arthur doesn't seem to move at the request.
"Oh.." Arthur feels a rising tension in his stomach, something that has been building throughout the night. His brain tells him no, knowing that he wouldn't be able to be calm if he was next to Chris. However his heart wins the conflict,"If that's okay.."
Chris perks up at this, "Y- yeah ofcourse! Just don't wanna be leaving you on the couch you know..." Chris trails off, his brain running faster than his mouth.
Arthur chuckles awkwardly, "Ofcourse not..", it has never felt this tense between the two, Arthur isn't sure if it's just the alcohol burning through his senses or if he is going through a crisis.
They head through to Chris' room where they exchange some fun memories of the night they just had, as they were reminiscing Arthur was sitting on Chris' bed, watching him get undressed.
Chris was midway through a long ramble that Arthur could not bare anymore, "-it was hilarious when Stephen wa- Arthur?"
Arthur snapped back to reality, realising he had been literally drooling. Unable to hide the fact he was undressing Chris with his eyes. "Fuck sorry, it's nothing." Arthur blurted out, quickly sinking into the bed and hiding half his face under the covers.
Chris chuckled to himself, "It is okay, I don't mind.." he murmurs, his stomach lurching.
Arthur peeks out from under the covers and is met with Chris' gentle expression. Arthur loves how comforting Chris can be, he always made Arthur feel accepted.
He smiles up at Chris, "you- uhm.. you looked very pretty today.." Arthur says assertively.
Chris grins shyly at his best friend who's lying in his bed. "Thank you Arthur. So do you."
They exchange cheeky glances before Chris clambers into bed next to Arthur.
Arthur feels the heat of Chris beside him, a warmth that he loves and desires late at night when he struggles to sleep. He can't help but turn over to face him, inches apart from their lips touching.
They both stare into each other's eyes for a moment, waiting for someone to make a move. Or was it all just their imagination.
"Cmere" Arthur finally makes a move and opens his arms to beckon Chris in.
Chris smiles and shuffles over towards Arthur, letting his head rest on Arthur's bare chest and letting a leg fall over Arthur's.
They lay in each other's company like they would do usually, but this time it felt much more.. real. The comfort of each other calming them down, the drink settling in their stomachs.
Arthur's hand trailed to Chris' lower back and pulled him closer, earning a huff of from the smaller man.
Smiling into Chris' hair, Arthur's finger traced delicate circles across Chris' exposed skin. His heartbeat racing as his best friend and secret crush was pressed up against him, shirtless and all his.
Chris subtly rolled his hips against Arthur's leg, unable to contain himself. The lack of clothing not hiding the growing tent in his boxers.
Arthur caught on to what he was doing, "You are so cheeky" he teased.
"Fuck you" Chris mumbled with a smirk falling across his face.
"Well wouldn't you like that" Arthur blurts out, trying to act nonchalant but his body tenses as he awaits a response to his bold statement.
Chris freezes, unable to respond. His brain stutters and can't comprehend the truth in that sentence.
Arthur's brain fills with dread at possibly ruining his and Chris' friendship. He runs possible scenarios that he could play it off but Chris interrupts his overthinking. "I- .. you would be correct."
The men lay there both overthinking the situation, burning red with the anxiety they feel.
Arthur feels completely sober now, it's like his body knows he cannot fuck this up. "Up." He commands Chris. "Now. My lap."
Chris' heart skips a beat and without hesitation he swings his leg fully over Arthur and comes up to straddle him.
The air feels tight and constricting around Arthur but the pressure of Chris on his semi-hardened dick was too powerful for him to care.
Chris brings his hands to cup Arthur's face, leaning down to press their heads together. Chris stares into Arthur's hooded eyes, clearly intoxicated.
Arthur bites his lips subconsciously, letting his hands rest on the other's hips. "Is this okay?" Arthur asks, he always makes sure everyone is comfortable with whatever is going on.
"More than okay, I've wanted this for a while." Chris slurs at the end of his sentence which sends a wave of guilt down Arthur's spine.
