Show and Tell - Chris Motionless Smut
AN: Here’s the story I teased a few weeks back, I know it’s not my best work but it’s the first thing I’ve done in at least a year and I think it came out somewhat okay… so I hope everyone enjoys. Bree is Back Bitches 😂😂
“Wait wait wait, you want me to do what?” You ask your boyfriend Chris as you both cuddle up on the couch, the conversation somehow leading to kinks you haven’t shared before with one another.
“I didn’t ask you to do anything I just said I’ve always liked the idea of letting someone watch, not letting someone else touch you or anything just… watching me do it” he says, his eyes meeting yours to see what your reaction is to this.
“How would we even do this without everything getting weird with whoever watches and also… no offense why does this not surprise me that much. Actually scratch that, I’m more surprised you haven’t done something like this before” you answer honestly, thrown for a loop by this whole conversation.
Chris just shrugs as he looks at you “Rick and I have done weirder, I don’t think it’d be that hard to convince him to sit there”
“Okay back this up, I, I need an explanation. First what do you mean you’ve done weirder with Rick? Second, sit there while you do what exactly? You want your best friend and bandmate to watch you fuck me? And you think that may not make things strange?” You ask, trying to process this entire train wreck of a conversation. Not fully comprehending that you saying you sometimes get turned on by how he is on stage lead to this conversation.
“What? When you live half your life on a bus or in a van with other people sometimes you get stuck seeing things you don’t necessarily want to or having someone walk in on things. He’s walked in more than once of me with….” But you cut him off before he can even finish that sentence
“No, no nope, no. I don’t need to hear that and no, I’m… no” you say, not even wanting to entertain the idea, not something you are curious about or considering.
Or so you think until a few weeks later when you meet up with Chris during tour, reluctantly agreeing after setting some ground rules.
“I… I thought about what you’ve said you wanted… about wanting to be watched” you admit shyly, not fully looking at him as you settle next to him on the bed in his room. “And I, we need to set ground rules if we’re doing this”
Chris turns to look at you, completely caught off guard by the fact you are the one bringing the subject back up, that you are considering it. Who are you and what have you done with his girlfriend?
“Okay? So you’re actually considering this then? And you, I don’t want you to say that if you’re only agreeing to it because of me, I can live without us ever actually doing this” he says, wondering where this is coming from. You made it very clear it wasn’t something you were comfortable with, something you wanted so the fact that you’re agreeing now is throwing him for a loop.
“It’s… it’s only fair I let you try things you want to try too. I uh, but I have a couple things that need to be agreed upon first if I… if I agree to try this for you” you say softly, still genuinely a bit anxious about it but wanting to do this for him.
“First, I… this is only a watching thing, I don’t want him to touch or take part in any of this. I’m not comfortable with someone else touching me. Second, I don’t want the rest of the band or anyone to find out about this, it… doesn’t need to get out” i say softly, knowing he’d agree to the rules, that he understands why I’m being careful about this. I’m a rather private person compared to him, I don’t really let either of us post about our relationship or anything and try to get too much attention drawn to me when I’m with him. So the last thing I want is something getting out that pulls attention towards myself, towards our relationship. “A-also if I decide I can’t do it, the, the moment ends. No questions asked”
Chris looks at you, trying to read if you’re genuinely considering this or if you’re only agreeing for him, trying to get a good read on you. Knowing you are a people pleaser and if you think he wants this badly enough that you might be going along with it just for him, but he can tell despite being anxious you’re actually considering it.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. The fact I admitted I’ve always wanted to doesn’t mean we have to” he says, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him, wanting a genuine read on you.
You just nod, a little intimidated but after you’ve had time to think on it you do want to, want to give him the chance to give him one of his fantasies. “I… I even uh, may have packed the one set you really like” you admit blushing, but wanting him to know you’ve thought about it.
