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filthgoblin) wrote2009-05-31 01:43 pm
filthgoblin) wrote2009-05-31 01:43 pm
Fic: "Kiss and Swallow", RPF - Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, R
Title: Kiss and Swallow
Fandom: RPF New!Trek
Characters: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word count: 1,200
Rating: R
Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE. If that is your squick do not click. No offence intended; no reality implied. These are merely facsimilies created in my addled mind of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains Sexual activity and strong language
Summary: A memory flitted through Chris's mind's eye of Zach with a lop-sided smile topped with intense, dark eyes fixed on him. It made him feel crazy and giggly, like a teenager with a crush. A really horny teenager with a crush.
Writer's notes: Huge thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candesgirl who beta'd, Yank-picked and rescued me from tense hell. Remaining errors are my own. Any comments, crit or other feedback gratefully received.
Chris pushed open the door to his hotel room with his ass as he swigged the last mouthful of water from a plastic bottle and dumped it in the trash basket. As thankful as he was for his job and the fact that even the worst bit of it meant he got to just sit and chat with people, the repetitive questions and constant grinning sure was getting tiring. Regarding his reflection in the mirror, he saw a man who looked more than a little crumpled after a day of sitting still while other people came to him or, more accurately, them. He and Zach had been constant companions throughout the course of this publicity tour.
Zach. Chris smiled at the thought of his co-star and junket partner, which surprised him. They'd spent ungodly amounts of time in each other's company in the past few weeks, past few months in fact, now he thought about it. It would be totally understandable to feel bored of someone's company after keeping such close quarters for such a long time, but that just didn't seem to be happening with Zach. In fact, the more time they spent together, the more Chris craved being near him. Common sense would suggest that he should want space, but Chris had found the physical space between them narrowing as they sat side by side, day after day. It had been a subtle shift at first, but then he'd begun to notice his skin humming from the proximity as gaps between them narrowed; elbows brushing; knees touching. The mutual escalation of what he could only call flirtation hadn't escaped his notice either. It was almost like an unspoken dare, to see who could be the most suggestive in an interview. The comments about sexual chemistry and closeness had made him smirk to begin with, but Chris was sure he couldn't be imagining the increasing heat he felt in Zach's gaze as time went on. Even if his mind was exaggerating the meaning of those words, the gestures and shared looks, Chris knew that he wasn't imagining the effect it had. A memory flitted through Chris's mind's eye of Zach with a lop-sided smile topped with intense, dark eyes fixed on him. It made him feel crazy and giggly, like a teenager with a crush.
A really horny teenager with a crush.
Sitting down on the edge of his broad hotel room bed, Chris ran his palms up and down the lengths of his thighs, feeling the buzz of the coarse denim traveling along his fingers and making the hairs on the backs of his arms stand on end. His mind skipped to close physical contact of another kind; remembering from shooting the number of times Zach's hand held him firmly; torso bearing down on him; legs pressed against his. When they were filming they were both completely absorbed in their performances, all thoughts consumed with the emotions of the scene. It was only later, after seeing it back and replaying it endless times in his head, that Chris realized how much he wanted Zach to move on him like that for real.
Kicking off his shoes and swinging his feet onto the bed, Chris pictured Zach's face inches away from his own; large, powerful hands pinning him to... to what? A table? A brief search of the room brought Chris's eyes to rest on the dresser opposite the end of the bed. Zach would push him back across the dresser. Suddenly aware his pants felt very tight, Chris snapped open the fly, easing the waistband just over his hips and dipping his hand through the opening at the front of his shorts. Long fingers closed around his stiffening cock as his eyes closed, the image of Zach's face coming to focus behind his lids as soon as they were shut.
