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He doesn’t mean to, but Nick is right there, and he’s gorgeous, flushed and dazed and looking at him with this stupidly soft look that makes his insides flip-flop anxiously, and suddenly he’s fumbling to his knees, hand clenching over Nick’s shoulder for balance as he crawls into his lap determinedly.
“Woah, easy, sweetheart,” Nick murmurs, steadying him with a hand on his hip, his other hand hanging off to the side with a joint clasped between two fingers. “Mm, hi,” he coos, once Chris settles in place with his knees digging into the mattress on either side of Nick’s hips.
“Hey,” Chris whispers, giggling despite himself. The hand not resting on Nick’s shoulder holds a nearly empty bottle of Jack that they’ve been passing back and forth since they were upstairs with Matt, before he abandoned them to sleep off his buzz and they decided to make their way downstairs to Chris’s room so they didn’t disturb him, and he lifts it to take a swig, hissing at the burn as it goes down. “Gimme.”
Nick eyes him with amusement, but does as told, lifting the joint to take a slow drag before leaning up. Chris’s lips part expectantly, hand sliding up to cup Nick’s face as he inhales the smoke his brother blows into his mouth, dizzy as it fills his lungs. “You are so out of it,” Nick laughs, squeezing his hip and nudging their noses together teasingly.
“Like you’re any better,” Chris huffs. “You’re so hot,” he adds, squirming, leaning back to rake his eyes down Nick’s face, the splotchy red all over his face, his lips pink and bitten, stretched wide with his laughter, and his eyes sparkling with amusement. Nick’s laugh tapers into a soft hum, then, and Chris shivers when he leans in to brush his lips along the edge of Chris’s jaw, teeth nipping sharply until he hisses, fingers pushing up to twist into his brother’s hair.
“Yeah?” Nick asks.
Chris nods, “Look so good like this,” and he feels the edges of Nick’s teeth as he smiles in response before he kisses the hinge of his jaw softly. The hand on his hip burns through the fabric of his sweats, and he really feels too hot, melting in his skin, but the touch tingles too, and he wants more of it, so he tugs at Nick’s hair and rocks down absently.
A soft groan pulls from his brother, and those pillowy lips give way to a hot tongue that presses to his throat like a brand. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed, and Nick’s hand slips up and in, pressing firmly into the small of his back.
“That’s it,” Nick murmurs, voice far off, and Chris whines in protest when the boy’s head lifts away. His eyes open to watch, an impatient demand losing its grip on the tip of his tongue when Nick takes another drag from the joint before stubbing it out. Anticipation sparks.
He shudders when calloused fingers slide up the side of his jaw while a thumb tugs at his lips, and swallows dryly when Nick leans in surely. When their lips touch, he gasps, head spinning as smoke fills his lungs. The pressure increases, mouths sliding together a little sloppily, their highs making them more uncoordinated than usual, and Chris whimpers, grinding down needily as blood dumps from his brain to below his waist in mere seconds.
“Nicky,” he gasps as Nick pries the bottle from his hand. “Nick, please—”
His brother pushes the bottle onto the bedside table. “Wish Matt was here,” he hears Nick whisper, right before lips move away to burn hot against his neck instead. He trembles at the words and the feeling; pictures Matt here with them, imagines the heat of his hands on Chris’s skin and his mouth on Chris’s neck. His body draws up, desperate and buzzing, and he shakes when Nick purrs into his throat, voice thick with lust and exhaustion, “Bet I could get you to do anything to each other,” eyes rolling back with a moan at the thought.
Choking on a sound, Chris manages, “Fuck, we’re doing this again, with him,” words choppy and breaths uneven.
Nick laughs, coaxing him deeper into his lap, and says, “You couldn’t pay me to keep my hands off you both, sweetheart,” before his fingers dip down into the back of Chris’s sweatpants and his tongue drags along his throat to his jaw.