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wolfanficsTitle: There's A First Time For Everything
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser
Starring: Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Chris/Andrew
Word Count: 1,974
Warnings: teh ghey secks
Prompt: #40 Virgins for smut_69 (table)
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: This is all KT's fault and is dedicated to her for her awesomeness. <3 Also, Andrew insisted they couldn't both be 19 years old, and told me to make Chris older and ergo more pathetic. (Apparently Andrew likes that. XD)
Summary: 21-year-old Chris hasn't managed to sleep with a woman, let alone another man, but Andrew is proving far too difficult to refuse and insists on being his first.
There's A First Time For Everything
"No, Andrew, we can't-"
"Can't what? Can't do this?"
Andrew kissed him, pinning him against the brick wall. They'd been down at the pub, hell Chris had only met him two weeks ago, but perhaps they'd drunk too much and now Chris had been lulled into this, this filth, and he was just about ready to die from the shame.
He wasn't gay. He wasn't. So why did it feel so good?
"We can't. If my parents caught me, I'd-"
Andrew pulled back, grinning at him with a crooked smile. "The sadist in me wants to witness that. Are you that scared of your parents?"
"They get angsty enough with me sneaking girls home. I can't, just can't, bring a boy home. They'd freak. I don't want to get kicked out," Chris said, forcing his fear to go away.
"You should've thought of that before you started flirting with me all evening, Christopher," Andrew said, licking his cheek.
"C-can we go back to your place instead?" Chris said, his hands gripping Andrew's waist.
"You'll have to deal with my house mates and I can't guarantee they'll be any more welcoming than your parents. Take your pick," Andrew said.
Chris stared into his eyes. For a faggy guy with long hair, Andrew was still rather attractive, in a scrawny kind of way. There was something in his eyes that Chris wanted, though he had no name for it nor any idea what it was.
"Your place. I can't face my parents," Chris said.
"Right. Come on then, chicken, let's go pop your cherry," Andrew said, gripping his wrist hard as he pulled him over to his car.
Chris was wracked with nerves. Andrew was resting a hand on his thigh as they drove. Chris didn't usually do this. He'd never even slept with a woman, and here he was, running off with some guy he barely knew for a fuck he was too ashamed to tell his parents about. He really needed to stop drinking if this is what it made him do.
"Calm down. I'm not doing anything if you're nervous. It'll be alright. You've never been with a guy before, have you?" Andrew said.
"Never. Got beaten up too much at school to dare," Chris said.
"Poor little flower. High school is evil, I tell you. I hated mine. I never want to see any of those pricks again," Andrew said.
"At least your school was co-ed," Chris said.
"Doesn't mean it was any easier to date girls. At least uni means I can do what I like," Andrew said.
"Like pick up random guys for sex?" Chris said.
"If they look pathetic enough, sure. Don't worry, I'm not some fag whore who goes around sleeping with everyone. I am careful, and I don't neglect my studies. You'd better be careful. I kinda like you. I might not want to let you go," Andrew said.
The prospect of not just sleeping with another man, but ending up in a relationship with one, sent a stab of fear into Chris' heart. God, no, he couldn't ever actually date a guy. Sleep with one, sure, but not date. No way. It would be too hard to tell his parents.
"Can we just leave it at sex, please? I can't date guys. It's too risky for me," Chris said.
"You need to grow some balls, Chris. Grow a spine and stand up for yourself. Stop being such a pathetic wanker. You're a grown man, aren't you?" Andrew said.
"Well, yeah, kinda," Chris said.
"You're a legal adult. Do what you like. Who cares what your parents think?" Andrew said.
"They do care because I still live with them. I can't just bring some guy home and screw him under their roof. They won't like it," Chris said.
"Fine. I'll stop pressing the matter. Though I bet the adrenalin rush would be awesome. Pity you don't seem like a risk-taker or I'd try and talk you into it," Andrew said.
"Sorry. I'm not in a position where I'd even feel comfortable doing that, let alone seek it out," Chris said.
"Stop apologising. I hate whiners. Just fucking relax and think about how good it'll feel when I'm fucking your arse," Andrew said with a smirk, patting his thigh gently.
