wl_fanfiction | Heat of the Moment

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Title - Heat of the Moment
Author - Madge
Pairings - Chip/Jeff, really really background Greg/Ryan
Rating - NC-17
Summary - A fight over a shower turns into something more.
Word Count - 2939
Author's Note - Hey. ^_^ So I know it's probably a shock that I'm posting twice in a matter of less than two weeks when last time it took me like months to post, but the thing is that I got this idea stuck in my head, and couldn't get it out. So this is pretty much all I've been doing for the past few days. Onto other things, this is pretty much pointless smut. The first smut I've ever written, so it's really awkward, but I couldn't help myself. Ye be warned. :)

“Fuck Chip! I totally called the first shower!” Jeff shouted in annoyance, banging his fist on the door. He sighed, which actually came out a bit like a growl, he jiggled on the door knob till the door came flying open. Assaulted by the clouds of steam, he stomped in, his bare feet slapping the cool tile floor. “You’re such a prick.”

Poking his head out from behind the green plastic shower curtain, Chip simply grinned. Jeff snarled at him in return, baring his teeth angrily

They were staying a shitty hotel in Arizona, where in a time like July, the heat was so prevalent that it was almost visible, waves shining off of the black tar roads. Walking outside caused beads of sweat to appear on your upper lip and make you wish you really had put on that extra layering of deodorant. It just left everyone feeling dead or at least wishing they were, with nothing left to look to in relief.

The show earlier this evening had gone well, or as well as it possibly could have in a place like this with a temperature similar to the feelings of the insides of an over. It had been about ten minutes into the show when the air conditioner made a horrible screeching noise, spluttered once or twice, and then died. And with the door constantly opening and closing, the temperature in the room rose at a quick pace, which left the performers on stage feeling a bit like the dead air conditioner; lifeless and dead.

But of course, the show must go on. They perused through the romping Hoedowns and quirky Moving Peoples with a grin on their faces, all while they felt like they were about to die from heat stroke.

Once the show had finally ended two hours later, they all were annoyed, much thanks to the heat. Jeff had figured it would be a quiet night at the hotel. However, Greg and Ryan felt that these feelings could be put to a much better use. It was hot and sticky; so what? Their adrenaline was running from a show, and they had the whole night to themselves. So with a grin, a blush, and a wave of their hands, they escaped to their room, their annoyance now magically turned into horniness.

While Greg and Ryan were off in their room humping like bunnies, which Jeff was trying desperately not to think about, he just wanted to get the night’s show off of him. He hadn’t felt this gross in a while. Chip walked into the room the two of them shared adjoined to Ryan and Greg’s, muttering something about the air conditioner, which it seemed like it was on the fritz in here too. Jeff simply shrugged, not really feeling up to chatting with anyone, even Mr. Personality himself.

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

Chip looked up at him. “Can I pee real quick?” Jeff just rolled his eyes, waving his hand towards the bathroom. Chip grinned and walked towards the bathroom.

All Jeff wanted to do was shower, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and pass out on his bed until this fucking heat was over. This was why he didn’t live in a place like this. It was like living in the middle of the fucking sun.

As he started to throw things about, searching for some clothes to wear in his bag, he heard a humming sound. Soft, but very constant sounding. Like water falling.

Like a fucking shower running.

“Fucking – I’m going to –” Jeff muttered to himself, climbing over his opened suitcase and to the door, where he proceeded to bang on it.

Now in the foggy bathroom, Jeff stared at Chip’s soapy dripping hair. “I’m seriously going to kill you. Slowly. And painfully. Tonight. That’s the oldest trick there is!”

Chip shrugged with a laugh. “Which is why you of all people shouldn’t have fallen for it! It got me my shower, so what’s wrong with that?” Jeff groaned in defeat, propping himself up on the slippery countertop. Chip laughed again. “Relax. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” He disappeared behind the curtain.

Laying his head back against the foggy mirror, Jeff felt the sweat on the back of his neck begin to reappear again. He sighed, starting to climb off of the countertop, when his hand knocked over the basket of amenities the hotel provided them with.

He grinned as he unwrapped the plastic shower cap, stretched out the elastic in it, and catapulted it over the shower pole.

“Hey!” Chip yelled. Jeff hooted in laughter. Chip started to laugh as well. “Not such a great idea, Jeffy.”

Jeff stopped laughing just as the wave of water came flying over the shower pole and onto his head. He swore under his breath as Chip continued to giggle, wiping away the water that was dripping in rivulets onto his face. He reached into the basket again and found a bottle of lotion. Over it went.

“Ow!”

“You can sing on television, but you get hurt by a flying lotion bottle?” Jeff muttered. At that time, more water came splashing down on him. Now both of them were laughing, the noise rising above the hum of the shower. Dumping all of the contents out of the basket, he threw it like a Frisbee into the shower.

“Lame,” Chip called out mockingly.

“Really? All you’ve got is your water.” Which was no longer the truth, as Jeff proceeded to be hit in the head with a bar of soap.

