Chris/Zach Ways To Get Warm
Title: Ways To Get Warm
Author: 2_libras
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, mentioned Joe Quinto/Matt Bomer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very loosely implied potential Quincest. Strictly discussion.
Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction and made up out of the writers' heads.
A/N: Written for the pinto_fic prompt table. Element used: Snowman. Takes place a year after the previous stories.
Summary: Zach teaches Chris how to make a snowman, and they end up having ideas about the use for the carrot and coal that aren't for the snowman's face.
"You are determined to give me the full 'White Christmas' experience, aren't you?" Chris said. "A snowman?"
"Damn right. You can't appreciate snow until you've fallen face first in it trying to make a huge ball out of the stuff." He smiled as he pulled on his gloves. "And then you really appreciate the hot shower after."
"I'm sure I could appreciate it just fine in front of the fire with a hot drink and a hot man," Chris said, even as he pulled on his boots.
"Not really, not till you're chilled to the bone and luke warm water feels scalding. Its amazing, really." He smiled. "As you thaw your whole body feels insanely alive."
Chris gave Zach a look. "Okay but you are definitely standing beside me in the shower. I don't know what this is going to do to me..."
"Oh definitely, I'll help make you into a snowball and then warm you back up." He grinned wickedly. "Rub feeling back into all your best bits."
"That might be worth it," Chris laughed, sliding his gloves on. "Might have to lean on you a lot... if my knees go all weak from the warmth rushing back or something."
"And you know I'll hold you up." He smiled. "Or lean you into the wall and rub you down with some soap to help the circulation."
"Mmm, rubbing me down sounds great..." Chris pondered the feasibility of talking Zach into the shower minus the snow but knew it was a bit late to do that.
"Consider it a trade, let me show you this is fun and then we get to have another type of fun?" He suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Chris gave him a soft kiss. "I'm only dragging because of the cold, not you."
"Its worth it, now c'mon." He pulled Chris toward the door. "If you're nice I'll let you put the face on."
"I'm always nice," Chris said, going along with Zach. "Or at least that's what you said last night..."
"I said always GOOD...you misheard obviously in your well satisfied state." He opened the door and slipped them both outside, glancing around. "Snow's deepest over here, lets make the balls from there."
Chris spared Zach the inevitable joke about how he kept calling him a bad boy. "Okay... and that's already starting to sound more interesting," because sparing Zach one terrible joke was enough.
He laughed and nodded. "Snow is very moldable...however you want to mold it." He winked and grabbed a handful of it, starting to pack it. "See this, this is called a snowball...he threw it at Chris."
"I see..." Chris laughed, watching as it landed on his clothes. He did the same, but his wasn't so well-packed, and it ended up flying apart before it reached Zach.
"You throw like a girl and I know your packing skills are usually better then that." He wagged an eyebrow. "You need to push it together more. But lets start the snowman before this turns into a snowball fight."
"I do not throw like a girl and you'd know about my packing skills," Chris teased back. "Got you... and I figure that pushing it together more needs to happen for the snowman too?"
"Yes, and some rolling to build the balls up. God is anything about this NOT going to sound filthy?" He snorted, and started forming a large ball on the ground. "We'll use this as the base."
"I don't know, but you saying balls always sounds dirty," Chris said. "Don't know why..." he helped Zach, watching what he did.
"Okay, so we've got a good base here...now we need to make one that's a bit smaller for the torso, and a smaller one for the head." He smiled. "You do the head one."
"Because I'm good at head?" Chris smirked.
"Head and packing are totally your specialities." He teased, before starting to work on his own fairly large lump of snow. "Hard part is getting this one on top."
"And here I thought you were so good at being on top," Chris answered. "Or getting things on top."
"Oh I'm good at anything I set my mind too. You should know that by now." He smirked, finishing up rounding his ball and scooping it up, grunting as he set it on the other. "Next time I'm so making a smaller one. Joe's better at the lifting."
"Really now?" Chris asked. "Interesting. And you are good at everything... yes..." he grinned and packed a large ball in his hands.
"That's better. Okay now put that on top. Tradition says coal for eyes and carrot for a nose. I think they could be put to better use." He smiled, pulling them out of his pocket.
It only took one look at the carrot - the shape of it - for Chris to click. "Maybe make the face out of snow?" he grinned.
Zach nodded. "Lets do that. See how long it takes Joe to fix it cause he's Joe." He snorted.
