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filthgoblinTitle: "Closer"
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filthgoblin and terraswrath
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Wordcount: 6,948
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 generated during the course of our filthy exchanges via MSN of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains hardcore sexual activity and strong language.
Writer's notes: This has been a long time in the making, both in chatting it out and in my tardy editing and pulling it together into a coherent piece of fiction rather than our addled dribbling over our respective keyboards about these two gorgeous men. Unbeta'd so any errors are my own.
It had been a good night, and felt great for them both to be back in LA. Sense would probably dictate that now they were home they might have spent the night seeing friends, family, other people, but when Chris had called Zach to suggest they get together for a beer, Zach hadn't hesitated to say yes. Chris has chosen the bar - a low-key place that Zach had never heard of - and they'd spent the evening just talking, laughing, enjoying being back in town and not worrying about what the next work engagement held. As the night wore on, the alcohol combined with exhaustion and jet-lag took its toll and by midnight they were both wrecked. Zach was the first to realize he should probably go home and get some sleep, and Chris suggested they shared a cab, reasoning they'd have to pass Zach's to get to his own apartment anyway. But by the time the cab pulled up outside Zach's apartment he'd started to get a second wind. Truth be told, neither of them really knew what time of day it was any more having buzzed through so many timezones at pretty much warp speed in the past few weeks. Turning to Chris as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, Zach bit his lip and frowned for a second before asking Chris to come in for another drink. This time it was Chris who didn't hesitate, and was out of the door before Zach had finished counting out the bills to pay the cab driver.
They only just made it through the front door, Zach still with keys in hand, before Chris half-stumbled, half-lunged at him, pinning him against the wall with his hands on either side of Zach's face. Shocked, Zach froze, dropping his keys on the floor in the split second before Chris's lips met his forcefully, tongue that tasted of beer pushing past his lips and into his mouth. It was over in a moment; Chris pulled back and started to apologize and ran his hand through his hair, embarrassed. “Fuck, man, I don't know what came over...” Zach's stomach lurched with excitement and lust, and without thinking he seized Chris's shirt and pulled him back against his body, kissing him hard, feeling hands grabbing his ass and pulling his hips against his own. So hard it almost hurt. Almost.
Loosening his grip on his on Chris's shirt, Zach's fingers trailed up his neck as he broke from the kiss, a moan merging between their open mouths. In response, Chris forced Zach back against the wall, grinding into him hard. As Zach's head tilted, Chris's teeth grazed along Zach's bottom lip and he couldn't stop himself from biting down. Regaining control of his other hand, Zach reached down to squeeze Chris's ass, muscle taut from the thrust against his own hip, and swept it upwards. Fingers caught under Chris's t-shirt and his broad palm pressed firmly as it traveled across the plane of Chris's toned back, fingers lightly tracing the dip of his spine. Zach's spine arched in response to that firm touch setting fire to his nerve endings, trying to convey through his actions that he wanted Zach to continue by pressing their bodies flush together. The body pressed against Chris's felt slim, yes, but muscular, and Chris felt even more aware of how this was Zach, and therefore how crazy it all was. That didn't stop him from mumbling "Ah, Zach.." letting go of his lip and moving to his neck, to his cheek, lips grazing dark stubble before their mouths come together again. Chris's hands, caught between the wall and Zach, pulled up only enough for to reach the lip of his jeans before sliding insistently into them, kneading flesh as his tongue pressed against Zach's insistently, making him gasp.
Running his tongue over Chris's lips, Zach traced the path he'd seen Chris's own tongue take countless times during endless interviews and hadn't realized before that moment how much he wanted to follow the pink tip back inside Chris's mouth. Chris's insistent fingers pressed and clawed at the sensitive skin on his ass as he explored Chris's teeth with his tongue and groaned again. Breaking the kiss, his head hit the wall, panting and staring at the ceiling. Without moving his head, his eyes swivel to look at Chris's, lids heavy with desire. "What are we doing, man? I mean, this... This is just..."
A moment of doubt hung between them both, Chris pulling away enough to hesitate, just long enough to realize that unless Zach told him outright to stop, nothing was going to prevent him from kissing up that long stretch of neck presented to him oh so willingly. He flashed a grin he hoped made him appear more confident than he actually felt. "I dunno. Roll with it?" and tilted his head just enough to nibble along the sharp line of Zach's jaw down to the pulse point in his neck. Hands moved almost of their own accord, out of the front of Zach's jeans and to the fly, working on the top button diligently.
A shiver ran up Zach's neck, goosebumps springing up under Chris's lips pressed against his throat. He wanted to give Chris the out, the chance to pull back from whatever this crazy moment had started, but if Chris was prepared to keep going he wasn't going to stop. Tilting his head back further, he found himself using his head for balance as he pressed is crotch forward to meet Chris's hands, willing his fly to unfasten more quickly. As Chris stepped back to allow Zach to shimmy out of his pants, he reached behind Chris and in one fluid movement, pulled the t-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless and smirking. He watched Chris's tongue dart out and dance across his lips again, only now he didn't suppress the urge. He pulled Chris's warm, bare torso against his body and felt stubble rasp against his own.
Chris let out a throaty sound into Zach's mouth, pleased that he could coax this need out of his usually quiet and subdued friend. The reaction he caused turned him on even more. Fingers wasted little time in moving to unbutton Zach's shirt, but his hands felt clumsy, palms sweaty, caught between the lure of Zach's bared skin and the urge to bare even more. As Zach's shirt slipped off his shoulders Chris pressed his palms flat against the wall either side of him, pinning Zach into place and kissed him hard. Chris pulled back just enough to scrutinize the effect, a jolt of arousal passing through him to see Zach so debauched; eyes dark with want; face flushed a shade deeper than usual.
"Now you can't tell me you're not enjoying it," Chris smirked, voice soft, leaning in to kiss that pliant mouth again, pulling away a fraction every so often just to feel Zach press delightfully close in order to follow his lips.
As his eyelids fluttered closed, Zach felt words building in his chest, burning in his throat and heating his cheeks. Even though he so desperately wanted to speak, he was scared of sounding ridiculous. He always considered what he was going to say, but the urge to blurt out what was in his mind was almost unbearable and the fear of making an dick of himself took a back seat to his need. Swallowing hard, he grips Chris's shoulders and bodily pushed him backwards. Regarding Chris's shocked, slightly hurt expression, Zach started to speak quietly. "I want to see you naked. I mean, I need it. I need you. I need to see all of you. Now..." Zach let his hands drop from Chris's upper arms and struggled to keep his head up, eyes straining to look away from Chris's face for fear of hearing him laugh at what he'd just said out loud.
Chris stared at him a long moment before breaking into a maddening grin, "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." He pulled Zach from the wall, kissing the conflicted expression off his face as he guided him backwards into the main room and over to where he remembered there to be a large couch. The moment Chris felt Zach's legs hit something vaguely solid he pushed him backwards, watching him slip over the arm of the chair and onto the cushions. Still unable to take the grin off his face, Chris studied splayed limbs, smooth skin half-hidden by dark hair and an erection barely confined in Zach's boxers. The scene made his cock twitch, particularly the way in which the low lighting of the apartment threw shadows over Zach's body. He knew all too well how absurd this was, but Chris couldn't walk away now. He doubted he could stay sane, let alone professional, if it could only ever go this far. "Well, I suppose since I do have more clothing on than you..." Smoothly, and without taking his eyes off Zach's face he unzipped his own pants and pushed them down and off his hips, his briefs catching on his thumbs and following with them. It only took Zach's lips parting and a soft intake of breath before Chris could take it no longer. He crawled over the arm of the chair to slide on top of him, taking that mouth with his own and grinding into Zach's body, feeling him hot and firm under him. Even when the kiss ended he moved up to nibble at Zach's ear. A smile played on his lips as he thought how they're curved, not pointed as he breathed into it. "Is this what you wanted, Zach?"
Momentarily paralyzed, Zach had no choice but to allow Chris to crawl all over him like a starving man, nipping at his ear, licking up his neck, sucking on first one nipple, then the other. As Chris rocked his hips against Zach's stomach, a silvery trail of pre-come cooled as their bodies parted briefly, the Zach shiver seeming to bring his frozen limbs to life. Bringing his knee up between Chris's legs Zach tipped Chris forward and into his mouth again, hands roaming across his honed physique. "Yes" he mumbled, muffled by Chris's tongue. "This is what I wanted."
