Fic; Like Holy Wine [Summerlong Interlude]
Title: Like Holy Wine
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: What happened when Chris and Zach got back to Zach’s house after seeing each other again for the first time in ten years.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: This is a deleted scene from Summerlong that came about mainly thanks to imagination55 mentioning the idea of it in a comment and inspiration striking. Thanks, sweetie ♥ As a side note, I’ve flipped the point of view for this interlude. Title from A Case of You by Joni Mitchell.
Word Count: 2295
Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
This was no time to pretend. The second the door clicked shut behind him Chris stepped forward and pulled Zach against him, his mouth feverish and greedy as he smashed it against Zach’s. Zach moved Chris forward, stepping him towards the bedroom. Chris pushed Zach’s jacket off his shoulders and shrugged his own off, nearly tripping over it as they banged through a door and into a dark room.
The blinds were up, streetlight and moonlight filtered in, providing enough illumination so that Chris could see the molten brown of Zach’s eyes. Chris’ breath caught and his head spun as he was knocked right back to Baja, to white sand beaches and Zach’s mouth on his stealing his breath and his heart right along with it. Chris kissed Zach again, he had to, had to taste Zach, had to feel his mouth wet and warm beneath his.
They stumbled back onto the bed, shoes kicked off, shirts discarded, fingers desperately working to remove belts and jeans until they were pressed together, laid bare, nothing separating them, not water or air or time or distance. Chris reeled, dizzy with reality, drunk on the past. In his dreams he’d lived this moment countless times. A million and one variations that were different but always the same. Zach beneath him, warm and vibrant and his again.
The only distance between them now was the whisper thin space between their mouths, their eyes fixed together as they stilled for an impossibly long moment. It was the deep breath before the plunge. Their lips almost touched, bodies molded together, hearts slamming in time to a familiar, syncopated beat.
Zach’s fingers were certain, not trembling, not hesitating, as they ran down Chris’ arms. Chris kissed Zach and made it hard, made it wild, made sure Zach felt all of the aching and longing that lived inside Chris. He let Zach know it hadn’t diminished, that the years had distilled it until the need was so pure that all it had taken was this, was the sight of Zach, the touch of his skin, to spark a wildfire that rampaged its way through Chris’ body. Chris gripped Zach’s shoulders and pinned him beneath him, deepening the kiss, his skin tingling, his body aching to feel Zach, to have Zach again.
“Been waiting too fucking long,” he hissed, hands roaming Zach’s body possessively, knowingly. Zach responded to every touch, lips parting, chest rising and falling fast. “Can’t wait anymore,” Chris hissed, sliding his mouth along Zach’s jaw before kissing him again, leaving them both panting.
“Don’t,” Zach said. His eyes were wide and dark with lust. “Don’t wait.” Zach reached for Chris and pulled him down, ensnaring Chris in a tangle of legs and arms and lips.
It felt like Mexico, the way the hunger to touch and be touched lit through Chris, the way it smothered every other thought and instinct and made his hips jerk hard against Zach, pushing his cock against the other man’s stomach. Zach moaned when he felt it, lifting up in response, letting Chris feel his own need.
Chris sucked on Zach’s shoulder and groped for Zach’s hip, a prowling hand smoothing along his thigh, down to his knee and then guiding it around his waist. Chris had his mouth on Zach’s Adam’s apple, his tongue swiping down, laving over his clavicle, lips soft against his chest.
Zach moved beneath him, bending his other leg at the knee, scooting down a little. Chris felt Zach’s fingers in his hair, stroking through the short bristles, massaging his scalp. Chris lifted his head and ran his eyes over Zach. His face was refined, as if he were a Roman statue, the excess marble chipped away until perfection was achieved. And his body was the same, leaner and stronger. These changes didn’t make him different from the man Chris had known in Baja, he was just more perfectly Zach.
Zach’s hands moved from Chris’ head to his chest, exploring, teasing as they slid down and down, fingers sliding over Chris’ stomach, tracing the muscles, coming between his thighs and stopping briefly to caress the sensitive skin. Chris groaned and buried his face against the crook of Zach’s neck, teeth biting gently down.
