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A Different Choice (Mellowalker)

So this is basically Engangsligg but Alan chooses Chris instead of Ken.

AW-391 IS DED.

BLAME SATAN!

Requested by AccidentToSociety

smut warning btw

Also I recommend rereading Engangsligg's beginning part cause I'm too lazy to rewrite the intro.

And yes, I copied this intro from Engangsligg. (with some minor changes)

                

                      

"Who do you love more?" Arjen asks, slowly letting go of Ken. "Let me rephrase that; who's dick do you want inside you tonight?" Tijs scoffs at the two angry men.

They glares at the man, a little embarrassed by getting called out like that. "Just- forget what Tijs said if it makes it sounds a little less awkward," Sonny sighs. Alan nods and looks at Ken and Chris.
              

He couldn't unhear what Tijs said earlier. It'll be fucking awkward thinking about Chris fu- No! No! Don't think about it!

                  

"Uhh... Alan?" Kyrre snaps his fingers in front of him to snap him out of his thoughts. "cHRis!" He blurts out, surprised by the sudden action. Chris also jumped when Alan suddenly shouts his name. Alan clamps his mouth in shame and looks at Ken who looked deeply hurt. "Ken I'm s-" "It's alright. At least you're honest about your feelings," He smiles to reassure the smaller Norwegian. Alan looks at his friend in guilt, he didn't mean to hurt his feelings, he just- never felt any romantic connection with Ken.

The Norwegian turns around and saw the others looking at him. "W-what?" Chris blushes when they all smirk and quickly pulls Alan to the exit of the building. Alan silently follows and takes a quick turn to see them ignoring him and chatting as if nothing had happened. "What was that?" He asks Chris. The American stuttered for a moment. "They just ummm.... oh you know.. about what Tijs said," He looks away and leads the brunette to his car. Alan willingly gets in and stayed silent throughout the drive.

"Where are we?" He asks when Chris pulled over. "Uhm. A-a hotel," He glances at Alan before taking his seatbelt off and getting out. He followed suit and walks with Chris. The Norwegian waits nearby while Chris is busy at the reception.

"Alright. Got the room," He says nervously. When they got on the lift, the two is alone. Alan thought this might be the perfect opportunity to ask him. "Hey Chris, why are you so tense?" He looks over and was a little shocked when he starts blushing harder. "There's no good in hiding it anymore... the truth is... they know I've been crushing on you," He says. "You like me?" He asks, a bit excited that it wasn't unrequited love. "Yes. And the problem is, I don't know how to approach you," The man sighs. "Look at me," He says.

Chris looks at him and makes eye contact. Alan places both of his hand on his cheek and smiles. "I like you too, and honestly I was supposed to be the one flustered," He chuckles a bit and leans forward to give Chris a quick peck on the lips. They both parts and looks away from each other, both blushing madly.

"Finally!" Chris groans when they'd found their room. They had mistaken their room for another room for almost 3 times due to the sexual tension. Chris quickly locks the door when Alan gets in the turns to look at him. The brunette gently wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. Chris was more than happy to return the kiss and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling them closer to each other.

Still, with all this passion, Alan couldn't help but feel like Chris is holding back. He breaks the kiss and locks eyes with the other man. "Chris, are you really okay with this?" He asks. "I- well, I'm afraid," He says, panting a bit from the kiss. "Afraid of what?"

"Well.. Uhm.. I did the typical crush thing and imagined a lot about fucking you..." He pauses to look at Alan, who doesn't seem weirded out by this. Maybe he did it too?

"And in my imagination, I wanna be rough with you but... I'm scared that I'd hurt you," He says. "Chris, you won't. I don't like it when you're holding back cause when you're uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable too," Alan smiles to calm him. "So, no holding back?" Chris asks and Alan nods at him.

"Should we at least make a safe word?" He asks the smol Norwegian. "Safe word? Hell no," He smiles and pulls Chris to bed with him, making Chris hover over him. "Let's make one, just in case," He says quietly, holding his animalistic instincts down as Alan begins unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll go with storm," Alan says in a huff and quickly pulls the shirt off him. "Storm it is," He says and strips the smaller man off every single piece of clothing left and starts kissing and biting on his neck.

Alan, not wanting to be the only one naked, immediately tries to pull his pants off but couldn't since Chris is attacking his neck. "You want them off?" Chris asked once he's done marking Alan's pale neck with bruises. "Yes!" He says desperately and tugs on them again. Chris chuckles and got up to unzip his pants. He pulls them off with his boxers in one swift move and smirks when Alan looks at him. "Shocked?" He ask teasingly. "I-I never thought you're ... uHm," The smaller male blushes at the sight, unaware that his voice broke.

"That's why I want you to make a safe word," He smirks and leans over to the nightstand to grab some lube. Alan kept his mouth shut, his hand automatically went to jerk himself off. "Someone's impatient," Chris hums as he lubes his dick. "Shut up," Alan gasps when the cold liquid hits his skin. Chris gave him a generous amount of lube and slowly preps the man. "Oh fuck..." Alan moans. "It's not even my dick and you're already moaning?" He chuckles. "Are you that much of a slut? Perhaps I underestimated you," He thrusts his finger harder, hitting a spot that makes Alan moans even louder.

"Right there huh? I can't wait to hear you screaming like a whore tonight," He grins maliciously as he pulls his finger out slowly, intending to tease Alan for as long as he could. He whimpered and moaned as Chris plays around with his dick, giving it a few harsh pumps.

           

Finally, he places Alan's legs over his shoulder and positioned himself against him. "Ready?" "Yes! Yes! Just fuck me, please! I'm begging you!" He whines and bucks his hips against him. Chris chuckles from the way Alan turns extremely submissive with just a few words. "Alright," He places both of his hands on his thighs before pushing himself into him.

"Oh god! F-fuck," He gasps and quickly clamps his mouth in order to not get too loud. Chris thrusts slowly at first, speeding up every few thrusts. The Norwegian below him is quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure but kept his mouth shut aside from the occasional whimpering and moaning.
            

Chris didn't complain, Alan could stop him anytime so he kept thrusting faster and faster.

"F-faen, Chris!" He moans and looks at the man. "I'm c-lose!" He says, embarrassed to admit it. "Yeah? Then cum for me," He whispers into his ears, gently nibbling on it. They went like that for a couple of minutes before Alan loses his composure and came all over his stomach. "Fuck!" Chris groans as Alan got tighter from his orgasm and came inside him.

                    

"You okay?" Chris asks.

Alan nods, unable to stop panting. He slowly pulls out from him and gently lays down next to the man. Without saying anything, both of them got in a cuddling position and snuggled against each other. Chris leans upwards to grab the covers and wraps them both underneath it, giving them extra warmth. Alan rests his head against Chris' arm and starts dozing off. The older man smiles and puts one arm over the sleeping Norwegian, pulling him closer.

         

           

            

                

ALRIGHT, SATAN.
AFTER THIS IS YOUR OTHER SMUT, THE THREESOME NORSKI ONE. HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

NOW I NEED TO WORK ON MG OR ELSE SOMEONE (Taylor) WILL KILL ME.