"Do you think he would?" Chris asked. "Or maybe he'd leave it?"
"He'll die laughing, fix it, then pretend to be mad cause mom could've seen. Then next week he'll tell me it was hilarious, but Matt will tell me he thought so tomorrow." Zach smiled. "Done a lot of stupid things that big brother had to fix."
"Ah I see, and I hardly think our parents would be that scandalised," Chris said. "Or maybe I'm just thinking of my dad. And Joe's a good guy."
"Joe's under the impression that my moms a saint and shouldn't be scandalised with such things. Oldest son syndrome. God when she found my porn I didn't know if I should die or let him kill me. Then like two weeks later he asked to borrow some." He snorted. "He lets go of everything eventually but his knee jerk reaction is to go 'not in front of MOMMY!'. He would also kill me for saying that, so don't repeat it." He laughed.
"And I guess there's a part of him that feels he should protect her like your dad would have," Chris said. "Nothing creepy, just that he feels he should. And your secret is safe with me. I can just see that with the porn. I just had to hide mine..."
"Yah, a lot of it is cause of Dad, he'd even tell you that. It just got real old when we were younger. REALLY OLD." He chuckled. "Mom took the porn thing like a champ, actually thanked me for not sneaking in orders on the pay-per-view instead because she figured one of us boys would."
Chris nodded, packing down the snow. "I bet... it'd be close enough to my dad, who was great but had that heavy down pat, too. And that's good, I mean it's not like it's really all that weird. I wonder if Joe got mad because he was planning to?" he mused.
"Oh I wouldn't put it past him. He was always skilled with technology, at least more then me. I couldn't figure out how to order it." He laughed. "Not for lack of trying either."
"And now you have your very own private porn show whenever you want it," Chris said, grinning. "And of course, you have your porn collection as well." He shaped the nose and eyes.
"Yes, I do...and sometimes I like to put porn on and play with my private show." He smirked. "Have to do that right when we get home...see if we can keep up..."
"Sounds like fun," Chris grinned. "We'll have to make our own while we're here. Maybe with a soundtrack from Matt and Joe," he teased.
"It shouldn't be hot? Should it?" He shook his head slightly, kneeling to put the carrot and coal in place, actually giggling as he did it, no matter how he tried to muffle it.
Chris was giggling as well, though, especially when he saw it. "I don't know, I bet they find us hot too," he said between giggles.
"Not gonna ask, that would be too weird. Probably crossing a line into something horribly kinky I'm not ready to venture into." He stood, dusting off his knees and grinning. "That's a nice carrot there frosty."
"He has a very large root vegetable," Chris agreed. He knew Zach would remember what Karl and Eric and the other Chris had told them about the meaning of root in their part of the world. "And let's just hope they find us as hot as we find them without asking?"
"That works." Zach snickered. "Though I could ask Matt if it bothers them to hear us, he's pretty open and he'll tell me if he thinks its hot...god why am I trying to find a way." He shook his head at himself.
"Because you're a perv," Chris answered. "That simple, really. You would find it sexy if Matt and Joe found us fucking hot. So, I admit, would I."
"Its only cause I'm an exhibitionist and I can't do anything about it, can't very well do anything risking us getting caught fucking in public can I?" He sighed. "I mean, that's what it has to be..." He took the other mans hand awkwardly in the gloves. "I say the snowman looks finished, lets go inside and get warm in that shower."
"We really need to find one of those probably-mythical underground sex clubs that would never, ever reveal who we were even if we fucked on the stage," Chris answered. He knew Zach would if he could. "I agree and getting warm sounds like a great idea."
"Or maybe just another couple we could play with that we trusted. That isn't my brother. Because I don't think I could do that..." He shook his head. "But the world needs to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come..."
Chris pondered. "How weird would it be if it was just watching? Like you said you and Joe used to jerk off in the same room but I guess that's a bit different," he was quiet then, letting the idea sink in rather than pushing more. He led Zach back inside.
Zach shrugged out of his coat quickly, glancing at the other man. "True...but that was out of necessity and curiosity not...wanting too...not lusty things." He hung up his coat and toed off his boots.
Nodding, Chris took his own coat off, and hung it up. "Just thinking... we could probably find another couple... somewhere." He pulled his gloves off and then his boots. "It's cold," he said. "Feels colder inside with the heat, that's weird."
