FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 3: How Chris and Zach met Eric - Chapter 3a
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 3a - How Chris and Zach met Eric: Do what your Doctor says…
(Sadly, no awesome song quote title this time, I was too lazy to find one…)
The plastic chair is pressing uncomfortably into Chris’ back, and Zach’s weight on his lap doesn’t help. Chris glares at the happy yellow walls, the colorful paintings and the stuffed toys in the kid’s corner. He really doesn’t want to be here, but even Zach’s and his own considerable first-aid skills are not enough for a bullet wound. Bruce recommended the Doctor, said he was quite the expert and didn’t ask too many questions, so Chris sits in the waiting room and glowers. And of course Zach wanted to come, because who wouldn’t want to see someone pull a bullet out of his lover’s shoulder, right? And, of course, Zach has to sit on his lap because the plastic chairs “make weird sounds against his leather pants”. The things Chris does for this man…
Zach nibbles on Chris’ neck and teases his fingers along the bandage on his shoulder. Jesus, the guy’s insatiable - and when the fuck did he manage to open Chris’ shirt, anyway? He shifts, tries to move Zach into a more comfortable position and is rewarded by Zach shamelessly rubbing his groin against him. He rolls his eyes and sighs. “God, you’re such a slut.”
“Hmm.” Zach murmurs and nips his ear. The elderly woman two chairs over stiffens and looks affronted. Chris smirks and gives her a wink. She looks away quickly and buries her long nose inside a magazine.
“You love it, Pretty Boy. How about we go to the bathroom real quick?”
Chris snorts and wraps his arms around Zach’s waist. “I fucked you like an hour ago. You need it again so bad?” He trails his fingertips over the slip of exposed skin between Zach’s tight pants and his mesh top. Zach sighs, pleased, and rubs against him.
“Can’t get enough of you, lover.” Zach licks the side of his neck and presses nimble fingers against the bandage, right above the wound. Chris twitches and pulls away. The flamingly gay couple in the corner watches them intently; the younger even leans forward and lets his eyes roam over Zach’s body. Chris notices and although he can barely fault them - Zach’s every day clothes are just slightly less indecent than the ones he wears at work - he doesn’t have to like it. He stares at the couple, tightens his arms around Zach and simply stares at them, until the twink is blushing scarlet and hides in his leather daddy’s arms.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but no. We have an appointment. But I’ll fuck you later, after I get this stupid thing out.”
Zach pouts exaggeratedly and bites Chris’ lip, who smirks and swats Zach’s ass, and then the pretty blonde aide calls Chris’ name up. He dumps Zach on his feet and follows her, eyes on her firm little ass while Zach yanks on his hand and glares at her and Chris in turn. She blushes and excuses herself hurriedly after showing them the exam room and announcing the Doctor will be with them shortly.
Chris cradles his wounded arm and looks around. He looks at the joyful pictures and plastic plants, eyes the medical poster of human musculature with interest, catalogues doorways and cupboards, and the tray full of sterilized medical utensils on the sideboard next to the examination table. Zach touches all the kiddie toys, plays a little with a plush spaceship and wanders about the room. Then he finds the stirrups.
He grins in delight and folds them open, up and around until they rest in their intended position at the end of the exam table. Chris rolls his eyes at his antics, but his amusement soon turns into something else as he watches Zach crawl onto the table, lie back and rest his thighs in the stirrups. His legs are spread wide, pants pulled tight against his crotch, drawing his cock into sharp relief. Chris steps between Zach’s legs and runs a hand up his leather-clad thigh. Zach stretches his arms above his head and shifts lazily, smiling at him.
“Damn, Chris, I think I need one of these tables for the club. Would be perfect for my show…”
“Uh-huh?” Chris cups a big hand over Zach’s dick and squeezes, making him shiver and gasp. He scratches his nails over Zach’s balls. Zach wets his lips and his eyes flutter shut.
“And maybe one for our playroom. We could play Doctor, you could give me a private exam, a deep exam...”
Chris grins down at him and squeezes tighter. “Play Doctor, hm? Sounds interesting.” He bends over Zach’s form and bites at his nipple through his tight shirt. His shoulder twinges but he ignores it, mouths at the cloth, tugs at the piercing until the bud is hard and erect. Zach shudders and moans. Chris bites his chin, licks at Zach’s stubble and murmurs thoughtfully: “Well, it is your birthday soon and I still need a present…”
Zach laughs and wraps his arms around him, pulls him close so he can suck on Chris’ tongue. This is how the Doctor finds them, Zach on his back, legs in stirrups, Chris molded over him and plundering his mouth.
