Stars in Our Eyes (fic)
Title: Stars in Our Eyes
Pairing: Zach/Chris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ingestion of bodily fluids (aka come, obvs), some mentions of biting, ridiculousness, dirty talk, unprotected sex.
Summary: Chris takes ecstasy for the first time with Zach. Silliness and first-time smut ensues. (top!zach)
Disclaimer: this is fiction. based on events in my own life. the boys, to my knowledge, have done none of these things.
Word count: 2,689 (OH MY GOD WUT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 1,000 AT THE MOST)
Chris hadn't been planning on ending up here. Sure, his plan had been to see Zach tonight, but he wasn't planning on sitting here, now, watching Zach crush up half of a roll pill for him. Zach could be damn persuasive when he wanted to be.
Zach looks up from his detailed crushing and smiles at him. "So," he begins, he sounds as if he's just explaining something mundane like how to put away library books. "You basically just take this half and then you snort this half," he holds up half the tablet and gives it to Chris, who quickly swallows it before he can have second thoughts.
Zach's smile turns into just a knowing smirk as he swallows his own half. He reaches for his glass straw and quickly snorts the line he's set on his side of the table. He tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes, blindly holds the straw out to Chris. He takes it hesitantly and tries to mimic Zach's action with his own line, leaning down, he takes a deep breath, the adrenaline rush of a new experience already pumping through his veins, making him dizzy. He closes one nostril and inhales furiously, guiding the straw over the line. He sits down the straw as fast as he can without breaking it and holds his nose.
"Holy fuck!" He exclaims, trying to keep his mind from focusing on the horrid burning sensation in his nose. He hits the table with his hand.
Zach's doing nothing but giggling at him. "Dude, you have to do a line of salt water."
Chris looks up in disbelief, finally letting go of his nose. "How the hell do I snort water?" Chris winces at how awful his voice sounds. He almost gags at the disgusting taste in the back of his throat.
Zach rolls his eyes. "Easily, Christopher. Let me do it for you." He picks up the salt shaker and bottle of water he had set out before, putting down a small line of salt in front of Chris and pouring just a bit of water on it. Surprisingly, it all stays in one area and doesn't go running all over the table. Chris takes the straw in his hand again and leans down to the table, taking the salt water into his nose.
It feels like he's gotten overtaken by a wave in the ocean. He coughs and hands the straw to Zach, who does his own line of salt water. Chris realizes that his nose is much clearer than it was before, but the taste remains in the back of his throat.
"Why does my throat taste like gross medicine?"
Zach raises an eyebrow. "Because you just snorted a line of ecstasy?"
Chris laughs, his head starting to feel light. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm fine."
"What? You're not even making sense right now."
Chris blows a gust of air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing out in the process. "Look, I'm a cloud!"
Zach shakes his head. "You're already high."
Chris runs his hands through his hair and leans his head against the back of the couch. He doesn't remember his hair ever being this soft. He realizes how weird hair is. Why does he have hair, anyways? Something about dead skin. How creepy. What if everything was made of hair? He shakes his head as though trying to throw the thought out of his head.
"What would it be like if we could pull thoughts out through our ears?"
Zach lets out a surprised laugh, leaning forward to grab a cigarette off the table and light it. "What?"
Chris scrunches his nose and reaches for the cigarette. "Hey, give me!"
"Get your own, you baby!"
He sighs but grabs his own cigarette from the pack, lighting it quietly and exhaling, appreciating the taste of smoke in his mouth. He rests his hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. When did everything start feeling so tingly? He shivers before taking another drag, using his free hand to explore the sensations created from touching his neck, his stomach, and his sides. His eyes have long been closed and he's pretty sure he's making some kind of strange noise that probably resembles a groan, but he can't bring himself to care. He jumps when he feels a foreign touch on his shoulder but relaxes when it's accompanied by Zach's voice.
"Are you okay? You're looking a little too far gone there."
Chris reaches up and takes a hold of Zach's hand, rubbing it and forcing it to stay on his shoulder.
"I've never been better."
