Fic: Pool Shark (Zach/Chris)
Title: Pool Shark
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chris has Zach off his game.
Beta: none, all mistakes my own
Note: Dedicated to my best friend eruberueth, who gave me the delicious image of Chris in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, cigarette behind his ear, leaning over a pool table.
Word Count: 1905
It was a scene right out of a black and white movie. The classically handsome, rugged leading man, bent against the pool table, eyeing his next shot thoughtfully. His impossibly blue eyes flickered in the dim light, his fingers stroked idly against the cue.
This wasn’t some scene out of a movie, though. This was a Friday night out with Chris for some beer and a few games of pool. How something as benign as that had turned into an endless stream of lust in Zach’s brain, he didn’t know.
Maybe it was the way Chris’ faded blue jeans hugged his body that made Zach’s thoughts turn to sin. And he was a recovering Catholic, so he knew sin. They were tight in all the right places, hanging a little low on Chris’ hips so that when he moved his white t-shirt occasionally rode up a little, revealing an expanse of tanned skin that made Zach want to reach out and touch.
The t-shirt was not helping Zach keep his thoughts G rated, either. It was just short of being skin tight, Chris’ biceps pushed against the soft looking cotton. Zach could see Chris’ nipples outlined against the fabric and itched to suck on them, right through the shirt.
“Your shot,” Chris said. His voice sounded raspier than usual to Zach, which he admitted might be his lust drenched imagination.
Zach smiled and picked up his cue. He looked at the table for a few seconds before striking the white ball a little too hard and sending it shooting off the side and into a pocket. “Shit,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “I thought you said you were good at pool,” he said, smirking as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
“I am,” Zach insisted.
“All evidence to the contrary,” Chris said, cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke.
Zach’s breath caught as he watched Chris’ mouth. His lips were full and pink and begged to be kissed. Or fucked. A frisson ran through Zach’s frame at the image of Chris kneeling below him, baby blues twinkling as those incredible lips wrapped around his cock.
“No smoking in here,” a waitress said, pointing to a sign as she passed by, just as Chris was about to light up.
“Oh, sorry,” Chris said, smiling politely. He took the cigarette from his lips and tucked it behind his ear. “Want to slip out for a smoke after the game?”
“What? Oh, sure,” Zach said.
Chris furrowed his brow and came closer to Zach as he examined his next shot. “What’s up with you?” he said, pushing his body in front of Zach, brushing their hips together. “A little space, Zachary?”
“Sorry,” Zach said and took a step back to give Chris room. He watched as Chris bent over the table. The t-shirt lifted and the jeans pulled tighter over Chris’ ass. Zach’s cock twitched. He had an incredible urge to step close to Chris and tell his friend he wanted to bend him over that pool table a fuck him until he screamed.
Zach heard the balls clink together and suddenly had Chris in his face. “You’re awfully distant tonight,” Chris said, his voice warm, smoky.
“You’re awfully distracting tonight,” Zach said.
A smile tugged at the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Am I? Why’s that?”
Zach stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. “You look so fucking hot,” Zach breathed into Chris’ ear. “These scandalously tight jeans… the white shirt… All I can think about is bending you over this pool table and fucking you ’til you scream my name.” Zach’s fingers went to Chris’ waist, pushed under the cotton of the other man’s shirt. He stroked the pads lightly over Chris’ side, slid them until his arm was hooked around his friend and his hand rested on the small of his back. Chris’ skin was warm and softer than Zach would have guessed.
Zach could see Chris swallow, watched as his friend licked his lips. “There’s a few too many people here for that,” Chris said.
Zach smiled now. “I’d settle for a blowjob,” he murmured, licking along the shell of Chris’ ear.
Chris reached out suddenly and twisted his fingers into Zach’s flannel shirt. He tugged Zach closer and smashed their mouths together in a needy kiss. “Come on,” he breathed, stepping back, letting go of Zach’s shirt. He walked slowly towards the back of the bar and into the men’s room.
