Fic: A Small Token of Our Appreciation
Accidentally posted this at pinto_fic instead of putting it here and linking to it, as is my usual practice. This post is mainly for archiving purposes.
Title: A Small Token of Our Appreciation
Pairing: *small cough* Er. Zach/Chris/Leonard. Ish. Established relationship Pinto + Leonard, more like.
Rating: NC-17 like burning, I fear.
Disclaimer: These are lies, lies, lies.
Notes/Warnings: Ohhhhh, you know it's bad when this section is massive. Ah, well: I'll begin.
I wrote this for a prompt on the kinkmeme, here. The prompt was 'Pinto sucking off Nimoy', which about sums this up. It is (sort of) a sequel to a Zach/Leonard ficlet also found in that thread, Snails and Oysters, and while you don't need to read that to understand this - since this is, effectively, just porn - I highly recommend it, because it's excellent.
In other news: there are POV shifts herein, and not necessarily changing where the breaks are, in case that throws you off.
Note: this is not Shatnoy. There is no Shatner herein. (Okay, okay: I mentioned him. So shoot me.) I was just darting about the kinkmeme, and it was very late, and this somehow got written. Oh, the odd and interesting pairings it is making me write!
*deep breath* All right. Anyone still with me?
I think I knew they'd gotten together approximately two days after it happened, although I must admit that I wasn't certain whether they were together-together, or only the sort of together where you touch each other inappropriately behind the soundstage and then have multiple adult sleepovers. It wasn't any of my business, of course, but they were cute together, and I did rather hope they'd end up a couple, and not just fuckbuddies.
So, I invited them over to my place for dinner.
I should have known it was a bad idea, particularly in light of the very interesting evening I'd spent with young Mr Quinto only weeks earlier. The looks they gave each other when I opened the door and welcomed them in disconcerted me a little. The look they exchanged when I mentioned that Susan was away for the weekend was even more - interesting, shall we say. Still, it wasn't until I turned to go and fetch the boys some wine from the kitchen, and felt Zachary's fingers close around my wrist, that I was absolutely sure they'd gotten the wrong end of the stick.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't want to indulge in an adult sleepover with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto. If I'm honest, the idea has crossed my mind. But I'd never been serious about it, and I certainly hadn't invited them here with the intention of seducing them. I opened my mouth to say something to this effect when Zachary said, "Leave the wine for now, Leonard. Chris and I would like to - um." He paused. I raised an eyebrow.
"We'd like to give you a small token of our respect and appreciation for you, sir," Chris finished for him, smooth as anything. That boy is sharp as a tack, and just as brassy, when he wants to be, and I swear to God he was going to wink at me, but thought better of it at the last moment. I caught the twitch in his cheek, and smiled.
The intention was unmistakeable, really. I've lived long enough to know when I'm being seduced. I did wonder, though, whether either of them knew what exactly they were getting themselves into.
*****
As it transpired, I had to grudgingly admit that they did - they at least knew what to get me into, which is to say, a chair, to save on embarrassment should my legs decide to give out in the middle of something exciting. They moved together effortlessly, with the sort of fluid co-operation it takes most married couples years to achieve. Susan and I move together like that, I know. Hell, Bill and I do it: forty-three years of knowing someone makes for that kind of thing, when you're close friends. But these boys had only known each other a year or so, and they'd only been together, by my reckoning, less than a week, and yet they had it off perfectly already, this symbiosis of movement and speech, glances and touches.
"Leonard," Chris said, with just a bit of nervousness detectible under the bravado, "If you have no objections, I'd really love to go down on you."
I looked at him. Hell, it's not every day you hear something like that from one of Hollywood's rising young stars, especially not at my age, and I wanted to savor the moment. So I just looked at him with a lazy little smile until he started to look uncomfortable, and then I said: "Christopher - I'd be honoured."
It was almost sweet, the way his whole face relaxed, as if he'd been holding it tense while he waited for my response. "Oh, good," he said, on an exhaled breath. And then he dropped to his knees in front of the chair, and opened my pants.
****
I was about to go down on Leonard Nimoy.
