Fic: Faith and Desire (Zach/Chris)
Title: Faith and Desire
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: So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Beta: eruberueth
Note: Inspired by the song “Come On Get Higher” by Matt Nathanson.
Word Count: 2580
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
The coffee was cold, morning had given way to day and Zach was alone. The sky was bright at last, the sun finally burning off the haze. It had taken a long time; the smog and grit in the atmosphere were unusually heavy the last few days and had lingered oppressively. No more though. Wispy clouds dotted a sky so blue it made Zach’s heart ache.
He closed his eyes and let his head fill with another blue. One that haunted his lonely nights and lit his empty days. It was the color of regret, of missed chances and stupid pride. It seeped through Zach and stained every nerve and sinew, blinding him, blotting out everything else.
“Zach?”
The sound of his name echoed in his brain like a whispered memory. It wasn’t until Zach felt a hand on his shoulder that he opened his eyes. “Oh. You’re here,” Zach said.
Chris frowned. His expression was dark, his mouth pursed into a thin line and his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. His fingers were still on Zach’s shoulder and felt warm through the thin cotton. Chris seemed to realize he was still touching Zach and backed off, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m here. Why are you here? This place is a little out of your way.”
Zach opened his mouth and closed it again. All of his practiced words had fled. His heart hammered and his hands trembled. “I came to see you,” Zach said. When all else failed simple honesty was the only recourse.
Chris’ expression didn’t change but his body stiffened visibly. “Why?”
Zach stood. “Sit, please? I need-let me get you a cup of coffee.”
Chris inclined his head after a few seconds and slid into the chair opposite the one Zach had just vacated. Zach went over to the counter and got two cups of coffee before returning to the table and sitting down again.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking coffee and avoiding each other’s gaze. “How long were you waiting?” Chris asked at last.
“A couple hours,” Zach said.
“You could have called if you wanted to see me,” Chris said.
“I was afraid you might ignore the call,” Zach admitted.
“Like you ignored all of my calls?”
“I’m sorry,” Zach said, his voice very soft.
Chris snorted and took his glasses off. The first thing Zach noticed was how dark the blue of his eyes seemed, clouded over, opaque with anger and undisguised pain. “Are you?”
“Yes. I could lie to you. I could say I got busy and kept meaning to call,” Zach said. “But that wouldn’t be true.”
“What would be true?” Chris asked.
There was a faint tremor when Chris spoke and Zach knew it all too well. When the truth seemed more frightening than anything else in the world. “I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” Chris said. “What the hell did I do that scared you?”
Zach shook his head. “What did you do? You consumed me, Chris. The sound of your voice, the touch of your skin… Every whispered moan, every kiss, every time I buried myself inside you made it worse. Made me ache more, need more…”
“Well, I’m really fucking sorry, Zach” Chris said, eyes flashing.
Zach reached out, grabbed Chris’ hand. Chris pulled away, by instinct, but Zach tightened his grip. “I’ve never- It was never this way with anyone else. I couldn’t handle it. I’m in my fucking thirties, I don’t let my heart rule my head,” Zach said.
“I know,” Chris said. “I know. You like control. You like order. Your career, your relationships, your feelings. You had to protect yourself, I get it. I don’t live that way, Zach. I-I laid it all out for you. Laid my fucking heart bare. And you stopped taking my calls.”
Chris’ voice was only a whisper but it might as well have been a scream, the way it rattled through Zach’s frame. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I know I did, but I would never mean to. Intentions matter, don’t they?”
“Your intentions were clear, Zach. You wanted me gone but you didn’t have the balls to break it off between us.”
“No,” Zach said. “Okay, yeah, maybe you’re partly right. I couldn’t break it off, I couldn’t say those words, I couldn’t. But I never wanted you gone.”
Chris coughed and their eyes met. “What the hell do you want from me? You want me to forgive you? So you don’t have to feel guilty? Fuck you, Zach.”
“I want you to forgive me. I want you to understand. I-fuck, Chris. I just want you,” Zach said. Zach let go of Chris’ hand and stood, leaning over the table. He grabbed hold of Chris’ face and pressed his mouth to Chris’.
Chris was rigid beneath Zach’s lips, his hands coming between them and weakly pushing at Zach’s chest in a half-hearted effort to shove Zach away. Zach held his hands in place but let his fingers gently stroke over Chris’ skin. He kept his mouth against Chris’, tongue swiping over his lower lip, against the seam, pleading for entrance. “Please,” Zach said, the whispered word caressing Chris’ mouth as surely as his lips did.