“Hello Mr. Pine, my name is Dr. Bana… Oh my God.”
Chris straightens and looks at the man who’s standing near the door, holding a clipboard and staring open-mouthed at them. Zach gives the Doctor a lazy wave and pinches Chris’ nipple. Chris scowls down at him and grips Zach’s wrists, holding them against the table. Chris lifts an eyebrow when the Doctor gasps and clutches his clipboard even tighter, Zach snickers and moves against him. Fucking tease.
The Doctor - Bana? - watches Zach, Zach watches the Doctor and Chris watches them both. Zach licks his lips, the Doctor shivers. Zach flexes his legs, Bana gasps quietly. Zach strains his wrists in Chris’ grip, the Doctor shudders. Okay, that’s enough. Chris gives Zach an “I’ll deal with you later you goddamn slut” glare - he gets a sassy and intrigued eyebrow in return - and moves in front of him, pulling his legs out of the stirrups on the way. He blocks Zach’s body from Bana’s view and glares at the Doctor.
“I’m Pine”, he grunts. He narrows his eyes when the Doctor doesn’t look at him, but tries to catch another glimpse of Zach over Chris’ shoulder. Zach snickers again, and Chris clenches his fists, vowing to shove something down his lover’s throat later to try and shut him up, just once.
“I’m Pine and I’m here for the appointment. Only me. So if you’d be so kind to turn your attention towards me now and away from my lover, that’d be great. I’d really love it if I didn’t have to punch you.”
The Doctor flinches and focuses his eyes on Chris’ face. He clears his throat nervously and licks his lips. “Oh, right, sorry. I just, I… well, I didn’t quite expect a sight like this. Um. Sorry.”
Chris would be far more willing to accepts his apology if the guy’s eyes weren’t still wandering to his lover. His fists are clenched, causing his wounded shoulder to give a painful twinge, but before he can step closer to the Doctor or well, do anything, Zach presses against his back, wraps long arms around his waist and rests his head on Chris’ shoulder.
“Aww, Chris, don’t be so mean. I like him.” Zach nips at Chris’ neck and licks his lips. Chris is not sure whom Zach wants to tease right now, maybe Chris, trying to make him jealous, or maybe the Doctor, get him all hot and bothered. Probably both.
“Don’t you like him? I do… Look at these arms, hmmm, and the chest! All these muscles, he must he so strong… and I bet he hides a tight little ass underneath that nice white lab coat, too, don’t you, Doctor?”
The Doctor groans and moves his clipboard to hold it in front of his crotch. Chris whips around and grabs Zach’s hair. He holds him tightly, ignores the pleased shudder this causes and hisses in his ear. “Fucking hell, Zach, stop it! I’m annoyed enough as it is, you don’t want to make it any worse, okay? For once be a good boy and behave yourself!”
He yanks Zach’s hair once in emphasis and ignores the Doctor’s gasp behind him. He’ll deal with that bastard later. Zach licks his lips slowly, eyes dark and smiles a slow smile. Then he nods, winks at Chris and sits back. He lets his legs dangle from the table’s edge, hands folded neatly in his lap, the picture of innocence. Chris lifts an eyebrow at him and gets a wide-eyed, angelic look back. He snorts and turns back towards the Doctor.
Bana stares at him and wets his lips nervously. Chris glares back and clenches his fists. If this bastard doesn’t start to act professionally right about now, Chris is gonna use his own instruments on him. The Doctor seems to notice his fury and clears his throat. “Right. Um. Bruce said bullet wound?”
“Yeah. Stuck in my shoulder, hurts like a bitch, but I can still move it.”
“Okay, Mr. Pine, why don’t you sit on that chair, under the lamp, and let me get a look at it.”
Thankfully the Doc’s examination goes quickly and professionally. Bana cuts his bandage off, cleans the wound and extracts the bullet. It hurts, it hurts a lot, but Chris declines a sedative. Being on drugs, even for medical attention, is something that brings up unpleasant memories that he’d rather avoid. Plus, he still doesn’t really trust the Doctor. Not with Zach sitting close, watching intently with bright eyes while Bana takes the bullet out.
