Offerings
by northern

For Kim.

Chris watched through the open doorway as JC sat on the floor, eyes closed, legs crossed and hands loosely resting in his lap. The sun was shining in through the window, making his face look angelic and serene. Chris tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong with this picture.

JC spoke without opening his eyes. "You're contaminating my Sphere of Tranquillity, Chris. Please go away."

Chris's gaze fell on the floor next to JC. The perspective seemed awry somehow. He realized his mouth was open and closed it with a snap.

"Dude. You're floating."

JC opened his eyes. A frown was developing on his face.

"If you don't go away, soon I won't be," he said. "So go away." He closed his eyes again.

Chris rushed into the room, flinging himself on the floor to check that he wasn't just being tricked somehow. He ran a hand through the space under JC, but all he could feel was some dust on the floor. Then JC abruptly dropped down, trapping his hand. He tried to pull it out from under him, but couldn't.

"Ow! Get off of me!"

JC was kind of heavy, really. At least his ass was. And bony, too. He managed to turn his hand around and grab a handful of it. JC emitted a strangled yelp, but didn't budge. He twisted his head to look at Chris. His face didn't even look remotely angelic anymore.

"Do you know how much time and effort it takes for me to get that far?"

In fact, JC looked very irritated. Almost angry. Chris tugged again at his hand. Didn't budge.

"Well, excuse this lowly life form for disturbing the great and mighty Guru, then. Now get off!"

JC wiggled on his hand and glared at him. It hurt. It also made him think about other situations with hands and asses. And wiggling and grinding.

"Get off get off getoff! ...of me," he added.

"Not until you've apologized properly," JC said and grinded some more. His fingers were getting numb. Then Chris's fingers ended up wedged where he didn't think JC had really intended them to end up. Chris wiggled his fingers and watched JC's colour rise and knew he hadn't.

"Sure you don't wanna get off?" he said, pressing hard behind JC's balls. He allowed himself a smirk when JC made a sound like a cut-off moan and gripped his arm hard.

"Stop it," JC said, his voice kind of high.

Chris pressed again.

"I... I need to meditate if I'm ever going to become something," JC said, the words rushing out of him. "I have to complete my Sphere of Tranquillity. It's something I have to do. You can't disturb me when I'm doing that, Chris." He sounded more pleading than irritated now. His fingers were making permanent grooves in Chris's arm as Chris continued making rhythmical little pushes, trying to work his fingers further back.

"And what's this 'Sphere of Tranquillity' thing, then, JC?" Chris asked a little breathlessly. He managed to move his legs around so he was sitting with JC in front of him.

"It's..." JC unexpectedly hitched his hips a little, making it oh so easy for Chris to move his hand that last little bit. JC drew in a breath and held absolutely still for a moment. Then he let the air out shakily in a hardly audible moan and grinded down hard on Chris's hand, letting his head fall back.

Chris put his free arm around JC's waist, pulling him close to anchor him. He turned his head and buried his face in JC's neck. Took a long, deep breath. JC smelled like morning and sunlight. And lavender.

"Yeah, what is it?" he whispered into his ear. He squeezed JC's inner thigh and watched him trying to decide whether to push up against his hand or down against his hand. There was a pause while Chris continued kneading with both hands.

"Hunh?" JC finally said. He was panting shallowly. His eyes were closed. Chris smiled.

"What's a 'Sphere of Tranquillity'?" he asked, making sure to enunciate clearly and slowly into JC's ear.

"It's. It's a pact thing."

Chris moved his hand over the distended crotch of JC's pants and squeezed. JC whined and arched his back, trying to spread his legs more.

"A pact?" Chris let his hands still, just held them there without moving them. JC squirmed. "A pact with whom? And for what?"

JC tried desperately to rock into Chris's hand, but quieted with a frustrated moan when Chris bit hard at the side of his neck.

"Explain the pact." Chris admired the bite marks on JC's neck. Licked them once for good measure. JC shuddered and breathed.

"Mm... the pact is... it's a... thing," JC managed.

Chris made an encouraging noise and pushed his tongue into the grooves left by his teeth. He loved marked skin.

"It's. He promised me... a life of music. But I have to give him things in return."

Chris removed his mouth. It made a wet loud sound, not wanting to leave the delicious skin. "What do you give him? And who is he?" He started up a steady rhythm of squeezing and kneading with his hands to emphasize the importance of the question.

"Oh..." JC said. And "Ohh..."

And "I wear an amulet. I give him my dreams. He's the Devil."