Chris’s fingers twisted into Zach’s t-shirt. The fight drained out of Chris and his mouth loosened beneath Zach’s. Chris’ lips sparked to life, the kiss turning wet and wild as Zach’s tongue slid into Chris’ mouth. Zach tried to move closer but the table was in the way and wobbled precariously. The noise caused both men to move back and Zach slumped down into his chair. Zach touched his fingers to his own mouth, feeling the wet and warmth of Chris still on his sensitive skin. He looked over at Chris and swallowed at the shimmering need in Chris’ blue eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he said again, needing to say it, desperate for Chris to understand.
“Stop,” Chris shook his head. “Stop saying you’re sorry and start making me believe it.”
There was a smile playing on Chris’ mouth now, the first one of the day and Zach couldn’t keep his own grin under wraps. He got to his feet and extended his hand. “Let’s go back to your apartment and I will.”
Chris hesitated. It was only for the space of a heartbeat but it was enough to make Zach sick with doubt. That feeling was obliterated in the next heartbeat when Chris took Zach’s hand and got to his feet.
They didn’t say anything else as they exited the coffee shop and made their way quickly back to Chris’ apartment building. Zach pressed himself to Chris’ back as Chris fumbled with his key in the lock. He ran his hands down Chris’ sides and Chris shivered. Zach smirked and kissed softly against the nape of his neck.
“You’re making this difficult,” Chris murmured.
“I know,” Zach said.
Chris got the door open at last and they stumbled inside. Chris did a one eighty and faced Zach, hands on Zach’s waist, tugging him backwards with him towards the bedroom. Their clothes marked the trail they took, the last pieces on the floor at the foot of the bed as they slowly sank back onto it, Zach above Chris, limbs tangling.
The gorgeous warmth of Chris’ skin rushed into Zach, sank into his bones. A soft whimper fell from Zach’s lips. “Missed you so much,” he said, his lips sliding along the line of Chris’ jaw. Chris reached out, shaky fingers moving over Zach’s chest.
The touch sent desire and disquiet, in equal measure, through Zach’s blood. Chris was taut beneath him. Zach felt hesitation shudder through the other man’s body, heard it in his ragged intake of breath. Zach kissed softly against Chris’ shoulder, against his neck and his cheek before finally brushing their mouths together.
Zach knew it wasn’t this. Wasn’t the act of sex that had Chris so on edge. This they had done countless times, this they fell into naturally, fitting together like some craftsman had made them for each other, lips knowing where to kiss, hands knowing where to touch.
There wasn’t much Zach could do to take this fear away. Words and hands could only do so much. The only true remedy was to prove to Chris he would be here tomorrow and the tomorrow after that. And that is what Zach meant to do. But for now there were only words and hands.
Zach brought his lips near Chris’ ear, licked along the outer shell as his fingers smoothed down Chris’ torso, over his hip, softly along his inner thigh. “You can trust me,” he breathed, the flat of his hand pressing down over Chris’ groin.
Chris moaned weakly. His fingers skated down Zach’s spine. Zach’s fingertips danced lightly over Chris’ length, teasing him to full hardness, his hand enveloping the other man and squeezing a few times before letting go. Chris groaned softly at the loss of contact.
“I’m right here,” Zach whispered, his hand dipping down, palming Chris’ balls, drawing a whimper from the other man’s lips.
“I can’t--” Chris breathed, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Zach’s heart just about stopped at those words. He looked down at Chris’ face. “Chris, I know I fucked up, just-”
Chris reached his hand out and cupped Zach’s cheek, halting the words. “You talk too damn much. Would you fucking let me finish?” Zach nodded. “I can’t go back to-wondering. I can’t not have you, not feel you inside me, not know when the next time we touch will be, not feel your breath down my spine… Make me believe, Zachary. Make me believe you won’t go anywhere.”
“I won’t. I can’t give you up again. It didn’t work. Nothing seems to work without you,” Zach said. “Trust me, please.”
“Make me trust you, make it more than words, Zach,” Chris said, reaching for Zach, his fingers wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him down hard for a needy, wanting kiss.