Bana cleans the wound, puts in stitches and re-bandages it. He hands Chris some pain killers and rattles off a list of things he has to observe, then takes his latex gloves off and sits back. Chris nods in thanks. “How much do I owe you?”
Bana doesn’t answer. His eyes are fixed on Zach, who, God damn him, has snatched the bullet from the bowl and is now sucking on it, rolls his tongue around it and cleans it from Chris’ blood. He cocks his head at them and licks more blood from his fingers. Jesus.
“What? I want to keep it, maybe put it on my necklace. Or melt it into a piercing, I don’t know yet.”
Chris snorts and shakes his head. Filthy little minx. His filthy little minx. He turns back to the Doctor who wears a calculating expression. Chris frowns, Zach eyes them with interest, a pleased smile on his face.
“You know what, Mr. Pine? I think we can work something out. A favor for a favor maybe?”
Oh hell no. He knows exactly where this is going, and he doesn’t like it in the least. “Forget it. His ass belongs to me.”
Bana chuckles. Gone is his professional doctor’s face, replaced by something much darker, fiercer, all confidence and self-assuredness. His accent has gotten stronger, too, and Chris feels a stirring in his groin. The Doc isn’t bad looking, not at all, and Chris looks at his strong chin, muscular arms, the wide chest and the firm legs. A year ago he would’ve been all over that, pushed the guy down and forced him to take his cock, but now he has Zach. Zach who’s inching closer and biting his lips, watches them from under his lashes and plays the Doctor like the artist he is, plays coy and inviting, spreads his legs a little and curls his fingers in his lap. Goddamn tease, Chris will make him pay for that later.
“Oh, I don’t want his ass, no… I just… want to give him an exam, so to speak.”
Zach raises an intrigued eyebrow. Figures, Chris thinks darkly, his lover has a serious kink for being watched by others, for performing in front of others. Chris seldom lets him indulge in that, because Zach is his. He may have come to terms with Zach’s job, with his lover taking his clothes off for lusty perverts, shaking his tight ass at them, even if most of the time he’d rather chain Zach to his bed and makes sure no one ever sets their eyes on him. But this? This is something completely different, and no way in hell will he let the Doc do this.
Zach waves him over. Chris goes and looks at him darkly. “You want this, don’t you? You want this ‘exam’.”
“Hell yes,” Zach breathes, “I want it. I’m already leaking just thinking about it.”
“I bet you are. Forget it, I won’t let him touch you.” Chris tries to turn away, but Zach wraps long arms around his neck and murmurs seductively in his ear:
“Please Chris, let me have it. Let him do this. It’ll be so good, he’s a doctor, after all. Think about it, Chris, please? Me on my back, legs spread, his gloved fingers up my ass… It’ll be so good, I promise, so good… Please? Just this once? I’ll even do the thing you asked me about yesterday, later, when we’re at home… please, Chris, please let me have this?”
God, how can Chris say no to this? Zach rarely begs this nicely, not even when Chris has him tied up for hours and sees how many toys he can take before he needs to come. Zach’s tongue traces his ear, tiny little licks, and Chris sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine. If you want it so bad.”
“Yes,” breathes Zach and kisses him deeply, “thank you. I want it, so much…”
Chris pulls back and glares at him. “But no fucking.” He turns towards the Doctor, who’s leaning against the cupboard, not even trying to hide his hard-on or the fact that he’s been eaves-dropping. “No fucking, you hear me? His ass is mine, and mine only.”
Bana smirks. “No problem, no problem at all.” He turns towards a cabinet and removes a couple of utensils before he goes to put new gloves on. There’s no hint left of the nervous man who stuttered and twitched when he found him, and Chris starts to believe that this was just an act.
Chris looks at Zach who shivers at the slapping sounds the latex makes against the Doc’s wrists. Zach reaches for his hands and nips at Chris’ fingers. “Thank you, lover. It’ll be so good, you’ll see. And who knows, maybe you’ll learn something for when we have our own table…”
Chris snorts a laugh at that and plunges his tongue into Zach’s mouth. God, the things he’s doing for this man. It’s a wild ride, dark and dangerous, that’s for sure, but so good and Chris wouldn’t miss it for the world. He steps back and looks at the Doctor, whose eyes roam Zach’s form hungrily.
“Okay, Doc, how do you want him?”
TBC... muhahaha! *evil expression*
(no, sorry, my muse has retired behind the mirror for today, but lots of PRON coming soon, I promise...)
