Fic: The Trials and Errors of Chris Pine: A modern day Casanova
So I have been sitting on this for a few days and it is distracting me, as instead of working on my dissertation like I am supposed to I keep opening the document and just changing a sentence or two, here and there and it was getting a bit silly. So I am posting it now.
Chris/Zach; The Trials and Errors of Chris Pine: A modern day Casanova; NC-17; ~7000 words
Summary: “Where did you even find this? We are not watching porn, no way.”
Warnings: hints of d/s, introspection, bad puns
A/N: So I wanted to write a fic where Chris seduces Zach with porn and it sort of grew from there, this is the longest and the porniest thing I have ever written. Many thanks to
aurora_84 for the kind words and the beta.
Chris Pine is comfortable with his sexuality, so, when he hears through the grapevine that Zach is gay, it doesn’t affect any change in his behavior; they hang out all the time and Chris is easily affectionate, touching Zach to get his attention and hugging him goodbye like he used to.
Okay, that is not entirely true, his behavior does change a little; he would think about what he is wearing a bit more and he starts to wear cologne all the time and other such ridiculous things which he doesn’t even notice until Zoe literally sniffs him out.
They tend to meet at the lobby of whatever hotel they are staying at before going for dinner and one evening during the press tour, fuck him if he can even remember which country they are in, Chris goes down a little early and only Zoe is there. She is sitting in a plush chair and leafing through a fashion magazine. When he nears, she glances up distractedly, but stops half way through her nod to look at him properly.
“Hey, why so dressed up? We are only going for a quick bite, everyone is too tired for bars tonight.”
Chris only shrugs in reply, lacking a real answer. So what if he wanted to wear a shirt, it’s no big deal.
Zoe seems unimpressed at his lack of response “Did you shower in cologne, by any chance?” she adds, actually scrunching her nose as she sniffs the air.
“Like, you can talk,” Chris scoffs, there is nothing wrong with smelling nice, some men always wear cologne, and Zach told him once he liked the smell, so it can’t be that overpowering.
Before she can reply the others start filtering in and soon they are heading off to dinner. Chris vaguely remembers eating pasta, but in all honesty that evening is mostly indistinguishable from many others like it. The only thing Chris does remember clearly is sitting very near Zach and Zach’s laughter in his ear and leaning in close to tell him something which is when Zoe catches his eye. Her beautiful face is creased into a frown and he looks away laughing louder, hoping she lets it go. She doesn’t, she looks at him strangely all evening and then when they get back, she follows him to his hotel room.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She is standing very close, and what she lacks in height, she makes up for in overall presence, Chris feels suitably chastised, though he is not even sure what for.
She seems to take his stunned silence as some kind of surrender and carries on. “Just don’t start something you can’t finish,” and in a cloud of perfume she is gone.
It takes Chris entirely too long to put the card key into its slot, because he may pretend he has no idea what she is talking about, ad he is yet to fully admit it to himself, but he knows.
The hotel room is large and empty and alien, save for the pile of clothes he quickly slips out of and dumps into a messy pile, stupidly feeling like it will make the soulless room feel more like it is his.
He heads immediately for the shower, and makes the water deliberately scalding and stays under the sprays until it hurts, before lowering the temperature a little. He doesn’t exactly plan on this, but his hands find their way to his already interested cock and he starts stroking leisurely, for the first time allowing himself to think of Zach, though the images come unbidden and powerful, he doubts he can will them away if he tries.
Chris leans against the wall, shivering at the touch of the cool tiles against his overheated back and widens his legs, giving his dick a more meaningful squeeze; he has been half hard most of the night, from Zach’s proximity and the sound of his contagious laugh resonating through Chris’s whole body and now the mere memory of the press of Zach’s knee against his is enough to make him shiver with want. Fuck. Chris closes his mind and bites his lips to cover the moans as he imagines Zach’s hands teasing up his inner thighs and circling his cock and then slowly, with precision finding its target. He squeezes himself harder and ups the pace, it isn’t going to take very long.
“Let me do this,” Zach would say all breathless and hard and close to Chris’s ear, blowing hot air and making him shiver. And then he would go down on his knees and pry Chris’s hand away and take his cock into his mouth, all of it, and the image is powerful enough to bring Chris to the edge. Zach would look up then, his eyes wide, as he lets Chris fuck his pretty mouth until he comes with a shiver and a muffled scream.
Chris is grateful for the support of the wall as he watches the water wash away the come alongside the last remains of his denial. He feels strangely content. He can’t say he’s never given the idea any thought, but it tends to be when he is drunk and a hot guy makes a pass an him and a brief ‘why not’ crosses his mind before an overly considerate friend takes him home or after he has broken up with a girl over some stupid misunderstanding and he think that surely it will be easier with a guy. There would be more sex and no one would scold him about leaving his “damn coffee cups all over my antiques, Christopher” and they would watch porn in bed over Chinese takeaway and it would rock.
So yeah, he’d considered it before, but only in a completely unrealistic sort of way and never in all seriousness. And then he met Zach and all his preconceived notions flew out of the window, because Zach is Zach and completely unapologetic about himself and one day Chris finds himself more than a little infatuated.
It isn’t love at first sight or anything silly like that. In fact it takes Chris way too long to realize that how he feels is really not that normal, though he feels asinine about his obliviousness now he knows (in retrospect it is so damn obvious he is surprised the entire world isn’t aware.)
First of all he touches Zach a lot, nothing technically inappropriate, not when you are in a platonic bromance or whatever the press chooses to call it today, but yeah there is a lot of touching and disregard for personal space. Chris would lean close, so close to whisper in Zach’s ear and touch his pinky (just the tiniest of brief contacts) to Zach’s on the red carpet when the sounds and the lights get too bright or too loud and it will be enough to ground him, to make his smile a little more genuine.
So then, touching is one, but it’s more that the physical act that is important, because friendly touches between friends are not unusual, Chris has always done it and it wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the accompanying feelings. Chris would need to touch Zach, it wouldn’t be casual and done without thought, but like Zach is giant magnet and Chris is made of nothing but tiny iron chips helplessly straining to cover every inch of Zach’s body. And that feeling is probably what makes him a little less straight than he thought, though if he is perfectly honest with himself this latent bisexuality is hardly new, suppressed and never really acknowledged perhaps, but hardly new. Only, it takes Zach for it to blossom and there are more stupid and inappropriate metaphors involving sun and sunflowers but he has to stop that mode of thought right now.
Fuck.
Not straight then, because after the touching come the dreams. Chris researched it and apparently gay dreams don’t mean you are gay, which is cold comfort because he is pretty fucking sure that recurring erotic dreams about fucking Zachary Quinto don’t need an expert to interpret them. Not when he wakes up with come all over his sheets and an ache, low in his belly, forms at the sight of his empty bed and doesn’t quite disappear until his second cup of coffee.
There is also the fact that Chris talks about Zach to others, a lot. Even when he was still with Beau he would tell her about something funny that happened on set and they would always be Zach centered moments. It was even a subject of their one and only screaming fight, “If Zach is so wonderful, why aren’t you fucking him?” She’d shouted and he laughed at the time (very much not the right reaction), because she couldn’t be more wrong. Zach is awesome and Chris loves being his friend, he wants to impress him, to get to know him even better. Independently of this he is comfortable enough in his sexuality to notice that Zach is an attractive man. It doesn’t mean that he wants to see him naked, does it? That evening he even spends an illuminating half hour realizing that the internet really is for porn, but there are some things out there he isn’t ready to see, good god, how is this even physically possible and then concludes that no, still straight.
Then one morning after they go jogging they both go over to Zach’s house and in an appropriately cinematic moment he sees Zach come out of the shower, a small white towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist, tiny droplets of water still adorning his chest and fucking glistening, glistening in the sunlight. Jesus Christ. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Okay, time to reevaluate things, maybe he wouldn’t mind seeing Zach naked. But even after this realization is made, he still is not sure. Would he want to be in a relationship with a man? Fucking is one thing, but holding hands on the street, choosing china patterns, could he do that with a guy. (Shut up Pine, a voce says, you didn’t do these things with a woman) but then he realizes, that is Zach and they are practically in a relationship anyway, sex would just be an added bonus.
