Chris vs. the Lack of Underwear [Chris/Zach - NC-17]
Title: Chris vs. the Lack of Underwear
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,900
Summary: In which Chris goes commando and Zach kinda likes it.
A/N: Sort of inspired by this picture in which the ~*~bulge~*~ is suspiciously evident. Also this is all fortassetu's fault who enabled me heartlessly on msn & then checked this over ♥ title copied shamelessly from Chuck.
So Chris had a thing for going commando; it had really started that one weekend he’d gone away with Zach during filming just up to some random rural town above LA. He’d forgotten to pack any underwear, and he sure as hell wasn’t asking Zach to help out in that department. It was still to early on in their ‘working relationship’ and he didn’t want to mess up whatever thin thread of friendship they had by crossing some unknown line.
Whatever, he could deal. He had a pair of tracksuit pants with him and in all honesty all they were going to do was hang around the tiny lodge they’d rented and watch shitty films where people blew stuff up and jumped off bridges. Basically general guy bonding stuff.
He hadn’t counted on slipping on the loose fitting pants and finding that he liked the way the soft cotton slipped smoothly along his cock. He’d been half hard before he even realised what was happening.
That night he’d sat beside Zach on the tiny sofa eating cold pizza and drinking warm beer all the while unable to get his head off of how fucking horny he was. He supposed that, since the most readily available person to alleviate this tension had been Zach, he must have transferred some of that want onto him, because he hadn’t been able to get the guy out of his head as he jerked off roughly in bed that night. He’d come with images of Zach on his knees, looking up through those thick eyelashes as he swallowed around Chris’ cock.
Chris had the notion their relationship was pretty much going to progress from there based on those thoughts.
#
But in the next couple of months they actually grew a lot closer, both as friends on and off set. It got to the point where Zach would randomly show up outside Chris’ house and use their ‘secret knock’ which Zach had come up with when Zoe kept barging into their dressing rooms on set, unannounced.
Chris kept insisting that Zoe was doing it on purpose, to get a look at ‘Hollywood’s newest hunks’ in the nude and possibly obtain photographic evidence. Zach just waggled his eyebrows suggestively in Chris’ direction saying, “I’d like to get photographic evidence of her if you know what I mean.”
The fact that Zoe just shrugged comfortably and laughed was Chris’ first hint that she knew something he didn’t.
#
The next hint was when the cast had gone out clubbing after wrapping up the scene Zach kept screwing up, laughing every time he had to say “and also my mother was human”. Mostly because Chris had spent the whole morning telling him shitty ‘your mom’ jokes and cracking up at ones like ‘yo mama so fat that when she sat on the rainbow, all the skittles fell out’.
At the club Zach had thumped him on the back before heading off to the bar. Chris had given it five minutes before getting bored of waiting for his drink, and had walked over to see Zach chatting to some guy. Nothing that out of the ordinary.
Until the guy leaned over and kissed Zach…and Zach, didn’t recoil in horror or immediately attempt to reassert his masculinity by grabbing the nearest woman he could and bending her over the bar.
So yeah, that had been a pretty big hint.
#
Today was Chris’ first day off in weeks and he refused to get up before twelve, eventually rolling out of bed and slipping on his tracksuit pants, sans underwear, of course.
He couldn’t help the hissing intake of breath that escaped as he slid on the pants, his hips reflexively jerking forwards to try and gain more friction against the velvety material. It was ridiculous really, how much this turned him on.
He liked the way it teased him, never letting himself forget that there was a part of him that just wanted to reach down and jerk himself roughly right in the middle of his living room. He’d be on edge all day, until it all got to be too much and the inevitable release would be more explosive than just taking care of it now.
Then Zach had to go and show up outside his front door with a six-pack under his arm; he even used the Secret Knock. Chris didn’t even think twice about pretending he wasn’t home.
A couple of hours later and they were both sprawled, loose and exhausted, across the sofa, having had a marathon WiiFit tennis championship.
Zach had won.
“Dude, you need to get a new game, I can’t keep kicking your ass at this one every time I come over,” Zach said, looking stupidly smug.
“I totally just let you win,” Chris retorted in the deadpan voice he knew either wound Zach up or made him crack up so hard his ribs ached, depending on his mood.
“Right, whatever,” Zach replied softly; it was sort of depressing how little they actually did when they finally had a free day. They were both usually too tired to bother going out and wasting energy on things like walking when the television was so much more accommodating.
Chris suppressed a yawn and let his eyes trail lazily up Zach’s body, from where his legs were stretched out, feet resting on the coffee table, up to the top button of his shirt which was undone.
Having been pretty turned on since he’d woken up it was hard to suppress the desire to just jump all over him. Instead he just sighed and leant back into the sofa, images of himself slowly unbuttoning every other button on Zach’s shirt pervading his mind.