Zach shivered but his hand didn’t falter in its path as he wrapped it lightly around Chris’ shaft. “Do you remember the beach in Puerto Nuevo? The night we met?” he breathed, his hand languid as it stroked up and down.
Chris moaned, the sound falling from his lips elemental, raw. “Yes,” he whispered. “Fuck, yes.”
“I never stopped thinking of that night,” Zach said. “Or any of the nights and days we had… I’ve been prisoner to those memories… can’t let go, can’t move on.
“Did you want to?” Chris rasped. “Did you want to move on? Forget me? Forget us?”
Zach shook his head fervently. “No. Never. Don’t ever want to…”
Chris caught Zach’s mouth in a kiss, grabbing at Zach’s hands and then yanking both above his head and trapping them with his hands so Zach was prisoner to him now, not to memories. “Can I?” he asked, searching Zach’s eyes.
Zach nodded and they kissed again, hotly, deeply. Chris could feel Zach’s heart hammering, could feel the tension coiled in the other man tight like a spring. “Fuck me, Chris. Want you, right now, right fucking now,” he said.
“Tell me you have what we need this time,” Chris said, lips turned in a soft smile.
“Drawer,” Zach said.
Chris reached out and pulled it open, blindly rummaging inside until he found what they needed. He slipped the latex onto his cock and fumbled with the tube until he could squirt the gel onto his palm. When he was done he gripped Zach’s thigh and leaned down, pressing himself against Zach. He used his other hand to hold Zach’s wrists again, knowing that it was only Zach’s compliance that would hold them in place.
Chris canted his hips and thrust into Zach. He let out a few curses, burying himself to the hilt in Zach’s heat. Zach was tight around him, throbbing, sending shivers through Chris’ frame. This was everything he’d missed, everything he’d dreamt of. Something inside Chris cracked, the something that had been protecting his heart all these years. Back in Mexico he’d been reckless. With his body, with his heart. He’d done what only the very young or the very foolish do, leapt without looking.
Now he looked. He looked into Zach’s eyes and remembered, remembered the first time he’d ever been inside someone else, and not just someone else, but Zach. Chris had held back all these years, keeping a piece of himself locked away because it belonged only to Zach.
“Chris,” Zach said, because he’d gone quiet and still.
Chris brushed their mouths together and moved his hips. He found a rolling, surging rhythm not unlike the waves as they ebbed and flowed and crashed against shore of the Sea of Cortez. Like the tide it was jagged and violent and then steady and slow before it surged again, their bodies moving as if the moon controlled them.
Zach’s fingers slid down Chris’ spine, gripped him tightly at the waist. Zach arched and Chris’ breath hitched as he reflexively sunk deeper into Zach. He tore his mouth free and ran his other hand up Zach’s chest until he held both of the other man’s wrists. He drove hard into him, lost in Zach, careening out of control.
Zach was pliant beneath him, soft whimpers falling from his mouth as Chris pounded into him. Pleasure flooded over Chris, rollicking and raw, shaking him to the bone as he collapsed against the other man. It took a few seconds before his thoughts coalesced and he carefully pulled back, tossing the condom in the trash before sliding his hands down Zach’s sides and pulling on his still yielding body until Zach was flat beneath him.
Chris latched his mouth onto Zach’s hip, kissed along the crease where his stomach met his leg. He looked at Zach from beneath the fringe of his lashes as he dragged his mouth along the length of Zach’s cock. Zach hissed and lifted up. “Shh,” Chris breathed, holding Zach down as he darted his tongue out to catch the liquid beading at the tip. Chris moaned, the taste of Zach wild on his tongue.
“Chris, come on, please,” Zach begged.
Chris slithered his tongue along the underside and then around the head once more before giving Zach what he wanted. He wrapped his lips tight around the other man and sucked. He didn’t try to draw it out. He figured ten years was long enough to make Zach wait. Chris caressed Zach’s balls with light touches as he hollowed his cheeks and hummed.
Zach bucked his hips, the most obscene words coming from his mouth as he came down Chris’ throat. Chris drank down the taste of Zach until he’d milked the last drop from him. He crawled up the bed and lay down heavily on top of Zach, cheek pressed to his shoulder.