"Me too.. but-" before Arthur can finish Chris pulls him in to a deep kiss. He returns the kiss passionately, trying to find sense in what he wants to say.
Chris rocks his hips against Arthur's and gets the noise of satisfaction he was hoping for. In the split second when Arthur groaned Chris took the initiative and slipped his tongue in the others mouth. Their kiss turned heavier and closer, lost in the trance of each other.
Arthur pulls away and catches his breath. He can hear the other panting above him. "Chris.." Arthur starts, unable to bring himself to speak but he knows what would be best for them. Chris feels his stomach drop at Arthur's tone, and gives him a reassuring smile.
"I- I really like you.." he hesitates. "But we are so fucked right now. I really want to continue this but... I can't bring myself to do this without being certain that you can consent yk?" he looks at Chris solemnly, hoping he'll understand.
"Yeah ofcourse, I agree.." Chris smiles, feeling a sense of warmth from Arthur genuinely caring about them. Chris adds "I promise this is what I want so maybe.. we can continue this another time?" Arthur nods and plants a reassuring kiss on Chris' head.
Chris falls down next to Arthur in bed and cuddles up next to him again. "Shall we sleep?" Arthur whispers at Chris. "Mmhm" Chris mumbles a cute agreement and smiles up at him. The boys close their eyes and fall asleep fairly fast.
Chris stirs awake, feeling the emptyness of the bed beside him, he feels around for his phone aimlessly, it reads 8:18AM. 12 notifications. Most of the notifications were from Chippo sending him instagram reels and the rest were texts.
Left for my next show forgot to mention before u left for pub golf. Be back on Tuesday xxx
ill be home at 2pm ish btw
bruh I don't have a key lmk if u r going out
on a run, ill be back :) x
Chris smiled has his friends messages, Arthur reassuring him that last night wasn't something a mistake gave him a feeling of warmth in his stomach.
Chris got up and made the bed, the hangover from last night making his head pound. Midway through brushing his teeth, he hears the front door open.
"I'm home!" Arthur pants from the entrance way.
Chris quickly wipes the toothpaste off his face and walks through to greet Arthur. A feeling of anticipation setting in.
"..hi!" Chris speaks, standing in the doorway to the living room. Arthur looks up, "hi" he smiles softly. They both pause, taking each other appearance in. Chris standing in nothing but his joggies, Arthur wearing shorts and a tank top, splayed out across the couch.
"How was the run?" Chris breaks the quiet. "Pretty good, bit too hungover for it though.." Arthur trails off, his eyes still distracted on Chris.
Chris notices his wandering eyes and a flush of pink covers him. "Arthur.." he says smiling, grounding Arthur back to earth.
"Sorry" Arthur snaps back to reality, looking away unwillingly. "You look really good." He mumbles to the shorter one.
Chris whispers an appreciation back and joins Arthur on the couch. They sit in a comfortable silence, Chris' leg resting against the other's.
Arthur brings his hands from behind his head down to rest just above Chris' knee, still looking hungrily at his lips. "Gosh you are irresistible.." Arthur whispers teasingly. His hand trailing softly up his thigh.
Chris sinks into the touch, a hum of appreciation escaping his lips. He turns his whole body too look at Arthur, reaching up to play with his hair.
Arthur's head falls against the back of the couch at the others touch, the crook of his neck exposed. Chris takes the chance and leans in, his mouth biting and sucking bruises into the exposed skin. Arthur's hand clenches, grabbing Chris' thigh. They both let out a groan in unison, unable to hide the pleasure.
"I.. think- that.. we.. take this.. to.. my bedroom?" Chris gets out between kisses. Arthur agrees and picks Chris up swiftly in a princess carry. Chris wraps his arm around Arthur's neck and buries his face in his chest, the post-workout pheromones turning Chris feral, his musky scent felt so warm and comforting. The idea of him working out, sweating and manhandling Chris with his strength sent a shiver through his length.
Arthur kicked the door closed behind him before lowering Chris slowly down on his own bed, handling him delicately, although he is scared Chris will dissolve like a dream.