There are other things too, but he gives up with the mental list, his journey to self realization doesn’t really matter, because the destination is rather more important. He tries to suppress it for the remainder of the press tour, but as soon as it is all finally over (he loves every second of it, but damnit if he is not exhausted) he decides that operation seduce Zach is on.
He starts with a ‘to do’ list, Zach’s name is the first thing on it, (horrific pun totally intended), but before he can formulate his plan he goes to the library for help. He gets some questioning looks from Tracey but she is used to his visits by now and says nothing of his new reading materials, nonetheless he isn’t stupid and so he shrugs and smiles at her, his hundred watts Hollywood smile, and tells her “For a role”.
Chris then takes his pile of books which range from gay sex tips to queer theory home and settles in for an educational afternoon. He feels a giddy feeling bubble up inside him as he opens up the first book (sex tips, because if he is going to do this, he is gong to do it right) because he adores books and to be fair he is not sure if he has reached the stage where he can handle google images again.
He tries to follow the gay dating advice that he reads, it is pretty straight forward and not at all different to what he is used to doing with girls, all that needing to be yourself crap, lots of eye contact and smiling and listening to the other person and spending time with them and asking them out for dinner and drinks and all the things that he already does with Zach, so of course none of it works. It is difficult to ask Zach out without telling him something akin to: ‘me, you, sex now?’ And he is afraid that wouldn’t work and it isn’t what he wants to say anyway. But they do spend more time together, Chris calls it their date night in all seriousness though Zach only laughs and throws long and puzzled looks his way when he thinks Chris isn’t looking.
He makes Zach take him to a gay club one time, because that is new, something they hadn’t done before and Zach is very against the idea until Chris pushes and pushes and Zach agrees with a strange twist to his lips and it is disastrous.
Chris has been to gay clubs before, but not since his newly minted sexuality and it is an eye opening experience. Not just Zach-sexual then, very much bisexual. Which is nice in a way, because if you can put a label on it, at least he knows what to tell people. Not that he has told anyone yet apart from Zoe when she cornered him the second time and treated bodily harm. When she eventually believed him, she was very nice about it.
But anyway, he is getting drunk and digressing, the music in the club is very loud and there are bright rotating spotlights and there is an awful lot of grinding. He loses Zach while he tries to get them drinks and when he finds him, Zach is talking to a tall guy who is wearing a shiny tank top and standing entirely too close. Chris gets there before his brain can catch up with his feet and he is aware he is acting obnoxious, but this is his chance damnit and he is not having Zach go off with someone else. He puts a proprietary arm over Zach’s shoulders, hands him a drink with an umbrella and looks very pointedly at the guy until he shrugs and leaves.
Zach pushes Chris’s arm away, making him spill his drink, and glares. And Chris has never before been on the receiving end of the trademark Quinto glare and it is a terrifying experience. If he was less drunk he might have apologized, but his feathers are rather ruffled and he stubbornly stares back.
“What the hell dude, the gay thing is going to be a problem, now?” Zach snaps at him.
“What, no, that’s not what…”
Zach doesn’t let him finish, isn’t really listening. “I knew this was going to be a bad idea, but you had to force it. You were shockingly rude, you do realize?”
“I am sorry I interrupted,” Chris says, not sounding sorry in the least. “Were you going to fuck in the bathroom?” Chris then asks with a smirk because sometimes he doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.
Zach stops mid-sentence and when he looks at Chris, his eyes are more hurt then angry, “Because that is what all the promiscuous gays do? Fuck you man!” And he is gone.
Chris goes to follow him, but the crowd is too thick and as soon as he loses sight of Zach he deflates, Shit. Fuck. Cunt. This is exactly not how he wanted this night to proceed. He ends up drinking more and grinding against a big man with tattoos for about five minutes before he actually looks back and holy shit, that is one hell of a moustache. He extricates himself from the guy’s hands as politely as possible and gets a cab home feeling more like shit the soberer he gets.
Zach doesn’t speak to him for a week, and so Chris returns all the useless library books and starts a new plan, seducing le Quinto, two point zero, the Chris Pine version, he calls it.
He is about to call Zoe to tell her all about it before he realizes that it is six am and that the last time they talked about this she had told him in no uncertain terms “To either man up and make a move or shut the hell up or she will beat him with a stick” so he puts his cell down and after drinking about a gallon of water goes back to sleep.
He dreams of heroes and villains in black and white with splashes of red blood (no more falling asleep during Sin City).
He decides to put his plan into action soon after during their pretty much weekly movie night, when things have settled down after the total gay club failure. They are in Zach’s house, because his TV is better but Chris comes prepared.
It is his turn to chose a movie so Chris puts his can of beer down (on a coaster, because Zach is more anal about that, than any of his ex-girlfriends) and needlessly starts to ruffle through Zach’s extensive dvd collection, what he discovers makes him laugh, how apt.
“You are so old school man, who buys their porn these days?” Chris calls out, when his laughter subsides.
Zach is in the kitchen putting popcorn into bowls for their very manly movie night, so his reply “Why are you even looking?” sounds rather muffled, but it makes Chris smile; he notices the Princess Diaries 2 as well but doesn’t make a comment about it, saving it for a more opportune moment.
“Just curious.” He calls out eventually.
“And has your curiosity been satisfied?” Zach’s reply is clipped and much closer than the previous one and when Chris turns around Zach needs to look up to meet his eyes and appears to be actually a little breathless.
“Dude, were you just checking out my ass?” Chris is absolutely delighted by the discovery, and winks lasciviously or at least would have if Zach hadn’t thrown a pillow right at his head which Chris catches and hugs against his chest, his grin like the Cheshire cat, because Zach is so rarely flustered, that he can’t help but milk the moment. (Chris is a genius and his plan is so going to work.)
“Fuck off Pine, I was just wondering how is it physically possible for you to bend down with jeans that tight, and your ass just happened to be in the way.”
Chris throws the pillow back, it bounces harmlessly off of Zach’s shoulder before sadly falling on the floor and earns him a raised eyebrow, which makes a childish part of him want to protest that he wasn’t the one to initiate this pillow throwing business in the first place.
“Whatever man, look who is talking, Mr. I get my pants custom made.”
“Anyway, what did you end up choosing?” Zach swiftly changes the subject (Pine 1; Quinto 0) and plops himself on the couch, as close to its far side as possible.
Chris frowns a little at that but his smile is firmly back on his face when he brandishes his secret weapon and it widens further at the sight of Zach’s lips forming a perfect ‘O’. Zach shakes his head rather emphatically as he speaks “Where did you even find this? We are not watching porn, no way.”
“Star Trek porn, you mean? What’s the big deal, I did say I had it on my netflix.”
“Well, yeah, but you were kidding, and this is a brand new unopened dvd.”
“Come on Zach, have you ever known me to kid when it comes to porn? I had to buy it, but thought it would be weird to watch it alone,”
“Weird? Alone? How would this be any less weird?” Zach frowns and folds his arms across his chest.
“You have a popcorn maker,” Chris says at long last.
Zach speaks slowly, as if the words don’t feel quite right. “So, you want to watch porn and eat popcorn?”
“I also have beer, but yeah, sounds like a Friday night.”
“It’s Tuesday afternoon.”
“Exactly,” Chris says triumphantly while Zach takes the DVD from him with a longsuffering sigh and reads the blurb, when he is done a long line has formed between his brows, when he speaks Chris thinks his plan is all set.
“Gay porn, this is gay porn, you want us to watch gay porn together?” He sounds weak, which makes Chris touch him on the arm, in what he hopes is a comforting move, though Zach jerks away as if he is burned which hurts a little, but Chris ignores it and carries on.
“Well, there are very few women on the Enterprise, so it makes sense really, although porn Uhura is rather hot.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Zach says and Chris thinks Zach is this close to putting his hands over his ears and going ‘la, la, la’ which is a hilarious image.
“Come on man, I know you are not a prude, remember that time in Russia!”
“Well forgive me for not being used to watching gay porn with my straight friends,” Zach hastily interrupts before Chris finishes that particular sentence, and Chris gets him back by being deliberately obtuse.
“So, you do watch it with your gay ones?” Zach’s glare is rather evocative and Chris nods again. “I hear you, porn is a solitary activity. But don’t mind me, if you feel like spanking the monkey, choking the chicken, bashing the--”
“Christ, shut the hell up!” Zach is now laughing and Chris grins back.
“All right, all right, and you can even call me Chris!”