Chris couldn't help himself - he started to smirk against Zach's mouth, putting all his weight on his knees to hold himself up even as Zach pulled him closer so he could slide his hands between their bodies to tug at the waistband of Zach's boxers. "Now you're wearing more than me," he rumbled, bumping his nose against Zach's. "I think we should do something about that." Without waiting for a response he started to kiss down Zach's body, passing his tongue through chest hair and along flat, smooth skin. He could feel muscles moving, clenching and relaxing through the tip of his tongue, and as he reached the dip of his belly button he slowed, drawing out his ministrations. Chris tasted first and foremost the cleanliness that came with the soap that Zach always used, but beneath that was a distinct musk that set Chris' loins on fire. Following the lingering line of dark hair until he came into contact with rough cotton, and without a shred of hesitation his fingers curled around the band of elastic and pulled, ignoring the slight choking sound Zach made in response.
Suddenly, Zach felt self-conscious of his nakedness. It was clear for all to see just how much this turned him on. He couldn't disguise this as anything other than what it was. How did they even get here? He wanted this, wanted Chris, but didn't know what it could mean for them working together. Had they already gone too far? Or could they still step back from this, laugh and remain friends? Feeling Chris's breath on his cock Zach groaned, fingers twitching with the need to touch. He felt powerless, unsure what to do. What he wanted more than anything was to feel Chris's plush, full lips and busy tongue on his aching cock but he didn't know how to say that without sounding ridiculous and needy. He shifted uncomfortably and chewed his lip, hands hovering above his abdomen, inches from Chris's hair.
Chris glanced up at Zach just for a moment as he felt him move, watching as every thought that anyone could possibly have in that moment passed over Zach's face. He knew what Zach was like - always thinking, never letting himself get carried away for a moment unless he was in front of a camera. Some interesting thoughts swam into Chris' head, but he ignored them in favor of taking Zach's erection in hand and giving it a few idle strokes. He knew he shouldn't tease him like that, but he couldn't resist - Chris dipped his head to give the shaft a broad swipe of his tongue from root to tip, hearing Zach's stifled groan before pulling away. "This isn't work. We don't have a script for this", Chris breathed low. He took Zach's idle hands and guided them to the back of his own head, "Improvise."
Zach's mouth fell open as the heat of Chris's tongue cooled as it flicked past the tip. His hands fell to his sides, fingers digging into the sofa cushions as he thrust up slightly towards Chris's face. "Improvisation never was one of my strong suits..." he murmured hoarsely under his breath. "I've always worked better with direction."
Chris waited patiently until Zach's hips lifted again with a little more desperation, and took the head of Zach's cock in his mouth. He didn't go any further, but pressed his tongue flat against the slit as he sucked insistently. When Zach started to buck he grazed him with his teeth slightly, hungry to see Zach lose it because of him. His eyes raised to look at Zach, writhing under him, not knowing what to do with himself. It seemed almost cruel to redouble his efforts, slide another precious inch past his lips and start humming. Chris really couldn't help himself.
A slightly strangled noise escaped Zach's throat. "Chris... please..." He balled his hands into fists, not wanting to follow through on what his body is so desperately pushing him towards. "God... please..." Writhing and moaning as Chris teased him with so little stimulation, whatever taut inhibition had been holding him back slipped a little from dizzy arousal. Before he could stop himself, his hands flew to Chris's head, fingers twined in his hair, thrusting up into his mouth and gasping and reveling in the rush of sensation for a split second. Panicked by his loss of control, Zach starts to apologize in a gabble of part-formed words.
Chris lifted his mouth off Zach's cock only long enough to interrupt him. "Zach. Stop thinking, would you? Jeez, just enjoy it" he said quickly, cupping Zach's ass and kneading, lowering his head again and taking Zach completely into his mouth, fighting his gag reflex long enough to feel fingers digging into his skull again. Zach's hips thrust forward slightly and Chris pulled back to bob his head rhythmically.
"Oh..." Zach murmured, cutting himself off and chewing his lip. The feeling of Chris's mouth around his cock was amazing, incredible, almost too much. Groaning and thrusting smoothly over Chris's tongue, he realized that if wasn't careful he'd be coming like a virgin before they'd even started if he allowed Chris to carry on like this. "Chris..." he mumbled quietly, hands slipping to his shoulders and coaxing him back, up, away from his crotch, pressing a finger to Chris's lips before he got the chance to admonish him. "That's just too good, man. I'm gonna go off in your mouth in less than a minute if you carry on like that". Pulling Chris back up the length of his body, Zach covered his mouth, tasting himself on Chris's now-swollen lips and groaning as Chris's erection chafed against his own.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Chris smirked, moving up Zach's body but leaving his hands on his ass to press them both together at the hip, rocking insistently. "We got all night. And morning." Chris lowered his head, sliding his lips along Zach's collarbone. "Mm, fuck. Why haven't we done this sooner?"
Zach swallowed hard and looked at Chris questioningly. "You... you've thought about this?" His stomach lurched, caught between embarrassment and the fact that his cock pulsed insistently between them at the thought of Chris imagining them together before he'd made a move. Christ, he'd thought he'd imagined the chemistry he had sensed crackling between them. Cabin fever getting to him, reading too much into every glance. Could it be that he didn't get it wrong at all?
Chris laughed against his skin, lifting his head to stare back at him. "Of course I did." He glanced down between them, feeling Zach throb against him. "And so did you." His right hand moved to take them both in hand, squeezing them together and giving one slow stroke. He groaned and leant in, brushing his mouth against Zach's. "Why wouldn't I? You're so damn hot I'd half expected we'd do this in public. Couldn't resist jumping you forever..."
The words helped, but the look of lust barely concealed by amusement in Chris's eyes was all Zach really needed to convince him that this was right. Sighing the tension out of his shoulders into Chris's mouth, Zach kissed him softly at first, intensity growing as Chris stroked them together between their bodies. For the first time he allowed himself to act on his instinct, hands roaming from Chris's neck to his buttocks and back again, moaning and gasping Chris's name. Chris responded in kind, his pace quickening as he arched into Zach's body. It felt good, better than good, to have Zach's skin pressed against his own, limbs entangled as Chris coaxed tiny sounds of pleasure from Zach's throat. It was a rush to see him, usually so composed, stretched out naked on the couch, eager to be touched, and the thought of what more he could reveal of this side of Zach made him take a hasty retreat, moving back onto his knees. "Have you ever done this before?" he said shortly, panting, trying to just focus on the lost look in Zach's eyes and not on his cock leaving silvery trails of pre-come against Zach's hip.
Eyes fluttering, Zach flushed and colored. "Um... Have I ever had sex before?" He laughed nervously and swallowed. "I know I might have seemed a little eager before..." He licked his lips and pressed them together in a firm line, unsure what to say, how to respond.
"No, I mean, well, I KNOW you've had sex before. I mean have you ever had sex..." Chris gestured vaguely between them, "...like this before." He tried to emphasize his words just a little - he needed a straight answer, especially since he only barely knew how this would go down from sheer curiosity and idle hours spent on the internet. Especially since he hoped this wasn't going to be a one-off.
Zach felt himself shrink with embarrassment. Trying to cover himself, he cleared his throat. "Well, um, yeah? I mean, I was at college... Um... Bunch of us had been drinking... um... I guess drama students can be kinda, well, experimental... y'know?" He tried to move back towards the opposite arm of the sofa, unsure of where this conversation might lead.
Chris pushed him back down insistently, shifting above him. "Yeah, I know. So, I take it an experimental college-bred actor such as yourself would have lube somewhere in their apartment?" He grinned down at him and glanced around the room, "Because if you don't, we may have a problem."
Breathing slightly easier and trying not to think too hard about the implications of Chris's statement, Zach tried to move from under him. "I have some in my bedside cabinet. I'll just go get it..."
Chris shifted just enough for Zach to get up before standing himself, "Hell, I'll come with you. It'll be easier in your great big bed anyway." Lagging deliberately behind, Chris eyed Zach up from head to toe. Damn, if he was going to officially add bi-curiosity to his list of life experiences, it was obvious from looks alone that Zach would be the one to make him do it. Noticing the way Zach's ears flushed at his own nakedness, and feeling too giddy to pass it up, he whistled high, "Who knew Mr. Spock would have such a nice ass?"