And that is how the next night you wind up sitting on the couch in the hotel room with Chris, sipping a glass of wine he gave you to try and help calm your nerves while Rick sits across from you, Rick’s expression giving nothing away. Not wanting you to be uncomfortable Rick doesn’t mention how he’s… looking forward to watching, wanting to see you like that. That, well, maybe it doesn’t need to get out that he’s attracted to his friend's girlfriend as much as he is, that can be a secret for himself to know and neither of you to find out.
You have no clue where to even begin, so high strung you’re pretty sure that if one of them so much as said your name you’d probably combust. Knowing that underneath your relaxed leggings and hoodie of Chris’ that you have that black and red lacy set on that he swears makes you look like a gift. The way it clings to your ample curves… he’s always been a sucker for that particular one.
Your mind on overdrive when you think about everything, how awkward this can make things, that you know you’re not the smallest and your boyfriends friend is about to see, well, literally all of you. Lost in your head when suddenly Rick speaks up
“Would, uh, would it help if I stepped out for like 10 minutes, let you guys get started and then walk in when you’re distracted?” Rick asks, able to read your anxiety in the moment.
“I… I don’t think so because then I’ll be sitting here thinking about the fact you’re going to come in and watching the door wondering when” you admit, still a bit on edge. “I, I think if I just, if we just” you look at Chris, struggling to vocalize what you’re thinking but he can read you. That’s the one thing he’s always been good at is reading you and knowing what you’re thinking, to the point it can be almost scary.
And he can tell that you’re thinking that you just need him to get started, coax you into it and shut your mind off so he moves to do just that. Gently taking your wine glass out of your hand and setting it down on the table, you looking up at him wondering what he’s doing before he shifts.
Pulling you onto his lap, your back against his chest as a soft kiss is pressed against your neck, and then another one. Several slow, gentle kisses before landing on that spot that he knows always makes you arch into him, his lips parting just enough that he can suck on that spot. Feeling the way your body responds, knowing you’re biting back a whimper, that you’re starting to let go for him. Feeling his hands rest on your shoulders as he does, grounding you, distracting you so you forget that Rick is sitting right there, eyes locked on the two of you as he moves, slowly slipping that damn shirt off, giving Rick an almost sinful view of your ample breasts in that lacy bra.
You can’t deny that right now, having his lips against your neck feels good, that you aren’t already feeling the touch tingling in your core as he continues. Subconsciously leaning back into him, leaning into what he’s doing as he shifts, gripping your jaw enough to make you look at Rick, make you see how he’s looking at you, how his eyes are locked on your chest in that damn bra that you’ve always thought was too much but Chris insists looks amazing on you.
His lips brushing your ear as he speaks “look at him, how he’s looking looking at you right now. That he can only look and not touch” he murmurs, feeling you shiver slightly into his touch. “You’re doing that to him. Let me show him how damn beautiful you look in this set, show you off” he says, fingers toying with the waistband of your leggings. Wanting them off but not willing to go forward with doing so until you give him any sort of sign it’s okay. But the moment you lift your hips just slightly off his lap, he wastes no time, slipping them down, leaving you in just your bra and panties set now on his lap. Clearly caught in a state between embarrassment and arousal.
His hands shifting, brushing against the top of your breasts where they're threatening to spill out of the bra, ghosting over her collarbone towards your shoulder. Smirking when he feels you arch slightly into the touch, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you, feeling you trembling slightly under his touch.
“Let me show him y/n” he whispers softly before his fingers slip under one of your bra straps, slipping it down your shoulder. Knowing hes just teasing both of you, Rick waiting for when he’s finally taking it off and keeping you on edge wondering when he finally will. Playing with it for a moment before finally undoing the clasp in the back, giving you a moment to stop him if you want to but you don’t.
You don’t try to push his hands away, you don’t try to hold the bra to yourself to keep yourself covered. Taking that as his okay he slowly slides the straps down your shoulders, letting it fall off you as his friend watches. You barely register that he has your chest completely exposed to his friend now, or rather, you don’t until you hear Rick’s sharp intake of a breath, suddenly reminding you that he’s right there, watching. Flushing bright red in embarrassment, at being so exposed in front of someone that is close to you and your boyfriend.
