CNCO Smut

After The Show - Christopher

I just pulled this idea out of my ass earlier today and I'm actually proud of it, despite how quickly it was written. Have any ideas for a Zabdiel story, or any other boy? Requests are open and I am slowly running out of ideas. I have some half-written fics, which I plan to finish and post soon..... Until then, enjoy this Christopher Velez smut ;)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Christopher Velez, smut(obviously), sex with someone else in the room(specifically baby boy Erick)

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You watched as your boyfriend danced on stage, moving his hips in perfect rhythm with the song, sweat dripping down his forehead, down to his jaw and following a trail to his chest - you stopped yourself from getting too deep into your impure thoughts. You manage to keep yourself in check until the show ends.

You smile as the boys walk backstage, biting your lip as Chris comes up to you and gives you a peck on the cheek. As he walks away to grab a towel those impure thoughts come rushing back into your mind. You watch as the rest of the boys ride the adrenaline rush of being on stage, noticing Chris walking off. Curious, you follow him around the corner and make it halfway down the hallway when you're pushed up against the wall.

Soft lips are crushed against yours in a fiery kiss. You eagerly match Chris' passion and your hand goes to tug his hair, making him moan and buck his hips. You feel the not-so-small bulge making itself known against your core. Both of you pull away and a string of saliva connects your mouths.

"Fuck Chris," you whisper.

"I can't wait any longer, I need you now amor," Chris leans in and goes straight to your sweet spot on your neck. You agree with him with a hum and grab his hand and drag him towards the bus; dodging security and fans.

You approach the bus, Chris' hands are holding you close against his body like he's attached to you at the seam. He tilts your head and locks your lips together again in a battle, which he has already dominated. You both stumble towards the bus and suddenly you are slammed against the door, the cool metal making you arch your back. Chris is ready to wreck you here and now, in the open, not giving a damn if anyone sees the two of you. You reach behind you, finding the door handle and fumbling to open the door. When you manage to open the door, Chris pulls back and pushes you inside.

"Fuck amor," he practically growls. "I need you so bad," he leans in again, hands tugging at your shirt and pushing you towards the bunks. In such a hurry, you bump into almost everything. When you finally reach the bunks, Chris pulls back the curtain to his bunk and gestures for you to go in first. "Ladies first," he says with a smirk. He smacks your ass as you crawl into the small space making you squeak.

His bunk is one of the bigger ones but when both you and Chris are in it, it becomes small and cramped, which also makes it hard to breathe. His lips find yours again, shifting so he's straddling your hips, hands on either side of your head. He makes quick work of your shirt and shorts, tugging and almost ripping your panties. He pulls off his own clothes and throws them outside the curtain and onto the floor.

He hovers above you, brown eyes boring into yours, a devilish glint in his eyes and a classic Christopher Velez smile on his lips. "Estás listo para mí, cariño?" He grabs himself and teases you by rubbing his tip through your folds, making you whine and tug on his hair.

"Please, I'm ready Chris," you moan. He smirks and pushes himself inside your walls. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate his impressive length. Being in such a cramped space had its own difficulties for breathing and when he pushed into you, any air left in your lungs was pushed out.

"Fuck nena, so tight...." He trails off and moans, hands fisting the pillow by your head as he begins to find a steady rhythm that gives you both what you want but not enough to bring you to the edge.

"Chris, papí," your words are almost incoherent, only managing a few words before you needed to breathe. Upon hearing your desperate voice, he speeds up his thrusts. Your thighs are shaking and you desperately want to moan his name, to shout the filthiest things that would make you blush on any other occasion, but the lack of air in your lungs makes that a near-impossible feat.

You both are almost reaching your highs when you both hear the tour bus door open and laughter reaches your ears. Acting out in instinct you quickly close the curtain. You expected Chris to stop but he keeps his pace, going a little faster even. You listen to the voices from the living area up front, hearing the boys about the show and how you and Chris disappeared.

"What do you think they're doing?" Joel's oh-so-sweet-and-innocent voice asks.
Richard is quick to reply, "Probably fucking like rabbits. Hell, they're probably fucking on the bus right now."

Joel makes a noise of disgust and grunts, "Don't say that!"

You're drawn away from the conversation outside as someone walks into the bunk area. You and Chris hear a curtain sliding and some shuffling. Chris has yet to relinquish his pace and mouths your neck, leaving hickeys galore to keep himself quiet. Your kind of glad that you can't really breathe at the moment, seeing as if you had, the boys would've heard you well before they opened the bus door. And that would've been enough embarrassment to kill you then and there.

Both of you are nearing your highs and Chris' hips are stuttering and he's moaning your name against your skin like a prayer, getting a little louder the closer he gets. He moves one of his hands down and in between your bodies to rub at your clit furiously, not deterred at the fact that a bandmate is in the bunk across from you guys.

A few more rubs at your clit and the knot in your stomach breaks. You feel a scream rising from your throat and Chris also notices. He quickly places a hand over your mouth while he works you through your high. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave and even if you the energy, or the air, to scream, it wouldn't have mattered if Chris had his hand over your mouth. He, his bandmates, and possibly a few crew members would know exactly what was happening and who could make you feel this good.

As your coming down from your high, his starts and he quickly finds a spot on your neck to bite into gently as he tries to contain his moans of pleasure. When you both come down from cloud nine, he rolls off to the side behind you, closest to the wall. You both are panting uncontrollably, trying to contain it as much you can as not to arouse any suspicion from the other person in the room. You silently pray that whoever is in the other bunk has headphones and couldn't hear you.

Once your breathing is under control, you take a chance and slide the curtain a little, seeing Erick on his bunk; eyes closed and headphones on. Chris leans over your shoulder and sees his bandmate. You slide the curtain back and snuggle into Christopher's chest. Sooner or later you'd have to get out of the bunk. And that time comes when your bladder makes itself known and the urge to use the bathroom becomes overwhelming.

Now you are faced with a new challenge - getting to the bathroom without arousing suspicion.