fic: Wax
Title: Wax
Pairing: Kristen Bell/Zach Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: on top
Summary: "Look, you're sexy and all your fangirls can't be wrong, but the swirly chest hair just isn't working for you."
Warning/Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own them nor am I associated with them in anyway. They belong to themselves. And I think this fulfills the raunch in raunchfest.
A/N: Completing prompt 'on top' from the rpf_raunchfest prompt table. I'd like to thank dragynflies for giving me the idea for this story and I'd like to thank whoever it was that took those recent candids of shirtless ZQ on the set of Heroes. I'd say forgive me for the fic but I'm beyond that now. So please, move onto something else if you don't want to read this.
Originally Posted: 2/09/2009 ( here)
And I think writing RPF is my way of acting out how sad I am that KB isn't on Heroes anymore, haha.
They're both relaxing in the newly installed jacuzzi tub. Warm water is shooting out from the jets, bringing a pleasant and relaxing experience to both. Kristen sighs as she leans against Zach's chest. Her hands idly play with the bubbles floating on top of the water.
"This was definitely one of your better ideas," she muses.
"I always have good ideas!" Zach retorts.
"Um...not always," she jokingly replies.
"Oh yeah? What's a bad idea that I've had?"
"For one, not cutting your hair shorter," she turns around to face him. "And speaking of hair..." she places a hand on his chest, running it through his chest hair. "Something needs to be done about this."
"Excuse me?!" Zach sits up a litle straighter, taking his arms off the ledge surrounding the tub.
"Look, you're sexy and all your fangirls can't be wrong, but the swirly chest hair just isn't working for you."
He gives her an incredulous look. "And what exactly are you proposing?"
She gives him an impish grin. "Waxing." A laugh almost bubbles out of her when she sees his eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. "Look, I'll even do it for you."
"That thought doesn't exactly relax me, Kristen. There's a reason your nickname is 'Energy Hands'."
"Oh come on, don't be such a big baby. It won't hurt...much." Kristen gamely finishes. "Listen, I have an idea so it won't hurt as much."
"What's that?"
"Oh, you'll see," she grins. Bubbles and water drip down her body as she stands up in the tub and steps out to grab a towel. Zach watches as she wraps the blue terry cloth towel around her petite figure. She walks towards to the sink and bends down to open the cabinet doors located beneath.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting supplies, silly." A bunch of various items are pulled out and placed on the floor next to her. She then pulls a small box out and examines it. "Hmm, extra strength all over body wax hair removal. I think this will do the trick." Standing back up, she waves the box at Zach. "It says this needs to be microwaved so I'm going downstairs to the kitchen. I expect you to be downstairs in the living room soon." Kristen gathers the other items from the floor and bundles them up in her arms before she walks out.
Zach groans and rubs his temples. He reaches back and grabs a matching blue towel as he gets out of the tub. After toweling off and securing the towel around his waist, he turns off the tub before leaving the bathroom. He gets a little more nervous with each step taken. The idea of waxing his chest hair didn't thrill him but he knows that once Kristen gets an idea in her head, she will make sure that it gets done.
When he gets downstairs to the living room, he sees the supplies Kristen had gathered earlier are strewn across the floor. He gingerly sits down on the floor and picks up some of the things on the floor. "Baby powder? Moisturizer? What did I get myself into?" he mutters.
"Good, you're here!" Kristen's voice sounds out behind him. He turns around and sees her holding the box she had earlier and another container. "Wax is nice and hot."
Zach gulps slightly. "What do I do?"
"Lay down on the floor and I'll take care of it all," she gives him a devious grin.
"That's what I'm afraid of." But he lays down on the floor as ordered.
Kristen gets on her knees to straddle him and enjoys the look of surprise on his face. "Not quite the way it's supposed to be done, but I figured this will help make your experience better." She reaches over and grabs the baby powder to lightly coat his chest. "This will help the wax stick better to the hair." Next, she takes the wooden spatula and uses it to apply the wax on a portion of his chest.