Zach only shakes his head again at that, but he says, “Okay, fine, you can be such a freak Pine, and I really should learn to say no to you.”
“Excellent, are you going to put it in, or should I?” Chris asks with his most innocent voice, managing not to laugh even when Zach chokes in response.
“The DVD?” He clarifies with a smile.
Zach gives him a long unimpressed look and gets up to insert the disk into the DVD player, he sits a little closer than before when he returns.
They press play and Chris immediately starts to snigger, he tries not to, but seriously “Coming boldly! Coming?” is just really bad.
At the sight of him laughing Zach visibly relaxes and allows himself a small grin. “I guess this can be a somewhat entertaining experience if we treat it as such,” he allows.
And okay, he can’t exactly fault the set, because no set can possibly be worse than the original and the costumes are passable, but the actors are all kinds of wrong. And the plot it completely nonsensical.
“That’s really not the point,” Zach counters. And he is right, of course, but as an Actor Chris feels a little ashamed. There is fairly good porn, and there is bad porn which is also kind of hot and then there is this, which is just embarrassing. On many levels. He finds himself thinking, Kirk would never say that, never. And some of his thoughts are echoed by Zach.
“Are my eyes deceiving me or did Spock really just whistle to himself?”
They laugh at the ridiculousness of both the ‘plot’ and the porn and they watch Bones fuck Chekov in the captain’s chair and Sulu get doubly penetrated by Scotty and a red shirt in the broken turbo-lift without a hint of awkwardness and a never-ending supply of snarky comments.
So it all goes well until Kirk and Spock are stuck on a deserted planet, ‘Spock’ goes into Pon Farr and Kirk is the only one there to help him. Of course. And suddenly it doesn’t matter that ‘Spock’s’ ears look plastic and his real eyebrows are visible under the make up or that ‘Kirk’ is balding, because they are kissing and it is Kirk and Spock and Chris no longer sees the actors, he sees himself and Zach on set and heat floods his body and Chris shifts a little, feeling at once embarrassed and turned on.
He swallows and gets a handful of popcorn, and chews loudly, carefully looking at the screen and not at Zach. It is the longest they’ve gone without laughing or talking since the beginning of the movie and as Kirk and Spock get naked and proceed to fuck like bunnies the silence continues to stretch, the over exaggerated on-screen moaning and the crunch, crunch, crunch of popcorn the only sounds in the room. When Kirk comes on Spock’s face and the scene changes Chris lets out a breath he hasn’t noticed he is holding, his skin feels too tight for him and the ghost of a thumb on his leg makes him shiver and almost gasp, but when he looks, there is nothing there.
Chris finally glances sideways at Zach, with the pretext of offering him the bowl of popcorn. Zach is hugging the pillow, which covers his groin area rather strategically, making Chris wish he hadn’t thrown it, and shakes his head.
Damn this, his plan isn’t going as smoothly as he’s planned, the moment is more charged with awkwardness then sexiness and Chris feels hot and bothered for entirely the wrong reasons as the movie ends and the music is as bad as in every other porno flick ever and the silence between them is heavy.
Chris swallows, he hopes inaudibly, and cranks his neck and shifts a little, desperately thinking of something to say. Normally these things just work out, his plan pretty much ended with getting Zach to watch the movie with him and ply him with alcohol. The dimmed lights and sitting close together on the sofa should have done the rest, girls would be in his lap by now, but all that Zach does is quirk his head a little and carefully chew on a piece of popcorn and he hasn’t even finished his first beer, Chris is beginning to think he is going to fail.
“So. You are not drinking very much tonight.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Zach asks and very deliberately takes a long sip from his, surely warm by now, beer and at the sight of Zach’s exposed throat Chris feels his heart rate perk up in interest, other parts of him too.
“No, just, it’s unusual that’s it,” Chris licks his lips and shrugs again, what comes next is unexpected and causes a significant shift in the atmosphere.
“I am getting the impression you are trying to seduce me…” It sounds like a statement, but Chris feels compelled to respond
“Why, is it working?” he laughs, hoping beyond hope he doesn’t sound hopelessly nervous.
Zach seems to ponder for an endless moment. “Truth be told you are doing a terrible job of it, but,” and here Zach puts his hand squarely on Chris’s thigh, and he doesn’t squeak in response, thank you. “It might be working.”
“Oh, really?” Chris asks, aiming for low and seductive, but what comes out is probably closer to hopeful and relieved.
Zach nods and his eyes are so dark and intense when he looks at Chris, it is a little disconcerting and a hell of a turn on. And Chris desperately tries to remember the books he read or his own considerable experience with women, but his mind has gone unhelpfully blank, all thoughts replaced by the scorching presence of Zach’s hand against his thigh. They look at each other for a moment charged with inevitability and Zach scoots closer, until Chris can feel the heat radiating off his body, Zach’s leg a hair breath away from Chris’s own and then Zach’s hand is on Chris’s neck, and he is pulling him forward until their lips meet.
Kissing, Chris thinks, as his heart beats loud in his throat, it’s only kissing, calm the fuck down. And his brain shows a few signs of life, just enough for Chris to be able to reciprocate the kiss and run a hand through Zach’s hair, something he has wanted to do for such a long time, and to pull him even closer.
It starts off almost chaste, dry lips on lips, but it quickly escalates as Zach licks his way into Chris’s mouth, and he tastes of popcorn and beer and Chris feels like he can drown into that mouth, like kissing him is at once the pinnacle of pleasure that can be reached and something to be quickly surpassed for better things. He has dreamed of this, when sleeping and when awake, but he didn’t account for the burn of stubble against his skin or Zach’s teeth nipping at his bottom lip or Zach’s fist, holding him by the front of his shirt and how it is difficult to breathe, because he forgets, forgets to inhale.
Chris breaks away, taking a deep breath and his wide eyed look is met with that same intensity, the light off the television screen throwing long shadows across Zach’s face, making it an enigma to be solved. The light tone from earlier is long gone, and Chris feels a shiver of apprehension run down his spine and dissolve into heat.
“Do you want this?” Zach asks him then.
Chris nods, not trusting his voice.
“Tell me what you want?” Zach reaches out to caress Chris’s jaw and touch along his neck as he speaks.
Chris makes a noise deep in his throat, and Zach withdraws his hands. “If you don’t tell me, I can only presume you don’t like what I am doing.”
Chris swallows and tries to find his voice. “I would like anything you want to do to me,” he says as firmly as possible.
It seems to be a right answer of sorts because Zach grins, wide and wicked.
“You don’t know what you are saying Chris.”
“Oh, believe me, I do.” Chris feels more confident now in his reply.
Zach leans in to kiss him again, it is lewd and dirty and he pulls away only to unbutton a few buttons to uncover and kiss Chris’s collarbone, his hands burrowing under Chris’s thin shirt, making him shiver and his nipples harden without even a touch. Chris touches back, feeling silly at his hesitancy, though in all the ways that count he is pretty much a virgin right now and he is more than happy to let Zach take the lead, and by the looks of it Zach is pretty okay with that plan.
Chris’s dick is straining against his jeans begging for attention and his breathing is labored by the time Zach detaches himself once again. Chris would deny making a huff of protest if it isn’t for the way that it makes Zach smile. It is his normal sweet smile and Chris feels himself relax a fraction.
“Chris, I know you haven’t done this before, which is why I’m asking, I want nothing more than to fuck you until you forget your name, how would you like that?” Zach asks and not a trace of the sweet smile remains on his face.
Chris’s eyes widen, almost comically, he fears; it’s not the content, it is the words themselves, Zach’s unfailing politeness and the way he can barely hold himself while he asks.
“Dear god yes,” Chris says and he knows he is blushing, though he hopes it is not obvious above the flush of arousal. “I want nothing more than for you to fuck me,” Getting fucked by Zach isn’t something he has spend much time thinking about, it might crop up towards the end of his fantasies when his orgasm is near, only to be quickly dismissed afterwards, but as he says the words, they are true.
Zach nods once and gets off the couch, pulling Chris alongside him. “Bedroom,” is all he says.
Chris has been to Zach’s bedroom before, but this time it is different, the bed seems enormous, the lube and condoms are carefully arranged on the bedside table, the light is dimmed.
Wait a minute, condoms and lube? That presumptuous bastard.