"Its the contrast. Come on lets get to that hot shower." He tugged Chris by the arm. "Want to remind you while the cold is a good thing..." He grinned as he led the other man.
"Okay," Chris followed Zach to their bedroom and its attached bathroom. "Anything you want... show me," he said with a smile.
Zach tugged at his cloths, moving to start the water and smiling at Chris. "Once we're thawed out, I'm going to fuck your brains out, just so you know...in case you forgot."
"I think it would be very hard for me to forget that," Chris said. "But after. I feel like my cock's been left in the freezer," he teased.
"Oh yeah, everything has." He joked, stripping off the rest of the way as the water heated up. "Get naked and in this bathroom right now, or I revoke your cock rights." He waved him in. "I want it hot in here, it helps and the door open doesn't."
"Has it?" Chris asked, finishing stripping quickly and coming into the bathroom. "Hot is good..."
Zach shut the door behind him and guided them both into the hot water of the shower, groaning at the feeling of the warm water. "God..."
"That is hot," Chris said, groaning too, leaning against Zach. "God... fuck..."
"Isn't it?" He stroked his hand over the other mans chest lightly. "Fuck, you feel amazing..."
"That's warming me up," Chris said, smiling. "God I love the way you touch me, so much..."
"You feel so fucking good to touch, I can't help it." He smiled and kissed the other mans jaw lightly.
"Well, touch me more," Chris invited. "I'll feel free to do the same," he got the body wash and smoothed some over Zach's chest, making weird patterns with the white lather and Zach's chest hair.
Zach sighed happily. "Your hands feel so good." He traced a hand down and cupped the other mans ass gently. "Love you..."
"I'm glad you like it..." Chris teased Zach's nipples before moving away to tug on his chest hair a little. "I like touching you too..."
"My god that feels hot." He murmured, reaching down to trace the other mans sides gently.
"Seems like the warming up part of things is working," Chris smiled, even as he shuddered. "God... the shivering is so not from cold."
"Fucking right...Now, back up, into the water spray and close your eyes, I want to wash your hair but I don't want to get your eyes all soapy and painful." Zach smiled gently.
"You just don't want to deal with my whining," Chris teased, moving back and closing his eyes after he was in place. He didn't really want to slip and not be able to see.
Zach slowly made sure all of Chris' hair was wet before starting to work in the shampoo, massaging with his fingers lightly. "See, all the circulation comes back slowly."
"Mmm, feels so good," Chris moaned. "God... I love your hands in my hair." He smiled. "You're certainly, um, stimulating the appropriate areas..."
"I know how well this works on you." He smiled, pulling the detachable showerhead down to rinse Chris' hair without spraying his face. "There we are, all nice and clean."
"You should by now," Chris sighed. "God, that's good..." he opened his eyes then. "Kiss me," he demanded softly.
Zach hooked the showerhead back to the wall and kissed the other man, cupping his face in his hands and sighing.
Chris moaned into the kiss and pressed himself against Zach, his cock hard. He knew he didn't have to beg - at least not yet...
Zach wrapped his arms around the other man, pushing his tongue into Chris' mouth and exploring, sighing at the taste there.
Chris sucked on Zach's tongue, hands moving to cup Zach's ass and squeeze. He moaned again.
Zach pulled away and started kissing down Chris' neck and shoulder. "God, want to fuck you against this wall and make you come so fucking hard." He licked the water off the other mans skin beneath his ear as he spoke.
"Yes, please," Chris said. "Do you want me facing you or bracing myself against the wall?"
"You're going to need to brace yourself for how I'm gonna fuck you baby." He growled, nipping at the other mans neck. "Want you humping against that cold tile while I'm making you come."
"Fuck, yes,' Chris groaned. "God... baby, want it like that, want it hard and want you saying what a whore I am for you..."
Zach spun him then and pushed him firmly into the wall, pushing the shower head to aim at the tile to warm it a bit for the other man as he knelt to prep the other man. "We only have a little bit of lube left, I need to get more..." He picked up the bottle from the corner of the shower ledge and squirted out the last of it. "This might be a bit rougher then we're used too."
"I can handle it," Chris said. He smiled down at Zach. "It'll be fine. You can just stretch me a little longer... that should help some." He spread his legs and rolled his hips, enticing Zach. "Get me ready, baby."
