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[chillontheside]

Wild Games (NC-17)

Pairing: Chris/Will

Summary: A game night, riiiight

A/N: Oliver-Corey mention in the end is for kadamcanon. I know I promised you a fic with them, and I will write it :)

"You're going down," whispers Chris into Will's ear.

"You are," murmurs Will under his breath and opens the front door. "Come in, you guys, just in time," smiling at Oliver and Corey, he steps back, leaning into Chris, whose body is angled just right for Will's ass to press against his crotch.

The weight of Chris' hand on his hip is heavy and reassuring and home but his words are not. "Game on, sweetheart."

*

Brian and Cooper escaped to one of their hiding places after seeing the mayhem that was the kitchen. Everyone finally arrived and chips, drinks, glasses and game-stuff were being distributed with laughs and jokes and obnoxiousness that had come to be associated with their friends. Then the two groups retreated to the base camps which were specifically set up in different parts of the house.

Strategy, we've got to work out the strategy, was the babble of words that Will had woken him up with that morning.

It had all actually started last night. Chris came home after another long session with his accent coach, but instead of exhausted he was feeling exhilarated and playful. His hand quickly found its way under Will’s shirt and he pressed a soft kiss to the tendon that connected his shoulder and his head, savoring a soft surprised gasp that escaped his boyfriend's mouth.

"Chris Ninja Colfer, you've been lying to me about your middle name all. this. time," said Will and turning around, winded his arms around Chris' neck.

"William Lacy Sherrod, I adore your middle name even though it's as ridiculous as you are."

"I know you do," grinned Will and the conversation ceased for the next fifteen minutes it took them to reach the nearest wall while kissing and to come into each other's hands.

"I bet you won't be so fast tomorrow," teased Chris as Will reached for paper towels.

"Bet I'll still be faster than you," smirked Will and wiped the come from Chris' soft dick, taking him into his grip for a moment.

"You wish," retorted Chris and his fingers slid under Will's shirt, ghosting over his ribs for a moment. "Tickle war," he shrieked suddenly and dug his fingers into Will's sides in a very non-sexy way.

*

Will's half-hard most of the night. Chris corners him during breaks and food runs, in bathroom and in the kitchen, revving him into a constant haze of desire.

"How's that game going for you, huh?" Chris' hand cups him over the cloth, his voice deep in Will's ear, his movements insistent. This time, thinks Will, this time he won't leave me ha -

He hears a cheerful "see ya" and Chris' touch is like a ghost of Christmas Past.

"Fuck," he swears, head hitting the wall behind him.

*

It's the greatest sleepover and there are people bunking in almost every room. Will’s given out towels and extra pillows, made sure there is food for the pets and the guests, glared contemptibly at their closed bathroom door where glistening droplets of water are sure to be cascading down his naked boyfriend's body -

In the kitchen he splashes cold water on his face and decides that Chris has had enough of winner privilege and he could at least share the shower if not a mind-blowing orgasm. Turning the corner to his room, he is surprised to find the door closed. The water is not running anymore and Will’s mind makes up a hilarious image of Chris strutting stark naked, wide-eyed, with splashes of red on his face, his chest and a sinfully pink shiny tip of his cock jutting out against his hip, to shut the door.

When Will shoves the door open though, his jaw falls down.

Chris smiles at him lazily and spreads his legs invitingly, his dick half-hidden by the swift movements of his hand.

"Why are you still dressed?" he says in a rough voice and licks his lips. "Hurry up or I'm gonna finish without you."

In complete silence interrupted only by a slick slide of a cock and a hand, Will drops his clothes and crosses the distance to the bed in two big steps.

"You little minx," he mutters and dives down beside Chris, lapping at those droplets that collected in the hollow between Chris' daily defining abdominal muscles.

Chris arches from the bed, his hand slowing down to long loose strokes as his eyes focus on Will's mouth on his body. "You're an incurable tease, Colfer," informs him Will with astonishing reserve, "and now I'm gonna fuck you very hard for it."

Chris takes in Will's darkened eyes and red lips and moans, loud and coarse, "Please yes."

When they can get a night of uninterrupted sleep, they usually take time to explore and relearn some things about each other’s bodies that might have been forgotten in the course of their busy lives. Sometimes it's that spot under Chris' left collarbone - right where the arm and the body are connected - which gets neglected when they only have time for blowjobs and quick deep fucks with every inch of their bodies lined up against each other. Or sometimes it’s the way Will reacts to Chris' lips nipping at the skin around his naval that used to be Chris’ favorite part of Will’s body in the first few months of their relationship.

But after the night of merciless teasing and abrupt, cut short kisses, Will pours a small amount of lube into his palm and hiking Chris' legs up, rubs it over his perineum, fingers slipping inside.