#
Zach shifted uncomfortably next to Chris on the sofa, not able to help the way his eyes kept being drawn to the soft swell in Chris’ tracksuit pants. It had been in his peripheral vision since he’d walked in through the door and Chris had stepped forward in a way that made the fabric stretch, outlining the bulge underneath.
He started as Chris got up suddenly, grinning rakishly down at Zach and mumbling, "gettin’ a drink, you want?" before stepping, oh so deliberately, over Zach's lap, his cock right in his face now.
Whether he’d done it on purpose or not, Chris apparently didn’t expect Zach to gasp, breath ghosting against the thin cloth and for Zach’s eyes to focus in on his crotch.
Chris' hips seemed to stutter forward ever so slightly of their own accord, and there was no way Zach couldn't hear the sharp intake of breath as Chris experienced the soft friction caused by the movement. All Zach had to do was lean forward, just so slightly…it was all too easy, his mouth hot and wet through the thin fabric of Chris' pants as he traced the swell under the material with his tongue.
“Zach,” Chris gasped, his voice choked off as he felt the heat seep in, his cock hardening under Zach’s tongue as he breathed out hot and wet onto the cloth.
“Patience,” Zach mumbled against him, the words vibrating around Chris’ cock, which was leaking through the fabric now, and Chris appeared to give up any pretence of self-control as he pushed Zach back down onto the sofa and fell down on top of him.
Zach’s lips were spit slick and Chris leant down to kiss him, feeling his mouth soft and pliant under his. Zach bucked his hips up against him, feeling Chris’ cock hard against his thigh, “God, Zach, I don’t have any patience, you know that,” Chris groaned into his neck as he rutted desperately against the body beneath him.
Zach couldn’t help the smirk that twisted onto his lips but Chris, reaching up to rub a finger over his lower lip, quickly wiped it off and he licked it slowly, tasting Chris in every recess of his mouth.
Chris moaned and looked up at him from where his face was pressed into the curve of Zach’s neck, so all Zach could see were his eyes, pupils so wide but his eyes still retaining the blue that had been flickering erratically through his dreams for the past few weeks.
Chris’ hand crept down his stomach, smoothing over the skin there until he reached his belt buckle, his wrist teasing the bulge in Zach’s jeans and then Chris aligned himself so their cocks slotted next to each other.
“Fuck, Chris,” Zach lost whatever dominance he’d had for a scarce few seconds as he bucked up into Chris’ hand, “Just…touch me, fuck’s sake.”
Chris nibbled lightly at Zach’s neck, tracing the line a drop of sweat was making down his chest with his tongue, dipping under the line of Zach’s shirt but then taking pity on the way Zach was squirming under his touch, “Look at you Zach, God,” Chris said breathlessly, his eyes a more intense and deeper blue than Zach could remember seeing before.
Zach impatiently undid his own belt buckle, pushing his jeans down just far enough for him to take Chris’ hand and wrap his finger around his cock as Chris rubbed against his thigh, practically purring at the way the soft cotton felt against his cock and how he could take full advantage of that now, after a whole day of build-up.
Chris twisted his hand, savouring the strangled gasp Zach let loose before he came, the hot liquid spurting over his fingers a surprisingly unfamiliar feeling. Chris lifted a finger and licked it slowly, smirking at the way Zach groaned underneath him, “That’s not fair man, you can’t make me want to go another round straight away,” Zach said huskily.
Chris continued to thrust lazily against Zach’s thigh, savouring the intense coils of pleasure curling up inside him, “Haven’t even finished my first round yet.”
Zach quirked an eyebrow, “Need a hand?” and Chris would have laughed at the utter cheesiness of the line if Zach hadn’t immediately followed through on his offer and cupped Chris’ cock through his pants, “So, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a statement of something Zach found truly fascinating.
Chris didn’t have a coherent reply to give; he just gasped out, “Harder,” and fell hot and breathless onto Zach’s body as his climax tore through him.
“I’m gonna have to try this sometime, aren’t I?” Zach mused thoughtfully and Chris just chuckled weakly against his neck.
#
The next free day they had Zach came over early, not even bothering to knock. Chris had showed him where he hid the spare key under the old fashioned umbrella stand he had outside his door.
Zach didn’t ask why he had an umbrella stand. It didn’t even have any umbrellas in it.
Chris groaned at the intrusion to his sleep and turned over to squint blearily up at him, “Wha’ you want?”
Zach just smiled predatorily at him and gestured at the loose fitting tracksuit pants he was sporting, “You’re right, these do feel good, I’ve been hard since I imagined how I was going to come over here and get you to suck me off in your bed.”
