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Title: Ringing in the New Year the Right Way
Author: dragynflies
Rating: R
Pairing: ZQ/KB
Summary: Kristen & Zach + Hot Tub + New Years.
A/N: I couldn’t get my Sylar/Elle New Years fic to turn out right, so I thought I’d see what the actors were up to. Luckily, they were more than cooperative. I'd apologize, but what's the point?
I've had a crappy couple of days, hence the massive amounts of fic. At least someone benefits!
The house is full of people. That means the hot tub is full of people, and that means his chances of getting laid tonight are about a hundred to one.
Sometimes, Zachary envies his Heroes character and all of his crazy, crazy powers. He is pretty sure Sylar could clear an entire house with the flick of his wrist should he really want to. And Zach really wants to.
“Happy New Year!” Hayden grins, bouncing up to Zach clutching a wine glass in one hand and a silly little hat in the other. She has her own New Years crown perched on her head, which means the second hat is for… “Here, put it on before the ball drops!” she stretches, dropping the paper crown on top of Zach’s head and bouncing away.
“I swear to god, she’s not 21 yet,” he murmurs, removing the crown from his head, and to his relief, he hears Kristen’s light chuckle from behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, and he turns around to hold her properly.
“I said she could crash here,” Kristen says, her voice slightly apologetic, “It’s not like anyone is going anywhere, anyway,” she finishes, resting her head against her boyfriend’s chest.
“You promised me sex in the h-“
Kristen claps her hand over his mouth and glares playfully at him, “I know what I promised you. But then Hayden mentioned she didn’t have any plans for New Years, and then Brea didn’t…and then when Ryan and Amy heard that…” she glances around the full house. “It might have gotten a little out of control.”
Zach pulls away from her just long enough to slide the New Years hat onto her head and admire his handiwork. “You really pull that off, Miss Bell,” he teases, combing his fingers through the ends of her blonde hair, “You missed your calling as a beauty pageant contestant.”
“Well, if the acting thing falls though,” she grins, shrugging, “It’s important to have a backup plan.”
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They have great friends, they really do. And any other night, Zach would love to hang out with them. But Kristen’s schedule keeps her running all over the globe, and his Heroes schedule keeps him firmly in LA, and he missed her the entire time she was gone filming her movie.
They manage to finagle a spot in her hot tub - as long as Kristen stays on his lap, there’s room for everyone, and he’s not going to turn down that opportunity. The water covers most of them, but the image of her in her little bikini is pretty well burned into his retinas, and he’s not too upset when she squirms around, getting comfortable.
“What time is it?” Ryan asks and Kristen mimes checking an invisible watch, “Smart ass. I don’t want to miss the ball drop.”
“Big silver globe, takes about ten seconds,” she tells him, “and I think it’s close to midnight. When we got in, it was 11.”
It’s as though she’s told them there are baby pandas in her kitchen to be given the first people to get inside, because everyone tears out of the hot tub and makes a beeline for the house.
”Everyone wants to watch the stupid ball?” Zachary asks, jaw dropping, “I don’t get it…”
Kristen turns around so she’s straddling his legs and wraps her arms around his neck, “Do you really want to complain?” she asks, eyes bright, and he snaps his jaw shut.
“No, I absolutely do not want to complain about having the hot tub all to ourselves,” he says, palming her hips and tugging urgently at the strings to her bikini bottoms.
She laughs and catches his hands under the water, “Nuh uh, Mister.” She points to her lips, “Fifteen seconds of foreplay would be nice.”
He returns her smile before kissing her, cupping her cheeks with his wet hands. She opens her mouth eagerly, tracing the contours of his mouth with her tongue until he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers until she moans prettily.
“Okay,” she says, voice breathless when they finally pull apart, “Foreplay over.”
He raises his hips just enough to tug down his swim trunks while she unknots the sides of her swimsuit. It’s hard to do underwater in the first place, but the urgency of the moment makes her fingers shake and she finally just kicks the stupid things off, letting them float away.
