A/n: "good lord, i originally wrote that one shot as an inside joke between 2 of my friends but they insisted i should post it, i didnt know that it would gain as much attention as it did, i feel really bad for taking so much time to get to this second chapter, im not really as fixated on this ship as i was before and i also struggle with writing when im not inspired, but here it is at long last, i hope you like it because this took like over a month to write mostly because I've been sorting out dropping out of college to pursue work but here is your substance, i can't promise im going to keep writing this since it was meant to be a one shot💔"
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Even though the two didn't sleep in the same cabin, it wasn't a rare occasion for Chris to venture to chef's after hours, this particular night, Chris had wandered into Chef's quarters at around 10p.m, complaining about difficulty to sleep and whatnot, squeezing his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels childishly. Chef groaned before holding the door open for the shorter black haired man.
Chris excitedly wandered in, the typical smile on his face as he took in his surroundings; the familiar stench of spray on Deodorant and miscellaneous food items that chef would prepare the night before for the contestants, the cabin didn't have much going for it, the paint on the walls was slightly peeling and the floorboards squeaked when they were walked on. Chris thought it was homely, but only because it's where chef was. "I know you would've slept just fine in your own cabin, what do you want, Mclean?" Chef interrogated, his voice raspy and low, with his hands on his hips; Chris laughed coily, letting his head fall for a second before bringing his eyes back up to meet chef's, "maybe I missed you?" He replied, still smiling, with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.
Chef rolled his eyes before grabbing chris' wrists and quickly pinning him to the closest wall, "a call would've been nice, instead you just decided to turn up unannounced at this hour?" His grip got tighter the more he said, a playful anger present in his words as he towered over the younger man, who was now letting out small whimpers with every rough grip. "Sorry I.. should've called" he replied quietly, the confidence in his voice faulting as he felt powerless under him.
Chef laughed grimly under his breath, pressing a knee between his legs, making firm contact with his groin, Chris clenched his jaw as his eyebrows slightly furrowed upon the unexpected friction that's been created. "What do you want?" Chris met chef's eyes again upon this question being asked, he looked to the side before answering "I.. don't know, I just missed you.." chef presses against the man with more force, letting Chris' wrists loose, allowing his arms to hang limply before grabbing a grip on the other's belt holes, quickly yanking the cargos down in one swift motion.
The musky smell of his quickly growing sex hitting both of their noses, it twitched against chef's thigh which was still firm against his crotch, earning a smug grin from him, whilst the other looked down at the leg in embarrassment, as he couldn't stop himself from getting harder in his boxers, subconsciously rubbing himself on chef, desperate for his touch. Chef grabbed his hips firmly, hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises, ensuring Chris couldn't pleasure himself by the mere grinding and pressure. Chris tries his hardest to not whimper in dissatisfaction, but let out a very quiet cry, laced with lust and need.
Chef bought a large palm to cover the obvious bulge which made the man's Underwear stretch and pull against it, slowly he massaged, making Chris wrap his released hands tightly around his arms, digging his nails into the tough skin. His lips quivered, threatening to spill his pleads which he bit back, clenching his eyes before looking back down at the hand which was fondling his hard on. It twitched and pulsed against the bigger man, aching to be released as it physically hurt to contain how erect he was. Like his mind was read, chef grabbed the man by the waist and threw him onto the large sofa bed which he slept on, quickly pinning him down by the chest and throat and ripping his undergarment off his body and discarding them on the scratched up hardwood floor.