Zach ran his fingers softly down Chris’ back. “This is different,” he murmured, absentmindedly. “The muscles are harder…skin a little softer…” Zach’s hand dipped down, sliding against Chris’ side. “This patch of skin… rougher…”
It went on like that, Zach’s hands touching everywhere they could reach, relearning every plain and angle of Chris’ body. Eventually Zach gently pushed Chris off of him so he could do the same to his chest. He followed the touches with kisses and slid back up Chris’ body to press their mouths together as his fingertips danced over Chris’ thigh. “So fucking strong… I could feel that when we fucked…”
Chris shook his head. “You’re amazing… how do remember all that?”
“I took the time to learn it. Committed every inch of you to memory,” Zach said. “Thought the memories would keep me warm.”
Chris reached out and touched Zach’s cheek, skated his thumb over his lower lip. “I don’t want more memories,” Chris said. “They’re not enough, they don’t keep you warm… let me keep you warm.”
Zach smiled. “What are you asking?” he said.
Chris laughed and shook his head. “I’m not sure. Do you think it’s crazy? That after ten years we could-pick up where we left off.”
“It’s crazy,” Zach agreed. “As crazy as falling in love over the course of three weeks with a seventeen year old.”
“Almost eighteen,” Chris corrected and that made Zach laugh. “It feels like we just said goodbye yesterday.”
“We never said goodbye,” Zach said.
“That’s right,” Chris said. “The last thing you said to me was I love you.”
“Not bad for a last line,” Zach said.
Chris let their mouths touch. “Not bad at all,” he said and deepened the kiss. “I’m glad we didn’t go through the motions of wine and reading lines; that we didn’t pretend we were coming back here for anything other than this…”
“Jumping into bed?” Zach asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Starting over?” Chris suggested.
Zach smiled. “Starting over… I want to know everything I missed.”
Chris rested his head against Zach’s chest and closed his eyes as Zach began to thread his fingers through his hair. “We’ve got a lot more than three weeks to catch up…”
“Yeah, no rush…” Zach said. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that, by the way.”
Chris snorted and had to look up. “Well, gosh, thanks,” he said.
Zach chuckled. “I’m not saying what we had in Mexico wasn’t great. Just, you were a little inexperienced.”
Chris shook his head and put it back down on Zach. “I was a lot inexperienced. And I should be better; I’ve had a little bit of practice over the years.”
“It shows,” Zach said.
Chris laughed so hard it rattled them both. “I’ll try to take that as a compliment,” Chris said when he was done.
There was a long stretch of silence before either man spoke again. “This should make your audition interesting,” Zach remarked.
Chris looked up again. “You don’t think this is going to be a problem, do you?”
“Why would it?” Zach asked.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure Mr. Abrams would be entirely stoked about Spock and Kirk fucking off camera.”
“Well, I definitely know he doesn’t want Spock and Kirk fucking on camera. Off camera isn’t really his concern. And you have to start calling him JJ.”
“I’m serious. Do you think I should cancel?” he said.
“No,” Zach said. “I think you’re going to nail it and we’re going to make an amazing movie together and…”
“And?” Chris asked.
“And I don’t know. That’s the best part. There’s no expiration date this time. We can just be.”
Chris brought his mouth close to Zach’s. “I like that,” he whispered before kissing Zach sweetly.
“You know, just because you’re a little heavier now and taller and what not, don’t think that means I’m going to let you fuck me all the time,” he said.
Chris grinned and arched an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
“No,” Zach said. “I’m not.”
“I see. Well, we’re going to have to discuss this later at length.”
“Yes, we are,” Zach said. “We’ll discuss it and I’ll win.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Chris said, claiming Zach’s mouth in a possessive, deep kiss.
Zach pushed his fingers into Chris’ hair and fought back, lips smashing together until he was able to take control of the kiss and roll Chris onto his back. “Like I said, we’ll discuss it, and I’ll win.”
Chris chuckled and relaxed beneath Zach, letting him have his way. After all, they had an endless amount of time ahead of them; he could give into Zach just this once.
