Tittle:I want you, I want you so bad, I want you so bad it's driving me mad. Part 2.
Author:mikeyrhcp
Pairing/Characters:Chris Kane/Steve Carlson. Also Jared/Jensen
Rating:NC-17.
Word count:2647
Warnings:Shmoop, High school AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish they were, but they're not.
Summary:Chris and Steve are having a bet. They both play dirty.
It would make much more sense if you read the first part.
Beta:The great lycaness, thanks bb! Any further mistake belongs to me.
N/A: Jared and Jensen are at the same age and so is Chris and Steve.
N/A 2:Tittle is from 'I Want You' by The Beatles.


"Okay, so do we need to settle some rules?" Jensen asks after Steve and Chris both decide that this is actually going to happen. They both nod and let Jensen keep going.

"So obviously, no touching each other."

"Obviously," Chris agrees.

"No kissing," Jared adds.

Jensen sees Chris look at Steve with a little worry in his eyes and swallow hard.

"Yeah okay," he finally agrees.

"Can I jack off?" Steve asks directly. Jared chuckles and turns to look at Jensen for approval.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. But not when he's in the room. And no phone sex either!"

"Is that it?" Chris asks impatiently.

"Yeah tha- Oh wait I totally forgot the most important rule." Jensen smirks. "No cuddling."

"WHAT?" Chris yells right away. When everyone turns to look at him he blushes hard and looks down.

"Oh my god, you are such a girl," Jensen teases and he's laughing so hard that it sweeps Jared right in.

"Oh shut up! Look whose taking. Jay, you are just about the biggest cuddler ever," Chris shoots towards Jared.

"Well he does have a point there," Jensen agrees.

"Oh what are you complaining about? Like you don't enjoy him cuddling you every opportunity you get," Steve defends Jared.

"So true," Jared nods. "And besides, I love cuddling, never said I didn't."

"Okay, so you gonna do it?" Jensen asks. He has that challenging tone in his voice that both Steve and Chris can’t resist.

"Bring it on."

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Day 1:
"Stop that."

"Stop what?" Steve asks like nothing is wrong, like he's not doing it on purpose.

"You know what. That thing you do," Chris insist and tries to look away.

"What thing?" Steve asks again with that smug smile of his.

"That thing you do with your tongue and your mouth and that straw! Stop it! It's distracting." Chris whines. Damn he's weak. But it is. All he wants to do is just take Steve to the bathroom and fuck-

He doesn't get to finish that thought when he gets smacked in the head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that?" he yells and rubs the spot where Jensen hit him.

"Stop thinking about fucking him. You are not gonna break first." Jensen sits next to him while Jared takes the empty chair next to Steve.

Chris is a bit confused. But it only takes a minute for Jared to fill in the blanks.

"Jen put his money on you," Jared explains and turns to look at Steve. "I am so gonna win," he adds happily and pats Steve on the back.

"Oh you just wait and see," Chris says. "I am not gonna break. I am strong and I will- GOD DAMN IT STEVE, STOP IT!"

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Day 3:
When Steve walks into Chris's room he expects something completely different than what is really happening.

He's expecting to see Jensen, Jared and Chris sitting around and just drinking or playing some X-box.

What he really really doesn't expect is seeing Chris topless, leaning on his bed, playing his guitar and singing with that sexy voice of his. Chris's eyes are closed and he's not even aware of Steve's presence. He's completely invested in the cords, the music, and the lyrics.

Steve is already half hard and he's thankful of the fact that the room is pretty dark and that Jared and Jensen are too tangled up in each other to pay attention to him. He takes a seat just in front of Chris. And he just can't look away.

He readjusts himself in his pants. God, how come Chris and a guitar have this much of affect on him?

He's so focused on Chris, on the way his fingers strum the string. So soft. So gentle.

"Dude." Jensen pulls him back to the real world. "Wipe the drool away," he chuckles. Chris then stops playing, opens his eyes and looks right into Steve's.

"Hey babe," he says and his voice still has that soft tone, the one Chris uses when he sings.

Steve kinda forgets how to talk. Chris looks sexy. Sexy as all hell. And all Steve wants to do is lick all that tanned smooth skin.

"God," he mutters. "This is not fair." Chris just smiles wickedly.

"See, I can tease too," he says and then goes back to playing. But this time his eyes are open. Looking no place else but at Steve.

This is going to be a long week. But Steve can play too.

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Day 5:
It's English class. The last class of the day. And Chris is bored. So bored. He stopped listening to his teacher five minutes into the lesson and he is now staring at some random spot on the wall above Steve's head.