But that thought along with all his others are quickly demolished because by the time he has finished his observation of the room and looks back at Zach he is no longer wearing any clothes. None at all, he is completely in the nude.
Fuck me, Chris thinks, and then laughs a little, yeah he definitely likes naked men. An awful lot.
Zach turns to face him and the two predatory steps he makes towards him while he is tall and proud and naked is the hottest thing Chris has ever seen, he mumbles something incomprehensible as Zach presses his naked chest flush against Chris and kisses him deeply, his hands firm on Chris’s shoulders, holding him in place.
Chris tries to touch as much of that wonderful skin as he can reach, before settling his hands on Zach’s ass and squeezing. Much to his delight, Zach, who is yet to lose his semblance of cool shivers and moans into Chris’s mouth and Chris feels the press of his cock, which is hot, hot, but also Chris is wearing too many clothes, way too many.
He voices that thought against Zach’s mouth, and Zach pushes him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit it and he is forced to sit, shit, fall back with Zach still right there on top of him.
It is a glorious for a moment and then Zach pulls away and stands up and looks at him, making Chris feel more exposed than Zach, despite his naked state.
“Okay Chris, this is going to be very good for you, as long as you do exactly what I tell you, do you understand me?” Zach asks and his voice is lower than usually, and Chris closes his eyes, nodding, before Zach even finishes speaking.
“Answer me, please.” Zach says again, sounding a little impatient, and Chris decides he doesn’t want to see Zach a lot impatient.
“I understand,” Chris speaks with difficulty, feeling ridiculous at his body’s reaction to Zach’s voice.
“Good,” Zach says and a dangerous smile plays across his lips. “Now, take off your clothes.” Zach is standing above him, with his hands behind his back, his cock fully erect and his eyes hinting at the unspeakable things he is going to do to Chris.
He starts to get up from the bed, but a shake of Zach’s head is enough to still him.
“I didn’t tell you to move, no, I like this angle.”
And Chris lays back and lifts his hand to work at the buttons and his hands are shaking, it takes so long, but every time he dares sneak a look at Zach all he sees is that inscrutable gaze looming above him and so he keeps at it until the shirt is off. The buttons of his jeans prove even harder, but when he is done with them, Zach helps him pull them off along with his underwear and shoes.
Chris lays there feeling his whole body flush under Zach’s appraising look and then Zach lays down next to him, close but not touching, which is fucking evil, Chris thinks, and hopes his feelings on the matter are conveyed by his outraged glare, though he doesn’t move.
“Shh, good things come to those who wait.” Zach says, and then he touches Chris very, very lightly, just the tip of his fingers down Chris’s torso, his hip, thigh, it would be ticklish if he isn’t so turned on that even that touch, as meager as it is, is scorching against his skin.
Zach pushes himself up on one elbow and continues his exploration of Chris’s body, now adding his mouth to the process. He kisses Chris briefly on the lips first before moving down his body; the nips of his teeth, the quick dart of his tongue, no less maddening than his fingers, always too light, never where Chris wants them the most.
Chris is shaking, he feels undone and has to bite his tongue hard, to not move, to not ask for more, he is gripping the sheets with all his strength, his toes are curling, and he can’t quite stop the thrusting of his hips into empty air, fruitlessly seeking some pressure.
Zach chuckles against his stomach and finally moves to suck a nipple into his mouth, it is enough to make Chris gasp and swear and Zach bites him. Hard.
“Shh, you’ve been doing so well.” Zach tells him and Chris didn’t think there was enough blood left in his face to blush, but he feels hotter at the praise nonetheless.
Zach captures his mouth in a kiss again and Chris feels lost in it until without any forewarning at all Zach wraps his fingers tightly around Chris’s cock. Fuck. Chris pants at the touch unable to kiss anymore, unable to do anything but breathe and give himself over to the feeling of Zach’s hand. He’s been wanting it so badly, the sudden pressure is almost too much, after just a few strokes he is so close, so very close, but he doesn’t want to come yet, not like this.
Zach seems to understand because he lets go of his cock, “Not yet,” he tells him, “Hold on.” Chris feels bereft at the loss, but tries to comply, he closes his eyes and tries to even his breathing when he feels a cold and slick finger circle his entrance, it feels so odd and unexpected he feels himself clench.
“Lift up your legs, like that,” Zach tells him and Chris does, trying to relax, he knows that is key.
“Stop thinking, breathe,” Zach says and his fingers are so gentle, moving from his cock to his hole in slow, maddening circles until Chris feels himself relax with each breath.
“Yes, just like that, good boy,” Zach whispers and licks the tip of Chris’s cock at the same time as he slips a finger inside of him.
“Fuck,” Chris swears, because he tried to do that a few times in the shower, but didn’t manage very far, and he now feels like Zach’s finger, fully sheathed inside him, will break something until Zach swallows him whole and the good sensation of Zach hot around his cock takes precedence and the finger moves a little, stretching.
Chris opens his eyes, because he needs to see Zach’s dark head on his cock just once before he dies, because he is sure he is going to die, because one man cannot experience that much pleasure at such short a time, without it being fatal.
He is so lost in the sight and the feel of Zach’s mouth on him, that the slip of the second finger inside of him goes almost unnoticed, he does notice when the two fingers move and touch something which changes the feeling from uncomfortably full to pleasurable and he can’t help thrusting up, which makes Zach pull away, choking.
“Shit, sorry man,” he pants, at the caress of cool air on his newly exposed cock makes him shiver.
“Oh you are not, but trust me, you will be.” Zach says and he twists his fingers inside him, causing Chris equal amounts of pain and pleasure; Zach bites his hip and sucks at Chris’s fleshy inner thigh, and Chris is sure there will be bruises there, but right now the pain feels like pleasure and a string of obscenities leave his mouth, sounding like prayer.
Maybe moments, maybe hours later, Chris doesn’t know, he is floating in timeless pleasure when Zach places himself in-between Chris’s legs and enters him in one clean stroke. It making Chris clench and shudder, because it hurts; it isn’t sharp like he’d feared, it is duller, but he feels impossibly full and uncomfortable. Zach tries to kiss his mouth to coax his tightly shut jaw open, peppering kisses all around his lips, mumbling unintelligible words into his skin, and Chris feels himself gradually relax as his body gets used to the intrusion.
“How are you doing?” Zach asks.
Chris wants to tell Zach he is okay, and other things besides but what comes out is just a terse “Move.”
Zach complies, not asking twice, he moves slowly at first, but he is angled just so that with each move he sends bolts of pleasure cursing through Chris’s body, he pumps his cock to the same rhythm and soon Chris is meeting the trusts, wanting it faster, wanting it harder.
And some of that he must have spoken, because Zach moves faster, slamming into him as deep as he can and Chris feels like he is being split from the inside, and it is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before and it is perfect.
Zach comes with a muffled scream and collapses against Chris’s chest, and Chris feels the orgasm ripped out of him, sudden and violent and Zach kisses him sloppily, absorbing his moans with his tongue and draws patterns in the come on his stomach.
They lay entangled until their breathing evens out, though Chris is not sure it is in his power to ever move again. He doesn’t want Zach to leave either, feeling bereft in the seconds it takes him to discard the condom, and he pulls him close when he returns. Zach’s presence, warm and comforting against Chris’s side, lulls him to asleep within moments.
He sleeps like the dead, feeling positively chipper upon awakening, which is unusual as Chris is not a morning person.
“Casanova should be my next film, I am a sex genius,” Chris says loudly to no one in particular and kicks lightly at the sleeping bundle nestled against his side.
It moves and something grabs his foot and stills it. “Don’t make me regret letting you seduce me,” Zach grumbles from under his pillow.
“Letting you? Hey now, I am irresistible, you didn’t let me nothing!”
Zach laughs a lot at that, which would have hurt Chris’s ego if his mood isn’t so damn fantastic, the fact that they are lying naked in bed also helps.
“Yeah sugar, keep telling yourself that. But I would buy Zoe some flowers if I was you.”
“Zoe? What does Zoe has to do with this?”
“Well, let’s just say that if I hadn’t received her warning text half way through that sorry excuse for pornography you would be waking up in your own bed right about now.”
Chris is unperturbed. “Whatever dude, did we have scorching hot sex, or did we not? I count my plan a success.”
Zach laughs again, but he also touches Chris, so it is hard to get mad at him. “Point. But, seriously, Chris, porn? Has this ever worked for you, ever?”