He puts his cigarette in the ashtray and brings his other hand up to Zach's. There seems to be a vibration through his body coming from Zach's hand and he doesn't want it to stop. He hears music somewhere quietly in the distance. He mumbles something about not remembering Zach putting on music and he might be hallucinating but he doesn't think Zach hears him or the music. He thinks it's Lady Gaga, though and it makes him wiggle in a way that possibly resembles dancing, he can't tell.
He turns toward Zach, finally opening his eyes again. He's being stared at with feral eyes and he can't help but harden in his jeans, his breath hitching. He brings Zach's hand up to his face and nuzzles it, his tongue slipping just a bit past his lips to lick at Zach's palm. Zach shudders and lunges forward, capturing Chris's lips in a ferocious kiss, lightly biting and nibbling at his lips in a way that makes Chris moan. Zach begins to move towards the floor, kneeling but never breaking the kiss. He finally breaks the kiss and helps Chris out of his shirt, throwing it across the room. He begins kissing Chris' chest, moving slowly downwards and it feels like sparks are coming out of his body everywhere that Zach kisses and bites, leaving a small mark for him to see in the morning.
Zach suddenly looks up from his place at Chris's stomach and grabs Chris's chin, forcing him to look in Zach's eyes and damn it shouldn't be so hot. But it is.
"Are you sure about this, Chris?"
Chris nods. "Of course. Wanted this," Chris grunts and leans down to kiss Zach again before settling back and sighing as Zach unzips his jeans, lapping at his happy trail while he's doing so. Chris lifts his hips to help Zach get his pants off. Zach smiles up at him while taking Chris's hard cock out of his briefs, jacking it a few times before taking it in his mouth and sucking. It's the best thing Chris has ever felt in his life and he can't help himself, he has to thrust up into Zach's mouth. But Zach takes it like a pro, opening his throat to accommodate Chris's length and reaching up to hold Chris' hips down and he bobs his head on Chris's dick. Chris can't figure out what to do with his hands, they're everywhere. He puts them in his hair, Zach's hair, and finally settles for grabbing the couch cushions and clenching and he feels his orgasm building. Zach pulls off right when Chris feels like he's reaching the edge. Chris whines but starts panting when Zach gets back up on the couch, leaning on him and licking his neck and ear while stroking him hard and fast.
"Are you gonna shoot for me, Chris? Come on, I wanna see you fall apart. Come for me, come all over my hand so I can lick it off." Zach goes back to licking Chris's neck a few times. "Come on, baby, yeah. Come for me now," he growls and bites Chris's neck and Chris fucking loses it, coming in hot spurts over Zach's hand. He feels like a firecracker and his entire body feels like a giant, throbbing raw nerve. He's tingling and he can't seem to quit panting. He's sweating from a combination of the ecstasy and his powerful orgasm.
"Chris," Zach says, his voice is low and rough. Chris opens his eyes in time to see Zach licking every bit of fluid from his hands. Chris's cock gives a pathetic twitch and Zach tucks him away gently, leaning in to let Chris taste himself on Zach's tongue. Chris moans and scratches at Zach's back, licking every trace of himself from Zach's mouth.
"Your turn," Chris says with a smirk when they finally break apart. He reaches forward to rub the bulge in Zach's jeans. Zach shakes his head.
"I'm getting a bit jittery, so I think we should smoke a little something first."
Chris whines. "Why?" He asks, drawing out the 'y' for a few beats too long.
"Because," Zach smirks as he makes a joint appear out of nowhere and Chris is too high to try and figure it out. "I want to fuck that beautiful ass of yours. While you are just a bit younger than me, I'm sure you'll still need just a bit of recovery time." He winks and lights the joint, exhaling and giving it to Chris.
Chris shudders with excitement at Zach's words, his body feeling lighter than air. He takes a drag from the joint and relaxes against Zach, idly touching his chest and stomach under his shirt. He takes another hit and pulls Zach's lips toward his so he can blow the smoke into Zach's mouth. Zach inhales, ending the shotgun by licking at Chris's tongue. He exhales with a look that turns Chris from air to some kind of warn, melted goo that he can't be bothered to figure out a good metaphor for because he's coming down from possibly the best orgasm in his life, Zach is hot, and his mind is buzzing with the drugs coursing through his system.
