Fic: Waiting
Title: Waiting
Rating: R
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word Count: 2865
Sequel to: Everyone Does It
Summary: Chris does everything on his own schedule. Zach has to wait.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Author's Note: No beta, so apologies for any errors.
This is a sequel to Everyone Does It, so you might want to read that first..
***
They hadn't mentioned that night since it had happened.. Neither of them had forgotten, to be sure, but it had become an unspoken secret that made the two men occasionally glance at each other with mischievous eyes and sly smiles. Chris had left him with the promise of 'blow jobs and fucking' but he had made no clear indication of when those would occur. Not wanting to appear too needy, Zachary had refrained from asking 'when' and 'where' and had simply resigned himself to waiting.
In the meantime, Zach had resumed his routine. He continued to wind-down at the end of a long day by crashing on the couch in his trailer, his hand down his pants, and thoughts of Chris in his head. It always ended the same: eyes closed, head back, moaning Chris's name.
Zach had always been a fan of little daily routines - walking Noah, stopping for coffee, reading the paper, doing the crossword. It gave him a sense of calm and normalcy in his otherwise hectic life. His latest daily routine was no different. Sure, it was enjoyable -goddamn fucking enjoyable- but it was also strangely comforting.
Chris, on the other hand, was never a fan of routines, or schedules, or even of being on time for things. Arrange to meet him for coffee and it was a guarantee that that he'd roll in at least twenty minutes late, hair a mess, and wearing whatever clothes he'd found on the floor that morning. He could have been the poster boy for the term 'flying by the seat of your pants'.
So, as it stood, Zach waited.
It wasn't often that his daily routine was thrown by the wayside, but once such instance was the result of a hastily thrown together bar night with the cast. Zoe had suggested it just as shooting had ended for the day, and John, Karl, and Chris had agreed immediately. Zach was bit more hesitant in his reply, and he was sure he caught a smirk on Chris's face when he reluctantly agreed.
So, that was how Zachary found himself at a dive bar, stuck behind a tiny table, wedged between Zoe and Chris. Zoe was nearly in his lap, and his entire right side was pressed against Chris's. He was wearing his giant glasses, in an attempt to cover his half-missing eyebrows, and his goal for the evening was to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. When he attempted to gain some personal space, struggling to make himself as small -physically- as possible, he couldn't help notice that as he inched away Chris moved closer.
Zach glanced at Chris out of the corner of his eye, and he could see the younger man staring at him - Chris's eyes planted firmly on Zach, a smirk escaping from the corners of his mouth. Suddenly Zach felt a hand on his right knee, and he sat up straighter as it began slowly creeping up his leg. He reached for the drink Zoe had ordered for him and downed it in one gulp. Of course he'd been waiting for a second tryst with Chris, but he hadn't imagined it would be in public, surrounded by their friends. In an attempt to stop whatever was about to happen, Zach turned to Chris.
“Aren't you going to have a drink?” he asked.
Chris grinned. “Nope, I'm aiming to stay sober tonight. I wanna remember all the details.”
Karl, sitting on the other side of Chris, had overheard this comment and guffawed.
“Details?” Karl snapped in a snarky southern drawl, seemingly still in character. “Why the hell would you want to remember the details of this rundown place?”
Chris shook his head. “Nah, I just mean, of you guys. Of tonight. We don't have many more weeks of shooting left.”
“Aww, Pine.. I didn't know you were such a sap.” Karl laughed and rolled his eyes, slapping Chris on the shoulder, before turning his attention back to his conversation with John.
“Nice save. Real smooth..” Zach whispered as he stared into his empty glass.
“Shut up” Chris whispered back harshly, but Zach could tell that Chris was grinning.
As the night wore on, Zoe ordered more drinks, Zach downed several of them, and Chris's hand remained on Zachary's thigh. Zach was in the middle of an intense conversation with Zoe about a scene they had filmed earlier in the day, when they were interrupted by patron claiming to be a huge fan. Zoe -never one to be rude to a fan- turned her attention from Zachary, and allowed herself to be pulled out onto the dance floor.
