Fic: Cuddle It Out (Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto)
Title: Cuddle It Out
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Zach is down and Chris knows just how to cheer him up
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 2339
“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Chris said cheerfully.
“Nothing. Just lying in bed,” Zach said.
“You’re still in bed? I know you like to sleep in but its 2 p.m.,” Chris said with a laugh. “Unless you’re not alone in bed which means it is acceptable to be in bed at 2 p.m. But if you’ve got someone there with you why are you answering your phone?”
Zach sighed heavily. “I’m alone. And I wouldn’t have answered but you’re a serial caller. You called me five times in a row. I wanted to make sure you weren’t trapped under a bus or something. You’re not, are you?”
“No,” Chris said.
“Good. Talk to you later.”
Chris didn’t even get out a perplexed, “Zach?” before the call was ended. He immediately hit the redial button on his iphone. After five rings Zach picked up. “That was rude.”
“Sorry. I’m just not in the mood to be social,” he said.
“Why not? Are you sick?”
“No,” Zach said.
“Then what’s up? You never dodge my calls. Are you still pissed that the guy at the bar the other night was more interested in me than you?” He said with a sly grin on his mouth. “He wasn’t that good looking and he didn’t know what the word aplomb meant.”
Zach laughed but it was a sad, going through the motions kind of laugh. “I’m not pissed. I wasn’t interested in that guy.”
“Me neither. So why do you sound like someone stole your puppy? Did someone steal Noah?” Chris asked.
“No. If you must know it’s the three and a half month anniversary of my break up with Todd,” he said.
Chris frowned. “Three and a half months?”
“Yes. One hundred and five days. It just hit me today. One hundred and five days of celibacy. One hundred and five days of no one to go to the movies with. One hundred and five days of no one to have quiet dinners with…”
“We go to the movies. We have dinner,” Chris said.
“That’s not the point. I’m thirty two. Do you know how old that is?”
“Yeah, about 3 years and change older than me,” Chris said.
“Exactly. You’re still in your twenties. You’ve got a whole other year before the bottom falls out,” Zach said, his voice dripping with melancholy.
“Your ass falls out when you hit thirty? Shit, why didn’t anyone ever tell me this before?”
“It’s not funny, Chris. I’m a spinster,” he said.
Chris laughed. “Now that is funny. You’re not a spinster.”
“You’re too young to understand,” he said. “I’m going to get off the phone, wallow in self pity. I’m shutting off the ringer so you can stop calling me back. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”
With that Zach hung up. “Rude,” Chris said. He grabbed his car keys off the table, shoved the phone into his pocket, and headed out the front door.
****
“Well, if this isn’t pathetic I don’t know what is,” Chris said, standing with his hands on his hips, looming over Zach who was in his bed, cover pulled all the way up to his chin with some really depressing music playing in the background. At least it wasn’t Everybody Hurts by R.E.M., Chris mused. He picked up the remote and shut the music off.
Zach jumped. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom!?”
Chris frowned. “I was worried. Thought I should come by and check on you.”
“How did you get into my house?”
“I stopped by Joe’s and explained the sorry state you were in. He gave me the key.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Zach said.
“You’d have to get out of bed for that,” Chris said, reaching for the blankets. Zach snatched them tightly to his chest.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Getting into bed with you, scoot over,” he said, tugging on the comforter again. Chris pulled the sheets back a little and kicked his shoes off.
“You freak, I’m only wearing my boxers under here,” Zach said, still clutching the comforter.
“Oh, sorry,” Chris said. He lifted his arms and pulled his blue t-shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?” Zach said, his eyes wide.
“Stripping down so we’re both half naked,” Chris said. He proceeded to do just that, getting down to a pair of briefs. Zach was too stunned to protest when Chris yanked the covers back and crawled beneath them, getting very close to Zach.
“Are you fucking insane?” Zach said.
“You’re depressed. We’re going to cuddle it out.”
“Cuddle it out?” Zach said, his mouth hanging open, still in a state of semi-shock at having his now half naked friend pressed against him.