They finish the joint a few minutes later, taking breaks in between hits to kiss and nibble at each other, taking their time to enjoy the sensations at the peak of their high. Zach finally puts the finished joint in the ashtray and stands up, taking Chris's hand and pulling at it. "Shall we take this to the bedroom, my dear?"
Chris giggles. "Only if you promise never to call me 'dear' again."
Zach scoffs. "Once I'm done with you, you won't care what I call you as long as I do it again."
Chris goes silent because he knows Zach's probably right.
They stumble to the bedroom, leaving a trail of Zach's clothes along the way, starting with his shirt, which ends up somewhere in the hallway. When they reach the bed, Zach's jeans are unzipped and Chris is trying to get his hand around Zach's cock.
Zach shoves Chris down on his back on the bed. Chris takes off his own underwear while Zach strips. Chris can't help but admire Zach's body in all of it's glory. God, Chris thinks, I've never been this hard in my life.
Chris scoots up on the bed to rest his head on the pillows and Zach climbs on top of him, kissing him and thrusting their cocks together. Chris pants into Zach's mouth. He can hear Zach's hand fumbling around in the bedside drawer for lube and he silently thanks the gods when he hears the drawer close and the cap pop off the lube. Zach pulls away and puts a pillow under Chris's hips. He runs his tongue against the inside of Chris's thigh and it feels like fire, Chris hisses and he can feel his cock leaking. He can feel everything, the soft sheets that he's grabbing with his hands, everywhere Zach's body meets his, everything around him.
Zach looks up while he's coating his fingers. "You ever done this before?"
Chris shakes his head and Zach laughs quietly. "Lucky me."
Chris feels Zach slip a finger into him and he gasps. Zach stills for a moment, checking to make sure he's still okay before he begins to pump the finger in and out of his ass, making Chris thrust against the air. Every sensation now feels like electricity to his body and he can't hold back his grunts and groans as Zach adds one more finger and then another. He begins to shake when Zach pulls his fingers out, but he quickly feels Zach up against his ear. "I'm here, I'm here," he whispers.
Chris feels Zach's cock nudge at his entrance and he clutches the pillow behind his head as Zach pushes in slowly. "Oh holy fuck, Chris. You feel so good."
Chris hums and reaches up for Zach once he is all the way in. He wraps his legs around Zach, bringing him down until their foreheads touch and they are breathing the same air. "How does it feel?" Zach whispers against his mouth. "Odd, but good," Chris replies. "You can move now."
Zach doesn't wait but a second before he begins to thrust, Chris wails when Zach hits his prostate. He scratches at Zach's back and squeezes his legs around Zach's waist, matching his thrusts. Chris hears someone babbling in the background and he realizes it's his rambling. "ZachZachZachZachZach ohfuck...please...oh fuck me, God yes."
He moans when Zach leans down to his ear again and whispers, "God, Chris, I'm so close. I love your little tight ass, it's so fucking good. Do you love my dick, you love how hard I'm fucking you with it? Such a little slut for my cock, aren't you?"
Chris nods, his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the pillow as his second orgasm of the night builds in his gut. "K-K-Keep talking, please."
Zach chuckles. "Come for me again, Chris. Come for my cock. I wanna feel your hole around me when you come all over yourself. You wanna feel me come inside you, baby? Yeah? Come on, fucking come." Zach reaches down and jacks Chris's cock while hitting his prostate with every thrust. Chris screams and he's shooting all over his stomach and Zach's hand. Zach keeps thrusting through Chris's orgasm and he feels Zach filling him up with his come. He bites his lip and groans, sated and tired. He winces when Zach pulls out but then Zach is laying down beside him, rubbing his chest. He puts his hand in Chris's face. "Lick your come off my hand."
It isn't a question. Chris thinks he should probably be offended that Zach is just ordering him around. But, fuck, it's such a turn on. He obediently sucks every bit of his come off of Zach's fingers.
"Holy shit," Chris says, dragging his arm across his forehead to wipe off the sweat there. "That was...amazing. We have to do this again."
Zach laughs. "Which one, ecstasy or sex?"
"Both, obviously." Chris smiles and kicks Zach's leg playfully.