He's so focused on that spot that he almost misses Steve's hands. He really wishes he had.

Steve has his sleeve rolled up, his tattoo completely visible and his fingers trails the black lines. It shouldn't make Chris react like this. But it is. Chris has a massive tattoo kink and Steve, that basted, knows it. Hell, they had used it many times as foreplay.

He hasn't even looked at Steve's face. Can't really. His eyes are practically glued to Steve's arm. The way he traces the lines so slowly and gracefully. When he does look at Steve's face he almost whimpers out loud. Steve is biting his lower lip and his eyes are so focused on his arm. But he knows Chris is watching, he knows it for sure cause when he looks away he just lifts his eyes to meet Chris's and holds him there.

Chris is about to ask his teacher to go to the bathroom. Maybe relive some of the pressure in his pants, when his phone vibrates.

Now who's drooling’all over his boyfriend? You are such a freaking slut, Kane. And if you give in, so help me god I will kick your ass! The text message from Jensen reads.

Oh fuck you! It's his fault. You know I have a tattoo kink and he is TEASING me. Fuck I hate you Jensen. Hate you for making me take part of this stupid bet. I need to fuck him so bad! He texts back quickly and tries to focus back on the lesson.

He fails pretty soon. But it doesn't matter. The bell rings and Chris is out of the class before he can get even more distracted by Steve’s little game.

Jensen is right behind him. “Dude, you are so weak. And you need to tease back. You just have to use his kinks against him.”

Chris just nods. His mind still with Steve and his tattoo.

Another smack to his head (and god damn it, Jensen needs to stop those) snaps him back to here and now.

"Dude! What the fuck, stop!" he growls but Jensen is long gone and Chris is left with a hard-on he can do nothing about.

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Day 7:
Okay, so Steve pretty much brings that next of Chris teases on himself. Yeah that tattoo thing- Totally worked. But this? This is so beyond reason.

It's gym class and seeing Chris doing push ups, his hair so wet from the sweat and heat, his arms so strong and- Fuck. This could be the death of him.

All he can think of is crawling between Chris and the floor and thrust upupup until he comes. Fuck. This is not supposed to be this hard.

And yeah, pun totally intended.

"You are so doing this on purpose." He lets Chris know he noticed his little trick. "But I am not going to fall for this. I am gonna win. You know I will."

"Whatever, babe. Is it just me or is it getting hotter here?" Chris smirks and just like that, in a matter of seconds his shirt is off.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you? A porn star? This is so not going to work on me-" and that's where he stops. There is this drop of sweat going down Chris's chest and when it wretches one of Chris's nipples Steve has to literally hold himself down and not push Chris on his back and lick it off.

"I am so going to kill Jensen."

Steve can't be thankful enough when coach Welling tells them to go and hit the showers
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Ten minutes later:

Chris steps into the showers last, after all of his classmates left. And his eyes almost pop out of their holes when he catches Steve’s naked body in one of the showers.

He's not in a place where Steve can see him and he's standing almost frozen in his place.

God, Steve is gorgeous. Fucking amazing. Chris trails his eyes over the water running down Steve’s back and then his round ass.

Control yourself, Kane, he says to himself. Just turn around and leave.


But he can't. As much as he tries he can't seems to work his legs and step back.

Come on, Kane, you can do it. You can't loose! You simply can't-

"Fuck it." He looks around a time or two to make sure no one is really there and then takes his clothes off as quickly as he can.

"Fuck, you're hot," he whispers in Steve's ear and steps behind him. Steve jumps in surprise.

"God, Chris, you scared the shit out of me," Steve says in relief. And when Chris thrusts against his ass he shudders.

Chris turns Steve around and immediately claims Steve's mouth in a kiss.

"You do realize you just lost the bet right?" Steve mumbles against Chris's lips.

"I don't really care. Gonna fuck you. God, gonna fuck you so good," he says and smiles as he feels Steve's dick jerks.

"Please?" Steve begs. And oh. It is so worth loosing if he gets to hear that tone of Steve's voice.

"But I don't have lube. So I'm gonna have to lick your ass open," he says and turns Steve so he's leaning with his face to the wall. "You want that? Want me to lick you open? God, tell me..."

Steve can't really answer, so he just groans and pushes his ass back. And that is all the invitation Chris needs.

He goes down on his knees, spreads Steve's cheeks apart and kisses Steve's hole. Steve grunts his approval and says something Chris can't really make out.

