#chrack

The drink was essentially knocked out of Chris’s hand as soon as Krauser got to the door, Chris giving a sound of protest at the loss of the drink, watching it hit the ground, the lid popping open and letting the ice and soda spill out all over the hotel floor. It was a fairly nice hotel, so Chris didn’t think it right to just leave a mess.

That and he was still admittedly thirsty.

“Hey…” Chris began before Krauser muscled him into the room, “HEY!”

“Hush.” Krauser lightly scolded as he pushed Chris inside with some difficulty, closing and locking the door behind him, “Unless you want an audience?”

“No.” Chris said with a sort of grumble, Krauser pulled him back by his shoulders before shoving him up against the door, crowding him up against the door, pinning him there.

Wide eyes looked at Krauser, not getting a chance to say anything before Krauser closed the space between them. A muffled protest left Chris as Krauser kissed him, banging his teeth against Chris’s and kissing hard enough to bruise. Krauser’s hands moved down to Chris’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Chris’s chest was squished up against Krauser’s, his arms also awkwardly squished between their bodies as Krauser deepened the kiss.

Krauser pulled away but not before biting Chris’s bottom lip, tugging at it before letting it slip from between his teeth, smiling at the flustered look in Chris’s face and the blush in his cheeks, “What’s the matter? Not shy, are you?”

Chris swallowed before shaking his head, regaining his composure with a scoff, “What? No. Not me. Just hadn’t planned for this, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m clean and always prepared.” Krauser replied nonchalantly with a shrug, Chris’s eyes widening in momentary shock, “How about you, pal?”

“Yeah…?” Chris replied as Krauser moved closer into his space…which there wasn’t a lot left between them.

He could feel Krauser’s breath as it caressed his ear and neck, “And which position do you play? Pitcher? Or Catcher?”

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