He visits Chris at work at the end of the day, and he’s informed Chris is in the stockroom. Tim nods, Chris is probably putting the wrong price tags on things again, that’s what he usually does.
“Hey, Chris,” Tim says, as he steps in the stockroom.
Chris starts, and turns to look at him. “What are you doing here?” he demands.
“I found out why everyone was acting strangely!” he exclaims. “Pheromone spray! Seriously, they sprayed it on me to see if it doesn’t work on kids!”
Chris stares at him. “Pheromone spray?”
“Yes, can you believe – mmmphf.” Tim is shoved against the door by Chris, who then kisses him firmly, his hands curling in Tim’s shirt. “Mmphf!”
Chris pulls back a little to nuzzle at Tim’s neck. “Sorry,” he mutters. “It’s the pheromones, not me.”
“Chris,” Tim says, leaning back a little as Chris presses kisses down his neck. “Chris!”
“I told you.” Chris pulls back, his fists still in Tim’s shirt. “I can’t help it.” He kisses Tim firmly again, his tongue slowly licking Tim’s lips, and it’s kind of – oddly – nice.
“Chris,” Tim mutters, and Chris takes the chance to slide his tongue in and it’s – it’s definitely nice. They stand like that for a few moments, Chris pressing himself against Tim and kissing him like his life depends on it. When Chris calms a little, Tim carefully pushes him back. “My boss sprayed with an anti-spray this morning.”
Chris stares at him, panting a little, his lips swollen and slick, and his eyes are wide. “What?”
“Anti-pheromone spray,” Tim explains, still a bit taken aback by Chris kissing him. “This morning. So.”
“So you’re not…” Chris mutters, and he frowns. He's not backing away, though.
“Not irresistible.” Although he clearly is to Chris. Which is… interesting. And if the kissing is anything to go by, nice.
“Delayed reaction!” he exclaims, and nods firmly. “It – it just took a longer time for the pheromones to work on me!”
Tim shakes his head. “Be honest, Chris.” He gives Chris his best stern look, and Chris sighs.
“I may have slightly wanted to rip the clothes from your body so we can have filthy sex for a while now,” Chris explains, and smiles.
Tim stares at him. Chris keeps smiling back. Tim stares at him some more. “What?”
“Me, you, filthy sex,” Chris says, as if that is supposed to clear anything up. “You want to?”
“Uhm,” says Tim, “but yesterday, with the spray...”
Chris rolls his eyes, and sighs. “I already wanted to shag you before you put on that spray. Of course it's not suddenly going to make me want to jump you!” Chris bites his lip. “Well, maybe a bit more than normal.”
Tim is staring at his lip. It's a nice lip. “Oh?”
“So, obviously, if I'm already used to not jumping you, that spray isn't going to make me do it,” Chris explains, as if this is all perfectly simple and obvious and Tim is just being dense. Then he smiles. “So, what're we going to do about it?”
Tim blinks. “Er,” he says.
“Because either you want to have sex with me, or you don't,” Chris says. “But I'm just saying that you weren't exactly fighting me off just then.”
“What about a date?” he blurts out, then frowns to himself as Chris stares at him like he's grown another head. “No?”
Chris shakes his head. “No, Tim. No dating. Ugh. If I want to watch a film with you, we do it at your place. Or mine. Comfortably on a sofa without other idiots around and no overpriced snacks.”
“We can do that,” Tim suggests weakly, because Chris is still standing far too close, and this is not what he expected when he walked into the stockroom, but he realises that he hardly minds.
Chris is slowly rubbing his hands over Tim's shirt. “Hmm,” he says. “But we'll have filthy sex after, right?”
“Well...”
Chris shifts closer to kiss him again, his tongue sliding in without problem, his entire body pressing against Tim's, and when his fingers slide up to stroke Tim's jaw, Tim may whimper just a little. He feels Chris grin against him, and pull back. “Filthy sex after?” he asks.
