i missed so many thing at pcc
so much lorax thing i did not expect
so i am taking an askblog cosplay to sabo damn it and no one will know what i am and i shall feel victorious
WOAHHHHHH SUPER NSFW!!!!! 758 WORDS OF NSFW!! this won me the casey thinks youre cool and you can come swim in her pool anytime award so youd better fuckin like it
unofficial sequel to this!?
also ofc its chemicalphobia do i ever write anything else like ever
In his dreams, Chem always imagined he would be on top. He loved, he relished the idea of making SC tremble in his arms, of whispering in his ear, of telling him every single thing he wanted to do.
It started out with a peck, an innocent thing to shut Chem up while SC was working. It definitely shut him up right fast, painted his cheeks red and left him speechless. SC just smirked and continued working, scribbling his signature on page after page after page. Chem asked if singing "Closer" would do what he thought it would, but SC cut him off with a firm "no."
Then Chem summoned up the courage and kissed him again. He didn't expect SC to kiss back.
Chem pulls SC out of his chair, his intent to shove him back on the desk (fucking SC where he should be working is one of his favorite fantasies), but instead he finds that he's the one on the desk. That's... not right. He opens his eyes in time to see SC occupy some prime real estate between his legs, one foot on the floor, one knee on the desk.
SC wastes no time getting his hand in Chem's jeans.
"Fuck!" he gasps, but when he sees that cocky smirk on SC's face he adds, "... ing hell, man, you're so fffucking gay for me. I knew—" He shudders when SC slides a finger along his dick. "—I fucking knew it, you're so fucking homo—"
"This coming from the guy with the huge boner."
"It's nice to know you think my boner is huge."
SC snorts and wraps his fingers around Chem's dick. Chem flinches at the first stroke, moans at the second, grabs SC's hair at the third and kisses him at the fourth. SC rubs at the head with his thumb, and his gloves are soft, so soft, too soft, soft and smooth and perfect. His other hand is threaded through Chem's hair, grip tight, but not pulling. Just there. Lingering.
"You’ve done this before y-you fucking slut."
SC smiles pleasantly and kisses his jaw. "I'm not some blushing virgin, Chem," he says, leaning down to take his earlobe between his teeth. That's not something Chem should find sexy, but he does, especially when SC flicks it with his tongue, then kisses his neck.
"Sssssssssssslut."
He closes his eyes and lets SC do what he's doing. Chem has never fucking done this before. Don't get me wrong—he's no virgin either, but he was on top. He was in charge. Every time. He's never actually had his neck kissed or anything like that and damn, it's as awesome as it sounds. Getting held down is awesome.
Then he opens his eyes and—
"Holy fucking shit, what's wrong with your eyes!?" he exclaims, grabbing SC's face and forcing eye contact. Are those... stars? Stars. Fuck, that's creepy. His pupils are, like, jagged. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
SC stops jacking him off (no what why don't stop), stares at his hand flatly, then grabs it by the wrist and guides it back to his hair.
"My eyes change depending on how I'm feeling and you're just now finding it strange?"
"What?" Oh. "Oh. Ohhh." Chem grins. "You're so turned on right now. What, you think I'm hot? Wanna fuck me? Wanna see me on my kneeeees, pretty boy?"
SC arches his eyebrows and continues jacking Chem off, but his strokes are slow, way too slow. Chem's smile melts off his face and he bucks his hips into SC's hand, desperate for more.
"C-come on, man, I was joking, just—come on, dude, seriously."
"Say you want it."
"I want it!"
"How bad?"
"D-don't make me—"
"How bad?"
"SC—"
"How bad, Chem?"
"Really bad!"
SC smiles.
"Good boy."
He picks up the pace.
Chem doesn't last thirty seconds before he's clinging to SC, face buried in his shoulder, whimpering—whimpering—his way through one of the best orgasms he's ever had. When he's done (it feels like it took forever), he lays back on the desk, trying to remember how to breathe. Once he does, he rubs sweat from his forehead and cracks open one eye. SC is sitting in his chair, elbow on the arm and chin in hand, smirking. Chem sits up and glares, willing the blush to drain from his cheeks.
[12/3/12 5:04:59 PM] jasper-jinx: DO I GET CREDIT AS A BETA hairflips
[12/3/12 5:05:03 PM] homogay: yes def
[12/3/12 5:05:05 PM] homogay: husb beta
[12/3/12 5:05:08 PM] jasper-jinx: i want your gay oncie friends to follow me
[12/3/12 5:05:29 PM] homogay: i will let them know
"How fucking long," SC says, tone deceptively calm, "have you been in here?"
"Not long," Chem blurts out. "I mean, I've been hanging out here for, like, three days, but I never spent the night or anything. Look, my grandparents are way over in Chicago for the week, so I – "
He trails off when Rad nips at his neck. SC watches in silence, watching for Rad to finish up with the flattest expression a human face can muster. Rad casts him a sideways glance, lips barely brushing Chem's neck when he speaks.
"Are you gonna join us or what?" he asks with a trademark smirk. Chem grinds his teeth and tries to suppress any sounds he might be making because that door is fucking open.
SC blinks once, then crosses the room to the couch. Rad grins in triumph and makes room for him – but SC just grabs them both by the hair and pulls them off the couch. It's not the sexy kind of hair grabbing, it's the painful kind. He drags them across the room, shoves them out of the office, and, without a word, slams the door.