Chris swallowed. Andrew was doing a good job of keeping his arousal going. He hated that he was doing this, but he wouldn't back out now. There was a part of him that was begging to experience this, this one night of who he really was, and it was too hard to deny. Not now, not with him.
Andrew's house was messy, and did indeed smell like the kind of house that lacked any female presence. Luckily, no one else was home. Andrew figured they were all probably out getting pissed. They'd all stumble home eventually.
Andrew waited til they were in his room before kissing him again. A bedside lamp was switched on to give them enough light to see by while still leaving them sufficient darkness for Chris to feel comfortable.
Chris found himself pinned to the bed, staring up at Andrew, as they undressed. Chris was sure his arousal was now finally overpowering his nerves. Another kiss from Andrew and Chris gave in.
"See, guys can feel good," Andrew murmured, nibbling the skin on his collar bone.
"God I feel so dirty. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't. But I can't stop, not now. You're too good at this," Chris whispered, clutching onto him.
Andrew smirked and kissed him. He stroked his cock, trying to relax him. He'd need to be relaxed. Andrew wouldn't fuck him if he wasn't relaxed.
"Roll over. Your arse needs some attention," Andrew said.
"Okay. Don't hurt me, okay?"
Chris rolled over. He glanced back at Andrew and saw that fire in his eyes, the one that he both desired and feared. He buried his head in his arms as Andrew got to work, starting at his neck and moving down his spine towards his arse. Chris was whimpering with need by the time Andrew started rimming him, trying his hardest to make the bastard relax enough to fuck.
Chris gasped as Andrew slicked up a finger and slid it inside him. It took some coaxing and gentle whispering before the uncomfortable feeling went away. Andrew was enjoying having to prepare a virgin. It reminded him of the first time he'd been fucked by a guy.
The voice in Chris' head that had been berating him about how wrong this all was had finally gone away, leaving Chris in a haze of pleasure as Andrew stretched him and prepared him. Andrew's whispers of encouragement had also helped.
"You ready? I'm gonna fuck you now," Andrew murmured as he straddled Chris' hips and prepared to push inside.
"Oh, God, just hurry up," Chris said. He squirmed as Andrew finished lubing him. He wasn't sure what the hell it was going to feel like, but he was desperate to find out.
Andrew proceeded slowly. Chris grabbed onto the sheets. Andrew whispered to him, caressing him as he went. Chris slowly relaxed under Andrew's touch, noticing how the weirdness slowly went away.
"You okay? Does it hurt?" Andrew whispered.
"N-no, it doesn't hurt. Feels weird, but okay," Chris said.
"I'm gonna go a bit further. How's that?" Andrew said, moving in a little more.
"Good. Feels good," Chris said.
Little by little, Andrew moved forward until Chris had his whole length in him. Andrew paused, giving him a chance to get used to being filled. there were more gentle caresses and soft kisses and whispers. Chris clasped their fingers together as Andrew began to pull out slowly. He wasn't in pain, not at all. Andrew's slow movements had only made him hornier. Now he just wanted Andrew to finish the job.
"Oh God," Chris murmured. His erection was rubbing against his stomach as he was pinned into the bed. The friction wasn't helping either.
"Settle down. You'll get your fuck. Just be patient," Andrew said.
"I'm doing my best," Chris said.
Andrew's delicacy made it perfect. Chris was sure he'd have hated it if he'd been rushed into it. It felt right, being fucked by a guy, though there was a murmur in his heart that told him it would be something he would rarely indulge in. Not for the first time did Chris wish he wasn't such a coward.
Chris lost all ability to think as Andrew sped up, driving them both to orgasm. Chris lay their passively, too unsure as to what he should be doing to even think of trying to do anything. Andrew held his wrists tightly, still making sure Chris wasn't in pain as he thrust forward. Andrew collapsed on top of him when they were both spent. Their fingers tangled together of their own accord.
"You alright?" Andrew said, pulling out of him.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Tired but good," Chris said. He closed his eyes and lay there as Andrew cleaned up. Chris smiled as Andrew returned to his side, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his neck.