Zach's breath hitches as the hot wax hits his chest. "Holy sh-..." he is silenced by Kristen's hand. A cloth strip is placed over the wax and Kristen leans over so they're nose to nose. "This might hurt a bit," she murmurs. Taking her hand away, she kisses him hard as the strip is yanked off. Rather than scream from the pain, he bites her bottom lip and she pulls away rubbing her lip with her fingers.
"Holy hell, Kristen! That's painful. How do you girls stand to get bikini waxes?" Zach grimaces as he rubs his chest to ease the pain.
She shrugs. "No pain, no gain." Then she flashes him a brilliant smile. "Look, it's starting to look better already!" Her hands brush his away and run over the now smooth portion of his chest.
"For all this pain, it better look good."
"Wimp," she teases.
Zach's arms reach up to grab her and pulls her down to his face. "Take that back or else!" he mock threatens.
"Or else what? You're gonna Sylar me?"
Wordlessly, he brings her face to his and gives her a bruising kiss. She moans into his mouth and braces her hands against the floor. He reaches for her towel and just as he starts to tug it off, her hands slap his away and she breaks the kiss.
"Not so fast! That can come when we're almost done with the waxing." But that kiss had gotten Kristen's arousal rising and she was in a hurry to be done with the waxing. She applies more of the hot wax onto Zach's chest with the spatula and smooths down the cloth strips. While she leaves her hands on his chest, she leans over to place kisses on his neck and when she reaches his ear, she lightly nibbles and exhales softly into it. He growls lowly with lust and turns his head so her lips meet his.
The kiss deepens and his hands reach for her towel once again. This time, she does not interrupt him and he tosses the towel aside. His hands trail all over her body, stopping to lightly squeeze her perky breasts. A moan escapes her lips and her hands slide from his chest to the towel around his waist. She makes quick work of it and as the towel comes loose, she pulls her mouth away from his. Her eyes meet his and her lips curl into a wicked smile.
Scooting down his body, she takes him in her hands and feels him harden at her touch. Ducking her head, she wraps her mouth around him and Zach sits up with his elbows against the floor, watching with avid fascination.
Her tongue is magic to him. She slowly strokes him with her tongue starting from the base. Stopping for a moment, she looks up to see if he is watching. Then she begins to lick around the bottom of the shaft and he can barely contain himself. He lets out a groan. "Kristen..."
He sits up further to pull her off him. At her quizzical look, he tells her, "I want you." A slow smile spreads across her face and she moves her body. Her hands wrap around his base as she slowly sinks down onto him. Zach closes his eyes momentarily at the sensation of her tight walls around him. When he reopens them, he sees a small smirk on her face, knowing the effect she's having on him. He takes one of his hands and moves it down to where they are joined. One of his fingers brushes against her clit and she shivers from the contact.
They both concentrate on making the other come as she rides him. She comes first and with one hand still around his cock, her other hand reaches for that cloth strip still on his chest. As she tightens even more around him, he feels himself losing it and lets out a guttural moan. At the same time, Kristen rips the cloth strip from his chest and he can't tell if the stars in his eyes are from pleasure or pain.
She collapses on top of him and he falls back with an arm around her back. Both breathe heavily, riding the high of their orgasms and waiting for their heartrates to get back to normal. She rests her head on his chest, her fingers running over the now hairless skin.
"So what did you think?" she asks, amusement in her voice.
"I am never letting you wax my chest again,"
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" she raises her head and gives him a fake stern look.
"The waxing, not so much. Everything else...yes," he grins.
Kristen rolls her eyes at him before she nestling her head back under his chin. They both are content and quiet for a few minutes as he gently rubs her back. JThe rubbing sensation almost lulls her to sleep and ust as she is about to close her eyes, she hears his voice, low and quiet.
"Well...maybe I'd let you do this again. Only if you do it the same way."