It left both men breathless when it was over. Zach looked into the blue of Chris’ eyes. “I’ll make you believe, just relax,” Zach said, drawing the last word out and smiling against Chris’s mouth.
Chris smiled, too and hooked a leg around Zach and lifted his hips. Zach joined their mouths and made this kiss count, pouring everything he was and everything he felt for Chris into it. He could feel Chris come loose beneath him, tension ebbing, Chris’ arms sliding around Zach as he curved against him.
Zach broke the kiss but left his mouth soft against Chris’. He reached to the nightstand and rooted through the drawer for what he needed. He used his knee and carefully pushed Chris’ legs apart. He popped the cap of the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers before bringing one lightly, so very lightly, against Chris. He took time to tease Chris open, to circle his entrance with the gentlest of touches before pushing a finger inside.
It was the care of his touch and the soft words he continued to breathe into Chris’ ear that caused Chris to sigh and moan, to make him grow pliant beneath Zach. When Zach withdrew his fingers Chris was quivering again, but not with unease.
The foil crinkled as Zach tore the wrapper open and slid the condom onto his cock. He used more lube to coat himself and laced Chris’ other leg around his waist. He kissed Chris lightly and buried himself inside the other man.
Their bodies were still, the room quiet. Zach’s eyes had screwed shut as he sank inside Chris and remained that way as he felt the thrum of his heart and reached a hand out, laying it over Chris’ chest to feel the equally mad beating of his lover’s heart. Chris’ fingers brushing over his mouth made Zach open his eyes. There were no more clouds in Chris’ eyes, no more muddy emotions. Only clear, undiluted, electric blue.
Zach started to move slowly, drawing each thrust out, sliding deep into Chris before withdrawing almost fully only to fill him again with the next deep stroke. Chris’ hips swayed, rocked with Zach’s as they found the right rhythm, the perfect pace that moved them both closer and closer to the brink, nearer to ecstasy with each and every shift and slide.
Zach was drowning in Chris, drowning in love. “Let me, God, just let me. Let me drown in you, please, just let me,” he moaned against the hollow of Chris’ throat, kissed the stubbly skin.
“Zach,” Chris let out.
Zach brought both hands against Chris’ waist and hitched him higher, canting his hips and thrusting harder. He watched Chris’ face, watched the pleasure ripple over his features, watched his mouth form an O as he breathed out and in.
The blinds were up and the room was drenched in afternoon sunlight. They made love in its heat, the beams of yellow warming their skin, bathing them. Zach slipped his hand between them and wrapped the fingers tightly around Chris’ cock, stroking him easily, pushing Chris close to the edge as he drove into him.
Chris dug his fingers into Zach’s arms and breathed Zach’s name. The sound of it tugged at Zach’s heart. He gripped Chris’ flesh hard, sliding his hand along it, tugging, pulling, twisting his wrist, eyes fixed on Chris’ face, on the way his eyes were half shut, how his lashes looked like dark smudges against his cheeks.
A low, raw sob came from Chris as warmth spilled over Zach’s hand and the other man’s body trembled with his release. “Fucking gorgeous, that’s what you are,” he hissed into Chris’ ear, moving faster and faster, the tempo uneven, almost rough. “Never letting you go…” he promised to Chris and to himself as he felt the crazy rush of pleasure uncurl inside him and flood over him.
Zach sank down against Chris, spent, sated and anchored to the world only by the beat of Chris’ heart against his and warm puff of the other man’s breath. After awhile he withdrew from Chris’ body and discarded the condom before resuming his previous position and looking down at his lover’s face. Chris’ skin was flushed, his lips red and bruised, his breath still coming in shallow pants. Zach kissed his mouth. “Believe me now?” he asked.
“Getting there,” Chris said, a smile on his lips.
Zach reached out, touched the laugh lines that crinkled the corners of Chris’ eyes when he smiled. “I’ll just have to keep on showing you. Keep making you believe,” Zach said, pressing their mouths together and rolling their bodies so that Chris lay on top of him, arms and legs jumbled.
Chris rolled and tilted his hips, hands touching every bit of Zach he could. There was faith now in the way Chris moved, in the way he was loose limbed in Zach’s arms. Maybe not total, maybe not complete, but it was there, it would get stronger and deeper every night they fell asleep in each other’s arms and every morning Chris woke up to find that Zach had kept his promise, that he was still beside him, still there, and would always be.