Zach followed, his heart thrumming inside his chest. The small restroom was empty save for the two of them and Zach found himself being dragged into a stall. It was cramped but they managed to fit inside. Chris shoved Zach gently against the wall before falling to his knees in front of him.
Zach looked down at Chris’ face. His blue eyes were incandescent, two flickering flames, burning with raw desire. His eyelashes were thick, fluttering against his cheeks. Zach reached out, ran his fingers against Chris’ stubbly face, traced the scar on his left cheek reverently, let his thumb smooth over Chris’ gorgeous mouth.
Chris parted his lips, taking Zach’s thumb and forefinger inside and sucking on them lightly. He brought his hands to Zach’s waistband and undid the fastening, sliding the zipper slowly down.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Zach rasped. His eyes stayed fixed with Chris’ as his friend dragged his jeans and boxers down his hips and inched closer. Chris’ hands caressed along Zach’s flank, skated down over his thigh. Zach withdrew his fingers from Chris’ mouth.
Chris brought his lips against one of Zach’s thighs. Soft, wet kisses fell against Zach’s sensitive skin. His cock twitched and throbbed painfully as the rough hair on Chris’ face brushed against it. Zach groaned in frustration, his fingers threaded into Chris’ short hair.
Chris lifted his head a little. His eyelids were half closed, the blue orbs shimmered. His voice was low, yielding. “Tell me what you want, Zachary.”
Zach’s stomach clenched. His fingers slid along Chris’ jaw, over his mouth. “I want your mouth on my cock,” he said.
Another tiny smirk flickered over Chris’ lips before he brought them against Zach. They were hot and slick as Chris kissed up and down Zach’s length, his tongue painting long, maddeningly deliberate stripes along Zach’s aching flesh, flicking against the head.
“You little fucking tease,” Zach whimpered, head falling back and bumping against the stall. Chris’ fingers grazed over the backs of his thighs. Chris rubbed his cheek against Zach’s cock. Zach looked down and met Chris’ eyes. His heart raced at the look he saw there.
Chris licked his lips slowly, the bottom, then the top. He gripped Zach’s thighs and blew a soft puff of breath over his cock, causing Zach to shudder. Desire smoldered through Zach’s body, twisting and snarling. Zach reached out and wrapped his fingers behind Chris’ neck and pulled the other man closer.
Chris’ tongue darted out from between his lips and lapped up the moisture that gathered at the head of Zach’s cock. Zach cursed, both hands coming up to cradle Chris’ skull just as Chris took him into his mouth.
A sob came from somewhere deep inside Zach as the sinful, wet heat of Chris’ mouth wrapped around him. Chris’ lips were silky as they moved along Zach’s too sensitive flesh. Chris’ tongue snaked idly against Zach as his mouth sucked far too gently.
Zach bucked his hips and Chris didn’t try to stop him. Chris only suckled harder, swallowed Zach deeper. Zach watched his friend, saw pleasure etched on his beautiful face, saw those blue eyes close, the eyelids fluttering. He let his hand come down and lightly touched those velvety lashes before cupping Chris’ jaw.
Zach thrust harder and Chris’s fingers bit into his side. He felt the other man’s hand move between his legs and let out a keening cry when Chris began toying with his balls. “Fuck, Chris…”
Zach swore he could feel Chris smile around him as the pressure intensified and Chris began to hum, his cheeks hollowed, his teeth skimming along Zach’s hot skin. Zach fucked Chris’ mouth in earnest now, unable to hold back, until he came, spilling down Chris’ throat, falling weakly back against the stall.
Chris’ hands held tightly to Zach’s waist as he drank down what Zach had to offer before letting his friend’s cock slip from between his lips. Zach reached down, gripping onto Chris’ upper arms and pulling him to his feet. Chris pressed against him and their eyes locked for a few long seconds. Zach’s gaze drifted down a few inches to Chris’ red, swollen mouth. He tugged the other man close and kissed him hard.
Chris moaned and whimpered against Zach’s mouth. Zach could taste himself on Chris and it sent a shiver down his spine. They parted at last, both gasping for air. Zach could feel Chris against him; pressed his thigh forward a little and was reward with a moan. “You’re so hard,” Zach said. He reached down and quickly undid Chris’ button fly jeans, pushing them and his briefs down over his hips.
