Fic: My Little Box
Title: My Little Box
Author: Meeee!
Beta: pikasafire
Pairing: Zach/Chris, with a little Eric Bana on the side (literally)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warning: Porn is porn, people. What more of a warning do you need?
Disclaimer: This totally never happened.
Summary: Eric likes to watch, and Pinto is really, really okay with it.
A/N: This was written for b_dsaint, inspired by pikasafire's journal entry.
This is my first time writing porn, mkay? So go easy on me. And honestly, I don't know if I want to try it again. This wore. me. OUT! It has zero redeeming qualities. I'm apparently fighting against the growing epidemic of plot-ridden porn in this fandom.
I didn't think I was even going to attempt writing it, because porn is wery, wery scary, but then Zach started saying things, and Chris started saying things, and neither one would shut up until I started writing stuff down. I blame them entirely for this story.
Apparently in my world, Chris likes to talk...a lot. And Zach refuses to be anything but dominant. But we're all kind of okay with that, amiright?
A/N 2: This story was inspired by, and titled after, this song.
It started off as a joke.
He couldn't remember what was said...per se...It was a drunken whisper in a smoky bar, and a laugh that came out a little huskier than he’d actually intended, but it was a joke…He wasn’t serious.
An unnerving look had passed between his two friends, and fuck...it was just a joke.
Yet here he was, sitting in a chair directly across from Chris, who was on all fours, naked, on Zach’s bed. Zach was on his knees wearing nothing but his black slim tie and glasses-left-over attire from their evening out that Eric couldn’t decide whether Zach had left on intentionally or simply forgotten to take off-but he looked every bit like a debauched school teacher as he pounded into Chris from behind. Strands of dark hair fell into his eyes, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Eric..." Chris was panting hard, his voice low and rough. "Do you like this?-ngh-Do you like watching Zach fuck me?”
Eric sighed. Fuck yes.
"Stop talking" Zach growled.
Chris ignored him.
"...Do you wanna see him fuck my mouth, Eric? Because I'll let him...Just for you." Chris let out a breathy moan as Zach changed his angle slightly.
Eric pictured Chris’s lips stretched around Zach’s cock, and he groaned.
He cursed himself for not removing his clothes before they started this little game, but reveled in the perfect amount of friction the denim of his jeans provided as he steadily rocked his hips in time with Zach's thrusts. So maybe the jeans aren't so bad, but fuck he needed to do something with his hands.
His right hand shot to his crotch, palming his erection roughly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this fucking hard, and he fought the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head.
He fucking lied. This wasn’t a joke. He'd wanted this for too long. No...needed it...and he wasn't about to miss any of it because he couldn't keep his goddamn eyes open. He needed to see this. Every inch of Zach's naked, sweat-slick skin; every inch of Chris's tight muscles flexing under the strain of a good, rough fuck; needed this image burned permanently into his memory. Needed it.
"Fuck yeah, you like it" Chris's chuckle was dark, and thick with arousal.
"Stop talking" Zach raised his left hand and brought it down with a loud smack against Chris's backside.
Chris yelped and bit down on his lip.
"You don't speak unless I tell you to."
Chris whimpered-he fucking whimpered-and Zach sped up slightly.
Chris's cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs. Eric watched as Chris reached down and stroked himself twice before Zach smacked his hand away.
"No, Christopher."
Eric groaned again, and his eyes flickered up to Zach's face. He gasped. Zach's eyes were almost black as he stared at Eric through those goddamn glasses, with a predatory smirk.
Suddenly, Eric noticed Zach slowing his pace.
"Christopher...I want you to look at Eric...Let him see your face..."
Chris looked up at Eric through dark lashes.
"Let him see how, when I do this...your eyes roll just a little back in your head."
They did.
"Let him see the way you can't help but bite your lip when I fuck you just a little. bit. harder.” Zach sighed, “Yeah...Just like that."
Eric watched Chris's face do everything Zach said it would. He wondered idly how many times the two men had fucked for Zach to know Chris's reactions so religiously. His cock throbbed at the thought and his hips jerked upward of their own accord. He was close-too close-He needed Zach to speed things up or he wasn't going to last. God he needed to last. He spread his legs further apart, wanting so badly to unzip his jeans and just fucking touch-do something for chrissake-but he didn't dare move…Zach never said he could.
Eric barely allowed himself to blink for fear he'd miss something-or worse, that he'd do something Zach didn't quite approve of, causing this whole game to end.