“Technically it has worked every time I’ve tried it.” Chris says it, pleased with his infallible logic.
Chris/Zach; The Trials and Errors of Chris Pine: A modern day Casanova; NC-17; ~7000 words
Summary: “Where did you even find this? We are not watching porn, no way.”
Warnings: hints of d/s, introspection, bad puns
A/N: So I wanted to write a fic where Chris seduces Zach with porn and it sort of grew from there, this is the longest and the porniest thing I have ever written. Many thanks to
aurora_84 for the kind words and the beta.
Chris Pine is comfortable with his sexuality, so, when he hears through the grapevine that Zach is gay, it doesn’t affect any change in his behavior; they hang out all the time and Chris is easily affectionate, touching Zach to get his attention and hugging him goodbye like he used to.
Okay, that is not entirely true, his behavior does change a little; he would think about what he is wearing a bit more and he starts to wear cologne all the time and other such ridiculous things which he doesn’t even notice until Zoe literally sniffs him out.
They tend to meet at the lobby of whatever hotel they are staying at before going for dinner and one evening during the press tour, fuck him if he can even remember which country they are in, Chris goes down a little early and only Zoe is there. She is sitting in a plush chair and leafing through a fashion magazine. When he nears, she glances up distractedly, but stops half way through her nod to look at him properly.
“Hey, why so dressed up? We are only going for a quick bite, everyone is too tired for bars tonight.”
Chris only shrugs in reply, lacking a real answer. So what if he wanted to wear a shirt, it’s no big deal.
Zoe seems unimpressed at his lack of response “Did you shower in cologne, by any chance?” she adds, actually scrunching her nose as she sniffs the air.
“Like, you can talk,” Chris scoffs, there is nothing wrong with smelling nice, some men always wear cologne, and Zach told him once he liked the smell, so it can’t be that overpowering.
Before she can reply the others start filtering in and soon they are heading off to dinner. Chris vaguely remembers eating pasta, but in all honesty that evening is mostly indistinguishable from many others like it. The only thing Chris does remember clearly is sitting very near Zach and Zach’s laughter in his ear and leaning in close to tell him something which is when Zoe catches his eye. Her beautiful face is creased into a frown and he looks away laughing louder, hoping she lets it go. She doesn’t, she looks at him strangely all evening and then when they get back, she follows him to his hotel room.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” She is standing very close, and what she lacks in height, she makes up for in overall presence, Chris feels suitably chastised, though he is not even sure what for.
She seems to take his stunned silence as some kind of surrender and carries on. “Just don’t start something you can’t finish,” and in a cloud of perfume she is gone.
It takes Chris entirely too long to put the card key into its slot, because he may pretend he has no idea what she is talking about, ad he is yet to fully admit it to himself, but he knows.
The hotel room is large and empty and alien, save for the pile of clothes he quickly slips out of and dumps into a messy pile, stupidly feeling like it will make the soulless room feel more like it is his.
He heads immediately for the shower, and makes the water deliberately scalding and stays under the sprays until it hurts, before lowering the temperature a little. He doesn’t exactly plan on this, but his hands find their way to his already interested cock and he starts stroking leisurely, for the first time allowing himself to think of Zach, though the images come unbidden and powerful, he doubts he can will them away if he tries.
Chris leans against the wall, shivering at the touch of the cool tiles against his overheated back and widens his legs, giving his dick a more meaningful squeeze; he has been half hard most of the night, from Zach’s proximity and the sound of his contagious laugh resonating through Chris’s whole body and now the mere memory of the press of Zach’s knee against his is enough to make him shiver with want. Fuck. Chris closes his mind and bites his lips to cover the moans as he imagines Zach’s hands teasing up his inner thighs and circling his cock and then slowly, with precision finding its target. He squeezes himself harder and ups the pace, it isn’t going to take very long.
“Let me do this,” Zach would say all breathless and hard and close to Chris’s ear, blowing hot air and making him shiver. And then he would go down on his knees and pry Chris’s hand away and take his cock into his mouth, all of it, and the image is powerful enough to bring Chris to the edge. Zach would look up then, his eyes wide, as he lets Chris fuck his pretty mouth until he comes with a shiver and a muffled scream.
Chris is grateful for the support of the wall as he watches the water wash away the come alongside the last remains of his denial. He feels strangely content. He can’t say he’s never given the idea any thought, but it tends to be when he is drunk and a hot guy makes a pass an him and a brief ‘why not’ crosses his mind before an overly considerate friend takes him home or after he has broken up with a girl over some stupid misunderstanding and he think that surely it will be easier with a guy. There would be more sex and no one would scold him about leaving his “damn coffee cups all over my antiques, Christopher” and they would watch porn in bed over Chinese takeaway and it would rock.
So yeah, he’d considered it before, but only in a completely unrealistic sort of way and never in all seriousness. And then he met Zach and all his preconceived notions flew out of the window, because Zach is Zach and completely unapologetic about himself and one day Chris finds himself more than a little infatuated.
It isn’t love at first sight or anything silly like that. In fact it takes Chris way too long to realize that how he feels is really not that normal, though he feels asinine about his obliviousness now he knows (in retrospect it is so damn obvious he is surprised the entire world isn’t aware.)
First of all he touches Zach a lot, nothing technically inappropriate, not when you are in a platonic bromance or whatever the press chooses to call it today, but yeah there is a lot of touching and disregard for personal space. Chris would lean close, so close to whisper in Zach’s ear and touch his pinky (just the tiniest of brief contacts) to Zach’s on the red carpet when the sounds and the lights get too bright or too loud and it will be enough to ground him, to make his smile a little more genuine.
So then, touching is one, but it’s more that the physical act that is important, because friendly touches between friends are not unusual, Chris has always done it and it wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the accompanying feelings. Chris would need to touch Zach, it wouldn’t be casual and done without thought, but like Zach is giant magnet and Chris is made of nothing but tiny iron chips helplessly straining to cover every inch of Zach’s body. And that feeling is probably what makes him a little less straight than he thought, though if he is perfectly honest with himself this latent bisexuality is hardly new, suppressed and never really acknowledged perhaps, but hardly new. Only, it takes Zach for it to blossom and there are more stupid and inappropriate metaphors involving sun and sunflowers but he has to stop that mode of thought right now.
Fuck.
Not straight then, because after the touching come the dreams. Chris researched it and apparently gay dreams don’t mean you are gay, which is cold comfort because he is pretty fucking sure that recurring erotic dreams about fucking Zachary Quinto don’t need an expert to interpret them. Not when he wakes up with come all over his sheets and an ache, low in his belly, forms at the sight of his empty bed and doesn’t quite disappear until his second cup of coffee.
There is also the fact that Chris talks about Zach to others, a lot. Even when he was still with Beau he would tell her about something funny that happened on set and they would always be Zach centered moments. It was even a subject of their one and only screaming fight, “If Zach is so wonderful, why aren’t you fucking him?” She’d shouted and he laughed at the time (very much not the right reaction), because she couldn’t be more wrong. Zach is awesome and Chris loves being his friend, he wants to impress him, to get to know him even better. Independently of this he is comfortable enough in his sexuality to notice that Zach is an attractive man. It doesn’t mean that he wants to see him naked, does it? That evening he even spends an illuminating half hour realizing that the internet really is for porn, but there are some things out there he isn’t ready to see, good god, how is this even physically possible and then concludes that no, still straight.
Then one morning after they go jogging they both go over to Zach’s house and in an appropriately cinematic moment he sees Zach come out of the shower, a small white towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist, tiny droplets of water still adorning his chest and fucking glistening, glistening in the sunlight. Jesus Christ. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Okay, time to reevaluate things, maybe he wouldn’t mind seeing Zach naked. But even after this realization is made, he still is not sure. Would he want to be in a relationship with a man? Fucking is one thing, but holding hands on the street, choosing china patterns, could he do that with a guy. (Shut up Pine, a voce says, you didn’t do these things with a woman) but then he realizes, that is Zach and they are practically in a relationship anyway, sex would just be an added bonus.
There are other things too, but he gives up with the mental list, his journey to self realization doesn’t really matter, because the destination is rather more important. He tries to suppress it for the remainder of the press tour, but as soon as it is all finally over (he loves every second of it, but damnit if he is not exhausted) he decides that operation seduce Zach is on.
