Morning After

Title: Morning After
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, language, sex
Spoilers: S3, most of it, not including last few episodes
Pairings: Lucas/Chris
Summary: Lucas can only wish this was another one of Haley’s insane dreams. Because he just woke up next to Chris Keller.
Word Count: 2,330
Setting: Somewhere in S3 where Lucas and Brooke are still non-exclusive and Chris Keller is in town
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.

Lucas can’t bring himself to believe what he’s done when he finally wakes the next morning and feels the warmth of a very unfeminine body next to his own. His head feels almost too heavy to lift, but out of sick fear he forces it to, gently turning to discover who it is lying next to him in his own bed.

A foreign hand lies carelessly on his waist, flinching briefly as Lucas moves. By the time Lucas has discovered the identity of the man sharing his bed, the man in question is looking right back at him.

“Morning, baby.” Chris Keller smiles, his hand slipping further round Lucas’ waist until Lucas can feel the other man’s body pressing firmly against his. He turns back round quickly, ignoring the head spin, which inevitably follows after moving too fast with the hangover from hell.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas demands, failing to stop himself from revealing just how panicked he is.

Chris laughs, his fingers now dancing playfully over Lucas’ abs. “What a surprise. Looks like someone woke up straight this morning. I did warn you you’d regret this.”

Lucas immediately pulls free and practically falls out of the bed. Regaining his balance quickly, he soon realises that it was a very bad idea, because now he’s standing naked in front of an equally naked Chris Keller.

Chris smirks at Lucas’ embarrassment, shaking his head as he lies back and looks up at the ceiling, not at all affected by the situation. “I’m gonna guess your mom won’t approve of this.”

“Get out.” Lucas demands as he dresses haphazardly. “Whatever happened last night didn’t happen, okay?”

Chris rolls his eyes and begrudgingly climbs out of bed. “See, this is why I don’t fuck teenage boys. Too much drama.”

Lucas feels sick the moment Chris says it…

“You okay? You look like you’re gonna puke. Chris Keller doesn’t handle puke all that well.” Chris warns him, keeping his distance.

“Yeah, well Chris Keller can leave.” Lucas mutters at him, reaching out to grab his desk to steady himself. None of this makes sense…what would possess him to do something like this? No amount of alcohol should be able to impair someone’s judgement this severely.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Chris asks as he dresses, seeing the look of disbelief on Lucas’ face. “I knew you were drunk, but blocking the whole night out? That’s pretty impressive.”

Lucas turns to face him angrily. “So what, you took advantage? You’re sick.”

“Advantage? Dude, you were coming onto me. This was all your idea.” Chris informs him, with great pleasure. “Don’t blame yourself though, I am irresistible after all.”

“This has got to be a joke…” Lucas murmurs to himself.

Fully clothed, Chris heads for the back door and smiles sweetly. “Call me.”

“If you tell anyone about this…” But the door closes before Lucas can finish the threat. Chris is gone.

And Lucas wishes he could stop the memories from returning as he starts to recall groping Chris in public.

“Oh God…”

He vaguely remembers Chris telling him about the string of guys he’d fucked on tour…to which Lucas had replied…

“I like guys.” Lucas cringes as he says it out loud. Had he really admitted that to Chris-fucking-Keller? The rest is still blurry and for that Lucas is thankful, he can barely deal with the fact he’s slept with a guy without having to deal with images of fucking one of the few people he can’t stand.

He makes a promise to himself he’ll deal with this later. For now, he needs aspirin and a lie in. And hopefully no memories of the activities performed in his bed the night before.

*~*~*~*

Lucas manages to avoid all the right people over the next few days. Brooke, Nathan, Haley and Chris being top of that list, for obvious reasons. And while he understands why he can’t stop thinking about what he’s done…he doesn’t understand why he can’t stop thinking about Chris.

Well, maybe he can.

This is far from the first time Lucas has had these kind of thoughts about the same sex. Unfortunately this is the first time he’s ever done anything about it. And that in itself is a huge step. Especially when he doesn’t even remember it.