Leonard Nimoy. That was basically all I could think as I knelt there on his living room carpet, watching his dick harden: I'm about to go down on Leonard Nimoy.
I mean. Wow.
I didn't even believe Zach at first, when he told me about their (he always puts it in inverted finger-commas) "date". But he swore Scout's honor, and various other dumb things, and eventually he had me pretty much convinced. I don't think I believed him entirely, though, until we got this invitation from Leonard.
Zach said, "He knows, man. Ohoho, he knows." And he grinned at me and winked. "Fancy a taste of the big man?"
"Zach," I told him,a little primly, "I really don't think that's what he meant."
Zach shrugged. "Least we can do, isn't it, though? Whether he meant it or not - and, yeah, okay, he probably didn't - I bet you anything he won't say no." His grin got even wickeder than before, if that were even possible. "We could double-team him."
And so it came to be that I was kneeling on the floor at Leonard Nimoy's feet, staring at his cock and trying to work up the courage to take it into my mouth, hoping against hope that I wouldn't fuck it up and vaguely wondering how many famous mouths had been where I was - well -
...shit, I am not going to make a 'boldly going' joke, I swear to God. Anyway.
So, I was kneeling between his knees, right? And staring at his cock, trying to screw my courage to the sticking place, when I felt his hand on the back of my head. He has beautiful hands, long-fingered, illegally gorgeous things, and that was really all I needed to slip my lips around the head of him and suck. He sucked in a gasp of air when I did it, this deep fierce little pulling sound, and that encouraged me, so I pressed my tongue to the slit where he was leaking, and he bucked up a little into my mouth.
"Mmmm," he breathed, rubbing circles against my scalp with his beautiful fingers. "That's it, Chris."
Hell, it was hot. I was throbbing already and I'd only just gotten going. I braced myself with my hands on his knees and tongued him, sucking him now gently, now a little harder; and then he thrust up hard against the roof of my mouth without warning and I almost pulled away -
- and then I felt Zach's fingers creeping up my spine, gripping my arms, stroking my hair. Holding me there.
I had a stupid thought about being all wrapped up in Spocks, and tried very hard to smother a laugh. I think I succeeded. At any rate, it took my mind off the gag reflex, and I slid my mouth wetly all the way up to the tip of Leonard's cock, tonguing him gently, gently, gently; feeling him writhe.
*****
God, it was hot.
I fantasised about Chris for a long, long time before I finally got to touch him. I fantasised about Leonard for almost as long, although maybe less frequently. Seeing them like this, though, with Leonard's dick in Chris's mouth, Leonard's head tipped back open-mouthed against the back of the chair, that flush across Chris's cheekbones -
Fuck me, but I was more turned on than I could ever remember being in my life.
I shifted around from behind Chris, walking on my knees until I was leaning against Leonard's. It can be kind of difficult, working the logistics of double-teaming a blowjob, but Leonard's not exactly lacking in the trouser department, which seriously helps, and while Chris's pretty mouth was doing a damn good job as it was, leaving slick trails of saliva all over the top few inches of Leonard's cock, there was a helluva lot further down that wasn't being attended to. And I knew just what to do about that.
I'd told Chris beforehand that I meant to do this, but I really think he'd forgotten, because he jerked when he felt me slip an arm around his waist and press my tongue to the underside of Leonard's cock. Our faces were right up close to each other now, of course, and my hair was brushing his jaw. I rubbed little circles at the small of his back to calm him down a bit, and started to lap at the base of the shaft, deft little licks the way Chris likes it.
One of the things I like best about giving head is the noises the guy makes. I'd found Leonard to be no exception to this rule the other night, and on this particular occasion he was even more vocal. It seemed that the amount of noise he made was pretty much proportional to the amount of his cock currently being licked, which I guess made perfect sense. He was twitching underneath us, one hand on the back of Chris's head. When I dipped a bit lower to lick at his balls, I felt his other hand come up and twist into my hair. He'd obviously reached the stage where he was having trouble knowing how hard would be too hard, but I can't say I cared too much right then, as I sucked at his balls and trailed my mouth up his shaft until it met Chris's, tongue briefly flicking out to meet his where it curled around the head of Leonard's cock before descending again.