Chris though it was safe to say that going commando was pretty much the best thing ever.
~end.
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Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,900
Summary: In which Chris goes commando and Zach kinda likes it.
A/N: Sort of inspired by this picture in which the ~*~bulge~*~ is suspiciously evident. Also this is all fortassetu's fault who enabled me heartlessly on msn & then checked this over ♥ title copied shamelessly from Chuck.
So Chris had a thing for going commando; it had really started that one weekend he’d gone away with Zach during filming just up to some random rural town above LA. He’d forgotten to pack any underwear, and he sure as hell wasn’t asking Zach to help out in that department. It was still to early on in their ‘working relationship’ and he didn’t want to mess up whatever thin thread of friendship they had by crossing some unknown line.
Whatever, he could deal. He had a pair of tracksuit pants with him and in all honesty all they were going to do was hang around the tiny lodge they’d rented and watch shitty films where people blew stuff up and jumped off bridges. Basically general guy bonding stuff.
He hadn’t counted on slipping on the loose fitting pants and finding that he liked the way the soft cotton slipped smoothly along his cock. He’d been half hard before he even realised what was happening.
That night he’d sat beside Zach on the tiny sofa eating cold pizza and drinking warm beer all the while unable to get his head off of how fucking horny he was. He supposed that, since the most readily available person to alleviate this tension had been Zach, he must have transferred some of that want onto him, because he hadn’t been able to get the guy out of his head as he jerked off roughly in bed that night. He’d come with images of Zach on his knees, looking up through those thick eyelashes as he swallowed around Chris’ cock.
Chris had the notion their relationship was pretty much going to progress from there based on those thoughts.
#
But in the next couple of months they actually grew a lot closer, both as friends on and off set. It got to the point where Zach would randomly show up outside Chris’ house and use their ‘secret knock’ which Zach had come up with when Zoe kept barging into their dressing rooms on set, unannounced.
Chris kept insisting that Zoe was doing it on purpose, to get a look at ‘Hollywood’s newest hunks’ in the nude and possibly obtain photographic evidence. Zach just waggled his eyebrows suggestively in Chris’ direction saying, “I’d like to get photographic evidence of her if you know what I mean.”
The fact that Zoe just shrugged comfortably and laughed was Chris’ first hint that she knew something he didn’t.
#
The next hint was when the cast had gone out clubbing after wrapping up the scene Zach kept screwing up, laughing every time he had to say “and also my mother was human”. Mostly because Chris had spent the whole morning telling him shitty ‘your mom’ jokes and cracking up at ones like ‘yo mama so fat that when she sat on the rainbow, all the skittles fell out’.
At the club Zach had thumped him on the back before heading off to the bar. Chris had given it five minutes before getting bored of waiting for his drink, and had walked over to see Zach chatting to some guy. Nothing that out of the ordinary.
Until the guy leaned over and kissed Zach…and Zach, didn’t recoil in horror or immediately attempt to reassert his masculinity by grabbing the nearest woman he could and bending her over the bar.
So yeah, that had been a pretty big hint.
#
Today was Chris’ first day off in weeks and he refused to get up before twelve, eventually rolling out of bed and slipping on his tracksuit pants, sans underwear, of course.
He couldn’t help the hissing intake of breath that escaped as he slid on the pants, his hips reflexively jerking forwards to try and gain more friction against the velvety material. It was ridiculous really, how much this turned him on.
He liked the way it teased him, never letting himself forget that there was a part of him that just wanted to reach down and jerk himself roughly right in the middle of his living room. He’d be on edge all day, until it all got to be too much and the inevitable release would be more explosive than just taking care of it now.
Then Zach had to go and show up outside his front door with a six-pack under his arm; he even used the Secret Knock. Chris didn’t even think twice about pretending he wasn’t home.
A couple of hours later and they were both sprawled, loose and exhausted, across the sofa, having had a marathon WiiFit tennis championship.
Zach had won.
“Dude, you need to get a new game, I can’t keep kicking your ass at this one every time I come over,” Zach said, looking stupidly smug.
“I totally just let you win,” Chris retorted in the deadpan voice he knew either wound Zach up or made him crack up so hard his ribs ached, depending on his mood.
“Right, whatever,” Zach replied softly; it was sort of depressing how little they actually did when they finally had a free day. They were both usually too tired to bother going out and wasting energy on things like walking when the television was so much more accommodating.
Chris suppressed a yawn and let his eyes trail lazily up Zach’s body, from where his legs were stretched out, feet resting on the coffee table, up to the top button of his shirt which was undone.
Having been pretty turned on since he’d woken up it was hard to suppress the desire to just jump all over him. Instead he just sighed and leant back into the sofa, images of himself slowly unbuttoning every other button on Zach’s shirt pervading his mind.