~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: What happened when Chris and Zach got back to Zach’s house after seeing each other again for the first time in ten years.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: This is a deleted scene from Summerlong that came about mainly thanks to imagination55 mentioning the idea of it in a comment and inspiration striking. Thanks, sweetie ♥ As a side note, I’ve flipped the point of view for this interlude. Title from A Case of You by Joni Mitchell.
Word Count: 2295
Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
This was no time to pretend. The second the door clicked shut behind him Chris stepped forward and pulled Zach against him, his mouth feverish and greedy as he smashed it against Zach’s. Zach moved Chris forward, stepping him towards the bedroom. Chris pushed Zach’s jacket off his shoulders and shrugged his own off, nearly tripping over it as they banged through a door and into a dark room.
The blinds were up, streetlight and moonlight filtered in, providing enough illumination so that Chris could see the molten brown of Zach’s eyes. Chris’ breath caught and his head spun as he was knocked right back to Baja, to white sand beaches and Zach’s mouth on his stealing his breath and his heart right along with it. Chris kissed Zach again, he had to, had to taste Zach, had to feel his mouth wet and warm beneath his.
They stumbled back onto the bed, shoes kicked off, shirts discarded, fingers desperately working to remove belts and jeans until they were pressed together, laid bare, nothing separating them, not water or air or time or distance. Chris reeled, dizzy with reality, drunk on the past. In his dreams he’d lived this moment countless times. A million and one variations that were different but always the same. Zach beneath him, warm and vibrant and his again.
The only distance between them now was the whisper thin space between their mouths, their eyes fixed together as they stilled for an impossibly long moment. It was the deep breath before the plunge. Their lips almost touched, bodies molded together, hearts slamming in time to a familiar, syncopated beat.
Zach’s fingers were certain, not trembling, not hesitating, as they ran down Chris’ arms. Chris kissed Zach and made it hard, made it wild, made sure Zach felt all of the aching and longing that lived inside Chris. He let Zach know it hadn’t diminished, that the years had distilled it until the need was so pure that all it had taken was this, was the sight of Zach, the touch of his skin, to spark a wildfire that rampaged its way through Chris’ body. Chris gripped Zach’s shoulders and pinned him beneath him, deepening the kiss, his skin tingling, his body aching to feel Zach, to have Zach again.
“Been waiting too fucking long,” he hissed, hands roaming Zach’s body possessively, knowingly. Zach responded to every touch, lips parting, chest rising and falling fast. “Can’t wait anymore,” Chris hissed, sliding his mouth along Zach’s jaw before kissing him again, leaving them both panting.
“Don’t,” Zach said. His eyes were wide and dark with lust. “Don’t wait.” Zach reached for Chris and pulled him down, ensnaring Chris in a tangle of legs and arms and lips.
It felt like Mexico, the way the hunger to touch and be touched lit through Chris, the way it smothered every other thought and instinct and made his hips jerk hard against Zach, pushing his cock against the other man’s stomach. Zach moaned when he felt it, lifting up in response, letting Chris feel his own need.
Chris sucked on Zach’s shoulder and groped for Zach’s hip, a prowling hand smoothing along his thigh, down to his knee and then guiding it around his waist. Chris had his mouth on Zach’s Adam’s apple, his tongue swiping down, laving over his clavicle, lips soft against his chest.
Zach moved beneath him, bending his other leg at the knee, scooting down a little. Chris felt Zach’s fingers in his hair, stroking through the short bristles, massaging his scalp. Chris lifted his head and ran his eyes over Zach. His face was refined, as if he were a Roman statue, the excess marble chipped away until perfection was achieved. And his body was the same, leaner and stronger. These changes didn’t make him different from the man Chris had known in Baja, he was just more perfectly Zach.
Zach’s hands moved from Chris’ head to his chest, exploring, teasing as they slid down and down, fingers sliding over Chris’ stomach, tracing the muscles, coming between his thighs and stopping briefly to caress the sensitive skin. Chris groaned and buried his face against the crook of Zach’s neck, teeth biting gently down.