Chris cups his face and pulls Arthur in for a passionate kiss, biting the others lip softly. A small groan escapes Arthur in response. "Cheeky" he says against the smaller mans mouth.
He trails his hands underneath Arthur's top, delicately brushing his hard abs. Arthur's breath hitches and in a swift motion he removes his top to become equal to the other. "Fucking hell" Chris marvels at Arthur's body, how well he takes care of himself.
Arthur grins an appreciative smile and plants kisses up Chris' hand until he reaches his chest, biting deeper into the skin. Chris falls back into the pillows, Arthur follows, crawling across him pushing his legs up between him as he goes.
"Oh Arthur" Chris coos, pulling him closer into him. "Yes darling?" Arthur's hooded eyes soften, looking at his submissive best friend, years of unspoken love and connection searing in his veins.
Chris' hips buck involuntarily against Arthur's waist. "jus' need you.." Chris grits his teeth, his hands clawing into Arthur's biceps, leaving indents like little reminders that Arthur will find in the morning.
"Patience sweetheart." Arthur pins Chris' hips to the bed, not painful but just enough to take control. He kneads the skin around his hips, his thumb tracing down the line of fuzz at Chris' abdomen. His touch gaining pressure, making his friend squirm helplessly below him.
Arthur's sharp, pure white canines catch Chris' eyes as he smirks at the writhing man below him. Chris' bites his lip, imaginging them piercing his skin while he is treated like a fuck toy. "You okay baby?" Arthur snaps him out of his fantasy world, "oh- fuck" he exclaims, startled. He nods in response and before the other can react he pushes Arthur's hand down to his obvious bulge.
Arthur is taken aback but immediately begins palming Chris through his joggies, he can feel him twitch as he intentionally strokes his length through the fabric. Chris bucks up, attempting to get more friction against his hand but Arthur denies him, pulling his hand away. "ffffuc-" before Chris can moan at the loss of pleasure, Arthur removes his own shorts, taking his boxers with them.
He chucks them to the side, landing near the previously discarded tank top. His dick snaps up out of the clothing and sits just shy of being flush to his stomach. He is considerably bigger than Chris, his light pink tip oozed with pre-come and yearned for pleasure. "Holy shit Arthur.." Chris stares mesmerised.
Even though Chris has seen most of his friends naked including George, Harry and Will, Arthur was quite reserved, the closest being during strip football but you really couldn't tell. the boys even teased Arthur for probably having a small one, but they were quite wrong.
Arthur, very pleased with Chris' reaction took no time in dipping his fingers below his waist band and peeling Chris' joggies away. To his surprise, Chris was wearing no boxers. Arthur wasn't aware that this was a casual occurrence for Chris, he liked the free feeling of no underwear. And in this instance, seeing Arthur's mouth gape in awe at his naked body, it's definitely worth going commando everyday.
Chris' was smaller than Arthur but not by a crazy amount, he was just above average in length but due to the mere size of the man that it's attached to, it looked considerably bigger. He had a darker tint to the tip and it was dripping from Arthur's precious teasing.
"Oh wow" Arthur hungrily remarked. "Absolutely perfect."
Chris pushes his legs together in slight embarrassment from feeling on display. Arthur tuts and peels his legs apart, forcing him to be complelty wide open and under his mercy.
Before continuing Arthur pauses, "are you sure this is.. okay?"
Arthur nods vigorously and continues gliding his hands down the others thighs, reaching his throbbing cock. He swipes a finger across the tip, Chris fights moan back by taking a fistful of Arthur's hair to grab onto. Arthur chuckles lightly at the mess of a man below him.
"gaah~ s- stop being such a tease." Chris sighs, his breath quivers.
"What's the magic word?" Arthur leans in, whispering.
Chris roll his eyes, his hips bucking up into Arthur's hand. Arthur shakes his head at him, denying the pleasure.
"please.." Chris pleads, giving in to Arthur's needs.
"Good boy" Arthur growls.
