Ficlet: Twitpic
Title: Twitpic
Word Count: 2572
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chris tweets a photo of Zach’s crotch. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP, a bit of rough sex, and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
The first inkling that something is wrong was the exchange he has with his brother over text message while waiting in line at Peets.
I did not need to see that.
what are you talking about?
Like you don’t know.
Five minutes later, Zach’s waiting for his iced coffee and Chris’ iced latte when he gets a tweet from John Cho. Then Neal. Then Simon.
Zach gets his order from the pick up counter and sets them down at a nearby empty table. He checks his twitter feed and sees that @chrisluvsburritos tweeted three twitpics within the twenty minutes he’s been away from the house. The first one is of Harold with a bitchy look on his face. The second one is Noah, asleep in his doggy bed. And the third one.
Christ on a pogo stick.
The third one accompanies a tweet that says “Chris loves hot dogs, too. Just trust me... it's going to be awesome!” and makes Zach’s stomach drops out of his body. His face flushes and he thinks his head might explode when he sees the photo of him with lust-filled eyes, hair mussed, and wearing nothing but thin grey cotton his briefs, stretched taut by his obviously straining erection.
He blinks at the image and shakes his phone, as if it’ll disappear after a few seconds. But no, it’s real. Zach curses Chris and mentally curses himself for teaching Chris how to post pics on twitter with his new iPhone.
Granted, Chris has a private twitter account and is followed by only a handful of close friends, but all it would take is for one of those people to copy and paste it or forward it through email for this to spread like wildfire all over the internet.
He calls Chris but it goes to voicemail. Frantically, Zach texts him. Four times. No response. He powerwalks home, the paperbag with his two iced drinks clenched in his fist and swinging by his side, and nearly breaks his key in the lock as he wrenches the door open.
“Chris!” he bellows and punctuates it with the slamming of the door.
His boyfriend appears and smiles brightly. “Oh, hey Zach. Thanks for getting my coffee,” he says, walking over to take the bag from Zach’s hand and place it on the kitchen counter. Chris either isn’t noticing, or is ignoring, the murderous expression on Zach’s face.
“What the fuck?!” Zach screeches.
Chris turns. “Umm.”
“Are you serious?! ‘Umm’?”
“So... you saw the pics I posted?” Chris asks, his voice lilting up at the end, as though he’s unsure if that might be the issue.
“What were you thinking?!”
“That I wanted to play with twitpic? Test it out?”
“With my crotch?!” Zach spits out.
Chris has the nerve to giggle. “It was artistic. I used that hipstamatic app you put on my phone last night,” Chris says with a shrug. “You tweet stupid things all the time. ‘Hey everyone, watch this stupid show cause it’ll be awesome! Trust me, yo.’” Chris mocks.
“Is that what this is? Your revenge for that one little hour you lost?” Zach shrieks.
“I could’ve been jacking off onto your face and chest during that one little hour!” Chris yells back. “Thousands of people saw your naked penis on stage and you’re worried about this?
“This is completely unfair payback!”
With a defiant and cocky grin, Chris steps into his space. “What are you going to do about it?” he breathes into Zach’s face.
Zach wants to hold onto his anger; Chris violated an unspoken trust between them by tweeting a photo taken during an intimate moment. But his resolve is crumbling, and pooling tightly in his groin, at the feel of Chris’ fingers teasing the skin along his waist and dipping below the waistband of his jeans while his mouth sucks on Zach’s collarbone.
“I really want to kill you right now,” Zach whispers as his eyes flutter shut.
“But you won’t cause you love me and you’d much rather take your pants off and teach me a lesson with this baseball bat of a dick you’re got here.” Chris’ hand cups the front of Zach’s jeans, fingers tracing the outline of the growing bulge there. There’s no point in denying that Chris knows exactly what to say to get Zach even more interested.
Zach draws in a shaky breath when Chris squeezes. “I’m going to kill --”
“Race you to the bedroom,” Chris says quickly and bolts down the hall.
By the time Zach gets there, Chris has already peeled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly on the floor. His hands are unbuckling his belt when Zach grabs him by the crook of his elbow, slams his back against the wall, and holds him there with his chest. Chris’ mouth falls open, a look of genuine shock on his face, and Zach tilts his head, his eyes flickering for a split second in a silent apology and requesting permission to be a bit ungentle.