Zach barely had time to lift his glass to his mouth when he felt Chris make his move. His hand began stroking Zachary's thigh. Lightly at first, but then more intensely. Zach swallowed his drink, and shifted a little as he felt his cock begin to grow hard.
Glancing around, Zach wondered if anyone could see what was happening. John and Karl were already very drunk and immersed in their own conversation, and the other patrons barely seemed to notice them at such a tiny table in the back corner. Despite this, he forced himself not to look at Chris - no need to draw more attention to them than was necessary. Chris noticed this, however, and seemed to make it his mission to get Zachary to look at him. The stroking motion on Zach's thigh suddenly stopped, and Chris snaked his fingers up towards Zach's bulge.
Chris grasped Zachary's cock through the material. Zach nearly jolted at the sudden contact, but he willed his body to remain still. Once again, Chris began stroking, moving his fingers along Zach's shaft and occasionally running them over the head. As precum began leaking through the material, Zach felt a brief sense of panic - wondering how he'd get out of the bar with a wet stain on his pants. The panic soon disappeared, however, as Zach became lost in a haze of drunkenness and desire.
As Chris continued stroking, Zach felt his body begin to relax and he leaned back against the bench allowing his legs to fall open slightly. Chris used this opportunity to move his hand to Zachary's zipper, and he began slowly inching it down. He reached his hand inside Zach's pants and gripped his cock tightly. The friction and the heat were almost too much as Zachary felt his mouth fall open, and he finally turned to look at Chris. Zach's eyes were dark with desire, and he stared at the younger man.
Chris stared back at him, gave a few slow pumps, and then suddenly withdrew his hand, zipped up Zach's pants and turned towards Karl.
“So what're you two talking about anyway?” He asked with a grin.
Karl turned to Chris, and began a slurred explanation of why the swordsmen of Rohan are clearly superior to Starfleet's 'wimpy' fencers. John was attempting to interject with his own opinion, and Chris seemed to be listening intently.
Zach stared at the back of Chris's head in complete shock. To say he was left 'blue-balled' was an understatement. His erection was straining against his pants, and he was soon seething as he moved from desire to confusion to anger.
'What the fuck was that?' he thought to himself. He glanced at his empty glass, and then turned his gaze towards the dance floor to see if he could spot Zoe. He pulled off his glasses, and reached up to run his hands over his half eyebrows - suddenly feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of that place, but it was several minutes before his erection disappeared and he was able to leave his seat.
Finally calming the bulge in his pants, he seize the opportunity to escape. Sliding off the bench, he spit out a quick “see you guys later” and made a bee-line for the nearest exit. He heard Chris yell “wait” but he was too angry to bother turning around. Keeping his eyes on the floor, he brushed past several people and raised his head only long enough to try to locate a cab outside the bar. To his relief he spotted several waiting cabs, and he jumped into one. His relief was fleeting, however, as Chris Pine suddenly appeared and climbed into the cab with him.
Zachary nearly spat his address at the cabdriver, and they sped off.
“What's going on?” Chris asked him in a whisper. For the second time that night, Zachary glanced at Chris out of the corner of his eye but said nothing.
The rest of the drive was silent. Chris staring at Zach in confusion, and Zachary doing his best to ignore Chris. When they finally arrived at Zach's house, he paid the cabbie and climbed out of the car. Chris climbed out with him, and followed him to his front door.
“Seriously, Zach, what the hell is going on?” Chris was almost pleading now.
Zach ignored him as he fumbled with the lock, but once the door was open he allowed Chris to follow him inside. Zachary wandered around, turning on a few lights, and then he finally turned to face Chris.
“You want to know what's going on?” He spat. “I was hoping you could tell me!”
Chris's brows furrowed and he stared at Zach in confusion.
“Umm... What?” Chris asked.
“That shit you just pulled at the bar!” Zach nearly yelled. “What the hell was that?”
Chris continued to just stare at him, open-mouthed. “I.. I thought we sort of agreed to this.. You know, blow jobs and fucking? If you changed your mind, you could've just told me..”
Zach shook his head and laughed awkwardly. “I didn't change my mind Christopher. You should know better than anyone that I want it.”