“Fuck,” Chris said, burying his face against Zach’s neck.
“Later,” Zach promised. He took Chris’ cock into his hand and tightened his fist around him. He jerked and squeezed until he found a rhythm Chris liked. Chris thrust wildly into his hand and bit down on Zach’s neck. “Come on, baby… that’s it…just like that.”
“Oh, God,” Chris sobbed as he came, shaking in Zach’s arms.
Zach smirked, fingers still lazily caressing Chris’ length. Their mouths met again before they helped put each other back together before and left the stall.
Zach washed his hands while Chris did the same. Zach smiled over at Chris who winked back at him, making Zach laugh. They exited the bathroom and made their way back into the bar proper.
“I could use that smoke now,” Chris said, eyes bright.
“Me, too,” Zach said. He followed Chris out of the bar. Once outside, they both lit up. Zach exhaled and watched Chris’ mouth as his friend sucked on his cigarette. It was quiet for a few minutes. “You didn’t play fair tonight,” he said.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Are you accusing me of cheating at pool?”
“I’m accusing you of leading me into temptation,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “You loved it,” he said. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me. It was fun watching you come unglued…” Chris exhaled some smoke before dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it out.
Zach got close to Chris, slipping his arm around his waist, blowing a little smoke out before kissing the other man. Chris tasted like beer and cigarettes and Zach. It made Zach’s insides quiver. “I’d like to watch you come unglued…” he whispered.
“And how are you going to accomplish that?” Chris asked.
“It just so happens I have a pool table in my den,” Zach said, smirking against Chris’ lips.
“Fancy that,” Chris murmured.
“I’m going to take you home with me and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name,” Zach said. “Would you like that, Christopher?”
“God, yes,” Chris breathed.
Zach stepped back and took Chris’ hand in his. They kissed as they walked to Zach’s car before getting inside, headlights glowing bright before careening off, the scene fading to black.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chris has Zach off his game.
Beta: none, all mistakes my own
Note: Dedicated to my best friend eruberueth, who gave me the delicious image of Chris in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, cigarette behind his ear, leaning over a pool table.
Word Count: 1905
It was a scene right out of a black and white movie. The classically handsome, rugged leading man, bent against the pool table, eyeing his next shot thoughtfully. His impossibly blue eyes flickered in the dim light, his fingers stroked idly against the cue.
This wasn’t some scene out of a movie, though. This was a Friday night out with Chris for some beer and a few games of pool. How something as benign as that had turned into an endless stream of lust in Zach’s brain, he didn’t know.
Maybe it was the way Chris’ faded blue jeans hugged his body that made Zach’s thoughts turn to sin. And he was a recovering Catholic, so he knew sin. They were tight in all the right places, hanging a little low on Chris’ hips so that when he moved his white t-shirt occasionally rode up a little, revealing an expanse of tanned skin that made Zach want to reach out and touch.
The t-shirt was not helping Zach keep his thoughts G rated, either. It was just short of being skin tight, Chris’ biceps pushed against the soft looking cotton. Zach could see Chris’ nipples outlined against the fabric and itched to suck on them, right through the shirt.
“Your shot,” Chris said. His voice sounded raspier than usual to Zach, which he admitted might be his lust drenched imagination.
Zach smiled and picked up his cue. He looked at the table for a few seconds before striking the white ball a little too hard and sending it shooting off the side and into a pocket. “Shit,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “I thought you said you were good at pool,” he said, smirking as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
“I am,” Zach insisted.
“All evidence to the contrary,” Chris said, cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke.
Zach’s breath caught as he watched Chris’ mouth. His lips were full and pink and begged to be kissed. Or fucked. A frisson ran through Zach’s frame at the image of Chris kneeling below him, baby blues twinkling as those incredible lips wrapped around his cock.
“No smoking in here,” a waitress said, pointing to a sign as she passed by, just as Chris was about to light up.
