The ongoing adventures of Blonsky/Chris: Part 4

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The ride remained uneventful at normal speeds, the road stretched on too long, and he came as close to their limit as possible before a motel billboard appeared declaring it was just a few miles ahead, next right. As much as he wanted to drive on through the night he knew it simply was not possible. Gas shortage due to earlier activities for one thing; the need to ditch the stolen car being another.

He made a snap decision and turned in to the motel's lot. It was late evening, not yet eight according to the radio, and he figured they could get a few hours rest before leaving at dawn.

"You're going in." He stated flatly, without looking towards Chris, as he parked the furthest away from the office's main doors. "Just get a room, no frills, the cheapest. Don't draw attention to yourself." A pointed glare for this last statement. For someone like Chris he knew this was almost an impossibility.

With the car stopped, he reached behind Chris for the bag full of the genius's collected junk. In the side pocket was the one thing he knew they'd packed, as he had put it there himself: a wallet discovered in that broken down home they'd stayed in. Two neatly folded twenties were handed to Chris, with the rest of the wallet disappearing into Blonsky's back pocket. If he hadn't tracked Banner for so long, he might've been tempted to use the credit cards.

"Seems simple enough, right? Out you go."

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Blonsky watched him with sharp eyes and a set expression, missing nothing. The teasing immediately gave way to anger. He'd seen enough quick smiles to know when they were fake; he'd dealt with politicians and higher ups who believed themselves impermeable. Chris hadn't nearly enough training or social interaction to fake it as well as he thought.

It would be too easy and, really, far too tempting to pin Chris to the nearest wall and confront him that way. He knew well enough how Chris was without his shields, when his senses were so beyond overwhelmed he couldn't even think of a lie let alone give words to one.

It was neither willpower nor morals that made him resist the obvious tension, for now, but merely impatience. That did not leave his companion entirely in the clear, though.

"Want to try that lie again? Or better yet, don't, and just be goddamn honest." His tone was all the warning Chris would get, the one chance he had to speak freely before things became more involved.

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That tone stripped all hope of pretence away, leaving Chris to stand and stare, left oddly vulnerable. He was practised enough in false smiles and forced non sequiturs to fool the ignorant masses who neither noticed nor cared if the façade happened to slip, but to the attentive he was as good as an open book. That Blonsky should happen to fall into the latter category was really no surprise.

Chris wet his lips nervously, glancing at the floor, before making eye contact again. "It's fine," he repeated, more quietly. There may still have been a twinge of something else, some doubt or fear or unease, but the words themselves held conviction.

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Blonsky stared a few seconds longer than necessary, before finally nodding in acceptance.

"Good. Oh, and word of advice? Don't attempt a lie unless you're really good at it." Which, by implication alone, it was evident Chris was not in that category. There was a beat where it was clear he wanted to ask more, though at the last second decided not to. Leave well enough alone... for now. The matter dealt with, he moved on to more important things.

"We've got about six hours we can rest, but not a minute more. We're out before the sun can give us away. In the old car if necessary, a new one preferably." A small pause. How easy it was to fall back in the role of Captain addressing a rookie. He shook his head. Much as the scenario fit, they were partners more than anything. So, with some hesitation, he added, "Any questions?"

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In response to Blonsky's advice, Chris merely smiled again, the expression simultaneously more genuine and infinitely more fragile than before. The effect was almost wryly self-depreciating, but if it should have come accompanied by some comment or another then he kept it to himself.

Instead he pulled off his shirt as Blonsky laid out their plan for the morning, balling it up in his hands and tossing it into the corner before taking a seat on the bed. When asked if he had questions, he paused in thought briefly before stripping down to his boxers and settling beneath the covers as he replied, "What's your favorite color?"

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Once again Chris surprised him simply through doing the unexpected. First with the stripping which, to his own credit, he regarded with barely more than a glance; then the question itself.

"How and why is that the first thing you think of?" He responded with curiosity as he stripped off his shirt, or what remained of it. He half turned and the item joined the pile already started. There were a few seconds as he stood very still, and simply listened.

Pleased with the results, he soon after settled in beside Chris, lying on his stomach and facing towards him.

"I dunno. Colors are just colors anyway. What's yours?"

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Chris watched the other in silence for a long moment, either still wary of whatever concern he'd had earlier or trying very hard to decide whether or not Blonsky's answer was acceptable. In that, at least, it was genuinely impossible to tell.

Finally he blinked, realizing that his question had been posed back to him.

"Chartreuse," he answered simply, reaching for the pillow on his side of the bed and pulling it down to curl against.

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Blonsky scoffed a little at that, having half-expected some odd answer. He was not disappointed.

"Couldn't be something normal then? Like blue or red. No, it had to be some bizarre... whatever it is."

He groaned and pressed his forehead to the pillow. He shifted and flexed his shoulders beneath the thin covers, forcing them partway off his back. The room felt much too warm, and he had no idea if it was own blood at fault, or the drugs he'd taken earlier. Maybe some mix of both.