Pairing: Kristen Bell/Zach Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: on top
Summary: "Look, you're sexy and all your fangirls can't be wrong, but the swirly chest hair just isn't working for you."
Warning/Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own them nor am I associated with them in anyway. They belong to themselves. And I think this fulfills the raunch in raunchfest.
A/N: Completing prompt 'on top' from the rpf_raunchfest prompt table. I'd like to thank dragynflies for giving me the idea for this story and I'd like to thank whoever it was that took those recent candids of shirtless ZQ on the set of Heroes. I'd say forgive me for the fic but I'm beyond that now. So please, move onto something else if you don't want to read this.
Originally Posted: 2/09/2009 ( here)
And I think writing RPF is my way of acting out how sad I am that KB isn't on Heroes anymore, haha.
They're both relaxing in the newly installed jacuzzi tub. Warm water is shooting out from the jets, bringing a pleasant and relaxing experience to both. Kristen sighs as she leans against Zach's chest. Her hands idly play with the bubbles floating on top of the water.
"This was definitely one of your better ideas," she muses.
"I always have good ideas!" Zach retorts.
"Um...not always," she jokingly replies.
"Oh yeah? What's a bad idea that I've had?"
"For one, not cutting your hair shorter," she turns around to face him. "And speaking of hair..." she places a hand on his chest, running it through his chest hair. "Something needs to be done about this."
"Excuse me?!" Zach sits up a litle straighter, taking his arms off the ledge surrounding the tub.
"Look, you're sexy and all your fangirls can't be wrong, but the swirly chest hair just isn't working for you."
He gives her an incredulous look. "And what exactly are you proposing?"
She gives him an impish grin. "Waxing." A laugh almost bubbles out of her when she sees his eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. "Look, I'll even do it for you."
"That thought doesn't exactly relax me, Kristen. There's a reason your nickname is 'Energy Hands'."
"Oh come on, don't be such a big baby. It won't hurt...much." Kristen gamely finishes. "Listen, I have an idea so it won't hurt as much."
"What's that?"
"Oh, you'll see," she grins. Bubbles and water drip down her body as she stands up in the tub and steps out to grab a towel. Zach watches as she wraps the blue terry cloth towel around her petite figure. She walks towards to the sink and bends down to open the cabinet doors located beneath.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting supplies, silly." A bunch of various items are pulled out and placed on the floor next to her. She then pulls a small box out and examines it. "Hmm, extra strength all over body wax hair removal. I think this will do the trick." Standing back up, she waves the box at Zach. "It says this needs to be microwaved so I'm going downstairs to the kitchen. I expect you to be downstairs in the living room soon." Kristen gathers the other items from the floor and bundles them up in her arms before she walks out.
Zach groans and rubs his temples. He reaches back and grabs a matching blue towel as he gets out of the tub. After toweling off and securing the towel around his waist, he turns off the tub before leaving the bathroom. He gets a little more nervous with each step taken. The idea of waxing his chest hair didn't thrill him but he knows that once Kristen gets an idea in her head, she will make sure that it gets done.
When he gets downstairs to the living room, he sees the supplies Kristen had gathered earlier are strewn across the floor. He gingerly sits down on the floor and picks up some of the things on the floor. "Baby powder? Moisturizer? What did I get myself into?" he mutters.
"Good, you're here!" Kristen's voice sounds out behind him. He turns around and sees her holding the box she had earlier and another container. "Wax is nice and hot."
Zach gulps slightly. "What do I do?"
"Lay down on the floor and I'll take care of it all," she gives him a devious grin.
"That's what I'm afraid of." But he lays down on the floor as ordered.
Kristen gets on her knees to straddle him and enjoys the look of surprise on his face. "Not quite the way it's supposed to be done, but I figured this will help make your experience better." She reaches over and grabs the baby powder to lightly coat his chest. "This will help the wax stick better to the hair." Next, she takes the wooden spatula and uses it to apply the wax on a portion of his chest.