#
Zach shifted uncomfortably next to Chris on the sofa, not able to help the way his eyes kept being drawn to the soft swell in Chris’ tracksuit pants. It had been in his peripheral vision since he’d walked in through the door and Chris had stepped forward in a way that made the fabric stretch, outlining the bulge underneath.
He started as Chris got up suddenly, grinning rakishly down at Zach and mumbling, "gettin’ a drink, you want?" before stepping, oh so deliberately, over Zach's lap, his cock right in his face now.
Whether he’d done it on purpose or not, Chris apparently didn’t expect Zach to gasp, breath ghosting against the thin cloth and for Zach’s eyes to focus in on his crotch.
Chris' hips seemed to stutter forward ever so slightly of their own accord, and there was no way Zach couldn't hear the sharp intake of breath as Chris experienced the soft friction caused by the movement. All Zach had to do was lean forward, just so slightly…it was all too easy, his mouth hot and wet through the thin fabric of Chris' pants as he traced the swell under the material with his tongue.
“Zach,” Chris gasped, his voice choked off as he felt the heat seep in, his cock hardening under Zach’s tongue as he breathed out hot and wet onto the cloth.
“Patience,” Zach mumbled against him, the words vibrating around Chris’ cock, which was leaking through the fabric now, and Chris appeared to give up any pretence of self-control as he pushed Zach back down onto the sofa and fell down on top of him.
Zach’s lips were spit slick and Chris leant down to kiss him, feeling his mouth soft and pliant under his. Zach bucked his hips up against him, feeling Chris’ cock hard against his thigh, “God, Zach, I don’t have any patience, you know that,” Chris groaned into his neck as he rutted desperately against the body beneath him.
Zach couldn’t help the smirk that twisted onto his lips but Chris, reaching up to rub a finger over his lower lip, quickly wiped it off and he licked it slowly, tasting Chris in every recess of his mouth.
Chris moaned and looked up at him from where his face was pressed into the curve of Zach’s neck, so all Zach could see were his eyes, pupils so wide but his eyes still retaining the blue that had been flickering erratically through his dreams for the past few weeks.
Chris’ hand crept down his stomach, smoothing over the skin there until he reached his belt buckle, his wrist teasing the bulge in Zach’s jeans and then Chris aligned himself so their cocks slotted next to each other.
“Fuck, Chris,” Zach lost whatever dominance he’d had for a scarce few seconds as he bucked up into Chris’ hand, “Just…touch me, fuck’s sake.”
Chris nibbled lightly at Zach’s neck, tracing the line a drop of sweat was making down his chest with his tongue, dipping under the line of Zach’s shirt but then taking pity on the way Zach was squirming under his touch, “Look at you Zach, God,” Chris said breathlessly, his eyes a more intense and deeper blue than Zach could remember seeing before.
Zach impatiently undid his own belt buckle, pushing his jeans down just far enough for him to take Chris’ hand and wrap his finger around his cock as Chris rubbed against his thigh, practically purring at the way the soft cotton felt against his cock and how he could take full advantage of that now, after a whole day of build-up.
Chris twisted his hand, savouring the strangled gasp Zach let loose before he came, the hot liquid spurting over his fingers a surprisingly unfamiliar feeling. Chris lifted a finger and licked it slowly, smirking at the way Zach groaned underneath him, “That’s not fair man, you can’t make me want to go another round straight away,” Zach said huskily.
Chris continued to thrust lazily against Zach’s thigh, savouring the intense coils of pleasure curling up inside him, “Haven’t even finished my first round yet.”
Zach quirked an eyebrow, “Need a hand?” and Chris would have laughed at the utter cheesiness of the line if Zach hadn’t immediately followed through on his offer and cupped Chris’ cock through his pants, “So, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a statement of something Zach found truly fascinating.
Chris didn’t have a coherent reply to give; he just gasped out, “Harder,” and fell hot and breathless onto Zach’s body as his climax tore through him.
“I’m gonna have to try this sometime, aren’t I?” Zach mused thoughtfully and Chris just chuckled weakly against his neck.
#
The next free day they had Zach came over early, not even bothering to knock. Chris had showed him where he hid the spare key under the old fashioned umbrella stand he had outside his door.
Zach didn’t ask why he had an umbrella stand. It didn’t even have any umbrellas in it.
Chris groaned at the intrusion to his sleep and turned over to squint blearily up at him, “Wha’ you want?”
Zach just smiled predatorily at him and gestured at the loose fitting tracksuit pants he was sporting, “You’re right, these do feel good, I’ve been hard since I imagined how I was going to come over here and get you to suck me off in your bed.”
Chris though it was safe to say that going commando was pretty much the best thing ever.
~end.
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