"Back to more important things," he said, turning back round to Chris, "Any questions related to our current agenda?"

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Chris was silent for another long stretch of seconds, watching the unnatural protrusion of Blonsky's vertebrae beneath the smooth expanse of his back as he moved.

He glanced back up once the soldier had turned to him again, shaking his head slightly. Blonsky's instructions were clear enough, and he could understand why keeping to a single vehicle might prove problematic over time. Part of him had to wonder what the other man's long-term plan looked like, if he had one at all, but the rest of him didn't particularly mind one way or the other anyway, so to ask was mostly irrelevant. "Not really."

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He wasn't usually one for planning, and now was no different. Only the next couple of steps were vaguely sketched out; the end goal was a blur at best. He only knew he had to keep moving, to stay just under the radar.

The irony of being what he himself had hunted only a handful of days ago was, once again, at the forefront of his mind. He shoved it back.

"Good. Then we should be able to sleep without a problem."

Now with everything momentarily clear and sorted out, he moved further down to rest, and turned away from his bedmate. The silence lingered for only a moment or two.

"Chris, I can feel you staring."

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Caught, he didn't bother trying to deny it. Instead Chris reached out to run the tip of his finger down a few of the exposed ridges of Blonsky's spine, almost absently.

He'd been told about the Abomination, couldn't help but to have noticed the few physical deformities that lingered in Blonsky's normal form when they had first met, but he hadn't been given the opportunity to really look before.

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Blonsky tensed at the touch and hissed in a breath sharply, but permitted him to continue for a few seconds longer. The skin there was stretched to near breaking point over the bone, much more sensitive than before. He briefly considered capturing that roaming hand and putting it to better use elsewhere... Multiple scenarios that began that way danced through his head, all with the inevitable conclusion that neither of them would get any actual sleep.

Practicality won out over temptation once more, and he was oddly okay with that. Again he chalked that up to the drugs working as they should.

"Didn't take you long to get over your boundaries issues, did it?" He commented and turned once more to face him. Intentionally he moved beneath the soft fingertips, and encouraged further explorations. "They cannot be that fascinating to you."

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"I don't have boundaries issues," Chris countered bemusedly, his touch hesitating as he parsed that response.

Oh. Blonsky thought-- he pulled his hand away, letting it waver indecisively for moment before placing his entire palm across the other man's back, feeling skin stretch and shift atop the bony 'spines' with every breath. Proximity was hardly an issue; it was what the other might or might not choose to do with said proximity that threw him so thoroughly off balance.

"Biology isn't really my field," he offered in explanation instead, glad for a distraction in the name of scientific interest, "but something that could do this, and break every principle of mass/matter conservation?" He trailed off, circling one vertebrae with his thumb.

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"More than worth it," Blonsky mumbled in response, and tried to keep his mind focused on the sleep they needed, the long trip they had ahead of them. But Chris and those fingers of his...

The soldier moved before he could think twice about it, seized the other's unoccupied wrist and moved atop him in the span of seconds. He captured Chris's lips with his own, and at the same time, the knee he'd forced between the younger man's legs moved against him slowly, a small torturous bit of friction despite the clothes still between them.

"No issues at all, huh?" He teased when at least he broke the kiss to permit him some breath. "Shall I fix that?"

While Chris floundered for a response, Blonsky's sharp teeth found their way to his throat, biting once more in the sensitive area.

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Pulse jumping in response to the sudden, immediate shift in Blonsky's demeanor from restful to deliberate sensual assault, Chris grappled for the soldier's arm with his free hand, fingernails digging in with the excessive force of adrenaline and apprehension.

That tension bled too-quickly out of him on the exhale of a shaky sigh, his hand sliding up Blonsky's arm to find the ridges of his spine once again before his initial reaction could be called into question. Tentatively he traced over them, his touch much lighter than before.

"How do you propose you do that?" he challenged, managing false bravado surprisingly effectively, all things considered.

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Blonsky chuckled, the sound practically a purr against the younger man's throat, tongue and teeth a breath away from the skin before he raised his head.

With his free hand he traced absently his thumb along Chris's torso, from belly button to a meandering circle around his nipple. He observed with piercing eyes this new plaything pinned beneath him as he did, testing reactions. It was ever fascinating how Chris went from seductive to shy in the span of a few seconds.

"You afraid of me, Chris?" Calm, almost detached tone, as he moved his hand over. He pressed it flat, fingers splayed, above his heart.

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From there Blonsky would be able to feel as his captive's heartbeat continued to race, Chris dropping his own hand passively to his side. He shivered, tilting his hips experimentally against the leg insinuated between them, though his movements lacked the conviction necessary to alleviate any of that agonizing pressure of his own accord.

Still he managed to be defiant, if that defiance came filtered through the barest hint of actual uncertainty, "Should I be?"