Zach pushed two fingers in first, knowing Chris could handle at least that much. "God...your ass looks just delicious." He gave the other mans cheek a light bite and grinned upward.
"Well, you know how much you love to eat it," Chris joked. "Mmm, good baby."
He started thrusting his fingers deeper, smiling broadly, before biting down on the other side as he pushed his fingers as deep as they would go.
"Fuck, that's good... all of it," Chris groaned. "Love the way you know just where to touch and fuck... love your teeth..."
"I know you do baby..." Zach pushed a third finger in now, stretching the other man more and licking the bitten skin.
"God, that... fuck..." Chris groaned. He knew Zach had to stretch him, but he'd be begging him to fuck him soon even if it would hurt.
Zach stood then, continuing to thrust his fingers as he placed a trail of nips along the back of the other mans shoulders. "God..." He murmured against the skin there.
"Feels amazing," Chris whimpered. "Want you inside me so bad, baby..." He moaned. "Want to feel you filling me up..."
"Almost ready baby...just got to prep myself..." He smiled, slipping his lube coated fingers over his cock and tracing light kisses where he'd just nipped. "Can't wait any more baby..."
"Neither can I, fuck me, Zach," Chris begged, almost whining. "Please, I want your cock so bad right now baby, so bad I'm begging..."
Zach lined up and pressed in slowly, growling as he did. "Fuck...." He nipped a bit harder at the other mans shoulder.
"Oh fuck," it burned Chris some, but it didn't hurt. "Baby, fuck... that's good... so good..."
"Good, good? Oh you're so getting better then good." He pulled Chris back against him and started to rock into the other man a bit harder, biting his shoulder a bit rougher now as he rolled his hips.
Chuckling, then moaning, Chris pushed back. "God... okay, amazing, wonderful, fantastic," he murmured. "Better than good, better than... anything..."
"Keep talking that way I might feel bad about getting rough." Zach teased, panting softly into the other mans ear.
"No, I want you to," Chris groaned. "Want you to use me like a whore, like the whore I am for you."
"My whore...god..." He growled. "You're all mine..." He thrusted harder, his arm slipping up to circle Chris' shoulder and thrust him down onto his cock roughly. "Take it...take all of me..."
"Your whore," Chris agreed, pushing back, taking Zach in. "Need to take you in, take all of you... need you to claim me..."
He bit down on Chris' shoulder again roughly slamming deeper, his hand slipping around to stroke Chris gently.
The contrasting touches drove Chris even more wild, and he began pushing back, meeting the hard thrusts, groaning. "You make me such a whore."
Zach panted roughly. "Fuck...yes..." He snarled as he started pumping Chris harder.
"Going to let your whore come?" Chris asked. "Need you to say it..." even though he knew holding back would be close to impossible.
"Fuck yes... come for me whore...let me feel you explode from my cock." He gasped, thrusting deep and pushing himself over the edge with the words.
"Yes!" Chris came, feeling it as it sprayed all over the wall, shuddering and groaning as he felt Zach come inside him. "Baby..."
Zach panted shuddering into the other man and peppering his shoulder with kisses in his haze, murmuring nonsense. "Fuck...god...yah..." He laughed softly.
"We better hope that only Matt and Joe heard that time," Chris said, a bit shakily. "Haven't been so... vocal... when we're not in our place."
"Yah...god Joe's gonna tease the hell out of me." He laughed. "Not that I care, but I know its coming."
"We can always shoot back, don't worry," Chris grinned. "We have heard them almost as much..."
"Fuck yes we have..." Zach slowly separated their bodies, sighing as his cock slipped free. "God..." He shuddered, pulling the other man into a kiss.
"So good," Chris said, wrapping his arms around Zach. "I love you."
"Love you too baby." He kissed the other man deeply, threading his fingers into Chris' hair.
After the kiss ended, Chris smiled. "Think we should get out of here before we turn into prunes?"
Zach nodded. "Get dressed and have a coffee, maybe think about what to make for our part of dinner?"
"Sounds good to me," Chris reached to turn the water off.
"I'm thinking something simple, I don't want to be the one who screwed up dinner." He laughed, grabbing the towel for them and wrapping it over Chris when the water stopped.
"Mmm, well, I'll have you cut up salad, that should be Zach-proof," Chris teased. "I'll get you to help me make fruitcake though. I think you can handle measuring things."
