Chad also had the filthiest mouth on the planet and wasn't afraid to use it. Wasn't afraid to walk up to Chris, no matter where they were – a party, press junket, out with Chris' folks, didn't matter – and press against him, lean in to nip at his ear and just talk. Chris couldn't believe some of the shit that boy came up with – there was one fantasy involving a butt plug and leather restraints that still got his dick hard just from thinking about it – but he knew he was a sucker for it all the same. Didn't matter how hardcore Chad got, if he was talking rimming, felching, the dirty sanchez, Chris pissing on his back after coming on his face, fucking him hard with both his cock and a dildo (which Chris still didn't exactly see how that was anatomically possible, no matter how many porn flicks Chad showed him to prove that two dicks could fit up in there), whatever it was, Chris always responded. Chad was also real fucking fond of pissing Chris off, just to see how much it would take. Which, admittedly, wasn't a lot. Chris had learned a long time ago that he was quick to anger and quick to forgive (well, for the most part), and it hadn't taken Chad long at all to figure that out. So it wasn't unusual for Chad to push him, push him hard, until Chris broke and either beat the living shit out of him or fucked him blind or both. He knew Chad got off on getting all bruised up, on Chris yanking him by the hair and pounding him into the carpet, on slapping him like a bitch and forcing him to his knees at times, forcing his cock past closed lips and choking him with come. He knew that Chad needed it, needed to know that no matter what, Chris wasn't gonna leave him. Knew that Chad needed someone to push him down and show him who was boss. And Chris couldn't deny that he got off on it, on owning Chad and marking him. But there were times, just as many, in fact, when Chad was just as liable to cuddle close and act all like a girl. When he just wanted to make out on the sofa for hours on end, when he was all soft tongue and softer lips and went all pliant and sweet in Chris' arms. When he nuzzled under Chris' jaw and his fingers were light on Chris' skin and his voice was a low hum in Chris' ear as he murmured in reverential tones about how beautiful Chris was, how much he loved worshipping every inch of Chris' body. Chris never could figure out how two such disparate men lived inside the same person, but it never stopped him from playing along, from kissing back and murmuring his own praise about what a good boy Chad was and how much he loved that Chad was his. There were a lot of people out there that didn't get what Chris saw in Chad, never would. They only saw the brash, cocky kid, the one with the ever-ready smirk and the appalling habit of fucking the wrong women. They didn't know the Chad that Chris knew, but Chris figured that was just fine with him. He liked that Chad was a secret he got to keep, liked owning something that no one else got to see.
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