"Oh man! Would you stop?" Picking up speed in the direction of the bedroom, Zach found himself craving cover. He ducked quickly into the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed, rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a tube of lube he'd only previously used for variety in sex with himself. Looking up at Chris as he rounded the door-frame into the bedroom, he took in the sight for the first time, coyly at first, of the full length of Chris's body - broad shoulders; defined chest; flat stomach dipping between hipbones; and... yep, Chris wanted him alright. Zach found himself unable to take his eyes off Chris's erection. "C'mere..." he almost whispered, gesturing for Chris to come stand in front of him. As they faced each other toe-to-toe, Zach fixed Chris with a searching look for a long moment, then licked his parted lips and took Chris's cock into his mouth.
Chris threw his head back, groaning as he felt Zach's kiss-swollen lips slide along his length with just the lightest graze of teeth. It was obvious to Chris that Zach had much more experience at this than he did - the way his tongue swirled around the tip as his head lifted, his hands moving to grip at his hips. He couldn't understand why or how Zach had stayed quiet for so long when Chris was doing this to him; Chris only barely aware that he was gripping the back of Zach's head with both hands, fingering through his thick dark hair and pushing him down, urging him to take more as his hips thrust quick and fast. God, but it felt good - no, better than good - as his cock reached the back of Zach's throat and he felt him swallow around him. Zach's stubble grazes his skin and sets his nerve endings on fire, making Chris arch again and groan, "Fuck, Zach... You know what you said about coming...?" but he made no effort to stop him, thrusts becoming erratic; one hand slipping down Zach's neck, fingers curling into the flesh over his right shoulder-blade, leaving half-moon indentations over his skin.
A thrill of arousal trickled through Zach's stomach and he quietly hissed a sharp intake of cool breath around Chris in his mouth, pressing back into the short, blunt nails biting gently into his skin. Dumbstruck by Chris's reaction he used some tricks he liked himself, the sense of power and control making him throb as he made a tight ring of his thumb and forefinger around the base of Chris's cock and lavished long, soft, teasing licks up the length of his shaft. Zach's free hand wandered to his own cock, stroking it lightly, palm soon slick with his own pre-come, the soft clicking of skin over moist skin merged with the sounds of his own tongue in his mouth and the low murmur of frustrated arousal from Chris. Looking up the length of Chris's body, he watched his face: eyebrow twitching; eyelashes fluttering against his cheek; lips parted; and almost came in his hand at the realization that he was responsible for Chris's ecstatic expression.
Chris arched again, running high on the powerful arousal resulting from standing over Zach, urging him to suck his cock. It's only when he heard over the roaring in his ears and his own needy moaning the sound of Zach jerking himself off that he decided he couldn't settle for this. He wanted Zach under him, around him, mindless to the point that all that his careful reason and powerful intellect would take a back seat for the evening. Moving a hand onto Zach's shoulder, still gripping tight, Chris allowed the other to slip from his hair to slide down over his rough cheek. Chris couldn't help himself - his thumb grazed along the side of Zach's mouth, feeling the stretched curve of his lip as he sucked him noisily. Thrusting one last time he took Zach's chin in hand and pulled him away, pushing him back onto the bed. It didn't take Chris long to join him, crawling up his body, stopping to lick and suck at the skin glistening with Zach's pre-come. At the top of his climb he kissed Zach, forcing his tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself and trying not to come on the spot at Zach's response, a half-moan, half-whine, pitched higher than his usual tone.
Wrapping his arms around Chris's torso, Zach pulled him down so their chests pressed together, tongues slid over one another's languidly and slowly at first, gasping and panting into each other's mouths as the heat between them grew. Heart pounding and hands taking on a life of their own, Zach's fingers wandered across Chris's back, grasping and kneading fistfuls of his ass, desperately trying to pull him closer but not knowing how. Head spinning from breathing so hard, he heard himself whine and felt his fingernails drag Chris's smooth skin as he clawed at him, his neck craned up to kiss him harder, losing control and thrusting up into the cleft between Chris's thigh and his groin.
Trying to get a hold on himself and failing badly, Chris pulled his mouth away from Zach's to look across the bed for the lube - feeling his breath catch in his throat as Zach's lips traveled down his bared neck, nipping and sucking. He leaned over to grab the small tube, trying with his other hand to maneuver Zach's legs into an easy position. Chris kissed him, just to distract himself from the absurdity of the situation as he popped the cap and applied a liberal amount to his index and middle fingers. He slid his hand between their bodies and, feeling Zach tense up underneath him, momentarily pressed his fingers against his perineum before slipping them against Zach's entrance and back again in an effort to get him to relax. Or at least to stop over-thinking things. He nibbled over the curve of Zach's ear before sucking the ridge into his mouth.
Zach froze, mouth open, heart thudding in his chest. He can't quite believe what is about to happen. "Chris..." he started uncertainly. "Um, y'know what I said before about having done this before? Well, um, I've never done this before..." He felt a hot, deep blush crawling up his neck and across his cheeks. "I mean, I've, y'know, been there by myself if you know what I mean..." He cleared his throat and chewed his lip. "I want this. Well, I think I do... But I've never..." He broke off, embarrassed, and tucked his chin into his chest, skin itching with awkwardness.
"And you think I have? Christ, Zach, I went to college too y'know. This doesn't form part of Drunken College Experimentation 101..." Chris kissed him roughly, forcing him to tilt his head back up, beginning to feel a little self-conscious of his slick fingers pressing behind Zach's balls. "I don't give a crap what you've done before. I just need to know if you want this. With 100% certainty. That's all."
Zach sighed and leant his forehead against Chris's. "Yes" he breathed against Chris's lips. "God, yes I want this." He smiled a small, lopsided smile, feeling suddenly emboldened, and fixing Chris with a searching gaze murmured "I want to see if you look as hot when you come as you did when I was sucking on your dick..." He moved against Chris's fingers and canted his hips up, kissing Chris again and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Chris hummed in response and, without glancing down, pressed his fingers against the tight ring of muscle, feeling Zach opening up to him as he tilted his hips helping first one and then two digits slip inside with their slick coating. The movements were slow, Chris relished the slide as he eased his fingers back and forth, watching through a heated gaze how the expressions shifted on Zach's face. His cock ached horribly, but he put that aside in favor of making sure Zach was ready for whatever the hell it was they were about to do, starting to part his fingers, opening and relaxing. Fuck, he wasn't even sure he was ready, but if anyone was going to be getting tough part this it was going to be Zach. Chris winced as he felt Zach sink his teeth harder into his lip as he chanced adding a third un-lubricated finger. Goddamnit, everything Zach did now - talking, moaning, kissing, biting – served to turn him on even more, and he could feel his hips shifting just slightly, the head of his cock smearing wet trails against Zach's side as he moved in time with the thrusting of his fingers.
The burning in Zach's ass was intense. He might have slipped a finger there whilst jerking himself off in the past, but not two, or three. He wasn't sure that pain was meant to feel that good, breathing deeply to try to relax even though every muscle in his body wanted to tense up. "Oh f... god... god that feels..." Zach groaned and reached down to take Chris's neglected cock in his hand, just holding him, feeling the weight of him, torn between panic of attempting to accommodate that inside him and the need to try. Chris twisted his wrist and an electric bolt of white-hot pleasure fired through Zach's balls and right to the tip of his cock as one of Chris's fingers pressed against his prostate, obliterating the ache in his ass. He didn't know what words came out of his mouth, but the response from Chris was a look from beneath hooded lids like he wanted to tear him apart.
Chris moaned at the sight of Zach, his dark eyes stared intensely up into his own, a whirlpool of fear, arousal and maybe something else Chris didn't dare name but responded to with another twist of his wrist. He liked the way Zach arched underneath him, calling out for him to do it, go faster, harder, slower, everything, and the pressure mounted to the point that the mere act of Zach's fingers closing around him made him buck wildly. If Chris thought he would be able to hold himself back, he would carry on here until Zach until he was as ready as he could ever be, but they'd both stretched it out for too long and Chris is sure that he's going to go off before it's even begun. “Uh, I don't suppose you have any condoms to go with that, do you?” Chris smirked. “If you're going to insist on doing that... maybe you could do something useful with it?"