Zach twines their free hands together. "I think I could deal with that."
Pairing: Zach/Chris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ingestion of bodily fluids (aka come, obvs), some mentions of biting, ridiculousness, dirty talk, unprotected sex.
Summary: Chris takes ecstasy for the first time with Zach. Silliness and first-time smut ensues. (top!zach)
Disclaimer: this is fiction. based on events in my own life. the boys, to my knowledge, have done none of these things.
Word count: 2,689 (OH MY GOD WUT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 1,000 AT THE MOST)
Chris hadn't been planning on ending up here. Sure, his plan had been to see Zach tonight, but he wasn't planning on sitting here, now, watching Zach crush up half of a roll pill for him. Zach could be damn persuasive when he wanted to be.
Zach looks up from his detailed crushing and smiles at him. "So," he begins, he sounds as if he's just explaining something mundane like how to put away library books. "You basically just take this half and then you snort this half," he holds up half the tablet and gives it to Chris, who quickly swallows it before he can have second thoughts.
Zach's smile turns into just a knowing smirk as he swallows his own half. He reaches for his glass straw and quickly snorts the line he's set on his side of the table. He tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes, blindly holds the straw out to Chris. He takes it hesitantly and tries to mimic Zach's action with his own line, leaning down, he takes a deep breath, the adrenaline rush of a new experience already pumping through his veins, making him dizzy. He closes one nostril and inhales furiously, guiding the straw over the line. He sits down the straw as fast as he can without breaking it and holds his nose.
"Holy fuck!" He exclaims, trying to keep his mind from focusing on the horrid burning sensation in his nose. He hits the table with his hand.
Zach's doing nothing but giggling at him. "Dude, you have to do a line of salt water."
Chris looks up in disbelief, finally letting go of his nose. "How the hell do I snort water?" Chris winces at how awful his voice sounds. He almost gags at the disgusting taste in the back of his throat.
Zach rolls his eyes. "Easily, Christopher. Let me do it for you." He picks up the salt shaker and bottle of water he had set out before, putting down a small line of salt in front of Chris and pouring just a bit of water on it. Surprisingly, it all stays in one area and doesn't go running all over the table. Chris takes the straw in his hand again and leans down to the table, taking the salt water into his nose.
It feels like he's gotten overtaken by a wave in the ocean. He coughs and hands the straw to Zach, who does his own line of salt water. Chris realizes that his nose is much clearer than it was before, but the taste remains in the back of his throat.
"Why does my throat taste like gross medicine?"
Zach raises an eyebrow. "Because you just snorted a line of ecstasy?"
Chris laughs, his head starting to feel light. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm fine."
"What? You're not even making sense right now."
Chris blows a gust of air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing out in the process. "Look, I'm a cloud!"
Zach shakes his head. "You're already high."
Chris runs his hands through his hair and leans his head against the back of the couch. He doesn't remember his hair ever being this soft. He realizes how weird hair is. Why does he have hair, anyways? Something about dead skin. How creepy. What if everything was made of hair? He shakes his head as though trying to throw the thought out of his head.
"What would it be like if we could pull thoughts out through our ears?"
Zach lets out a surprised laugh, leaning forward to grab a cigarette off the table and light it. "What?"
Chris scrunches his nose and reaches for the cigarette. "Hey, give me!"
"Get your own, you baby!"
He sighs but grabs his own cigarette from the pack, lighting it quietly and exhaling, appreciating the taste of smoke in his mouth. He rests his hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. When did everything start feeling so tingly? He shivers before taking another drag, using his free hand to explore the sensations created from touching his neck, his stomach, and his sides. His eyes have long been closed and he's pretty sure he's making some kind of strange noise that probably resembles a groan, but he can't bring himself to care. He jumps when he feels a foreign touch on his shoulder but relaxes when it's accompanied by Zach's voice.
"Are you okay? You're looking a little too far gone there."
Chris reaches up and takes a hold of Zach's hand, rubbing it and forcing it to stay on his shoulder.
"I've never been better."