“Oh, sorry,” Chris said, smiling politely. He took the cigarette from his lips and tucked it behind his ear. “Want to slip out for a smoke after the game?”
“What? Oh, sure,” Zach said.
Chris furrowed his brow and came closer to Zach as he examined his next shot. “What’s up with you?” he said, pushing his body in front of Zach, brushing their hips together. “A little space, Zachary?”
“Sorry,” Zach said and took a step back to give Chris room. He watched as Chris bent over the table. The t-shirt lifted and the jeans pulled tighter over Chris’ ass. Zach’s cock twitched. He had an incredible urge to step close to Chris and tell his friend he wanted to bend him over that pool table a fuck him until he screamed.
Zach heard the balls clink together and suddenly had Chris in his face. “You’re awfully distant tonight,” Chris said, his voice warm, smoky.
“You’re awfully distracting tonight,” Zach said.
A smile tugged at the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Am I? Why’s that?”
Zach stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. “You look so fucking hot,” Zach breathed into Chris’ ear. “These scandalously tight jeans… the white shirt… All I can think about is bending you over this pool table and fucking you ’til you scream my name.” Zach’s fingers went to Chris’ waist, pushed under the cotton of the other man’s shirt. He stroked the pads lightly over Chris’ side, slid them until his arm was hooked around his friend and his hand rested on the small of his back. Chris’ skin was warm and softer than Zach would have guessed.
Zach could see Chris swallow, watched as his friend licked his lips. “There’s a few too many people here for that,” Chris said.
Zach smiled now. “I’d settle for a blowjob,” he murmured, licking along the shell of Chris’ ear.
Chris reached out suddenly and twisted his fingers into Zach’s flannel shirt. He tugged Zach closer and smashed their mouths together in a needy kiss. “Come on,” he breathed, stepping back, letting go of Zach’s shirt. He walked slowly towards the back of the bar and into the men’s room.
Zach followed, his heart thrumming inside his chest. The small restroom was empty save for the two of them and Zach found himself being dragged into a stall. It was cramped but they managed to fit inside. Chris shoved Zach gently against the wall before falling to his knees in front of him.
Zach looked down at Chris’ face. His blue eyes were incandescent, two flickering flames, burning with raw desire. His eyelashes were thick, fluttering against his cheeks. Zach reached out, ran his fingers against Chris’ stubbly face, traced the scar on his left cheek reverently, let his thumb smooth over Chris’ gorgeous mouth.
Chris parted his lips, taking Zach’s thumb and forefinger inside and sucking on them lightly. He brought his hands to Zach’s waistband and undid the fastening, sliding the zipper slowly down.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Zach rasped. His eyes stayed fixed with Chris’ as his friend dragged his jeans and boxers down his hips and inched closer. Chris’ hands caressed along Zach’s flank, skated down over his thigh. Zach withdrew his fingers from Chris’ mouth.
Chris brought his lips against one of Zach’s thighs. Soft, wet kisses fell against Zach’s sensitive skin. His cock twitched and throbbed painfully as the rough hair on Chris’ face brushed against it. Zach groaned in frustration, his fingers threaded into Chris’ short hair.
Chris lifted his head a little. His eyelids were half closed, the blue orbs shimmered. His voice was low, yielding. “Tell me what you want, Zachary.”
Zach’s stomach clenched. His fingers slid along Chris’ jaw, over his mouth. “I want your mouth on my cock,” he said.
Another tiny smirk flickered over Chris’ lips before he brought them against Zach. They were hot and slick as Chris kissed up and down Zach’s length, his tongue painting long, maddeningly deliberate stripes along Zach’s aching flesh, flicking against the head.
“You little fucking tease,” Zach whimpered, head falling back and bumping against the stall. Chris’ fingers grazed over the backs of his thighs. Chris rubbed his cheek against Zach’s cock. Zach looked down and met Chris’ eyes. His heart raced at the look he saw there.