Zach smiled back and dipped his fingers into the drawer of the nightstand without looking, pulling out a square foil pack between his fingertips and tearing it open with his teeth.
He needed to kiss Chris again, feel his reaction as he rolled the tight latex down the length of his cock and stroked surely down his full length. The response didn't disappoint, Chris's mouth fell open as Zach stroked down; a long, drawn-out gasp as his palm caressed back up and over the head. He released Chris from his grasp waited expectantly. "I'm not really sure the best way to, um, do this... I just know that I want to see you..." He raised his head to draw level with Chris's ear and whispered "I want to see your face when you come."
Chris could feel himself tremble, couldn't think to speak anymore, knowing that if he tried it'd just come out as a garbled swearing mess. Instead he called upon what little he knew and after briefly applying a second slick of lube to his own latex-sheathed cock he backed away just enough to slip one of Zach's long, skinny legs over his shoulder then repositioned himself, forcing Zach's flexible body to fold so naturally. With one hand holding his cock and the other keeping himself up, Chris pressed his mouth to the bend of Zach's leg before pushing forward firmly. Chris's eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted as a tightness he'd never felt before squeezed the head of his cock, rendering him breathless for a few moments. Zach held his breath and quaked with the effort not to clench against the strange sensation. It burned, but not unpleasantly and he closed his eyes for a second to focus. Every part of Chris ached to just thrust forward and bury himself in Zach, to feel that incredible friction and fuck the life out of him; the only thing stopping him was the thought of hurting him. As Zach opened his eyes again he looked up at Chris, whose eyes were half closed as he chewed his lower lip anda looked down between their bodies to where they were joined. "You alright, man?" Zach whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah... Are you?" Chris muttered, only half-expecting an answer, still staring down between their bodies and trying wrap his head around the situation. This was him, fucking Zach – it was no longer the flirting that once defined the friendship they had developed but now was so much deeper than that. It was going to make things much more complicated but he didn't care; he could feel Zach moving under him, hyper-aware of his leg slipping over his shoulder and his heel pressed into his shoulder-blade as Chris forced himself deeper as he leaned over him to mouth and bite along his neck. He hadn't noticed the sheen of sweat covering them both, but it gave Zach's usual soap-tinged scent a musk that he tasted with tiny licks as he rocked against Zach until he could feel himself balls-deep inside of him. Over the roaring of blood in his own ears Chris could hear himself taking huge gasps of air, Zach making soft noises deep within his throat and it was just fucking perfect.
Never before had Zach felt anything like this and he couldn't even think any more. He didn't think he'd ever been as hard as this and he needed to touch himself but couldn't, their bodies to close to permit the passage of his hand between them. Writhing against the scant stimulation from the friction against Chris's stomach, his tongue tasted the salt tang of the skin on Chris's throat as he balanced poised and still above him. Tracing the tip to Chris's ear he breathed the word that screamed in his mind. "More".
Chris could hear himself moan at just that one simple word, feeling Zach under him as well as around him, so tight and warm and umoving on the bed. He couldn't do anything else but comply, drawing back so only the head of his cock was still inside before thrusting back hard, straining for his mouth to kiss as Zach took his entire length in one stroke and writhed under him. Chris couldn't help himself - his hands moved to rest either side of Zach's head, picking up pace to fuck him as quick and as hard as he could, kissing every inch of warm skin in reach but never straying so far from his lips, caught between kissing Zach senseless and pulling away to listen to the sounds he made. As much as he wanted to go slow, he needed this, needed Zach, so when he pressed his face against Zach's cheek to feel the stubble grazing his as they move together the "God, I fucking love you" he breathes into his ear seems appropriate.
Zach felt full; consumed and owned. The oaths and declarations pouring from Chris's lips carried on hot, moist breath across his cheek and into his ear made him moan and buck up against the hard body above him. In desperation Zach thrust his hand between their bodies slick with sweat and wrapped his fingers around his cock, arm moving in time with the increasing pace set by Chris's short thrusts. The combination of Chris filling him and his own touch sparked convulsions through his body and slackened his tongue, usual reserve long forgotten. "Oh... Oh fu... I'm gonna... Oh fuck, man, you feel... fuck... harder..."
Chris growled in response, pulling back to push his undulating tongue into Zach's parted, desperate lips, muffling the pleas for more. He found himself complying, putting his weight on his hands in order to drive himself as hard as he can into Zach's body. Even though he could feel wetness against his stomach and he ached to take hold of Zach himself and tease him into coming he couldn't bring himself to move from his position. Instead, he pulled back, re-angled his hips a little and drove back in, relishing the way Zach struggled to cry out, choking in pleasure as Chris raised his head to look at him: face twisted in an expression of pure desire; eyes darkened with pupils to black; and lips and teeth meeting savagely as he bit his lip. One hand moved up to tangle in Zach's messed up hair, perfectly styled at the beginning of the evening, and Chris' tongue flicked out to catch a bead of sweat sliding past his temple.
Zach wasn't quite sure what Chris had done, but it suddenly went from feeling strangely good to fucking incredible. He gasped and panted, watching Chris's ecstatic expression above him as his hand quickened on his cock. "Oh god, god don't stop... I'm gonna..." Every muscle in his body seemed to contract as his orgasm hit him in waves, doubling up off the bed and bringing his face close to Chris's.
Zach's babbling made Chris shake, his body so captivating as it arched and writhed that he could only watch, the knowledge that he'd done this to Zach making his cock pulse as he continued to pound into him. The last shred of sanity told him that they'd both be aching afterwards, but he ignored it and took in the sight of the beautiful man below him as he shot his load against both their stomachs. "Fuck, you look hot when you come. Just.. just.." His arm trembled as he put all of his weight on it, using his other to take Zach's leg and lift it higher, thrust in as deep as he possibly could while still hitting that sweet spot, vision blurring at the sound of Zach's sobbing moans as Chris wrenched his orgasm from him then forced him to take even more. He could feel his own orgasm building, reaching towards that peak. A part of Chris wanted to stay like this forever, on the edge with Zach crumbling underneath him. It was only when hands gripped his face and pulled him down into a hard kiss that he lost it - "Goddamnit, you.. I, I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck!"
Their bodies, drenched and slick, slid together as Zach untangled his legs and pulled Chris down on top of him. Chris lay slack and spent, not preventing Zach from bringing him close and content to kiss his soft, wet lips until he needs to pull away for breath. A needful moan escaped Zach's throat as Chris kissed him sloppily through his exhaustion and slid out of him leaving him achingly empty. Zach had no idea what to say, so he said nothing, instead trailing his fingers lightly over Chris's glistening skin and watching goosebumps spring up under his touch.
"Dude, that tickles," he grinned, taking Zach's wrist and moving his hand away, ignoring how his throat seemed to have closed up all of a sudden. Sampling one last kiss, Chris rolled to the other half of the bed, staring up at the ceiling and tried to pull himself together. His chest heaved like he'd run a half-marathon, and he ran a hand through his hair, thinking what they'd just done, how much it was going to change everything. Grinning, he realized that as long as Zach didn't hate him it was worth the risk.
"Well... I, uh, didn't expect that to happen when I jumped you.."
"Well I wasn't expecting you to to jump me so you had the advantage on me, man..." Zach smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over his naked torso. Hesitating uncertainly, he panicked about what to do next. Did guys cuddle after sex? He wanted to be close to Chris, but it felt weird to just lie in his arms for some reason. "Listen, I'm sweaty as hell. I'm gonna go grab a shower".
Raking his hand through his hair, Zach swung his legs over the bed and sat up, taking a second to regain his balance before glancing back at Chris sprawled across the bed, relaxed and at ease.
Smirking, he held out his hand. "Wanna join me?"
Writers:
filthgoblin and terraswrathPairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Wordcount: 6,948
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 generated during the course of our filthy exchanges via MSN of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains hardcore sexual activity and strong language.
Writer's notes: This has been a long time in the making, both in chatting it out and in my tardy editing and pulling it together into a coherent piece of fiction rather than our addled dribbling over our respective keyboards about these two gorgeous men. Unbeta'd so any errors are my own.