He catches Chris’ gaze, sees that the stunned look has been replaced by horny mischief, and roughly takes both of Chris’ wrists and pins them to the wall above his head with one hand. Chris struggles, twisting under Zach and flexing his fingers. He dares to lean his head forward, mashing their mouths together in a brash kiss, biting at Zach’s bottom lip. Zach groans and captures Chris’ mouth, reclaiming control. They’re somewhat evenly matched in strength, which makes it all the more thrilling to feel Chris writhing and fighting back as he laughs breathlessly.
“Tell me what you want,” Zach says in a low voice, his other hand undoing Chris’ belt and unzipping Chris’ fly.
Chris bucks his hips suddenly and Zach almost looses his grip on Chris’ wrists. He presses his body even harder against Chris’ and slaps at his erection.
Chris whines at the harsh contact, and then focuses his eyes on Zach, a wicked grin on his face. “Fuck me and make me come with your cock.”
Zach’s jaw drops. “You mean... like that other time?”
Licking his lips, Chris nods. “Yeah, no hands on me. Think you can do it again?”
Chris had come like that a few weeks ago after they came home stumbling drunk from a party at Joe’s. He kept rolling around the bed, begging to be ‘stuffed full with cock’ so Zach fucked him against the wall and it was purely accidental when Chris came a couple thrusts in. They both had frozen in surprise after Chris finished shuddering and stared down wide-eyed at his spent dick and the splatter on the wall. Chris had turned to Zach, an expression of absolute wonder and pride, as if he had just won a coloring contest. Since then, Zach’s been able to finger Chris to orgasm through prostate stimulation alone a few times, but not while he’s been fucking him, much to Zach’s disappointment.
Zach blinked. “Yeah, I think --”
Zach’s words are cut off when Chris shoves at him and pushes him backward onto the bed. They both kick off their jeans and Chris crawls next to Zach, who’s leaning back on his arms.
Chris kneels on the bed, hands having tugged his brief low enough that Zach can see his dark bush peeking over the top of the elastic band. “Want these on or off?” he asks.
Zach smacks the back of Chris’ thigh and leans forward to yank the briefs down to his knees. As Chris’ cock bobs in the air, Zach catches it with his mouth and sucks on the head for a moment before releasing it with pop. He licks up the underside.
“Straddle me,” he tells Chris.
As Chris tosses his briefs, Zach props two pillows behind himself and turns around to see Chris setting his knees on either side of Zach’s torso. Zach grabs Chris’ ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze and smack, and then pulls him closer, guiding the swollen erection between his lips. He closes his eyes and concentrates on relaxing his gag reflex as Chris slowly fucks into mouth, fingers massaging Zach’s scalp. Chris begins to pump faster and Zach’s traces a fingertip down to press at his hole and finds that it’s already wet and there’s plenty of give.
He pulls off Chris and looks up at him. “Did you... already?”
With a laugh, Chris shimmies down Zach’s body and sits on his cotton-clad erection, grinding his ass on it. “Yeah, I’m ready to rumble.”
Zach grabs him by the biceps and giggles as he wrestles Chris to the bed until they’re both on their sides, Zach spooning and hugging Chris from behind. He lifts Chris’ leg, bending it slightly at the knee. Running a finger between Chris’ cheeks, Zach easily pushes a finger in and adds another, gently probing inside him.
“Wow, you’re really... were you playing with yourself?” he asks in Chris’ ear. Chris doesn’t say anything, but nods, and for some reason his shyness about it is such a goddamn turn on for Zach. “Were you thinking of me when you stuck your fingers up here?”
“Yeah,” Chris admitted quietly.
Zach growls in his ear and hugs Chris tighter, the tip of his cock catching on the small of Chris’ back as he cants his hips forward. Slipping his hand out, Zach carefully parts Chris’ cheeks with one hand while guiding the head of his erection to the wet entrance. He slides in smoothly and shifts down slightly so he can press the entire length of their bodies together. Chris raises his leg higher and Zach steadies it in the air as he pushes in the rest of the way until his balls are nestled right behind Chris’.
Pulling out an inch, he Zach kisses Chris on his shoulder, whispering to him, and eases back in. It takes a few slow and shallow thrusts before he builds up a quick pace, his hips snapping and his cock slamming into Chris while the bed creaks in time. After a couple minutes, Zach slows and leisurely rocks in and out of Chris, trying to brush the small nub with each pass. He knows he’s hit it when Chris whines and shivers in his arms. Speeding up again, Zach closes his eyes and concentrates on aiming for that same angle, but he begins to tire in that position and Chris’ leg begins to flag.