Zach's breath hitches as the hot wax hits his chest. "Holy sh-..." he is silenced by Kristen's hand. A cloth strip is placed over the wax and Kristen leans over so they're nose to nose. "This might hurt a bit," she murmurs. Taking her hand away, she kisses him hard as the strip is yanked off. Rather than scream from the pain, he bites her bottom lip and she pulls away rubbing her lip with her fingers.
"Holy hell, Kristen! That's painful. How do you girls stand to get bikini waxes?" Zach grimaces as he rubs his chest to ease the pain.
She shrugs. "No pain, no gain." Then she flashes him a brilliant smile. "Look, it's starting to look better already!" Her hands brush his away and run over the now smooth portion of his chest.
"For all this pain, it better look good."
"Wimp," she teases.
Zach's arms reach up to grab her and pulls her down to his face. "Take that back or else!" he mock threatens.
"Or else what? You're gonna Sylar me?"
Wordlessly, he brings her face to his and gives her a bruising kiss. She moans into his mouth and braces her hands against the floor. He reaches for her towel and just as he starts to tug it off, her hands slap his away and she breaks the kiss.
"Not so fast! That can come when we're almost done with the waxing." But that kiss had gotten Kristen's arousal rising and she was in a hurry to be done with the waxing. She applies more of the hot wax onto Zach's chest with the spatula and smooths down the cloth strips. While she leaves her hands on his chest, she leans over to place kisses on his neck and when she reaches his ear, she lightly nibbles and exhales softly into it. He growls lowly with lust and turns his head so her lips meet his.
The kiss deepens and his hands reach for her towel once again. This time, she does not interrupt him and he tosses the towel aside. His hands trail all over her body, stopping to lightly squeeze her perky breasts. A moan escapes her lips and her hands slide from his chest to the towel around his waist. She makes quick work of it and as the towel comes loose, she pulls her mouth away from his. Her eyes meet his and her lips curl into a wicked smile.
Scooting down his body, she takes him in her hands and feels him harden at her touch. Ducking her head, she wraps her mouth around him and Zach sits up with his elbows against the floor, watching with avid fascination.
Her tongue is magic to him. She slowly strokes him with her tongue starting from the base. Stopping for a moment, she looks up to see if he is watching. Then she begins to lick around the bottom of the shaft and he can barely contain himself. He lets out a groan. "Kristen..."
He sits up further to pull her off him. At her quizzical look, he tells her, "I want you." A slow smile spreads across her face and she moves her body. Her hands wrap around his base as she slowly sinks down onto him. Zach closes his eyes momentarily at the sensation of her tight walls around him. When he reopens them, he sees a small smirk on her face, knowing the effect she's having on him. He takes one of his hands and moves it down to where they are joined. One of his fingers brushes against her clit and she shivers from the contact.
They both concentrate on making the other come as she rides him. She comes first and with one hand still around his cock, her other hand reaches for that cloth strip still on his chest. As she tightens even more around him, he feels himself losing it and lets out a guttural moan. At the same time, Kristen rips the cloth strip from his chest and he can't tell if the stars in his eyes are from pleasure or pain.
She collapses on top of him and he falls back with an arm around her back. Both breathe heavily, riding the high of their orgasms and waiting for their heartrates to get back to normal. She rests her head on his chest, her fingers running over the now hairless skin.
"So what did you think?" she asks, amusement in her voice.
"I am never letting you wax my chest again,"
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" she raises her head and gives him a fake stern look.
"The waxing, not so much. Everything else...yes," he grins.
Kristen rolls her eyes at him before she nestling her head back under his chin. They both are content and quiet for a few minutes as he gently rubs her back. JThe rubbing sensation almost lulls her to sleep and ust as she is about to close her eyes, she hears his voice, low and quiet.
"Well...maybe I'd let you do this again. Only if you do it the same way."