EDIT: Chapter 3b is here
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 3a - How Chris and Zach met Eric: Do what your Doctor says…
(Sadly, no awesome song quote title this time, I was too lazy to find one…)
The plastic chair is pressing uncomfortably into Chris’ back, and Zach’s weight on his lap doesn’t help. Chris glares at the happy yellow walls, the colorful paintings and the stuffed toys in the kid’s corner. He really doesn’t want to be here, but even Zach’s and his own considerable first-aid skills are not enough for a bullet wound. Bruce recommended the Doctor, said he was quite the expert and didn’t ask too many questions, so Chris sits in the waiting room and glowers. And of course Zach wanted to come, because who wouldn’t want to see someone pull a bullet out of his lover’s shoulder, right? And, of course, Zach has to sit on his lap because the plastic chairs “make weird sounds against his leather pants”. The things Chris does for this man…
Zach nibbles on Chris’ neck and teases his fingers along the bandage on his shoulder. Jesus, the guy’s insatiable - and when the fuck did he manage to open Chris’ shirt, anyway? He shifts, tries to move Zach into a more comfortable position and is rewarded by Zach shamelessly rubbing his groin against him. He rolls his eyes and sighs. “God, you’re such a slut.”
“Hmm.” Zach murmurs and nips his ear. The elderly woman two chairs over stiffens and looks affronted. Chris smirks and gives her a wink. She looks away quickly and buries her long nose inside a magazine.
“You love it, Pretty Boy. How about we go to the bathroom real quick?”
Chris snorts and wraps his arms around Zach’s waist. “I fucked you like an hour ago. You need it again so bad?” He trails his fingertips over the slip of exposed skin between Zach’s tight pants and his mesh top. Zach sighs, pleased, and rubs against him.
“Can’t get enough of you, lover.” Zach licks the side of his neck and presses nimble fingers against the bandage, right above the wound. Chris twitches and pulls away. The flamingly gay couple in the corner watches them intently; the younger even leans forward and lets his eyes roam over Zach’s body. Chris notices and although he can barely fault them - Zach’s every day clothes are just slightly less indecent than the ones he wears at work - he doesn’t have to like it. He stares at the couple, tightens his arms around Zach and simply stares at them, until the twink is blushing scarlet and hides in his leather daddy’s arms.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but no. We have an appointment. But I’ll fuck you later, after I get this stupid thing out.”
Zach pouts exaggeratedly and bites Chris’ lip, who smirks and swats Zach’s ass, and then the pretty blonde aide calls Chris’ name up. He dumps Zach on his feet and follows her, eyes on her firm little ass while Zach yanks on his hand and glares at her and Chris in turn. She blushes and excuses herself hurriedly after showing them the exam room and announcing the Doctor will be with them shortly.
Chris cradles his wounded arm and looks around. He looks at the joyful pictures and plastic plants, eyes the medical poster of human musculature with interest, catalogues doorways and cupboards, and the tray full of sterilized medical utensils on the sideboard next to the examination table. Zach touches all the kiddie toys, plays a little with a plush spaceship and wanders about the room. Then he finds the stirrups.
He grins in delight and folds them open, up and around until they rest in their intended position at the end of the exam table. Chris rolls his eyes at his antics, but his amusement soon turns into something else as he watches Zach crawl onto the table, lie back and rest his thighs in the stirrups. His legs are spread wide, pants pulled tight against his crotch, drawing his cock into sharp relief. Chris steps between Zach’s legs and runs a hand up his leather-clad thigh. Zach stretches his arms above his head and shifts lazily, smiling at him.
“Damn, Chris, I think I need one of these tables for the club. Would be perfect for my show…”
“Uh-huh?” Chris cups a big hand over Zach’s dick and squeezes, making him shiver and gasp. He scratches his nails over Zach’s balls. Zach wets his lips and his eyes flutter shut.
“And maybe one for our playroom. We could play Doctor, you could give me a private exam, a deep exam...”
Chris grins down at him and squeezes tighter. “Play Doctor, hm? Sounds interesting.” He bends over Zach’s form and bites at his nipple through his tight shirt. His shoulder twinges but he ignores it, mouths at the cloth, tugs at the piercing until the bud is hard and erect. Zach shudders and moans. Chris bites his chin, licks at Zach’s stubble and murmurs thoughtfully: “Well, it is your birthday soon and I still need a present…”
Zach laughs and wraps his arms around him, pulls him close so he can suck on Chris’ tongue. This is how the Doctor finds them, Zach on his back, legs in stirrups, Chris molded over him and plundering his mouth.
