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134. Chris Evans & Chris Pratt | Chris-es Crisis *

By : i-dont-do-rpfs | Tumblr

With one earbud in, you were sitting Indian-style on the couch, putting the final touches on just one of Scarlett's many black leather Black Widow fighting suits, your head bobbing to the infectious beat of your favorite song. There were only a handful of costumes left, taking up residence on the table between the couch and the wall. All you had to do was swing your arm around and grab the next suit. But first, you had to finish tying off the last knot...

"Should'a seen your face, Pratt," Chris laughed, hand cupping his left pectoral, as the pair of them walked into your trailer unannounced.

The other Chris shut the door behind him before playfully shoving his best friend in the shoulder. "Zip it, Evans," he demanded, his nose and cheeks a dusty pink of embarrassment. You couldn't help but smile at the pure joy on the first Chris' face, how his head was tossed back, and if the counter hadn't been there when he turned around, he probably would have fallen over.

"What happened?" you asked curiously, noticing the right leg of Pratt's costume was ripped open wider than it had been a handful of hours ago.

"Tell Y/N what you did," Evans pushed, laughter eating at the edge of his words.

Pratt stood so that you could see the damage done to the inseam of his pants. "It was a complicated stunt," was his only explanation.

Evans was laughing so hard that he started to snort. "Man, you went flying, legs all over the place," he continued to tease.

"Just wanted to give it my all," Pratt snarked, smirking at his friend, not noticing that you had stood from your spot, pulled out the earbud, and were in the process of dropping to your knees in front of him.

You hissed as you grabbed the ragged edges of the fabric. "You fucked it up good, Pratt."

"Didn't mean to," he breathed, fully focused on you and the way your fingers and nails whispered against his skin. He drew in a shuddering breath as you shifted closer, tipping your head just so.

You were biting your bottom lip when you looked up at him. "These pants are gonna hafta come off," you sighed, your belly twisting and flipping in excited anticipation as his pupils blew wide.

Pratt swallowed heavily and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "I like the sound of that." You hadn't even really touched him and his voice was wrecked.

"Me, too," you moaned. Standing on your toes, you grabbed his chin and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip between yours so you could nip at it.

Evans cleared his throat when Pratt's hands went to your back and ass, tugging you close, pressing your breasts to his chest. "You two, uh... you need a minute or something?"

Shit! You had gotten so lost in the smell and taste of Pratt, that you forgot all about Evans for a moment. On more than one occasion, you had slept one of the Chris'. Neither of them knew about the other, because there was no need to. You and Pratt were friends with benefits, just like you and Evans. Nothing serious about your relationship... relationships. It was just sex. Never anything more, because that only made things complicated.

Pratt wiped his bottom lip with his thumb before murmuring, "That'd be great, man. Thanks."

You didn't have to see Evans to know that his hands were balled into fists and he was now standing with his chest puffed out like a goddamn overprotective boyfriend. He was just about to say something threatening to Pratt when you turned to face him.

"I uh... I haven't been completely honest with you," you said shakily.

"I'll fuckin' say," Evans snapped, dark eyes flicking between you and Pratt.