Fic: You've Been Flirting Again
Title: You’ve Been Flirting Again
Word Count: 2400
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach gets an unexpected visit from Chris, but really it was all just going according to his not-so-secret plan to make Chris jealous
Warnings: RPS. Mentions of past Zach/OMCs. And fluff cause it wouldn’t a Pinto fic by me if there wasn’t some fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
A/N: This is my Christmas present for eefreeboo cause she keeps my tinhat shiny whenever that stupid hoar “reality” decides to come ruin my delusions.
A/N2: She’s been wanting to have this prompt filled for some time now so I started working on it secretly last week and had everything else written except the pron (cause I can’t write pron to save my life) and the bit at the end, which I wrote yesterday afternoon. No lie. And then I keysmashed this morning when I saw the pics of Chris and what he was wearing at the airport . No, seriously, guys, I can predict the future.
The buzzer from downstairs sounded a third time and Zach knew it wasn’t some drunk college kid ringing the wrong apartment. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he groaned as he glanced at his clock, 2:26 a.m., and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was three steps away from the intercom when his cell phone beeped with a text message. Scratching his head, he turned around and retrieved his phone from his nightstand.
I’m downstairs.
Still staring at the text, he rushed back to the intercom and pressed the button to unlock the main building door. He could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs as he unlatched the locks to his door. By the time he opened the door, Chris was already standing in front of him, dressed in a leather jacket, his worn grey jeans, a soft cashmere scarf, with his cheeks flushed and eyes shining. Zach barely managed a hello before Chris barged in, slamming the door and spinning Zach around with a determined look on his face. The chain on the door rattled as Zach was suddenly shoved against it, Chris’ body firmly pinning him in place.
“Chris, wha--”
“Shhh, you don’t get to ask questions,” Chris spoke into the stubble along his jaw.
The back of Zach’s head hit the door with a dull thunk as Chris kissed him roughly, lacking all the usual sweetness and demure charm that Zach had come to associate with him. Zach was trying desperately to lick his way into Chris’ mouth, but his boyfriend wasn’t having it. Instead, he felt the sharp pinch of teeth on his bottom lip and the sound of Chris growling, and his mind went blank as he rubbed his hardness against Chris’ thigh.
When Chris pulled back, Zach noticed the storm of hurt and lust with just a flicker of hesitation in his blue eyes, and he knew his plan had worked.
Chris grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked forcefully. Zach fell forward onto Chris, his hands coming up to steady himself on the soft leather over Chris’ biceps for a second before he was being hauled into the bedroom. He stumbled over his feet a bit before he crawled onto the bed, the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor behind him. When he got to the head of the bed, he flipped over, and sat with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Something bothering you, Chris?”
“Tell me, Zach, tell me again about how much you love it when you know they’re sitting in the audience in the seats you reserved just for them,” Chris asked in a low threatening voice, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“You mean my ex, umm, boyfriends?” Zach asked innocently.
“Ex umm boyfriends that you invited to your play,” Chris bit out as he kicked his jeans off.
“You can come to my play, too, you know.”
Chris loomed at the foot of the bed in a white t-shirt and boxers and wrapped his hand around one of Zach’s ankles. With a smirk, he dragged Zach toward him until was sitting with his legs spread on either side of Chris.
Leaning forward, Chris pulled Zach’s face up to his and kissed him roughly again before whispering against his lips, “I was never invited.”
“I didn’t think you needed an official invitation,” he murmured.
Letting go of Zach, he took a step back and started to peel his t-shirt off. “Take off your clothes and tell me again about how you flew to London,” Chris demanded.
Slipping off the bed, Zach shimmied out of his sweatpants and pulled his grey shirt over his head. He sat back down on the bed again, leaning back on his hands with his legs spread wide, bent at the knees and hanging off the end. Zach watched as Chris’ eyes darkened.