He consciously wondered when he'd started thinking he had to follow Zach's orders, because so far Zach hadn't ordered him to do anything besides "sit and watch"…But Eric sat still, keeping his eyes trained on the performance in front of him. He rolled his hips firmly as if he were fucking someone-seething at the fact he decidedly wasn’t fucking anyone…wasn’t even getting a goddamn hand down his pants for fuck’s sake-and waited breathlessly for Zach's next instructions.
"God Zach, please."
"Please, what, Christopher?"
"Pleeease, just fucking move, touch me, Zach, pleasepleaseplease." Chris sobbed and let his head fall forward to hang between his shoulders.
Zach moaned softly and sped up his thrusts, pulling a little further out of Chris before rocking back in. He started to reach around to Chris's cock but stopped, and stilled instantly inside of Chris when Eric's voice broke out through the room.
"Yes" Eric hissed. His eyes were trained on Chris's cock, needing to see Zach's tight grip on it as he pumped Chris in time with his thrusts. Because surely he would. He had to. Chris needed it...Eric needed it.
If Eric’s eyes hadn’t been occupied elsewhere, he would have noticed the way both men’s eyes darkened perceptibly with the slow smirks that spread across their faces.
"I thought..." Zach began moving again, bringing his hand back to it’s resting place on Chris’s hip, "That you just wanted to watch...Didn't he say that, Chris?...Didn't he say he wanted to watch while I fucked your tight ass?" Zach's voice was low and dangerous.
"Mhmm" Chris moaned and closed his eyes.
"Yeah he did." Zach replied with a thrust. "So, Eric...Watch...Don't move. Don't speak...Just. Watch." Zach accented each word with a hard thrust deep inside Chris. "I want you to watch while I make Chris come with just my cock...and he will, Eric...Watch him."
"I want you to watch me, Eric." Chris panted, and let out a throaty whine. "Watch me come for Zach."
Zach moaned and pressed a flat palm to Chris's back, forcing the other man down roughly onto his forearms. He gripped Chris's ass in each hand and set a relentless rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming back in, hard and fast.
Chris moaned at the new angle, but kept his eyes trained on the man in front of him-eye-fucking Eric with the same intensity Zach was fucking him.
Eric’s vision blurred slightly. He clenched his jaw and breathed heavily through his nose. His ears were ringing and he felt light-headed. The sound of Chris's moans, and the slap of skin on skin were the only sounds in the room. Eric gripped the armrests of the chair and risked whatever Zach's form of punishment was in a situation like this to thrust his hips up firmly, now thanking God that he didn't take his jeans off. The friction was fucking perfect and he felt himself getting closer to the edge, needing to come so badly he could cry, but not yet…not yet…He needed to see Chris first.
Eric tore his eyes away from Chris's burning gaze and let them travel slowly down the man’s back to Zach's hips…up his tight stomach, flexing with every thrust of his hips…to his face, where his bottom lip had somehow found its way back between his teeth, held there hard, as his eyes closed and his head fell back.
"God, Zach, yeah...fuck...so close...harder...just like that. Ohfuckpleaserightthere..."
"Now, Chris. Come for me." Zach growled and sped up, slamming into Chris harder than Eric had ever seen anyone fucked in his life.
Eric's eyes snapped back to Chris's face.
Chris let out a long, drawn-out groan, somehow keeping his eyes open to stare into Eric's as he shot hot and hard over his chest and the bed underneath him.
Zach’s hips snapped forward a few more times before his whole body tensed and he came, deep inside of Chris, with a loud moan.
Fuck. Eric let out a strangled noise and his eyes shut involuntarily. He’d been so caught up in watching, and not moving, he’d forgotten about his own straining erection, so hard now it was almost painful. He couldn’t take it anymore. His hands flew from their perch on the armrests of the chair to his belt-buckle. He quickly unzipped his jeans and groaned loudly as he finally closed a fist around his aching erection. He was close. So fucking close. So close. He couldn’t believe he’d lasted this long. He ran his hand up, flicking his thumb over the head, and God, fucking yes.
He only barely registered Zach’s deep chuckle,
“Chris?...I think Eric needs a little…help.” Eric wanted to be angry at Zach’s teasing tone…But he really wasn’t.
Chris slowly lifted his head and looked at Eric. He let out a tiny noise of agreement and nodded slightly as he watched Eric stroke himself roughly.
Zach leaned down over Chris, pressing his weight onto the man's back. He slowly ran his fingers through Chris’s hair, then yanked, hard, and murmured in his ear, “…help him out, Chris…Get on your knees.”