You’re about to say you can’t do this, that this is too much, you're too exposed but before you can Chris’ fingers ghosts over your nipple on one side, not touching you anywhere near enough but enough that it hardens for him, enough that you feel it and want more. Your back arching into his touch, wanting more. So damn lost in the touch when he finally gives it to you when both hands settle on either breast and gives you the firmer touches that you want, giving you more, that you moan softly, forgetting at this point that you have an audience.
Whining when he pulls away, frustrated that he stopped. “You want me to keep going, don't you naughty girl, want me to touch your nipples while he watches?” Chris asks you softly, fingers still gentle against your skin but not where you want it. Refusing to give you what you want until you ask for it.
“Y-yes” you say softly, instantly relieved when his fingers return where you want them, giving each nipple a pinch, toying with them while you arch into him, knowing this is wrong but your body panties absolutely soaked from his teasing, your entire body feeling like it’s on fire.
One of his hands trailing lower, settling on your thigh for a moment, slowly using his hand and his thighs to spread your legs for him, giving Rick a clear view of the damp spot between your legs. “Fuck baby, look how wet you are from being watched” he says softly, lips still right against your ear.
Fingers slowly trailing upwards, a ghost of a touch along your slit as he does, while your eyes squeeze shut, still a bit embarrassed knowing Rick is watching you like this, seeing so much of you that you’re honestly a bit embarrassed, feeling so vulnerable right now.
Not even registering when Chris does slip your panties off, holding you open so Rick can get a clear view of you. A clear view of just how wet you pussy is right now, of what this is doing to you.
Rick groaning when he gets a good look at you, because fuck, you look even better like this than he imagined on those nights in the damn shower on your when he jerks it to the thought of you, because you always wear those stupidly short shorts while lounging around with Chris around him. Officially rock hard in his own jeans as he watches, eyes locked on you. God what he wouldn’t give to touch you, for a quick taste.
But you, hearing his groan move to clench your thighs, it suddenly hitting you just how exposed you are right now, but Chris stops you.
“No, I want you to spread them” and you being your can’t deny when Chris speaks to you like that that, because fuck that man and his stupidly attractive voice, you hesitantly part your thighs again just slightly, coaxed out of your hesitance by his voice.
“No, no, that’s not enough baby, spread them wider, let him see everything” Chris commands, fingers ghosting up your thighs, teasing you but not willing to give you what you want until you listen.
Your eyes squeezing shut as you do, listening to him but not wanting to see how Rick looks at you when you do. Feeling so dirty, so exposed right now, feeling the cool air against your most intimate parts as you do.
His fingers finally moving up to where you want them, tracing and teasing along your lips while you’re still settled on his lap, finally touching you but not in the way you need. Purposely teasing you, wanting you all worked up so when he finally does give you what you need that you’ll let go, just feel the pleasure he’s giving you.
Fingers moving to part them, exposing your clit that’s begging to be touch and your hole to Rick, letting him see everything, all of you to his eyes. Your eyes still locked close as you lean into him a bit more, your head against his shoulder now.
“You know, for someone who says that you didn’t want this your body sure says otherwise. The way your soaking my jeans right now with your arousal, the way you’re absolutely soaked and glistening, how your hips are moving involuntarily to try and get some relief” Chris whispers into your ear, calling you out on just how much you’re enjoying this.
Gasping when your hear Rick’s husky voice “fuck Chris, just touch her already” he says, about as impatient right now as you feel. Speaking up for the first time during this entire thing. And while you know that should embarrass you it doesn’t, fuck, instead you feel yourself somehow grow wetter at the sound of his voice, at hearing the zipper of his jeans being worked down. Without even looking you know what he’s doing, that he’s about to touch himself at the sight of you.