Bending down to pick the bar up off the ground, he was going to throw it right back at Chip when Chip popped out from behind the curtain. “Can you actually hand that to me? I kind of still need it,” he asked with a bashful smile and a blush.

Realizing that he could simply throw it over the shower and be the annoying ass he usually was, he realized he was in a good mood and enjoying himself, and didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere between Chip and himself.

He walked over to the shower curtain. “Hurry your scrawny ass up,” he said with a grin as he dropped the bar of soap into Chip’s outstretched hand. Chip simply responded blowing him a kiss.

Starting to turn to leave the bathroom, Jeff didn’t realize that he was standing in a puddle of water from the little battle they‘d just had. On a tile floor, water never went well. His jeans got caught under his bare feet, and he started to slip. Desperately trying to regain his equilibrium, he reached out to grab onto the towel bar secured onto the wall, but once he had closed his fingers around it, it slipped. So in a tangle of limbs and emitting colorful vocabulary, Jeff was falling into the tub.

Yet he never hit the cool porcelain of the tub. With one leg sticking over the tub awkwardly and the water from the shower head slowly soaking through his white t-shirt, he was definitely in the shower. But the familiarity of the cool porcelain tub under his butt wasn’t there.

“Are you okay?” Chip asked softly, not releasing his arms from around Jeff. Jeff turn his head slowly to the left, to the point where he and Chip were face-to-face. Taking a deep breath, Jeff nodded dumbly, averting his eyes from Chip’s intent look when he realized it was Chip who was underneath him.

When he felt that the hairs of the back of his neck were standing up, Jeff bit down on his lip. He felt strange, and it wasn’t from the fall. If it had been any other time with any other person, he would’ve simply gotten up and walked out. But now, with Chip’s arms wrapped securely around Jeff’s upper body, his warm breathing fanning over Jeff’s neck, his lips so close to Jeff’s ear, and not to mention the fact that they were in the shower, with Chip already naked, it left Jeff with an unfamiliar warm sensation tingling through his veins.

The tension in air was pooling around them, and knowing Chip as well as he did, Jeff knew he could feel it too, as he started to shift uncomfortably yet still staying wrapped around Jeff. Heat emanated all through Jeff, pooling in his stomach. And suddenly, he knew that there was only one thing he could do.

Turning back toward Chip, Jeff lifted his hand and placed it softly on Chip’s forearm. Chip exhaled, sounding almost forced. Jeff tried to give him a smile, but he knew if he did, then everything would fall apart. Starting to ghost his hand up Chip’s arm with light touches, Jeff felt Chip shiver, causing Jeff to do the same.

Eyes still locked on Jeff, Chip released the grip around the smaller man. Jeff stopped tracing his fingers over Chip’s arm, taken aback by what was happening. Was this out of line? Cause through the past few minutes, Jeff had thought that Chip was enjoying it. He hadn’t made any objections…

Still under the beat of the shower, Chip pulled himself to his feet. He put out a hand and helped Jeff get to his feet as well, still remaining silent. Once the two of them were finally standing, the water cascading around them, they looked at each other, crystal blues meeting deep browns.

Both of their looks were filled with a sense of longing and passion and yearning and want for something that had always been right out of reach but here it was right in front of them finally. But, of course, there was still that hint of worry. Worry for ruining something that had been built on years of friendship compared to something that had been built in minutes in the heat of the moment.

But as Jeff continued to think, he realized that they were both the same. The friendship, the heat of the moment - nothing had changed between them. They were one and the same. Everything that was happening, as strange as it seemed, still felt so normal and right to him. If they let this moment pass them by, it could end up making things worse than if they took advantage of it.

It was unclear who initiated the kiss, and still was unclear after it had finished, but it did happen. Their lips met softly as Chip pulled Jeff closer to him. Chip’s lips were smooth and sweet, tasting like sweet mints. His arms grabbed onto Jeff’s forearms; whether to hold him or push him away in a final decision was unclear.

The moan that slipped from Chip’s mouth showed Jeff that he held no regrets in what they were doing. Jeff pulled himself as close as he could to Chip, wanting to eliminate any space between the two of them. His mouth opened, letting Chip enter into his mouth. Jeff trembled as Chip licked his lower lip before sucking on it softly.

Grabbing the hem of his now drenched t-shirt, Jeff pulled it off, causing the two to break for only a second. Moving his hands from Jeff’s arms to the small of his back, Chip whispered into Jeff’s mouth, “You’re gorgeous.” A shiver ran the course of Jeff’s spine, causing him to melt into Chip. He wrapped his arms around his neck, smiling.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chippy,” Jeff mumbled thickly over Chip’s lips. Chip smirked against his lips, before taking the tips of his fingers and skirting them up and down the sides of the younger man’s abdomen, leaving drops of water in the wake. He slowly started trail his lips over Jeff’s jaw, to back behind his ear, and then down settling on his throat. Jeff let his eyes slip shut, allowing his head to fall back in ecstasy, giving Chip more space.