He starts licking then, at first just the tip of his tongue around the pink hole. Licks the musky taste and hums.

"Oh my god! Chris," Steve whines low in his throat and pushes back. "Don't you fucking tease me." Chris chuckles and then finally licks right there. Licks Steve open. Thrusts his tongue inside Steve. As deep as he can get. He’s thrusting in an out, making Steve mumble incoherent words. When he pulls away Steve almost growls at the lost.

"Just a second, babe. Just wait." He assures Steve and moves one of his hands to play with Steve's balls while he licks his fingers. Then he's back inside and this time he pushes one finger inside next to his tongue.

"Fuck. God, fuck me," Steve moans and rocks back onto Chris's finger.

"That's the plan," Chris mumbles and pushes a second finger in. Opens Steve out nice and slow. When he crocks them and hits that sweet spot Steve releases a few curses and a straggled moan.

"If you're not gonna fuck me right the fuck away, I swear to God Chris I am so not- OH FUCK!" He can't really finish because Chris is on his feet in a second and he pushes inside before Steve has time to say anything.

They are silent for a few seconds, until Chris is buried to the hilt inside Steve. The lack of condom – something that they have done before, having been together for more than three years – is making it even better and a lot hotter than it should be.

"Fuck, Chris, move." Steve groans and rocks back. Chris nods and kisses between Steve's shoulder blades. Licks the sweat and water and slowly makes his way to nibble at Steve's ear.

"So good. God, so tight. Love that tight ass of yours. You know that right? You know how much I love fucking you like that," Chris whispers and it makes Steve breathless. God, hearing Chris talks dirty, it's something you don't want to miss. Steve can't ever resist it. Never could really.

They manage to find a good, fast rhythm and Chris is pushing so deep that Steve feels it all over. It makes him want to never stop. Keep Chris buried inside of him forever. And when Chris angles his hips and finds that spot again, Steve can't help it and whimpers.

"God." He shudders and bites his lips so hard just so he wouldn't scream from the pleasure.

"Feels good?" Chris asks in his low sexy voice and then he’s back, biting Steve's earlobe.

"Fuck yeah. God Chris, I need to come, god, just touch me?" Steve begs again. Takes Chris's hand and puts it on his cock. Chris takes it from there. Knowing exactly what to do. How fast to stroke him and to flick his thumb on the head every couple of strokes. Steve can't last for long. Not like that.

"Gonna… Christian…" Chris groans. Steve only calls him by his full name when he's close like that. Chris has no idea why it turns him on so much.

"Yeah, come on, babe. Come on." It takes three more strokes for Steve to come hard and clench his ass around Chris’s dick. That and the way Steve is breathing gets Chris to the edge pretty quickly.

"God, so fucking worth it." Steve just nods.
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They get into class just a minute after Mr. Rosenbaum does. They're both still in that after-sex high and when Chris turns to look at Steve he almost laughs out loud at the way Steve looks. Fucked out and gorgeous.

"Oh my God! You slut, you broke!! After one week!! I can't fucking believe it!" Jensen almost shouts at Chris when they both walk to take their places. Chris in front of him, and Steve to his side.

"What? How do you even know it was me that broke?" Chris tries to defend himself. Jensen doesn't answer and just looks at him with a smug smile.

"Fine it was me," Chris finally admits. "And like you could have held on for longer. You are a total sex addict!"

"Oh, I can last longer than a fucking week, that's for sure!" Jensen says and smirks.

"You wanna bet?" Chris answers and before Jensen can even answer Jared interrupts.

"No. No. No. NO!! I am not gonna give up sex because of your twisted game!!" he shouts.

"Mr. Padalecki!" Mr. Rosenbaum turns around at that.

"What? They are betting on my sex life!" Jared protest.

"I don't want to hear about your sex life."

"Why? It's pretty hot." Jensen reacts before he can think better. "You should see him, god, so sweaty and hot and that look he has on his face so-"

"MR.ACKLES!" Mr. Rosenbaum yells.

"Oh umm… Sorry," he mumbles. Chris is laughing at him. Head thrown back and tears in his eyes. That earns him another smack.

"Oh fuck!! Would you stop doing that! It fucking hurts!" Chris yells back at him.

"Mr. Kane!"

"What? I didn't have sex for a week and everyone keeps hitting me!" Chris whines and now it's Steve's turn to laugh.

"That's because you're a horny bastard and can't control yourself," Steve answers.

"Mr. Carlson," their teacher yells. "Get out of my class. All four of you! Now."

They all look at each other and chuckle. It's not like they mind it much.
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