I think we were both moaning by that point, Chris and I. Leonard was beyond moaning; he was melting, and it was fucking hot as hell. I felt it vibrating all the way down Leonard and against my own mouth when Chris started to hum something, just to force him over that last edge and into the big finish, and then it was happening. Leonard let out a short, sharp noise like nothing on earth, and I goddamn nearly came in my pants at the sound of it, and then he was shooting, into Chris's mouth, little rivulets of it sliding down the side of his cock and onto my upper lip.
And that was - something.
****
I'll say one thing for these young guys. They may not be able to steer, but they can sure as hell give amazing head.
I mean, I knew Zachary was good at it. I found that out the other week, after I took him out for escargots. But Chris is quite something himself, too, particularly when he's looking up at me from between my knees, with a great big grin and a healthy amount of my ejaculate on his face. That was certainly a sight for aged eyes like mine.
God only knows why they wanted to do this. I certainly had no idea. But they both looked so goddamned pleased with themselves, like two smug cats who'd gotten their cream, and that made me warm from the inside out, I gotta tell you. I smiled back at both of them, struggling for coherency.
"That was..." I began, and shook my head to clear it when I realised the sentence just wasn't happening. "Well, boys - that was, anyway." I paused (for effect. Okay, I admit it). "That was excellent."
If anything, their grins broadened as they sat back. I buttoned my pants and attempted to regain my sense of space and time.
"Okay," Zachary announced suddenly, "Wine time now?"
I laughed a little. "You boys don't want to - " I made a little gesture in mid-air, which I hoped made my point quite clear. They both looked at each other and grinned.
"Wine first," Chris said, "Show later. If you're up for it?"
I laughed more at that, laughed and laughed and struggled to my feet to help Zachary with glasses and the like. "I am," I declared, "most definitely, well and truly up for it, young Mr Pine. Now - " I made motions in the direction of the kitchen, "do you prefer red, or white?"
fin
Well, I feel dirty now. *facepalm* Don't kill me.
And now, back to the various and incredibly awesome Shatnoy prompts people were kind enough to give me in my 'what to write' thread.
Title: A Small Token of Our Appreciation
Pairing: *small cough* Er. Zach/Chris/Leonard. Ish. Established relationship Pinto + Leonard, more like.
Rating: NC-17 like burning, I fear.
Disclaimer: These are lies, lies, lies.
Notes/Warnings: Ohhhhh, you know it's bad when this section is massive. Ah, well: I'll begin.
I wrote this for a prompt on the kinkmeme, here. The prompt was 'Pinto sucking off Nimoy', which about sums this up. It is (sort of) a sequel to a Zach/Leonard ficlet also found in that thread, Snails and Oysters, and while you don't need to read that to understand this - since this is, effectively, just porn - I highly recommend it, because it's excellent.
In other news: there are POV shifts herein, and not necessarily changing where the breaks are, in case that throws you off.
Note: this is not Shatnoy. There is no Shatner herein. (Okay, okay: I mentioned him. So shoot me.) I was just darting about the kinkmeme, and it was very late, and this somehow got written. Oh, the odd and interesting pairings it is making me write!
*deep breath* All right. Anyone still with me?
I think I knew they'd gotten together approximately two days after it happened, although I must admit that I wasn't certain whether they were together-together, or only the sort of together where you touch each other inappropriately behind the soundstage and then have multiple adult sleepovers. It wasn't any of my business, of course, but they were cute together, and I did rather hope they'd end up a couple, and not just fuckbuddies.
So, I invited them over to my place for dinner.
I should have known it was a bad idea, particularly in light of the very interesting evening I'd spent with young Mr Quinto only weeks earlier. The looks they gave each other when I opened the door and welcomed them in disconcerted me a little. The look they exchanged when I mentioned that Susan was away for the weekend was even more - interesting, shall we say. Still, it wasn't until I turned to go and fetch the boys some wine from the kitchen, and felt Zachary's fingers close around my wrist, that I was absolutely sure they'd gotten the wrong end of the stick.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't want to indulge in an adult sleepover with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto. If I'm honest, the idea has crossed my mind. But I'd never been serious about it, and I certainly hadn't invited them here with the intention of seducing them. I opened my mouth to say something to this effect when Zachary said, "Leave the wine for now, Leonard. Chris and I would like to - um." He paused. I raised an eyebrow.
