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Paint it black	By : MystikIvanow Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Paint it black
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Pairing:Chris/Blake
Paint it black
“Can we go and do this, honey?”
“Sure, let me get the stuff.”
Chris arched one eyebrow as he watched Blake get up from his very comfortable spot in the couch – next to him, mind you – and walk to his bedroom. Correction, their bedroom. A few minutes later he returned to the living room with a bag and approached Jordin, embracing her by the shoulders, smiling.
“Let’s get going my darling.”
The seventeen-year-old girl giggled and waved to Chris. He just looked at his secret lover, questioning him with his eyes. Blake just gave him that mysterious look that both aroused and unnerved him sometimes.
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“So, what the girls are hiding so much with Blake anyway?” asks Phil as soon as seats beside Chris at the couch. It’s the day before the presentations from the Bon Jovi week and they had that amount of time off.
“I don’t know either. But Jordin and him seemed too much excited about it,” answered the brunette, looking at the television in front of them, pretending not to be moping.
“Don’t be such a girl Chris. There’s nothing to be jealous of.”
"I’m have some experience in life, thank you very much. Did you think I hadn’t noticed? A man certainly knows some things some times.”
“What…are you talking about?” asks Chris, in what he hopes is his best neutral voice.
“I have to explain in explicit English for you?” says Phil scratching his forehead. He sighs and continues, “I’m talking about you and Blake screwing like rabbits.”
Chris gasps and he can feel, clearly,/i>, his face going all red. The older man laughs and raised his hands defensively.
“It was you that didn’t understand me.”
“But…but…”
“How do I know? Come on Chris! I’m in the bedroom next to yours. And you two are not exactly quiet.” He shudders. “I’m telling you dude, too much information for one lifetime.”
“Phil, can you keep…” he whispers now, “between the two of us? Not even Blake has to know you know.”
Phil smiles that ‘I’m the big papa’ smile of his. He hugs the brunette by his shoulders.
“If you promise me you two could keep low next time?”
Before Chris can respond, Jordin burst into the room, smiling widely. She approaches them, and exclaims, “I have a surprise for you boys. A little change in the scenario for our dear Blake."
“Finally we can know the big secret of you girls?” asks Phil, moving on the couch and letting Jordin seats between them.
"Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Lakisha answers, entering the room as well. She shouts. “Melinda, get the boy’s ass down here!"
The woman enters by the doors, smiling shyly as always. She giggles and waves for someone to enter the room.
“Come on Blake, they won’t laugh at you.”
“But it is darker than I wanted.” Chris can hear the blonde complaining before he is entering the living room.
And the whole world stops. Just like that. Blake is a former blond now. The man’s hair is now pitch black, falling softly in his forehead and he just smiles lightly at the look Phil gives.
"You look good brunette, my man!” exclaims Phil from the couch, receiving agreements from the teen beside him.
Chris doesn’t know what to say. In fact, he thinks he’s not breathing right in the moment. Blake looks so undeniable hot with that hair and all he can think about is dragging him to the nearest room, wall, couch, bed or floor.
Phil looks at the young man in the couch, noticing the look he’s giving Blake, himself having his share of looks with his wife too many times. He coughs politely and says, “Well girls, could you three give me some hints about the cloth I’m wearing tomorrow night? I don’t think it applies to my music.”
Jordin is the first to jumps in to help the older man. Lakisha just arches her eyebrow and agrees. Melinda is a little more perceptive. She looks at Chris, then at Phil, and finally says she will help too. As soon as they leave the living room, Blake closes the door behind him and smiles.
"So Chris…what do you think? You’re the only one who hasn’t said anything.”
The man seated on the couch got up and started approaching the new brunette with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Blake stepped back until he reached the wall next to the door. Chris put his hands in both sides of the shorter man’s head.
“What do I think? I think that you look so hot that I will fuck you in the next five seconds against this wall if you don’t starting taking off you clothes and moving to the bedroom.”
Blake gasps, his breathing already fast. He knew it would surprise his lover his little change, but not…that much. He’s not complaining, though.
"And if I don’t want to move?” asks the shorter one, smiling wide now.
Chris growls in warning before attacking the former blonde’s mouth in a heated kiss, gluing his body against his, his hands already gripping at the offending piece of clothe. Blake moans low in his throat, opening his mouth for the demanding kiss, encircling his neck with his arms, offering himself completely to the other. It was always like this; he couldn’t resist when Chris got all demanding.
Indeed, five seconds later, Chris was dragging his half naked body through the living room, pushing him to lie down at the sofa. He laid down seconds later, already without his shirt, his jeans doing nothing to hide his state.
"Impatient, aren’t we?” Blake taunted, smirking.
“You are pushing my buttons,”said Chris, his hands already unbuttoning the jeans of the former blond, his fingers stroking the bulge he found there.
“Maybe that can convince you to push other things?” said Blake smiling.
Chris laughed, yanking down the other’s pants and underwear in one movement. “That was terrible Blake.”
“Then do something before I have to say one more!” demanded the other man, grabbing him through his jeans.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” mocks Chris, almost hissing at the end of the sentence, with the caress he received.
Blake shuts him up with a harsh kiss. After that is all about the grunts and the moans. The last pieces of clothing flies around the living room and a shout can be heard when Blake feels Chris entering him with one long stroke. He claws at the other’s back, panting at his ear.
The man on top started thrusting hard and fast, really turned on at the point to care about anything else. And the former blond moaning and begging for more wasn’t really helping Chris to think clearly. His arms brought him by the waist closer, making him feel the hard length of Blake against his skin as he entered him faster and faster.
“More, oh God, give me more!” moaned Blake, locking his legs around Chris’s waist, feeling him deeper.
“Demanding little blond…” gasped the other. He laughed out of breath “Or should I say… brunette?”
“All of them…” began Blake, knowing full well how to make him lose control. “Yours.”
Chris groaned loud, bending his head and biting his neck, marking him. The former blond moaned louder, his body convulsing as he reached his peak, coming between their bodies. The taller man moaned as he felt those walls gripping his cock even tighter and soon enough his was filling him with his orgasm.
Blake felt the body above him go rigid and then fall above his on the couch. He smiled and said, “If I had known that dying my hair would bring this reaction from you, I would have dyed it sooner.”
Chris raised himself on his elbows and smiled at the other. “You definitely look hot with your hair black.”
Before the other could say anything the door of the living room opened and Phil appeared. He closed his eyes, looking the other way, as Blake blushed beet red.
Seriously guys, too much information for one lifetime.”
Chris smirked at the statement and said, “Could you give us some time to put our clothes on?”
The bald man smiled, even with his eyes closed and answered, “Sure thing buddy. But I have to say that both of you were incredibly loud. Again.”
Blake gasped and after the man left he stared at Chris, who didn’t looked impressed.
“He knows?!”
The other just smiled sheepishly. They needed more time alone so he could explain…and maybe get loud again.
THE END
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