"That's good. And now you're not a pathetic virgin anymore. I do hope you're happy," Andrew murmured.
There was a knock on the door then and Andrew looked up as one of his housemates peered in. "Well, you seem to have had an enjoyable evening. Me and the boys are heading off again. We came back for more beer. Wanna come?" Craig said.
"Where you off to?" Andrew asked.
"The usual. Good bands tonight," Craig said.
"I'll give it a miss. But do have a good time for me," Andrew said.
"Will do. I'll have a few vodkas for you," Craig said. "Goodnight stranger in my Andrew's bed," he said, winking at Chris.
Chris cringed and buried his head in his arms again. He hoped he hadn't been recognised. He didn't want anyone to catch him here, not now, not so obviously having fucked another guy. God pleae let him forget he'd seen him.
"Oh, settle. He won't tell. I trust him. When do you have to be home anyway?" Andrew said, stroking a hand through his hair in a bid to calm him.
"Mum doesn't like me being out too late," Chris said.
"Shall we dress and get out of here then? Or do you need time to calm down so your mother doesn't think you've been up to no good?" Andrew said.
"Can I shower? I'm not going home stinking of sex," Chris said.
"Down the hall and to the right. It's got a bee on the door. Don't be too long. The hot water doesn't last forever," Andrew said.
Chris snuck home after midnight. Andrew had dropped him off and headed off to find his mates, leaving Chris to try not to get caught as he arrived home. At least it was a Friday night. His mum didn't seem to mind him staying out so late on a Friday.
The house was dark and quiet. Clearly everyone was asleep. Slinking silently into his bedroom, he shut the door and got ready for bed. He hadn't bothered turnign his light on. It would only wake his mum. The dark was what he wanted anyway. He lay in bed, his body beginning to ache in strange places. It wasn't an unpleasant ache either. Still, his heart locked away the experience and threw away the key. He wasn't allowed that pleasure anymore. It was far too wrong in spite of how right it had felt. No, he would go back to sneaking girls home and not upset his parents by being some fag and sneaking off into the night for sex with strange men. Not again. It was a shame he would alwyas regret.
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser
Starring: Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Chris/Andrew
Word Count: 1,974
Warnings: teh ghey secks
Prompt: #40 Virgins for smut_69 (table)
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: This is all KT's fault and is dedicated to her for her awesomeness. <3 Also, Andrew insisted they couldn't both be 19 years old, and told me to make Chris older and ergo more pathetic. (Apparently Andrew likes that. XD)
Summary: 21-year-old Chris hasn't managed to sleep with a woman, let alone another man, but Andrew is proving far too difficult to refuse and insists on being his first.
There's A First Time For Everything
"No, Andrew, we can't-"
"Can't what? Can't do this?"
Andrew kissed him, pinning him against the brick wall. They'd been down at the pub, hell Chris had only met him two weeks ago, but perhaps they'd drunk too much and now Chris had been lulled into this, this filth, and he was just about ready to die from the shame.
He wasn't gay. He wasn't. So why did it feel so good?
"We can't. If my parents caught me, I'd-"
Andrew pulled back, grinning at him with a crooked smile. "The sadist in me wants to witness that. Are you that scared of your parents?"
"They get angsty enough with me sneaking girls home. I can't, just can't, bring a boy home. They'd freak. I don't want to get kicked out," Chris said, forcing his fear to go away.
"You should've thought of that before you started flirting with me all evening, Christopher," Andrew said, licking his cheek.
"C-can we go back to your place instead?" Chris said, his hands gripping Andrew's waist.
"You'll have to deal with my house mates and I can't guarantee they'll be any more welcoming than your parents. Take your pick," Andrew said.
Chris stared into his eyes. For a faggy guy with long hair, Andrew was still rather attractive, in a scrawny kind of way. There was something in his eyes that Chris wanted, though he had no name for it nor any idea what it was.
"Your place. I can't face my parents," Chris said.
"Right. Come on then, chicken, let's go pop your cherry," Andrew said, gripping his wrist hard as he pulled him over to his car.
