Title: "Later" Pairing: Chad Michael Murray/Christian Kane Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Chris wakes Chad up. Sequel to Handcuffed. Notes: Written for Oddegg and Geneli4. Same universe as all my other Chad/Chris fics. Look at me, Chris says, a forceful command that he punctuates with a hard snap of his hips. He stills, then waits, patient, unmoving, until Chad blinks, focuses clouded baby-blues up at him. Chad's face is still creased with sleep, body loose and limber, pliant under Chris' knowing hands. Please, Chad murmurs, barely a word, and arches up as much as he can, crossing his ankles around Chris' ass, burying Chris even deeper inside him. His fingers dig, bird-like, into Chris' shoulders. Not yet, Chris replies, over Chad's whimpered protest. Not yet, baby. He wants to savor this – the first strands of early morning sunlight creeping through the blinds, the wafting scent of coffee brewing in the kitchen, Chad's slender, muscled body under him, mouth open, soft tongue licking his lips, Chad exposed and completely vulnerable to him – as long as he can. Later, he'll give Chad what he really wants, what he's begging for. Later, he'll flip Chad to his hands and knees and let go, pound into him until the friction is too much, until Chad is hoarse from pleading and moaning his name. Later, he'll yank Chad's head back, use his thumbs to force Chad's lips apart and shove his cock past Chad's lips, fuck Chad's throat until Chad's gagging whimpers fill the room and he chokes on Chris' come. Later, he'll murmur filthy endearments in Chad's ear, words of ownership, words of enslavement – he'll call Chad his bitch, his fucktoy, his plaything, his boy - and dare Chad to say different. Later, he'll have nail marks all across his back and shoulders from Chad's frantic hold on him, and later, just to prove a point, Chris will do some marking of his own. He'll take out his belt, the old, worn leather one, and lay Chad across his lap, go to town until his arm is screaming at him in protest and Chad's ass is welted and red and bruised. Later, he'll lick his own come from Chad's ass and then share it with Chad in his kiss, and later, Chad will murmur his thanks and gratitude from an abused throat before falling back to sleep, safe and secure and sated, in Chris' arms. But, for now, for right now, Chris wants to show Chad how much he loves him in a different way. Now, with every slight movement, on their messy bed that still smells like last night's sex, he owns Chad with shallow thrusts and soft kisses along a proud jawline and crooning words. Now, he cradles Chad close, looks deep into Chad's eyes as they move together as one. Chad'll never admit it (not that he has to), but he comes just as hard from Chris owning him all slow and easy. Onto Understanding Chad If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!