Remedy [MxM]

Chapter 10: Dates Also (Sometimes) End With Sex

Apparently, I wasn't going fast enough for him. He rolled his eyes, sitting up and pushing me back slightly as he clawed it off, tossing it to the side before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back down. I had to stop myself from laughing at his severe lack of patience, instead leaning down to kiss his chest and stomach.

"You are going too fucking slow," he said while breathing heavily, and I wouldn't put it past him to be glaring at my ceiling. I snorted, sitting back up and looking down at him.

"Well maybe you're going too fast."

He moved his eyes from the ceiling to me, giving me a frustrated look before sitting up in front of me and sighing. I took that moment to look over him, noting that most of his bruises and cuts were fading away, some of the more severe scratches leaving light scars in odd patterns across his chest. There were, however, two new bruises. Most likely from trying to fight off Eliot during the past week, which really wasn't something I wanted to think about right then.

"You're making me uncomfortable."

I looked up to Chris's face, and instead of glaring, he was determinedly keeping his eyes on anything that wasn't my face. Smiling a little, I moved forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck and kissing his temple. I was slightly worried when I didn't get some sort of negative response from it.

"Alright. What's wrong?" I asked quietly. The quiet behavior all of a sudden was unusual for Chris.

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly before he answered, voice barely above a murmur. "I don't like going slow."

"Why?"

"I have a boyfriend," he mentioned, and I raised an eyebrow at that, leaning back slightly.

"Didn't bother you the first half-dozen times."

He rolled his eyes, sighing irritably like I wasn't understanding something.

"Because the first, however many times, didn't mean anything."

Oh. I got it now. He thinks I like him. Well, I do, but. Well. Hm. This was conflicting. Unless he's starting to like me. Which would be sorta cool. In a bad way. I think. I frowned slightly during my internal monologue, making Chris lean away from me. I still had my hand on his neck though, so I pulled him closer again, pressing my forehead to his.

"This, doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to." I told him, rubbing his neck. He looked a little frustrated, sighing quietly.

Now, the only problem—do I want it to mean something? I mean, yeah, I liked the guy. He could be a bitch, but I liked him. I just still wasn't sure how I liked him. All of this was starting to hurt my head.

Luckily I was distracted by Chris suddenly kissing me lightly, and it only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled back slightly, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down on top of him as he laid back down. I smiled slightly, and Chris reached up toward my stomach as I unbuttoned his jeans, running his hands over my skin and stopping just before my belt, tapping it with his fingers lightly before he started to undo it. I left him to it, instead choosing to run my own hands back up his chest, using one hand to push his hair back from his forehead and remove his glasses.

The jeans took a minute, since I had to stand up so Chris could even get his off. Once we'd managed that though, I was straddling him again. I was leaning down and kissing his chest when his hand suddenly went under me, grabbing me through my underwear. I jumped slightly at the sudden touch, glaring up at him as he smirked. "Not funny."

"To you, maybe," he mumbled back, starting to rub the area before slipping his hand under the waistband and grabbing my erection roughly.

I rolled my eyes, leaning my forehead on his upper stomach before I thought of something. Reaching over to my bedside table, I went through the top drawer, stretching my arm to reach the back of it. "What are you looking for?" Chris asked curiously just as I reached what I wanted, pulling it out.