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"Yes. 'Course you should. But you're not. A moth to a bloody flame, you are." The smallest note of amusement in that same contemplative voice.

The knee pressed against him remained still and he pressed down harder on Chris's chest, the smallest hint of the strength he possessed. It would require no effort at all to crush him, to shatter his rib cage into that pounding heart and nothing could stop him.

He didn't. Fun enough just thinking about it and he licked his lips. Blonsky moved Chris's hand to his torso, then further down to the zipper of his jeans. His hold loosened then, but didn't let go entirely.

"Touch me."

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Chris froze, paralyzed in a way he hadn't been even as his pulse had spiked under the weight of the soldier's hand bearing down upon him. The look of his hesitation would be recognizable as the same that had given him pause upon realizing the room had only one bed.

His fingers traced the path of the zip, touch somehow simultaneously as resolute as it was faltering, but went no further. His eyes flickered to meet Blonsky's, apprehensive. Maybe he wasn't afraid, or maybe he wasn't afraid for the reasons he should have been.

Or maybe something else entirely. "Make me."

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Something flashed in his eyes then, something dark and dangerous, and that would be Chris's only warning. The hand pressed to that frail chest darted forward and grabbed the side of his neck. He pulled him forward and met him halfway in a crushing kiss. It left no room for argument, he forced his tongue inside, claimed him. He kept at it, each second more intense than the last, and well past the point his lungs screamed for oxygen. Only then did he allow the other to gasp for breath. His own were deep, though even, controlled.

But he was far from done. He sucked the tender lower lip into his mouth before capturing the flesh between his teeth and bit down. Painful to the point of agonizing, but not enough to cause bleeding, he released it only to lick at the new teeth marks.

"You sure that's a good idea?" His said as his thumb moved over Chris's throat, gentle at first then pressing in. Once again a hint at the damage he could do.

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Panting through the tail end of a pained gasp, Chris swallowed roughly, feeling Blonsky's thumb constrict his throat all the more with the motion and that in turn only causing his breath to stutter unevenly. He shook his head, eyes falling closed, movements uncoordinated as the hand still held in Blonsky's grasp tugged obediently at the zipper to his jeans.

"No," he answered, tone still deceptively strong for as short as his breath was, as clearly out of his depth as he was, "But that's never stopped me before."

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Blonsky only grinned, and moved his knee offering only the tiniest bit of friction, nowhere near as much he knew Chris needed. It was a silent 'I know' and further encouragement to his hesitant obedience.

"Good boy," he said approvingly against Chris's lips, so very close. Already he could see a bruise forming at his throat from where he'd pressed. He rubbed at the wrist he still held, just a bit insistent, while he regarded him curiously. Suddenly, he asked, "You've never been with a man before, have you?"

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An involuntary sound escaping him in response to Blonsky's 'encouragement', Chris tried in vain for more of the same, legs spread invitingly as he moved pleadingly against the other man's knee-- only to have it removed from his reach. The abruptness of Blonsky's question caught him by surprise, heart nearly skipping a beat as he attempted to refocus on the man above him. Fear and arousal would be evident in equal parts; wanting this because he didn't, not wanting it because he did.

But Chris didn't answer, merely reached for Blonsky's hip with his free hand in a bid to draw him closer, other hand boldly groping through the open fly of the soldier's jeans with a courage that he clearly didn't possess. It was another challenge posed: does it matter?

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He went with the subtle direction, moved closer, allowing Chris to reach all he dared to touch. There was a breathy moan against his lips when he finally obeyed. Those almost desperate, and certainly clumsy, hands would find him already hard, needy but not yet out of control.

Chris's movements practically screamed his inexperience for the entire motel, but that wasn't good enough. Blonsky released his wrist and at the same time moved easily between those inviting legs and pressed himself down against him. Only the thin material of Chris's boxers kept them from completely touching. Just how he wanted it.

"You will answer me, Chris." An insistent thrust against him to emphasize his point.

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Chris groaned in response, both hands reaching for Blonsky's back and clawing at the sensitive skin along the soldier's spine as he tried desperately to pull him closer, hips grinding up in an involuntary stutter against the heat of Blonsky's erection through the threadbare material between them. Nowhere near enough to satisfy, it left him wanting; wanting to be touched the way he'd been kissed, leaving no room for argument. The intensity of that desire sent a shiver through him, tension having once again found its way into every line of his body.

"No," he managed at long last, the admission revealing far more than its words alone, "I haven't."

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He half-growled, half-moaned and surged forward, practically fucking Chris through his boxers, but forced himself to slow down. He set his free hand on Chris's knee, inching it slowly closer to the heated center. But he held back until after the reply. After, he captured Chris's lips again in a kiss that demanded everything, least of all submission.

At the same time he nearly tore the flimsy waistband as he shoved it away, and soon gripped their erections together in his strong grasp, rubbing and moving and working his fingers over them both. Once again the kiss lasted past the point of needing air before it ended.