Bored
There were few things Chris enjoyed more than getting a chance to sleep in late. Of all the luxuries he now could afford, this was the one he could never buy. Usually his life was spinning by so fast he was lucky to get a few hours, if that. But now, now he could laze about and stay in bed. It was quickly becoming his favorite activity.
Needless to say, then, being woken by nearly spilling out of bed when someone leapt on it was not bound to put him in a good mood.
"The fuck!" Chris hollered as he grabbed frantically onto the side of the bed, eyes shooting open.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," Joey beamed at him. "Did I wake you up?"
"Oh no, not at all. I was lying here with my eyes closed meditating." Chris sat up then slugged Joey's shoulder. "What the hell are you doing, Fatone? Trying to give the old man a heart attack?"
"Yes, it's all part of my diabolical plan to kill you off one by one so I get all the royalties to myself." Joey flopped down on the bed. "Actually if you remember correctly you were supposed to meet me for lunch."
"Right, I knew that." Chris scrubbed a hand across his face, trying to clear his mind. He had been in the middle of a dream involving Joey, spray cheese and a Ferris wheel. Needless to say he was feeling a bit disconcerted. “That doesn't explain what you're doing trying to scare me to death." Chris slid out of the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
"Chris, you were supposed to meet me at noon." Joey called after him.
"Yeah, so," Chris hollered back, turning on the shower.
"Chris. It's 1:00." Joey ambled over and leaned against the bathroom door, grinning at the puzzled look on Chris's face.
Chris paused for a moment. "Huh. Well, I was asleep. And you mind, Fatone?" Chris whipped a towel at the door, Joey snagging it out of the air.
"Like I haven't seen your naked ass before," Joey grinned as Chris flipped him off. "Fine, fine, fine, I'll meet you downstairs. I brought you food, you ungrateful bastard."
"You are far too good to me, fair Joseph," Chris called out before stepping into the shower. He showered quickly then shaved, trimming the beard horns. He brushed his teeth as he wandered into the bedroom, rooting through the dresser before shrugging and pulling out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. The basics were always the best.
Joey hummed a bit as he set the cartons on the kitchen counter, grabbing some plates from the cabinets. He still couldn't believe that Chris liked avocados on his roast beef sandwiches but hey, to each their own.
Joey nearly planted face first on the kitchen floor when the sudden weight landed on his back.
“Fuck! Warn a guy first." He staggered up, Chris still clinging to his back.
"And what would be the fun of that, huh, huh, huh, huh," Chris licked at Joey's ear then loosened his hold on Joey's neck, sliding down his back. "What did you bring me and it better be good."
"You are the most annoying person I've ever met," Joey scrubbed at his ear, pointing at the counter with his other hand. "One of those disgusting roast beef sandwiches you like so much. Seriously, man, how the hell do you eat that crap?" Joey reached over and grabbed his own turkey on rye. Boring, sure, but good nonetheless.
"You just do not appreciate the finer things in life." Chris took a big bite, humming his appreciation. "Ok, you're forgiven for trying to kill me. Damn this is good."
Joey smirked as he sat on one of the kitchen stools, taking a big bite himself. "Good to know that all I have to do is feed you to get you to forgive me." He chuckled as Chris rolled his eyes at him.
"Whatever. So," Chris grabbed a napkin, swiping at his face, "Where's the munchkin?"
"Off with the grandparents to be spoiled rotten and reminded that she is the most beautiful, perfect, angelic child to ever walk the face of the earth." Joey leaned back, opening the fridge door. "Dude. No beer. What is wrong with you?" He grabbed two bottles of water, tossing one over to Chris.
"Didn't make it to the store yesterday," Chris shrugged. "You'll live. So. No munchkin. No annoying bandmates." Chris's eyebrows rose. "Does this mean I get you to myself for the rest of the day?"
Joey grinned around the mouth of the bottle. "Yup." He set the bottle down and spread his arms. "All yours. Think you’re man enough?"
Chris slowly eyed him from head to toe. "Oh yes. I definitely think I'm ready for this jelly." He ducked, laughing as Joey balled up a napkin and threw it at him.
"Nice to see you have such good self-esteem." Joey picked up his sandwich, finishing it off in two quick bites. "And that you think I’m that easy."
"Fatone. I've known you how long now? I know you're that easy." Chris finished off his own sandwich, licking his fingers clean. "But I mean, if you don't think you're ready for the fabulousness that is me, well, can't say I blame you."
"Freak." Joey cuffed Chris as he headed into the living room. "What do you want to do? I seriously was about to go out of my mind with boredom."
"I don't know." Chris wandered into the living room behind him. "A little of this." Chris settled on the couch next to Joey, leaning over and sucking on the side of his neck. "And a little of that." He shifted, pressing Joey against the back of the couch, then sliding over and straddling his lap before leaning down and biting on Joey's earlobe.