Stroking himself lightly, Chris let his mind wander and weave a scenario. A brief knock on the door of his room, and Chris would open it to see Zach stalk wordlessly towards him like a predator and with a smirk on his lips until the backs of Chris's thighs hit the edge of the dresser. As he sprawled backwards across the surface, Zach's palms would press against his shoulders as Zach closed the gap between their lips. Chris held his breath as in his fantasy Zach's tongue searched his mouth, moaning low in his throat. Chests pressed together, Zach would grind against Chris's thigh, clear that the hardness Chris felt had started before the knock on the hotel room door. Chris pictured Zach's long, nimble fingers that had captivated his attention in many an interview, imagining how quickly they would deal with the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom, flat palms sweeping up from his stomach and outward to expose his chest. Gasping, he imagined how hot Zach's tongue would be on his sensitized skin, how it would leave cool trails across that bared expanse of chest. The bed squeaked quietly as Chris writhed and thrust up against his own palm, picturing Zach's phantom fingers doing away with his pants and heard himself groan aloud as he would if Zach fixed him with a lustful look, if Zach would bury his nose into the coarse hair springing from his shorts and take Chris into his mouth. That articulate mouth, so skilled at striking him dumb in conversation, would be just skilled put to other uses, Chris was sure of that. Tension built in his thighs as he squeezed his cock and rolled it in his fist. Somehow Zach would know just how hard to suck; how long to linger. He'd push his hands under Chris's body, gripping his ass and pulling him into that mouth like he couldn't get enough and Chris wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking handfuls of Zach’s carefully styled hair in his hands and pulling him closer still, conjuring the sensation of a skillful tongue probing and tracing every ridge of his cock. The pace of Chris's heart quickened with his hand. If the mere thought of it had this effect on him, he knew he wouldn't last long in Zach's mouth. His stroke picked up to a frenzied pace as he came hard, longing for the sensation of an undulating tongue to swallow it all.
The room was silent, punctuated only by Chris's short breaths as he recovered. From the bed, he could just about see his own face in the mirror above the dresser, flushed, and realized he didn't feel awkward. Hell, it's just a fantasy, right? He grinned at his reflection and ran his hand through his hair.
Three quiet knocks echoed through the room, and Chris's smile melted into a look of panic. Following the day of interviews, Chris had suggested to Zach that he come to his room to attack the mini-bar rather than face the throngs of journalists still stalking the lobby of the hotel. The tapping at the door was followed by whirring sound of a key-card engaging the lock.
Chris had given Zach his spare room key.
Fandom: RPF New!Trek
Characters: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word count: 1,200
Rating: R
Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE. If that is your squick do not click. No offence intended; no reality implied. These are merely facsimilies created in my addled mind of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains Sexual activity and strong language
Summary: A memory flitted through Chris's mind's eye of Zach with a lop-sided smile topped with intense, dark eyes fixed on him. It made him feel crazy and giggly, like a teenager with a crush. A really horny teenager with a crush.
Writer's notes: Huge thanks to
candesgirl who beta'd, Yank-picked and rescued me from tense hell. Remaining errors are my own. Any comments, crit or other feedback gratefully received.Chris pushed open the door to his hotel room with his ass as he swigged the last mouthful of water from a plastic bottle and dumped it in the trash basket. As thankful as he was for his job and the fact that even the worst bit of it meant he got to just sit and chat with people, the repetitive questions and constant grinning sure was getting tiring. Regarding his reflection in the mirror, he saw a man who looked more than a little crumpled after a day of sitting still while other people came to him or, more accurately, them. He and Zach had been constant companions throughout the course of this publicity tour.
Zach. Chris smiled at the thought of his co-star and junket partner, which surprised him. They'd spent ungodly amounts of time in each other's company in the past few weeks, past few months in fact, now he thought about it. It would be totally understandable to feel bored of someone's company after keeping such close quarters for such a long time, but that just didn't seem to be happening with Zach. In fact, the more time they spent together, the more Chris craved being near him. Common sense would suggest that he should want space, but Chris had found the physical space between them narrowing as they sat side by side, day after day. It had been a subtle shift at first, but then he'd begun to notice his skin humming from the proximity as gaps between them narrowed; elbows brushing; knees touching. The mutual escalation of what he could only call flirtation hadn't escaped his notice either. It was almost like an unspoken dare, to see who could be the most suggestive in an interview. The comments about sexual chemistry and closeness had made him smirk to begin with, but Chris was sure he couldn't be imagining the increasing heat he felt in Zach's gaze as time went on. Even if his mind was exaggerating the meaning of those words, the gestures and shared looks, Chris knew that he wasn't imagining the effect it had. A memory flitted through Chris's mind's eye of Zach with a lop-sided smile topped with intense, dark eyes fixed on him. It made him feel crazy and giggly, like a teenager with a crush.