Gently pulling out of him, he nudges Chris onto his back, placing a pillow under Chris’ hips. Zach kisses the inside of one of his knees, rubs his hands up and down his chest, and lines himself up again. Soon, he’s pounding into Chris from above, watching as Chris’ face contorts in pleasure. He pushes Chris’ legs up.
“Uhhnn, no, I’m not that bendy,” Chris slurs.
“Yeah, you are.”
Zach holds Chris’ ankles in midair, still driving into him, hoping that he’ll find that spot that will make Chris sing. But the vision of Chris laid out under him, legs wobbling in the air and fingers twisted in the sheets, gets him too close to the edge, so Zach slows again. Call him unadventurous, but this still remains one of Zach’s favorite positions, mainly because he can see Chris’ face and also watch the way Chris’ red, neglected length bounces like a blur off his stomach. He resists the urge to wrap his hand around it and stroke it until it spills over his fingers.
Suddenly, Zach gets an idea and pulls out of Chris yet again.
“You okay? Need a break?” Zach pants.
“No, why are you... fucking get back inside me,” Chris whines, arching his back off the bed. His pupils are so dilated that the blue of his irises are almost non-existent. His face is pink with exertion, lips red from gasping and moaning.
Zach manhandles Chris until he’s on all fours, diagonal on the bed. He glances at the mirror on the wall, and it’s like a light bulb goes off over Chris’ head. They have a perfect view of Zach as he’s kneeling behind Chris, smoothing his hands up and down Chris’ back.
“This good?” Zach asks.
Chris wiggles his ass in response, and Zach grabs his hips and buries himself into Chris’ warm tightness. Within a few seconds, he’s fucking into Chris relentlessly and Chris is egging him on with his moaning and cursing. Zach’s eyes lock on Chris’ in the mirror and he sees the corner of Chris’ mouth curl upward as he lowers his upper body to the bed and arches his back.
“Like that. C’mon, make me shoot,” he gasps in between Zach’s thrusts, hands gripping the side of the mattress, every muscle in his body jiggling as Zach drills sharply into him. “I want to see what I look like when you make me come.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come right now, fucker,” Zach pants. He closes his eyes and hears Chris’ breathy laughter.
Zach looks down to where his cock is disappearing into Chris, stretching the ring of skin with each outward slide. The backs of Chris’ thighs and his ass are bright pink from the repeated slapping against Zach’s skin. Glancing in the mirror, he sees the dangle of Chris’ balls and the drooling cock that’s waving helplessly beneath him. He can even make out a few darkened drops on the sheets from where Chris has leaked on it. With a grunt, Zach pulls out almost all the way and leans back slightly, carefully entering Chris only halfway, determined to ignore the coiling burn in his nuts to focus on getting that angle right. He pumps his hips rapidly, keeping only the tip of his cock and the first few inches beyond that inside Chris.
Then Chris yelps. "There! There, there, there, fucking right there!"
Zach’s pace wavers for a moment, but he continues, thrusting hard, rubbing the head over that bump and enjoying feel of Chris shaking uncontrollably under his hands. It builds quickly and soon Chris throws his head back with a loud sob. Zach looks up at their reflections in the mirror just in time to see Chris’ cock jump twice before it shoots a thick, satisfying arc that lands across the sheets. It’s immediately followed by three more spurts as Chris wails and clenches around Zach. Burying himself to the hilt, Zach shudders with his eyes screwed shut, fingernails digging into Chris’ skin, and comes deep inside him with a few rocks of his hips.
When he opens his eyes, Chris is staring back at him through the mirror, a crooked smile on his lips. Zach gives Chris’ ass a gentle rub and a pat, carefully slipping out of him and then helping him lie back on the bed. Chris’ arms come up to encircle Zach. He places a kiss on Zach’s face as he stretches out, half on top of him.
They drift off, listening to the sound of their breathing, until Chris chuckles.
“What would’ve happened if I had tweeted the photo I took after you took your underwear off?” His voice is low and raspy.
“No,” Zach moans, smooshing his face into Chris’ chest. He turns his head and peers up at Chris. “You’re not allowed to take any more photos of me with your phone while we’re in the bedroom.”
There’s a pause before Chris pipes up. “But videos are okay?”