After thinking about it none stop, Lucas finally gives in to whatever part of his brain that thinks seeing Chris again will help him make an informed decision. If anything, it will at least tell him whether his ‘mistake’ was entirely to be blamed on alcohol.

He goes to see Chris.

*~*~*~*

“I didn’t tell anyone!” Chris puts his hands up in protest as Lucas heads in his direction.

“Shut up!” Lucas warns, looking around the music store to see if anyone is listening in. “I need you to meet me.”

Chris quickly puts his hands down and gives him a smug look. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Lucas now knows for sure this is the stupidest thing he’s done since…well, since he last did this. But at least he could blame the alcohol then. “Forget it.” He turns to leave, a weight lifted from his shoulders soon replaced by a nagging feeling in his gut.

“Wait!” Chris calls after him. “Where and when?”

Lucas stops but doesn’t turn round. He knows he should just walk away and forget this mess but… “Your place, eight.”

Finally he leaves, both dreading and anticipating their so-called meeting later that day. How it was possible to be so repulsed by a human being and so turned on at the same time was not something Lucas could figure out. He did, however, know that if he did call it off, another drunken mistake was inevitable. Better to know for sure than to pass it off as alcohol-induced insanity.

*~*~*~*

Chris Keller opens the door casually, leaving it open as he walks away as a silent invitation. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.” He smirks, heading to the refrigerator and pulling out two beers. “Want one?”

Lucas reluctantly takes it, thinking back to the night he could barely remember. Whilst keeping a clear head is important, Lucas knows he’s going to need all the fake courage he can muster if he’s actually going to go through this sober. “Thanks.”

Chris nods in reply, watching Lucas amusedly. “Lighten up. You look like you’re here to kill me or something. You’re not, right?”

“I just needed to…” Lucas breaks off. He can’t remember the words he’s rehearsed all day, now he’s on his own. “I want to, uh…” Words, for the first time in his life, are failing him miserably.

“You came here to fuck Chris Keller.” Chris tells him, once again with the stupid grin. He reminds Lucas of Tim…and that’s not a good thing. “Oh, its okay. I don’t mind being used like some kind of whore while you’re trying to figure out which side you want to play on.”

“I never said…” But Lucas knows there’s no point arguing. So he concedes. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine…it was probably a stupid idea coming here in the first place, so I’ll just go…”

“I wasn’t being sarcastic.” Chris explains, frowning at Lucas’ behaviour. “I’m serious. Chris Keller doesn’t mind being used. Chris Keller…”

”Okay, you have to stop that. I know who you are.” Lucas interrupts pointlessly. He sighs at the stupidity of it all. “If we’re going to do this its got to be sooner rather than later, because later I may just stop wanting to have sex and start wanting to hurt you, okay?”

“You Scott boys are all the same.” Chris rolls his eyes. “Fine…take your clothes off.”

Lucas freezes, surprised by the sudden order.

“Okay, I see we’re going to need to start with the basics.” Chris says, patronizingly. “You can’t have sex whilst fully clothed. Well, actually, this one time, I was on tour and…”

”I know how to do it. I didn’t come here to be tutored.” Lucas growls at him.

Chris just laughs and heads to his bedroom. “I suppose that means I won’t be getting paid?”

Irritated beyond all normal limitations, Lucas considers leaving. Again.

“Do I get to fuck you this time?” Chris calls out from the other room.

Lucas follows him and hovers at the bedroom door. “You mean I…? Last time?”

“Of course.” Chris sighs impatiently, sitting on his bed.

“I don’t remember.” Lucas points out. Anything to distract from what this was leading to.

“Well, did you wake up with the feeling someone had shoved something up your ass? Because that’s usually a sign you got fucked.” Chris jokes, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it away. “So get naked and show me those tricks again.”

“Tricks? What tricks? Are you making this up? Because if you are, you’re a dead man.” Lucas threatens again.

“You’re way more fun when you’re drunk, you know that?” Chris mutters, kicking off the rest of his clothing. “For a virgin, you sure knew what you were doing that night. None of this ‘I’m just experimenting’ crap. Are you going to do this or not, Scott?”