"Oh, now that's not playing fair," Joey arched under Chris, tugging Chris's shirt out of his jeans, then sliding his palms along Chris's back.
"Fairness is highly overrated," Chris muttered as he pressed another kiss to the side of Joey's neck. "I prefer to keep people off balance."
“Well," Joey turned to catch Chris's mouth with his. "You do a helluva job of that." He could feel Chris grin into the kiss.
"I wouldn't want you to get bored," Chris murmured as he slowly bit down the front of Joey's throat. "Have to find something to occupy your time." His fingers were warm as they slipped under Joey's shirt, unerringly finding his nipples and pinching them with the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
"You know you," Joey's response died in his throat as Chris impatiently tugged his shirt up, teeth nipping at his chest. "God, Chris."
Chris glanced up, a grin dancing on his lips. "You really can just use one or other you know, you don't have to say both." He laughed as Joey swatted his ass, his fingers fumbling at Joey's belt. "C'mon lift those hips, tiger. Time to get these off."
Joey obediently lifted up, trying to pull Chris's shirt off at the same time. "Think you are far too dressed at the moment." He tugged a little harder and Chris's head caught for a moment, Chris's laughter trapped in the folds.
"Patience, my sweet." The grin was wicked as Chris's face came back in view, hands dropping to his own fly. Joey leaned back on the couch as Chris efficiently stripped then slid on top of Joey, their bodies gliding together easily.
"So," Joey bit lightly at Chris's ear, his hands kneading his ass, "anything in particular you're interested in this fine afternoon?"
"Mmmm" was the only response as Chris slowly pulled back, eyeing Joey with a dark gaze. Then he was moving, slipping slowly, so slowly down Joey's body, fingers just ghosting across flesh as he settled between Joey's thighs.
"Oh fuck," Joey bucked up helplessly as Chris sucked him in. No warning, no teasing, just the sudden wetness of his mouth and his tongue and "Oh fuck, fuck me," Joey moaned, hands scrabbling to hold onto the couch.
Chris pulled back, chuckling slightly, dipping back down and licking up the underside of Joey's cock. "Thought you might like that," he murmured, then bent back down, hands running along Joey's thighs.
Joey panted something, what he had no idea, as Chris worked him over, lips and tongue and teeth and hands and all he could do was lie there and hold on for dear life.
Chris bent his head just that perfect bit more, gently rolling Joey's balls in the palm of his hand and that was it. Joey arched high as he came, panting and shaking, eyes open wide. Chris leaned back, smirking as he wiped a hand across his mouth "I take it that was good for you?"
"Cocky shit," Joey growled, tugging Chris down. He kissed Chris deeply, trying to lick his taste from Chris's mouth. "Ok, one good turn deserves another." He flipped over, trapping Chris beneath him, glad that Chris favored oversized furniture. It wouldn't due to fall off the couch now.
"It's nice to know your parents raised such a gentleman." Chris yelped as Joey pinched his stomach.
"This is definitely not the time to be bringing up my mother." Joey nipped at Chris's thigh.
"Sorry, wasn't trying to distract you," Chris wriggled a bit and Joey grinned then licked up the length of Chris's cock.
“Well, I didn’t mean to break the mood either.” Joey slowly traced his hands along Chris’s thighs, his breath warm as he hovered over Chris before bending down again.
"Not, not a problem" Chris gasped out, shivering as Joey mouthed his way up and down, his tongue slipping out. "No problem at all."
"Glad to hear it," Joey replied, dragging his bottom lip over the head of Chris's cock. He smiled at the resulting gasp, then sucked on just the tip, sliding the shaft between his palms. He slowly sucked in just a bit more, taking his time, enjoying the taste and the feel of Chris quivering beneath him.
"Joey," the word stretched out as Chris thrust up. "Please, don't tease." Joey smiled to himself, then sucked hard, hands and mouth moving in unison. It didn't take long until he was swallowing convulsively, until Chris was lying spent, hair damp and body still twitching. Joey moved up, turning a bit so he wasn't resting fully on Chris.
"Thought maybe we might watch a movie, if you didn't have anything better to do." Joey ran a hand through Chris's hair, smiling slightly.
"Sounds good. Finally got the TV in the bedroom fixed." Chris sat up, arching a brow.
"Movie it is." Joey let Chris tug him up, and then followed behind him as they headed back to Chris's bedroom. "Did I mention that my parents have Bree until tomorrow?"
"Oh, all afternoon and all evening." Chris shoved Joey onto the bed. "Whatever shall I do with you?"
"I have a feeling you'll come up with something." Joey smiled as Chris settled on top of him. "You always do."