"You may be overestimating me, but I'll give it a shot." He smiled back, laughing.
Author: 2_libras
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, mentioned Joe Quinto/Matt Bomer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very loosely implied potential Quincest. Strictly discussion.
Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction and made up out of the writers' heads.
A/N: Written for the pinto_fic prompt table. Element used: Snowman. Takes place a year after the previous stories.
Summary: Zach teaches Chris how to make a snowman, and they end up having ideas about the use for the carrot and coal that aren't for the snowman's face.
"You are determined to give me the full 'White Christmas' experience, aren't you?" Chris said. "A snowman?"
"Damn right. You can't appreciate snow until you've fallen face first in it trying to make a huge ball out of the stuff." He smiled as he pulled on his gloves. "And then you really appreciate the hot shower after."
"I'm sure I could appreciate it just fine in front of the fire with a hot drink and a hot man," Chris said, even as he pulled on his boots.
"Not really, not till you're chilled to the bone and luke warm water feels scalding. Its amazing, really." He smiled. "As you thaw your whole body feels insanely alive."
Chris gave Zach a look. "Okay but you are definitely standing beside me in the shower. I don't know what this is going to do to me..."
"Oh definitely, I'll help make you into a snowball and then warm you back up." He grinned wickedly. "Rub feeling back into all your best bits."
"That might be worth it," Chris laughed, sliding his gloves on. "Might have to lean on you a lot... if my knees go all weak from the warmth rushing back or something."
"And you know I'll hold you up." He smiled. "Or lean you into the wall and rub you down with some soap to help the circulation."
"Mmm, rubbing me down sounds great..." Chris pondered the feasibility of talking Zach into the shower minus the snow but knew it was a bit late to do that.
"Consider it a trade, let me show you this is fun and then we get to have another type of fun?" He suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Chris gave him a soft kiss. "I'm only dragging because of the cold, not you."
"Its worth it, now c'mon." He pulled Chris toward the door. "If you're nice I'll let you put the face on."
"I'm always nice," Chris said, going along with Zach. "Or at least that's what you said last night..."
"I said always GOOD...you misheard obviously in your well satisfied state." He opened the door and slipped them both outside, glancing around. "Snow's deepest over here, lets make the balls from there."
Chris spared Zach the inevitable joke about how he kept calling him a bad boy. "Okay... and that's already starting to sound more interesting," because sparing Zach one terrible joke was enough.
He laughed and nodded. "Snow is very moldable...however you want to mold it." He winked and grabbed a handful of it, starting to pack it. "See this, this is called a snowball...he threw it at Chris."
"I see..." Chris laughed, watching as it landed on his clothes. He did the same, but his wasn't so well-packed, and it ended up flying apart before it reached Zach.
"You throw like a girl and I know your packing skills are usually better then that." He wagged an eyebrow. "You need to push it together more. But lets start the snowman before this turns into a snowball fight."
"I do not throw like a girl and you'd know about my packing skills," Chris teased back. "Got you... and I figure that pushing it together more needs to happen for the snowman too?"
"Yes, and some rolling to build the balls up. God is anything about this NOT going to sound filthy?" He snorted, and started forming a large ball on the ground. "We'll use this as the base."
"I don't know, but you saying balls always sounds dirty," Chris said. "Don't know why..." he helped Zach, watching what he did.
"Okay, so we've got a good base here...now we need to make one that's a bit smaller for the torso, and a smaller one for the head." He smiled. "You do the head one."
"Because I'm good at head?" Chris smirked.
"Head and packing are totally your specialities." He teased, before starting to work on his own fairly large lump of snow. "Hard part is getting this one on top."
"And here I thought you were so good at being on top," Chris answered. "Or getting things on top."
"Oh I'm good at anything I set my mind too. You should know that by now." He smirked, finishing up rounding his ball and scooping it up, grunting as he set it on the other. "Next time I'm so making a smaller one. Joe's better at the lifting."
"Really now?" Chris asked. "Interesting. And you are good at everything... yes..." he grinned and packed a large ball in his hands.
"That's better. Okay now put that on top. Tradition says coal for eyes and carrot for a nose. I think they could be put to better use." He smiled, pulling them out of his pocket.
It only took one look at the carrot - the shape of it - for Chris to click. "Maybe make the face out of snow?" he grinned.
Zach nodded. "Lets do that. See how long it takes Joe to fix it cause he's Joe." He snorted.