"What happened to that hard fuck you promised me?" taunts Chris with a devilish smile, his breath hitching.

Will smirks and lets both his fingers slide inside to the very knuckles. Chris buckles and his legs fall further apart. Will gives him a moment to adjust but not enough for it to become too comfortable. He pulls his fingers out and slams them inside a few times, transfixed at the way Chris' hole greedily swallows them and barely paying attention to wanton curses Chris keeps uttering.

"Gonna fuck you so hard now," says Will, grabbing a pillow to put under Chris' ass.

Chris only arches his hips up and babbles, "Please, Will - fuck, fuck me as hard as you -"

Will pushes inside and quickly slides out and then thrusts back in, Chris' words becoming incomprehensible strings of more and faster and fuck. They are both so strung up that it doesn't take them much. Will's been on edge for so many hours and Chris is so responsive and attuned that they quickly reach a panting, frantic, stuttering point and with a breathless moan Will comes as Chris' eyes shut and a high soft squeal escapes his lips, his dick pulsing and spilling over his still moving hand.

Will sets Chris' legs on the bed carefully and slumps on his side, chest heaving. "Love you so much."

"Love you too," says Chris breathily and arches into Will's hand that's reached out to brush his bangs from his forehead. "I'm so glad we made the room next to this an office though. If our friends heard us we would never live it down," he adds in an after-thought, his eyes sliding gently over Will's flushed cheeks.

"Yeah," trails off Will pensively, staring off at a distance, "you know though," he rises on an elbow and his eyes focus on Chris, "I'm pretty sure if we dress  quickly, we can still casually walk by Corey and Ollie's room and get some blackmail material for tomorrow."

Chris' eyes sparkle mischievously and in a second he's already on his feet rummaging through the underwear drawer, "You have the greatest ideas," he says and throws a clean pair of boxers at Will.

[chillontheside]

Mornings

Based on this instagram pic (the Brian one), ~400

she made me write it

Paws land on his hand and something wet nudges at his palm. Chris tugs his hand back under the blanket and rolls on his side, curling into the body next to him. Will stirs but doesn’t wake up.

Not for long.

Brian, wanting to be fed or simply bored, arrogantly pads over Chris and settles across their slotted hips.

Will sleepily mumbles, “Go ‘ack to sleep,” and pointedly moves away.

Now fully awake and amused, Chris rises on the elbow and leans over Will, trying not to disturb Brian, “It’s not me, babe.”

“Whatcha mean it’s not - ?” Will rolls on his back suddenly, and Brian meows loudly, having slid down from Will’s hip. “Oh, sorry, buddy! Didn’t know it was you, thought it was your dad,” he says, sounding apologetic and sympathetically petting him.

Chris chuckles, watching them. “It’s alright if he wakes you up, huh?”

Will grins at him, his hand still buried in Brian’s fur, “I had too much wine last night. Waking up sounded horrific just a couple of minutes ago, but now - ”, and he sits up a little sideways to Chris and lifts up Brian, who goes into his hands without complaining, “this guy will make your mornings awesome no matter how much your drink.”

“You sound like an ad.”

“Come on, baby, you don’t wanna miss out on all this awesomeness.”

Chris rolls his eyes but still slides up to them, kisses Will’s cheek, and scratches over Brian’s ears.

“Here, hold him, he misses his dad.”

“Nope, he’s doting on you.”

But Will is already on his knees in front of him, and Brian acquiesces to being moved into Chris’ outstretched hands. While Chris is trying to find a comfortable position to sit with a lapful of Brian, Will grabs his phone from the nightstand and crawls closer, flopping down between Chris’ spread legs.

Chris leans his chin on Brian’s head and smiles at his boyfriend, already used to him constantly snapping photos. He always ends up looking better than he really does, anyways, just because Will is the one behind the lenses.

He hears a click, and then Brian is breaking away from his grasp and Will stands on all fours to show Chris the photo.

His hair is sticking everywhere, and there are creases from a pillow, and he takes the phone and mercilessly crops his own face and their rumpled sheets which have gotten in the shot. Will's face is so close to Chris’ that he cannot stop himself from leaning in and capturing Will’s lips in a heated kiss.

The Internet can wait, he thinks and throws the phone on the other side of the bed.

[chillontheside]

Chill with a bonus (Oliver, Ashley and cookies), 900+, PG

This is probably not how everyone imagines their hang outs to go but I haven't gotten past the first episode of Downton Abbey (yet), so I can't exactly make them do or say certain things.

Also, a warning for some chill feels.

a/n: this is to cheer up kadamcanon and to make her stop browsing hate-filled twitter hashtags. Seriously, don't do that anymore. 