Chris grinned. “I’ll have you know that not only am I an excellent hugger, my cuddling skills are also unparalleled. I can cuddle someone right out of a bad mood in about two minutes flat.”
Chris wrapped his arms and legs around Zach. He ran his fingers lightly down the warm skin of his friend’s back. He sunk the fingers of his other hand into Zach’s dark hair, lightly massaging his skull. Zach’s breathing was ragged and his heart was racing. “Shh,” Chris soothed.
Zach was stiff in Chris’ arms for a long stretch before he began to relax, began to let the warmth of Chris seep into his bones. “Feels nice,” he admitted.
“Told you,” Chris said, nuzzling his stubbly face against Zach’s neck. Chris felt Zach’s arms slide around his waist, could feel the tension completely dissipate as his friend’s heart rate slowed. He began to hum softly, a tune he wasn’t sure where he’d picked up. It was light and melodic and barely louder than a whisper.
Chris closed his eyes and let his fingers skate aimlessly against Zach’s back, tracing little patterns with his fingertips. Zach made a soft sound and pressed closer, causing a lazy smile to turn Chris’ mouth. “Feeling better?” he murmured.
“Sort of,” Zach said.
Chris leaned back a little so he could look at Zach’s face. “Sort of?” he said, incredulously. “Are you telling me you’re not a puddle of goo in my arms?”
Zach laughed softly. “I am. It feels good. But-it doesn’t change the facts.”
“Oh, come on, Zach. Todd was an idiot and you know it. When you broke up you said you were relieved because you knew you couldn’t spend your life with him,” he said.
“I know. It wasn’t a great relationship. And he wasn’t the love of my life or anything like that. But at least I had someone. I hate being alone.”
“You’re not alone now,” Chris said.
Zach smiled. “You’re a good friend, Chris. I’m sorry I was rude on the phone. And it means a lot to me that you came over here and wanted to make me feel better.”
Chris frowned. “But it hasn’t really worked. Okay. What else can I do?”
Zach shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“How about we go out and get some ice cream?”
“I’m not five, Chris.”
“Okay, okay. No ice cream. Although you’re missing out because I was going to take you to Cold Stone,” he said. Chris scrunched his face up as he tried to come up with other things to cheer Zach up. “We could go shoe shopping.” Zach shook his head. “No shoe shopping. This is serious. How about a run? Exercise gets those endorphins going, works for me when I’m down.”
“I don’t want to move,” Zach said.
“You don’t want to move,” Chris said. “No ice cream. No shoe shopping. No exercise. Okay,” he drew out the last word. “God, Zach, you just have to get over it. It’s Todd’s loss. And my gain.”
“How do you figure?”
“Wherever he is, he’s not here, in bed with you. And that makes him a fool. I’m the one doing the naked cuddling with you. Bitch wishes he were me”
Zach chuckled. “Half naked.”
“Same difference.”
“Hardly,” he said.
“Point taken,” Chris said and brought his hand against Zach’s face. He let his fingertips slide softly against his cheek. “There’s gotta be something I could do to cheer you up…”
Zach swallowed. “There might be something…”
Chris let his lips brush ever so lightly against Zach’s. “How about I let you make love to me?” he rasped.
“Yeah, that’d do it,” Zach murmured and took the initiative to roll their bodies so that Chris was beneath him. He straddled Chris and kissed him. Zach’s mouth was warm and soft. There was a note of tender caution. The latter quickly evaporated as Chris stroked his fingers against Zach’s neck and parted his mouth, yielding to his friend. Their tongues touched lightly, tasting, teasing for the first time.
Zach pulled back, sucking on Chris’ lower lip before parting fully. Zach’s fingers slid against the prickly hair on Chris’ face. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he half-whispered.
A lazy smile curled Chris’ mouth. He reached for Zach again and wrapped his fingers behind his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was electric, vibrating with passion. Zach’s tongue pushed passed Chris’ teeth and explored his mouth in earnest now. He lifted his body a little and slipped out of his boxers. He reached between them and worked to drag Chris’ briefs down his body. When they were discarded he pressed against Chris, fingers moving along his hip, caressing his skin, grinding his cock down against Chris’.
