fic: Welcome Home (Pinto)
Title: Welcome Home
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Chris Pine nor Zachary Quinto. This is a work of fiction and therefore probably didn't happen.
Summary: just a short Pinto PWP.
He keeps his hands up behind his head because that way it looks like it's his choice that they're there, while simultaneously giving Zach what Chris knows he wants.
Propped up against the headboard, atop too many pillows, legs splayed, wrists crossed at the back of his neck: Chris is going for casual and unbothered. It's a difficult appearance to maintain, though, with Zach kneeling right next to him, pumping his cock in a slow, steady rhythm. He's talking about something... work probably, but Chris lost track of the words a few minutes ago. Zach probably knows this. It's probably why he's been smirking through his impromptu soliloquy; he's not usually so chatty when Chris is in his bed, naked.
Chris rocks his hips up into the next downward stroke, keeps Zach's eye contact and smirks back. He's not quite sure what game they're playing here, but he's sure as hell not going to lose.
"...so we're most likely going to have to shoot it again tomorrow, which means an extra hour or so in make-up putting all that blood on."
"Mmm," is Chris' contribution to the conversation. He hopes Zach can't see how his hands have clenched themselves around each other. Zach looks down to where Chris' hips are thrusting shallowly into the channel of his fist: gentle little pulses that Chris can't really help, not if he's going to keep from touching like this.
Zach runs a finger across the rise of one hipbone. "So how was your day?"
"Fine." He could probably bitch for an hour about the meeting he had with his agent today, but Chris kind of wants to get to the sex part of this sometime soon.
"Yeah? You seem a little tense."
Chris laughs, subtly shifting down and planting one foot onto the mattress. "Well that tension you sense could be because my boyfriend's a damn tease." Zach looks back down and smiles, pleased. Chris knows Zach likes it when he uses the 'b' word.
Zach 'hmm's once, and then replaces his hand with his mouth and Chris is arching off the pillows, hands flying back to grab the headboard as Zach takes him all the way in.
"Fuck, Zach, fuck," is the best he can do for encouragement, but it works. Zach swallows around him and then starts to bob up and down, one hand holding Chris' hip while the other slides slowly up his thigh.
Chris spreads his legs further as soon as he feels Zach's fingers behind his balls because he's already gasping for it (loud, shallow pants that he knows Zach thrives off of) so really there's no point in maintaining any illusion of control.
Zach pets him, gently runs a thumb over his opening, and Chris' hips stutter between shoving up into a hot mouth and down onto a smooth finger.
"Zach," Chris keens, and it's not a warning but it gets Zach's attention anyway. He pulls off and Chris can't see him looking up Chris' body because his eyes are screwed shut, but he can practically feel it.
Eventually Zach shifts and Chris opens his eyes, relaxing back into the pillows though his arms still strain against his grip on the headboard. Zach's kind of gaping at him, kind of devouring him with his eyes as they sweep from his cock (thick and shining from Zach's mouth) up his chest to his arms, his lips (Chris licks at them unconsciously and Zach huffs out a little laugh).
"You're just," Zach starts, but he's leaning forward and whatever else he might have said is lost to Chris' mouth. Chris tilts his head back as Zach kneels up and over him, hands splayed against his ribs. He inhales sharply as Zach settles on his lap and before he knows it his hand have relocated to Zach's hips. He keeps them there, though, as Zach grinds into him, pulling and pushing to help this along. Not that it isn't great, but fuck, Chris can feel it coming and he wants it now.
Zach's mouth is on his neck, biting and licking, their chests and dicks pressed flush together. "Come on," he breathes in Chris' ear.
"It's not- I need something," Chris groans back, wrapping his arms around Zach's waist and burying his face against his shoulder.
"Think of last weekend," Zach murmurs, gripping the headboard and shoving down with the new found leverage. "When I tied you up and stuck that vibrator in your ass. And you went down on me until I was begging to let me fuck you. You look so good on your knees."
Chris' head falls back as he remembers: Zach's broken praises, straining against the ties at his wrists, shoving back, telling Zach it was good, yeah good, but just harder, please, fuck...
"Zach," he gasps and freezes, pulling their hips as close as he can manage. It makes it difficult for Zach to keep moving, but it's not long before he's coming too with an aborted groan and a bite to Chris' shoulder.
They relax eventually but it's several moments before Zach shifts and Chris rolls them gently onto their sides. And then his hands are all over Zach: sweeping up his back, down his legs (between his legs to make Zach grunt and shove forward a bit).
Zach pulls back enough for a kiss and it's slow and sweet. Chris is beginning to drop off, but Zach's smiling gently so he kisses him some more, until his eyes can't stay open.
"We should shower," Zach mumbles. His voice sounds like he's been screaming, but Chris is almost positive he didn't. Maybe next time. For now he tightens his grip around Zach's waist and hopes it's a good enough deterrent to keep from moving at all.
Zach sighs and nudges Chris' arm. He immediately starts the soft, sweeping circles across Zach's back again. Chris knows it isn't a concession to stay in bed, but for the next fifteen minutes they're not going anywhere.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Chris Pine nor Zachary Quinto. This is a work of fiction and therefore probably didn't happen.