Chris was wracked with nerves. Andrew was resting a hand on his thigh as they drove. Chris didn't usually do this. He'd never even slept with a woman, and here he was, running off with some guy he barely knew for a fuck he was too ashamed to tell his parents about. He really needed to stop drinking if this is what it made him do.
"Calm down. I'm not doing anything if you're nervous. It'll be alright. You've never been with a guy before, have you?" Andrew said.
"Never. Got beaten up too much at school to dare," Chris said.
"Poor little flower. High school is evil, I tell you. I hated mine. I never want to see any of those pricks again," Andrew said.
"At least your school was co-ed," Chris said.
"Doesn't mean it was any easier to date girls. At least uni means I can do what I like," Andrew said.
"Like pick up random guys for sex?" Chris said.
"If they look pathetic enough, sure. Don't worry, I'm not some fag whore who goes around sleeping with everyone. I am careful, and I don't neglect my studies. You'd better be careful. I kinda like you. I might not want to let you go," Andrew said.
The prospect of not just sleeping with another man, but ending up in a relationship with one, sent a stab of fear into Chris' heart. God, no, he couldn't ever actually date a guy. Sleep with one, sure, but not date. No way. It would be too hard to tell his parents.
"Can we just leave it at sex, please? I can't date guys. It's too risky for me," Chris said.
"You need to grow some balls, Chris. Grow a spine and stand up for yourself. Stop being such a pathetic wanker. You're a grown man, aren't you?" Andrew said.
"Well, yeah, kinda," Chris said.
"You're a legal adult. Do what you like. Who cares what your parents think?" Andrew said.
"They do care because I still live with them. I can't just bring some guy home and screw him under their roof. They won't like it," Chris said.
"Fine. I'll stop pressing the matter. Though I bet the adrenalin rush would be awesome. Pity you don't seem like a risk-taker or I'd try and talk you into it," Andrew said.
"Sorry. I'm not in a position where I'd even feel comfortable doing that, let alone seek it out," Chris said.
"Stop apologising. I hate whiners. Just fucking relax and think about how good it'll feel when I'm fucking your arse," Andrew said with a smirk, patting his thigh gently.
Chris swallowed. Andrew was doing a good job of keeping his arousal going. He hated that he was doing this, but he wouldn't back out now. There was a part of him that was begging to experience this, this one night of who he really was, and it was too hard to deny. Not now, not with him.
Andrew's house was messy, and did indeed smell like the kind of house that lacked any female presence. Luckily, no one else was home. Andrew figured they were all probably out getting pissed. They'd all stumble home eventually.
Andrew waited til they were in his room before kissing him again. A bedside lamp was switched on to give them enough light to see by while still leaving them sufficient darkness for Chris to feel comfortable.
Chris found himself pinned to the bed, staring up at Andrew, as they undressed. Chris was sure his arousal was now finally overpowering his nerves. Another kiss from Andrew and Chris gave in.
"See, guys can feel good," Andrew murmured, nibbling the skin on his collar bone.
"God I feel so dirty. It shouldn't feel this good. It shouldn't. But I can't stop, not now. You're too good at this," Chris whispered, clutching onto him.
Andrew smirked and kissed him. He stroked his cock, trying to relax him. He'd need to be relaxed. Andrew wouldn't fuck him if he wasn't relaxed.
"Roll over. Your arse needs some attention," Andrew said.
"Okay. Don't hurt me, okay?"
Chris rolled over. He glanced back at Andrew and saw that fire in his eyes, the one that he both desired and feared. He buried his head in his arms as Andrew got to work, starting at his neck and moving down his spine towards his arse. Chris was whimpering with need by the time Andrew started rimming him, trying his hardest to make the bastard relax enough to fuck.
Chris gasped as Andrew slicked up a finger and slid it inside him. It took some coaxing and gentle whispering before the uncomfortable feeling went away. Andrew was enjoying having to prepare a virgin. It reminded him of the first time he'd been fucked by a guy.
The voice in Chris' head that had been berating him about how wrong this all was had finally gone away, leaving Chris in a haze of pleasure as Andrew stretched him and prepared him. Andrew's whispers of encouragement had also helped.
"You ready? I'm gonna fuck you now," Andrew murmured as he straddled Chris' hips and prepared to push inside.
