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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Christine awoke to the feel of Alex’s naked body snuggled right next to her, there in all of his beauty bathed in soft dark shadow courtesy of the bluish gray haze that blanketed the entire New York skyline outside. He had partially rolled over onto his back so his hips were gently cocked out: the way that his legs carried the softest silhouette to them made her shiver from the base of her spine. He had the finest hair on his chest that she never fully paid attention to before, and it made her tingle all over.
Though it was dark, his hair spread down over his handsome face and obscured his eyes as well as most of his nose. He had extended his arm over Christine’s bare chest: she could feel the arm of his glasses against her shoulder and his forearm brushed against the underside of her breasts.
She rolled her head over the small couch pillow for a look into those sleeping eyes, which then fluttered open upon sight of her, as if on command. Deep blue and sullen and shrouded in shadow, and yet he cradled her in his arms the way the ocean would do for a warm body.
“Hi,” she whispered to him, and he showed her a sweet little smile.
“Hello, my love,” he whispered back to her. “It seems late.”
“I wouldn’t know, to be honest.”
He lifted his arm from her chest and rested his glasses on the coffee table there off to the side of them. His long lanky fingers crept across the surface for his phone: Christine never moved a muscle as he picked it up with his fingertips and opened it with the flick of the wrist. She snapped her eyes shut at the sight of the white light of the screen right in her face.
“A quarter to seven,” he grunted out, and then he flipped the phone closed and set it back down on the table next to his glasses. He let out a soft groan from the inside of his throat as he lay his head back down on the pillow.
“I could lie here forever,” she confessed to him in a light, airy whisper.
“Same here,” he said, also in a whisper. “Even though I’m feeling hungry, I don’t really want to get up.” His hand glided over her chest, such that his fingers felt like feathers on her bare skin, even with the thick calluses on the tips from years of playing guitar.
“Are you hungry as in—for food?” she asked him; through the shadows, she could see his tongue emerge from those cherry lips. “You’re hungry for something else, aren’t you.”
“I’ll never tell,” he quipped, and he nearly breathed the words as well. Those long fingers caressed over the space between her breasts and she shivered at the sensation. Long and spidery with those thick tips, and yet he glided over her as if he was intent on treating her with utmost care, as if he would with a Faberge egg. Christine parted her lips and let out a soft moan at the feeling of his fingers there.
“All the subtle touches, and all the softest of kisses can just send you flying, can’t they,” he teased her.
“Subtle is so underrated,” she confessed, a reiteration of what Nelly had said, but it was true. The way he stroked her, and the gentle way that she kissed him, it all sent her into a frenzy that the rough and the hardcore could not suffice for her.
“I think I love you,” he confessed to her. “I just love you.”
“I don’t ever want to lose you…” Her voice trailed off. He then moved his hand from her chest down onto his belly, as if he was hungry.
“You ever get that sudden hunger that just wells up without rhyme or reason,” he stated in a slightly louder voice.
“Oh, yes,” she replied with a shake of her head. “It’s like that carsick feeling, too.” She sat up next to him on the couch, and she nearly slid off the edge of the couch cushions onto the carpet all the while.
“Would you like something for your tummy?” she offered him.
“Please.” He rolled over all the way back onto his side, and his belly hung out right behind her. Christine stood up and turned back around for a glance at the full shape of the middle of his body, and the way that the light from outside washed over his skin to the point of making his skin resemble mother of pearl: though it was dark, she showed him a smile.
“So cute,” she remarked.
“Who, me?” he asked, taken aback.
“Yes, you. You are just so—cute. So cute and round.”
“More like ‘big and fat,’” he corrected her as he rested his hand on the roundest part of his belly.
“You’re chubby and cute,” she promised him, and she leaned over to the lamp next to the arm of the couch: she clicked it on and the apartment filled with warm golden light. She snapped her eyes shut at the sudden bright light, but then she opened them right back up. Alex sat up on the couch with his right leg bent up to hide his genitalia from her and his left leg extended out as if modeling for her. The skin and fine hair on his chest had a soft delicate sheen from the lamp light, and his belly hung out in all of its thick glory.