He puts his cigarette in the ashtray and brings his other hand up to Zach's. There seems to be a vibration through his body coming from Zach's hand and he doesn't want it to stop. He hears music somewhere quietly in the distance. He mumbles something about not remembering Zach putting on music and he might be hallucinating but he doesn't think Zach hears him or the music. He thinks it's Lady Gaga, though and it makes him wiggle in a way that possibly resembles dancing, he can't tell.
He turns toward Zach, finally opening his eyes again. He's being stared at with feral eyes and he can't help but harden in his jeans, his breath hitching. He brings Zach's hand up to his face and nuzzles it, his tongue slipping just a bit past his lips to lick at Zach's palm. Zach shudders and lunges forward, capturing Chris's lips in a ferocious kiss, lightly biting and nibbling at his lips in a way that makes Chris moan. Zach begins to move towards the floor, kneeling but never breaking the kiss. He finally breaks the kiss and helps Chris out of his shirt, throwing it across the room. He begins kissing Chris' chest, moving slowly downwards and it feels like sparks are coming out of his body everywhere that Zach kisses and bites, leaving a small mark for him to see in the morning.
Zach suddenly looks up from his place at Chris's stomach and grabs Chris's chin, forcing him to look in Zach's eyes and damn it shouldn't be so hot. But it is.
"Are you sure about this, Chris?"
Chris nods. "Of course. Wanted this," Chris grunts and leans down to kiss Zach again before settling back and sighing as Zach unzips his jeans, lapping at his happy trail while he's doing so. Chris lifts his hips to help Zach get his pants off. Zach smiles up at him while taking Chris's hard cock out of his briefs, jacking it a few times before taking it in his mouth and sucking. It's the best thing Chris has ever felt in his life and he can't help himself, he has to thrust up into Zach's mouth. But Zach takes it like a pro, opening his throat to accommodate Chris's length and reaching up to hold Chris' hips down and he bobs his head on Chris's dick. Chris can't figure out what to do with his hands, they're everywhere. He puts them in his hair, Zach's hair, and finally settles for grabbing the couch cushions and clenching and he feels his orgasm building. Zach pulls off right when Chris feels like he's reaching the edge. Chris whines but starts panting when Zach gets back up on the couch, leaning on him and licking his neck and ear while stroking him hard and fast.
"Are you gonna shoot for me, Chris? Come on, I wanna see you fall apart. Come for me, come all over my hand so I can lick it off." Zach goes back to licking Chris's neck a few times. "Come on, baby, yeah. Come for me now," he growls and bites Chris's neck and Chris fucking loses it, coming in hot spurts over Zach's hand. He feels like a firecracker and his entire body feels like a giant, throbbing raw nerve. He's tingling and he can't seem to quit panting. He's sweating from a combination of the ecstasy and his powerful orgasm.
"Chris," Zach says, his voice is low and rough. Chris opens his eyes in time to see Zach licking every bit of fluid from his hands. Chris's cock gives a pathetic twitch and Zach tucks him away gently, leaning in to let Chris taste himself on Zach's tongue. Chris moans and scratches at Zach's back, licking every trace of himself from Zach's mouth.
"Your turn," Chris says with a smirk when they finally break apart. He reaches forward to rub the bulge in Zach's jeans. Zach shakes his head.
"I'm getting a bit jittery, so I think we should smoke a little something first."
Chris whines. "Why?" He asks, drawing out the 'y' for a few beats too long.
"Because," Zach smirks as he makes a joint appear out of nowhere and Chris is too high to try and figure it out. "I want to fuck that beautiful ass of yours. While you are just a bit younger than me, I'm sure you'll still need just a bit of recovery time." He winks and lights the joint, exhaling and giving it to Chris.
Chris shudders with excitement at Zach's words, his body feeling lighter than air. He takes a drag from the joint and relaxes against Zach, idly touching his chest and stomach under his shirt. He takes another hit and pulls Zach's lips toward his so he can blow the smoke into Zach's mouth. Zach inhales, ending the shotgun by licking at Chris's tongue. He exhales with a look that turns Chris from air to some kind of warn, melted goo that he can't be bothered to figure out a good metaphor for because he's coming down from possibly the best orgasm in his life, Zach is hot, and his mind is buzzing with the drugs coursing through his system.
