title: Spooning
Author: xen@populli.net
Fandom: Good vs Evil
pairing: Chandler/Henry
rating: NC-17 m/m, language
timeline: takes place immediately after "Portrait of Evil"
category: PWP, first times
Archive: yes, just let me know where.
status: new; complete 08/05/00
feedback: on or offlist, all feedback welcome.

dedicated to Bri

Chandler couldn't remember when Henry moved from his wheelchair to
sit beside him on the bed. He didn't remember finishing the last six
pack either. And he sure as hell didn't remember Henry getting under
the covers with him. But that was his partner, snoring into his
hair. Well, not snoring exactly. More like heavy breathing. Heavy,
hot moist breath tickling the hairs on his neck. (and where was his
neck brace, anyway?)

Henry sure was snuggling up close, they were practically spooning,
for Christ's sake. Chandler felt a hand he hadn't realized was there
clench and unclench his hip. Oh yeah, he's dreaming. No way is
Henry feeling my ass, he doesn't know what he's doing, he's dead
asleep. Chandler was still sleepy enough to convince himself he
wasn't enjoying the caress, he just didn't want to wake Henry by
moving his hand. He closed his eyes with a sigh, relaxing back into
the curve of Henry's body with a little wiggle. Henry responded with
a little wiggle of his own, moving his hips against Chandler's ass.
Smythe's eyes flew open as he realized Henry was quite hard. Henry's
arm wrapped around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.
Chandler's heart was pounding so hard he wondered if it was loud
enough to wake Henry. Apparently not, because Henry was grinding
against him now, moaning sleepily.

Oh god, if H wakes up and realizes its *me* he's humping, he's
gonna kick my ass, injured or not. Chandler bit his bottom lip and
decided he better pretend to be asleep too. He tried to ignore the
way his own cock was responding to Henry's movements. traitor He
tried not to move against Henry, but his hips moved on their own,
rubbing harder against him. How is H sleeping through this anyway?
He tried to slow his fevered panting down into the slow regular
breaths of a sleeping man, but it just wasn't happening. No way
could he pretend that wasn't Henry's hand rubbing slow circles around
his nipple through his thin T-shirt. Suddenly Henry pinched the
other nipple hard enough to make Chandler gasp.

And Henry giggled.

Realizing he'd been had, Chandler attempted to climb out of bed,
sputtering indignantly, but found himself quite trapped by strong
black arms wrapped around his waist. Henry pulled Chandler back
against him tight, then threw one leg over him for good measure.

"Where do you think you're going, man? You just gonna leave me like
this?" Henry punctuated the word "this" by grinding into Chandler's
ass again.

Chandler moaned from the warm contact.

"Henry you better not be fucking with my head, I don't care if you
are bigger than me, I'll kick your fucking ass!"

***

Henry laughed, a low, sexy sound from deep in his chest. He
ran his hand over Chandler's stomach in slow gentle circles. After a
few moments he felt Chandler relax from the soothing motion. Henry
nuzzled Chandler's neck and moved his hand downward, fondling
Chandler's stiffening cock through his boxers. Chandler arched his
hips forward, thrusting into Henry's hand, aching for more contact.
Henry nipped at the tender spot where his neck and shoulder met,
tasting his partner's skin. Henry's hand wandered upwards again,
this time moving under Chandler's shirt, fingers rasping through the
soft hair on his stomach. His fingers brushed over a nipple, and
this skin-to-skin contact caused Chandler to gasp again. Henry
teased it into a hard nub, while Chandler moaned and thrashed around.
God, he was so sensitive there. Henry moved over so Chandler could
lay flat on his back. Henry intended on taking full advantage of
this newly found sweet spot, but he took one look at his partner's
flushed face and knew he had to kiss those pouty lips, god, he had
wanted to kiss that mouth for so long…

Henry slid up Chandler's body, and both men moaned from the full
body contact. Chandler's looked dazed and his body
felt so hot, almost fevered. Henry took his face between his warm
palms, and moved in slowly for a kiss. When his lips came down on
Chandler's, he knew he was lost, drowning in the sweet taste of his
partner. Henry slid his tongue in Chandler's mouth and he felt a
shock course through his body, straight to his cock. He deepened the
kiss, claiming Chandler with his mouth. The kiss went on and on,
tongues sliding over each other wetly. When they finally came up for
air, both men were panting with desire.

Henry pulled Chan's shirt up over his head, but not over his arms,
so his arms were stretched up and tangled in the sleeves. Taking
full advantage of his smaller partner's vulnerable position, Henry
began lapping at Chandler's highly sensitive nipples, teasing one
with his tongue, long slow licks, then nipping the other gently with
his teeth, reveling in Chandler's response. Chan was thrashing
around as best he could, trapped by his shirt and Henry's body
weight. Henry's tongue was sending waves of pleasure straight to his
cock, which was diamond hard and dripping.

"God, Henry, I don't think I can last much longer, man."

Henry rolled Chandler back onto his side and pulled his partner's
shirt the rest of the way off. H reached into the night stand drawer
and brought out a tube of lube which he squeezed into his hand,
warming it. He scooped Chandler up close to him with his other arm
and Chan rested his head in the crook.

"You done this before, Chandler?" Henry whispered in his partner's
ear.

"No, I mean, yeah, I messed around some when I was a kid, but…"

"Shhh, its okay, I won't hurt you. If you're sure you want to…"

"God yes, I want it, Henry, I want it, please, please don't stop!"

Henry chuckled at that, and pressed a warm kiss to Chandler's
temple.

"Ok, Chan, but you tell me if you want to stop, I won't hurt you."

A long, desperate moan was his answer. Done talking, slowly Henry
began rubbing his slick fingers over the tight opening to Chandler's
body, getting him used to the feeling. He worked one finger in the
tight opening, loving the way Chandler wiggled and gasped in
response to his gentle touch. He carefully stretched the tight hole, then
added a second finger. He waited until Chandler was thrusting
back against his fingers, moaning and begging for more when
Henry suddenly pulled out. Chandler moaned from the loss, rocking his
hips back. Squeezing more lube on his hand, Henry covered his cock,
shuddering at the sensation and trying desperately not to give into
the urge to just come all over Chandler right then and there.

Henry pulled Chandler close to him again, and eased into his
partner's body, moaning as the searing heat engulfed him. He
resisted his urge to just pound into Chandler, and waited until
he felt Chan's body relax. He pulled almost completely out,
then changed his angle slightly and thrust back into him, making
Chandler shout. Henry chuckled at the look of surprise on his
partner's face as pleasure shot through his entire body.

"What was that?" Chandler asked breathlessly.

"Oh that? That's your sweet spot," Henry growled in Chandler's ear.

Henry began thrusting again, trying to pound into his partner's prostate each time, loving the sweet moans coming from Chandler. Henry reached around to meet Chandler's thrusting cock with his slick hand, stroking up and squeezing the tip. Henry felt his balls tensing up as Chandler came with a shout, seconds before Henry did, pumping blood hot fluid into his ass.

***

Both men lay panting with exertion, clinging to each other.

"You're a wild man, Chandler. Full of surprises."

"Me?" Chandler squeaked indignantly. "You're the one rubbing his
morning wood into my ass, starting shit…"

"Chandler?"

"What?!"

"Shut up and go back to sleep." Henry's eyes were already closing.

Chandler sighed dramatically and gave up, spooning up closer to his
partner before drifting off to sleep.

End Spooning.