Chris closed his eyes and pinched between them. “So, why are you mad, exactly? I don't get it.”
Zach sighed in exasperation. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? You got me all hot and bothered, in public no less! And then you just STOP! You stop, with no explanation, and you start talking to Karl and John and IGNORE ME!” Zach cringed at himself as he said it. He didn't want to come across as the whiny type, but damned if he wasn't pissed at this point.
Chris stared at him in shock, and then burst into laughter.
Zach flung his arms up in frustration. “Fuck this.” he sighed, as he turned to leave the room.
“No, no, no” Chris said quickly, moving towards Zach and catching him by the wrist. “Wait, wait.. you don't understand.”
Zach paused mid-step, and he waited.
Chris turned Zach towards him, and attempted to explain: “I didn't do that to be a jerk. I did it for fun, I thought we'd both like it. And I stopped because.. well, what other option did I have? Keep going and let you jizz all over your pants or the underside of that table?” Chris grinned at him.
Zach smirked slightly. “Go on..”
“Seriously man.. I thought you'd enjoy it. I fucking enjoyed it! And I wasn't ignoring you.. I just had to turn my attention somewhere else so we could both cool off for a minute. I'm sorry I couldn't explain that with Karl and John sitting right there, but that would've been awkward” he explained, saying the last word in a sing-song voice.
Zachary looked into Chris's amused blue eyes, and he felt his anger begin to disappear.
“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. “I guess I overreacted.”
Chris grinned at him. “Nahh, it's my fault” he responded, “I wasn't thinking about how you might take it.” He gave Zach a little shove. “I didn't know you'd act like such a girl over it though”
Zach gave him a fake shocked look, and gently shoved him back. “Shut up” he said quietly. “I'm not used to the Chris Pine style of relationships.”
Chris looked a little hurt. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Zach attempted to explain: “You know, no set rules, no set guidelines.. Hell, not even any timeline. Just whenever, wherever. Might happen, might not. I'm not used to that.”
Chris pondered this for a minute. “So, what could I do to make it easier on you?”
Zach smiled sheepishly. “Just try to let me know when things are going to happen. Don't leave me waiting and wondering.”
Chris smiled back at him. “Can do.”
With the misunderstanding resolved, Zach's mind flashed back to the bar and their earlier encounter. Growing hard again, he clasped his hand to the back of Chris's head and brought their mouths together. Zach's tongue darted inside Chris's mouth, before licking the younger man's pink lips. Their hands grasped at each other as they attempted to remove shirts while separating their lips as little as possible.
Chris moved his hand down to clasp Zach's erection through his pants, and Zachary's hands reached to grab Chris's ass and pull him closer.
“Fuck..” Chris sighed, as he attempted to undo Zach's belt. “I wanna see your cock. I wish I could've said that in the bar tonight.”
Zach moaned as his erection was finally released from the confines of his pants.
Palming Zach's cock, Chris pushed him back against the wall.
“Do you want to move to the couch?” Zach asked breathlessly.
“Here's fine.” Chris panted, as he lowered himself to his knees.
Zach's eyes closed as Chris grasped his balls and stroked them softly. He sighed and his head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. The stroking stopped and Zach braced himself, anticipating the feeling of his cock entering Chris's wet mouth.
He waited.. And waited.
Finally he raised his head, and glanced down to find Chris staring back up at him with an amused look on his face.
“I just wanted to let you know.. I'm going to blow you now.” Chris grinned.
Zach stared at him, open-mouthed. “That's not what I meant!” He exclaimed with a laugh.
Chris gave him a ridiculous smile, “I know.” Zach smirked and then closed his eyes as he felt Chris's hot breath on his erection.
Zach drew a sharp intake of breath as, finally, Chris's lips moved over the tip and he took Zach's hard cock into his mouth. Chris's tongue circled around the tip a few times, as he palmed Zachary's balls with his right hand. Pulling Zach's erection out of his mouth, Chris dragged his tongue along the shaft. Then, placing his hands on Zach's hips, Chris licked Zachary's balls before allowing his tongue to run upwards and around his erection. He licked languidly along Zach's treasure trail, and back and forth across his hipbones.