A moan escaped Chris’ throat. He scraped his fingernails down Zach’s back. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathed.
Zach looked down at him now. “How long?” he asked, chest heaving.
“First time I saw you. You smiled at me from across a room filled with people and I couldn’t remember my own name,” Chris said.
“You never said anything,” Zach said.
“Was waiting for the right time,” he said.
“No time like the present,” Zach said, dropping kisses along Chris’ jaw, down over his throat.
Chris couldn’t stop himself from touching every centimeter of Zach that he could get his fingers on. He bucked beneath Zach, eager for more friction as their cocks rubbed together. Zach lifted off of him a bit and he moaned in protest.
Zach kissed him to silence the moan. Chris heard a drawer open and saw Zach squeezing lube onto his fingers. Chris shifted his body and opened his legs for Zach. “God,” Chris sighed as Zach slid a finger inside his body. Zach’s touches were deft and certain as he took his time stretching Chris.
Zach had three fingers deep inside him and curled them, causing pleasure to crackle through Chris’ body. “You ready for me?” Zach purred in Chris’ ear, his hot breath making Chris’ shiver.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, wrapping his legs around Zach’s waist.
Zach let their mouths touch, just a soft, tender caress of lips to lips as he drew his fingers out of Chris’ body. Chris heard the crinkling of foil and the pop of plastic before feeling Zach’s cock nudging his entrance. “Like this?” Zach said. “This is what you want?”
“Fucking tease,” Chris complained, digging his fingers into Zach’s sides as he arched his back and lifted his hips, urging Zach forward.
Zach claimed Chris’ mouth in a wild kiss as he thrust inside Chris’ willing body. “Holy fuck,” Zach moaned.
Chris’ head fell back against the pillows, his shoulders curled off the bed. His breath hitched and he screwed his eyes shut as want and need curled in his belly. He felt Zach’s mouth and tongue against his throat and held onto Zach’s arms. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed.
“Gonna feel better,” Zach hissed into his ear and rocked his hips. Chris gasped and tightened his legs around the other man, falling into an easy rhythm with Zach.
Chris could feel Zach everywhere, from the tips of his ears to his toes. Ecstasy lashed through his frame like a whip being snapped over and over. Zach’s mouth worried the skin of his shoulder and Chris knew he’d leave a mark. He squeezed his muscles around Zach’s cock and Zach groaned, slamming harder into Chris.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds before Zach rested his forehead against Chris’ and changed the angle of his thrusts. Chris let out a keening moan in response, the pace quickening, becoming frantic. Chris groped for Zach’s hand and found it, bringing it between his thighs. Their fingers twined as they worked together, pumping Chris’ cock, closing and opening rhythmically around his pulsing flesh. Zach took control and guided the pace, his fist jerking and tugging on Chris as he crashed into him several more times.
A deep growl came from Chris as he found his release, body trembling, legs sliding weakly from Zach’s waist. Zach continued to drive into him, his movements erratic. He came hard, screaming Chris’ name and then falling in a heap against Chris.
Chris could feel the jackhammering of Zach’s heart as it beat against his own. His fingers danced lightly down Zach’s back, his lips kissed softly against Zach’s throat. “Feeling better now?” he asked breathily.
Zach managed to lift his head. “You were right. Your cuddling skills are unmatched,” he said, his eyes glinting as sunlight splashed through the window and bathed them both in its warmth.
They kissed again. “Glad I could help,” Chris said.
“I have to wonder though; does everyone get full service cuddling? Or just me?”
“Just you. I’m no cuddle whore,” Chris winked. He reached out and ran his thumb against Zach’s lower lip.
Zach was studying his face, looking deeply into his eyes. “So was this just a one time pick me up or…”
Chris swallowed, his stomach flip-flopping. “Or,” he breathed, his blue eyes catching the sunlight.
There was a stretch of quiet. Zach found Chris’ hand, laced their fingers together, and smiled. “Or is my new favorite word in the English language,” he breathed and joined their mouths again.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Zach is down and Chris knows just how to cheer him up
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 2339
“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Chris said cheerfully.
