Fic: Brazen
The thing about Chris is that, quite frankly, he’s two different people. There’s Glee Chris, and non Glee Chris. Even at his hiatus busiest, non Glee Chris less tense, less short tempered, and surprisingly playful.
Oh, and completely, hopelessly, tirelessly desperate to be fucked.
Sex with Chris has always been fantastic; it’s no exaggeration to say it’s the best Will has ever had, and Chris has admitted this too. It was easy to think at first that it was the intensity of their connection. Will had attributed this to the undercurrents that propelled each stage of their relationship: friends who fucked because they couldn’t stop the riptide of desire and longing, then not quite friends who kept fucking despite Chris’s denial that it was more, and finally something even Chris couldn’t deny.
No matter how much Chris tried to keep things from progressing because he was trying to protect Will from the insanity of his life, there came a point where it became ridiculous, trying to stop it. That instant connection, that thing that could not be helped, fueled mind blowing, earth moving sex. Initially, there was such an intensity whenever they had the time to do more than get each other off quickly with hands and mouths and desperate, grunting and sweaty grinding. Chris under him, clamping around him was fierce, ardent and needing and exceptionally focused on Will’s pleasure. Paris was a haze of passion; even on vacation, when they’d managed to pull their shit together and make promises to each other to move forward together and admit that this was something they wanted to build into a future, Chris brought that concentration and drive to bed. Because even on that short vacation, he was still Glee Chris who had to go back to work soon.
It isn’t until hiatus that Will observes this complete shift in behavior.
Chris is one of the hardest working, most driven people he knows;  even on hiatus so fucking busy it makes Will’s heads spin. But he’s lighter. More sweetly affectionate. He makes disastrous attempts at domesticity, baking terrible cookies and burning dinners he doesn’t know how to make.
But best of all, he’s insatiably hungry for Will’s cock. Sometimes almost too hungry. It isn’t often that Will truly feels their age difference, but when Chris  begs for it three times a day Will has to remind him that he’s no longer at his sexual peak. And that he needed to work. Working from home has been a blessing but also a challenge. It’s hard to focus on writing a screenplay when his partner insists on blowing him quick and dirty, knees aching, on the hardwood floor under the desk.
There are days when Will just cannot keep up with him; days when he finds Chris in the shower or on their bed fingering himself shamelessly or fucking himself slowly with toys.
There’s an unexpected side to him as well. Chris chooses the strangest times, all hours of the day, to slink around completely naked, teasing the shit out of him.
“See how much I want you,” he’ll say, bending over the dinner table, his work desk, or the couch. He’ll spread his cheeks apart, all slick and gaping hole exposed, waxed to perfect smoothness, begging for Will’s cock. “Fuck me until I can’t breathe. Come on honey.”  He’ll smile, knowing and ethereal and fifthly, “you know you want to give it to me. Fuck me raw.”
They fuck on every possible surface in their home, on the floor, in the hall, in the kitchen and each bathroom. Often, Chris will pin Will down, making it slow, slow and dirty and playful all at the same time. He’ll laugh when Will groans that he has to come, he can’t any more, and the pull off, the delicious heat of Chris’s body leaving him. Chris kisses Will softly, touches himself carefully, showing off his nubile body, smirking and flirty eyes connecting with Will’s, knowing he can keep him here, desperate and aching as long as he wants.  And each time he sinks back onto Will’s dick it’s with full body commitment to pleasure, hectic cheeks and unabashed moans, rolling and toned body working, working, working them.
Chris post Glee is like porn. Brazen and willing. Always needing; helplessly in love with Will and willing to show it, torturously sexy and unafraid to beg for it. As Chris is called back to Glee, Will watches him slip into different skin, marvels at Chris’s need through exhaustion to connect with him in silent, intense, somehow darker sex. He relishes each change and anticipates a future when he’ll get to see Chris in these variant ways, have him in changing seasons and it seems, be the person who gets to see Chris free, comfortable enough with him to inhabit every skin he needs to be.