It was all Zach could do to keep from thrusting his aching cock back into Chris's mouth. “Please..” he panted.
Chris grinned and moved his mouth back down to Zachary's erection. He licked the tip again quickly, before taking the entire shaft into his mouth. Zach's hips bucked and his left hand reached out to grasp the back of Chris's head. His fingers were splayed through the younger man's hair, as he attempted to maintain the contact between his cock and Chris's hot wet mouth.
Chris's hands reached behind Zachary to clasp his ass, slightly increasing the suction as he used his hands and mouth to force Zach's body into a pumping motion. Zachary's hands fell back against the wall, and it was all he could do to hold himself up as he arched his back, pumping his hips towards Chris.
“I'm gonna come..” Zach said, barely able to speak.
Chris's fingers dug into Zachary's ass, as he increased his pace. Zach's head fell back as he reached his climax.
“Chrissss..” Zach sighed as he came in Chris's mouth.
Chris swallowed all of Zach's orgasm before running his tongue over the shaft one last time.
He released Zach's cock from his mouth, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up to face Zachary.
Still using the wall for support, Zach reached out towards Chris. “Your turn.” he panted, grasping for Chris's belt buckle, his eyes on Chris's obvious erection.
Chris stopped him, laughing. “Next time. When you're less drunk.”
Zach paused and looked at him. “Next time? But... how will I know..?”
Chris grinned. “Yes, next time. And as for when that'll be, I'll leave it up to you.”
Zach furrowed his eyebrows, “and that's okay with you?”
“Of course,” Chris replied. “Compromise is necessary in a relationship.”
Zach nearly choked. “Relationship?”
Chris laughed again, “hey man, you said it first! Some hysterical whining about not being used to a Chris Pine relationship?”
Zach sighed, his face breaking into a smile. “Shut up..”
Zach allowed himself to slide down the wall, coming to a seated position on the floor. Chris sat down next to him.
“So, when do you want to do it next?” Chris asked excitedly.
Zach gave him a coy grin. “I'm not sure. You'll have to wait and see.”
***
Part 3: Just Enjoy It
Part 4: I Want It
Rating: R
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word Count: 2865
Sequel to: Everyone Does It
Summary: Chris does everything on his own schedule. Zach has to wait.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Author's Note: No beta, so apologies for any errors.
This is a sequel to Everyone Does It, so you might want to read that first..
***
They hadn't mentioned that night since it had happened.. Neither of them had forgotten, to be sure, but it had become an unspoken secret that made the two men occasionally glance at each other with mischievous eyes and sly smiles. Chris had left him with the promise of 'blow jobs and fucking' but he had made no clear indication of when those would occur. Not wanting to appear too needy, Zachary had refrained from asking 'when' and 'where' and had simply resigned himself to waiting.
In the meantime, Zach had resumed his routine. He continued to wind-down at the end of a long day by crashing on the couch in his trailer, his hand down his pants, and thoughts of Chris in his head. It always ended the same: eyes closed, head back, moaning Chris's name.
Zach had always been a fan of little daily routines - walking Noah, stopping for coffee, reading the paper, doing the crossword. It gave him a sense of calm and normalcy in his otherwise hectic life. His latest daily routine was no different. Sure, it was enjoyable -goddamn fucking enjoyable- but it was also strangely comforting.
Chris, on the other hand, was never a fan of routines, or schedules, or even of being on time for things. Arrange to meet him for coffee and it was a guarantee that that he'd roll in at least twenty minutes late, hair a mess, and wearing whatever clothes he'd found on the floor that morning. He could have been the poster boy for the term 'flying by the seat of your pants'.
So, as it stood, Zach waited.
It wasn't often that his daily routine was thrown by the wayside, but once such instance was the result of a hastily thrown together bar night with the cast. Zoe had suggested it just as shooting had ended for the day, and John, Karl, and Chris had agreed immediately. Zach was bit more hesitant in his reply, and he was sure he caught a smirk on Chris's face when he reluctantly agreed.