Word Count: 2572
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chris tweets a photo of Zach’s crotch. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP, a bit of rough sex, and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
The first inkling that something is wrong was the exchange he has with his brother over text message while waiting in line at Peets.
I did not need to see that.
what are you talking about?
Like you don’t know.
Five minutes later, Zach’s waiting for his iced coffee and Chris’ iced latte when he gets a tweet from John Cho. Then Neal. Then Simon.
Zach gets his order from the pick up counter and sets them down at a nearby empty table. He checks his twitter feed and sees that @chrisluvsburritos tweeted three twitpics within the twenty minutes he’s been away from the house. The first one is of Harold with a bitchy look on his face. The second one is Noah, asleep in his doggy bed. And the third one.
Christ on a pogo stick.
The third one accompanies a tweet that says “Chris loves hot dogs, too. Just trust me... it's going to be awesome!” and makes Zach’s stomach drops out of his body. His face flushes and he thinks his head might explode when he sees the photo of him with lust-filled eyes, hair mussed, and wearing nothing but thin grey cotton his briefs, stretched taut by his obviously straining erection.
He blinks at the image and shakes his phone, as if it’ll disappear after a few seconds. But no, it’s real. Zach curses Chris and mentally curses himself for teaching Chris how to post pics on twitter with his new iPhone.
Granted, Chris has a private twitter account and is followed by only a handful of close friends, but all it would take is for one of those people to copy and paste it or forward it through email for this to spread like wildfire all over the internet.
He calls Chris but it goes to voicemail. Frantically, Zach texts him. Four times. No response. He powerwalks home, the paperbag with his two iced drinks clenched in his fist and swinging by his side, and nearly breaks his key in the lock as he wrenches the door open.
“Chris!” he bellows and punctuates it with the slamming of the door.
His boyfriend appears and smiles brightly. “Oh, hey Zach. Thanks for getting my coffee,” he says, walking over to take the bag from Zach’s hand and place it on the kitchen counter. Chris either isn’t noticing, or is ignoring, the murderous expression on Zach’s face.
“What the fuck?!” Zach screeches.
Chris turns. “Umm.”
“Are you serious?! ‘Umm’?”
“So... you saw the pics I posted?” Chris asks, his voice lilting up at the end, as though he’s unsure if that might be the issue.
“What were you thinking?!”
“That I wanted to play with twitpic? Test it out?”
“With my crotch?!” Zach spits out.
Chris has the nerve to giggle. “It was artistic. I used that hipstamatic app you put on my phone last night,” Chris says with a shrug. “You tweet stupid things all the time. ‘Hey everyone, watch this stupid show cause it’ll be awesome! Trust me, yo.’” Chris mocks.
“Is that what this is? Your revenge for that one little hour you lost?” Zach shrieks.
“I could’ve been jacking off onto your face and chest during that one little hour!” Chris yells back. “Thousands of people saw your naked penis on stage and you’re worried about this?
“This is completely unfair payback!”
With a defiant and cocky grin, Chris steps into his space. “What are you going to do about it?” he breathes into Zach’s face.
Zach wants to hold onto his anger; Chris violated an unspoken trust between them by tweeting a photo taken during an intimate moment. But his resolve is crumbling, and pooling tightly in his groin, at the feel of Chris’ fingers teasing the skin along his waist and dipping below the waistband of his jeans while his mouth sucks on Zach’s collarbone.
“I really want to kill you right now,” Zach whispers as his eyes flutter shut.
“But you won’t cause you love me and you’d much rather take your pants off and teach me a lesson with this baseball bat of a dick you’re got here.” Chris’ hand cups the front of Zach’s jeans, fingers tracing the outline of the growing bulge there. There’s no point in denying that Chris knows exactly what to say to get Zach even more interested.
Zach draws in a shaky breath when Chris squeezes. “I’m going to kill --”
“Race you to the bedroom,” Chris says quickly and bolts down the hall.
By the time Zach gets there, Chris has already peeled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly on the floor. His hands are unbuckling his belt when Zach grabs him by the crook of his elbow, slams his back against the wall, and holds him there with his chest. Chris’ mouth falls open, a look of genuine shock on his face, and Zach tilts his head, his eyes flickering for a split second in a silent apology and requesting permission to be a bit ungentle.
