Day 11, Convincing Himself, Star Trek XI RPF, Chris, Zach, R
Title:Convincig Himself
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek Xi RPF
Pairing/character: Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Completely fictional, all made up out of my own head and not meant to be taken as anything that ever happened in reality.
Zach had never meant to spy on Chris. Their rooms were next to each other (naturally), and Zach liked to do yoga on hotel room balconies. So really, it wasn't actually Zach's fault that the position he was in happened to let him see right into Chris's bedroom. Or, rather, right into Chris's bed.
It certainly wasn't Zach's fault that at six in the evening, Chris had apparently decided to get himself off. That really wasn't something Zach could have predicted. Not that he always waited for darkness or to draw the curtains, but still, it wasn't really Zach's fault that Chris had chosen now.
Untangling himself from the position, Zach started to go back inside. Until he saw the lube, dripped on Chris's fingers. He bit his lip. Chris was straight. Lots of straight men liked to play with their ass. It was inappropriate.
Chris would never know. Zach was behind a potted palm - or something, it was green. It wasn't at all obvious that Zach could see him.
And a naked, aroused Chris Pine? Was fucking gorgeous. No man could resist. Or at least not Zach.
He watched, fascinated, little details suggesting themselves to him. This wasn't the first time Chris had tried this. Not that he expected it would be, one hardly chose the middle of a promotional tour to experiment. Well, maybe Anton did but he was young enough that there wasn't a time when he wouldn't experiment. Chris's fingers slid into his body perfectly and Zach swore he could hear the noise Chris was making as he did. A gentle moan of familiarity... or was that Zach's fantasy? It must be, because Chris's window was closed. Chris wasn't jerking off. He was moving his fingers in a way that suggested that he didn't need the stimulation to get off. It was sexy as hell to watch him, and Zach could do it forever. Or at least until he got himself off.
That didn't take long, soon Chris was coming. Zach was hard, and he was about to head inside to take care of it (with the curtains drawn just in case), when his watch alarm went off and reminded him that he had dinner plans with Zoe.
Luckily by the time he'd dressed (foregoing a shower for a quick wash and an extra spray of deodorant), his erection had calmed. He could handle this. After all, he'd handled a hopeless crush on Chris since a little after they'd started filming. It shouldn't feel any different now he knew what Chris looked like when he came.
Zach knew he was kidding himself, but he hoped he could make the lie to himself true with repetition.
needed a little more pressure.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Star Trek Xi RPF
Pairing/character: Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Completely fictional, all made up out of my own head and not meant to be taken as anything that ever happened in reality.
Zach had never meant to spy on Chris. Their rooms were next to each other (naturally), and Zach liked to do yoga on hotel room balconies. So really, it wasn't actually Zach's fault that the position he was in happened to let him see right into Chris's bedroom. Or, rather, right into Chris's bed.
It certainly wasn't Zach's fault that at six in the evening, Chris had apparently decided to get himself off. That really wasn't something Zach could have predicted. Not that he always waited for darkness or to draw the curtains, but still, it wasn't really Zach's fault that Chris had chosen now.
Untangling himself from the position, Zach started to go back inside. Until he saw the lube, dripped on Chris's fingers. He bit his lip. Chris was straight. Lots of straight men liked to play with their ass. It was inappropriate.
Chris would never know. Zach was behind a potted palm - or something, it was green. It wasn't at all obvious that Zach could see him.
And a naked, aroused Chris Pine? Was fucking gorgeous. No man could resist. Or at least not Zach.
He watched, fascinated, little details suggesting themselves to him. This wasn't the first time Chris had tried this. Not that he expected it would be, one hardly chose the middle of a promotional tour to experiment. Well, maybe Anton did but he was young enough that there wasn't a time when he wouldn't experiment. Chris's fingers slid into his body perfectly and Zach swore he could hear the noise Chris was making as he did. A gentle moan of familiarity... or was that Zach's fantasy? It must be, because Chris's window was closed. Chris wasn't jerking off. He was moving his fingers in a way that suggested that he didn't need the stimulation to get off. It was sexy as hell to watch him, and Zach could do it forever. Or at least until he got himself off.
That didn't take long, soon Chris was coming. Zach was hard, and he was about to head inside to take care of it (with the curtains drawn just in case), when his watch alarm went off and reminded him that he had dinner plans with Zoe.
Luckily by the time he'd dressed (foregoing a shower for a quick wash and an extra spray of deodorant), his erection had calmed. He could handle this. After all, he'd handled a hopeless crush on Chris since a little after they'd started filming. It shouldn't feel any different now he knew what Chris looked like when he came.
Zach knew he was kidding himself, but he hoped he could make the lie to himself true with repetition.
needed a little more pressure.