Vic climbed the bed eagerly, giggling a little as he laid down on his back. Chris climbed on the end of the bed. "This is what you want, right?"

"Yes, " he nodded fast, biting his lips and taking off his shirt.

"How do you want to do this?" Chris asked as he removed his own shirt.

"Just come here, " he whispered, sitting up a little so he could press his lips against Chris'.

Chris didn't object to this as he allowed the intrusion. Vic's soft lips felt like heaven against his own.

Vic hummed, his hands going to Chris' shoulders and pulling him down with him, his thumb caressing the taller's neck skin.

Chris' hands cupped Vic's face, it was clear that Chris wanted the smaller boy as much as the other wanted him. Chris' burdening perversion was becoming all to obvious as he rocked a semi.

Vic let his hands wander down, to his waist. His fingers dug on the skin, pulling him closer, feeling their crotches pressing together.

"I-I need you."

Vic nodded against the his dominant's neck as he sucked on the skin.

Chris barely sat down, his fingers skillfully pushing the sweatpants down to the middle of Vic's thighs, shuffling so that he could get one leg out then the other.

"I see you're excited." Chris teased as his hips rocked against Vic's.

"Shut up, " Vic whined, bringing his hands to his face, wrapping his legs around his middle, pulling Chris against him.

One of Chris' hands moved down Vic's chest, slipping inside his boxers.

"Fuck!" he moaned, arching his back and grinding against Chris' hand.

"Take it off," he whimpered, tugging at the other male's sweatpants.

Chris didn't have to be told twice as he pulled the older ones boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

"Fuck!" he moaned, arching his back and grinding against Chris' hand.

"Take it off," he whimpered, tugging at the other male's sweatpants.

Chris didn't have to be told twice as he pulled the older ones boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

Vic panted, clutching the bedsheets. Chris leaned down again, kissing his lips once again before Vic pushed him off, making his sit down. The smaller one took his boxers off completely before straddling Chris, kissing his lips, then his neck, chest, all the way down his happy trail.

Chris knew where the latter of them was going, his breath giving tiny whimpers to the pretty one as he licked up and down his happy trail.

Vic looked up at him, fingers curling on the waistband of the latter's pants. "May I take it off?" He mocked with a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes, raising his hips so Vic could, well, take it off.

Vic didn't know how big Chris is, though due to his suspicions, he was sure he was big.

Once his sweatpants were off, Vic let himself get back down. He held Chris on his hands, stimulating him lightly. He bit his lip, taking every detail in. He gulped, gazing up at his friend through hooded eyes before he leaned down to lick a stripe on the tip.

"Much bigger than my imagination." Vic flirted as he continued his licks.

Chris snorted. "What imagination?" He heaved, laughing a little breathlessly before he moaned, one of his hands taking hold of Vic's curls.

"Fuck," Vic whimpered from the brutal forced as his head was forced sideways.

Chris pulled him up, kissing his lips briefly before pushing Vic off him, standing up.

"Lube?"

Vic nodded as he reached into the bedside table, pulling out a scented one.

Chris hummed, crawling back to Vic, lying his body over the smaller one, kissing him as he held the lube, gripping Vic's thighs and pressing them against his sides, squeezing a little at the feeling of his arms wrapping around his neck and playing with his hair.

"Please just fuck me." Vic whimpered, becoming impatient.

Chris glanced at him over narrowed eyes, uncapping the lube and getting some on his fingers, somehow with one hand only. He brought his hand to Vic's entrance.

"Beg," he almost growled.

"Please daddy, I want to feel you inside me, controlling my whole body.

"You're such a whore, aren't you?" He slowly inserted one finger, watching every pleasure face Vic made.

"Y-yes." Vic moaned back with ecstasy obvious in his expression.

Chris hummed, burying his finger in Vic, curling and feeling around, trying to see if he could find his spot.

"M-more, " Vic whispered, his nails now digging on Chris' arms.

He didn't have to be told twice as he circled another finger.

He pushed it in, relishing so much on the way Vic closed his eyes and bit his lip, looking sort of ecstatic.

"Tell me how you feel."

"It, fuck, it feels so good... But I want more, oh please, give me more, I want to feel you, please, please, please."

"You so fucking sexy when you beg." Chris said as he grabbed his manhood.

Vic closed his eyes when he felt Chris nudging his entrance, arching his back as he slowly got the tip in. He sighed, humming and whimpering.

Chris captured Vic's lips to try and focus his mind in something else. The way Vic perfectly stretched around Chris' tip was like a puzzle piece.

Vic moaned into the kiss, interrupting it to arch his back. He wrapped his legs around Chris' hips, pulling him closer so he was completely inside him.

"I love you so much." Chris moaned as he stalled inside Vic.

Vic frowned. Of course, Chris was his best friend, he must love him, right?

"Love you too, " he whispered. He did, just not romantically.

"Vic?" Chris asked.

Vic hummed, to tell the man that he was listening. He exhaled, opening his eyes.

"Is everything alright? I saw that look in your eyes."

"What do you mean?" He said. He gulped, tightening his legs around Chris, moaning a little as he went deeper.

"I'm sorry, we can't do this." Chris said as he tried to pull out, though Vic's legs remained firm.

"Wait, what do you-" Chris grabbed his legs, holding them out so he could get out. "Chris!" Vic whined, "what's wrong?"

"This isn't fair on you." He spoke as he put his boxers back on. "I can tell when something's on your mind."
"No, no, no, come back here!" Vic cried out, sitting up and grabbing his boxers from the floor.

"I can't do this, we can't happen." Chris spoke slowly, trying to hold back the tears as he changed into his trousers. "You're mind isn't on me, is it?"

"Chris, don't say that, please! I need you here right now..." His exclaim turned into a mumble as he watched Chris' gaze sadden. He didn't answer the man, he couldn't. Maybe he thought that they could be more than friends but less than lovers, but he realized then that Chris didn't want that.

"It's not that I don't want to be with you, I do. But," he stopped himself. "I know how you feel about Kellin."

"But we can just fuck, can't we?" Vic tried weakly.

"Maybe another time." Chris whispered as he pulled his hands to his face, wiping away his tears. "Your mind is everywhere and you don't know what you want. You're not emotionally stable and that would be considered rape. I'm not doing that to you."

"No, it's not, I'm literally begging you, " Vic said. He wasn't as horny anymore, he was annoyed. He wanted to get fucked, people didn't have their say on his wants. He put his pants back.

"Ask yourself this." Chris started as he grabbed his shirt. "What would you rather save, my feelings, or Kellin's life?"

"Wha- Chris, what the hell are you saying?" Vic harshly put his shirt back on too.

"The location said 'basement' and we got a combination. I think I know where he is."

Vic frowned. He was irritated, but Chris simply spoke out of the blue. It was gratifying that he knew where but, couldn't he have said it before they were at it? Vic sighed. At least they could find Kellin.

131074 Ali's street.