Before Chris can react, Arthur spits in his hand and starts rubbing it along Chris' dick, making it nice and slick along with the dripping liquid coming from his tip. Chris' brain goes fuzzy, the sensation unlike anything he could ever give himself.
Arthur continues his moments, slow and deliberate, swiping a thumb over the tip to make the man below him whimper. Arthur leans down against Chris, their lengths pushing together causing lewd noises to escape both their mouths.
Arthur licks a long stripe across Chris' collarbone, the salt of his skin lingering on Arthur's tongue.
Chris groans as he melts below Arthur, he bucks his hips again slightly, hoping Arthur wouldn't notice however the slightest twitch of Chris' dick sends shockwaves through Arthur's. "Desperate are we? Use your words baby."
Chris isn't used to needing to beg for what he wants but boy is he loving it. "Jus' need you.." he shyly proposes.
Arthur nods and prompts Chris to continue, "Keep going.."
"Wna be good for you.." Chris mumbles almost inaudible, "need you in me". With the hand already in Arthur's hair he runs some fingers through the rest of his locks and brings it to rest behind his own head.
Arthur smiles above Chris and nods. His stomach coiling at the request. "I can do that.."
He moves back slightly so he isn't flush against Chris. He hitches the other legs up near his head to make it easier for him.
Now Arthur has never been with a man before, neither has Chris for that matter. However Arthur is aware that to take care of Chris he needs to work him open. Chris hands him a bottle of lube from under his pillow, Arthur squeezes some on his fingers and begins warming it up slightly, wanting to make the experience as comfortable for Chris as possible.
Arthur reaches down and massages Chris' entrance. Chris whimpers at the new sensations but takes it fantastically. "I'm so proud of you, I will take good care of you don't worry baby." Arthur plants a soft kiss against the other's forehead.
He pushes a finger in, working it through him and adds another. He allows Chris to adjust before adding a third finger. Chris writhes below him, Arthur cups his face trying to show sympathy through the hedonistic nature he thinks.
Arthur stretches him out until he is satisfied by the way Chris is moaning, much more pleasurably. "Are you ready?" Arthur checks in with Chris.
"Yes.. please Arthur~ need you so bad." Chris' body contorts at the lack of contact and stimulation, aching to be touched.
Arthur squeezes his thigh as a way of giving a sense of acknowledgment.
he lines his tip up to the entrance, his cock eager to be hugged by Chris.
Arthur slides in slowly, half of his dick inserted into him. Chris lets out an animalistic moan, Arthur grits his teeth and groans.
They pause and contain the noises, Arthur pushes further in, Chris' eyes flutter to the back of his head, his body quite litterally shaking.
Arthur slides backward, leaving only the tip in. The movement causing them both to whimper in unison.
They continue a slow dance of thrusts, not fully engaged in the rhythm. Letting it build as they get more familiar with the sensations.
Chris lets out a large breath, "okay, I'm ready." He psychs himself up.
Arthur gives another squeeze of encouragement to his thigh and lets himself slam into Chris. He bottoms out, hitting nerves Chris didn't know existed.
Arthur's noises sound primal and fierce whereas Chris whimpered, high pitched and uncontrollable.
He continues the rhythmic pounding of his best friend, the pressure rising. He kneads Chris' thigh in his veiny hand, the other coming up to swipe a finger across his lips.
Chris instinctively opens wide and bites Arthur's finger. Usually Arthur would pull away but in the given situation, this was exactly what Arthur needed. He pushed his finger slowly into the other's mouth, swiping across his teeth, Chris' tongue swirling around him.
The mix of being filled up in both of his holes made Chris feel so fulfilled and used. He loved it.
Arthur loved it too, he loved having Chris obey him. He looks so beautiful.
"You are such a pretty little brat." Arthur groans above him.
Chris moans, sucking Arthur's fingers, the daze of sex making his eyes glass over.
They have only been fucking for a few minutes before Arthur realises he is about to reach his peak. Unbeknownst to him, so is Chris.