Chris licked his lips slowly, the bottom, then the top. He gripped Zach’s thighs and blew a soft puff of breath over his cock, causing Zach to shudder. Desire smoldered through Zach’s body, twisting and snarling. Zach reached out and wrapped his fingers behind Chris’ neck and pulled the other man closer.
Chris’ tongue darted out from between his lips and lapped up the moisture that gathered at the head of Zach’s cock. Zach cursed, both hands coming up to cradle Chris’ skull just as Chris took him into his mouth.
A sob came from somewhere deep inside Zach as the sinful, wet heat of Chris’ mouth wrapped around him. Chris’ lips were silky as they moved along Zach’s too sensitive flesh. Chris’ tongue snaked idly against Zach as his mouth sucked far too gently.
Zach bucked his hips and Chris didn’t try to stop him. Chris only suckled harder, swallowed Zach deeper. Zach watched his friend, saw pleasure etched on his beautiful face, saw those blue eyes close, the eyelids fluttering. He let his hand come down and lightly touched those velvety lashes before cupping Chris’ jaw.
Zach thrust harder and Chris’s fingers bit into his side. He felt the other man’s hand move between his legs and let out a keening cry when Chris began toying with his balls. “Fuck, Chris…”
Zach swore he could feel Chris smile around him as the pressure intensified and Chris began to hum, his cheeks hollowed, his teeth skimming along Zach’s hot skin. Zach fucked Chris’ mouth in earnest now, unable to hold back, until he came, spilling down Chris’ throat, falling weakly back against the stall.
Chris’ hands held tightly to Zach’s waist as he drank down what Zach had to offer before letting his friend’s cock slip from between his lips. Zach reached down, gripping onto Chris’ upper arms and pulling him to his feet. Chris pressed against him and their eyes locked for a few long seconds. Zach’s gaze drifted down a few inches to Chris’ red, swollen mouth. He tugged the other man close and kissed him hard.
Chris moaned and whimpered against Zach’s mouth. Zach could taste himself on Chris and it sent a shiver down his spine. They parted at last, both gasping for air. Zach could feel Chris against him; pressed his thigh forward a little and was reward with a moan. “You’re so hard,” Zach said. He reached down and quickly undid Chris’ button fly jeans, pushing them and his briefs down over his hips.
“Fuck,” Chris said, burying his face against Zach’s neck.
“Later,” Zach promised. He took Chris’ cock into his hand and tightened his fist around him. He jerked and squeezed until he found a rhythm Chris liked. Chris thrust wildly into his hand and bit down on Zach’s neck. “Come on, baby… that’s it…just like that.”
“Oh, God,” Chris sobbed as he came, shaking in Zach’s arms.
Zach smirked, fingers still lazily caressing Chris’ length. Their mouths met again before they helped put each other back together before and left the stall.
Zach washed his hands while Chris did the same. Zach smiled over at Chris who winked back at him, making Zach laugh. They exited the bathroom and made their way back into the bar proper.
“I could use that smoke now,” Chris said, eyes bright.
“Me, too,” Zach said. He followed Chris out of the bar. Once outside, they both lit up. Zach exhaled and watched Chris’ mouth as his friend sucked on his cigarette. It was quiet for a few minutes. “You didn’t play fair tonight,” he said.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Are you accusing me of cheating at pool?”
“I’m accusing you of leading me into temptation,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “You loved it,” he said. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me. It was fun watching you come unglued…” Chris exhaled some smoke before dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it out.
Zach got close to Chris, slipping his arm around his waist, blowing a little smoke out before kissing the other man. Chris tasted like beer and cigarettes and Zach. It made Zach’s insides quiver. “I’d like to watch you come unglued…” he whispered.
“And how are you going to accomplish that?” Chris asked.
“It just so happens I have a pool table in my den,” Zach said, smirking against Chris’ lips.
“Fancy that,” Chris murmured.
“I’m going to take you home with me and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name,” Zach said. “Would you like that, Christopher?”
“God, yes,” Chris breathed.
Zach stepped back and took Chris’ hand in his. They kissed as they walked to Zach’s car before getting inside, headlights glowing bright before careening off, the scene fading to black.
~fin~