He catches Chris’ gaze, sees that the stunned look has been replaced by horny mischief, and roughly takes both of Chris’ wrists and pins them to the wall above his head with one hand. Chris struggles, twisting under Zach and flexing his fingers. He dares to lean his head forward, mashing their mouths together in a brash kiss, biting at Zach’s bottom lip. Zach groans and captures Chris’ mouth, reclaiming control. They’re somewhat evenly matched in strength, which makes it all the more thrilling to feel Chris writhing and fighting back as he laughs breathlessly.
“Tell me what you want,” Zach says in a low voice, his other hand undoing Chris’ belt and unzipping Chris’ fly.
Chris bucks his hips suddenly and Zach almost looses his grip on Chris’ wrists. He presses his body even harder against Chris’ and slaps at his erection.
Chris whines at the harsh contact, and then focuses his eyes on Zach, a wicked grin on his face. “Fuck me and make me come with your cock.”
Zach’s jaw drops. “You mean... like that other time?”
Licking his lips, Chris nods. “Yeah, no hands on me. Think you can do it again?”
Chris had come like that a few weeks ago after they came home stumbling drunk from a party at Joe’s. He kept rolling around the bed, begging to be ‘stuffed full with cock’ so Zach fucked him against the wall and it was purely accidental when Chris came a couple thrusts in. They both had frozen in surprise after Chris finished shuddering and stared down wide-eyed at his spent dick and the splatter on the wall. Chris had turned to Zach, an expression of absolute wonder and pride, as if he had just won a coloring contest. Since then, Zach’s been able to finger Chris to orgasm through prostate stimulation alone a few times, but not while he’s been fucking him, much to Zach’s disappointment.
Zach blinked. “Yeah, I think --”
Zach’s words are cut off when Chris shoves at him and pushes him backward onto the bed. They both kick off their jeans and Chris crawls next to Zach, who’s leaning back on his arms.
Chris kneels on the bed, hands having tugged his brief low enough that Zach can see his dark bush peeking over the top of the elastic band. “Want these on or off?” he asks.
Zach smacks the back of Chris’ thigh and leans forward to yank the briefs down to his knees. As Chris’ cock bobs in the air, Zach catches it with his mouth and sucks on the head for a moment before releasing it with pop. He licks up the underside.
“Straddle me,” he tells Chris.
As Chris tosses his briefs, Zach props two pillows behind himself and turns around to see Chris setting his knees on either side of Zach’s torso. Zach grabs Chris’ ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze and smack, and then pulls him closer, guiding the swollen erection between his lips. He closes his eyes and concentrates on relaxing his gag reflex as Chris slowly fucks into mouth, fingers massaging Zach’s scalp. Chris begins to pump faster and Zach’s traces a fingertip down to press at his hole and finds that it’s already wet and there’s plenty of give.
He pulls off Chris and looks up at him. “Did you... already?”
With a laugh, Chris shimmies down Zach’s body and sits on his cotton-clad erection, grinding his ass on it. “Yeah, I’m ready to rumble.”
Zach grabs him by the biceps and giggles as he wrestles Chris to the bed until they’re both on their sides, Zach spooning and hugging Chris from behind. He lifts Chris’ leg, bending it slightly at the knee. Running a finger between Chris’ cheeks, Zach easily pushes a finger in and adds another, gently probing inside him.
“Wow, you’re really... were you playing with yourself?” he asks in Chris’ ear. Chris doesn’t say anything, but nods, and for some reason his shyness about it is such a goddamn turn on for Zach. “Were you thinking of me when you stuck your fingers up here?”
“Yeah,” Chris admitted quietly.
Zach growls in his ear and hugs Chris tighter, the tip of his cock catching on the small of Chris’ back as he cants his hips forward. Slipping his hand out, Zach carefully parts Chris’ cheeks with one hand while guiding the head of his erection to the wet entrance. He slides in smoothly and shifts down slightly so he can press the entire length of their bodies together. Chris raises his leg higher and Zach steadies it in the air as he pushes in the rest of the way until his balls are nestled right behind Chris’.
Pulling out an inch, he Zach kisses Chris on his shoulder, whispering to him, and eases back in. It takes a few slow and shallow thrusts before he builds up a quick pace, his hips snapping and his cock slamming into Chris while the bed creaks in time. After a couple minutes, Zach slows and leisurely rocks in and out of Chris, trying to brush the small nub with each pass. He knows he’s hit it when Chris whines and shivers in his arms. Speeding up again, Zach closes his eyes and concentrates on aiming for that same angle, but he begins to tire in that position and Chris’ leg begins to flag.