Zach shivered but his hand didn’t falter in its path as he wrapped it lightly around Chris’ shaft. “Do you remember the beach in Puerto Nuevo? The night we met?” he breathed, his hand languid as it stroked up and down.
Chris moaned, the sound falling from his lips elemental, raw. “Yes,” he whispered. “Fuck, yes.”
“I never stopped thinking of that night,” Zach said. “Or any of the nights and days we had… I’ve been prisoner to those memories… can’t let go, can’t move on.
“Did you want to?” Chris rasped. “Did you want to move on? Forget me? Forget us?”
Zach shook his head fervently. “No. Never. Don’t ever want to…”
Chris caught Zach’s mouth in a kiss, grabbing at Zach’s hands and then yanking both above his head and trapping them with his hands so Zach was prisoner to him now, not to memories. “Can I?” he asked, searching Zach’s eyes.
Zach nodded and they kissed again, hotly, deeply. Chris could feel Zach’s heart hammering, could feel the tension coiled in the other man tight like a spring. “Fuck me, Chris. Want you, right now, right fucking now,” he said.
“Tell me you have what we need this time,” Chris said, lips turned in a soft smile.
“Drawer,” Zach said.
Chris reached out and pulled it open, blindly rummaging inside until he found what they needed. He slipped the latex onto his cock and fumbled with the tube until he could squirt the gel onto his palm. When he was done he gripped Zach’s thigh and leaned down, pressing himself against Zach. He used his other hand to hold Zach’s wrists again, knowing that it was only Zach’s compliance that would hold them in place.
Chris canted his hips and thrust into Zach. He let out a few curses, burying himself to the hilt in Zach’s heat. Zach was tight around him, throbbing, sending shivers through Chris’ frame. This was everything he’d missed, everything he’d dreamt of. Something inside Chris cracked, the something that had been protecting his heart all these years. Back in Mexico he’d been reckless. With his body, with his heart. He’d done what only the very young or the very foolish do, leapt without looking.
Now he looked. He looked into Zach’s eyes and remembered, remembered the first time he’d ever been inside someone else, and not just someone else, but Zach. Chris had held back all these years, keeping a piece of himself locked away because it belonged only to Zach.
“Chris,” Zach said, because he’d gone quiet and still.
Chris brushed their mouths together and moved his hips. He found a rolling, surging rhythm not unlike the waves as they ebbed and flowed and crashed against shore of the Sea of Cortez. Like the tide it was jagged and violent and then steady and slow before it surged again, their bodies moving as if the moon controlled them.
Zach’s fingers slid down Chris’ spine, gripped him tightly at the waist. Zach arched and Chris’ breath hitched as he reflexively sunk deeper into Zach. He tore his mouth free and ran his other hand up Zach’s chest until he held both of the other man’s wrists. He drove hard into him, lost in Zach, careening out of control.
Zach was pliant beneath him, soft whimpers falling from his mouth as Chris pounded into him. Pleasure flooded over Chris, rollicking and raw, shaking him to the bone as he collapsed against the other man. It took a few seconds before his thoughts coalesced and he carefully pulled back, tossing the condom in the trash before sliding his hands down Zach’s sides and pulling on his still yielding body until Zach was flat beneath him.
Chris latched his mouth onto Zach’s hip, kissed along the crease where his stomach met his leg. He looked at Zach from beneath the fringe of his lashes as he dragged his mouth along the length of Zach’s cock. Zach hissed and lifted up. “Shh,” Chris breathed, holding Zach down as he darted his tongue out to catch the liquid beading at the tip. Chris moaned, the taste of Zach wild on his tongue.
“Chris, come on, please,” Zach begged.
Chris slithered his tongue along the underside and then around the head once more before giving Zach what he wanted. He wrapped his lips tight around the other man and sucked. He didn’t try to draw it out. He figured ten years was long enough to make Zach wait. Chris caressed Zach’s balls with light touches as he hollowed his cheeks and hummed.
Zach bucked his hips, the most obscene words coming from his mouth as he came down Chris’ throat. Chris drank down the taste of Zach until he’d milked the last drop from him. He crawled up the bed and lay down heavily on top of Zach, cheek pressed to his shoulder.