“Hello Mr. Pine, my name is Dr. Bana… Oh my God.”
Chris straightens and looks at the man who’s standing near the door, holding a clipboard and staring open-mouthed at them. Zach gives the Doctor a lazy wave and pinches Chris’ nipple. Chris scowls down at him and grips Zach’s wrists, holding them against the table. Chris lifts an eyebrow when the Doctor gasps and clutches his clipboard even tighter, Zach snickers and moves against him. Fucking tease.
The Doctor - Bana? - watches Zach, Zach watches the Doctor and Chris watches them both. Zach licks his lips, the Doctor shivers. Zach flexes his legs, Bana gasps quietly. Zach strains his wrists in Chris’ grip, the Doctor shudders. Okay, that’s enough. Chris gives Zach an “I’ll deal with you later you goddamn slut” glare - he gets a sassy and intrigued eyebrow in return - and moves in front of him, pulling his legs out of the stirrups on the way. He blocks Zach’s body from Bana’s view and glares at the Doctor.
“I’m Pine”, he grunts. He narrows his eyes when the Doctor doesn’t look at him, but tries to catch another glimpse of Zach over Chris’ shoulder. Zach snickers again, and Chris clenches his fists, vowing to shove something down his lover’s throat later to try and shut him up, just once.
“I’m Pine and I’m here for the appointment. Only me. So if you’d be so kind to turn your attention towards me now and away from my lover, that’d be great. I’d really love it if I didn’t have to punch you.”
The Doctor flinches and focuses his eyes on Chris’ face. He clears his throat nervously and licks his lips. “Oh, right, sorry. I just, I… well, I didn’t quite expect a sight like this. Um. Sorry.”
Chris would be far more willing to accepts his apology if the guy’s eyes weren’t still wandering to his lover. His fists are clenched, causing his wounded shoulder to give a painful twinge, but before he can step closer to the Doctor or well, do anything, Zach presses against his back, wraps long arms around his waist and rests his head on Chris’ shoulder.
“Aww, Chris, don’t be so mean. I like him.” Zach nips at Chris’ neck and licks his lips. Chris is not sure whom Zach wants to tease right now, maybe Chris, trying to make him jealous, or maybe the Doctor, get him all hot and bothered. Probably both.
“Don’t you like him? I do… Look at these arms, hmmm, and the chest! All these muscles, he must he so strong… and I bet he hides a tight little ass underneath that nice white lab coat, too, don’t you, Doctor?”
The Doctor groans and moves his clipboard to hold it in front of his crotch. Chris whips around and grabs Zach’s hair. He holds him tightly, ignores the pleased shudder this causes and hisses in his ear. “Fucking hell, Zach, stop it! I’m annoyed enough as it is, you don’t want to make it any worse, okay? For once be a good boy and behave yourself!”
He yanks Zach’s hair once in emphasis and ignores the Doctor’s gasp behind him. He’ll deal with that bastard later. Zach licks his lips slowly, eyes dark and smiles a slow smile. Then he nods, winks at Chris and sits back. He lets his legs dangle from the table’s edge, hands folded neatly in his lap, the picture of innocence. Chris lifts an eyebrow at him and gets a wide-eyed, angelic look back. He snorts and turns back towards the Doctor.
Bana stares at him and wets his lips nervously. Chris glares back and clenches his fists. If this bastard doesn’t start to act professionally right about now, Chris is gonna use his own instruments on him. The Doctor seems to notice his fury and clears his throat. “Right. Um. Bruce said bullet wound?”
“Yeah. Stuck in my shoulder, hurts like a bitch, but I can still move it.”
“Okay, Mr. Pine, why don’t you sit on that chair, under the lamp, and let me get a look at it.”
Thankfully the Doc’s examination goes quickly and professionally. Bana cuts his bandage off, cleans the wound and extracts the bullet. It hurts, it hurts a lot, but Chris declines a sedative. Being on drugs, even for medical attention, is something that brings up unpleasant memories that he’d rather avoid. Plus, he still doesn’t really trust the Doctor. Not with Zach sitting close, watching intently with bright eyes while Bana takes the bullet out.