A really horny teenager with a crush.
Sitting down on the edge of his broad hotel room bed, Chris ran his palms up and down the lengths of his thighs, feeling the buzz of the coarse denim traveling along his fingers and making the hairs on the backs of his arms stand on end. His mind skipped to close physical contact of another kind; remembering from shooting the number of times Zach's hand held him firmly; torso bearing down on him; legs pressed against his. When they were filming they were both completely absorbed in their performances, all thoughts consumed with the emotions of the scene. It was only later, after seeing it back and replaying it endless times in his head, that Chris realized how much he wanted Zach to move on him like that for real.
Kicking off his shoes and swinging his feet onto the bed, Chris pictured Zach's face inches away from his own; large, powerful hands pinning him to... to what? A table? A brief search of the room brought Chris's eyes to rest on the dresser opposite the end of the bed. Zach would push him back across the dresser. Suddenly aware his pants felt very tight, Chris snapped open the fly, easing the waistband just over his hips and dipping his hand through the opening at the front of his shorts. Long fingers closed around his stiffening cock as his eyes closed, the image of Zach's face coming to focus behind his lids as soon as they were shut.
Stroking himself lightly, Chris let his mind wander and weave a scenario. A brief knock on the door of his room, and Chris would open it to see Zach stalk wordlessly towards him like a predator and with a smirk on his lips until the backs of Chris's thighs hit the edge of the dresser. As he sprawled backwards across the surface, Zach's palms would press against his shoulders as Zach closed the gap between their lips. Chris held his breath as in his fantasy Zach's tongue searched his mouth, moaning low in his throat. Chests pressed together, Zach would grind against Chris's thigh, clear that the hardness Chris felt had started before the knock on the hotel room door. Chris pictured Zach's long, nimble fingers that had captivated his attention in many an interview, imagining how quickly they would deal with the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom, flat palms sweeping up from his stomach and outward to expose his chest. Gasping, he imagined how hot Zach's tongue would be on his sensitized skin, how it would leave cool trails across that bared expanse of chest. The bed squeaked quietly as Chris writhed and thrust up against his own palm, picturing Zach's phantom fingers doing away with his pants and heard himself groan aloud as he would if Zach fixed him with a lustful look, if Zach would bury his nose into the coarse hair springing from his shorts and take Chris into his mouth. That articulate mouth, so skilled at striking him dumb in conversation, would be just skilled put to other uses, Chris was sure of that. Tension built in his thighs as he squeezed his cock and rolled it in his fist. Somehow Zach would know just how hard to suck; how long to linger. He'd push his hands under Chris's body, gripping his ass and pulling him into that mouth like he couldn't get enough and Chris wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking handfuls of Zach’s carefully styled hair in his hands and pulling him closer still, conjuring the sensation of a skillful tongue probing and tracing every ridge of his cock. The pace of Chris's heart quickened with his hand. If the mere thought of it had this effect on him, he knew he wouldn't last long in Zach's mouth. His stroke picked up to a frenzied pace as he came hard, longing for the sensation of an undulating tongue to swallow it all.
The room was silent, punctuated only by Chris's short breaths as he recovered. From the bed, he could just about see his own face in the mirror above the dresser, flushed, and realized he didn't feel awkward. Hell, it's just a fantasy, right? He grinned at his reflection and ran his hand through his hair.
Three quiet knocks echoed through the room, and Chris's smile melted into a look of panic. Following the day of interviews, Chris had suggested to Zach that he come to his room to attack the mini-bar rather than face the throngs of journalists still stalking the lobby of the hotel. The tapping at the door was followed by whirring sound of a key-card engaging the lock.
Chris had given Zach his spare room key.