“Nothing. Just lying in bed,” Zach said.
“You’re still in bed? I know you like to sleep in but its 2 p.m.,” Chris said with a laugh. “Unless you’re not alone in bed which means it is acceptable to be in bed at 2 p.m. But if you’ve got someone there with you why are you answering your phone?”
Zach sighed heavily. “I’m alone. And I wouldn’t have answered but you’re a serial caller. You called me five times in a row. I wanted to make sure you weren’t trapped under a bus or something. You’re not, are you?”
“No,” Chris said.
“Good. Talk to you later.”
Chris didn’t even get out a perplexed, “Zach?” before the call was ended. He immediately hit the redial button on his iphone. After five rings Zach picked up. “That was rude.”
“Sorry. I’m just not in the mood to be social,” he said.
“Why not? Are you sick?”
“No,” Zach said.
“Then what’s up? You never dodge my calls. Are you still pissed that the guy at the bar the other night was more interested in me than you?” He said with a sly grin on his mouth. “He wasn’t that good looking and he didn’t know what the word aplomb meant.”
Zach laughed but it was a sad, going through the motions kind of laugh. “I’m not pissed. I wasn’t interested in that guy.”
“Me neither. So why do you sound like someone stole your puppy? Did someone steal Noah?” Chris asked.
“No. If you must know it’s the three and a half month anniversary of my break up with Todd,” he said.
Chris frowned. “Three and a half months?”
“Yes. One hundred and five days. It just hit me today. One hundred and five days of celibacy. One hundred and five days of no one to go to the movies with. One hundred and five days of no one to have quiet dinners with…”
“We go to the movies. We have dinner,” Chris said.
“That’s not the point. I’m thirty two. Do you know how old that is?”
“Yeah, about 3 years and change older than me,” Chris said.
“Exactly. You’re still in your twenties. You’ve got a whole other year before the bottom falls out,” Zach said, his voice dripping with melancholy.
“Your ass falls out when you hit thirty? Shit, why didn’t anyone ever tell me this before?”
“It’s not funny, Chris. I’m a spinster,” he said.
Chris laughed. “Now that is funny. You’re not a spinster.”
“You’re too young to understand,” he said. “I’m going to get off the phone, wallow in self pity. I’m shutting off the ringer so you can stop calling me back. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”
With that Zach hung up. “Rude,” Chris said. He grabbed his car keys off the table, shoved the phone into his pocket, and headed out the front door.
****
“Well, if this isn’t pathetic I don’t know what is,” Chris said, standing with his hands on his hips, looming over Zach who was in his bed, cover pulled all the way up to his chin with some really depressing music playing in the background. At least it wasn’t Everybody Hurts by R.E.M., Chris mused. He picked up the remote and shut the music off.
Zach jumped. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom!?”
Chris frowned. “I was worried. Thought I should come by and check on you.”
“How did you get into my house?”
“I stopped by Joe’s and explained the sorry state you were in. He gave me the key.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Zach said.
“You’d have to get out of bed for that,” Chris said, reaching for the blankets. Zach snatched them tightly to his chest.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Getting into bed with you, scoot over,” he said, tugging on the comforter again. Chris pulled the sheets back a little and kicked his shoes off.
“You freak, I’m only wearing my boxers under here,” Zach said, still clutching the comforter.
“Oh, sorry,” Chris said. He lifted his arms and pulled his blue t-shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?” Zach said, his eyes wide.
“Stripping down so we’re both half naked,” Chris said. He proceeded to do just that, getting down to a pair of briefs. Zach was too stunned to protest when Chris yanked the covers back and crawled beneath them, getting very close to Zach.
“Are you fucking insane?” Zach said.
“You’re depressed. We’re going to cuddle it out.”
“Cuddle it out?” Zach said, his mouth hanging open, still in a state of semi-shock at having his now half naked friend pressed against him.