The tip of his tongue traced along the edge of his own teeth, recognizing that look from the only other time he’d caught a glimpse of this jealous streak in Chris. They had been at the opening of some club in LA owned by a sister of a friend of Joe’s, or something equally as irrelevant. Chris had returned from the men’s room to find Zach with his hand on the forearm of some guy he’d had a casual night with months before Chris came along, his head tilted and his hip jutted to the side. There had been a moment of confusion and alarm before the look on Chris’s face turned dark and predatory as he purposely stepped into Zach’s space. An unexpected thrill shot down his spine with this new information that Chris was the possessive type and he was already half-hard. It was enough to keep Zach from ending his pointless small talk with the other man. When Zach didn’t put an end to his flirting, Chris got even more agitated and pulled Zach closer, placing a firm hand on his hip, then his shoulder, his waist, the small of his back... Chris stopped short of pissing in a circle around Zach. In the back of the dark cab, Chris couldn’t keep his mouth and hands off of him, as if he was marking Zach with his scent. As soon as they got back to his place, Chris slammed the front shut and fucked him on the floor of the foyer with their pants around their ankles.
So really, who could blame Zach for wanting to make Chris jealous again?
He lowered his gaze and palmed the bulge that his black brief did nothing to hide. Uttering a moan, he closed his eyes briefly before looking back up at Chris from under his eyelashes.
In an instant, Chris slapped his hand away, replacing it with his own, massaging and stroking Zach through the thin cotton. Zach threw his head back and fell onto the bed. With one knee on the bed between Zach’s legs and his other hand planted above Zach’s head, Chris leaned down and bit at the juncture of Zach’s neck and shoulder.
“Tell me about London,” Chris gritted out. Zach gasped as he squeezed.
“Unngh, there’s nothing to tell. He asked if I wanted to seeee-- oh, see his play, so I went. Nothing else happened,” he explained and closed his eyes.
“You didn’t see me in my play.”
Zach’s eyes flew open. “I was never invited,” he smirked.
Chris’ hand stilled and his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the nightstand and returned with the lube.
“You know I hate it when you flirt, don’t you? Especially with people you’ve had a history with.”
Zach nodded silently.
“You do it on purpose, don’t you? Cause you know I hate the idea of someone else seeing you like this.” His voice sounded a little softer. “”I can’t stand to be away from you and the thought that... I just want you for myself.”
Zach nodded again. “There couldn’t be anyone else. Not after you,” Zach confessed quietly.
He watched as Chris rolled the tube in his hands a few times before dropping it on the bed and slipping off his boxers. He squeaked when Chris hooked his fingers under the waistband of the black briefs and tugged down, pulling them right off Zach as startled limbs went flying up in the air. Chris held one of his legs up by the ankle and Zach heard the lid pop.
He squirmed and moaned with a leg in the air and the other one hugged to his chest as Chris inserted a finger, then another and finally a third, his tenderness evident underneath his jealous fit. It had been months since they were last together, too long, as far as Zach was concerned. The long phone conversations and Chris’ voice, tinny and small, only made Zach’s heart ache.
Slowly, Chris withdrew his fingers and moved next to Zach. He shimmied them both back a few inches so that only their feet were hanging off the bed. Lying on their sides facing each other, the corner of Chris’s mouth quirked up and he reached down to cup Zach.
Zach rolled onto Chris and smiled back as he kissed him. He pushed himself up so that he was straddling Chris. His eyes never left Chris’ as he carefully sank onto him, enjoying the feel of Chris filling him and sight of Chris under him. Smoothing his hands up Chris’ arms, he rocked his hips until he was fully seated on Chris, his ass nestled against Chris’ bent legs. Zach leaned forward a little, placing his hands on Chris’ shoulders, to angle himself properly before he started riding Chris. He was tentative at first, but soon Chris was gripping his hips and rubbing encouragingly on his thighs, and Zach sped up, bouncing with near painful enthusiasm.
He felt Chris’ hands trying to still him. Zach slowed, waiting as they both panted heavily. Suddenly, Chris bucked his hips and flipped them so that Zach was under him, pinning his arms to the bed.
“This what you wanted?” Chris rasped.
“God, yes,” Zach moaned as Chris lifted his hips and pushed into him again.