Author: Meeee!
Beta: pikasafire
Pairing: Zach/Chris, with a little Eric Bana on the side (literally)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warning: Porn is porn, people. What more of a warning do you need?
Disclaimer: This totally never happened.
Summary: Eric likes to watch, and Pinto is really, really okay with it.
A/N: This was written for b_dsaint, inspired by pikasafire's journal entry.
This is my first time writing porn, mkay? So go easy on me. And honestly, I don't know if I want to try it again. This wore. me. OUT! It has zero redeeming qualities. I'm apparently fighting against the growing epidemic of plot-ridden porn in this fandom.
I didn't think I was even going to attempt writing it, because porn is wery, wery scary, but then Zach started saying things, and Chris started saying things, and neither one would shut up until I started writing stuff down. I blame them entirely for this story.
Apparently in my world, Chris likes to talk...a lot. And Zach refuses to be anything but dominant. But we're all kind of okay with that, amiright?
A/N 2: This story was inspired by, and titled after, this song.
It started off as a joke.
He couldn't remember what was said...per se...It was a drunken whisper in a smoky bar, and a laugh that came out a little huskier than he’d actually intended, but it was a joke…He wasn’t serious.
An unnerving look had passed between his two friends, and fuck...it was just a joke.
Yet here he was, sitting in a chair directly across from Chris, who was on all fours, naked, on Zach’s bed. Zach was on his knees wearing nothing but his black slim tie and glasses-left-over attire from their evening out that Eric couldn’t decide whether Zach had left on intentionally or simply forgotten to take off-but he looked every bit like a debauched school teacher as he pounded into Chris from behind. Strands of dark hair fell into his eyes, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Eric..." Chris was panting hard, his voice low and rough. "Do you like this?-ngh-Do you like watching Zach fuck me?”
Eric sighed. Fuck yes.
"Stop talking" Zach growled.
Chris ignored him.
"...Do you wanna see him fuck my mouth, Eric? Because I'll let him...Just for you." Chris let out a breathy moan as Zach changed his angle slightly.
Eric pictured Chris’s lips stretched around Zach’s cock, and he groaned.
He cursed himself for not removing his clothes before they started this little game, but reveled in the perfect amount of friction the denim of his jeans provided as he steadily rocked his hips in time with Zach's thrusts. So maybe the jeans aren't so bad, but fuck he needed to do something with his hands.
His right hand shot to his crotch, palming his erection roughly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this fucking hard, and he fought the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head.
He fucking lied. This wasn’t a joke. He'd wanted this for too long. No...needed it...and he wasn't about to miss any of it because he couldn't keep his goddamn eyes open. He needed to see this. Every inch of Zach's naked, sweat-slick skin; every inch of Chris's tight muscles flexing under the strain of a good, rough fuck; needed this image burned permanently into his memory. Needed it.
"Fuck yeah, you like it" Chris's chuckle was dark, and thick with arousal.
"Stop talking" Zach raised his left hand and brought it down with a loud smack against Chris's backside.
Chris yelped and bit down on his lip.
"You don't speak unless I tell you to."
Chris whimpered-he fucking whimpered-and Zach sped up slightly.
Chris's cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs. Eric watched as Chris reached down and stroked himself twice before Zach smacked his hand away.
"No, Christopher."
Eric groaned again, and his eyes flickered up to Zach's face. He gasped. Zach's eyes were almost black as he stared at Eric through those goddamn glasses, with a predatory smirk.
Suddenly, Eric noticed Zach slowing his pace.
"Christopher...I want you to look at Eric...Let him see your face..."
Chris looked up at Eric through dark lashes.
"Let him see how, when I do this...your eyes roll just a little back in your head."
They did.
"Let him see the way you can't help but bite your lip when I fuck you just a little. bit. harder.” Zach sighed, “Yeah...Just like that."
Eric watched Chris's face do everything Zach said it would. He wondered idly how many times the two men had fucked for Zach to know Chris's reactions so religiously. His cock throbbed at the thought and his hips jerked upward of their own accord. He was close-too close-He needed Zach to speed things up or he wasn't going to last. God he needed to last. He spread his legs further apart, wanting so badly to unzip his jeans and just fucking touch-do something for chrissake-but he didn't dare move…Zach never said he could.
Eric barely allowed himself to blink for fear he'd miss something-or worse, that he'd do something Zach didn't quite approve of, causing this whole game to end.