So, that was how Zachary found himself at a dive bar, stuck behind a tiny table, wedged between Zoe and Chris. Zoe was nearly in his lap, and his entire right side was pressed against Chris's. He was wearing his giant glasses, in an attempt to cover his half-missing eyebrows, and his goal for the evening was to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. When he attempted to gain some personal space, struggling to make himself as small -physically- as possible, he couldn't help notice that as he inched away Chris moved closer.
Zach glanced at Chris out of the corner of his eye, and he could see the younger man staring at him - Chris's eyes planted firmly on Zach, a smirk escaping from the corners of his mouth. Suddenly Zach felt a hand on his right knee, and he sat up straighter as it began slowly creeping up his leg. He reached for the drink Zoe had ordered for him and downed it in one gulp. Of course he'd been waiting for a second tryst with Chris, but he hadn't imagined it would be in public, surrounded by their friends. In an attempt to stop whatever was about to happen, Zach turned to Chris.
“Aren't you going to have a drink?” he asked.
Chris grinned. “Nope, I'm aiming to stay sober tonight. I wanna remember all the details.”
Karl, sitting on the other side of Chris, had overheard this comment and guffawed.
“Details?” Karl snapped in a snarky southern drawl, seemingly still in character. “Why the hell would you want to remember the details of this rundown place?”
Chris shook his head. “Nah, I just mean, of you guys. Of tonight. We don't have many more weeks of shooting left.”
“Aww, Pine.. I didn't know you were such a sap.” Karl laughed and rolled his eyes, slapping Chris on the shoulder, before turning his attention back to his conversation with John.
“Nice save. Real smooth..” Zach whispered as he stared into his empty glass.
“Shut up” Chris whispered back harshly, but Zach could tell that Chris was grinning.
As the night wore on, Zoe ordered more drinks, Zach downed several of them, and Chris's hand remained on Zachary's thigh. Zach was in the middle of an intense conversation with Zoe about a scene they had filmed earlier in the day, when they were interrupted by patron claiming to be a huge fan. Zoe -never one to be rude to a fan- turned her attention from Zachary, and allowed herself to be pulled out onto the dance floor.
Zach barely had time to lift his glass to his mouth when he felt Chris make his move. His hand began stroking Zachary's thigh. Lightly at first, but then more intensely. Zach swallowed his drink, and shifted a little as he felt his cock begin to grow hard.
Glancing around, Zach wondered if anyone could see what was happening. John and Karl were already very drunk and immersed in their own conversation, and the other patrons barely seemed to notice them at such a tiny table in the back corner. Despite this, he forced himself not to look at Chris - no need to draw more attention to them than was necessary. Chris noticed this, however, and seemed to make it his mission to get Zachary to look at him. The stroking motion on Zach's thigh suddenly stopped, and Chris snaked his fingers up towards Zach's bulge.
Chris grasped Zachary's cock through the material. Zach nearly jolted at the sudden contact, but he willed his body to remain still. Once again, Chris began stroking, moving his fingers along Zach's shaft and occasionally running them over the head. As precum began leaking through the material, Zach felt a brief sense of panic - wondering how he'd get out of the bar with a wet stain on his pants. The panic soon disappeared, however, as Zach became lost in a haze of drunkenness and desire.
As Chris continued stroking, Zach felt his body begin to relax and he leaned back against the bench allowing his legs to fall open slightly. Chris used this opportunity to move his hand to Zachary's zipper, and he began slowly inching it down. He reached his hand inside Zach's pants and gripped his cock tightly. The friction and the heat were almost too much as Zachary felt his mouth fall open, and he finally turned to look at Chris. Zach's eyes were dark with desire, and he stared at the younger man.
Chris stared back at him, gave a few slow pumps, and then suddenly withdrew his hand, zipped up Zach's pants and turned towards Karl.
“So what're you two talking about anyway?” He asked with a grin.
Karl turned to Chris, and began a slurred explanation of why the swordsmen of Rohan are clearly superior to Starfleet's 'wimpy' fencers. John was attempting to interject with his own opinion, and Chris seemed to be listening intently.
Zach stared at the back of Chris's head in complete shock. To say he was left 'blue-balled' was an understatement. His erection was straining against his pants, and he was soon seething as he moved from desire to confusion to anger.
