FIC: "The Window"
Title: The Window
Author: orphica
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: D/S, bondage, humiliation
Summary: My answer to the Pinto kink meme prompt - Zach feels like doing something a bit extreme. This ends up leading to sex with Chris pressed naked against a window.
Word Count: 2,300
Author's Note: I'm de-anon'ing to post this after the wonderful umbrellas_can has beta'ed it for me. Now features a bit of bondage not in the original anon posting, if that floats your boat. :)
"Strip." The command is said softly, and the rumble of Zach's deep voice makes him feel warm.
Chris glances at the floor-to-ceiling window in Zach's tenth floor Manhattan apartment. It's full daylight outside, and the curtains are wide open. "Are you going to close the curtains?" There are many other windows from other buildings visible, and the thought of anyone else seeing him strip makes him nervous. His hands don't make a move toward his clothes.
Zach raises an eyebrow. That's all he has to do, and Chris immediately flushes. Zach hates his orders being questioned. Though, he loves to dole out punishment. At this moment, however, Chris can tell that Zach is looking at him to perfectly obey.
Chris pulls off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor. He does the same with his pants, purposely keeping his back to the window. He doesn't move to fold or put away his clothes. Zach likes to look at him like this, standing in a puddle of his own clothes. And Chris likes it when he looks at him like that, his clothing so close yet doing nothing to cover him, humiliating him and turning him on like little else.
"You're backlit," Zach says. "Turn around."
Swallowing hard, Chris turns slowly to face the direction of the window. He licks his lips nervously, eyeing the glass that hides nothing. It's meticulously clean, as is the rest of the apartment.
Zach walks around him to face him, his gaze passing up and down over Chris' body repeatedly, appraisingly. Normally just this would have Chris hard and aching already, but there could be cameras in any of the other buildings that might have a view into Zach's apartment.
Chris licks his lips again, unable to keep his eyes from trying to find anyone that might be watching them.
"You're anxious, aren't you?" Zach observes. He lifts a hand and places it on Chris' cheek.
He automatically leans into the touch and sighs when Zach smoothes the hand over his hair. He knows he could say the word and Zach would close the curtains. They'd do something else if he used his word. It was tempting, to get rid of the risk. But Zach is still speaking to him:
"Anyone could be watching us, couldn't they? New York neighbors are so nosy. But they'd just see you. You're the only one without any clothes on."
Chris flushes again at the reminder of his nudity, a blush spreading down his chest. His cock starts to lift at Zach's voice and words.
Zach notices and runs a hand over his chest, petting him. "But it doesn't seem fair to keep you to myself, does it? That I should be the only one to see your body? It would be so selfish, wouldn't it?"
Chris starts to lean forward, wanting to be closer to that voice, the voice that is so deep and quiet, that lulls him and arouses him. Zach stops him with a firm hand on his chest, and circles behind him. He starts petting him again, everywhere his hands can reach, cupping his balls and giving a few strokes to his half-hard cock.
The touches make him shiver, make his stomach clench in anticipation. He doesn't know if Zach's touch will stay soft. He could pinch or scratch or slap him at any moment.
But Zach doesn't do any of those things. He just presses against Chris' back, the denim of his jeans rubbing against his ass. And before Chris realizes exactly what's happening, they're no longer in the middle of the room. They're right in front of the window now. The window that's not open, but might as well be.
And anyone, anyone in the building across could look right in and see Zach fondling Chris’ most private bits. And when Zach's hands move elsewhere on his body, anyone could see his erection, standing up straight, completely conspicuous.
"Stay there," Zach commands, abandoning him so that he alone is at the window. Chris would turn his head to see where he went, but the view outside is mesmerizing. People walk on the street below, and he wonders if any of them look up, if they'd notice him. If they could make out his nudity from that far away
He senses Zach's presence behind him again. His wrists are pulled together behind his back and then tied with soft, thin rope. Zach rubs his hands down his arms, as if admiring them in their new position. Slippery fingers part his cheeks, rub against his hole. Oh, god, Zach's going to fuck him in front of all of New York. Zach, who is normally so private about who he sleeps with, is going to do him right here where anyone could see.
Chris jumps as fingers press on his prostate. The involuntary movement bumps him up against the window, and Zach follows him, his whole body keeping Chris from moving back.
The glass is cold. Zach reaches around and grabs his cock, lifting it up against his stomach before leaning his weight on Chris again, pressing him so close that Chris has to turn his head to keep his nose from getting smashed. And Chris can't do anything about it, with his hands bound behind his back. He can't brace himself and has no leverage to push himself off. There's barely an inch of the front of his body that isn't right up against the window.