Chris grinned. “I’ll have you know that not only am I an excellent hugger, my cuddling skills are also unparalleled. I can cuddle someone right out of a bad mood in about two minutes flat.”
Chris wrapped his arms and legs around Zach. He ran his fingers lightly down the warm skin of his friend’s back. He sunk the fingers of his other hand into Zach’s dark hair, lightly massaging his skull. Zach’s breathing was ragged and his heart was racing. “Shh,” Chris soothed.
Zach was stiff in Chris’ arms for a long stretch before he began to relax, began to let the warmth of Chris seep into his bones. “Feels nice,” he admitted.
“Told you,” Chris said, nuzzling his stubbly face against Zach’s neck. Chris felt Zach’s arms slide around his waist, could feel the tension completely dissipate as his friend’s heart rate slowed. He began to hum softly, a tune he wasn’t sure where he’d picked up. It was light and melodic and barely louder than a whisper.
Chris closed his eyes and let his fingers skate aimlessly against Zach’s back, tracing little patterns with his fingertips. Zach made a soft sound and pressed closer, causing a lazy smile to turn Chris’ mouth. “Feeling better?” he murmured.
“Sort of,” Zach said.
Chris leaned back a little so he could look at Zach’s face. “Sort of?” he said, incredulously. “Are you telling me you’re not a puddle of goo in my arms?”
Zach laughed softly. “I am. It feels good. But-it doesn’t change the facts.”
“Oh, come on, Zach. Todd was an idiot and you know it. When you broke up you said you were relieved because you knew you couldn’t spend your life with him,” he said.
“I know. It wasn’t a great relationship. And he wasn’t the love of my life or anything like that. But at least I had someone. I hate being alone.”
“You’re not alone now,” Chris said.
Zach smiled. “You’re a good friend, Chris. I’m sorry I was rude on the phone. And it means a lot to me that you came over here and wanted to make me feel better.”
Chris frowned. “But it hasn’t really worked. Okay. What else can I do?”
Zach shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“How about we go out and get some ice cream?”
“I’m not five, Chris.”
“Okay, okay. No ice cream. Although you’re missing out because I was going to take you to Cold Stone,” he said. Chris scrunched his face up as he tried to come up with other things to cheer Zach up. “We could go shoe shopping.” Zach shook his head. “No shoe shopping. This is serious. How about a run? Exercise gets those endorphins going, works for me when I’m down.”
“I don’t want to move,” Zach said.
“You don’t want to move,” Chris said. “No ice cream. No shoe shopping. No exercise. Okay,” he drew out the last word. “God, Zach, you just have to get over it. It’s Todd’s loss. And my gain.”
“How do you figure?”
“Wherever he is, he’s not here, in bed with you. And that makes him a fool. I’m the one doing the naked cuddling with you. Bitch wishes he were me”
Zach chuckled. “Half naked.”
“Same difference.”
“Hardly,” he said.
“Point taken,” Chris said and brought his hand against Zach’s face. He let his fingertips slide softly against his cheek. “There’s gotta be something I could do to cheer you up…”
Zach swallowed. “There might be something…”
Chris let his lips brush ever so lightly against Zach’s. “How about I let you make love to me?” he rasped.
“Yeah, that’d do it,” Zach murmured and took the initiative to roll their bodies so that Chris was beneath him. He straddled Chris and kissed him. Zach’s mouth was warm and soft. There was a note of tender caution. The latter quickly evaporated as Chris stroked his fingers against Zach’s neck and parted his mouth, yielding to his friend. Their tongues touched lightly, tasting, teasing for the first time.
Zach pulled back, sucking on Chris’ lower lip before parting fully. Zach’s fingers slid against the prickly hair on Chris’ face. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he half-whispered.
A lazy smile curled Chris’ mouth. He reached for Zach again and wrapped his fingers behind his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was electric, vibrating with passion. Zach’s tongue pushed passed Chris’ teeth and explored his mouth in earnest now. He lifted his body a little and slipped out of his boxers. He reached between them and worked to drag Chris’ briefs down his body. When they were discarded he pressed against Chris, fingers moving along his hip, caressing his skin, grinding his cock down against Chris’.