'What the fuck was that?' he thought to himself. He glanced at his empty glass, and then turned his gaze towards the dance floor to see if he could spot Zoe. He pulled off his glasses, and reached up to run his hands over his half eyebrows - suddenly feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of that place, but it was several minutes before his erection disappeared and he was able to leave his seat.
Finally calming the bulge in his pants, he seize the opportunity to escape. Sliding off the bench, he spit out a quick “see you guys later” and made a bee-line for the nearest exit. He heard Chris yell “wait” but he was too angry to bother turning around. Keeping his eyes on the floor, he brushed past several people and raised his head only long enough to try to locate a cab outside the bar. To his relief he spotted several waiting cabs, and he jumped into one. His relief was fleeting, however, as Chris Pine suddenly appeared and climbed into the cab with him.
Zachary nearly spat his address at the cabdriver, and they sped off.
“What's going on?” Chris asked him in a whisper. For the second time that night, Zachary glanced at Chris out of the corner of his eye but said nothing.
The rest of the drive was silent. Chris staring at Zach in confusion, and Zachary doing his best to ignore Chris. When they finally arrived at Zach's house, he paid the cabbie and climbed out of the car. Chris climbed out with him, and followed him to his front door.
“Seriously, Zach, what the hell is going on?” Chris was almost pleading now.
Zach ignored him as he fumbled with the lock, but once the door was open he allowed Chris to follow him inside. Zachary wandered around, turning on a few lights, and then he finally turned to face Chris.
“You want to know what's going on?” He spat. “I was hoping you could tell me!”
Chris's brows furrowed and he stared at Zach in confusion.
“Umm... What?” Chris asked.
“That shit you just pulled at the bar!” Zach nearly yelled. “What the hell was that?”
Chris continued to just stare at him, open-mouthed. “I.. I thought we sort of agreed to this.. You know, blow jobs and fucking? If you changed your mind, you could've just told me..”
Zach shook his head and laughed awkwardly. “I didn't change my mind Christopher. You should know better than anyone that I want it.”
Chris closed his eyes and pinched between them. “So, why are you mad, exactly? I don't get it.”
Zach sighed in exasperation. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? You got me all hot and bothered, in public no less! And then you just STOP! You stop, with no explanation, and you start talking to Karl and John and IGNORE ME!” Zach cringed at himself as he said it. He didn't want to come across as the whiny type, but damned if he wasn't pissed at this point.
Chris stared at him in shock, and then burst into laughter.
Zach flung his arms up in frustration. “Fuck this.” he sighed, as he turned to leave the room.
“No, no, no” Chris said quickly, moving towards Zach and catching him by the wrist. “Wait, wait.. you don't understand.”
Zach paused mid-step, and he waited.
Chris turned Zach towards him, and attempted to explain: “I didn't do that to be a jerk. I did it for fun, I thought we'd both like it. And I stopped because.. well, what other option did I have? Keep going and let you jizz all over your pants or the underside of that table?” Chris grinned at him.
Zach smirked slightly. “Go on..”
“Seriously man.. I thought you'd enjoy it. I fucking enjoyed it! And I wasn't ignoring you.. I just had to turn my attention somewhere else so we could both cool off for a minute. I'm sorry I couldn't explain that with Karl and John sitting right there, but that would've been awkward” he explained, saying the last word in a sing-song voice.
Zachary looked into Chris's amused blue eyes, and he felt his anger begin to disappear.
“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. “I guess I overreacted.”
Chris grinned at him. “Nahh, it's my fault” he responded, “I wasn't thinking about how you might take it.” He gave Zach a little shove. “I didn't know you'd act like such a girl over it though”
Zach gave him a fake shocked look, and gently shoved him back. “Shut up” he said quietly. “I'm not used to the Chris Pine style of relationships.”
Chris looked a little hurt. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Zach attempted to explain: “You know, no set rules, no set guidelines.. Hell, not even any timeline. Just whenever, wherever. Might happen, might not. I'm not used to that.”
Chris pondered this for a minute. “So, what could I do to make it easier on you?”
Zach smiled sheepishly. “Just try to let me know when things are going to happen. Don't leave me waiting and wondering.”