"Do you think he would?" Chris asked. "Or maybe he'd leave it?"
"He'll die laughing, fix it, then pretend to be mad cause mom could've seen. Then next week he'll tell me it was hilarious, but Matt will tell me he thought so tomorrow." Zach smiled. "Done a lot of stupid things that big brother had to fix."
"Ah I see, and I hardly think our parents would be that scandalised," Chris said. "Or maybe I'm just thinking of my dad. And Joe's a good guy."
"Joe's under the impression that my moms a saint and shouldn't be scandalised with such things. Oldest son syndrome. God when she found my porn I didn't know if I should die or let him kill me. Then like two weeks later he asked to borrow some." He snorted. "He lets go of everything eventually but his knee jerk reaction is to go 'not in front of MOMMY!'. He would also kill me for saying that, so don't repeat it." He laughed.
"And I guess there's a part of him that feels he should protect her like your dad would have," Chris said. "Nothing creepy, just that he feels he should. And your secret is safe with me. I can just see that with the porn. I just had to hide mine..."
"Yah, a lot of it is cause of Dad, he'd even tell you that. It just got real old when we were younger. REALLY OLD." He chuckled. "Mom took the porn thing like a champ, actually thanked me for not sneaking in orders on the pay-per-view instead because she figured one of us boys would."
Chris nodded, packing down the snow. "I bet... it'd be close enough to my dad, who was great but had that heavy down pat, too. And that's good, I mean it's not like it's really all that weird. I wonder if Joe got mad because he was planning to?" he mused.
"Oh I wouldn't put it past him. He was always skilled with technology, at least more then me. I couldn't figure out how to order it." He laughed. "Not for lack of trying either."
"And now you have your very own private porn show whenever you want it," Chris said, grinning. "And of course, you have your porn collection as well." He shaped the nose and eyes.
"Yes, I do...and sometimes I like to put porn on and play with my private show." He smirked. "Have to do that right when we get home...see if we can keep up..."
"Sounds like fun," Chris grinned. "We'll have to make our own while we're here. Maybe with a soundtrack from Matt and Joe," he teased.
"It shouldn't be hot? Should it?" He shook his head slightly, kneeling to put the carrot and coal in place, actually giggling as he did it, no matter how he tried to muffle it.
Chris was giggling as well, though, especially when he saw it. "I don't know, I bet they find us hot too," he said between giggles.
"Not gonna ask, that would be too weird. Probably crossing a line into something horribly kinky I'm not ready to venture into." He stood, dusting off his knees and grinning. "That's a nice carrot there frosty."
"He has a very large root vegetable," Chris agreed. He knew Zach would remember what Karl and Eric and the other Chris had told them about the meaning of root in their part of the world. "And let's just hope they find us as hot as we find them without asking?"
"That works." Zach snickered. "Though I could ask Matt if it bothers them to hear us, he's pretty open and he'll tell me if he thinks its hot...god why am I trying to find a way." He shook his head at himself.
"Because you're a perv," Chris answered. "That simple, really. You would find it sexy if Matt and Joe found us fucking hot. So, I admit, would I."
"Its only cause I'm an exhibitionist and I can't do anything about it, can't very well do anything risking us getting caught fucking in public can I?" He sighed. "I mean, that's what it has to be..." He took the other mans hand awkwardly in the gloves. "I say the snowman looks finished, lets go inside and get warm in that shower."
"We really need to find one of those probably-mythical underground sex clubs that would never, ever reveal who we were even if we fucked on the stage," Chris answered. He knew Zach would if he could. "I agree and getting warm sounds like a great idea."
"Or maybe just another couple we could play with that we trusted. That isn't my brother. Because I don't think I could do that..." He shook his head. "But the world needs to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come..."
Chris pondered. "How weird would it be if it was just watching? Like you said you and Joe used to jerk off in the same room but I guess that's a bit different," he was quiet then, letting the idea sink in rather than pushing more. He led Zach back inside.
Zach shrugged out of his coat quickly, glancing at the other man. "True...but that was out of necessity and curiosity not...wanting too...not lusty things." He hung up his coat and toed off his boots.
Nodding, Chris took his own coat off, and hung it up. "Just thinking... we could probably find another couple... somewhere." He pulled his gloves off and then his boots. "It's cold," he said. "Feels colder inside with the heat, that's weird."