He consciously wondered when he'd started thinking he had to follow Zach's orders, because so far Zach hadn't ordered him to do anything besides "sit and watch"…But Eric sat still, keeping his eyes trained on the performance in front of him. He rolled his hips firmly as if he were fucking someone-seething at the fact he decidedly wasn’t fucking anyone…wasn’t even getting a goddamn hand down his pants for fuck’s sake-and waited breathlessly for Zach's next instructions.
"God Zach, please."
"Please, what, Christopher?"
"Pleeease, just fucking move, touch me, Zach, pleasepleaseplease." Chris sobbed and let his head fall forward to hang between his shoulders.
Zach moaned softly and sped up his thrusts, pulling a little further out of Chris before rocking back in. He started to reach around to Chris's cock but stopped, and stilled instantly inside of Chris when Eric's voice broke out through the room.
"Yes" Eric hissed. His eyes were trained on Chris's cock, needing to see Zach's tight grip on it as he pumped Chris in time with his thrusts. Because surely he would. He had to. Chris needed it...Eric needed it.
If Eric’s eyes hadn’t been occupied elsewhere, he would have noticed the way both men’s eyes darkened perceptibly with the slow smirks that spread across their faces.
"I thought..." Zach began moving again, bringing his hand back to it’s resting place on Chris’s hip, "That you just wanted to watch...Didn't he say that, Chris?...Didn't he say he wanted to watch while I fucked your tight ass?" Zach's voice was low and dangerous.
"Mhmm" Chris moaned and closed his eyes.
"Yeah he did." Zach replied with a thrust. "So, Eric...Watch...Don't move. Don't speak...Just. Watch." Zach accented each word with a hard thrust deep inside Chris. "I want you to watch while I make Chris come with just my cock...and he will, Eric...Watch him."
"I want you to watch me, Eric." Chris panted, and let out a throaty whine. "Watch me come for Zach."
Zach moaned and pressed a flat palm to Chris's back, forcing the other man down roughly onto his forearms. He gripped Chris's ass in each hand and set a relentless rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming back in, hard and fast.
Chris moaned at the new angle, but kept his eyes trained on the man in front of him-eye-fucking Eric with the same intensity Zach was fucking him.
Eric’s vision blurred slightly. He clenched his jaw and breathed heavily through his nose. His ears were ringing and he felt light-headed. The sound of Chris's moans, and the slap of skin on skin were the only sounds in the room. Eric gripped the armrests of the chair and risked whatever Zach's form of punishment was in a situation like this to thrust his hips up firmly, now thanking God that he didn't take his jeans off. The friction was fucking perfect and he felt himself getting closer to the edge, needing to come so badly he could cry, but not yet…not yet…He needed to see Chris first.
Eric tore his eyes away from Chris's burning gaze and let them travel slowly down the man’s back to Zach's hips…up his tight stomach, flexing with every thrust of his hips…to his face, where his bottom lip had somehow found its way back between his teeth, held there hard, as his eyes closed and his head fell back.
"God, Zach, yeah...fuck...so close...harder...just like that. Ohfuckpleaserightthere..."
"Now, Chris. Come for me." Zach growled and sped up, slamming into Chris harder than Eric had ever seen anyone fucked in his life.
Eric's eyes snapped back to Chris's face.
Chris let out a long, drawn-out groan, somehow keeping his eyes open to stare into Eric's as he shot hot and hard over his chest and the bed underneath him.
Zach’s hips snapped forward a few more times before his whole body tensed and he came, deep inside of Chris, with a loud moan.
Fuck. Eric let out a strangled noise and his eyes shut involuntarily. He’d been so caught up in watching, and not moving, he’d forgotten about his own straining erection, so hard now it was almost painful. He couldn’t take it anymore. His hands flew from their perch on the armrests of the chair to his belt-buckle. He quickly unzipped his jeans and groaned loudly as he finally closed a fist around his aching erection. He was close. So fucking close. So close. He couldn’t believe he’d lasted this long. He ran his hand up, flicking his thumb over the head, and God, fucking yes.
He only barely registered Zach’s deep chuckle,
“Chris?...I think Eric needs a little…help.” Eric wanted to be angry at Zach’s teasing tone…But he really wasn’t.
Chris slowly lifted his head and looked at Eric. He let out a tiny noise of agreement and nodded slightly as he watched Eric stroke himself roughly.
Zach leaned down over Chris, pressing his weight onto the man's back. He slowly ran his fingers through Chris’s hair, then yanked, hard, and murmured in his ear, “…help him out, Chris…Get on your knees.”