The play had gone well. While a part of him wished he could have made it down to Comic Con to see Karl and Zach, Chris had put that out of his mind, focusing entirely on the performance. By the time he walked out the stage door he was tired, yet riding that high from a night where everything had gone right. He’d signed a few autographs, even
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Zach tried a nipple, but found that it was mostly the fascination with his fingers that felt better than the still very good shiver that came from touching there, so he let his hand wander down to brush over flesh just starting to fill out. The heat was no different than he knew, but Nyota had told him that Spock had a higher body temperature. To a Human, the heat would have been almost too much, he guessed. Then again, Nyota was with him...
...oh. Curling his fingers around himself made him gasp lightly, daring to open his eyes again and look down. There was a moment of disorientation, the feelings coming from his body telling him one thing while the unfamiliar visual images of Spock's body told him another. He cut that off by closing his eyes again, a tiny voice in his head muttering about him being a pervert and an idiot, even as he started to move his hand.
The combined feelings of the heat and friction against his hand and the tightness and friction on his cock did him in in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It left him feeling dizzy, shivering as he rubbed his now slick-slick fingers together, and against his forearm he could feel his heart fluttering beneath the skin like a hummingbird's wing, left him slumped in an undignified pose there in the bathroom on the Enterprise, mind trying to handle everything all at once.
All in all, it decided on before it shut down from over heating, it was all good.
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