Chris/Rick

[pensnest]

Well, so bun18 and I were watching NSYNC on Much Music, noting the cuteness of Rick and how often Chris seems to feel a need to tackle him; we were rendered completely hysterical by somebody's comment about how Chris was drooling (at the footage of Rick's ass, we believe)... so please, can I have a smutty something with Chris and Rick the Much Music presenter.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I've been eying this one for a while, but you know me and smut don't really hang out. But, I tried.

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“Way to be obvious,” Justin said, making no attempt to hide his grin. “You may as well have worn a headband saying I love Rick.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chris glanced at Justin before deliberately turned his attention back to threading his mic wire from under his shirt.

“Chris doesn’t need a headband, he does his wooing by switching chairs and flying tackles.” Lance waved his hand toward the studio. “To be seduced by Chris is to have your pigtails pulled.”

“First of all, wooed. Who says wooed any more?” Chris said, expressing his contempt with a particularly wild roll of his eyes. “B, Rick doesn’t have pigtails. Three, I don’t love him.”

“But you do want to jump his bones.” JC smiled happily, as if the thought of Chris and Rick having sex was the best thing ever.

“No, I really don’t, and you’d better not be imagining stuff.”

“Would I do that?” JC smiled even wider, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Chris.

“In a heart beat.” Chris watched JC for a moment, trying to interpret the meaning in the softly hummed fragment of a song, and the way JC nodded slightly, as if dancing to some internal melody; probably one that was pornographic.

“Seriously, Chris. You should just ask him out already.” Adopting his thinking expression – one that was seriously let down by the twitch at the corner of his mouth -- Joey reached out and placed his hand on Chris’ shoulder. “We won’t think less of you for wanting to bone Rick the Temp.”

Justin mirrored Joey’s expression, but in a very Justin like, eyebrows pulled together way. “Now if it were Ed the Sock, then we would have had a problem.”

“I don’t know,” Lance said. “Ed says stupid stuff, is surly and mean. He’s made for Chris.”

“Well yeah, but he’s still a sock, alright for thrusting into, but after that…” JC’s grin faded. “Chris, man, don’t date Ed.”

“I have no intention of dating Ed the Sock.” Chris promised, shaking his head as he placed his mic pack with the others. “I am, however, going to grab something to eat.”

For a moment Chris was tempted to hang on, wanting to hear the end of Joey’s sock sex story. Instead he slipped away, waving at security as he made his way to the small office Rick had claimed as his own, confident that the others still didn’t know how true their words were.

Chris smiled when the door was thrust open, and he was forcefully pulled inside.

“Finally, I thought you were never coming.”

“I had to assure JC about my intentions toward Ed the sock.”

“What?” Kicking the door shut with his foot, Rick hesitated, his fingers still curled around Chris’ wrist. “No, tell me later. When I don’t have to do this.”

Rick pushed Chris against the wall, one hand against his chest, holding him in place.

“Impatient, much.”

“You think?” Rick’s eyes glittered as he cupped his hand along the length of Chris’ jaw, holding him still. “Tackles and eye fucking on national tv are potent foreplay.”

“I thought so,” Chris said, feeling proud. Then further thoughts turned liquid as Rick pushed in close, his hip sharp against Chris’, his palm warm and dry as he slid it under Chris’ shirt, over his belly and chest. Involuntarily whimpering, Chris pressed close, breathing quickening with each touch. He shivered when Rick’s hands traced his ribs and down his sides, then kept on going, one hand cupping Chris’ dick through his pants, the other sliding under his waistband, teasing, pushing downwards despite the real risk that people could walk in at any time.

Each touch through his clothes was amplified by the noises Rick was making, the breathy sounds as he licked up Chris’ neck, leaving behind trails of cool skin. His teeth sharp as they nipped against Chris’ lower lip, pulling slightly, and Rick’s eyes were dark, promises hidden deep as they snatched this moment.

Inching in closer, Rick pressed his mouth against Chris’, kissing hard, and Chris closed his eyes, his heart racing as Rick took a step back.

Rick ran two of his fingers across Chris’ lips, a sure soft touch. “I’ve missed you.”

Which was something Chris understood; all too well.

[pensnest]

Oh, joy and rapture! I thought nobody would ever write me Rickfic! TrickyRick? This is lovely - the boys all recognising so well at the beginning what constitutes foreplay for a Kirkpatrick, and Justin's disturbing suggestion about Ed the Sock! And the end is yummy. Thank you!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I suspect that foreplay for a Kirkpatrick is a weird and wonderful thing.

Your comment about Justin and Ed the Sock has just given me a total giggling fit. Only Justin *g*

[turlough]

So much fun!!!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[rikes]

Ed the Sock? Oh Terri, only you. :D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

At least no sexin of the sock was actually described!

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Ed the sock! Ed! the sock! - you're a twisted, twisted mistress, you are ;p

*blows you a kiss* - much fun!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Doesn't everyone think of Edd the sock when they think of Rick? ;)

Thank you *smooch*