It had been a good night, and felt great for them both to be back in LA. Sense would probably dictate that now they were home they might have spent the night seeing friends, family, other people, but when Chris had called Zach to suggest they get together for a beer, Zach hadn't hesitated to say yes. Chris has chosen the bar - a low-key place that Zach had never heard of - and they'd spent the evening just talking, laughing, enjoying being back in town and not worrying about what the next work engagement held. As the night wore on, the alcohol combined with exhaustion and jet-lag took its toll and by midnight they were both wrecked. Zach was the first to realize he should probably go home and get some sleep, and Chris suggested they shared a cab, reasoning they'd have to pass Zach's to get to his own apartment anyway. But by the time the cab pulled up outside Zach's apartment he'd started to get a second wind. Truth be told, neither of them really knew what time of day it was any more having buzzed through so many timezones at pretty much warp speed in the past few weeks. Turning to Chris as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, Zach bit his lip and frowned for a second before asking Chris to come in for another drink. This time it was Chris who didn't hesitate, and was out of the door before Zach had finished counting out the bills to pay the cab driver.
They only just made it through the front door, Zach still with keys in hand, before Chris half-stumbled, half-lunged at him, pinning him against the wall with his hands on either side of Zach's face. Shocked, Zach froze, dropping his keys on the floor in the split second before Chris's lips met his forcefully, tongue that tasted of beer pushing past his lips and into his mouth. It was over in a moment; Chris pulled back and started to apologize and ran his hand through his hair, embarrassed. “Fuck, man, I don't know what came over...” Zach's stomach lurched with excitement and lust, and without thinking he seized Chris's shirt and pulled him back against his body, kissing him hard, feeling hands grabbing his ass and pulling his hips against his own. So hard it almost hurt. Almost.
Loosening his grip on his on Chris's shirt, Zach's fingers trailed up his neck as he broke from the kiss, a moan merging between their open mouths. In response, Chris forced Zach back against the wall, grinding into him hard. As Zach's head tilted, Chris's teeth grazed along Zach's bottom lip and he couldn't stop himself from biting down. Regaining control of his other hand, Zach reached down to squeeze Chris's ass, muscle taut from the thrust against his own hip, and swept it upwards. Fingers caught under Chris's t-shirt and his broad palm pressed firmly as it traveled across the plane of Chris's toned back, fingers lightly tracing the dip of his spine. Zach's spine arched in response to that firm touch setting fire to his nerve endings, trying to convey through his actions that he wanted Zach to continue by pressing their bodies flush together. The body pressed against Chris's felt slim, yes, but muscular, and Chris felt even more aware of how this was Zach, and therefore how crazy it all was. That didn't stop him from mumbling "Ah, Zach.." letting go of his lip and moving to his neck, to his cheek, lips grazing dark stubble before their mouths come together again. Chris's hands, caught between the wall and Zach, pulled up only enough for to reach the lip of his jeans before sliding insistently into them, kneading flesh as his tongue pressed against Zach's insistently, making him gasp.
Running his tongue over Chris's lips, Zach traced the path he'd seen Chris's own tongue take countless times during endless interviews and hadn't realized before that moment how much he wanted to follow the pink tip back inside Chris's mouth. Chris's insistent fingers pressed and clawed at the sensitive skin on his ass as he explored Chris's teeth with his tongue and groaned again. Breaking the kiss, his head hit the wall, panting and staring at the ceiling. Without moving his head, his eyes swivel to look at Chris's, lids heavy with desire. "What are we doing, man? I mean, this... This is just..."
A moment of doubt hung between them both, Chris pulling away enough to hesitate, just long enough to realize that unless Zach told him outright to stop, nothing was going to prevent him from kissing up that long stretch of neck presented to him oh so willingly. He flashed a grin he hoped made him appear more confident than he actually felt. "I dunno. Roll with it?" and tilted his head just enough to nibble along the sharp line of Zach's jaw down to the pulse point in his neck. Hands moved almost of their own accord, out of the front of Zach's jeans and to the fly, working on the top button diligently.
A shiver ran up Zach's neck, goosebumps springing up under Chris's lips pressed against his throat. He wanted to give Chris the out, the chance to pull back from whatever this crazy moment had started, but if Chris was prepared to keep going he wasn't going to stop. Tilting his head back further, he found himself using his head for balance as he pressed is crotch forward to meet Chris's hands, willing his fly to unfasten more quickly. As Chris stepped back to allow Zach to shimmy out of his pants, he reached behind Chris and in one fluid movement, pulled the t-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless and smirking. He watched Chris's tongue dart out and dance across his lips again, only now he didn't suppress the urge. He pulled Chris's warm, bare torso against his body and felt stubble rasp against his own.
Chris let out a throaty sound into Zach's mouth, pleased that he could coax this need out of his usually quiet and subdued friend. The reaction he caused turned him on even more. Fingers wasted little time in moving to unbutton Zach's shirt, but his hands felt clumsy, palms sweaty, caught between the lure of Zach's bared skin and the urge to bare even more. As Zach's shirt slipped off his shoulders Chris pressed his palms flat against the wall either side of him, pinning Zach into place and kissed him hard. Chris pulled back just enough to scrutinize the effect, a jolt of arousal passing through him to see Zach so debauched; eyes dark with want; face flushed a shade deeper than usual.
"Now you can't tell me you're not enjoying it," Chris smirked, voice soft, leaning in to kiss that pliant mouth again, pulling away a fraction every so often just to feel Zach press delightfully close in order to follow his lips.
As his eyelids fluttered closed, Zach felt words building in his chest, burning in his throat and heating his cheeks. Even though he so desperately wanted to speak, he was scared of sounding ridiculous. He always considered what he was going to say, but the urge to blurt out what was in his mind was almost unbearable and the fear of making an dick of himself took a back seat to his need. Swallowing hard, he grips Chris's shoulders and bodily pushed him backwards. Regarding Chris's shocked, slightly hurt expression, Zach started to speak quietly. "I want to see you naked. I mean, I need it. I need you. I need to see all of you. Now..." Zach let his hands drop from Chris's upper arms and struggled to keep his head up, eyes straining to look away from Chris's face for fear of hearing him laugh at what he'd just said out loud.
Chris stared at him a long moment before breaking into a maddening grin, "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." He pulled Zach from the wall, kissing the conflicted expression off his face as he guided him backwards into the main room and over to where he remembered there to be a large couch. The moment Chris felt Zach's legs hit something vaguely solid he pushed him backwards, watching him slip over the arm of the chair and onto the cushions. Still unable to take the grin off his face, Chris studied splayed limbs, smooth skin half-hidden by dark hair and an erection barely confined in Zach's boxers. The scene made his cock twitch, particularly the way in which the low lighting of the apartment threw shadows over Zach's body. He knew all too well how absurd this was, but Chris couldn't walk away now. He doubted he could stay sane, let alone professional, if it could only ever go this far. "Well, I suppose since I do have more clothing on than you..." Smoothly, and without taking his eyes off Zach's face he unzipped his own pants and pushed them down and off his hips, his briefs catching on his thumbs and following with them. It only took Zach's lips parting and a soft intake of breath before Chris could take it no longer. He crawled over the arm of the chair to slide on top of him, taking that mouth with his own and grinding into Zach's body, feeling him hot and firm under him. Even when the kiss ended he moved up to nibble at Zach's ear. A smile played on his lips as he thought how they're curved, not pointed as he breathed into it. "Is this what you wanted, Zach?"
Momentarily paralyzed, Zach had no choice but to allow Chris to crawl all over him like a starving man, nipping at his ear, licking up his neck, sucking on first one nipple, then the other. As Chris rocked his hips against Zach's stomach, a silvery trail of pre-come cooled as their bodies parted briefly, the Zach shiver seeming to bring his frozen limbs to life. Bringing his knee up between Chris's legs Zach tipped Chris forward and into his mouth again, hands roaming across his honed physique. "Yes" he mumbled, muffled by Chris's tongue. "This is what I wanted."
Chris couldn't help himself - he started to smirk against Zach's mouth, putting all his weight on his knees to hold himself up even as Zach pulled him closer so he could slide his hands between their bodies to tug at the waistband of Zach's boxers. "Now you're wearing more than me," he rumbled, bumping his nose against Zach's. "I think we should do something about that." Without waiting for a response he started to kiss down Zach's body, passing his tongue through chest hair and along flat, smooth skin. He could feel muscles moving, clenching and relaxing through the tip of his tongue, and as he reached the dip of his belly button he slowed, drawing out his ministrations. Chris tasted first and foremost the cleanliness that came with the soap that Zach always used, but beneath that was a distinct musk that set Chris' loins on fire. Following the lingering line of dark hair until he came into contact with rough cotton, and without a shred of hesitation his fingers curled around the band of elastic and pulled, ignoring the slight choking sound Zach made in response.