A moan escaped Chris’ throat. He scraped his fingernails down Zach’s back. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathed.
Zach looked down at him now. “How long?” he asked, chest heaving.
“First time I saw you. You smiled at me from across a room filled with people and I couldn’t remember my own name,” Chris said.
“You never said anything,” Zach said.
“Was waiting for the right time,” he said.
“No time like the present,” Zach said, dropping kisses along Chris’ jaw, down over his throat.
Chris couldn’t stop himself from touching every centimeter of Zach that he could get his fingers on. He bucked beneath Zach, eager for more friction as their cocks rubbed together. Zach lifted off of him a bit and he moaned in protest.
Zach kissed him to silence the moan. Chris heard a drawer open and saw Zach squeezing lube onto his fingers. Chris shifted his body and opened his legs for Zach. “God,” Chris sighed as Zach slid a finger inside his body. Zach’s touches were deft and certain as he took his time stretching Chris.
Zach had three fingers deep inside him and curled them, causing pleasure to crackle through Chris’ body. “You ready for me?” Zach purred in Chris’ ear, his hot breath making Chris’ shiver.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, wrapping his legs around Zach’s waist.
Zach let their mouths touch, just a soft, tender caress of lips to lips as he drew his fingers out of Chris’ body. Chris heard the crinkling of foil and the pop of plastic before feeling Zach’s cock nudging his entrance. “Like this?” Zach said. “This is what you want?”
“Fucking tease,” Chris complained, digging his fingers into Zach’s sides as he arched his back and lifted his hips, urging Zach forward.
Zach claimed Chris’ mouth in a wild kiss as he thrust inside Chris’ willing body. “Holy fuck,” Zach moaned.
Chris’ head fell back against the pillows, his shoulders curled off the bed. His breath hitched and he screwed his eyes shut as want and need curled in his belly. He felt Zach’s mouth and tongue against his throat and held onto Zach’s arms. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed.
“Gonna feel better,” Zach hissed into his ear and rocked his hips. Chris gasped and tightened his legs around the other man, falling into an easy rhythm with Zach.
Chris could feel Zach everywhere, from the tips of his ears to his toes. Ecstasy lashed through his frame like a whip being snapped over and over. Zach’s mouth worried the skin of his shoulder and Chris knew he’d leave a mark. He squeezed his muscles around Zach’s cock and Zach groaned, slamming harder into Chris.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds before Zach rested his forehead against Chris’ and changed the angle of his thrusts. Chris let out a keening moan in response, the pace quickening, becoming frantic. Chris groped for Zach’s hand and found it, bringing it between his thighs. Their fingers twined as they worked together, pumping Chris’ cock, closing and opening rhythmically around his pulsing flesh. Zach took control and guided the pace, his fist jerking and tugging on Chris as he crashed into him several more times.
A deep growl came from Chris as he found his release, body trembling, legs sliding weakly from Zach’s waist. Zach continued to drive into him, his movements erratic. He came hard, screaming Chris’ name and then falling in a heap against Chris.
Chris could feel the jackhammering of Zach’s heart as it beat against his own. His fingers danced lightly down Zach’s back, his lips kissed softly against Zach’s throat. “Feeling better now?” he asked breathily.
Zach managed to lift his head. “You were right. Your cuddling skills are unmatched,” he said, his eyes glinting as sunlight splashed through the window and bathed them both in its warmth.
They kissed again. “Glad I could help,” Chris said.
“I have to wonder though; does everyone get full service cuddling? Or just me?”
“Just you. I’m no cuddle whore,” Chris winked. He reached out and ran his thumb against Zach’s lower lip.
Zach was studying his face, looking deeply into his eyes. “So was this just a one time pick me up or…”
Chris swallowed, his stomach flip-flopping. “Or,” he breathed, his blue eyes catching the sunlight.
There was a stretch of quiet. Zach found Chris’ hand, laced their fingers together, and smiled. “Or is my new favorite word in the English language,” he breathed and joined their mouths again.
~fin~