“See, you’re all round and chubby,” she told him. “You have this nice layer of hair all over your chest that’s like really sexy, and then you have the little tummy which just makes everything even cuter.”
He reached for his glasses and put them on, and then he looked on at her. Christine rested her right arm over her breasts and her left arm right at her side.
“See, when you girls gain weight, you get voluptuous and gorgeous,” he pointed out. “You get curves in all the right places—you get sexy. We gain weight, we get this.” He clasped a hand to his belly, but her eyes wandered over his legs and his hips. “Just these big bulging pork bellies that sit on our bodies like big heavy kegs of beer.”
“Not you, though,” she pointed out. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and extended his right leg out before him. The golden lamp light washed over his body and the fine mop of black hair upon his head: the streak of silver at the crown seemed to glow pure white.
“You don’t think so?” he asked her as he kept his arms pressed against the sides of his body. She gazed on at his nipples and the middle of his chest. His whole body seemed fuller and thicker than when he was a young man, such that his belly seemed like a centerpiece of sorts.
“I would be lying if I said you weren’t gorgeous, Alex,” she told him, and she could feel her own nipples tightening underneath her forearm at the sight of him. “You’re as curvaceous as I am. I mean, you said it yourself: curves are sexy.”
He bowed his head a bit as if he was a shy little boy meeting the girl he crushed on.
“You’re so plump and so lush,” she said with a shake of her head. “I could run my hands all over every curve of your body. You’ve got these tight muscles on your arms and your chest. You’re just so…” She crossed her legs as she struggled to keep the arousal at a minimum for him. “…sweetly full.”
“Says the very sexy, very voluptuous naked woman right in front of me,” he retorted back to her in a low, husky voice. He gave his hair a little toss back with the flick of his head: from behind his glasses, Christine could see it in his eyes. He needn’t have to say a word about it as his eyes wandered from her head and shoulders, to her protected breasts, to the full shape of her hips, and all the way down her legs to her feet. He brought his gaze back up, and she lowered her arm to show off her nipples to him. He in turn fixated on her nipples for a few more seconds in comparison to the rest of her body, such that he showed off the tip of his tongue.
Her headache had gone away as a result.
Alex nudged his hair back with a flick of his fingers, and he nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose once again.
“What should we have to eat?” he asked her as he gazed straight into her face.
“I’m kind of in the mood for some Japanese food,” she replied. “A little bit of sushi with some ginger.”
“Is there something I should know with the ginger?” He cracked her a little mischievous smile and brought his hand to his belly: his fingertips caressed the skin over his belly button as a means of flirting with her.
“Aphrodisiacs, big boy,” she said with a little gyration of her head. “A little something natural to keep things sexy between you and me.”
Indeed, Alex only put on his pajama bottoms by the time the food arrived, and he kept the waistband down below his belly button to accentuate the lush shape of his body for her. He stood there at the arm of the couch with a glass of water in hand and his glasses nudged down the bridge of his nose to peek over at her.
“God, so hot,” she noted softly as she gave his bare belly a loving little pat.
“You’re even hotter,” he said as he lightly tapped the tip of her nose with his finger.
After the two of them both had indulged in as much sushi and fresh veggies as he could, and at that point, he seemed unbothered by the fact that he was once again spending a lot of money on her, he leaned back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Christine, who still stayed naked all through dinner, took her seat and put her arm around his waist.
“Ooh, that’s a full tummy right there,” she remarked as she gave him another gentle pat.
“Mmm, we’re both feeling alright, aren’t we?” He cracked her a smile, complete with a soft blush in his cheekbones, and she leaned into his face for a soft kiss on the side. The warmth of his skin welcomed her; she put both arms around him and held him close to her like a big teddy bear.
“I have a little surprise for you when we go to school tomorrow,” she whispered into his ear.
“Oh, do you now?” he teased her, and she kissed him again on the same spot.