He starts with a ‘to do’ list, Zach’s name is the first thing on it, (horrific pun totally intended), but before he can formulate his plan he goes to the library for help. He gets some questioning looks from Tracey but she is used to his visits by now and says nothing of his new reading materials, nonetheless he isn’t stupid and so he shrugs and smiles at her, his hundred watts Hollywood smile, and tells her “For a role”.
Chris then takes his pile of books which range from gay sex tips to queer theory home and settles in for an educational afternoon. He feels a giddy feeling bubble up inside him as he opens up the first book (sex tips, because if he is going to do this, he is gong to do it right) because he adores books and to be fair he is not sure if he has reached the stage where he can handle google images again.
He tries to follow the gay dating advice that he reads, it is pretty straight forward and not at all different to what he is used to doing with girls, all that needing to be yourself crap, lots of eye contact and smiling and listening to the other person and spending time with them and asking them out for dinner and drinks and all the things that he already does with Zach, so of course none of it works. It is difficult to ask Zach out without telling him something akin to: ‘me, you, sex now?’ And he is afraid that wouldn’t work and it isn’t what he wants to say anyway. But they do spend more time together, Chris calls it their date night in all seriousness though Zach only laughs and throws long and puzzled looks his way when he thinks Chris isn’t looking.
He makes Zach take him to a gay club one time, because that is new, something they hadn’t done before and Zach is very against the idea until Chris pushes and pushes and Zach agrees with a strange twist to his lips and it is disastrous.
Chris has been to gay clubs before, but not since his newly minted sexuality and it is an eye opening experience. Not just Zach-sexual then, very much bisexual. Which is nice in a way, because if you can put a label on it, at least he knows what to tell people. Not that he has told anyone yet apart from Zoe when she cornered him the second time and treated bodily harm. When she eventually believed him, she was very nice about it.
But anyway, he is getting drunk and digressing, the music in the club is very loud and there are bright rotating spotlights and there is an awful lot of grinding. He loses Zach while he tries to get them drinks and when he finds him, Zach is talking to a tall guy who is wearing a shiny tank top and standing entirely too close. Chris gets there before his brain can catch up with his feet and he is aware he is acting obnoxious, but this is his chance damnit and he is not having Zach go off with someone else. He puts a proprietary arm over Zach’s shoulders, hands him a drink with an umbrella and looks very pointedly at the guy until he shrugs and leaves.
Zach pushes Chris’s arm away, making him spill his drink, and glares. And Chris has never before been on the receiving end of the trademark Quinto glare and it is a terrifying experience. If he was less drunk he might have apologized, but his feathers are rather ruffled and he stubbornly stares back.
“What the hell dude, the gay thing is going to be a problem, now?” Zach snaps at him.
“What, no, that’s not what…”
Zach doesn’t let him finish, isn’t really listening. “I knew this was going to be a bad idea, but you had to force it. You were shockingly rude, you do realize?”
“I am sorry I interrupted,” Chris says, not sounding sorry in the least. “Were you going to fuck in the bathroom?” Chris then asks with a smirk because sometimes he doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.
Zach stops mid-sentence and when he looks at Chris, his eyes are more hurt then angry, “Because that is what all the promiscuous gays do? Fuck you man!” And he is gone.
Chris goes to follow him, but the crowd is too thick and as soon as he loses sight of Zach he deflates, Shit. Fuck. Cunt. This is exactly not how he wanted this night to proceed. He ends up drinking more and grinding against a big man with tattoos for about five minutes before he actually looks back and holy shit, that is one hell of a moustache. He extricates himself from the guy’s hands as politely as possible and gets a cab home feeling more like shit the soberer he gets.
Zach doesn’t speak to him for a week, and so Chris returns all the useless library books and starts a new plan, seducing le Quinto, two point zero, the Chris Pine version, he calls it.
He is about to call Zoe to tell her all about it before he realizes that it is six am and that the last time they talked about this she had told him in no uncertain terms “To either man up and make a move or shut the hell up or she will beat him with a stick” so he puts his cell down and after drinking about a gallon of water goes back to sleep.
He dreams of heroes and villains in black and white with splashes of red blood (no more falling asleep during Sin City).
He decides to put his plan into action soon after during their pretty much weekly movie night, when things have settled down after the total gay club failure. They are in Zach’s house, because his TV is better but Chris comes prepared.
It is his turn to chose a movie so Chris puts his can of beer down (on a coaster, because Zach is more anal about that, than any of his ex-girlfriends) and needlessly starts to ruffle through Zach’s extensive dvd collection, what he discovers makes him laugh, how apt.
“You are so old school man, who buys their porn these days?” Chris calls out, when his laughter subsides.
Zach is in the kitchen putting popcorn into bowls for their very manly movie night, so his reply “Why are you even looking?” sounds rather muffled, but it makes Chris smile; he notices the Princess Diaries 2 as well but doesn’t make a comment about it, saving it for a more opportune moment.
“Just curious.” He calls out eventually.
“And has your curiosity been satisfied?” Zach’s reply is clipped and much closer than the previous one and when Chris turns around Zach needs to look up to meet his eyes and appears to be actually a little breathless.
“Dude, were you just checking out my ass?” Chris is absolutely delighted by the discovery, and winks lasciviously or at least would have if Zach hadn’t thrown a pillow right at his head which Chris catches and hugs against his chest, his grin like the Cheshire cat, because Zach is so rarely flustered, that he can’t help but milk the moment. (Chris is a genius and his plan is so going to work.)
“Fuck off Pine, I was just wondering how is it physically possible for you to bend down with jeans that tight, and your ass just happened to be in the way.”
Chris throws the pillow back, it bounces harmlessly off of Zach’s shoulder before sadly falling on the floor and earns him a raised eyebrow, which makes a childish part of him want to protest that he wasn’t the one to initiate this pillow throwing business in the first place.
“Whatever man, look who is talking, Mr. I get my pants custom made.”
“Anyway, what did you end up choosing?” Zach swiftly changes the subject (Pine 1; Quinto 0) and plops himself on the couch, as close to its far side as possible.
Chris frowns a little at that but his smile is firmly back on his face when he brandishes his secret weapon and it widens further at the sight of Zach’s lips forming a perfect ‘O’. Zach shakes his head rather emphatically as he speaks “Where did you even find this? We are not watching porn, no way.”
“Star Trek porn, you mean? What’s the big deal, I did say I had it on my netflix.”
“Well, yeah, but you were kidding, and this is a brand new unopened dvd.”
“Come on Zach, have you ever known me to kid when it comes to porn? I had to buy it, but thought it would be weird to watch it alone,”
“Weird? Alone? How would this be any less weird?” Zach frowns and folds his arms across his chest.
“You have a popcorn maker,” Chris says at long last.
Zach speaks slowly, as if the words don’t feel quite right. “So, you want to watch porn and eat popcorn?”
“I also have beer, but yeah, sounds like a Friday night.”
“It’s Tuesday afternoon.”
“Exactly,” Chris says triumphantly while Zach takes the DVD from him with a longsuffering sigh and reads the blurb, when he is done a long line has formed between his brows, when he speaks Chris thinks his plan is all set.
“Gay porn, this is gay porn, you want us to watch gay porn together?” He sounds weak, which makes Chris touch him on the arm, in what he hopes is a comforting move, though Zach jerks away as if he is burned which hurts a little, but Chris ignores it and carries on.
“Well, there are very few women on the Enterprise, so it makes sense really, although porn Uhura is rather hot.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Zach says and Chris thinks Zach is this close to putting his hands over his ears and going ‘la, la, la’ which is a hilarious image.
“Come on man, I know you are not a prude, remember that time in Russia!”
“Well forgive me for not being used to watching gay porn with my straight friends,” Zach hastily interrupts before Chris finishes that particular sentence, and Chris gets him back by being deliberately obtuse.
“So, you do watch it with your gay ones?” Zach’s glare is rather evocative and Chris nods again. “I hear you, porn is a solitary activity. But don’t mind me, if you feel like spanking the monkey, choking the chicken, bashing the--”
“Christ, shut the hell up!” Zach is now laughing and Chris grins back.
“All right, all right, and you can even call me Chris!”
Zach only shakes his head again at that, but he says, “Okay, fine, you can be such a freak Pine, and I really should learn to say no to you.”
