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M through R › One Tree Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,792
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Tree Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Going Under
Title: Going Under
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, angst, anal, oral, language
Spoilers: S2
Pairings: Nathan/Chris Keller
Summary: Nathan’s sinking lower and lower, Chris tries his luck.
Setting: S2
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.
Author’s Note: I know Nathan never quite reaches this level of self-destruction, but it’s fiction, so go with it.
When Chris Keller decides that this is the perfect moment to not so subtly offer to take Nathan to bed, he expects Nathan’s fist to answer. But the drunken teenager, evidently lost in his own self-pity, can’t even bring himself to do that. He just looks at Chris with a confused expression, as if he’s not sure how to answer. This is usually where Chris would claim that his suggestion was a joke, but something in Nathan’s silence makes the words catch in his throat. He hasn’t been punched or told to go to hell and that’s certainly a step up from their relationship so far. So Chris pushes his luck and pulls Nathan’s t-shirt, dragging him into a kiss that isn’t reciprocated.
Still, Nathan makes no effort to push him away, passively letting Chris do this to him without expressing an opinion either way.
Annoyed, Chris pulls back and looks at him. “You want to forget Haley for a while?”
Nathan doesn’t reply at first, but eventually nods slightly. It’s enough of an answer for Chris, who takes Nathan by the shoulder and gently pushes him against the wall of the recording studio.
Nathan looks almost vulnerable like this, so much so that Chris feels a spark of power over the usually intimidating boy, one that runs directly to his groin. His hands slip under Nathan’s t-shirt, sliding up until he pulls it over the younger boy’s head, with a little help from Nathan.
“Feels wrong, doesn’t it?” Chris teases, his hands back on that well muscled chest, caressing the heated skin softly. “Chris Keller will make you forget all about her.”
Nathan’s head tilts back slightly as he looks up at the ceiling, not wanting to see who’s making him feel like this. Chris is right; it does feel wrong, so much so that he’s sure he’ll repress all memory of it by next morning. But his cock is already stirring, regardless of how much he doesn’t want it to. And there’s a sick voice in his head telling him Haley deserves this…that in some ways, its justice.
So he doesn’t feel as bad as he thought he would when Chris’ lips wrap around his cock. It still feels wrong. There’s a twisted knot in his stomach that seems to promise nothing but regret when it’s all over. But that same feeling is making him harder than ever, and he craves it more and more as Chris continues. For the first time in a long time, Nathan can feel a respite from the mess of emotions he’s been through these past few months. The thrill of letting his enemy do this to him is intoxicating, threatening to rip the climax from his body at any moment. So Nathan utters a string of unintelligible curses and lets his body have its release, closing his eyes and holding onto it as long as he can.
Chris, however, isn’t done just yet. He stands and watches Nathan lose himself in a post-orgasmic haze, his fist gently stroking his own erection in anticipation. When Nathan finally opens his eyes and settles on Chris, he realises the other boy’s intentions.
“Turn round.” Chris orders, hint of a smirk forming as Nathan does it without putting up a fight. “Man, she really did a number on you…” He mutters, amusedly.
“You’re supposed to be making me forget.” Nathan reminds him, irritated.
Chris sucks on his finger before sliding it inside Nathan without warning. “This is gonna make you forget your own name.” He promises, boastfully, being none too gentle as he finger fucks the younger boy without mercy.
Nathan winces at the pain, his fists clenching as he leans against the wall. With each finger Chris adds, the pain intensifies…and Nathan can’t hold back the moan of pleasurable pain that’s building inside him.
“Gonna fuck you now.” Chris warns him, pressing his body against Nathan’s as a reminder of just how hard his dick is. “And it’s gonna hurt.”
Nathan swallows the lump in his throat and nods. “Good.”
Chris laughs as he presses his cock against Nathan’s hole menacingly. “No going back after this…”
“Do it!” Nathan hisses, angrily. He has to choke back a cry of pain as Chris pushes inside him, not nearly as brutally as he could have, but more than enough to make sure Nathan feels it. “Don’t stop.” Nathan adds, his voice shaking slightly. All that pain she’d caused him no longer means anything in comparison to the overwhelming perversity of letting Chris Keller use him like this. Not even the alcohol had managed to do that.
