#vigilmaker fic

Of the many things which Adrian admired about his best friend, one thing which filled him with unashamed delighted was just how big Chris felt.

As a kid, his mom had saved for weeks to get him one of those weighed blankets that she had seen advertised on the tv, hoping that the added pressure would be enough to bring him some comfort and stop the restless nights which shattered his sleep and made his days that little bit more difficult. He wasn’t an easy kid, but she tried her best, and as soon as the blanket had been delivered he had fallen in love with it. They’d sent the wrong colour, a dusky pink instead of the dark grey he had wanted but that didn’t matter as soon as the weight of it wrapped around him to pin him down.

It had worked and he still had that blanket in his mom’s house, but his need for it had long since been replaced by a slight bone weariness which his almost daily split of diner shifts and work as Vigilante had allowed to settle his restlessness.

Still, old habits died hard and Adrian couldn’t lie about the fact that one of his favourite things about fucking Chris was the sheer size difference which existed between them.

He loved how big Chris’ hands felt.

Hands that lay flat against his hips, taking up so much room that he could feel every callous as they flexed into his skin, Adrian had watched Chris handle weapons with such delicacy and respect that he knew when Chris stroked his rough hands along his cock that it was a choice. Just for him. Those same hands which centred him on the rare moment that his mind spiralled beyond anything which he could control, fingers which made him feel useful and wanted as they guided him and explored his skin.

He loved how big Chris’ body felt.

The hot, relentless weight of him as Chris curled around his smaller body to fuck into him with all the strength he had was suffocating at times but absolutely delicious because of it. The wide base he effortlessly provided when Adrian crawled into his lap gave him a security which he craved. Adrian was almost jealous at times, at how easily Chris could block out anything else but him when they fucked. How consuming it was. How easy he made it to focus on the task at hand and not the million thoughts which whirled within his skull.

He loved how big Chris’ cock felt.

Bigger than anyone else he had been with, the only exception to that fact being one guy who appeared at one of Chris’ orgies with a dick like a tube of pringles. It was borderline inhuman and Adrian had spent the night pestering the guy with invasive questions until Chris had finally dragged him away. But Chris was big, and Adrian adored how masculine it felt in his hands and the way which it hollowed him out and left him with an aching sting which could last for days.

And he absolutely loved how it felt when they rubbed their cocks together.

Like now.

Splayed in Chris’ lap, his knees spread far as they wrapped around Chris’ wide thighs, Adrian watched with an open mouth and stuttering chest as Chris used his wide hand to jerk their cocks off together. The sensation was almost too much, the tension of Chris’ fingers as they struggled to wrap around both their lengths mixing with the velvety heat of Chris’ cock as it rubbed against his own.

His own cock standing proudly as it measured up against Chris’, Adrian had never really felt self-conscious about his own size. Sure, he would pretend and make jokes like he had watched all the other guys do growing up but he was always fine with what he had and didn’t want to change anything. Chris was longer, only slightly thicker, but the flare of his cockhead was much more defined and Adrian loved the way that it ‘popped’ as Chris slid it within his ass.

“Adrian.” Chris groaned his name, his free hand coming up to run through the slight coif of his brown hair as he freed the small of Adrian’s back from his grip. “You with me, man?”

“What?” Adrian grinned, his immediate reaction to everything until his brain had worked through the words. “Oh, yeah. This feels great, dude. You’re so fucking big.” He spoke in a rush, his ass grinding down hard on Chris’ lap as he brought one of his hands down from their vantage point on Chris’ wide shoulders to wrap around their cocks, his fingers almost interlinking with Chris’ own as he helped him to jerk them off. “So big in my hand.” He repeated, eyes fixated on the velvety length which had the faintest bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Chris liked it when Adrian talked about his size and he wasn’t shy about it as his cock visibly twitched at the praise, the slight jerk also making Adrian’s cock throb as it felt the movement. His attention fell to the light t-shirt which Chris wore, the thin material fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest to define every thick muscle which lay below and Adrian trailed his fingers along the ridge of Chris’ pecs.

“Have you been working out more?”

“Yeah.” Chris groaned as his hips rolled and pressed his cock up into his grasp, the friction of Adrian’s cock against his own making his thoughts scattered and unfocused. “New routine has me shredded.”

“I can feel that! Wow, dude! Like,” Adrian paused to adjust himself in Chris’ lap, “wow!”

A comfortable silence fell again, the only noise to break it being the soft gasps and obscene sound of skin-on-skin as Chris jerked his cock along Adrian’s. For his part, Adrian couldn’t keep his hands still as they split their attention between Chris’s thick shoulders and his thighs – the muscle there quivering under Adrian’s fingers with every throbbing rub of their cocks.

Adrian came first, his fingers digging into the flexing muscle of Chris’ shoulder as his release spattered across Chris’ hand and their thrusting cocks while his mouth fell open into a high, pitching whine.

His hips moved of their own accord, rutting against the warm hand with an honest selfishness which lacked any shame. Sex for him was something he enjoyed but didn’t particularly seek out, preferring to allow Chris to lead their various fucks, however that didn’t stop him from participating enthusiastically.

Riding out his orgasm as his hand continued to dig into Chris’ skin, Adrian almost missed the low grunt which slipped free of Chris’ lips but what he couldn’t miss was the way in which Chris’ cock jerked against his own – thin ropes of his cum coating the head of Adrian’s dick before being spread across his shaft by Chris’ stuttering hand.

“Feels so fucking good, man.” Chris groaned, the words floating in the air between them as he slowed his hand to a stop, releasing both cocks and wiping the cum on his hand off on the side of his thigh.

Allowing himself to fall forward, the movement only spreading the mess which coated their cocks, Adrian pressed his cheek against the soft fabric of Chris’ t-shirt as his curled hair fell flat against his sweat-slicked forehead. The gentle beat of Chris’ heart rushed through his ears but his focus was more on the heat which soaked through the fabric and burned into his cheek.

Above him, Chris didn’t move. Content with the weight of Adrian on his chest as he reclined his hands over his head, Chris silently enjoyed the close contact and he quietly gasped at the sensation of Adrian’s cock still pressing against his own as it brushed the nerves of his overly-sensitive cockhead.

He knew Adrian loved his size; he saw it in the way which Adrian’s eyes widened to drink in every exposed inch of him at any opportunity. If it was a fetish thing, he didn’t care, because the adoration was addictive in a way which made him selfish as he encouraged Adrian to admire him and happily answered any vain questions put his way.