“Excellent, are you going to put it in, or should I?” Chris asks with his most innocent voice, managing not to laugh even when Zach chokes in response.
“The DVD?” He clarifies with a smile.
Zach gives him a long unimpressed look and gets up to insert the disk into the DVD player, he sits a little closer than before when he returns.
They press play and Chris immediately starts to snigger, he tries not to, but seriously “Coming boldly! Coming?” is just really bad.
At the sight of him laughing Zach visibly relaxes and allows himself a small grin. “I guess this can be a somewhat entertaining experience if we treat it as such,” he allows.
And okay, he can’t exactly fault the set, because no set can possibly be worse than the original and the costumes are passable, but the actors are all kinds of wrong. And the plot it completely nonsensical.
“That’s really not the point,” Zach counters. And he is right, of course, but as an Actor Chris feels a little ashamed. There is fairly good porn, and there is bad porn which is also kind of hot and then there is this, which is just embarrassing. On many levels. He finds himself thinking, Kirk would never say that, never. And some of his thoughts are echoed by Zach.
“Are my eyes deceiving me or did Spock really just whistle to himself?”
They laugh at the ridiculousness of both the ‘plot’ and the porn and they watch Bones fuck Chekov in the captain’s chair and Sulu get doubly penetrated by Scotty and a red shirt in the broken turbo-lift without a hint of awkwardness and a never-ending supply of snarky comments.
So it all goes well until Kirk and Spock are stuck on a deserted planet, ‘Spock’ goes into Pon Farr and Kirk is the only one there to help him. Of course. And suddenly it doesn’t matter that ‘Spock’s’ ears look plastic and his real eyebrows are visible under the make up or that ‘Kirk’ is balding, because they are kissing and it is Kirk and Spock and Chris no longer sees the actors, he sees himself and Zach on set and heat floods his body and Chris shifts a little, feeling at once embarrassed and turned on.
He swallows and gets a handful of popcorn, and chews loudly, carefully looking at the screen and not at Zach. It is the longest they’ve gone without laughing or talking since the beginning of the movie and as Kirk and Spock get naked and proceed to fuck like bunnies the silence continues to stretch, the over exaggerated on-screen moaning and the crunch, crunch, crunch of popcorn the only sounds in the room. When Kirk comes on Spock’s face and the scene changes Chris lets out a breath he hasn’t noticed he is holding, his skin feels too tight for him and the ghost of a thumb on his leg makes him shiver and almost gasp, but when he looks, there is nothing there.
Chris finally glances sideways at Zach, with the pretext of offering him the bowl of popcorn. Zach is hugging the pillow, which covers his groin area rather strategically, making Chris wish he hadn’t thrown it, and shakes his head.
Damn this, his plan isn’t going as smoothly as he’s planned, the moment is more charged with awkwardness then sexiness and Chris feels hot and bothered for entirely the wrong reasons as the movie ends and the music is as bad as in every other porno flick ever and the silence between them is heavy.
Chris swallows, he hopes inaudibly, and cranks his neck and shifts a little, desperately thinking of something to say. Normally these things just work out, his plan pretty much ended with getting Zach to watch the movie with him and ply him with alcohol. The dimmed lights and sitting close together on the sofa should have done the rest, girls would be in his lap by now, but all that Zach does is quirk his head a little and carefully chew on a piece of popcorn and he hasn’t even finished his first beer, Chris is beginning to think he is going to fail.
“So. You are not drinking very much tonight.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Zach asks and very deliberately takes a long sip from his, surely warm by now, beer and at the sight of Zach’s exposed throat Chris feels his heart rate perk up in interest, other parts of him too.
“No, just, it’s unusual that’s it,” Chris licks his lips and shrugs again, what comes next is unexpected and causes a significant shift in the atmosphere.
“I am getting the impression you are trying to seduce me…” It sounds like a statement, but Chris feels compelled to respond
“Why, is it working?” he laughs, hoping beyond hope he doesn’t sound hopelessly nervous.
Zach seems to ponder for an endless moment. “Truth be told you are doing a terrible job of it, but,” and here Zach puts his hand squarely on Chris’s thigh, and he doesn’t squeak in response, thank you. “It might be working.”
“Oh, really?” Chris asks, aiming for low and seductive, but what comes out is probably closer to hopeful and relieved.
Zach nods and his eyes are so dark and intense when he looks at Chris, it is a little disconcerting and a hell of a turn on. And Chris desperately tries to remember the books he read or his own considerable experience with women, but his mind has gone unhelpfully blank, all thoughts replaced by the scorching presence of Zach’s hand against his thigh. They look at each other for a moment charged with inevitability and Zach scoots closer, until Chris can feel the heat radiating off his body, Zach’s leg a hair breath away from Chris’s own and then Zach’s hand is on Chris’s neck, and he is pulling him forward until their lips meet.
Kissing, Chris thinks, as his heart beats loud in his throat, it’s only kissing, calm the fuck down. And his brain shows a few signs of life, just enough for Chris to be able to reciprocate the kiss and run a hand through Zach’s hair, something he has wanted to do for such a long time, and to pull him even closer.
It starts off almost chaste, dry lips on lips, but it quickly escalates as Zach licks his way into Chris’s mouth, and he tastes of popcorn and beer and Chris feels like he can drown into that mouth, like kissing him is at once the pinnacle of pleasure that can be reached and something to be quickly surpassed for better things. He has dreamed of this, when sleeping and when awake, but he didn’t account for the burn of stubble against his skin or Zach’s teeth nipping at his bottom lip or Zach’s fist, holding him by the front of his shirt and how it is difficult to breathe, because he forgets, forgets to inhale.
Chris breaks away, taking a deep breath and his wide eyed look is met with that same intensity, the light off the television screen throwing long shadows across Zach’s face, making it an enigma to be solved. The light tone from earlier is long gone, and Chris feels a shiver of apprehension run down his spine and dissolve into heat.
“Do you want this?” Zach asks him then.
Chris nods, not trusting his voice.
“Tell me what you want?” Zach reaches out to caress Chris’s jaw and touch along his neck as he speaks.
Chris makes a noise deep in his throat, and Zach withdraws his hands. “If you don’t tell me, I can only presume you don’t like what I am doing.”
Chris swallows and tries to find his voice. “I would like anything you want to do to me,” he says as firmly as possible.
It seems to be a right answer of sorts because Zach grins, wide and wicked.
“You don’t know what you are saying Chris.”
“Oh, believe me, I do.” Chris feels more confident now in his reply.
Zach leans in to kiss him again, it is lewd and dirty and he pulls away only to unbutton a few buttons to uncover and kiss Chris’s collarbone, his hands burrowing under Chris’s thin shirt, making him shiver and his nipples harden without even a touch. Chris touches back, feeling silly at his hesitancy, though in all the ways that count he is pretty much a virgin right now and he is more than happy to let Zach take the lead, and by the looks of it Zach is pretty okay with that plan.
Chris’s dick is straining against his jeans begging for attention and his breathing is labored by the time Zach detaches himself once again. Chris would deny making a huff of protest if it isn’t for the way that it makes Zach smile. It is his normal sweet smile and Chris feels himself relax a fraction.
“Chris, I know you haven’t done this before, which is why I’m asking, I want nothing more than to fuck you until you forget your name, how would you like that?” Zach asks and not a trace of the sweet smile remains on his face.
Chris’s eyes widen, almost comically, he fears; it’s not the content, it is the words themselves, Zach’s unfailing politeness and the way he can barely hold himself while he asks.
“Dear god yes,” Chris says and he knows he is blushing, though he hopes it is not obvious above the flush of arousal. “I want nothing more than for you to fuck me,” Getting fucked by Zach isn’t something he has spend much time thinking about, it might crop up towards the end of his fantasies when his orgasm is near, only to be quickly dismissed afterwards, but as he says the words, they are true.
Zach nods once and gets off the couch, pulling Chris alongside him. “Bedroom,” is all he says.
Chris has been to Zach’s bedroom before, but this time it is different, the bed seems enormous, the lube and condoms are carefully arranged on the bedside table, the light is dimmed.
Wait a minute, condoms and lube? That presumptuous bastard.
But that thought along with all his others are quickly demolished because by the time he has finished his observation of the room and looks back at Zach he is no longer wearing any clothes. None at all, he is completely in the nude.