.fin
Click to download the song: Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson
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: So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Beta: eruberueth
Note: Inspired by the song “Come On Get Higher” by Matt Nathanson.
Word Count: 2580
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
The coffee was cold, morning had given way to day and Zach was alone. The sky was bright at last, the sun finally burning off the haze. It had taken a long time; the smog and grit in the atmosphere were unusually heavy the last few days and had lingered oppressively. No more though. Wispy clouds dotted a sky so blue it made Zach’s heart ache.
He closed his eyes and let his head fill with another blue. One that haunted his lonely nights and lit his empty days. It was the color of regret, of missed chances and stupid pride. It seeped through Zach and stained every nerve and sinew, blinding him, blotting out everything else.
“Zach?”
The sound of his name echoed in his brain like a whispered memory. It wasn’t until Zach felt a hand on his shoulder that he opened his eyes. “Oh. You’re here,” Zach said.
Chris frowned. His expression was dark, his mouth pursed into a thin line and his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. His fingers were still on Zach’s shoulder and felt warm through the thin cotton. Chris seemed to realize he was still touching Zach and backed off, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m here. Why are you here? This place is a little out of your way.”
Zach opened his mouth and closed it again. All of his practiced words had fled. His heart hammered and his hands trembled. “I came to see you,” Zach said. When all else failed simple honesty was the only recourse.
Chris’ expression didn’t change but his body stiffened visibly. “Why?”
Zach stood. “Sit, please? I need-let me get you a cup of coffee.”
Chris inclined his head after a few seconds and slid into the chair opposite the one Zach had just vacated. Zach went over to the counter and got two cups of coffee before returning to the table and sitting down again.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking coffee and avoiding each other’s gaze. “How long were you waiting?” Chris asked at last.
“A couple hours,” Zach said.
“You could have called if you wanted to see me,” Chris said.
“I was afraid you might ignore the call,” Zach admitted.
“Like you ignored all of my calls?”
“I’m sorry,” Zach said, his voice very soft.
Chris snorted and took his glasses off. The first thing Zach noticed was how dark the blue of his eyes seemed, clouded over, opaque with anger and undisguised pain. “Are you?”
“Yes. I could lie to you. I could say I got busy and kept meaning to call,” Zach said. “But that wouldn’t be true.”
“What would be true?” Chris asked.
There was a faint tremor when Chris spoke and Zach knew it all too well. When the truth seemed more frightening than anything else in the world. “I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” Chris said. “What the hell did I do that scared you?”
Zach shook his head. “What did you do? You consumed me, Chris. The sound of your voice, the touch of your skin… Every whispered moan, every kiss, every time I buried myself inside you made it worse. Made me ache more, need more…”
“Well, I’m really fucking sorry, Zach” Chris said, eyes flashing.
Zach reached out, grabbed Chris’ hand. Chris pulled away, by instinct, but Zach tightened his grip. “I’ve never- It was never this way with anyone else. I couldn’t handle it. I’m in my fucking thirties, I don’t let my heart rule my head,” Zach said.
“I know,” Chris said. “I know. You like control. You like order. Your career, your relationships, your feelings. You had to protect yourself, I get it. I don’t live that way, Zach. I-I laid it all out for you. Laid my fucking heart bare. And you stopped taking my calls.”
Chris’ voice was only a whisper but it might as well have been a scream, the way it rattled through Zach’s frame. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I know I did, but I would never mean to. Intentions matter, don’t they?”
“Your intentions were clear, Zach. You wanted me gone but you didn’t have the balls to break it off between us.”
“No,” Zach said. “Okay, yeah, maybe you’re partly right. I couldn’t break it off, I couldn’t say those words, I couldn’t. But I never wanted you gone.”
Chris coughed and their eyes met. “What the hell do you want from me? You want me to forgive you? So you don’t have to feel guilty? Fuck you, Zach.”
“I want you to forgive me. I want you to understand. I-fuck, Chris. I just want you,” Zach said. Zach let go of Chris’ hand and stood, leaning over the table. He grabbed hold of Chris’ face and pressed his mouth to Chris’.
Chris was rigid beneath Zach’s lips, his hands coming between them and weakly pushing at Zach’s chest in a half-hearted effort to shove Zach away. Zach held his hands in place but let his fingers gently stroke over Chris’ skin. He kept his mouth against Chris’, tongue swiping over his lower lip, against the seam, pleading for entrance. “Please,” Zach said, the whispered word caressing Chris’ mouth as surely as his lips did.