“I think you’ll like it,” she whispered: she moved her arms up to his chest as she kissed the side of his neck. She shuffled her legs on the couch cushion as she could feel herself rising up again from the feeling. Her nipples tightened up at the feel of his skin there next to her. “I’ll always love you,” she whispered right into his ear. “I’ll always want you.”
“I should ask you,” he started again in a soft voice. “Would you like to sleep here tonight, or would you like me to walk you home?”
“Whichever you feel like doing,” she said with another kiss on his neck, to which he shifted his weight and shuffled his bare feet underneath him at the soft feel of her lips.
“I kind of want to walk you home,” he admitted. “You know. Kinda make it up to you even more. God damn, you have such sexy little kisses.”
She held her lips to the side of his face for much longer that time, such that he curled his toes into the hardwood underneath their feet. When she let go, she gazed into the side of his face for a second before he turned and flashed her a little raise of his eyebrows.
“I should stir the feeling that you bestow into me into a bottle and then sell it,” he joked. “Call it ‘Skol-musk.’”
“‘Skol-musk’, that sounds like it’d be the bestseller in all the land,” she told him with another little kiss on the side of the face before she leaned back and ran her fingers through her hair. He fanned himself with his fingers, and then he stood up and walked into his bedroom for his jacket. Christine gave her hair a little toss back and beamed to herself.
After all of that, she was more than willing to continue on with things, perhaps at a level even hotter than before with the hard feelings out of the two of them.
She put her hair back into a long ponytail at the back of her head right as Alex returned wrapped in a windbreaker which he left unzipped at the chest so she could see the fine hair there fully exposed and the round shape of his belly accentuated by the zipper.
“You need like a chain around your neck and a bunch of rings on your fingers,” she suggested with a little shake to her head. She picked up her book bag and slung it over her shoulder.
“My hair slicked back, too?” he followed along.
“Nah, that’d be too much,” she quipped as she ran her fingers down his bare chest. “So sexy.” He flashed her a wink, and then she led him out of the apartment first and into the darkened street: the dark orange overcast sky hung low over them and beckoned the first snow of the season. Once he had locked the door behind them, he shivered and zipped up his jacket all the way.
“Too cold?” she asked him.
“You got it,” he replied, and they walked side by side along the street. It was surreal to think that not even a few hours before, they were back there on the street drenched in their own tears all to grieve themselves. Alex put his arm around Christine, who then huddled closer to him. She peered up to his face and his pensive expression.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked him.
“I just keep thinking about things like kinks and whatnot,” he confessed. “I’m not really familiar with that side of life.”
“It’s nothing I can’t learn myself and teach unto you,” she promised him as they reached the corner, across the street from the bus stop. Once a few cars and a taxi whizzed by, he then led her off to the right, to the corner perpendicular from them, and they padded along the sidewalk to the next few blocks up from there.
“I should probably tell you this,” he started again with a clearing of his throat. “But I literally did not lose my virginity until just a few years ago.”
Christine gaped at him.
“You’re shitting me!” she exclaimed.
“Nope. Moreover, I didn’t have sex with her, like she doesn’t even know about it.”
“Wow! Now that you say that, that would explain why you don’t have any kids. Who’d you have it with?”
He was silent for a second. Christine gazed up into the shadow on the side of his face, accentuated by the orange street lamps which lined the sidewalk around them.
“Alex. Who did you lose your virginity to?”
“A hooker,” he told her. “She was healthy, though, like we both got tested before and after the fact because I told her that I had my worries about that. Trust me, if there was anything nefarious going on down below, I would have known and I would have told you ahead of time, too.”
“And she literally doesn’t even know about it.” Christine had to resist the urge to cackle like a madwoman.
“Not a single part of it,” he replied. “And I don’t want it to be leaked out to anyone, either.”
“Of course! It’s not like I yak about my sex life to everyone on the block.”
“In fact, I think that’s why she’s been so combative lately,” he continued as he momentarily turned to the side to skirt past a street lamp. “She knows that I’ve been out and about with life, and I guess she got paranoid somewhere along the way. That’s my guess, anyway.”