"Its the contrast. Come on lets get to that hot shower." He tugged Chris by the arm. "Want to remind you while the cold is a good thing..." He grinned as he led the other man.
"Okay," Chris followed Zach to their bedroom and its attached bathroom. "Anything you want... show me," he said with a smile.
Zach tugged at his cloths, moving to start the water and smiling at Chris. "Once we're thawed out, I'm going to fuck your brains out, just so you know...in case you forgot."
"I think it would be very hard for me to forget that," Chris said. "But after. I feel like my cock's been left in the freezer," he teased.
"Oh yeah, everything has." He joked, stripping off the rest of the way as the water heated up. "Get naked and in this bathroom right now, or I revoke your cock rights." He waved him in. "I want it hot in here, it helps and the door open doesn't."
"Has it?" Chris asked, finishing stripping quickly and coming into the bathroom. "Hot is good..."
Zach shut the door behind him and guided them both into the hot water of the shower, groaning at the feeling of the warm water. "God..."
"That is hot," Chris said, groaning too, leaning against Zach. "God... fuck..."
"Isn't it?" He stroked his hand over the other mans chest lightly. "Fuck, you feel amazing..."
"That's warming me up," Chris said, smiling. "God I love the way you touch me, so much..."
"You feel so fucking good to touch, I can't help it." He smiled and kissed the other mans jaw lightly.
"Well, touch me more," Chris invited. "I'll feel free to do the same," he got the body wash and smoothed some over Zach's chest, making weird patterns with the white lather and Zach's chest hair.
Zach sighed happily. "Your hands feel so good." He traced a hand down and cupped the other mans ass gently. "Love you..."
"I'm glad you like it..." Chris teased Zach's nipples before moving away to tug on his chest hair a little. "I like touching you too..."
"My god that feels hot." He murmured, reaching down to trace the other mans sides gently.
"Seems like the warming up part of things is working," Chris smiled, even as he shuddered. "God... the shivering is so not from cold."
"Fucking right...Now, back up, into the water spray and close your eyes, I want to wash your hair but I don't want to get your eyes all soapy and painful." Zach smiled gently.
"You just don't want to deal with my whining," Chris teased, moving back and closing his eyes after he was in place. He didn't really want to slip and not be able to see.
Zach slowly made sure all of Chris' hair was wet before starting to work in the shampoo, massaging with his fingers lightly. "See, all the circulation comes back slowly."
"Mmm, feels so good," Chris moaned. "God... I love your hands in my hair." He smiled. "You're certainly, um, stimulating the appropriate areas..."
"I know how well this works on you." He smiled, pulling the detachable showerhead down to rinse Chris' hair without spraying his face. "There we are, all nice and clean."
"You should by now," Chris sighed. "God, that's good..." he opened his eyes then. "Kiss me," he demanded softly.
Zach hooked the showerhead back to the wall and kissed the other man, cupping his face in his hands and sighing.
Chris moaned into the kiss and pressed himself against Zach, his cock hard. He knew he didn't have to beg - at least not yet...
Zach wrapped his arms around the other man, pushing his tongue into Chris' mouth and exploring, sighing at the taste there.
Chris sucked on Zach's tongue, hands moving to cup Zach's ass and squeeze. He moaned again.
Zach pulled away and started kissing down Chris' neck and shoulder. "God, want to fuck you against this wall and make you come so fucking hard." He licked the water off the other mans skin beneath his ear as he spoke.
"Yes, please," Chris said. "Do you want me facing you or bracing myself against the wall?"
"You're going to need to brace yourself for how I'm gonna fuck you baby." He growled, nipping at the other mans neck. "Want you humping against that cold tile while I'm making you come."
"Fuck, yes,' Chris groaned. "God... baby, want it like that, want it hard and want you saying what a whore I am for you..."
Zach spun him then and pushed him firmly into the wall, pushing the shower head to aim at the tile to warm it a bit for the other man as he knelt to prep the other man. "We only have a little bit of lube left, I need to get more..." He picked up the bottle from the corner of the shower ledge and squirted out the last of it. "This might be a bit rougher then we're used too."
"I can handle it," Chris said. He smiled down at Zach. "It'll be fine. You can just stretch me a little longer... that should help some." He spread his legs and rolled his hips, enticing Zach. "Get me ready, baby."