Chris smiled back at him. “Can do.”
With the misunderstanding resolved, Zach's mind flashed back to the bar and their earlier encounter. Growing hard again, he clasped his hand to the back of Chris's head and brought their mouths together. Zach's tongue darted inside Chris's mouth, before licking the younger man's pink lips. Their hands grasped at each other as they attempted to remove shirts while separating their lips as little as possible.
Chris moved his hand down to clasp Zach's erection through his pants, and Zachary's hands reached to grab Chris's ass and pull him closer.
“Fuck..” Chris sighed, as he attempted to undo Zach's belt. “I wanna see your cock. I wish I could've said that in the bar tonight.”
Zach moaned as his erection was finally released from the confines of his pants.
Palming Zach's cock, Chris pushed him back against the wall.
“Do you want to move to the couch?” Zach asked breathlessly.
“Here's fine.” Chris panted, as he lowered himself to his knees.
Zach's eyes closed as Chris grasped his balls and stroked them softly. He sighed and his head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. The stroking stopped and Zach braced himself, anticipating the feeling of his cock entering Chris's wet mouth.
He waited.. And waited.
Finally he raised his head, and glanced down to find Chris staring back up at him with an amused look on his face.
“I just wanted to let you know.. I'm going to blow you now.” Chris grinned.
Zach stared at him, open-mouthed. “That's not what I meant!” He exclaimed with a laugh.
Chris gave him a ridiculous smile, “I know.” Zach smirked and then closed his eyes as he felt Chris's hot breath on his erection.
Zach drew a sharp intake of breath as, finally, Chris's lips moved over the tip and he took Zach's hard cock into his mouth. Chris's tongue circled around the tip a few times, as he palmed Zachary's balls with his right hand. Pulling Zach's erection out of his mouth, Chris dragged his tongue along the shaft. Then, placing his hands on Zach's hips, Chris licked Zachary's balls before allowing his tongue to run upwards and around his erection. He licked languidly along Zach's treasure trail, and back and forth across his hipbones.
It was all Zach could do to keep from thrusting his aching cock back into Chris's mouth. “Please..” he panted.
Chris grinned and moved his mouth back down to Zachary's erection. He licked the tip again quickly, before taking the entire shaft into his mouth. Zach's hips bucked and his left hand reached out to grasp the back of Chris's head. His fingers were splayed through the younger man's hair, as he attempted to maintain the contact between his cock and Chris's hot wet mouth.
Chris's hands reached behind Zachary to clasp his ass, slightly increasing the suction as he used his hands and mouth to force Zach's body into a pumping motion. Zachary's hands fell back against the wall, and it was all he could do to hold himself up as he arched his back, pumping his hips towards Chris.
“I'm gonna come..” Zach said, barely able to speak.
Chris's fingers dug into Zachary's ass, as he increased his pace. Zach's head fell back as he reached his climax.
“Chrissss..” Zach sighed as he came in Chris's mouth.
Chris swallowed all of Zach's orgasm before running his tongue over the shaft one last time.
He released Zach's cock from his mouth, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up to face Zachary.
Still using the wall for support, Zach reached out towards Chris. “Your turn.” he panted, grasping for Chris's belt buckle, his eyes on Chris's obvious erection.
Chris stopped him, laughing. “Next time. When you're less drunk.”
Zach paused and looked at him. “Next time? But... how will I know..?”
Chris grinned. “Yes, next time. And as for when that'll be, I'll leave it up to you.”
Zach furrowed his eyebrows, “and that's okay with you?”
“Of course,” Chris replied. “Compromise is necessary in a relationship.”
Zach nearly choked. “Relationship?”
Chris laughed again, “hey man, you said it first! Some hysterical whining about not being used to a Chris Pine relationship?”
Zach sighed, his face breaking into a smile. “Shut up..”
Zach allowed himself to slide down the wall, coming to a seated position on the floor. Chris sat down next to him.
“So, when do you want to do it next?” Chris asked excitedly.
Zach gave him a coy grin. “I'm not sure. You'll have to wait and see.”
***
Part 3: Just Enjoy It
Part 4: I Want It