Suddenly, Zach felt self-conscious of his nakedness. It was clear for all to see just how much this turned him on. He couldn't disguise this as anything other than what it was. How did they even get here? He wanted this, wanted Chris, but didn't know what it could mean for them working together. Had they already gone too far? Or could they still step back from this, laugh and remain friends? Feeling Chris's breath on his cock Zach groaned, fingers twitching with the need to touch. He felt powerless, unsure what to do. What he wanted more than anything was to feel Chris's plush, full lips and busy tongue on his aching cock but he didn't know how to say that without sounding ridiculous and needy. He shifted uncomfortably and chewed his lip, hands hovering above his abdomen, inches from Chris's hair.
Chris glanced up at Zach just for a moment as he felt him move, watching as every thought that anyone could possibly have in that moment passed over Zach's face. He knew what Zach was like - always thinking, never letting himself get carried away for a moment unless he was in front of a camera. Some interesting thoughts swam into Chris' head, but he ignored them in favor of taking Zach's erection in hand and giving it a few idle strokes. He knew he shouldn't tease him like that, but he couldn't resist - Chris dipped his head to give the shaft a broad swipe of his tongue from root to tip, hearing Zach's stifled groan before pulling away. "This isn't work. We don't have a script for this", Chris breathed low. He took Zach's idle hands and guided them to the back of his own head, "Improvise."
Zach's mouth fell open as the heat of Chris's tongue cooled as it flicked past the tip. His hands fell to his sides, fingers digging into the sofa cushions as he thrust up slightly towards Chris's face. "Improvisation never was one of my strong suits..." he murmured hoarsely under his breath. "I've always worked better with direction."
Chris waited patiently until Zach's hips lifted again with a little more desperation, and took the head of Zach's cock in his mouth. He didn't go any further, but pressed his tongue flat against the slit as he sucked insistently. When Zach started to buck he grazed him with his teeth slightly, hungry to see Zach lose it because of him. His eyes raised to look at Zach, writhing under him, not knowing what to do with himself. It seemed almost cruel to redouble his efforts, slide another precious inch past his lips and start humming. Chris really couldn't help himself.
A slightly strangled noise escaped Zach's throat. "Chris... please..." He balled his hands into fists, not wanting to follow through on what his body is so desperately pushing him towards. "God... please..." Writhing and moaning as Chris teased him with so little stimulation, whatever taut inhibition had been holding him back slipped a little from dizzy arousal. Before he could stop himself, his hands flew to Chris's head, fingers twined in his hair, thrusting up into his mouth and gasping and reveling in the rush of sensation for a split second. Panicked by his loss of control, Zach starts to apologize in a gabble of part-formed words.
Chris lifted his mouth off Zach's cock only long enough to interrupt him. "Zach. Stop thinking, would you? Jeez, just enjoy it" he said quickly, cupping Zach's ass and kneading, lowering his head again and taking Zach completely into his mouth, fighting his gag reflex long enough to feel fingers digging into his skull again. Zach's hips thrust forward slightly and Chris pulled back to bob his head rhythmically.
"Oh..." Zach murmured, cutting himself off and chewing his lip. The feeling of Chris's mouth around his cock was amazing, incredible, almost too much. Groaning and thrusting smoothly over Chris's tongue, he realized that if wasn't careful he'd be coming like a virgin before they'd even started if he allowed Chris to carry on like this. "Chris..." he mumbled quietly, hands slipping to his shoulders and coaxing him back, up, away from his crotch, pressing a finger to Chris's lips before he got the chance to admonish him. "That's just too good, man. I'm gonna go off in your mouth in less than a minute if you carry on like that". Pulling Chris back up the length of his body, Zach covered his mouth, tasting himself on Chris's now-swollen lips and groaning as Chris's erection chafed against his own.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Chris smirked, moving up Zach's body but leaving his hands on his ass to press them both together at the hip, rocking insistently. "We got all night. And morning." Chris lowered his head, sliding his lips along Zach's collarbone. "Mm, fuck. Why haven't we done this sooner?"
Zach swallowed hard and looked at Chris questioningly. "You... you've thought about this?" His stomach lurched, caught between embarrassment and the fact that his cock pulsed insistently between them at the thought of Chris imagining them together before he'd made a move. Christ, he'd thought he'd imagined the chemistry he had sensed crackling between them. Cabin fever getting to him, reading too much into every glance. Could it be that he didn't get it wrong at all?
Chris laughed against his skin, lifting his head to stare back at him. "Of course I did." He glanced down between them, feeling Zach throb against him. "And so did you." His right hand moved to take them both in hand, squeezing them together and giving one slow stroke. He groaned and leant in, brushing his mouth against Zach's. "Why wouldn't I? You're so damn hot I'd half expected we'd do this in public. Couldn't resist jumping you forever..."
The words helped, but the look of lust barely concealed by amusement in Chris's eyes was all Zach really needed to convince him that this was right. Sighing the tension out of his shoulders into Chris's mouth, Zach kissed him softly at first, intensity growing as Chris stroked them together between their bodies. For the first time he allowed himself to act on his instinct, hands roaming from Chris's neck to his buttocks and back again, moaning and gasping Chris's name. Chris responded in kind, his pace quickening as he arched into Zach's body. It felt good, better than good, to have Zach's skin pressed against his own, limbs entangled as Chris coaxed tiny sounds of pleasure from Zach's throat. It was a rush to see him, usually so composed, stretched out naked on the couch, eager to be touched, and the thought of what more he could reveal of this side of Zach made him take a hasty retreat, moving back onto his knees. "Have you ever done this before?" he said shortly, panting, trying to just focus on the lost look in Zach's eyes and not on his cock leaving silvery trails of pre-come against Zach's hip.
Eyes fluttering, Zach flushed and colored. "Um... Have I ever had sex before?" He laughed nervously and swallowed. "I know I might have seemed a little eager before..." He licked his lips and pressed them together in a firm line, unsure what to say, how to respond.
"No, I mean, well, I KNOW you've had sex before. I mean have you ever had sex..." Chris gestured vaguely between them, "...like this before." He tried to emphasize his words just a little - he needed a straight answer, especially since he only barely knew how this would go down from sheer curiosity and idle hours spent on the internet. Especially since he hoped this wasn't going to be a one-off.
Zach felt himself shrink with embarrassment. Trying to cover himself, he cleared his throat. "Well, um, yeah? I mean, I was at college... Um... Bunch of us had been drinking... um... I guess drama students can be kinda, well, experimental... y'know?" He tried to move back towards the opposite arm of the sofa, unsure of where this conversation might lead.
Chris pushed him back down insistently, shifting above him. "Yeah, I know. So, I take it an experimental college-bred actor such as yourself would have lube somewhere in their apartment?" He grinned down at him and glanced around the room, "Because if you don't, we may have a problem."
Breathing slightly easier and trying not to think too hard about the implications of Chris's statement, Zach tried to move from under him. "I have some in my bedside cabinet. I'll just go get it..."
Chris shifted just enough for Zach to get up before standing himself, "Hell, I'll come with you. It'll be easier in your great big bed anyway." Lagging deliberately behind, Chris eyed Zach up from head to toe. Damn, if he was going to officially add bi-curiosity to his list of life experiences, it was obvious from looks alone that Zach would be the one to make him do it. Noticing the way Zach's ears flushed at his own nakedness, and feeling too giddy to pass it up, he whistled high, "Who knew Mr. Spock would have such a nice ass?"
"Oh man! Would you stop?" Picking up speed in the direction of the bedroom, Zach found himself craving cover. He ducked quickly into the bedroom and perched on the edge of the bed, rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a tube of lube he'd only previously used for variety in sex with himself. Looking up at Chris as he rounded the door-frame into the bedroom, he took in the sight for the first time, coyly at first, of the full length of Chris's body - broad shoulders; defined chest; flat stomach dipping between hipbones; and... yep, Chris wanted him alright. Zach found himself unable to take his eyes off Chris's erection. "C'mere..." he almost whispered, gesturing for Chris to come stand in front of him. As they faced each other toe-to-toe, Zach fixed Chris with a searching look for a long moment, then licked his parted lips and took Chris's cock into his mouth.