Bana cleans the wound, puts in stitches and re-bandages it. He hands Chris some pain killers and rattles off a list of things he has to observe, then takes his latex gloves off and sits back. Chris nods in thanks. “How much do I owe you?”
Bana doesn’t answer. His eyes are fixed on Zach, who, God damn him, has snatched the bullet from the bowl and is now sucking on it, rolls his tongue around it and cleans it from Chris’ blood. He cocks his head at them and licks more blood from his fingers. Jesus.
“What? I want to keep it, maybe put it on my necklace. Or melt it into a piercing, I don’t know yet.”
Chris snorts and shakes his head. Filthy little minx. His filthy little minx. He turns back to the Doctor who wears a calculating expression. Chris frowns, Zach eyes them with interest, a pleased smile on his face.
“You know what, Mr. Pine? I think we can work something out. A favor for a favor maybe?”
Oh hell no. He knows exactly where this is going, and he doesn’t like it in the least. “Forget it. His ass belongs to me.”
Bana chuckles. Gone is his professional doctor’s face, replaced by something much darker, fiercer, all confidence and self-assuredness. His accent has gotten stronger, too, and Chris feels a stirring in his groin. The Doc isn’t bad looking, not at all, and Chris looks at his strong chin, muscular arms, the wide chest and the firm legs. A year ago he would’ve been all over that, pushed the guy down and forced him to take his cock, but now he has Zach. Zach who’s inching closer and biting his lips, watches them from under his lashes and plays the Doctor like the artist he is, plays coy and inviting, spreads his legs a little and curls his fingers in his lap. Goddamn tease, Chris will make him pay for that later.
“Oh, I don’t want his ass, no… I just… want to give him an exam, so to speak.”
Zach raises an intrigued eyebrow. Figures, Chris thinks darkly, his lover has a serious kink for being watched by others, for performing in front of others. Chris seldom lets him indulge in that, because Zach is his. He may have come to terms with Zach’s job, with his lover taking his clothes off for lusty perverts, shaking his tight ass at them, even if most of the time he’d rather chain Zach to his bed and makes sure no one ever sets their eyes on him. But this? This is something completely different, and no way in hell will he let the Doc do this.
Zach waves him over. Chris goes and looks at him darkly. “You want this, don’t you? You want this ‘exam’.”
“Hell yes,” Zach breathes, “I want it. I’m already leaking just thinking about it.”
“I bet you are. Forget it, I won’t let him touch you.” Chris tries to turn away, but Zach wraps long arms around his neck and murmurs seductively in his ear:
“Please Chris, let me have it. Let him do this. It’ll be so good, he’s a doctor, after all. Think about it, Chris, please? Me on my back, legs spread, his gloved fingers up my ass… It’ll be so good, I promise, so good… Please? Just this once? I’ll even do the thing you asked me about yesterday, later, when we’re at home… please, Chris, please let me have this?”
God, how can Chris say no to this? Zach rarely begs this nicely, not even when Chris has him tied up for hours and sees how many toys he can take before he needs to come. Zach’s tongue traces his ear, tiny little licks, and Chris sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine. If you want it so bad.”
“Yes,” breathes Zach and kisses him deeply, “thank you. I want it, so much…”
Chris pulls back and glares at him. “But no fucking.” He turns towards the Doctor, who’s leaning against the cupboard, not even trying to hide his hard-on or the fact that he’s been eaves-dropping. “No fucking, you hear me? His ass is mine, and mine only.”
Bana smirks. “No problem, no problem at all.” He turns towards a cabinet and removes a couple of utensils before he goes to put new gloves on. There’s no hint left of the nervous man who stuttered and twitched when he found him, and Chris starts to believe that this was just an act.
Chris looks at Zach who shivers at the slapping sounds the latex makes against the Doc’s wrists. Zach reaches for his hands and nips at Chris’ fingers. “Thank you, lover. It’ll be so good, you’ll see. And who knows, maybe you’ll learn something for when we have our own table…”
Chris snorts a laugh at that and plunges his tongue into Zach’s mouth. God, the things he’s doing for this man. It’s a wild ride, dark and dangerous, that’s for sure, but so good and Chris wouldn’t miss it for the world. He steps back and looks at the Doctor, whose eyes roam Zach’s form hungrily.
“Okay, Doc, how do you want him?”
TBC... muhahaha! *evil expression*
(no, sorry, my muse has retired behind the mirror for today, but lots of PRON coming soon, I promise...)
EDIT: Chapter 3b is here