Chris’s fingers twisted into Zach’s t-shirt. The fight drained out of Chris and his mouth loosened beneath Zach’s. Chris’ lips sparked to life, the kiss turning wet and wild as Zach’s tongue slid into Chris’ mouth. Zach tried to move closer but the table was in the way and wobbled precariously. The noise caused both men to move back and Zach slumped down into his chair. Zach touched his fingers to his own mouth, feeling the wet and warmth of Chris still on his sensitive skin. He looked over at Chris and swallowed at the shimmering need in Chris’ blue eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he said again, needing to say it, desperate for Chris to understand.
“Stop,” Chris shook his head. “Stop saying you’re sorry and start making me believe it.”
There was a smile playing on Chris’ mouth now, the first one of the day and Zach couldn’t keep his own grin under wraps. He got to his feet and extended his hand. “Let’s go back to your apartment and I will.”
Chris hesitated. It was only for the space of a heartbeat but it was enough to make Zach sick with doubt. That feeling was obliterated in the next heartbeat when Chris took Zach’s hand and got to his feet.
They didn’t say anything else as they exited the coffee shop and made their way quickly back to Chris’ apartment building. Zach pressed himself to Chris’ back as Chris fumbled with his key in the lock. He ran his hands down Chris’ sides and Chris shivered. Zach smirked and kissed softly against the nape of his neck.
“You’re making this difficult,” Chris murmured.
“I know,” Zach said.
Chris got the door open at last and they stumbled inside. Chris did a one eighty and faced Zach, hands on Zach’s waist, tugging him backwards with him towards the bedroom. Their clothes marked the trail they took, the last pieces on the floor at the foot of the bed as they slowly sank back onto it, Zach above Chris, limbs tangling.
The gorgeous warmth of Chris’ skin rushed into Zach, sank into his bones. A soft whimper fell from Zach’s lips. “Missed you so much,” he said, his lips sliding along the line of Chris’ jaw. Chris reached out, shaky fingers moving over Zach’s chest.
The touch sent desire and disquiet, in equal measure, through Zach’s blood. Chris was taut beneath him. Zach felt hesitation shudder through the other man’s body, heard it in his ragged intake of breath. Zach kissed softly against Chris’ shoulder, against his neck and his cheek before finally brushing their mouths together.
Zach knew it wasn’t this. Wasn’t the act of sex that had Chris so on edge. This they had done countless times, this they fell into naturally, fitting together like some craftsman had made them for each other, lips knowing where to kiss, hands knowing where to touch.
There wasn’t much Zach could do to take this fear away. Words and hands could only do so much. The only true remedy was to prove to Chris he would be here tomorrow and the tomorrow after that. And that is what Zach meant to do. But for now there were only words and hands.
Zach brought his lips near Chris’ ear, licked along the outer shell as his fingers smoothed down Chris’ torso, over his hip, softly along his inner thigh. “You can trust me,” he breathed, the flat of his hand pressing down over Chris’ groin.
Chris moaned weakly. His fingers skated down Zach’s spine. Zach’s fingertips danced lightly over Chris’ length, teasing him to full hardness, his hand enveloping the other man and squeezing a few times before letting go. Chris groaned softly at the loss of contact.
“I’m right here,” Zach whispered, his hand dipping down, palming Chris’ balls, drawing a whimper from the other man’s lips.
“I can’t--” Chris breathed, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Zach’s heart just about stopped at those words. He looked down at Chris’ face. “Chris, I know I fucked up, just-”
Chris reached his hand out and cupped Zach’s cheek, halting the words. “You talk too damn much. Would you fucking let me finish?” Zach nodded. “I can’t go back to-wondering. I can’t not have you, not feel you inside me, not know when the next time we touch will be, not feel your breath down my spine… Make me believe, Zachary. Make me believe you won’t go anywhere.”
“I won’t. I can’t give you up again. It didn’t work. Nothing seems to work without you,” Zach said. “Trust me, please.”
“Make me trust you, make it more than words, Zach,” Chris said, reaching for Zach, his fingers wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him down hard for a needy, wanting kiss.