They ride to the apartment together, with Chris driving and Will fidgeting in his seat. It’s really crazy that he’s so nervous, and Chris can’t help but sneak glances at Will and he barely refrains from chuckling.

It’s so ridiculous how anxious he is, as if it’s a job interview they are going to. Will explained it by snapping at Chris and saying that Oliver is so British. As if Chris’ fascination with everything from the Albion might somehow get in the way of his relationship with Will. Ridiculous.

But Will keep squirming and Chris wants either to slap him or kiss him, hard, and it’s really fortunate that the lights are almost never red and they get to Oliver’s place without getting stuck in traffic.

*

Will takes calming deep breaths which he’s learnt to do that one time he went to a yoga class. Tonight they don’t really help though. He doesn’t feel threatened by that blond sexy Brit who is playing Kurt’s new romantic interest because he knows there won’t be any screen kisses, or more, but it’s still unnerving and damn, Oliver is actually one of the first castmates that Will meets, one whose opinion probably isn’t even that important, but he still can’t stop his heart from beating too loudly and his nerves getting the best of him.

They ring the bell and the door opens. Time to face the music.

*

“I have cookies! With chocolate.” announces Chris.

Ashley makes grabby motions with her hands and after contemplating it for a second, Chris digs in the box and fishes out a handful of cookies. “For my lady, always ready,” he jokes.

She giggles and sits on the couch. “I should choose what we’re watching.”

“No way,” exclaim Oliver and Chris in unison, and Will cringes.

It’s all so rehearsed, no, probably just done a lot of time already, before New Years, before they decided it was time for Will to become a more active participant in Chris’ life outside their homes and the company of their close friends.

“Hey, honey, can you help Ollie with the drinks, I wanna make sure Ashley doesn’t get a say in what we’re watching.”

She boos, and Will trails after a grinning Oliver, hearing the beginning of the usual argument between the two. In the kitchen he stands aside while the other man get a big tray, and silently (and he hopes not awkwardly) helps him with the cups, and from the looks of it they’re having tea. Good one, if Will is as good at judging the quality of the product by its package as he thinks he is. They go back to the living room without saying a word, and Will is very fine with that. This way it’s less likely that he makes a fool out of himself.

Ashley sits in the big plushy chair by the couch and gestures at where Chris has already got comfortably settled, legs underneath, smile big and warm.

She asserts, “The couch is for you, gentlemen, and your objections aren’t gonna be taken into consideration,” and everyone nods.

Obviously, Will doesn’t have anything against snuggling with Chris (even though he knows that it’s going to happen much later in the evening), and if Oliver has to be there, well, he can tolerate his presence. If the tea is really as good.

As they settle in, Chris chuckles and says, “We’re so classy, watching The Real Housewives and drinking tea.”

Will laughs, uttering his first words for the evening, “At least it’s not Downton Abbey again. He mouths along,” he says a bit dramatically, nodding at Chris.

Ashley huffs and points at Oliver, “You should see them enact some of the scenes, it’s really tiring.”

Will pursues his lips and doesn’t want to imagine the situation when it happened. Stupid cool British folk.

*

The evening is a blast. Will doesn’t remember laughing that hard for a long time, and if that’s the way he begins this year, then it promises to be a really good one.

He completely relaxes, and he isn’t sure if it’s the tea (maybe Oliver has a really cool secret ingredient, or there is some weed in it) or just endless humour, jokes and running commentary that everyone participates in.

Will has never been a fan of the reality TV but since he met Chris he’s been far more open about it and even got addicted.

And when the time comes for another refill, he volunteers to help Oliver and goes with him back to the kitchen. This time they don’t keep silent, trading jokes and predictions on who’s going to do what in the next episode, and suddenly Will feels like being honest and upfront because he knows Chris will tease him mercilessly for the way he behaved this morning anyway.

“Hey, man,” starts Will.

“Yeah?” replies Oliver over his shoulder.

“I was kinda worried about meeting you at first.”

“Huh?”

“You know, like, you’re so British, and Chris really adores - ”

“That’s bullshit, maaan,” he says in the perfect American accent and smirks at Will

“That was disconcerting,” mutters Will, frowning.

Oliver hands him the kettle and says, still American, “We’re gonna do refills in the living room, and to the hell with the couch, I don’t like it anyway.”

“Please stop,” begs him Will, “just - it’s cool but really confusing.”

“Hey, mate, no worries. I get it,” smiles Oliver, back to his usual way of speaking, and heads to the room.

Will goes after him and, after setting the kettle beside the tray, he rejoins the men on the couch. Immediately, Chris puts his arm around him and lays his head on his shoulder. Will moves his hand to rest on Chris’ knee and thinks that he can definitely get used to this kind of nights if it means that he gets to be so openly affectionate with his lovely boyfriend.