Zach pulls her closer, his cock pushing insistently against her center, and she moves to straddle him until he stops her with firm hands on her hips.
“Uh uh uh,” he scolds, playfully, “I thought the lady wanted foreplay.”
“All done,” Kristen says, reaching between their bodies eagerly, stunned when he stops her.
“I wasn’t finished yet,” he says, and leans down just far enough to wrap his lips around a swimsuit covered breast. His mouth warms the damp cloth and Kristen groans as her nipples pebble against the fabric. He scrapes his teeth over the hard points, and she reaches for his neck to help her stay balanced.
“Want you now,” she says firmly, and this time he doesn’t stop her as she wraps her little hand around his cock and guides it into her body.
The combination of the hot water, the cool night air and the scorching heat of her tight body clenching around his cock is enough to drive him absolutely crazy. As she sinks down onto him he throws his head back so far that he catches the base of his skull on the side of the hot tub. Kristen laughs and reaches to cup the back of his head.
“No injuries,” she orders, and then starts to move.
It’s all he can do to remain sitting as her body writhes against him. She keeps one hand wrapped around the back of his head and the other on his shoulder to try to maintain some balance; he helps by cupping her hips as she bounces. Water splashes over the sides of the tub, but he couldn’t care less. Hell, he’ll clean it and fill it himself if this is what he gets.
He can feel his orgasm building, so he slides a hand from her hip to her pussy, curling his fingers so he can circle her clit with his thumb. Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulder and she lets out the sexiest whimper he’s ever heard from her, so he moves his hand just a little. Now, with every bounce, his thumb presses against her clit, rubbing with her movements.
Her eyes slam shut and her forehead crinkles in concentration as she changes the angle of her movements just slightly, leaning forward so she can kiss him.
The noise from the house reaches his ears just as Kristen moves her mouth to his ear and bites gently down on his ear lobe.
“Ten…nine…”
He pinches her clit between his thumb and first finger lightly and she bucks; he can feel her silky walls clenching tight around his cock and he knows she’s close.
“Eight! Seven!!”
Her fingers twist in his hair, but he’s hardly cognizant of the tugging, not when he’s got the girl of his dreams wrapped around him, screwing his brains out in the hot tub while their friends watch TV inside.
“SIX!! FIVE!”
He wraps his free hand around the back of her neck so he can reach her lips again, kisses her with everything his got while she grinds down on him. Everything fades into the background, the hum of the whirlpool jets, the countdown inside, the slight wind that’s chilling his damp skin.
“FOUR!! THREE! TWO!”
She pulls away from his lips, buries her face in his neck and bites down on his shoulder as she comes, tightening around his cock so hard he practically sees stars, and he follows her into orgasm.
“ONE!” The cheers from the house reach outside, and Kristen laughs, nuzzling her face against the curve of his neck.
“They’re cheering because you’re fantastic at that,” Zach can’t resist quipping, and she bites him again, playfully, but doesn’t say anything.
They are still for a few minutes, resting and waiting for their heart rates to come back to a more manageable level. The wind picks up a little, making Kristen shiver, so Zach tugs his swim trunks back on and fishes her little bikini bottoms from the hot tub’s filter.
When she steps out of the water, he wraps her in a big fluffy towel and then tucks her against his chest so he can kiss the top of her head.
“Happy New Year,” he says.
“You missed seeing the ball drop.”
“Eh,” he shrugs, “I think I’ll survive.”
When they walk through the front door, Ryan catcalls loudly and Kristen’s cheeks turn bright pink.
“Happy New Year, guys,” Amy teases, “Sounds like 2009 is going to be a fantastic year for you two.”
As their friends gather up shoes and coats or head for the guest bedroom, Zach kisses Kristen’s cheek and murmurs in her ear.
“I don’t know if that counts as taking place in the new year or not. I think we’d better try once more.”