"Oh, God, just hurry up," Chris said. He squirmed as Andrew finished lubing him. He wasn't sure what the hell it was going to feel like, but he was desperate to find out.
Andrew proceeded slowly. Chris grabbed onto the sheets. Andrew whispered to him, caressing him as he went. Chris slowly relaxed under Andrew's touch, noticing how the weirdness slowly went away.
"You okay? Does it hurt?" Andrew whispered.
"N-no, it doesn't hurt. Feels weird, but okay," Chris said.
"I'm gonna go a bit further. How's that?" Andrew said, moving in a little more.
"Good. Feels good," Chris said.
Little by little, Andrew moved forward until Chris had his whole length in him. Andrew paused, giving him a chance to get used to being filled. there were more gentle caresses and soft kisses and whispers. Chris clasped their fingers together as Andrew began to pull out slowly. He wasn't in pain, not at all. Andrew's slow movements had only made him hornier. Now he just wanted Andrew to finish the job.
"Oh God," Chris murmured. His erection was rubbing against his stomach as he was pinned into the bed. The friction wasn't helping either.
"Settle down. You'll get your fuck. Just be patient," Andrew said.
"I'm doing my best," Chris said.
Andrew's delicacy made it perfect. Chris was sure he'd have hated it if he'd been rushed into it. It felt right, being fucked by a guy, though there was a murmur in his heart that told him it would be something he would rarely indulge in. Not for the first time did Chris wish he wasn't such a coward.
Chris lost all ability to think as Andrew sped up, driving them both to orgasm. Chris lay their passively, too unsure as to what he should be doing to even think of trying to do anything. Andrew held his wrists tightly, still making sure Chris wasn't in pain as he thrust forward. Andrew collapsed on top of him when they were both spent. Their fingers tangled together of their own accord.
"You alright?" Andrew said, pulling out of him.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Tired but good," Chris said. He closed his eyes and lay there as Andrew cleaned up. Chris smiled as Andrew returned to his side, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his neck.
"That's good. And now you're not a pathetic virgin anymore. I do hope you're happy," Andrew murmured.
There was a knock on the door then and Andrew looked up as one of his housemates peered in. "Well, you seem to have had an enjoyable evening. Me and the boys are heading off again. We came back for more beer. Wanna come?" Craig said.
"Where you off to?" Andrew asked.
"The usual. Good bands tonight," Craig said.
"I'll give it a miss. But do have a good time for me," Andrew said.
"Will do. I'll have a few vodkas for you," Craig said. "Goodnight stranger in my Andrew's bed," he said, winking at Chris.
Chris cringed and buried his head in his arms again. He hoped he hadn't been recognised. He didn't want anyone to catch him here, not now, not so obviously having fucked another guy. God pleae let him forget he'd seen him.
"Oh, settle. He won't tell. I trust him. When do you have to be home anyway?" Andrew said, stroking a hand through his hair in a bid to calm him.
"Mum doesn't like me being out too late," Chris said.
"Shall we dress and get out of here then? Or do you need time to calm down so your mother doesn't think you've been up to no good?" Andrew said.
"Can I shower? I'm not going home stinking of sex," Chris said.
"Down the hall and to the right. It's got a bee on the door. Don't be too long. The hot water doesn't last forever," Andrew said.
Chris snuck home after midnight. Andrew had dropped him off and headed off to find his mates, leaving Chris to try not to get caught as he arrived home. At least it was a Friday night. His mum didn't seem to mind him staying out so late on a Friday.
The house was dark and quiet. Clearly everyone was asleep. Slinking silently into his bedroom, he shut the door and got ready for bed. He hadn't bothered turnign his light on. It would only wake his mum. The dark was what he wanted anyway. He lay in bed, his body beginning to ache in strange places. It wasn't an unpleasant ache either. Still, his heart locked away the experience and threw away the key. He wasn't allowed that pleasure anymore. It was far too wrong in spite of how right it had felt. No, he would go back to sneaking girls home and not upset his parents by being some fag and sneaking off into the night for sex with strange men. Not again. It was a shame he would alwyas regret.