Moaning when you feel Chris’ fingers finally ghost over your clit, finally touching you where you want him to but also not nearly enough. Body practically trembling in his lap at how sensitive you feel right now. Rocking against his touch, wanting… no needing more of it.
No longer giving a single fuck that Rick is watching you, just needing your released needing more of this. Gasping when you feel two of Chris’ fingers sliding into you, pumping in and out of you while keeping you spread with his other hand. Giving Rick an almost sinful view as he does, that stupid smirk returning when he watches his friend start to fist his cock while he watches.
“Open your eyes baby, eyes on Rick, look what you’re doing to him” Chris command, stopping his movements until he sees your eyes open, the way your breath hitches when you see what Rick is doing, stroking himself while Chris touches you.
“Look at him, watch how he’s watching you, how turned on you’re making him” Chris voice ghosts in your ear, finally moving again. His fingers pumping inside of you as his thumb finds your clit, knowing he has your right where he wants you. Right on that edge, close.
“What do you think Rick, should I let her come?” He asks his friend. “Want to see what she looks like when she comes?”
“Fuck, yes” Rick groans eyes still locked fully on you. Wanting nothing more at this point than to see you fall over the edge, see what you look like when you fall apart.
“Keep your eyes on him, if you close them I stop” Chris says, wanting you to see just what you do to people, that it’s not just him that find you so sexy.
Fingers now moving faster, giving you what you need to finally come, knowing your right there moments from falling over and the edge. “Come on y/n, show him how pretty you are when you let go”
The second the words leave his mouth you do, hips shifting as you chase your high, a string of obscenities and moans falling from your lips as you do. Back arching against him, crying out as what can only be described as one of your strongest orgasms you’ve had in your life rips through you. Soaking Chris’ fingers as you do, chest heaving as you finally start to come back down.
Barely registering the sound of Chris’ zipper being pulled down, of him shifting you until you’re now bent over the arm of the couch, as he aligns himself, slipping into you with no resistance as wet as you are.
“Fuck, you feel so good right now baby so wet and tight” he groans, hips moving roughly against yours, grabbing your hair and forcing you to watch as Rick watches him thrust into you. How desperate Rick is now gripping himself while watching you.
“Let him know how good it feels, how much you love my cock” Chris groans, forcing you to look at him, watch Rick as he watches Chris fuck you.
“F-fuck, so good” you whimper, so sensitive and close again and so turned on right now that all sense of shame is gone.
Eyes locked on Rick as his hand moves faster on himself until finally, Rick spills into his own hand, his chest heaving as he comes, eyes locked on you the entire time and fuck, the sight makes you come undone a second time tonight. Your pussy clenching around Chris as you do, so sensitive you’re practically slumped against the arm of the couch now while Chris seeks his own release.
A moan escaping his lips as he follows behind both of you, filling you with his cum before slowly stilling inside of you, waiting a few moments before pulling back… the sight of his cum leaking out of you making Rick groan again.
“Fuck, that… that’s hot” Rick says, breaking the silence as Chris shifts just enough to let you lay against the couch, moving to slip into the small bathroom to get a damp wash cloth to clean you up with.
Noticing how quiet you are as he does, a bit worried he pushed you a bit too far but knowing you won’t open up to him about it with Rick right here.
Rick gathering himself for a moment before slipping back into his jeans, wiping his hand on a paper towel and slipping out, giving both of you a bit of space. Knowing his role in this is done he was just here to watch, slipping into the hallway, knowing he now has enough material to get himself off in his mind for weeks to come. Slipping back into his own hotel room, now even more envious of the fact his friend has you and he doesn’t.
Meanwhile Chris moves to pull you into his chest, helping you slip into the bed to get comfortable before slipping in next to you. Your head instantly moving to lay on his chest as he brushes a couple damp strands of hair out your face, holding you to him.
“So, you going to let me do that to you again in front of someone?” He teases you softly, feeling the way your fingers trace his tattoos. A habit of yours that you do without even realizing it when you’re close like this, relaxed against him.