"We'd like to give you a small token of our respect and appreciation for you, sir," Chris finished for him, smooth as anything. That boy is sharp as a tack, and just as brassy, when he wants to be, and I swear to God he was going to wink at me, but thought better of it at the last moment. I caught the twitch in his cheek, and smiled.
The intention was unmistakeable, really. I've lived long enough to know when I'm being seduced. I did wonder, though, whether either of them knew what exactly they were getting themselves into.
*****
As it transpired, I had to grudgingly admit that they did - they at least knew what to get me into, which is to say, a chair, to save on embarrassment should my legs decide to give out in the middle of something exciting. They moved together effortlessly, with the sort of fluid co-operation it takes most married couples years to achieve. Susan and I move together like that, I know. Hell, Bill and I do it: forty-three years of knowing someone makes for that kind of thing, when you're close friends. But these boys had only known each other a year or so, and they'd only been together, by my reckoning, less than a week, and yet they had it off perfectly already, this symbiosis of movement and speech, glances and touches.
"Leonard," Chris said, with just a bit of nervousness detectible under the bravado, "If you have no objections, I'd really love to go down on you."
I looked at him. Hell, it's not every day you hear something like that from one of Hollywood's rising young stars, especially not at my age, and I wanted to savor the moment. So I just looked at him with a lazy little smile until he started to look uncomfortable, and then I said: "Christopher - I'd be honoured."
It was almost sweet, the way his whole face relaxed, as if he'd been holding it tense while he waited for my response. "Oh, good," he said, on an exhaled breath. And then he dropped to his knees in front of the chair, and opened my pants.
****
I was about to go down on Leonard Nimoy.
Leonard Nimoy. That was basically all I could think as I knelt there on his living room carpet, watching his dick harden: I'm about to go down on Leonard Nimoy.
I mean. Wow.
I didn't even believe Zach at first, when he told me about their (he always puts it in inverted finger-commas) "date". But he swore Scout's honor, and various other dumb things, and eventually he had me pretty much convinced. I don't think I believed him entirely, though, until we got this invitation from Leonard.
Zach said, "He knows, man. Ohoho, he knows." And he grinned at me and winked. "Fancy a taste of the big man?"
"Zach," I told him,a little primly, "I really don't think that's what he meant."
Zach shrugged. "Least we can do, isn't it, though? Whether he meant it or not - and, yeah, okay, he probably didn't - I bet you anything he won't say no." His grin got even wickeder than before, if that were even possible. "We could double-team him."
And so it came to be that I was kneeling on the floor at Leonard Nimoy's feet, staring at his cock and trying to work up the courage to take it into my mouth, hoping against hope that I wouldn't fuck it up and vaguely wondering how many famous mouths had been where I was - well -
...shit, I am not going to make a 'boldly going' joke, I swear to God. Anyway.
So, I was kneeling between his knees, right? And staring at his cock, trying to screw my courage to the sticking place, when I felt his hand on the back of my head. He has beautiful hands, long-fingered, illegally gorgeous things, and that was really all I needed to slip my lips around the head of him and suck. He sucked in a gasp of air when I did it, this deep fierce little pulling sound, and that encouraged me, so I pressed my tongue to the slit where he was leaking, and he bucked up a little into my mouth.
"Mmmm," he breathed, rubbing circles against my scalp with his beautiful fingers. "That's it, Chris."
Hell, it was hot. I was throbbing already and I'd only just gotten going. I braced myself with my hands on his knees and tongued him, sucking him now gently, now a little harder; and then he thrust up hard against the roof of my mouth without warning and I almost pulled away -
- and then I felt Zach's fingers creeping up my spine, gripping my arms, stroking my hair. Holding me there.