Chris threw his head back, groaning as he felt Zach's kiss-swollen lips slide along his length with just the lightest graze of teeth. It was obvious to Chris that Zach had much more experience at this than he did - the way his tongue swirled around the tip as his head lifted, his hands moving to grip at his hips. He couldn't understand why or how Zach had stayed quiet for so long when Chris was doing this to him; Chris only barely aware that he was gripping the back of Zach's head with both hands, fingering through his thick dark hair and pushing him down, urging him to take more as his hips thrust quick and fast. God, but it felt good - no, better than good - as his cock reached the back of Zach's throat and he felt him swallow around him. Zach's stubble grazes his skin and sets his nerve endings on fire, making Chris arch again and groan, "Fuck, Zach... You know what you said about coming...?" but he made no effort to stop him, thrusts becoming erratic; one hand slipping down Zach's neck, fingers curling into the flesh over his right shoulder-blade, leaving half-moon indentations over his skin.
A thrill of arousal trickled through Zach's stomach and he quietly hissed a sharp intake of cool breath around Chris in his mouth, pressing back into the short, blunt nails biting gently into his skin. Dumbstruck by Chris's reaction he used some tricks he liked himself, the sense of power and control making him throb as he made a tight ring of his thumb and forefinger around the base of Chris's cock and lavished long, soft, teasing licks up the length of his shaft. Zach's free hand wandered to his own cock, stroking it lightly, palm soon slick with his own pre-come, the soft clicking of skin over moist skin merged with the sounds of his own tongue in his mouth and the low murmur of frustrated arousal from Chris. Looking up the length of Chris's body, he watched his face: eyebrow twitching; eyelashes fluttering against his cheek; lips parted; and almost came in his hand at the realization that he was responsible for Chris's ecstatic expression.
Chris arched again, running high on the powerful arousal resulting from standing over Zach, urging him to suck his cock. It's only when he heard over the roaring in his ears and his own needy moaning the sound of Zach jerking himself off that he decided he couldn't settle for this. He wanted Zach under him, around him, mindless to the point that all that his careful reason and powerful intellect would take a back seat for the evening. Moving a hand onto Zach's shoulder, still gripping tight, Chris allowed the other to slip from his hair to slide down over his rough cheek. Chris couldn't help himself - his thumb grazed along the side of Zach's mouth, feeling the stretched curve of his lip as he sucked him noisily. Thrusting one last time he took Zach's chin in hand and pulled him away, pushing him back onto the bed. It didn't take Chris long to join him, crawling up his body, stopping to lick and suck at the skin glistening with Zach's pre-come. At the top of his climb he kissed Zach, forcing his tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself and trying not to come on the spot at Zach's response, a half-moan, half-whine, pitched higher than his usual tone.
Wrapping his arms around Chris's torso, Zach pulled him down so their chests pressed together, tongues slid over one another's languidly and slowly at first, gasping and panting into each other's mouths as the heat between them grew. Heart pounding and hands taking on a life of their own, Zach's fingers wandered across Chris's back, grasping and kneading fistfuls of his ass, desperately trying to pull him closer but not knowing how. Head spinning from breathing so hard, he heard himself whine and felt his fingernails drag Chris's smooth skin as he clawed at him, his neck craned up to kiss him harder, losing control and thrusting up into the cleft between Chris's thigh and his groin.
Trying to get a hold on himself and failing badly, Chris pulled his mouth away from Zach's to look across the bed for the lube - feeling his breath catch in his throat as Zach's lips traveled down his bared neck, nipping and sucking. He leaned over to grab the small tube, trying with his other hand to maneuver Zach's legs into an easy position. Chris kissed him, just to distract himself from the absurdity of the situation as he popped the cap and applied a liberal amount to his index and middle fingers. He slid his hand between their bodies and, feeling Zach tense up underneath him, momentarily pressed his fingers against his perineum before slipping them against Zach's entrance and back again in an effort to get him to relax. Or at least to stop over-thinking things. He nibbled over the curve of Zach's ear before sucking the ridge into his mouth.
Zach froze, mouth open, heart thudding in his chest. He can't quite believe what is about to happen. "Chris..." he started uncertainly. "Um, y'know what I said before about having done this before? Well, um, I've never done this before..." He felt a hot, deep blush crawling up his neck and across his cheeks. "I mean, I've, y'know, been there by myself if you know what I mean..." He cleared his throat and chewed his lip. "I want this. Well, I think I do... But I've never..." He broke off, embarrassed, and tucked his chin into his chest, skin itching with awkwardness.
"And you think I have? Christ, Zach, I went to college too y'know. This doesn't form part of Drunken College Experimentation 101..." Chris kissed him roughly, forcing him to tilt his head back up, beginning to feel a little self-conscious of his slick fingers pressing behind Zach's balls. "I don't give a crap what you've done before. I just need to know if you want this. With 100% certainty. That's all."
Zach sighed and leant his forehead against Chris's. "Yes" he breathed against Chris's lips. "God, yes I want this." He smiled a small, lopsided smile, feeling suddenly emboldened, and fixing Chris with a searching gaze murmured "I want to see if you look as hot when you come as you did when I was sucking on your dick..." He moved against Chris's fingers and canted his hips up, kissing Chris again and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.
Chris hummed in response and, without glancing down, pressed his fingers against the tight ring of muscle, feeling Zach opening up to him as he tilted his hips helping first one and then two digits slip inside with their slick coating. The movements were slow, Chris relished the slide as he eased his fingers back and forth, watching through a heated gaze how the expressions shifted on Zach's face. His cock ached horribly, but he put that aside in favor of making sure Zach was ready for whatever the hell it was they were about to do, starting to part his fingers, opening and relaxing. Fuck, he wasn't even sure he was ready, but if anyone was going to be getting tough part this it was going to be Zach. Chris winced as he felt Zach sink his teeth harder into his lip as he chanced adding a third un-lubricated finger. Goddamnit, everything Zach did now - talking, moaning, kissing, biting – served to turn him on even more, and he could feel his hips shifting just slightly, the head of his cock smearing wet trails against Zach's side as he moved in time with the thrusting of his fingers.
The burning in Zach's ass was intense. He might have slipped a finger there whilst jerking himself off in the past, but not two, or three. He wasn't sure that pain was meant to feel that good, breathing deeply to try to relax even though every muscle in his body wanted to tense up. "Oh f... god... god that feels..." Zach groaned and reached down to take Chris's neglected cock in his hand, just holding him, feeling the weight of him, torn between panic of attempting to accommodate that inside him and the need to try. Chris twisted his wrist and an electric bolt of white-hot pleasure fired through Zach's balls and right to the tip of his cock as one of Chris's fingers pressed against his prostate, obliterating the ache in his ass. He didn't know what words came out of his mouth, but the response from Chris was a look from beneath hooded lids like he wanted to tear him apart.
Chris moaned at the sight of Zach, his dark eyes stared intensely up into his own, a whirlpool of fear, arousal and maybe something else Chris didn't dare name but responded to with another twist of his wrist. He liked the way Zach arched underneath him, calling out for him to do it, go faster, harder, slower, everything, and the pressure mounted to the point that the mere act of Zach's fingers closing around him made him buck wildly. If Chris thought he would be able to hold himself back, he would carry on here until Zach until he was as ready as he could ever be, but they'd both stretched it out for too long and Chris is sure that he's going to go off before it's even begun. “Uh, I don't suppose you have any condoms to go with that, do you?” Chris smirked. “If you're going to insist on doing that... maybe you could do something useful with it?"
Zach smiled back and dipped his fingers into the drawer of the nightstand without looking, pulling out a square foil pack between his fingertips and tearing it open with his teeth.
He needed to kiss Chris again, feel his reaction as he rolled the tight latex down the length of his cock and stroked surely down his full length. The response didn't disappoint, Chris's mouth fell open as Zach stroked down; a long, drawn-out gasp as his palm caressed back up and over the head. He released Chris from his grasp waited expectantly. "I'm not really sure the best way to, um, do this... I just know that I want to see you..." He raised his head to draw level with Chris's ear and whispered "I want to see your face when you come."