Zach ran his fingers softly down Chris’ back. “This is different,” he murmured, absentmindedly. “The muscles are harder…skin a little softer…” Zach’s hand dipped down, sliding against Chris’ side. “This patch of skin… rougher…”
It went on like that, Zach’s hands touching everywhere they could reach, relearning every plain and angle of Chris’ body. Eventually Zach gently pushed Chris off of him so he could do the same to his chest. He followed the touches with kisses and slid back up Chris’ body to press their mouths together as his fingertips danced over Chris’ thigh. “So fucking strong… I could feel that when we fucked…”
Chris shook his head. “You’re amazing… how do remember all that?”
“I took the time to learn it. Committed every inch of you to memory,” Zach said. “Thought the memories would keep me warm.”
Chris reached out and touched Zach’s cheek, skated his thumb over his lower lip. “I don’t want more memories,” Chris said. “They’re not enough, they don’t keep you warm… let me keep you warm.”
Zach smiled. “What are you asking?” he said.
Chris laughed and shook his head. “I’m not sure. Do you think it’s crazy? That after ten years we could-pick up where we left off.”
“It’s crazy,” Zach agreed. “As crazy as falling in love over the course of three weeks with a seventeen year old.”
“Almost eighteen,” Chris corrected and that made Zach laugh. “It feels like we just said goodbye yesterday.”
“We never said goodbye,” Zach said.
“That’s right,” Chris said. “The last thing you said to me was I love you.”
“Not bad for a last line,” Zach said.
Chris let their mouths touch. “Not bad at all,” he said and deepened the kiss. “I’m glad we didn’t go through the motions of wine and reading lines; that we didn’t pretend we were coming back here for anything other than this…”
“Jumping into bed?” Zach asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Starting over?” Chris suggested.
Zach smiled. “Starting over… I want to know everything I missed.”
Chris rested his head against Zach’s chest and closed his eyes as Zach began to thread his fingers through his hair. “We’ve got a lot more than three weeks to catch up…”
“Yeah, no rush…” Zach said. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that, by the way.”
Chris snorted and had to look up. “Well, gosh, thanks,” he said.
Zach chuckled. “I’m not saying what we had in Mexico wasn’t great. Just, you were a little inexperienced.”
Chris shook his head and put it back down on Zach. “I was a lot inexperienced. And I should be better; I’ve had a little bit of practice over the years.”
“It shows,” Zach said.
Chris laughed so hard it rattled them both. “I’ll try to take that as a compliment,” Chris said when he was done.
There was a long stretch of silence before either man spoke again. “This should make your audition interesting,” Zach remarked.
Chris looked up again. “You don’t think this is going to be a problem, do you?”
“Why would it?” Zach asked.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure Mr. Abrams would be entirely stoked about Spock and Kirk fucking off camera.”
“Well, I definitely know he doesn’t want Spock and Kirk fucking on camera. Off camera isn’t really his concern. And you have to start calling him JJ.”
“I’m serious. Do you think I should cancel?” he said.
“No,” Zach said. “I think you’re going to nail it and we’re going to make an amazing movie together and…”
“And?” Chris asked.
“And I don’t know. That’s the best part. There’s no expiration date this time. We can just be.”
Chris brought his mouth close to Zach’s. “I like that,” he whispered before kissing Zach sweetly.
“You know, just because you’re a little heavier now and taller and what not, don’t think that means I’m going to let you fuck me all the time,” he said.
Chris grinned and arched an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
“No,” Zach said. “I’m not.”
“I see. Well, we’re going to have to discuss this later at length.”
“Yes, we are,” Zach said. “We’ll discuss it and I’ll win.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Chris said, claiming Zach’s mouth in a possessive, deep kiss.
Zach pushed his fingers into Chris’ hair and fought back, lips smashing together until he was able to take control of the kiss and roll Chris onto his back. “Like I said, we’ll discuss it, and I’ll win.”
Chris chuckled and relaxed beneath Zach, letting him have his way. After all, they had an endless amount of time ahead of them; he could give into Zach just this once.
~fin~