Lucas bites his lip. He really can’t do this…

“Look, if you wanted to do this, I’d have you calling out my name by now. But as I don’t, Chris Keller is going to have to say goodnight.” Chris stands, not bothered by his nudity, nor by the way Lucas is staring at him. “Maybe next time.”

Lucas reaches out and grabs Chris’ wrist as the older man turns away from him. “Wait, I do want this…”

“Prove it.” Chris challenges.

Lucas pulls his sweater off, before dropping it reluctantly on the floor. He swallows nervously as Chris steps closer and runs his hands against Lucas’ chest.

“It’s a start.” Chris says, moving in slowly to place several kisses against Lucas’ neck, each one trailing higher until their lips are painfully close. To Chris’ amusement, Lucas closes the gap first with an awkward kiss.

“Chris Keller doesn’t usually kiss one night stands.” Chris pulls back to point out.

“Well, Lucas Scott does.” Wanting partly to shut Chris up for a while, Lucas kisses him again, this time with a little less apprehension and a lot more enthusiasm. It brings back memories the alcohol had failed to kill, something which only succeeds in spurring Lucas on. He knows this is why he’s here…his dick is getting hard fast, just at the thought of what they’re about to do.

Forgetting his nerves, Lucas reaches out to let his hands explore Chris’ body, pulling them together as their lips begin kissing new places. Once Lucas has lost the rest of his clothing, it isn’t long before they’re on the bed, hands growing far more adventurous, with their legs tangled up in each other.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Lucas asks, trying to focus as Chris tongues his right nipple. “’Cause we need protection.”

Chris lets his teeth graze against Lucas’ nipple in the hopes it will stop him worrying and get his head back in the game. It works beautifully and soon Lucas is practically out of breath from the attention his body is getting. His cock is about ready to explode as Chris’ hands clasp the shaft, teasing him with gentle strokes.

Before Lucas can come, Chris stops and moves away, opening a nearby draw and rooting around until he finds what he’s looking for. Lucas knows what he’s doing, but really, really wishes Chris would return to finish the job.

Chris returns, with both the protection and the lube…something Lucas hadn’t even considered. “You’re gonna need this.” Chris assures him with a smile.

“Hurry up!” Lucas complains, his hand closing around his cock to relieve the desperation he feels after being so close…

“Be nice to the guy who’s about to fuck your virgin ass.” Chris advises him, tossing the lube aside. “This is going hurt, so relax.”

Lucas nods, too far gone to worry now. He just needs to have Chris inside him when he comes, needs it so badly he can’t think about anything else. He moans as fingers gradually stretch his ass, rubbing against his prostate enough to make his whole body tense with pleasure. And when Chris finally eases inside him, despite the pain, Lucas knows then and there this is what he wants. The fist around his cock speeds up as he feels the orgasm building up once more. And Chris looks like he’s not far behind, grunting as he thrusts carefully into the younger boy’s ass, his eyes trailing down the beautiful body below him, watching as Lucas comes in short spurts across his own chest accompanied by moans of absolute pleasure.

Chris groans at the sight and throws his head back. “Chris Keller’s going to…come!” One more strangled sound and Chris’ body relaxes, half-falling down on top of Lucas.

Both boys are breathing hard, enjoying the afterglow, too tired to move just yet. But when Chris finally moves away, Lucas moans. “Ow…ow…”

“Told you it would hurt.” Chris half-smiles, gently pulling out of him.

Lucas hisses in pain before rolling onto his side. “I’m okay.”

“Glad to hear it.” Chris stands up and heads to the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. You can rest here for a while if you want?” The sound of the shower running blasts out.

Lucas forces himself to move, carefully standing and heading over to the bathroom. He sees Chris’ body through the tinted glass and wonders why he doesn’t want to leave. He got what he came for after all.

Giving in, Lucas opens the shower door, stepping inside. Chris simply smirks at him and pushes him against the wall, kissing him as the water streams around them. “And here I was thinking you were straight.”

“And here I was thinking you don’t kiss your one night stands.” Lucas retorts, his own smirk forming.

End.