Chris could feel himself tremble, couldn't think to speak anymore, knowing that if he tried it'd just come out as a garbled swearing mess. Instead he called upon what little he knew and after briefly applying a second slick of lube to his own latex-sheathed cock he backed away just enough to slip one of Zach's long, skinny legs over his shoulder then repositioned himself, forcing Zach's flexible body to fold so naturally. With one hand holding his cock and the other keeping himself up, Chris pressed his mouth to the bend of Zach's leg before pushing forward firmly. Chris's eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted as a tightness he'd never felt before squeezed the head of his cock, rendering him breathless for a few moments. Zach held his breath and quaked with the effort not to clench against the strange sensation. It burned, but not unpleasantly and he closed his eyes for a second to focus. Every part of Chris ached to just thrust forward and bury himself in Zach, to feel that incredible friction and fuck the life out of him; the only thing stopping him was the thought of hurting him. As Zach opened his eyes again he looked up at Chris, whose eyes were half closed as he chewed his lower lip anda looked down between their bodies to where they were joined. "You alright, man?" Zach whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah... Are you?" Chris muttered, only half-expecting an answer, still staring down between their bodies and trying wrap his head around the situation. This was him, fucking Zach – it was no longer the flirting that once defined the friendship they had developed but now was so much deeper than that. It was going to make things much more complicated but he didn't care; he could feel Zach moving under him, hyper-aware of his leg slipping over his shoulder and his heel pressed into his shoulder-blade as Chris forced himself deeper as he leaned over him to mouth and bite along his neck. He hadn't noticed the sheen of sweat covering them both, but it gave Zach's usual soap-tinged scent a musk that he tasted with tiny licks as he rocked against Zach until he could feel himself balls-deep inside of him. Over the roaring of blood in his own ears Chris could hear himself taking huge gasps of air, Zach making soft noises deep within his throat and it was just fucking perfect.
Never before had Zach felt anything like this and he couldn't even think any more. He didn't think he'd ever been as hard as this and he needed to touch himself but couldn't, their bodies to close to permit the passage of his hand between them. Writhing against the scant stimulation from the friction against Chris's stomach, his tongue tasted the salt tang of the skin on Chris's throat as he balanced poised and still above him. Tracing the tip to Chris's ear he breathed the word that screamed in his mind. "More".
Chris could hear himself moan at just that one simple word, feeling Zach under him as well as around him, so tight and warm and umoving on the bed. He couldn't do anything else but comply, drawing back so only the head of his cock was still inside before thrusting back hard, straining for his mouth to kiss as Zach took his entire length in one stroke and writhed under him. Chris couldn't help himself - his hands moved to rest either side of Zach's head, picking up pace to fuck him as quick and as hard as he could, kissing every inch of warm skin in reach but never straying so far from his lips, caught between kissing Zach senseless and pulling away to listen to the sounds he made. As much as he wanted to go slow, he needed this, needed Zach, so when he pressed his face against Zach's cheek to feel the stubble grazing his as they move together the "God, I fucking love you" he breathes into his ear seems appropriate.
Zach felt full; consumed and owned. The oaths and declarations pouring from Chris's lips carried on hot, moist breath across his cheek and into his ear made him moan and buck up against the hard body above him. In desperation Zach thrust his hand between their bodies slick with sweat and wrapped his fingers around his cock, arm moving in time with the increasing pace set by Chris's short thrusts. The combination of Chris filling him and his own touch sparked convulsions through his body and slackened his tongue, usual reserve long forgotten. "Oh... Oh fu... I'm gonna... Oh fuck, man, you feel... fuck... harder..."
Chris growled in response, pulling back to push his undulating tongue into Zach's parted, desperate lips, muffling the pleas for more. He found himself complying, putting his weight on his hands in order to drive himself as hard as he can into Zach's body. Even though he could feel wetness against his stomach and he ached to take hold of Zach himself and tease him into coming he couldn't bring himself to move from his position. Instead, he pulled back, re-angled his hips a little and drove back in, relishing the way Zach struggled to cry out, choking in pleasure as Chris raised his head to look at him: face twisted in an expression of pure desire; eyes darkened with pupils to black; and lips and teeth meeting savagely as he bit his lip. One hand moved up to tangle in Zach's messed up hair, perfectly styled at the beginning of the evening, and Chris' tongue flicked out to catch a bead of sweat sliding past his temple.
Zach wasn't quite sure what Chris had done, but it suddenly went from feeling strangely good to fucking incredible. He gasped and panted, watching Chris's ecstatic expression above him as his hand quickened on his cock. "Oh god, god don't stop... I'm gonna..." Every muscle in his body seemed to contract as his orgasm hit him in waves, doubling up off the bed and bringing his face close to Chris's.
Zach's babbling made Chris shake, his body so captivating as it arched and writhed that he could only watch, the knowledge that he'd done this to Zach making his cock pulse as he continued to pound into him. The last shred of sanity told him that they'd both be aching afterwards, but he ignored it and took in the sight of the beautiful man below him as he shot his load against both their stomachs. "Fuck, you look hot when you come. Just.. just.." His arm trembled as he put all of his weight on it, using his other to take Zach's leg and lift it higher, thrust in as deep as he possibly could while still hitting that sweet spot, vision blurring at the sound of Zach's sobbing moans as Chris wrenched his orgasm from him then forced him to take even more. He could feel his own orgasm building, reaching towards that peak. A part of Chris wanted to stay like this forever, on the edge with Zach crumbling underneath him. It was only when hands gripped his face and pulled him down into a hard kiss that he lost it - "Goddamnit, you.. I, I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck!"
Their bodies, drenched and slick, slid together as Zach untangled his legs and pulled Chris down on top of him. Chris lay slack and spent, not preventing Zach from bringing him close and content to kiss his soft, wet lips until he needs to pull away for breath. A needful moan escaped Zach's throat as Chris kissed him sloppily through his exhaustion and slid out of him leaving him achingly empty. Zach had no idea what to say, so he said nothing, instead trailing his fingers lightly over Chris's glistening skin and watching goosebumps spring up under his touch.
"Dude, that tickles," he grinned, taking Zach's wrist and moving his hand away, ignoring how his throat seemed to have closed up all of a sudden. Sampling one last kiss, Chris rolled to the other half of the bed, staring up at the ceiling and tried to pull himself together. His chest heaved like he'd run a half-marathon, and he ran a hand through his hair, thinking what they'd just done, how much it was going to change everything. Grinning, he realized that as long as Zach didn't hate him it was worth the risk.
"Well... I, uh, didn't expect that to happen when I jumped you.."
"Well I wasn't expecting you to to jump me so you had the advantage on me, man..." Zach smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over his naked torso. Hesitating uncertainly, he panicked about what to do next. Did guys cuddle after sex? He wanted to be close to Chris, but it felt weird to just lie in his arms for some reason. "Listen, I'm sweaty as hell. I'm gonna go grab a shower".
Raking his hand through his hair, Zach swung his legs over the bed and sat up, taking a second to regain his balance before glancing back at Chris sprawled across the bed, relaxed and at ease.
Smirking, he held out his hand. "Wanna join me?"
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Date: 2009-07-01 12:06 am (UTC)I'll just be in my bunk! <33333333
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Date: 2009-07-01 12:59 am (UTC)*mems hard*
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Date: 2009-07-01 01:25 am (UTC)But those moments certainly did not detract anything from this! This was still amazing and extremely hot. Great work!
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Date: 2009-07-01 07:43 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it otherwise, though :)
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Date: 2009-07-01 02:34 pm (UTC)Fantastic job! Both wonderfully written, amazingly sexy, and emotionally compelling. I really really loved it!
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Date: 2009-07-01 07:04 pm (UTC)That was amazingly written and so frickin intense and by god, it was probably one of THE hottest things I have ever read! Well done and thanks for writing very hot fic!
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Date: 2009-07-02 02:38 pm (UTC)srsly whilst reading this I was thinking of bits to comment on but now I can actually see my brain on the floor beside me, so I hope you'll be content with 'i'll be in my bunk.'
ngh...
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Date: 2009-07-05 11:59 pm (UTC)I'll be in my bunk for the next week kthxbai.
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