Author: dragynflies
Rating: R
Pairing: ZQ/KB
Summary: Kristen & Zach + Hot Tub + New Years.
A/N: I couldn’t get my Sylar/Elle New Years fic to turn out right, so I thought I’d see what the actors were up to. Luckily, they were more than cooperative. I'd apologize, but what's the point?
I've had a crappy couple of days, hence the massive amounts of fic. At least someone benefits!
The house is full of people. That means the hot tub is full of people, and that means his chances of getting laid tonight are about a hundred to one.
Sometimes, Zachary envies his Heroes character and all of his crazy, crazy powers. He is pretty sure Sylar could clear an entire house with the flick of his wrist should he really want to. And Zach really wants to.
“Happy New Year!” Hayden grins, bouncing up to Zach clutching a wine glass in one hand and a silly little hat in the other. She has her own New Years crown perched on her head, which means the second hat is for… “Here, put it on before the ball drops!” she stretches, dropping the paper crown on top of Zach’s head and bouncing away.
“I swear to god, she’s not 21 yet,” he murmurs, removing the crown from his head, and to his relief, he hears Kristen’s light chuckle from behind him. She wraps her arms around his waist, and he turns around to hold her properly.
“I said she could crash here,” Kristen says, her voice slightly apologetic, “It’s not like anyone is going anywhere, anyway,” she finishes, resting her head against her boyfriend’s chest.
“You promised me sex in the h-“
Kristen claps her hand over his mouth and glares playfully at him, “I know what I promised you. But then Hayden mentioned she didn’t have any plans for New Years, and then Brea didn’t…and then when Ryan and Amy heard that…” she glances around the full house. “It might have gotten a little out of control.”
Zach pulls away from her just long enough to slide the New Years hat onto her head and admire his handiwork. “You really pull that off, Miss Bell,” he teases, combing his fingers through the ends of her blonde hair, “You missed your calling as a beauty pageant contestant.”
“Well, if the acting thing falls though,” she grins, shrugging, “It’s important to have a backup plan.”
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They have great friends, they really do. And any other night, Zach would love to hang out with them. But Kristen’s schedule keeps her running all over the globe, and his Heroes schedule keeps him firmly in LA, and he missed her the entire time she was gone filming her movie.
They manage to finagle a spot in her hot tub - as long as Kristen stays on his lap, there’s room for everyone, and he’s not going to turn down that opportunity. The water covers most of them, but the image of her in her little bikini is pretty well burned into his retinas, and he’s not too upset when she squirms around, getting comfortable.
“What time is it?” Ryan asks and Kristen mimes checking an invisible watch, “Smart ass. I don’t want to miss the ball drop.”
“Big silver globe, takes about ten seconds,” she tells him, “and I think it’s close to midnight. When we got in, it was 11.”
It’s as though she’s told them there are baby pandas in her kitchen to be given the first people to get inside, because everyone tears out of the hot tub and makes a beeline for the house.
”Everyone wants to watch the stupid ball?” Zachary asks, jaw dropping, “I don’t get it…”
Kristen turns around so she’s straddling his legs and wraps her arms around his neck, “Do you really want to complain?” she asks, eyes bright, and he snaps his jaw shut.
“No, I absolutely do not want to complain about having the hot tub all to ourselves,” he says, palming her hips and tugging urgently at the strings to her bikini bottoms.
She laughs and catches his hands under the water, “Nuh uh, Mister.” She points to her lips, “Fifteen seconds of foreplay would be nice.”
He returns her smile before kissing her, cupping her cheeks with his wet hands. She opens her mouth eagerly, tracing the contours of his mouth with her tongue until he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers until she moans prettily.
“Okay,” she says, voice breathless when they finally pull apart, “Foreplay over.”
He raises his hips just enough to tug down his swim trunks while she unknots the sides of her swimsuit. It’s hard to do underwater in the first place, but the urgency of the moment makes her fingers shake and she finally just kicks the stupid things off, letting them float away.