"Ab't to.. cum.." Arthur gets out between his thrusts.
"Me too baby.." Chris responds, Arthur's fingers obstruct his speech significantly so all that comes out is a murmur that vibrates around Arthur.
This sends Arthur over the edge. He feels Chris tighten around him as he fills him up, still grinding into him. Arthur throws his head back, riding out the orgasm, moaning roughly.
The sensation of Arthur's hot mess cascades into Chris, he gasps and arches his back off of the bed like he is being levitated by a higher power. Arthur slumps down, his motions stopped, feeling raw at every slight movement near his dick.
"Holy shit.." Arthur pants, looking up to see Chris, struggling, the loss of pleasure making him squirm uncomfortably. "Let me handle this" Arthur slowly pulls himself out of Chris, earning a whimper, before leaning down and taking Chris in his mouth.
He swirls his tongue across the sensitive tip, feeling it twitch below him. He licks a few stripes up the sides before wrapping his lips around the length. Chris moans, running his hands through Arthur's hair, aching to just fuck his face rapidly.
Arthur bobs his head and hollows his cheeks, creating a suction that makes Chris feel feral. "oh- fuck..gonna..cum.." Chris breathes, gripping Arthur's soft brown hair tighter.
Arthur hums with acknowledgment sending a wave of vibration through his cock. At this, Chris whimpers loudly. Arthur has never sucked off a man, well he's never been with a man, but this was so much better than getting a girl off, the noises and appreciation were absolutely priceless, his best friend coming undone before him was worth the world.
Arthur squeezed Chris' hips, letting him buck up into his face. Chasing his own orgasm, Chris fucks deeply down Arthur's throat, his tip dangerously hitting the back of Arthur's mouth.
After a couple more thrusts Arthur feels Chris coat the inside of his mouth. Chris falls limp, letting go of the firm grasp of hair.
"Well done darling." Arthur says, popping off of Chris' cock and licking his lips clean.
In response he gets a few whimpers, Chris still feeling raw and overstimulated.
Arthur feels slightly guilty at the state he has left this poor boy, he plants a few safe and reassuring kisses along Chris' jaw and grabs a towel, doused in warm water.
"Hi baby, how are you feeling now?" As Arthur returns with the towel he sees Chris, curled up on the bed still in the same spot as he left him.
"Mm" Chris mumbles, just about audible to Arthur. "Good.." he turns to look at Arthur, although he is fatigued he keeps a smile on his face.
"There's that beautiful smile" Arthur makes Chris blush. He crawls up the bed and slowly touches the towel up the mess of lube and cum that was placed across 30% of Chris' body.
Chris let out soft noises as his body is still tender to touch. He stares at the handsome man, taking great care of him, his lips still red and swollen from wrapping around his cock 5 minutes prior.
Arthur finishes cleaning Chris up and throws him one of his own
hoodies, definitely too big for Chris, and some comfy pj bottoms. He helps Chris put them on, then tends to his own needs, getting into a pair of grey joggies.
"Cmere" Chris groans, his voice breaking slightly. He lifts up the covers and gestures for Arthur to join him.
Arthur immediately dives into bed, getting comfy in the warmth and comfort provided by Chris. He puts an arm around the smaller man and pulls him into his chest.
Chris curls up against Arthur's body, holding himself close to him, his body heat providing safety. He nuzzles his head into the crook of Arthurs neck, the scent of sex and sweat lingering on his skin.
Arthur plays with Chris' hair mindlessly, "thank you sweetheart." He says under his breath.
Chris rubs his drowsy eyes, "I love you Arthur" his voice muffled.
Arthur's heart skips a beat. They often joke about how much they mean to eachother, however his tone sounded sincere and meaningful. "I love you too Chrissy." He plants a kiss into his blonde curls.
Soon after they drift off, Chris' breath warm against Arthur's skin, his chest rising and falling softly, peacefully.
The nap lasts until George arrives home, waking them up accidentally. The conversation between the 3 was surprisingly less awkward than they thought, very accepting and frankly quite cute.
