Ugly Curtains and bad Paint

A/N: I have never seen this show, well like once. This all R. Erin’s fault!!! All her fault!!!! She made me do it.
Disclaimer: Duh, I don’t own it.
Summery: Chris and Steven get into a small fight, sex happens.
ONE THING!!! Let us just say that the camera people took a lunch break or something…okay.


Steven shook his head and yanked at the curtain fabric, “It’s all wrong!” he announced, pulling it down and tossing it aside, “No. They don’t work at all!”

“What are you talking about?” Chris asks angrily, his hands on his hips, “They work perfectly! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find anything that goes with that god awful wall color you picked?!” He was fuming at the insults given to his, in is mind, wonderful curtains.

“Oh please! The wall color is fabulous! But your curtains are HIDEOUS!”

Chris narrowed his eyes to a glare, “What on earth are you talking about! If you hadn’t picked such an unbelievably horrid color for the walls,” Chris advanced on Steven, anger burning in his eyes, “It is nowhere near what she wanted. And then you have the audacity to insult my curtains!” At this Chris and taken to waving his arms around to emphasize his point. He was pissed.

Steven glared right back at Chris, “Well I have no idea what you are babbling about! The paint is beautiful!”

“Oh please! You should not be aloud to design anything! Much less be on this show!”

Steven took an angry step forward, “Look who’s talking,” His voice had a dangerous edge, “How dare you insult MY work.”

At this time, they were mere inches from each other, their faces close, and “Your work happens to suck right now.”

“Oh really?” Their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath brushing against their faces. “Well, if you are really the better one here, prove it.”

The kiss came suddenly, taking both of them by slight surprise. Steven berried his hands in Chris’s hair and brought him closer, licking his lower lip for permission to enter. Chris parted his lips and allowed Steven’s tongue to dart into his mouth and caress his tongue and bottom lip.

Chris moaned into the kiss and darted his tongue out to meet Stevens in a saliva-coated dance. Steven’s hands flew down to the zipper on Chris’s pants. He rubbed Chris through the thin fabric, coaxing him to full arousal. Chris latched on to Steven’s shoulders, holding himself up. Steven captured Chris’s lips in another bruising kiss as he undid his zipper at an agonizingly slow pace. Chris bit down on Steven’s lip when he felt a hand snake down inside his pants.

Steven grasped Chris’s erection in his knowing finger and rubbed the head with a slightly callused thumb. Chris gasped and dug his nails deep into Steven’s shoulders. Steven’s mouth swallowed up the sounds of Chris’s moans.

Chris did not even notice when Steven started pushing him backward, not until his back connected with a wall. He let out an “Oof!” noise but never let Steven’s lips leave his. At some point, Chris’s pants were pulled down and shoved away, same with his underwear. He gasped at the feel of the air against his hardened member. When Steven pressed against him, Chris found out that he was not the only one without pants on.

Steven held Chris against the wall and pressed flush against him. Chris threw his head back, hitting it against the wall, and let out a cry of pleasure. Steven devoured the beautiful naked before him, showering it with nips and licks. He licked his way up from Chris’s collarbone to his ear lobe, which he nibbled and then soothed with his constantly at work tongue.

Thrusting forward with his hips, Chris moved his hands down from Steven’s shoulders to his lower back. He pulled Steven closer and moved his hips in a circular motion. It was Steven’s urn to bit his lip and moan. He pulled Chris’s head forward, his hands tangling in his hair. He kissed him hungrily, passion and need radiating off him, telling Chris just what he wanted.

Chris wanted it to. To long had he dreamed of Steven pounding into him. To long had he woken up with the object of his desire nowhere to around. Chris grabbed the front of Steven’s shirt and practically yanked the buttons right off in his hurry to remove any remaining clothes. Steven pulled Chris’s shirt off and tossed it into a corner to be dealt with later. Chris pushed away from the walled, shoved Steven back against a couch. They pair fell onto the leather; it stuck to their sweaty naked bodies.

Steven pressed Chris against the couch and straddled his legs. He looked down to take in every inch of flesh below him. Chris was everything he wanted, he was his sweet naked desire and he needed him more then air. Steven attacked Chris’s chest, taking one pert nipple in his needy mouth as a hand toyed with the other. Chris arched up into Steven’s touch, moaning and begging for more. Steven put his other hand to Chris’s mouth, silencing him so he would not be distracted from his work.

As he moved his head lower, Steven removed his hand from Chris’s mouth, allowing a yelp of pleasure to escape when he took Chris’s swollen erection into his mouth. Steven placed his hands on Chris’s hips to keep them from bucking upward.

The feelings Steven was causing to burn through Chris were almost too much to take. He dug his hands into Steven’s hair, trying to thrust deeper into his mouth, despite the strong hands holding him against the couch. Chris’s body started to jerk slightly with his oncoming orgasm. Just when he though he had reached his release, Steven’s warm wet mouth disappeared. Chris groaned at the loss of that beautiful mouth over his throbbing sex.

A silencing finger was placed over with lips, which he licked suggestively. Steven let Chris take his whole finger in his mouth and suck to his pleasure. Steven pressed another finger into his mouth and Chris got an idea as to what Steven had in mind for his moist fingers.

Steven threw one of Chris’ legs over the back of the couch, and the other went over his shoulder. He put his moist fingers to Chris’s entrance and pushed against the tight muscle. He slowly slid one finger in, moving it around inside of Chris. Chris gasped and bucked his hips, begging for more. The second finger was soon added, causing Chris to push forward, shoving them as far in as they could go. Steven moved them around, wiggling each finger, causing Chris to throw his head back in pleasure.

Then the fingers were gone and Chris was empty. He glared at Steven, shoving his hips up and forward so he was sure to get the message. Chris needed him inside.

Steven pressed the head of his hot burning need up against Chris’s waiting entrance. VERY slowly, Steven began to push in, not wanting to hurt Chris. However, this slowness was not what Chris wanted at that moment. He wrapped his legs around Steven’s waist and in one quick motion, pulled him forward and inside him. Chris let out a deafening cry of pleasure-laced pain.

Chris reached out to latch on to Steven, to something as he screamed his unbelievable pleasure. Seven thrust deep within him, hitting a spot that made him see stars. His back arched back as Steven hit it repeatedly. He thought he would die from the absolute euphoria he was feeling.

His burning white seed flowed out of him as he let out another yell of pure pleasure. Steven followed soon after him, filling his lover with his essence.

Steven fell over Chris, panting, and wrapped his arms around him. Chris searched around him with one hand and found the curtains Steven had pulled down earlier and wrapped it around them.

He wrapped his arms around Steven’s waist and mumbled softly, “okay you win. The curtains were awful.”

Steven smiled against Chris’s neck, “I know.”