With his eyes closed, he tried to focus on the way Chris felt in him, over him, around him, but he needed more. He placed both his legs on Chris’ shoulders; Chris knew this meant Zach wanted it hard and Zach and felt him lean forward, bending him in half.
As Zach’s whining became more high pitched, he curled in on himself, dropping his legs from Chris’ shoulders, so he could reach around to grab handfuls of Chris’ ass, feeling the way the muscles moved under his fingers while Chris pistoned into him furiously.
“Can you?” Chris panted.
Letting go of Chris, Zach hooked a leg around Chris’ hip and began stroking himself. The sound of his wails, Chris’ moans, and the banging of the headboard against the wall surrounded him as Chris pounded into him. He opened his eyes and was met with Chris’ intense stare, those incredibly blue eyes glazed with lust and full of desire for him. Zach’s eyes moved to Chris’ parted and swollen lips and thought about the first time they kissed. His gaze wandered to Chris’ cheekbones, now so prominent on his face, making him seem years younger. He thought about how shy and painfully vulnerable Chris was the first morning they woke up next to each other and he asked Zach to be careful with him because he was more fragile than he let on.
He felt Chris pushing frantically, his rhythm faltering and he knew Chris was close.
“Zach,” Chris breathed and brought his forehead to Zach’s while his shoulders shivered and his abs clenched.
With another twist of his hand, Zach was coming too, his legs giving out and splayed on either side of them as Chris collapsed heavily on top of him.
Minutes later, Zach felt fingers gently carding through his hair. He lifted his head and saw that Chris was already dressed again. Chris pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Don’t shower until you hear from me,” he whispered and Zach couldn’t help as another rush of desire pooled in his belly until the meaning of the words registered with the soft click of the apartment door.
It was nearly noon. He shifted in his chair and grimaced. And then smiled to himself. His phone buzzed and he fumbled to pick it up, almost dropping it. He didn’t even look to see who was calling.
“Chris?” he said frantically.
“Hey,” came the lighthearted reply. “How’s it going?” Chris asked casually. “How was your show last night? Sorry I didn’t get a chance to call. I was out running errands and I didn’t want to call you too late.”
“Umm. Yeah,” Zach drawled, eyes narrowed. “My show went well,” Zach continued carefully. “How was your night?”
“Meh. It was okay. You know, same old.”
Zach’s jaw dropped. He could see Chris shrugging over the phone. “That’s too bad,” Zach said curtly. “It’s too bad your errands were so bland and boring.”
Chris chuckled. “Well, things just aren’t as much fun without you around. Oh, speaking of which, I’m so excited for next weekend! I can’t wait to see you. Did you remember to get me tickets? Good ones, too, like right up front so I can see your junk. And there’s this new restaurant we have to try out. I’ll email you with the details later, but try to see if you can get us reservations?”
Zach smiled despite the game they were playing. His chest filled with that familiar pang of longing whenever Chris was out of arm’s reach.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Zach said. “What are you up to today?”
“Hmm, probably just unpacking and settling in. I just got into LAX. Oh my god, Zach, the weirdest and nastiest thing happened. The cab on the way to the airport reeked of vomit. That shit’s just wrong,” Chris complained.
Zach raised an eyebrow. “That is weird. Where were you flying from?” he asked, feigning innocence.
There was pause on the other line. “So what are you up to today?” Chris ignored Zach’s question.
“I have a show later.” He dropped his voice and added, “I was just about to jump in the shower when you called.”
“Oh, okay." He paused again. "Too bad I can’t be there to help. Anyway, call me after your show?”
“Okay,” Zach agreed. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“I miss you,” Chris said softly.
Zach grinned. “I miss you, too,” he replied.
Zach shook out his umbrella and climbed in the cab. It took a second before the smell hit him. He rolled the window down halfway, not caring if the rain poured in on him and the seat. He fished his phone out of his pocket and typed away.
dear l.a. this cab smells straight up like vomit. i never knew how much i'd miss you.
The idea entered his head that it would be sort of romantic, something like fate, if he’d ended up in the same cab that Chris was in hours earlier. He turned his head toward the window and took a deep breath, wondering why Chris couldn’t have picked a cab that smelled like fake lemon air freshner instead.
Word Count: 2400
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach gets an unexpected visit from Chris, but really it was all just going according to his not-so-secret plan to make Chris jealous
Warnings: RPS. Mentions of past Zach/OMCs. And fluff cause it wouldn’t a Pinto fic by me if there wasn’t some fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
A/N: This is my Christmas present for eefreeboo cause she keeps my tinhat shiny whenever that stupid hoar “reality” decides to come ruin my delusions.
A/N2: She’s been wanting to have this prompt filled for some time now so I started working on it secretly last week and had everything else written except the pron (cause I can’t write pron to save my life) and the bit at the end, which I wrote yesterday afternoon. No lie. And then I keysmashed this morning when I saw the pics of Chris and what he was wearing at the airport . No, seriously, guys, I can predict the future.
The buzzer from downstairs sounded a third time and Zach knew it wasn’t some drunk college kid ringing the wrong apartment. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he groaned as he glanced at his clock, 2:26 a.m., and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was three steps away from the intercom when his cell phone beeped with a text message. Scratching his head, he turned around and retrieved his phone from his nightstand.
I’m downstairs.
Still staring at the text, he rushed back to the intercom and pressed the button to unlock the main building door. He could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs as he unlatched the locks to his door. By the time he opened the door, Chris was already standing in front of him, dressed in a leather jacket, his worn grey jeans, a soft cashmere scarf, with his cheeks flushed and eyes shining. Zach barely managed a hello before Chris barged in, slamming the door and spinning Zach around with a determined look on his face. The chain on the door rattled as Zach was suddenly shoved against it, Chris’ body firmly pinning him in place.
“Chris, wha--”
“Shhh, you don’t get to ask questions,” Chris spoke into the stubble along his jaw.
The back of Zach’s head hit the door with a dull thunk as Chris kissed him roughly, lacking all the usual sweetness and demure charm that Zach had come to associate with him. Zach was trying desperately to lick his way into Chris’ mouth, but his boyfriend wasn’t having it. Instead, he felt the sharp pinch of teeth on his bottom lip and the sound of Chris growling, and his mind went blank as he rubbed his hardness against Chris’ thigh.
When Chris pulled back, Zach noticed the storm of hurt and lust with just a flicker of hesitation in his blue eyes, and he knew his plan had worked.
Chris grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked forcefully. Zach fell forward onto Chris, his hands coming up to steady himself on the soft leather over Chris’ biceps for a second before he was being hauled into the bedroom. He stumbled over his feet a bit before he crawled onto the bed, the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor behind him. When he got to the head of the bed, he flipped over, and sat with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Something bothering you, Chris?”
“Tell me, Zach, tell me again about how much you love it when you know they’re sitting in the audience in the seats you reserved just for them,” Chris asked in a low threatening voice, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“You mean my ex, umm, boyfriends?” Zach asked innocently.
“Ex umm boyfriends that you invited to your play,” Chris bit out as he kicked his jeans off.
“You can come to my play, too, you know.”
Chris loomed at the foot of the bed in a white t-shirt and boxers and wrapped his hand around one of Zach’s ankles. With a smirk, he dragged Zach toward him until was sitting with his legs spread on either side of Chris.
Leaning forward, Chris pulled Zach’s face up to his and kissed him roughly again before whispering against his lips, “I was never invited.”
“I didn’t think you needed an official invitation,” he murmured.
Letting go of Zach, he took a step back and started to peel his t-shirt off. “Take off your clothes and tell me again about how you flew to London,” Chris demanded.
Slipping off the bed, Zach shimmied out of his sweatpants and pulled his grey shirt over his head. He sat back down on the bed again, leaning back on his hands with his legs spread wide, bent at the knees and hanging off the end. Zach watched as Chris’ eyes darkened.
The tip of his tongue traced along the edge of his own teeth, recognizing that look from the only other time he’d caught a glimpse of this jealous streak in Chris. They had been at the opening of some club in LA owned by a sister of a friend of Joe’s, or something equally as irrelevant. Chris had returned from the men’s room to find Zach with his hand on the forearm of some guy he’d had a casual night with months before Chris came along, his head tilted and his hip jutted to the side. There had been a moment of confusion and alarm before the look on Chris’s face turned dark and predatory as he purposely stepped into Zach’s space. An unexpected thrill shot down his spine with this new information that Chris was the possessive type and he was already half-hard. It was enough to keep Zach from ending his pointless small talk with the other man. When Zach didn’t put an end to his flirting, Chris got even more agitated and pulled Zach closer, placing a firm hand on his hip, then his shoulder, his waist, the small of his back... Chris stopped short of pissing in a circle around Zach. In the back of the dark cab, Chris couldn’t keep his mouth and hands off of him, as if he was marking Zach with his scent. As soon as they got back to his place, Chris slammed the front shut and fucked him on the floor of the foyer with their pants around their ankles.
So really, who could blame Zach for wanting to make Chris jealous again?
He lowered his gaze and palmed the bulge that his black brief did nothing to hide. Uttering a moan, he closed his eyes briefly before looking back up at Chris from under his eyelashes.
In an instant, Chris slapped his hand away, replacing it with his own, massaging and stroking Zach through the thin cotton. Zach threw his head back and fell onto the bed. With one knee on the bed between Zach’s legs and his other hand planted above Zach’s head, Chris leaned down and bit at the juncture of Zach’s neck and shoulder.
“Tell me about London,” Chris gritted out. Zach gasped as he squeezed.
“Unngh, there’s nothing to tell. He asked if I wanted to seeee-- oh, see his play, so I went. Nothing else happened,” he explained and closed his eyes.
“You didn’t see me in my play.”
Zach’s eyes flew open. “I was never invited,” he smirked.
Chris’ hand stilled and his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the nightstand and returned with the lube.
“You know I hate it when you flirt, don’t you? Especially with people you’ve had a history with.”
Zach nodded silently.
“You do it on purpose, don’t you? Cause you know I hate the idea of someone else seeing you like this.” His voice sounded a little softer. “”I can’t stand to be away from you and the thought that... I just want you for myself.”
Zach nodded again. “There couldn’t be anyone else. Not after you,” Zach confessed quietly.
He watched as Chris rolled the tube in his hands a few times before dropping it on the bed and slipping off his boxers. He squeaked when Chris hooked his fingers under the waistband of the black briefs and tugged down, pulling them right off Zach as startled limbs went flying up in the air. Chris held one of his legs up by the ankle and Zach heard the lid pop.
He squirmed and moaned with a leg in the air and the other one hugged to his chest as Chris inserted a finger, then another and finally a third, his tenderness evident underneath his jealous fit. It had been months since they were last together, too long, as far as Zach was concerned. The long phone conversations and Chris’ voice, tinny and small, only made Zach’s heart ache.
Slowly, Chris withdrew his fingers and moved next to Zach. He shimmied them both back a few inches so that only their feet were hanging off the bed. Lying on their sides facing each other, the corner of Chris’s mouth quirked up and he reached down to cup Zach.
Zach rolled onto Chris and smiled back as he kissed him. He pushed himself up so that he was straddling Chris. His eyes never left Chris’ as he carefully sank onto him, enjoying the feel of Chris filling him and sight of Chris under him. Smoothing his hands up Chris’ arms, he rocked his hips until he was fully seated on Chris, his ass nestled against Chris’ bent legs. Zach leaned forward a little, placing his hands on Chris’ shoulders, to angle himself properly before he started riding Chris. He was tentative at first, but soon Chris was gripping his hips and rubbing encouragingly on his thighs, and Zach sped up, bouncing with near painful enthusiasm.
He felt Chris’ hands trying to still him. Zach slowed, waiting as they both panted heavily. Suddenly, Chris bucked his hips and flipped them so that Zach was under him, pinning his arms to the bed.
“This what you wanted?” Chris rasped.
“God, yes,” Zach moaned as Chris lifted his hips and pushed into him again.
With his eyes closed, he tried to focus on the way Chris felt in him, over him, around him, but he needed more. He placed both his legs on Chris’ shoulders; Chris knew this meant Zach wanted it hard and Zach and felt him lean forward, bending him in half.
As Zach’s whining became more high pitched, he curled in on himself, dropping his legs from Chris’ shoulders, so he could reach around to grab handfuls of Chris’ ass, feeling the way the muscles moved under his fingers while Chris pistoned into him furiously.
“Can you?” Chris panted.
Letting go of Chris, Zach hooked a leg around Chris’ hip and began stroking himself. The sound of his wails, Chris’ moans, and the banging of the headboard against the wall surrounded him as Chris pounded into him. He opened his eyes and was met with Chris’ intense stare, those incredibly blue eyes glazed with lust and full of desire for him. Zach’s eyes moved to Chris’ parted and swollen lips and thought about the first time they kissed. His gaze wandered to Chris’ cheekbones, now so prominent on his face, making him seem years younger. He thought about how shy and painfully vulnerable Chris was the first morning they woke up next to each other and he asked Zach to be careful with him because he was more fragile than he let on.
He felt Chris pushing frantically, his rhythm faltering and he knew Chris was close.
“Zach,” Chris breathed and brought his forehead to Zach’s while his shoulders shivered and his abs clenched.
With another twist of his hand, Zach was coming too, his legs giving out and splayed on either side of them as Chris collapsed heavily on top of him.
Minutes later, Zach felt fingers gently carding through his hair. He lifted his head and saw that Chris was already dressed again. Chris pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Don’t shower until you hear from me,” he whispered and Zach couldn’t help as another rush of desire pooled in his belly until the meaning of the words registered with the soft click of the apartment door.
It was nearly noon. He shifted in his chair and grimaced. And then smiled to himself. His phone buzzed and he fumbled to pick it up, almost dropping it. He didn’t even look to see who was calling.
“Chris?” he said frantically.
“Hey,” came the lighthearted reply. “How’s it going?” Chris asked casually. “How was your show last night? Sorry I didn’t get a chance to call. I was out running errands and I didn’t want to call you too late.”
“Umm. Yeah,” Zach drawled, eyes narrowed. “My show went well,” Zach continued carefully. “How was your night?”
“Meh. It was okay. You know, same old.”
Zach’s jaw dropped. He could see Chris shrugging over the phone. “That’s too bad,” Zach said curtly. “It’s too bad your errands were so bland and boring.”
Chris chuckled. “Well, things just aren’t as much fun without you around. Oh, speaking of which, I’m so excited for next weekend! I can’t wait to see you. Did you remember to get me tickets? Good ones, too, like right up front so I can see your junk. And there’s this new restaurant we have to try out. I’ll email you with the details later, but try to see if you can get us reservations?”
Zach smiled despite the game they were playing. His chest filled with that familiar pang of longing whenever Chris was out of arm’s reach.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Zach said. “What are you up to today?”
“Hmm, probably just unpacking and settling in. I just got into LAX. Oh my god, Zach, the weirdest and nastiest thing happened. The cab on the way to the airport reeked of vomit. That shit’s just wrong,” Chris complained.
Zach raised an eyebrow. “That is weird. Where were you flying from?” he asked, feigning innocence.
There was pause on the other line. “So what are you up to today?” Chris ignored Zach’s question.
“I have a show later.” He dropped his voice and added, “I was just about to jump in the shower when you called.”
“Oh, okay." He paused again. "Too bad I can’t be there to help. Anyway, call me after your show?”
“Okay,” Zach agreed. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“I miss you,” Chris said softly.
Zach grinned. “I miss you, too,” he replied.
Zach shook out his umbrella and climbed in the cab. It took a second before the smell hit him. He rolled the window down halfway, not caring if the rain poured in on him and the seat. He fished his phone out of his pocket and typed away.
dear l.a. this cab smells straight up like vomit. i never knew how much i'd miss you.
The idea entered his head that it would be sort of romantic, something like fate, if he’d ended up in the same cab that Chris was in hours earlier. He turned his head toward the window and took a deep breath, wondering why Chris couldn’t have picked a cab that smelled like fake lemon air freshner instead.