Chem and Rad blink at the door and blink at each other. Then SC opens the door again, grabs them both by the shirt and pulls them back in.
"What do you think would happen if somebody found a 19-year-old boy camping out in my office? A fucking scandal, that's what."
"Dude, I'm sorry –"
"And Rad! Rad can't be here! Me and Rad in the same sentence is bad publicity! Don't either of you know anything about big business? Fame? Celebrity status? How the fuck did you even get in here?"
"I have a key," Chem and Rad say simultaneously.
SC clenches his teeth and swallows a snarl. He holds out one hand. "Give them to me."
Chem and Rad guiltily hand over their keys. Chem's is hot pink. Rad's is zebra print. SC stuffs the keys in his pocket and points at them both.
"Get out."
"Listen," Chem says carefully, "I didn't know you were busy, so I waited –"
"For three days."
"- Yeah. And I was gonna clean up before you got back –"
"Three days."
"- I know. But your calendar says you wouldn't be back until –"
"So you did know I was away."
"Not until today, I thought you were just out! But I figured, maybe, I could surprise you when you got back –"
"I'm so fucking surprised."
"- Yeah I know, but I meant with, like, dinner or something, so I stayed –"
"What is Rad doing here."
"- I was lonely, so I figured I'd call him up, maybe see a movie or whatever, but then things got, uh –"
"I saw."
"- Yeah, but you were supposed to be in Stockholm until Wednesday, so, y'know, I figured –"
"Get out."
"- SC, I know you're mad –"
"Get out or I'm calling your grandparents."
Chem winces. Pulling the legal guardian card, SC? Really? Lucky for him, SC turns his attention to Rad.
"And you. You fit the loose definition of an adult. Did you really think fucking around in my office was okay?" He gives no time for Rad to respond. "You have your own office. Go fuck around there."
"I don't want to get jizz on my stuff," says Rad matter-of-factly.
"So you get jizz on my stuff?"
"That's the idea, yeah."
"Get the fuck out."
Chem and Rad exchange a glance. Of course they get the same idea at the same time.
"Y'know," Chem says with a pleasant smile as he undoes the buttons on SC's jacket, "it looks like somebody needs a blowjob."
Before Chem can get that jacket off, SC swats his hand away and crosses his arms. "Don't you fucking dare."
"Oh. That's cool. I love when you leave the jacket on."
"You know what I mean."
Chem puts on a mock pout and circles around SC. "C'mon, man, I'm just trying to cheer you up. You've been working for four days straight, haven't you?" He rests his hands on SC's shoulders and leans in close to his ear. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to suck you off."
SC turns his head and glares at Chem. "I don't," he says, but Chem can see his pupils struggling to maintain an exclamation point. Chem smiles and rests his chin on SC's shoulder.
"I guess I'll just have to tell Rad what you like, then."
That definitely gets to him. His face flushes red. Rad just smirks and grabs SC's tie to pull him in close. Too close.
"Oh, please share."
"Don't!" SC says quickly, but before he can say more, Rad cuts him off with a kiss. It's so slow it's agonizing, but it serves its purpose, shutting him up so Chem can speak.
"Wellll, he really likes it when you whisper in his ear," Chem whispers in his ear, just loud enough for Rad to hear. "And eye contact! That's important. He gets so flustered, it's adorable." Chem switches ears. They need equal treatment. "Hair pulling, he makes the most delightful noises. Oh, and his neck is really sensitive."
Rad pulls back with the intent to go at SC's neck, but finds something much better to pay attention to.
"Annnd we've got stars," Rad snickers, taking SC by the lapels and backing up towards the bed. It's true. His pupils are constant asterisks. SC closes his eyes and shakes his head, but nope, they're still there. He lets Rad lead him to the bed, Chem following at a bit of a distance, humming a tune like the innocent little shit he is.
Rad is doing the eye contact thing. SC looks away – up, down, left right – but when he meets Rad's eyes again he's still staring and oh god please no.
You know what? Fuck this.
Before he can get shoved back on that bed, SC summons a burst of energy and grabs both Chem and Rad by the hair. Neither of them were expecting that, and he's pleased to see it on their faces.
SC visibly flinches, much to Chem's amusement. Chem laughs and ducks behind SC's chair to avoid a glare.
"Look, I pitied you enough to let you hang out here. So either shut up and be a good boy, or get out."
"Oh, babe, I can definitely be a good boy." Chem creeps around the chair and leans close to SC's other ear. "♫ Lead me out on the moonlight floor, lift your open hand, strike up and band and make the fireflies dance~ ♫"
"I'm working."
"♫ Silver moon sparkling~ ♫"
"Chem."
"♫ Kiss me~ ♫"
With a frustrated sigh, SC turns his head and does just that. He kisses him. Nothing special (in his mind) - just a peck on the lips, not too homo, enough to shut him up. Chem has never been more surprised in his entire life, and it's written all over his face. SC just arches his eyebrows and turns his attention back to his paperwork. Wow, another complaint form. Shocking.
"Did you -"
SC can't hide the smirk that crosses his face as he scribbles down his signature. "You asked, didn't you?"
"It -"
"Sixpence None the Richer is a little 90s for you, isn't it?"