Zach pushed two fingers in first, knowing Chris could handle at least that much. "God...your ass looks just delicious." He gave the other mans cheek a light bite and grinned upward.
"Well, you know how much you love to eat it," Chris joked. "Mmm, good baby."
He started thrusting his fingers deeper, smiling broadly, before biting down on the other side as he pushed his fingers as deep as they would go.
"Fuck, that's good... all of it," Chris groaned. "Love the way you know just where to touch and fuck... love your teeth..."
"I know you do baby..." Zach pushed a third finger in now, stretching the other man more and licking the bitten skin.
"God, that... fuck..." Chris groaned. He knew Zach had to stretch him, but he'd be begging him to fuck him soon even if it would hurt.
Zach stood then, continuing to thrust his fingers as he placed a trail of nips along the back of the other mans shoulders. "God..." He murmured against the skin there.
"Feels amazing," Chris whimpered. "Want you inside me so bad, baby..." He moaned. "Want to feel you filling me up..."
"Almost ready baby...just got to prep myself..." He smiled, slipping his lube coated fingers over his cock and tracing light kisses where he'd just nipped. "Can't wait any more baby..."
"Neither can I, fuck me, Zach," Chris begged, almost whining. "Please, I want your cock so bad right now baby, so bad I'm begging..."
Zach lined up and pressed in slowly, growling as he did. "Fuck...." He nipped a bit harder at the other mans shoulder.
"Oh fuck," it burned Chris some, but it didn't hurt. "Baby, fuck... that's good... so good..."
"Good, good? Oh you're so getting better then good." He pulled Chris back against him and started to rock into the other man a bit harder, biting his shoulder a bit rougher now as he rolled his hips.
Chuckling, then moaning, Chris pushed back. "God... okay, amazing, wonderful, fantastic," he murmured. "Better than good, better than... anything..."
"Keep talking that way I might feel bad about getting rough." Zach teased, panting softly into the other mans ear.
"No, I want you to," Chris groaned. "Want you to use me like a whore, like the whore I am for you."
"My whore...god..." He growled. "You're all mine..." He thrusted harder, his arm slipping up to circle Chris' shoulder and thrust him down onto his cock roughly. "Take it...take all of me..."
"Your whore," Chris agreed, pushing back, taking Zach in. "Need to take you in, take all of you... need you to claim me..."
He bit down on Chris' shoulder again roughly slamming deeper, his hand slipping around to stroke Chris gently.
The contrasting touches drove Chris even more wild, and he began pushing back, meeting the hard thrusts, groaning. "You make me such a whore."
Zach panted roughly. "Fuck...yes..." He snarled as he started pumping Chris harder.
"Going to let your whore come?" Chris asked. "Need you to say it..." even though he knew holding back would be close to impossible.
"Fuck yes... come for me whore...let me feel you explode from my cock." He gasped, thrusting deep and pushing himself over the edge with the words.
"Yes!" Chris came, feeling it as it sprayed all over the wall, shuddering and groaning as he felt Zach come inside him. "Baby..."
Zach panted shuddering into the other man and peppering his shoulder with kisses in his haze, murmuring nonsense. "Fuck...god...yah..." He laughed softly.
"We better hope that only Matt and Joe heard that time," Chris said, a bit shakily. "Haven't been so... vocal... when we're not in our place."
"Yah...god Joe's gonna tease the hell out of me." He laughed. "Not that I care, but I know its coming."
"We can always shoot back, don't worry," Chris grinned. "We have heard them almost as much..."
"Fuck yes we have..." Zach slowly separated their bodies, sighing as his cock slipped free. "God..." He shuddered, pulling the other man into a kiss.
"So good," Chris said, wrapping his arms around Zach. "I love you."
"Love you too baby." He kissed the other man deeply, threading his fingers into Chris' hair.
After the kiss ended, Chris smiled. "Think we should get out of here before we turn into prunes?"
Zach nodded. "Get dressed and have a coffee, maybe think about what to make for our part of dinner?"
"Sounds good to me," Chris reached to turn the water off.
"I'm thinking something simple, I don't want to be the one who screwed up dinner." He laughed, grabbing the towel for them and wrapping it over Chris when the water stopped.
"Mmm, well, I'll have you cut up salad, that should be Zach-proof," Chris teased. "I'll get you to help me make fruitcake though. I think you can handle measuring things."
"You may be overestimating me, but I'll give it a shot." He smiled back, laughing.