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Re: Unprompted - pheromone spray, Tim/Chris, 5 PG-13
Date: 2011-10-30 10:29 pm (UTC)“Hey, Chris,” Tim says, as he steps in the stockroom.
Chris starts, and turns to look at him. “What are you doing here?” he demands.
“I found out why everyone was acting strangely!” he exclaims. “Pheromone spray! Seriously, they sprayed it on me to see if it doesn’t work on kids!”
Chris stares at him. “Pheromone spray?”
“Yes, can you believe – mmmphf.” Tim is shoved against the door by Chris, who then kisses him firmly, his hands curling in Tim’s shirt. “Mmphf!”
Chris pulls back a little to nuzzle at Tim’s neck. “Sorry,” he mutters. “It’s the pheromones, not me.”
“Chris,” Tim says, leaning back a little as Chris presses kisses down his neck. “Chris!”
“I told you.” Chris pulls back, his fists still in Tim’s shirt. “I can’t help it.” He kisses Tim firmly again, his tongue slowly licking Tim’s lips, and it’s kind of – oddly – nice.
“Chris,” Tim mutters, and Chris takes the chance to slide his tongue in and it’s – it’s definitely nice. They stand like that for a few moments, Chris pressing himself against Tim and kissing him like his life depends on it. When Chris calms a little, Tim carefully pushes him back. “My boss sprayed with an anti-spray this morning.”
Chris stares at him, panting a little, his lips swollen and slick, and his eyes are wide. “What?”
“Anti-pheromone spray,” Tim explains, still a bit taken aback by Chris kissing him. “This morning. So.”
“So you’re not…” Chris mutters, and he frowns. He's not backing away, though.
“Not irresistible.” Although he clearly is to Chris. Which is… interesting. And if the kissing is anything to go by, nice.
“Delayed reaction!” he exclaims, and nods firmly. “It – it just took a longer time for the pheromones to work on me!”
Tim shakes his head. “Be honest, Chris.” He gives Chris his best stern look, and Chris sighs.
“I may have slightly wanted to rip the clothes from your body so we can have filthy sex for a while now,” Chris explains, and smiles.
Tim stares at him. Chris keeps smiling back. Tim stares at him some more. “What?”
“Me, you, filthy sex,” Chris says, as if that is supposed to clear anything up. “You want to?”
“Uhm,” says Tim, “but yesterday, with the spray...”
Chris rolls his eyes, and sighs. “I already wanted to shag you before you put on that spray. Of course it's not suddenly going to make me want to jump you!” Chris bites his lip. “Well, maybe a bit more than normal.”
Tim is staring at his lip. It's a nice lip. “Oh?”
“So, obviously, if I'm already used to not jumping you, that spray isn't going to make me do it,” Chris explains, as if this is all perfectly simple and obvious and Tim is just being dense. Then he smiles. “So, what're we going to do about it?”
Tim blinks. “Er,” he says.
“Because either you want to have sex with me, or you don't,” Chris says. “But I'm just saying that you weren't exactly fighting me off just then.”
“What about a date?” he blurts out, then frowns to himself as Chris stares at him like he's grown another head. “No?”
Chris shakes his head. “No, Tim. No dating. Ugh. If I want to watch a film with you, we do it at your place. Or mine. Comfortably on a sofa without other idiots around and no overpriced snacks.”
“We can do that,” Tim suggests weakly, because Chris is still standing far too close, and this is not what he expected when he walked into the stockroom, but he realises that he hardly minds.
Chris is slowly rubbing his hands over Tim's shirt. “Hmm,” he says. “But we'll have filthy sex after, right?”
“Well...”
Chris shifts closer to kiss him again, his tongue sliding in without problem, his entire body pressing against Tim's, and when his fingers slide up to stroke Tim's jaw, Tim may whimper just a little. He feels Chris grin against him, and pull back. “Filthy sex after?” he asks.
Tim slowly nods. “Yes.”