Chris knows better than to complain.
"How does the glass feel against your cock?" Zach asks him. Chris can only make a whimper. "Are you leaking yet? I hope you're not getting my window dirty. I just had it cleaned, you know."
"S'not m' fault," Chris says, mumbling because he can't move half his mouth.
"Oh, it's not?" Zach asks, a mocking disbelief in his tone.
His whimper turns into two and then three as Zach finds his prostate again. His cock lets out a squirt of precome against the glass. "You.. you know this... that... what you're doing... you know that always makes me leak."
Zach mouths his earlobe before whispering, "Are you saying it's my fault that my window is getting dirty?"
It's true, but Chris knows 'yes' isn't the correct answer. "I... I'm sorry."
Zach steps back, pulling out his fingers abruptly. "Good guests always clean up after themselves, don't they, Chris?"
Free to move a bit, but not daring to move from the window entirely, Chris turns his head further and looks at Zach. "I... yes?"
"Go on then."
Chris knows what Zach wants him to do. It's not exactly the first time he's had to do it. But usually nobody else might be watching Zach make him lick up his own fluids.
He sighs and sinks to his knees, a bit awkwardly; his balance isn't quite right with his arms stretched behind.
"Just with the tip of your tongue, Chris. Get it all, though. Be precise."
The order makes him squirt fresh precome again, but he prays Zach doesn't notice. He doesn't want to lick the floor, too.
Chris cleans the window as he's instructed, then sits back on his heels, waiting for Zach to verify the job well done. Zach smiles down at him and strokes his hair. "I'm going to fuck you now. Right here." He tugs up lightly on some strands of hair. "As you were before."
Chris figures he means right up against the glass. He tries to adjust his erection before settling himself against the window, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. It's difficult without being able to use his hands, and Zach makes no move to indicate he's going to help him. It takes a moment of squirming before he's got his cock aligned right against the window, where it won't accidentally bend or something equally painful.
"Spread your legs."
He does, feeling completely and utterly on display for anyone.
"You think that's wide enough for me to fuck you?" Zach runs a hand up the inside of his thigh before tapping his fingers against it. "Wider."
Chris groans and stretches out even further. "Good," Zach murmurs approvingly.
Chris dimly hears Zach's zipper and the sound of lube before Zach's cock is pushed slowly, steadily, unrelentingly into his ass. Zach isn't even going to undress at all. Anyone looking would barely be able to see him, behind Chris.
"Should I take you slowly? Give everyone a chance to look at you?" Zach asks.
But Chris knows that even if he were to answer, it wouldn't matter. Zach will do whatever he's planned.
Zach starts thrusting harder, the motion rocking him against the glass. It shudders against the force of it. The glass feels strange against his cock. There's no give and any movement against it burns his cock a little and the unfamiliar sensation distracts from the pleasant fullness in his ass. Chris wonders again if anyone can see him spread-eagled and getting rather mercilessly fucked now.
He suddenly realizes he's so turned on that he would do anything to come. But the window is unforgiving and the position doesn't allow him to focus on coming, even if his cock was getting what it needed. And maybe Zach senses the change in him, that it's starting to border on being too much to bear, because Zach pulls out, spreads his asscheeks, and leaves just the tip of his cock against Chris' hole while he grunts through his orgasm. Chris moans at the feeling of the flood of wetness against his sensitive and stretched ass.
Zach leans his head against Chris' shoulder and pants. All Chris can do is wait patiently, all the while still smushed against the window. He tries not to squirm, desperate for any kind of friction.
When Zach finally steps back, he says, "Turn around."
Chris sighs with relief as he moves away, turning and looking at Zach eagerly, hoping he'll get to come now.
"Bend over. Show them your open hole with my come all over it."
Chris' eyes widen. "Zach..." he protests, against his better judgment.
But Zach just reaches out and tips his chin up with one finger and repeats, "Show. Them."
Chris chokes back a garbled noise, his entire body flushing with heat and humiliation. He doubts there's an inch of his skin that isn't red.
He takes and holds the position obediently, without further argument, until Zach says, "Would you like to come now?"
More than anything. "Yes," he blurts out quickly.
"Shall we have the city watch you?" It's an entirely rhetorical question, because Zach takes him by the shoulders, straightens him up, spins him around until his front is facing the window again, and starts jerking him off.