I had a stupid thought about being all wrapped up in Spocks, and tried very hard to smother a laugh. I think I succeeded. At any rate, it took my mind off the gag reflex, and I slid my mouth wetly all the way up to the tip of Leonard's cock, tonguing him gently, gently, gently; feeling him writhe.
*****
God, it was hot.
I fantasised about Chris for a long, long time before I finally got to touch him. I fantasised about Leonard for almost as long, although maybe less frequently. Seeing them like this, though, with Leonard's dick in Chris's mouth, Leonard's head tipped back open-mouthed against the back of the chair, that flush across Chris's cheekbones -
Fuck me, but I was more turned on than I could ever remember being in my life.
I shifted around from behind Chris, walking on my knees until I was leaning against Leonard's. It can be kind of difficult, working the logistics of double-teaming a blowjob, but Leonard's not exactly lacking in the trouser department, which seriously helps, and while Chris's pretty mouth was doing a damn good job as it was, leaving slick trails of saliva all over the top few inches of Leonard's cock, there was a helluva lot further down that wasn't being attended to. And I knew just what to do about that.
I'd told Chris beforehand that I meant to do this, but I really think he'd forgotten, because he jerked when he felt me slip an arm around his waist and press my tongue to the underside of Leonard's cock. Our faces were right up close to each other now, of course, and my hair was brushing his jaw. I rubbed little circles at the small of his back to calm him down a bit, and started to lap at the base of the shaft, deft little licks the way Chris likes it.
One of the things I like best about giving head is the noises the guy makes. I'd found Leonard to be no exception to this rule the other night, and on this particular occasion he was even more vocal. It seemed that the amount of noise he made was pretty much proportional to the amount of his cock currently being licked, which I guess made perfect sense. He was twitching underneath us, one hand on the back of Chris's head. When I dipped a bit lower to lick at his balls, I felt his other hand come up and twist into my hair. He'd obviously reached the stage where he was having trouble knowing how hard would be too hard, but I can't say I cared too much right then, as I sucked at his balls and trailed my mouth up his shaft until it met Chris's, tongue briefly flicking out to meet his where it curled around the head of Leonard's cock before descending again.
I think we were both moaning by that point, Chris and I. Leonard was beyond moaning; he was melting, and it was fucking hot as hell. I felt it vibrating all the way down Leonard and against my own mouth when Chris started to hum something, just to force him over that last edge and into the big finish, and then it was happening. Leonard let out a short, sharp noise like nothing on earth, and I goddamn nearly came in my pants at the sound of it, and then he was shooting, into Chris's mouth, little rivulets of it sliding down the side of his cock and onto my upper lip.
And that was - something.
****
I'll say one thing for these young guys. They may not be able to steer, but they can sure as hell give amazing head.
I mean, I knew Zachary was good at it. I found that out the other week, after I took him out for escargots. But Chris is quite something himself, too, particularly when he's looking up at me from between my knees, with a great big grin and a healthy amount of my ejaculate on his face. That was certainly a sight for aged eyes like mine.
God only knows why they wanted to do this. I certainly had no idea. But they both looked so goddamned pleased with themselves, like two smug cats who'd gotten their cream, and that made me warm from the inside out, I gotta tell you. I smiled back at both of them, struggling for coherency.
"That was..." I began, and shook my head to clear it when I realised the sentence just wasn't happening. "Well, boys - that was, anyway." I paused (for effect. Okay, I admit it). "That was excellent."
If anything, their grins broadened as they sat back. I buttoned my pants and attempted to regain my sense of space and time.
"Okay," Zachary announced suddenly, "Wine time now?"
I laughed a little. "You boys don't want to - " I made a little gesture in mid-air, which I hoped made my point quite clear. They both looked at each other and grinned.
"Wine first," Chris said, "Show later. If you're up for it?"
I laughed more at that, laughed and laughed and struggled to my feet to help Zachary with glasses and the like. "I am," I declared, "most definitely, well and truly up for it, young Mr Pine. Now - " I made motions in the direction of the kitchen, "do you prefer red, or white?"
fin
Well, I feel dirty now. *facepalm* Don't kill me.
And now, back to the various and incredibly awesome Shatnoy prompts people were kind enough to give me in my 'what to write' thread.