Chris knows he should feel guilty about taking advantage of Nathan’s drunken emotional breakdown, but as he thrusts a little deeper into the willing boy’s ass and hears him groan in tormented gratification, guilt is the last thing on his mind. And while Nathan is getting off on the perversity of the situation, Chris has his own perversions to contend with. Fucking over Nathan Scott has its benefits, and Chris has great pleasure in knowing Haley’s husband will never forget being such an easy lay for a guy he supposedly hates.
“Harder.” Nathan mutters, wincing as Chris obliges with a smirk. Nathan can feel himself reaching a whole new level of self-destruction with every thrust inside his abused body.
Before long, Chris comes, violently driving into Nathan one last time, pulling out slowly once he’s done. “Does Haley know you’re this fucked up?” He sneers, tucking himself back into his jeans.
Nathan grabs him by the throat and pins him against the wall in one swift movement.
Disappointed that his glimmer of power over Nathan has ended, Chris shifts uncomfortably in Nathan’s grasp, feigning a look of indifference. “What? No cuddling?”
Nathan glares at him, but lets him go, his anger subsiding. “You tell anyone about this and…”
“You’re assuming I want people to know.” Chris retorts, rubbing his neck.
“It never happened.” Nathan states, his confidence faltering. It’s slowly beginning to hit him what he’s just done. And despite the much-needed breather from the agonising feelings of betrayal, Nathan knows that will only last so long. Sooner or later, he’ll have to face up to how low he has sunk just to stop hurting.
Chris pushes himself off the wall and returns to what he’d been doing when Nathan had first burst into the room to start an argument with him. He doesn’t react when Nathan comes up behind him, just waits to see if the teenage boy will be brave enough to admit he’ll be back.
As expected, Nathan chickens out and leaves without a word.
“Next time come by my place!” Chris calls after him, smirking as Nathan slams the door, knowing it’ll only be a matter of time before Nathan returns. And Chris isn’t ashamed to admit he can’t wait.
End.
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, angst, anal, oral, language
Spoilers: S2
Pairings: Nathan/Chris Keller
Summary: Nathan’s sinking lower and lower, Chris tries his luck.
Setting: S2
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.
Author’s Note: I know Nathan never quite reaches this level of self-destruction, but it’s fiction, so go with it.
When Chris Keller decides that this is the perfect moment to not so subtly offer to take Nathan to bed, he expects Nathan’s fist to answer. But the drunken teenager, evidently lost in his own self-pity, can’t even bring himself to do that. He just looks at Chris with a confused expression, as if he’s not sure how to answer. This is usually where Chris would claim that his suggestion was a joke, but something in Nathan’s silence makes the words catch in his throat. He hasn’t been punched or told to go to hell and that’s certainly a step up from their relationship so far. So Chris pushes his luck and pulls Nathan’s t-shirt, dragging him into a kiss that isn’t reciprocated.
Still, Nathan makes no effort to push him away, passively letting Chris do this to him without expressing an opinion either way.
Annoyed, Chris pulls back and looks at him. “You want to forget Haley for a while?”
Nathan doesn’t reply at first, but eventually nods slightly. It’s enough of an answer for Chris, who takes Nathan by the shoulder and gently pushes him against the wall of the recording studio.
Nathan looks almost vulnerable like this, so much so that Chris feels a spark of power over the usually intimidating boy, one that runs directly to his groin. His hands slip under Nathan’s t-shirt, sliding up until he pulls it over the younger boy’s head, with a little help from Nathan.
“Feels wrong, doesn’t it?” Chris teases, his hands back on that well muscled chest, caressing the heated skin softly. “Chris Keller will make you forget all about her.”
Nathan’s head tilts back slightly as he looks up at the ceiling, not wanting to see who’s making him feel like this. Chris is right; it does feel wrong, so much so that he’s sure he’ll repress all memory of it by next morning. But his cock is already stirring, regardless of how much he doesn’t want it to. And there’s a sick voice in his head telling him Haley deserves this…that in some ways, its justice.