He's close to the glass again, and there's no way he's not going to get his come all over the window. He doesn't even know if he's allowed to come on the window, but he doesn't want to ask, doesn't want Zach to stop the expert flick of his wrist and the thumb hitting just the right spot beneath the head. And getting fucked against the window is one thing, but having everyone see him have an orgasm... he knows how silly he looks, because Zach makes him watch himself in the mirror sometimes.
Suddenly, as if his mind was read, a hand is cupped over his eyes. "There. Just pretend no one is watching you. Even if they are," Zach whispers. "Come for me. Just for me, even though someone might see."
It's always that voice that does it. Chris cries out and his hips start to jerk uncontrollably as he ejaculates against the glass. Zach holds him firmly with one arm, his other hand milking everything from him, shaking his cock so that every last drop gets flicked onto the window.
Chris' legs give out shortly after that, and he sinks to the floor. His face is next to his come, and he remembers what Zach said about being a good guest. He sticks out his tongue, ready to clean his mess, though eating come after an orgasm is one of his least favorite things.
But Zach gently places a hand over his mouth. "Leave it. Want everyone to see how much you came for me."
Chris blushes in embarrassment at the visual reminder staying there. "But...."
Zach shushes him and unties his wrists, his fingers stroking them gently before he says, "Go get cleaned up, then meet me in bed."
Chris can only nod and obey, walking unsteadily to the bathroom, wiping himself down under Zach's watchful eye.
And when he climbs into the bed, Zach immediately gathers him into a tight embrace, pulling the covers over them both. He's turned on the electric blankets, and Chris just sinks into to the warmth, letting it soak into his skin that's still cold from the chill of the window pane.
"That was so hot," Chris mumbles once he's squirmed and snuggled into just the right spot against Zach. It had been humiliating as hell, but that never failed to push all the right buttons.
Zach chuckles into his ear. "I take it I guessed correctly about any exhibitionist tendencies you may secretly harbor? You were so gorgeous, you don't even know."
Chris can only make a humming sound, content just nuzzle his cheek against Zach's soft chest hair. The sounds of the city fade, muffled by the blanket and Zach's heartbeat.
He falls asleep to Zach very lightly dragging his fingernails over his neck and wondering how he'll ever look at a large window without getting aroused ever again.
Author: orphica
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: D/S, bondage, humiliation
Summary: My answer to the Pinto kink meme prompt - Zach feels like doing something a bit extreme. This ends up leading to sex with Chris pressed naked against a window.
Word Count: 2,300
Author's Note: I'm de-anon'ing to post this after the wonderful umbrellas_can has beta'ed it for me. Now features a bit of bondage not in the original anon posting, if that floats your boat. :)
"Strip." The command is said softly, and the rumble of Zach's deep voice makes him feel warm.
Chris glances at the floor-to-ceiling window in Zach's tenth floor Manhattan apartment. It's full daylight outside, and the curtains are wide open. "Are you going to close the curtains?" There are many other windows from other buildings visible, and the thought of anyone else seeing him strip makes him nervous. His hands don't make a move toward his clothes.
Zach raises an eyebrow. That's all he has to do, and Chris immediately flushes. Zach hates his orders being questioned. Though, he loves to dole out punishment. At this moment, however, Chris can tell that Zach is looking at him to perfectly obey.
Chris pulls off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor. He does the same with his pants, purposely keeping his back to the window. He doesn't move to fold or put away his clothes. Zach likes to look at him like this, standing in a puddle of his own clothes. And Chris likes it when he looks at him like that, his clothing so close yet doing nothing to cover him, humiliating him and turning him on like little else.
"You're backlit," Zach says. "Turn around."
Swallowing hard, Chris turns slowly to face the direction of the window. He licks his lips nervously, eyeing the glass that hides nothing. It's meticulously clean, as is the rest of the apartment.
Zach walks around him to face him, his gaze passing up and down over Chris' body repeatedly, appraisingly. Normally just this would have Chris hard and aching already, but there could be cameras in any of the other buildings that might have a view into Zach's apartment.
Chris licks his lips again, unable to keep his eyes from trying to find anyone that might be watching them.
"You're anxious, aren't you?" Zach observes. He lifts a hand and places it on Chris' cheek.
He automatically leans into the touch and sighs when Zach smoothes the hand over his hair. He knows he could say the word and Zach would close the curtains. They'd do something else if he used his word. It was tempting, to get rid of the risk. But Zach is still speaking to him:
"Anyone could be watching us, couldn't they? New York neighbors are so nosy. But they'd just see you. You're the only one without any clothes on."