Summary: just a short Pinto PWP.
He keeps his hands up behind his head because that way it looks like it's his choice that they're there, while simultaneously giving Zach what Chris knows he wants.
Propped up against the headboard, atop too many pillows, legs splayed, wrists crossed at the back of his neck: Chris is going for casual and unbothered. It's a difficult appearance to maintain, though, with Zach kneeling right next to him, pumping his cock in a slow, steady rhythm. He's talking about something... work probably, but Chris lost track of the words a few minutes ago. Zach probably knows this. It's probably why he's been smirking through his impromptu soliloquy; he's not usually so chatty when Chris is in his bed, naked.
Chris rocks his hips up into the next downward stroke, keeps Zach's eye contact and smirks back. He's not quite sure what game they're playing here, but he's sure as hell not going to lose.
"...so we're most likely going to have to shoot it again tomorrow, which means an extra hour or so in make-up putting all that blood on."
"Mmm," is Chris' contribution to the conversation. He hopes Zach can't see how his hands have clenched themselves around each other. Zach looks down to where Chris' hips are thrusting shallowly into the channel of his fist: gentle little pulses that Chris can't really help, not if he's going to keep from touching like this.
Zach runs a finger across the rise of one hipbone. "So how was your day?"
"Fine." He could probably bitch for an hour about the meeting he had with his agent today, but Chris kind of wants to get to the sex part of this sometime soon.
"Yeah? You seem a little tense."
Chris laughs, subtly shifting down and planting one foot onto the mattress. "Well that tension you sense could be because my boyfriend's a damn tease." Zach looks back down and smiles, pleased. Chris knows Zach likes it when he uses the 'b' word.
Zach 'hmm's once, and then replaces his hand with his mouth and Chris is arching off the pillows, hands flying back to grab the headboard as Zach takes him all the way in.
"Fuck, Zach, fuck," is the best he can do for encouragement, but it works. Zach swallows around him and then starts to bob up and down, one hand holding Chris' hip while the other slides slowly up his thigh.
Chris spreads his legs further as soon as he feels Zach's fingers behind his balls because he's already gasping for it (loud, shallow pants that he knows Zach thrives off of) so really there's no point in maintaining any illusion of control.
Zach pets him, gently runs a thumb over his opening, and Chris' hips stutter between shoving up into a hot mouth and down onto a smooth finger.
"Zach," Chris keens, and it's not a warning but it gets Zach's attention anyway. He pulls off and Chris can't see him looking up Chris' body because his eyes are screwed shut, but he can practically feel it.
Eventually Zach shifts and Chris opens his eyes, relaxing back into the pillows though his arms still strain against his grip on the headboard. Zach's kind of gaping at him, kind of devouring him with his eyes as they sweep from his cock (thick and shining from Zach's mouth) up his chest to his arms, his lips (Chris licks at them unconsciously and Zach huffs out a little laugh).
"You're just," Zach starts, but he's leaning forward and whatever else he might have said is lost to Chris' mouth. Chris tilts his head back as Zach kneels up and over him, hands splayed against his ribs. He inhales sharply as Zach settles on his lap and before he knows it his hand have relocated to Zach's hips. He keeps them there, though, as Zach grinds into him, pulling and pushing to help this along. Not that it isn't great, but fuck, Chris can feel it coming and he wants it now.
Zach's mouth is on his neck, biting and licking, their chests and dicks pressed flush together. "Come on," he breathes in Chris' ear.
"It's not- I need something," Chris groans back, wrapping his arms around Zach's waist and burying his face against his shoulder.
"Think of last weekend," Zach murmurs, gripping the headboard and shoving down with the new found leverage. "When I tied you up and stuck that vibrator in your ass. And you went down on me until I was begging to let me fuck you. You look so good on your knees."
Chris' head falls back as he remembers: Zach's broken praises, straining against the ties at his wrists, shoving back, telling Zach it was good, yeah good, but just harder, please, fuck...
"Zach," he gasps and freezes, pulling their hips as close as he can manage. It makes it difficult for Zach to keep moving, but it's not long before he's coming too with an aborted groan and a bite to Chris' shoulder.
They relax eventually but it's several moments before Zach shifts and Chris rolls them gently onto their sides. And then his hands are all over Zach: sweeping up his back, down his legs (between his legs to make Zach grunt and shove forward a bit).
Zach pulls back enough for a kiss and it's slow and sweet. Chris is beginning to drop off, but Zach's smiling gently so he kisses him some more, until his eyes can't stay open.
"We should shower," Zach mumbles. His voice sounds like he's been screaming, but Chris is almost positive he didn't. Maybe next time. For now he tightens his grip around Zach's waist and hopes it's a good enough deterrent to keep from moving at all.
Zach sighs and nudges Chris' arm. He immediately starts the soft, sweeping circles across Zach's back again. Chris knows it isn't a concession to stay in bed, but for the next fifteen minutes they're not going anywhere.