Fuck me, Chris thinks, and then laughs a little, yeah he definitely likes naked men. An awful lot.
Zach turns to face him and the two predatory steps he makes towards him while he is tall and proud and naked is the hottest thing Chris has ever seen, he mumbles something incomprehensible as Zach presses his naked chest flush against Chris and kisses him deeply, his hands firm on Chris’s shoulders, holding him in place.
Chris tries to touch as much of that wonderful skin as he can reach, before settling his hands on Zach’s ass and squeezing. Much to his delight, Zach, who is yet to lose his semblance of cool shivers and moans into Chris’s mouth and Chris feels the press of his cock, which is hot, hot, but also Chris is wearing too many clothes, way too many.
He voices that thought against Zach’s mouth, and Zach pushes him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit it and he is forced to sit, shit, fall back with Zach still right there on top of him.
It is a glorious for a moment and then Zach pulls away and stands up and looks at him, making Chris feel more exposed than Zach, despite his naked state.
“Okay Chris, this is going to be very good for you, as long as you do exactly what I tell you, do you understand me?” Zach asks and his voice is lower than usually, and Chris closes his eyes, nodding, before Zach even finishes speaking.
“Answer me, please.” Zach says again, sounding a little impatient, and Chris decides he doesn’t want to see Zach a lot impatient.
“I understand,” Chris speaks with difficulty, feeling ridiculous at his body’s reaction to Zach’s voice.
“Good,” Zach says and a dangerous smile plays across his lips. “Now, take off your clothes.” Zach is standing above him, with his hands behind his back, his cock fully erect and his eyes hinting at the unspeakable things he is going to do to Chris.
He starts to get up from the bed, but a shake of Zach’s head is enough to still him.
“I didn’t tell you to move, no, I like this angle.”
And Chris lays back and lifts his hand to work at the buttons and his hands are shaking, it takes so long, but every time he dares sneak a look at Zach all he sees is that inscrutable gaze looming above him and so he keeps at it until the shirt is off. The buttons of his jeans prove even harder, but when he is done with them, Zach helps him pull them off along with his underwear and shoes.
Chris lays there feeling his whole body flush under Zach’s appraising look and then Zach lays down next to him, close but not touching, which is fucking evil, Chris thinks, and hopes his feelings on the matter are conveyed by his outraged glare, though he doesn’t move.
“Shh, good things come to those who wait.” Zach says, and then he touches Chris very, very lightly, just the tip of his fingers down Chris’s torso, his hip, thigh, it would be ticklish if he isn’t so turned on that even that touch, as meager as it is, is scorching against his skin.
Zach pushes himself up on one elbow and continues his exploration of Chris’s body, now adding his mouth to the process. He kisses Chris briefly on the lips first before moving down his body; the nips of his teeth, the quick dart of his tongue, no less maddening than his fingers, always too light, never where Chris wants them the most.
Chris is shaking, he feels undone and has to bite his tongue hard, to not move, to not ask for more, he is gripping the sheets with all his strength, his toes are curling, and he can’t quite stop the thrusting of his hips into empty air, fruitlessly seeking some pressure.
Zach chuckles against his stomach and finally moves to suck a nipple into his mouth, it is enough to make Chris gasp and swear and Zach bites him. Hard.
“Shh, you’ve been doing so well.” Zach tells him and Chris didn’t think there was enough blood left in his face to blush, but he feels hotter at the praise nonetheless.
Zach captures his mouth in a kiss again and Chris feels lost in it until without any forewarning at all Zach wraps his fingers tightly around Chris’s cock. Fuck. Chris pants at the touch unable to kiss anymore, unable to do anything but breathe and give himself over to the feeling of Zach’s hand. He’s been wanting it so badly, the sudden pressure is almost too much, after just a few strokes he is so close, so very close, but he doesn’t want to come yet, not like this.
Zach seems to understand because he lets go of his cock, “Not yet,” he tells him, “Hold on.” Chris feels bereft at the loss, but tries to comply, he closes his eyes and tries to even his breathing when he feels a cold and slick finger circle his entrance, it feels so odd and unexpected he feels himself clench.
“Lift up your legs, like that,” Zach tells him and Chris does, trying to relax, he knows that is key.
“Stop thinking, breathe,” Zach says and his fingers are so gentle, moving from his cock to his hole in slow, maddening circles until Chris feels himself relax with each breath.
“Yes, just like that, good boy,” Zach whispers and licks the tip of Chris’s cock at the same time as he slips a finger inside of him.
“Fuck,” Chris swears, because he tried to do that a few times in the shower, but didn’t manage very far, and he now feels like Zach’s finger, fully sheathed inside him, will break something until Zach swallows him whole and the good sensation of Zach hot around his cock takes precedence and the finger moves a little, stretching.
Chris opens his eyes, because he needs to see Zach’s dark head on his cock just once before he dies, because he is sure he is going to die, because one man cannot experience that much pleasure at such short a time, without it being fatal.
He is so lost in the sight and the feel of Zach’s mouth on him, that the slip of the second finger inside of him goes almost unnoticed, he does notice when the two fingers move and touch something which changes the feeling from uncomfortably full to pleasurable and he can’t help thrusting up, which makes Zach pull away, choking.
“Shit, sorry man,” he pants, at the caress of cool air on his newly exposed cock makes him shiver.
“Oh you are not, but trust me, you will be.” Zach says and he twists his fingers inside him, causing Chris equal amounts of pain and pleasure; Zach bites his hip and sucks at Chris’s fleshy inner thigh, and Chris is sure there will be bruises there, but right now the pain feels like pleasure and a string of obscenities leave his mouth, sounding like prayer.
Maybe moments, maybe hours later, Chris doesn’t know, he is floating in timeless pleasure when Zach places himself in-between Chris’s legs and enters him in one clean stroke. It making Chris clench and shudder, because it hurts; it isn’t sharp like he’d feared, it is duller, but he feels impossibly full and uncomfortable. Zach tries to kiss his mouth to coax his tightly shut jaw open, peppering kisses all around his lips, mumbling unintelligible words into his skin, and Chris feels himself gradually relax as his body gets used to the intrusion.
“How are you doing?” Zach asks.
Chris wants to tell Zach he is okay, and other things besides but what comes out is just a terse “Move.”
Zach complies, not asking twice, he moves slowly at first, but he is angled just so that with each move he sends bolts of pleasure cursing through Chris’s body, he pumps his cock to the same rhythm and soon Chris is meeting the trusts, wanting it faster, wanting it harder.
And some of that he must have spoken, because Zach moves faster, slamming into him as deep as he can and Chris feels like he is being split from the inside, and it is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before and it is perfect.
Zach comes with a muffled scream and collapses against Chris’s chest, and Chris feels the orgasm ripped out of him, sudden and violent and Zach kisses him sloppily, absorbing his moans with his tongue and draws patterns in the come on his stomach.
They lay entangled until their breathing evens out, though Chris is not sure it is in his power to ever move again. He doesn’t want Zach to leave either, feeling bereft in the seconds it takes him to discard the condom, and he pulls him close when he returns. Zach’s presence, warm and comforting against Chris’s side, lulls him to asleep within moments.
He sleeps like the dead, feeling positively chipper upon awakening, which is unusual as Chris is not a morning person.
“Casanova should be my next film, I am a sex genius,” Chris says loudly to no one in particular and kicks lightly at the sleeping bundle nestled against his side.
It moves and something grabs his foot and stills it. “Don’t make me regret letting you seduce me,” Zach grumbles from under his pillow.
“Letting you? Hey now, I am irresistible, you didn’t let me nothing!”
Zach laughs a lot at that, which would have hurt Chris’s ego if his mood isn’t so damn fantastic, the fact that they are lying naked in bed also helps.
“Yeah sugar, keep telling yourself that. But I would buy Zoe some flowers if I was you.”
“Zoe? What does Zoe has to do with this?”
“Well, let’s just say that if I hadn’t received her warning text half way through that sorry excuse for pornography you would be waking up in your own bed right about now.”
Chris is unperturbed. “Whatever dude, did we have scorching hot sex, or did we not? I count my plan a success.”
Zach laughs again, but he also touches Chris, so it is hard to get mad at him. “Point. But, seriously, Chris, porn? Has this ever worked for you, ever?”
“Technically it has worked every time I’ve tried it.” Chris says it, pleased with his infallible logic.