Chris flushes again at the reminder of his nudity, a blush spreading down his chest. His cock starts to lift at Zach's voice and words.
Zach notices and runs a hand over his chest, petting him. "But it doesn't seem fair to keep you to myself, does it? That I should be the only one to see your body? It would be so selfish, wouldn't it?"
Chris starts to lean forward, wanting to be closer to that voice, the voice that is so deep and quiet, that lulls him and arouses him. Zach stops him with a firm hand on his chest, and circles behind him. He starts petting him again, everywhere his hands can reach, cupping his balls and giving a few strokes to his half-hard cock.
The touches make him shiver, make his stomach clench in anticipation. He doesn't know if Zach's touch will stay soft. He could pinch or scratch or slap him at any moment.
But Zach doesn't do any of those things. He just presses against Chris' back, the denim of his jeans rubbing against his ass. And before Chris realizes exactly what's happening, they're no longer in the middle of the room. They're right in front of the window now. The window that's not open, but might as well be.
And anyone, anyone in the building across could look right in and see Zach fondling Chris’ most private bits. And when Zach's hands move elsewhere on his body, anyone could see his erection, standing up straight, completely conspicuous.
"Stay there," Zach commands, abandoning him so that he alone is at the window. Chris would turn his head to see where he went, but the view outside is mesmerizing. People walk on the street below, and he wonders if any of them look up, if they'd notice him. If they could make out his nudity from that far away
He senses Zach's presence behind him again. His wrists are pulled together behind his back and then tied with soft, thin rope. Zach rubs his hands down his arms, as if admiring them in their new position. Slippery fingers part his cheeks, rub against his hole. Oh, god, Zach's going to fuck him in front of all of New York. Zach, who is normally so private about who he sleeps with, is going to do him right here where anyone could see.
Chris jumps as fingers press on his prostate. The involuntary movement bumps him up against the window, and Zach follows him, his whole body keeping Chris from moving back.
The glass is cold. Zach reaches around and grabs his cock, lifting it up against his stomach before leaning his weight on Chris again, pressing him so close that Chris has to turn his head to keep his nose from getting smashed. And Chris can't do anything about it, with his hands bound behind his back. He can't brace himself and has no leverage to push himself off. There's barely an inch of the front of his body that isn't right up against the window.
Chris knows better than to complain.
"How does the glass feel against your cock?" Zach asks him. Chris can only make a whimper. "Are you leaking yet? I hope you're not getting my window dirty. I just had it cleaned, you know."
"S'not m' fault," Chris says, mumbling because he can't move half his mouth.
"Oh, it's not?" Zach asks, a mocking disbelief in his tone.
His whimper turns into two and then three as Zach finds his prostate again. His cock lets out a squirt of precome against the glass. "You.. you know this... that... what you're doing... you know that always makes me leak."
Zach mouths his earlobe before whispering, "Are you saying it's my fault that my window is getting dirty?"
It's true, but Chris knows 'yes' isn't the correct answer. "I... I'm sorry."
Zach steps back, pulling out his fingers abruptly. "Good guests always clean up after themselves, don't they, Chris?"
Free to move a bit, but not daring to move from the window entirely, Chris turns his head further and looks at Zach. "I... yes?"
"Go on then."
Chris knows what Zach wants him to do. It's not exactly the first time he's had to do it. But usually nobody else might be watching Zach make him lick up his own fluids.
He sighs and sinks to his knees, a bit awkwardly; his balance isn't quite right with his arms stretched behind.
"Just with the tip of your tongue, Chris. Get it all, though. Be precise."
The order makes him squirt fresh precome again, but he prays Zach doesn't notice. He doesn't want to lick the floor, too.
Chris cleans the window as he's instructed, then sits back on his heels, waiting for Zach to verify the job well done. Zach smiles down at him and strokes his hair. "I'm going to fuck you now. Right here." He tugs up lightly on some strands of hair. "As you were before."
Chris figures he means right up against the glass. He tries to adjust his erection before settling himself against the window, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. It's difficult without being able to use his hands, and Zach makes no move to indicate he's going to help him. It takes a moment of squirming before he's got his cock aligned right against the window, where it won't accidentally bend or something equally painful.
"Spread your legs."
He does, feeling completely and utterly on display for anyone.
"You think that's wide enough for me to fuck you?" Zach runs a hand up the inside of his thigh before tapping his fingers against it. "Wider."