Gently pulling out of him, he nudges Chris onto his back, placing a pillow under Chris’ hips. Zach kisses the inside of one of his knees, rubs his hands up and down his chest, and lines himself up again. Soon, he’s pounding into Chris from above, watching as Chris’ face contorts in pleasure. He pushes Chris’ legs up.
“Uhhnn, no, I’m not that bendy,” Chris slurs.
“Yeah, you are.”
Zach holds Chris’ ankles in midair, still driving into him, hoping that he’ll find that spot that will make Chris sing. But the vision of Chris laid out under him, legs wobbling in the air and fingers twisted in the sheets, gets him too close to the edge, so Zach slows again. Call him unadventurous, but this still remains one of Zach’s favorite positions, mainly because he can see Chris’ face and also watch the way Chris’ red, neglected length bounces like a blur off his stomach. He resists the urge to wrap his hand around it and stroke it until it spills over his fingers.
Suddenly, Zach gets an idea and pulls out of Chris yet again.
“You okay? Need a break?” Zach pants.
“No, why are you... fucking get back inside me,” Chris whines, arching his back off the bed. His pupils are so dilated that the blue of his irises are almost non-existent. His face is pink with exertion, lips red from gasping and moaning.
Zach manhandles Chris until he’s on all fours, diagonal on the bed. He glances at the mirror on the wall, and it’s like a light bulb goes off over Chris’ head. They have a perfect view of Zach as he’s kneeling behind Chris, smoothing his hands up and down Chris’ back.
“This good?” Zach asks.
Chris wiggles his ass in response, and Zach grabs his hips and buries himself into Chris’ warm tightness. Within a few seconds, he’s fucking into Chris relentlessly and Chris is egging him on with his moaning and cursing. Zach’s eyes lock on Chris’ in the mirror and he sees the corner of Chris’ mouth curl upward as he lowers his upper body to the bed and arches his back.
“Like that. C’mon, make me shoot,” he gasps in between Zach’s thrusts, hands gripping the side of the mattress, every muscle in his body jiggling as Zach drills sharply into him. “I want to see what I look like when you make me come.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come right now, fucker,” Zach pants. He closes his eyes and hears Chris’ breathy laughter.
Zach looks down to where his cock is disappearing into Chris, stretching the ring of skin with each outward slide. The backs of Chris’ thighs and his ass are bright pink from the repeated slapping against Zach’s skin. Glancing in the mirror, he sees the dangle of Chris’ balls and the drooling cock that’s waving helplessly beneath him. He can even make out a few darkened drops on the sheets from where Chris has leaked on it. With a grunt, Zach pulls out almost all the way and leans back slightly, carefully entering Chris only halfway, determined to ignore the coiling burn in his nuts to focus on getting that angle right. He pumps his hips rapidly, keeping only the tip of his cock and the first few inches beyond that inside Chris.
Then Chris yelps. "There! There, there, there, fucking right there!"
Zach’s pace wavers for a moment, but he continues, thrusting hard, rubbing the head over that bump and enjoying feel of Chris shaking uncontrollably under his hands. It builds quickly and soon Chris throws his head back with a loud sob. Zach looks up at their reflections in the mirror just in time to see Chris’ cock jump twice before it shoots a thick, satisfying arc that lands across the sheets. It’s immediately followed by three more spurts as Chris wails and clenches around Zach. Burying himself to the hilt, Zach shudders with his eyes screwed shut, fingernails digging into Chris’ skin, and comes deep inside him with a few rocks of his hips.
When he opens his eyes, Chris is staring back at him through the mirror, a crooked smile on his lips. Zach gives Chris’ ass a gentle rub and a pat, carefully slipping out of him and then helping him lie back on the bed. Chris’ arms come up to encircle Zach. He places a kiss on Zach’s face as he stretches out, half on top of him.
They drift off, listening to the sound of their breathing, until Chris chuckles.
“What would’ve happened if I had tweeted the photo I took after you took your underwear off?” His voice is low and raspy.
“No,” Zach moans, smooshing his face into Chris’ chest. He turns his head and peers up at Chris. “You’re not allowed to take any more photos of me with your phone while we’re in the bedroom.”
There’s a pause before Chris pipes up. “But videos are okay?”