So he doesn’t feel as bad as he thought he would when Chris’ lips wrap around his cock. It still feels wrong. There’s a twisted knot in his stomach that seems to promise nothing but regret when it’s all over. But that same feeling is making him harder than ever, and he craves it more and more as Chris continues. For the first time in a long time, Nathan can feel a respite from the mess of emotions he’s been through these past few months. The thrill of letting his enemy do this to him is intoxicating, threatening to rip the climax from his body at any moment. So Nathan utters a string of unintelligible curses and lets his body have its release, closing his eyes and holding onto it as long as he can.
Chris, however, isn’t done just yet. He stands and watches Nathan lose himself in a post-orgasmic haze, his fist gently stroking his own erection in anticipation. When Nathan finally opens his eyes and settles on Chris, he realises the other boy’s intentions.
“Turn round.” Chris orders, hint of a smirk forming as Nathan does it without putting up a fight. “Man, she really did a number on you…” He mutters, amusedly.
“You’re supposed to be making me forget.” Nathan reminds him, irritated.
Chris sucks on his finger before sliding it inside Nathan without warning. “This is gonna make you forget your own name.” He promises, boastfully, being none too gentle as he finger fucks the younger boy without mercy.
Nathan winces at the pain, his fists clenching as he leans against the wall. With each finger Chris adds, the pain intensifies…and Nathan can’t hold back the moan of pleasurable pain that’s building inside him.
“Gonna fuck you now.” Chris warns him, pressing his body against Nathan’s as a reminder of just how hard his dick is. “And it’s gonna hurt.”
Nathan swallows the lump in his throat and nods. “Good.”
Chris laughs as he presses his cock against Nathan’s hole menacingly. “No going back after this…”
“Do it!” Nathan hisses, angrily. He has to choke back a cry of pain as Chris pushes inside him, not nearly as brutally as he could have, but more than enough to make sure Nathan feels it. “Don’t stop.” Nathan adds, his voice shaking slightly. All that pain she’d caused him no longer means anything in comparison to the overwhelming perversity of letting Chris Keller use him like this. Not even the alcohol had managed to do that.
Chris knows he should feel guilty about taking advantage of Nathan’s drunken emotional breakdown, but as he thrusts a little deeper into the willing boy’s ass and hears him groan in tormented gratification, guilt is the last thing on his mind. And while Nathan is getting off on the perversity of the situation, Chris has his own perversions to contend with. Fucking over Nathan Scott has its benefits, and Chris has great pleasure in knowing Haley’s husband will never forget being such an easy lay for a guy he supposedly hates.
“Harder.” Nathan mutters, wincing as Chris obliges with a smirk. Nathan can feel himself reaching a whole new level of self-destruction with every thrust inside his abused body.
Before long, Chris comes, violently driving into Nathan one last time, pulling out slowly once he’s done. “Does Haley know you’re this fucked up?” He sneers, tucking himself back into his jeans.
Nathan grabs him by the throat and pins him against the wall in one swift movement.
Disappointed that his glimmer of power over Nathan has ended, Chris shifts uncomfortably in Nathan’s grasp, feigning a look of indifference. “What? No cuddling?”
Nathan glares at him, but lets him go, his anger subsiding. “You tell anyone about this and…”
“You’re assuming I want people to know.” Chris retorts, rubbing his neck.
“It never happened.” Nathan states, his confidence faltering. It’s slowly beginning to hit him what he’s just done. And despite the much-needed breather from the agonising feelings of betrayal, Nathan knows that will only last so long. Sooner or later, he’ll have to face up to how low he has sunk just to stop hurting.
Chris pushes himself off the wall and returns to what he’d been doing when Nathan had first burst into the room to start an argument with him. He doesn’t react when Nathan comes up behind him, just waits to see if the teenage boy will be brave enough to admit he’ll be back.
As expected, Nathan chickens out and leaves without a word.
“Next time come by my place!” Chris calls after him, smirking as Nathan slams the door, knowing it’ll only be a matter of time before Nathan returns. And Chris isn’t ashamed to admit he can’t wait.
End.