Zach pulls her closer, his cock pushing insistently against her center, and she moves to straddle him until he stops her with firm hands on her hips.
“Uh uh uh,” he scolds, playfully, “I thought the lady wanted foreplay.”
“All done,” Kristen says, reaching between their bodies eagerly, stunned when he stops her.
“I wasn’t finished yet,” he says, and leans down just far enough to wrap his lips around a swimsuit covered breast. His mouth warms the damp cloth and Kristen groans as her nipples pebble against the fabric. He scrapes his teeth over the hard points, and she reaches for his neck to help her stay balanced.
“Want you now,” she says firmly, and this time he doesn’t stop her as she wraps her little hand around his cock and guides it into her body.
The combination of the hot water, the cool night air and the scorching heat of her tight body clenching around his cock is enough to drive him absolutely crazy. As she sinks down onto him he throws his head back so far that he catches the base of his skull on the side of the hot tub. Kristen laughs and reaches to cup the back of his head.
“No injuries,” she orders, and then starts to move.
It’s all he can do to remain sitting as her body writhes against him. She keeps one hand wrapped around the back of his head and the other on his shoulder to try to maintain some balance; he helps by cupping her hips as she bounces. Water splashes over the sides of the tub, but he couldn’t care less. Hell, he’ll clean it and fill it himself if this is what he gets.
He can feel his orgasm building, so he slides a hand from her hip to her pussy, curling his fingers so he can circle her clit with his thumb. Her fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulder and she lets out the sexiest whimper he’s ever heard from her, so he moves his hand just a little. Now, with every bounce, his thumb presses against her clit, rubbing with her movements.
Her eyes slam shut and her forehead crinkles in concentration as she changes the angle of her movements just slightly, leaning forward so she can kiss him.
The noise from the house reaches his ears just as Kristen moves her mouth to his ear and bites gently down on his ear lobe.
“Ten…nine…”
He pinches her clit between his thumb and first finger lightly and she bucks; he can feel her silky walls clenching tight around his cock and he knows she’s close.
“Eight! Seven!!”
Her fingers twist in his hair, but he’s hardly cognizant of the tugging, not when he’s got the girl of his dreams wrapped around him, screwing his brains out in the hot tub while their friends watch TV inside.
“SIX!! FIVE!”
He wraps his free hand around the back of her neck so he can reach her lips again, kisses her with everything his got while she grinds down on him. Everything fades into the background, the hum of the whirlpool jets, the countdown inside, the slight wind that’s chilling his damp skin.
“FOUR!! THREE! TWO!”
She pulls away from his lips, buries her face in his neck and bites down on his shoulder as she comes, tightening around his cock so hard he practically sees stars, and he follows her into orgasm.
“ONE!” The cheers from the house reach outside, and Kristen laughs, nuzzling her face against the curve of his neck.
“They’re cheering because you’re fantastic at that,” Zach can’t resist quipping, and she bites him again, playfully, but doesn’t say anything.
They are still for a few minutes, resting and waiting for their heart rates to come back to a more manageable level. The wind picks up a little, making Kristen shiver, so Zach tugs his swim trunks back on and fishes her little bikini bottoms from the hot tub’s filter.
When she steps out of the water, he wraps her in a big fluffy towel and then tucks her against his chest so he can kiss the top of her head.
“Happy New Year,” he says.
“You missed seeing the ball drop.”
“Eh,” he shrugs, “I think I’ll survive.”
When they walk through the front door, Ryan catcalls loudly and Kristen’s cheeks turn bright pink.
“Happy New Year, guys,” Amy teases, “Sounds like 2009 is going to be a fantastic year for you two.”
As their friends gather up shoes and coats or head for the guest bedroom, Zach kisses Kristen’s cheek and murmurs in her ear.
“I don’t know if that counts as taking place in the new year or not. I think we’d better try once more.”