“You know, if anything, that actually makes me feel a lot better about myself,” she confessed. “You’re kind of my first time.”
“Are you serious?” He turned his attention to her and gaped at her.
“Yeah. Hey, you struggle with an eating disorder and piss-poor body image, you’re not really going to go out and meet someone who will bring you pleasure. It’s kind of funny, though, people were always shocked whenever I told them I was a virgin. Like they couldn’t believe that I had reached my late twenties without having done an act or two.”
“See, I never could talk about it,” he added. “There’s this whole unspoken feeling that men should go out and conquer, but I never could do that. People just don’t think of nerds as all that sexy.”
“At least not now,” she assured him.
“Yeah, not anymore!” He chuckled at that, and then Christine gestured to the front door of the next building up.
“Is this you here?” he asked her as she rummaged through her pockets for her key.
“Yup, this is me.” She took out the key and unlocked the front door: Alex held the door for her, to which he then followed her inside.
“This is nice,” he remarked with a glance about the hallway there. “Really, this is nicer than my building.”
She led him up the stairs to the second floor. Silence fell over the corridor, and she could only assume that her mother was asleep. Christine spotted a small narrow box right by the corner of her front door: as they came closer, she spotted the white sheet of paper on top with her name on it.
“What you got here?” Alex asked her, as she picked up the paper, which was signed from Miss Estes.
“Oh, it’s here!” she declared: still with her key in hand, she unlocked her door and brought the package inside. Alex left the door slightly ajar as she set it down and opened it with the teeth of her key. The finished mugs had been wrapped up in old newspapers and tissues: when she revealed the one with the red dot on the side, she turned it to him.
“This is for you,” she told him as she handed him the mug. He raised his eyebrows and his face lit up.
“I made it in ceramics class,” she said, and he showed her the sweetest smile yet.
“I love it,” he declared.
“And I have one that matches,” she added, and she showed him her mug with the blue dot on the side.
“So sweet,” he muttered, and he cradled the mug in his hands as if he had just been given an engagement ring. He then opened his arms for her, and she returned the favor: she lay her head against his chest all the while.
“You’re so sweet it makes me want to cry,” he confessed in a soft voice. A knock on the door caught both of their attention; Christine let go and peered over at the door to see her mother stepping inside of the apartment with a slight grin on her face.
“Oh, good! Chris, you’re home. I was going to pick up the package from the school out here and bring it in to keep it safe.” She stopped and showed him an unsure smile. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company over.”
“Alex, this is my mom, Wendy,” she said. “Mom, this is Alex—the dynamic music teacher.” He extended a hand for her, and Wendy clasped him with both hands.
“It’s an absolute honor,” she proclaimed.
“Let’s just say I love your daughter, and it’s an absolute privilege to have her as my student,” Alex declared, and he turned his head back to Christine to flash her a wink out of Wendy’s line of sight.
“Well, the two of you like to come on over for some homemade blackberry cobbler?” she offered them.
“Ooh, yes, please!” Christine chirped.
“Oh, I would very much love to, but I have work to do,” Alex said with an unsure smile and slight shake of his head.
“I’ll make sure we have some for you,” Wendy said with a little nudge of her elbow to him, and she padded out of there.
“So… I’ll see you tomorrow at school?” Christine asked him.
“Always,” he replied with a moment of hesitation. “I don’t know if the girl at the receptionist desk told you, but I actually really am thinking of having an interview with NYU, though. A step into a higher direction, and something else for myself. It’s just thoughts at this point, though: I haven’t called anyone over there or anything. And just like with my virginity, I haven’t told her about it.”
She sighed through her nose, and he put his arms around her again one last time. Before he stepped out of there, he gazed on at the mug she had made for him with a wistful look on his face.
“See you tomorrow, Alex,” she declared, and he thoughtfully looked back at her one more time.
“See you tomorrow, dear Christine. Sleep well tonight for me.”
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