They finish the joint a few minutes later, taking breaks in between hits to kiss and nibble at each other, taking their time to enjoy the sensations at the peak of their high. Zach finally puts the finished joint in the ashtray and stands up, taking Chris's hand and pulling at it. "Shall we take this to the bedroom, my dear?"
Chris giggles. "Only if you promise never to call me 'dear' again."
Zach scoffs. "Once I'm done with you, you won't care what I call you as long as I do it again."
Chris goes silent because he knows Zach's probably right.
They stumble to the bedroom, leaving a trail of Zach's clothes along the way, starting with his shirt, which ends up somewhere in the hallway. When they reach the bed, Zach's jeans are unzipped and Chris is trying to get his hand around Zach's cock.
Zach shoves Chris down on his back on the bed. Chris takes off his own underwear while Zach strips. Chris can't help but admire Zach's body in all of it's glory. God, Chris thinks, I've never been this hard in my life.
Chris scoots up on the bed to rest his head on the pillows and Zach climbs on top of him, kissing him and thrusting their cocks together. Chris pants into Zach's mouth. He can hear Zach's hand fumbling around in the bedside drawer for lube and he silently thanks the gods when he hears the drawer close and the cap pop off the lube. Zach pulls away and puts a pillow under Chris's hips. He runs his tongue against the inside of Chris's thigh and it feels like fire, Chris hisses and he can feel his cock leaking. He can feel everything, the soft sheets that he's grabbing with his hands, everywhere Zach's body meets his, everything around him.
Zach looks up while he's coating his fingers. "You ever done this before?"
Chris shakes his head and Zach laughs quietly. "Lucky me."
Chris feels Zach slip a finger into him and he gasps. Zach stills for a moment, checking to make sure he's still okay before he begins to pump the finger in and out of his ass, making Chris thrust against the air. Every sensation now feels like electricity to his body and he can't hold back his grunts and groans as Zach adds one more finger and then another. He begins to shake when Zach pulls his fingers out, but he quickly feels Zach up against his ear. "I'm here, I'm here," he whispers.
Chris feels Zach's cock nudge at his entrance and he clutches the pillow behind his head as Zach pushes in slowly. "Oh holy fuck, Chris. You feel so good."
Chris hums and reaches up for Zach once he is all the way in. He wraps his legs around Zach, bringing him down until their foreheads touch and they are breathing the same air. "How does it feel?" Zach whispers against his mouth. "Odd, but good," Chris replies. "You can move now."
Zach doesn't wait but a second before he begins to thrust, Chris wails when Zach hits his prostate. He scratches at Zach's back and squeezes his legs around Zach's waist, matching his thrusts. Chris hears someone babbling in the background and he realizes it's his rambling. "ZachZachZachZachZach ohfuck...please...oh fuck me, God yes."
He moans when Zach leans down to his ear again and whispers, "God, Chris, I'm so close. I love your little tight ass, it's so fucking good. Do you love my dick, you love how hard I'm fucking you with it? Such a little slut for my cock, aren't you?"
Chris nods, his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the pillow as his second orgasm of the night builds in his gut. "K-K-Keep talking, please."
Zach chuckles. "Come for me again, Chris. Come for my cock. I wanna feel your hole around me when you come all over yourself. You wanna feel me come inside you, baby? Yeah? Come on, fucking come." Zach reaches down and jacks Chris's cock while hitting his prostate with every thrust. Chris screams and he's shooting all over his stomach and Zach's hand. Zach keeps thrusting through Chris's orgasm and he feels Zach filling him up with his come. He bites his lip and groans, sated and tired. He winces when Zach pulls out but then Zach is laying down beside him, rubbing his chest. He puts his hand in Chris's face. "Lick your come off my hand."
It isn't a question. Chris thinks he should probably be offended that Zach is just ordering him around. But, fuck, it's such a turn on. He obediently sucks every bit of his come off of Zach's fingers.
"Holy shit," Chris says, dragging his arm across his forehead to wipe off the sweat there. "That was...amazing. We have to do this again."
Zach laughs. "Which one, ecstasy or sex?"
"Both, obviously." Chris smiles and kicks Zach's leg playfully.
Zach twines their free hands together. "I think I could deal with that."