It left both men breathless when it was over. Zach looked into the blue of Chris’ eyes. “I’ll make you believe, just relax,” Zach said, drawing the last word out and smiling against Chris’s mouth.
Chris smiled, too and hooked a leg around Zach and lifted his hips. Zach joined their mouths and made this kiss count, pouring everything he was and everything he felt for Chris into it. He could feel Chris come loose beneath him, tension ebbing, Chris’ arms sliding around Zach as he curved against him.
Zach broke the kiss but left his mouth soft against Chris’. He reached to the nightstand and rooted through the drawer for what he needed. He used his knee and carefully pushed Chris’ legs apart. He popped the cap of the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers before bringing one lightly, so very lightly, against Chris. He took time to tease Chris open, to circle his entrance with the gentlest of touches before pushing a finger inside.
It was the care of his touch and the soft words he continued to breathe into Chris’ ear that caused Chris to sigh and moan, to make him grow pliant beneath Zach. When Zach withdrew his fingers Chris was quivering again, but not with unease.
The foil crinkled as Zach tore the wrapper open and slid the condom onto his cock. He used more lube to coat himself and laced Chris’ other leg around his waist. He kissed Chris lightly and buried himself inside the other man.
Their bodies were still, the room quiet. Zach’s eyes had screwed shut as he sank inside Chris and remained that way as he felt the thrum of his heart and reached a hand out, laying it over Chris’ chest to feel the equally mad beating of his lover’s heart. Chris’ fingers brushing over his mouth made Zach open his eyes. There were no more clouds in Chris’ eyes, no more muddy emotions. Only clear, undiluted, electric blue.
Zach started to move slowly, drawing each thrust out, sliding deep into Chris before withdrawing almost fully only to fill him again with the next deep stroke. Chris’ hips swayed, rocked with Zach’s as they found the right rhythm, the perfect pace that moved them both closer and closer to the brink, nearer to ecstasy with each and every shift and slide.
Zach was drowning in Chris, drowning in love. “Let me, God, just let me. Let me drown in you, please, just let me,” he moaned against the hollow of Chris’ throat, kissed the stubbly skin.
“Zach,” Chris let out.
Zach brought both hands against Chris’ waist and hitched him higher, canting his hips and thrusting harder. He watched Chris’ face, watched the pleasure ripple over his features, watched his mouth form an O as he breathed out and in.
The blinds were up and the room was drenched in afternoon sunlight. They made love in its heat, the beams of yellow warming their skin, bathing them. Zach slipped his hand between them and wrapped the fingers tightly around Chris’ cock, stroking him easily, pushing Chris close to the edge as he drove into him.
Chris dug his fingers into Zach’s arms and breathed Zach’s name. The sound of it tugged at Zach’s heart. He gripped Chris’ flesh hard, sliding his hand along it, tugging, pulling, twisting his wrist, eyes fixed on Chris’ face, on the way his eyes were half shut, how his lashes looked like dark smudges against his cheeks.
A low, raw sob came from Chris as warmth spilled over Zach’s hand and the other man’s body trembled with his release. “Fucking gorgeous, that’s what you are,” he hissed into Chris’ ear, moving faster and faster, the tempo uneven, almost rough. “Never letting you go…” he promised to Chris and to himself as he felt the crazy rush of pleasure uncurl inside him and flood over him.
Zach sank down against Chris, spent, sated and anchored to the world only by the beat of Chris’ heart against his and warm puff of the other man’s breath. After awhile he withdrew from Chris’ body and discarded the condom before resuming his previous position and looking down at his lover’s face. Chris’ skin was flushed, his lips red and bruised, his breath still coming in shallow pants. Zach kissed his mouth. “Believe me now?” he asked.
“Getting there,” Chris said, a smile on his lips.
Zach reached out, touched the laugh lines that crinkled the corners of Chris’ eyes when he smiled. “I’ll just have to keep on showing you. Keep making you believe,” Zach said, pressing their mouths together and rolling their bodies so that Chris lay on top of him, arms and legs jumbled.
Chris rolled and tilted his hips, hands touching every bit of Zach he could. There was faith now in the way Chris moved, in the way he was loose limbed in Zach’s arms. Maybe not total, maybe not complete, but it was there, it would get stronger and deeper every night they fell asleep in each other’s arms and every morning Chris woke up to find that Zach had kept his promise, that he was still beside him, still there, and would always be.
.fin
Click to download the song: Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson