Ficlet: Skype
Title: Skype
Word Count: 1964
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pinto Skype sex. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Zach is juggling two bags of groceries, a handful of mail, and trying to hook the chain on his door when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He hobbles over to the small table next to the window in his kitchenette and drops everything. A couple envelopes fall to the floor with a smack, but Zach ignores them to check his phone.
Skype now?
Zach yawns, places a package of organic tofu and soy milk in the fridge, and texts Chris back. It’s not even midnight, but he’s exhausted already from filming for sixteen hours straight with Victor and their crew. There wasn’t anything more appealing to him right now than curling up in his bed in his boxers and seeing Chris’ face.
give me 5? just got in. putting away groceries.
After he’s done in the kitchen, Zach boots up his laptop on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth in his normal bedtime routine. By the time he signs onto Skype and dials his boyfriend, it’s been more like twenty minutes than the five he promised Chris. The slightly annoyed and pouty look on Chris’ face when he pops up on Zach’s screen is more endearing than threatening, and Zach knows that all it will take to make Chris smile is to ask him what he ate for dinner.
“Five minutes?”
“I brushed my teeth so I could cuddle up in bed with you,” Zach responds, propping himself against two pillows so he can sprawl out sideway on his bed.
There was flash of genuine annoyance in Chris’ eyes.
“Are you seriously mad?” Zach asks.
Chris scratches at his two-day old stubble. “You’re really bad at the concept of time.”
“What you talking about?”
“You’re always late. And when you make people wait for you, it’s like you don’t even apologize half the time cause you think they have nothing better to do than wait around for you. You think your time is so much more valuable than anyone else’s. And then you make me watch videos and shows that aren’t even --”
“You can’t still be upset about that!” Zach gapes at his screen.
A stab of dread fills his stomach. He hated when they had these little fights over the phone or computer. If Zach were there in person, it would be easy to gather him up in his arms and rolls his palms over the bulbs of Chris’ shoulders until they relaxed and rest of Chris would melt into him.
He sees the muscles in Chris’ jaw tighten. “I never did get the chance to let you make it up to me,” Chris says, his voice low and gravelly, and a spark of lust flares deep in Zach’s balls. When Chris gets a bit angry, he gets a bit rough, and honestly, nothing makes Zach spread his legs faster.
“Do you still have my Details there?” Chris asks.
“Umm, yeah,” Zach admitted breathlessly.
“Go get it.”
“It’s... they’re on my wall.”
Glancing at the wall next to his bed, Zach bites his lip. He had packed up half his things last month and shipped the non-essential stuff back to LA while he finished up some BTD work here in NY, but he had left the photos of Chris up on his wall. Because, no, Zach wasn’t embarrassed that he had giddily put them there in the first place, not when Chris looked so goddamn hot, wearing those leather pants and tiny tees and... it was just a lot easier to touch himself on lonely nights while looking up at his wall than pinning the glossy magazine pages open with a box of tissues.
“I want you to look at them,” Chris tells him.
“I already am.” Zach slides a hand down past the elastic band of his boxers and ghosts his fingers over his half-hard dick.
Chris brings his laptop to his bedroom and sets it on his bed. There’s more light than there was in Chris’ living room and Zach can clearly see Chris as he pulls off his shirt before he yanks his mesh shorts and brief down, his erection in perfect view.
Zach moans and presses his hand to his own cock, full now, and throbbing in time with his accelerated heart rate and breathing.
“Strip. I want you naked on your back, the camera between your legs so I can see you jerking off to those photos of me.”
Zach doesn’t hesitate to do exactly what Chris says, positioning himself so he’s leaning back on his pillows, the flats of his feet propped on the wall where he’s taped Chris’ photoshoot and his laptop facing him between his long legs. Zach feels incredibly exposed, but it’s far eclipsed by how excited and turned on he is. He looks and sees that Chris has done the same with his laptop and Zach gets a screenful of Chris’ thick cock and massive balls.
Zach’s mouth waters, wishing he could wrap his lips around Chris, thinking about tracing that one thick, purple vein that runs up the underside of Chris’ cock with the tip of his tongue.
“Tilt your screen back, I need to see your face,” Chris tells him.
As Zach sits forward to adjust his laptop, a long drop of precum dribbles from his dick and leaves a smear along the crease of his leg and abdomen. He leans back again and his eyes stray to the wet trail.
“Leaking already?” Chris teases. “If I were there, I’d be lapping that up with your fingers in my hair.”
“Shit, Chris, I-- ” Zach’s head lolls back for a moment as he fists his erection. When he opens his eyes, he sees that Chris is doing the same, his eyes dark and intensely focused on Zach.
“Look at my photos,” Chris instructs him. “Tell me which one is your favorite.”
Zach glances up and scans the pages on his wall. “The one where you’re wearing leather pants, leaning on the car.”
Chris licks his bottom lip and Zach sees him lazily stroking the shaft of his cock with one hand and alternating between rubbing at the slit and below the ridge with his other hand.
“What do you like about that one?” Chris asks.
With a firm squeeze to the base of his own reddened dick, Zach sucks in a deep breath and presses his thumb to his slit, catching more of the clear, viscous liquid and spreading it around.
“Everything. Your legs, your ankles. It makes me think about how they feel hooked over my shoulders as I’m fucking into you,” Zach rasps. “I want to peel that leather off, throw your naked ass on the hood of that car, and eat you up.”
“What else?”
Zach watches as Chris squeezes a line of lube onto his erection before continuing to jack himself with both hands. Chris throws his head back and groans, bending one knee and pulling that leg closer to him. Zach moans at the sight of Chris’ flushed and heaving chest. Chris’ hands speed up, his hips thrusting up into the air, as he looks up at Zach, the wet sound of him pumping himself filling Zach’s ears.
“C’mon, Zach. What else do you like?” Chris asks again, his voice more urgent.
Clenching his abs, Zach whimpers and strokes himself faster.
“Zach, fucking -- stop! Stop!” Chris grits out.
“What?! What’s why?!”
“Let go of your penis!”
“Fucking why?!” Zach yells. He let’s go of his cock, eyes wide.
Chris rubs the palm of his hand around the head of his cock. “I asked you politely and you didn’t answer. You’re not allowed to touch yourself until you tell me why you love that photo of me. In the meantime, you get to watch,” he says smugly as his other hand wanders down and rolls his balls.
“I -- this is -- are you going to -- there?” Zach gasps.
Gripping his sheets, Zach braces himself, his toes curling against the wall as Chris lifts his balls in hand, still playing with them, and presses at his perineum with his fingers. Chris makes this sound, low and guttural, and arches off his bed with his eyes closed, and Zach’s cock twitches helplessly against his thigh.
“God, please, Chris, I need --”
Chris makes that sounds again and Zach nearly chokes on his own breath. From the way Chris’ shoulders give a sudden shake, Zach knows he’s so close and he wants so badly to touch himself.
“Chris,” Zach pleads, rocking his hips. The tip of his cock bounces and rubs with the smallest amount of friction against the hair on his belly.
Opening his eyes, Chris shifts his hands away from his balls and just runs his palms up his shaft, roughly petting his own thick dick.
“Tell me what you like about that photo or I’m going to shoot all over my laptop screen while you sit on your hands and watch. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I tell you to.” His voice is so low and authoritative that the sounds of it makes Zach shiver and another drop dribbles out of his slit onto his already slick skin.
Zach trains his eyes on the photo of Chris on his wall and fists his fingers in his sheets.
“I like your hair it’s all messy like after I pull on it if you’re sucking on me and I like your stubble cause you know that I like it and it makes me so hard when you rub your cheeks between my thighs and your arms looks strong and I remember the way it feels when you’re holding me down and fucking me so hard that I think you might be breaking my asshole and that black see-through shirt cause it makes your chest look amazing and I want to lick your nipples through it and it rides up a little at the bottom and I think about biting at the skin there and rubbing my fingers in that dip above your hipbones and I want to pull that zipper down to free your cock and take it in my mouth and --”
He stops when he hears the moans that punctuated his narration get so loud that his speakers vibrate in protest.
“Jack yourself,” Chris grits out.
Zach’s eyes don’t leave the screen as he wraps a hand around his shaft and strokes it like it’s a race to the finish. Their gazes lock and Chris gives his erection a few more aggressive tugs and pushes at that spot right behind his balls again before he comes with shout. Zach cries out, his legs spreading even wider involuntarily, when he sees the first milky rope land across Chris’ chest. His vision blurs for a few seconds with his own orgasm. Zach gasps for breath and curls in on himself, still whimpering as he finds a more comfortable position and focuses his attention back on Chris.
“That was so good,” Chris slurs, his fingers splayed in the mess on his chest and abdomen. “I think I might have drooled on myself.”
“Mmm, yeah, you always do that when you come hard,” Zach murmurs. “I shot all over my keyboard.”
“Oh my god, that’s going to be a bitch to clean,” Chris chuckles, reaching for a tissue.
“It was so worth it.”
“Yeah,” Chris agrees and smiles radiantly at Zach. “I miss you, you stupid fucker.”
“Samesies.”
They fall silent, grinning stupidly and watching each other’s eyelids begin to droop as they come down from their post-orgasmic highs.
“I should sleep,” Zach mumbles finally.
“’Kay. Text me dirty things tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“Give my sexy photo a kiss good night,” Chris teases.
“I will,” Zach promises. “Right on your crotch.”
Word Count: 1964
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pinto Skype sex. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Zach is juggling two bags of groceries, a handful of mail, and trying to hook the chain on his door when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He hobbles over to the small table next to the window in his kitchenette and drops everything. A couple envelopes fall to the floor with a smack, but Zach ignores them to check his phone.
Skype now?
Zach yawns, places a package of organic tofu and soy milk in the fridge, and texts Chris back. It’s not even midnight, but he’s exhausted already from filming for sixteen hours straight with Victor and their crew. There wasn’t anything more appealing to him right now than curling up in his bed in his boxers and seeing Chris’ face.
give me 5? just got in. putting away groceries.
After he’s done in the kitchen, Zach boots up his laptop on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth in his normal bedtime routine. By the time he signs onto Skype and dials his boyfriend, it’s been more like twenty minutes than the five he promised Chris. The slightly annoyed and pouty look on Chris’ face when he pops up on Zach’s screen is more endearing than threatening, and Zach knows that all it will take to make Chris smile is to ask him what he ate for dinner.
“Five minutes?”
“I brushed my teeth so I could cuddle up in bed with you,” Zach responds, propping himself against two pillows so he can sprawl out sideway on his bed.
There was flash of genuine annoyance in Chris’ eyes.
“Are you seriously mad?” Zach asks.
Chris scratches at his two-day old stubble. “You’re really bad at the concept of time.”
“What you talking about?”
“You’re always late. And when you make people wait for you, it’s like you don’t even apologize half the time cause you think they have nothing better to do than wait around for you. You think your time is so much more valuable than anyone else’s. And then you make me watch videos and shows that aren’t even --”
“You can’t still be upset about that!” Zach gapes at his screen.
A stab of dread fills his stomach. He hated when they had these little fights over the phone or computer. If Zach were there in person, it would be easy to gather him up in his arms and rolls his palms over the bulbs of Chris’ shoulders until they relaxed and rest of Chris would melt into him.
He sees the muscles in Chris’ jaw tighten. “I never did get the chance to let you make it up to me,” Chris says, his voice low and gravelly, and a spark of lust flares deep in Zach’s balls. When Chris gets a bit angry, he gets a bit rough, and honestly, nothing makes Zach spread his legs faster.
“Do you still have my Details there?” Chris asks.
“Umm, yeah,” Zach admitted breathlessly.
“Go get it.”
“It’s... they’re on my wall.”
Glancing at the wall next to his bed, Zach bites his lip. He had packed up half his things last month and shipped the non-essential stuff back to LA while he finished up some BTD work here in NY, but he had left the photos of Chris up on his wall. Because, no, Zach wasn’t embarrassed that he had giddily put them there in the first place, not when Chris looked so goddamn hot, wearing those leather pants and tiny tees and... it was just a lot easier to touch himself on lonely nights while looking up at his wall than pinning the glossy magazine pages open with a box of tissues.
“I want you to look at them,” Chris tells him.
“I already am.” Zach slides a hand down past the elastic band of his boxers and ghosts his fingers over his half-hard dick.
Chris brings his laptop to his bedroom and sets it on his bed. There’s more light than there was in Chris’ living room and Zach can clearly see Chris as he pulls off his shirt before he yanks his mesh shorts and brief down, his erection in perfect view.
Zach moans and presses his hand to his own cock, full now, and throbbing in time with his accelerated heart rate and breathing.
“Strip. I want you naked on your back, the camera between your legs so I can see you jerking off to those photos of me.”
Zach doesn’t hesitate to do exactly what Chris says, positioning himself so he’s leaning back on his pillows, the flats of his feet propped on the wall where he’s taped Chris’ photoshoot and his laptop facing him between his long legs. Zach feels incredibly exposed, but it’s far eclipsed by how excited and turned on he is. He looks and sees that Chris has done the same with his laptop and Zach gets a screenful of Chris’ thick cock and massive balls.
Zach’s mouth waters, wishing he could wrap his lips around Chris, thinking about tracing that one thick, purple vein that runs up the underside of Chris’ cock with the tip of his tongue.
“Tilt your screen back, I need to see your face,” Chris tells him.
As Zach sits forward to adjust his laptop, a long drop of precum dribbles from his dick and leaves a smear along the crease of his leg and abdomen. He leans back again and his eyes stray to the wet trail.
“Leaking already?” Chris teases. “If I were there, I’d be lapping that up with your fingers in my hair.”
“Shit, Chris, I-- ” Zach’s head lolls back for a moment as he fists his erection. When he opens his eyes, he sees that Chris is doing the same, his eyes dark and intensely focused on Zach.
“Look at my photos,” Chris instructs him. “Tell me which one is your favorite.”
Zach glances up and scans the pages on his wall. “The one where you’re wearing leather pants, leaning on the car.”
Chris licks his bottom lip and Zach sees him lazily stroking the shaft of his cock with one hand and alternating between rubbing at the slit and below the ridge with his other hand.
“What do you like about that one?” Chris asks.
With a firm squeeze to the base of his own reddened dick, Zach sucks in a deep breath and presses his thumb to his slit, catching more of the clear, viscous liquid and spreading it around.
“Everything. Your legs, your ankles. It makes me think about how they feel hooked over my shoulders as I’m fucking into you,” Zach rasps. “I want to peel that leather off, throw your naked ass on the hood of that car, and eat you up.”
“What else?”
Zach watches as Chris squeezes a line of lube onto his erection before continuing to jack himself with both hands. Chris throws his head back and groans, bending one knee and pulling that leg closer to him. Zach moans at the sight of Chris’ flushed and heaving chest. Chris’ hands speed up, his hips thrusting up into the air, as he looks up at Zach, the wet sound of him pumping himself filling Zach’s ears.
“C’mon, Zach. What else do you like?” Chris asks again, his voice more urgent.
Clenching his abs, Zach whimpers and strokes himself faster.
“Zach, fucking -- stop! Stop!” Chris grits out.
“What?! What’s why?!”
“Let go of your penis!”
“Fucking why?!” Zach yells. He let’s go of his cock, eyes wide.
Chris rubs the palm of his hand around the head of his cock. “I asked you politely and you didn’t answer. You’re not allowed to touch yourself until you tell me why you love that photo of me. In the meantime, you get to watch,” he says smugly as his other hand wanders down and rolls his balls.
“I -- this is -- are you going to -- there?” Zach gasps.
Gripping his sheets, Zach braces himself, his toes curling against the wall as Chris lifts his balls in hand, still playing with them, and presses at his perineum with his fingers. Chris makes this sound, low and guttural, and arches off his bed with his eyes closed, and Zach’s cock twitches helplessly against his thigh.
“God, please, Chris, I need --”
Chris makes that sounds again and Zach nearly chokes on his own breath. From the way Chris’ shoulders give a sudden shake, Zach knows he’s so close and he wants so badly to touch himself.
“Chris,” Zach pleads, rocking his hips. The tip of his cock bounces and rubs with the smallest amount of friction against the hair on his belly.
Opening his eyes, Chris shifts his hands away from his balls and just runs his palms up his shaft, roughly petting his own thick dick.
“Tell me what you like about that photo or I’m going to shoot all over my laptop screen while you sit on your hands and watch. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I tell you to.” His voice is so low and authoritative that the sounds of it makes Zach shiver and another drop dribbles out of his slit onto his already slick skin.
Zach trains his eyes on the photo of Chris on his wall and fists his fingers in his sheets.
“I like your hair it’s all messy like after I pull on it if you’re sucking on me and I like your stubble cause you know that I like it and it makes me so hard when you rub your cheeks between my thighs and your arms looks strong and I remember the way it feels when you’re holding me down and fucking me so hard that I think you might be breaking my asshole and that black see-through shirt cause it makes your chest look amazing and I want to lick your nipples through it and it rides up a little at the bottom and I think about biting at the skin there and rubbing my fingers in that dip above your hipbones and I want to pull that zipper down to free your cock and take it in my mouth and --”
He stops when he hears the moans that punctuated his narration get so loud that his speakers vibrate in protest.
“Jack yourself,” Chris grits out.
Zach’s eyes don’t leave the screen as he wraps a hand around his shaft and strokes it like it’s a race to the finish. Their gazes lock and Chris gives his erection a few more aggressive tugs and pushes at that spot right behind his balls again before he comes with shout. Zach cries out, his legs spreading even wider involuntarily, when he sees the first milky rope land across Chris’ chest. His vision blurs for a few seconds with his own orgasm. Zach gasps for breath and curls in on himself, still whimpering as he finds a more comfortable position and focuses his attention back on Chris.
“That was so good,” Chris slurs, his fingers splayed in the mess on his chest and abdomen. “I think I might have drooled on myself.”
“Mmm, yeah, you always do that when you come hard,” Zach murmurs. “I shot all over my keyboard.”
“Oh my god, that’s going to be a bitch to clean,” Chris chuckles, reaching for a tissue.
“It was so worth it.”
“Yeah,” Chris agrees and smiles radiantly at Zach. “I miss you, you stupid fucker.”
“Samesies.”
They fall silent, grinning stupidly and watching each other’s eyelids begin to droop as they come down from their post-orgasmic highs.
“I should sleep,” Zach mumbles finally.
“’Kay. Text me dirty things tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“Give my sexy photo a kiss good night,” Chris teases.
“I will,” Zach promises. “Right on your crotch.”