Feeling a sudden weakness in his knees, Jeff stumbled slightly, only to have Chip wrap a strong arm around his waist, holding him tightly, and support him back onto two feet. Jeff smiled at him, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks. Chip, his lips full and pink, pushed the mess of dark wet hair out of Jeff‘s face tenderly, only to have it fall back into his eyes. Chip then rested the hand on Jeff’s cheek.

Jeff reached up, grabbing Chip’s hand in his own. With a smirk that read slightly devilish, he pulled the hands away from his face. Guiding the hands over his abdomen, slipping them over the slickness. A smile grew on Chip’s face as he bit down on his lip. His own fingers were being slid over Jeff’s thin stomach, then settling over to the hips that he’d always loved.

His breath caught in a bit of a gasp, the smile disintegrating. Jeff heard this, and like a switch in his head, the atmosphere around them was changing. From one of simply emotion to one of raw need and want. It wasn’t so much about being together anymore - instead, it was more about the passion and desire that had built up inside of them over the past years.

Taking a deep breath, Jeff took Chip’s hands in his own and slowly moved them over his erect dick, up to the button on his soaked, heavy jeans. Chip froze for a moment, looking up into Jeff’s eyes. Because if he did this, there was no going back. Simply the thought of it all was making him hard

Jeff sensed the hesitation permeating off of Chip. He caught Chip’s lips in his own before he could say anything. The kisses moved over his lips, his cheeks, his earlobes, his neck, anywhere - until Jeff had settled onto a spot between the jaw line and the ear. Kissing the spot caused Chip to shudder under Jeff’s touch. “Please,” Jeff whispered into Chip’s ear, his lips brushing just slightly over Chip’s ear lobe. “Just…please.”

The button of Jeff’s jeans was soon undone, and they were sliding down his legs. He stepped out of them, and began to finger the waistband of his boxers. Clasping his hands over Jeff’s, the two pairs of hands slipped the boxer off and down his thighs, landing with the jeans.

The somewhat rough palms of Chip’s hand grazed over Jeff’s back, up his sides, into the contours of his abdomen, and finally up to his shoulders, where Chip pushed him back against the wall. Once Jeff was backed up against the wall, Chip’s hands went down to the sharp angled hip bones, simply grazing his fingers over them in circles. But the light touch was enough to make Jeff tremble.

Jeff drew in a shaky breath, but the grin on his face showed his enjoyment. He wrapped a long, lanky arm around Chip’s waist, pulling them together, hips, chest, shoulders, all touching. Kisses start again, with Jeff starting at the lips, but passing over the jaw line, down his neck, onto his chest, down the trail of hair that lead over his navel and below.

Chip convulsed under the touch, placing a firm hand on Jeff’s shoulder, squeezing it. He grabbed Jeff under the arm and pulled him upward, kissing him hard on the lips. Slightly taken aback, Jeff placed his hands at Chip’s hips, pushing them together. Chip deepened the kiss, feeling Jeff moan into his mouth as their cocks slid past each other.

Rocking back and forth, Jeff moved his hips into Chip’s, starting a rhythm, working faster with each time. Chip moaned, reaching up and wrapping an arm around Jeff’s neck. He laced his fingers through the black hair, twisting his fingers through the mess of waves at the nape of Jeff‘s neck, which was damp with shower water and perspiration.

Placing the other hand down on Jeff’s ass, Chip pulled him closer, harder into his body.
He kissed Jeff passionately, while Jeff’s removed one of his hands from Chip’s hips and stroked his cheek, tracing over his defined jaw line. The other stayed down on his hips, pulling them together faster and closer and harder.

“Jeff,” he panted, biting down on Jeff’s lower lip slightly. “Jeff.”

“Fuck, Chip,” Jeff muttered into Chip’s mouth, his whole body trembling in Chip’s arms. “Chip,” he whispered over and over quietly as he climaxed. The sound of Jeff’s trembling cry cause Chip to come as well.

“Jeff,” slipped from Chip’s lips.

They clung to each other silently, an air of orgasm and smell of sex hanging heavily around them. Jeff, body racked with tension, began to slowly relax into Chip’s arms, the two of them melding together. Water rained around them, dripping over them, washing away the sweat and the stickiness, but they still held on.

Chip touched his forehead to Jeff’s. Jeff, with heavy lids, let out a quiet laugh. Chip smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the lips.

Continuing to chuckle softly, Jeff muttered into Chip‘s shoulder, “Can I take my shower yet?”

Chip starting laughing now, patted him gently on the cheek. “Nice try, but I have to take another shower time. A real one this time.”

Jeff pulled away from him, a grin on his face. “Are you joking?”

Chip simply smiled deviously, pointed his finger out of the shower curtain.

“Like I said before, I’m going to kill you,” Jeff stated, the smile still on his face.

“You love me and you know it,” Chip responded. Jeff cocked his head to the left. He kissed Chip on the cheek, lingering there for a minute.

“Yeah, I do...”

[fin]

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