Chris groans and stretches out even further. "Good," Zach murmurs approvingly.
Chris dimly hears Zach's zipper and the sound of lube before Zach's cock is pushed slowly, steadily, unrelentingly into his ass. Zach isn't even going to undress at all. Anyone looking would barely be able to see him, behind Chris.
"Should I take you slowly? Give everyone a chance to look at you?" Zach asks.
But Chris knows that even if he were to answer, it wouldn't matter. Zach will do whatever he's planned.
Zach starts thrusting harder, the motion rocking him against the glass. It shudders against the force of it. The glass feels strange against his cock. There's no give and any movement against it burns his cock a little and the unfamiliar sensation distracts from the pleasant fullness in his ass. Chris wonders again if anyone can see him spread-eagled and getting rather mercilessly fucked now.
He suddenly realizes he's so turned on that he would do anything to come. But the window is unforgiving and the position doesn't allow him to focus on coming, even if his cock was getting what it needed. And maybe Zach senses the change in him, that it's starting to border on being too much to bear, because Zach pulls out, spreads his asscheeks, and leaves just the tip of his cock against Chris' hole while he grunts through his orgasm. Chris moans at the feeling of the flood of wetness against his sensitive and stretched ass.
Zach leans his head against Chris' shoulder and pants. All Chris can do is wait patiently, all the while still smushed against the window. He tries not to squirm, desperate for any kind of friction.
When Zach finally steps back, he says, "Turn around."
Chris sighs with relief as he moves away, turning and looking at Zach eagerly, hoping he'll get to come now.
"Bend over. Show them your open hole with my come all over it."
Chris' eyes widen. "Zach..." he protests, against his better judgment.
But Zach just reaches out and tips his chin up with one finger and repeats, "Show. Them."
Chris chokes back a garbled noise, his entire body flushing with heat and humiliation. He doubts there's an inch of his skin that isn't red.
He takes and holds the position obediently, without further argument, until Zach says, "Would you like to come now?"
More than anything. "Yes," he blurts out quickly.
"Shall we have the city watch you?" It's an entirely rhetorical question, because Zach takes him by the shoulders, straightens him up, spins him around until his front is facing the window again, and starts jerking him off.
He's close to the glass again, and there's no way he's not going to get his come all over the window. He doesn't even know if he's allowed to come on the window, but he doesn't want to ask, doesn't want Zach to stop the expert flick of his wrist and the thumb hitting just the right spot beneath the head. And getting fucked against the window is one thing, but having everyone see him have an orgasm... he knows how silly he looks, because Zach makes him watch himself in the mirror sometimes.
Suddenly, as if his mind was read, a hand is cupped over his eyes. "There. Just pretend no one is watching you. Even if they are," Zach whispers. "Come for me. Just for me, even though someone might see."
It's always that voice that does it. Chris cries out and his hips start to jerk uncontrollably as he ejaculates against the glass. Zach holds him firmly with one arm, his other hand milking everything from him, shaking his cock so that every last drop gets flicked onto the window.
Chris' legs give out shortly after that, and he sinks to the floor. His face is next to his come, and he remembers what Zach said about being a good guest. He sticks out his tongue, ready to clean his mess, though eating come after an orgasm is one of his least favorite things.
But Zach gently places a hand over his mouth. "Leave it. Want everyone to see how much you came for me."
Chris blushes in embarrassment at the visual reminder staying there. "But...."
Zach shushes him and unties his wrists, his fingers stroking them gently before he says, "Go get cleaned up, then meet me in bed."
Chris can only nod and obey, walking unsteadily to the bathroom, wiping himself down under Zach's watchful eye.
And when he climbs into the bed, Zach immediately gathers him into a tight embrace, pulling the covers over them both. He's turned on the electric blankets, and Chris just sinks into to the warmth, letting it soak into his skin that's still cold from the chill of the window pane.
"That was so hot," Chris mumbles once he's squirmed and snuggled into just the right spot against Zach. It had been humiliating as hell, but that never failed to push all the right buttons.
Zach chuckles into his ear. "I take it I guessed correctly about any exhibitionist tendencies you may secretly harbor? You were so gorgeous, you don't even know."
Chris can only make a humming sound, content just nuzzle his cheek against Zach's soft chest hair. The sounds of the city fade, muffled by the blanket and Zach's heartbeat.
He falls asleep to Zach very lightly dragging his fingernails over his neck and wondering how he'll ever look at a large window without getting aroused ever again.