FIC: "Heels"
Title: Heels
Author: orphica
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Enticements: Cross-dressing, shoe fetish, rough sex, masturbation
Summary: I saw this and this and a fic about Chris Pine having a shoe fetish is sure to follow. Zach indulges him.
Word Count: 4,500
He licked his hand before reaching for his cock, not that he really needed to; he was already leaking enough pre-come to make things easy.
Chris tapped a link on the iPad he'd borrowed from Zach-- just one of the perks of living in the same house with him now. The picture-- one of his all-time favorites, filled the rectangular screen. He let out a sigh of appreciation at the sight, his grip automatically tightening on his cock.
It'd been a stressful day, and with the amplification of his arousal from his chosen visual aid, Chris didn't feel like drawing things out. His hand moved at a swift pace, his mouth dropping open in pleasure while his eyes stayed fixated on the screen. Yeah, he was close, and it was all he could do to keep the iPad propped up; the hand holding it started shaking as the tension built in his body.
"Must be some good porn."
Startled, Chris let go of his cock and immediately dropped the iPad face down. He glanced up to see Zach leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk upturning his round mouth.
"Shit, Zach! It's not nice to sneak up on someone like that."
The smirk grew bigger. "I didn't sneak, you were just really... focused."
Chris frowned. Didn't change the fact that he had given him a heart attack. "Yeah, well. Still."
"So, what were you looking at?" Zach's tone was equally teasing and curious.
He felt his face and chest begin to flush with heat. If it had been anything else, he'd have shown him, maybe suggest they watch the rest together while getting each other off. Except... he hadn't ever shown Zach his favorite masturbatory material. And he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to, either. "Nothing," he finally answered.
Zach raised an eyebrow. "Nothing, huh?" He started toward the bed, and Chris instinctively grabbed the iPad and hugged it to his chest.
Zach laughed. "Really, Pine? It's that devious?"
"No!" Chris responded defensively. "It's just... private."
"Private, hmm? And why, pray tell, would you be looking at something so private on my iPad? You know I'll be pissed if you clear the history on my Safari."
Yeah. He'd thought of that already. "That's why I downloaded the Opera app," Chris mumbled.
Zach narrowed his eyes. "I don't know what's more irritating, the fact that you installed an app without asking me or that you just won't show me what porn you're looking at. I'm pretty sure anything you'd be looking at isn't something I haven't seen before."
"It's not porn."
Zach snorted. "You're really going to try and convince me you don't jerk off to porn like every other guy in the world?"
"'Course I do, it's just...." Chris suddenly realized the truth wasn't going to do him any favors. "You know what, fine... I was looking at porn and I'm sorry I used your iPad and I'm sorry I put an app on it and I'll just delete it and--"
He didn't get to finish because Zach suddenly jumped him, making a move for the iPad.
"Zach! Stop!" he screeched, struggling to keep his hold on it. They wrestled for a bit, and while ordinarily this could turn into some really awesome foreplay, he was embarrassed enough that he had to win, he couldn't let go, couldn't let go....
And then Zach tickled him, the exact spot just below his ribcage where he was most ticklish. He lost his grip on the cursed device and before he could try and get it back, Zach had already pulled up the page.
Chris tugged the corner of the duvet over his lap, feeling suddenly very exposed, even though his erection was long gone. He licked his lips nervously, waiting for Zach's reaction.
Zach just raised an eyebrow. "Shoes? You were jerking off to shoes?"
"Not just shoes!" Chris answered indignantly, his face as well and truly red now as the bottom of the high heels in the pictures. "They're Louboutin heels!"
Zach rolled his eyes. "I know what they are."
Chris wanted to curl up into the pillow and die. "Well, show some respect."
Zach only grinned. "So. You have a shoe fetish?"
"No." He wasn't lying. He just really thought women looked hot in heels. The pictures hadn't been just of shoes, they'd been of women wearing the shoes. Well, mostly. He couldn't help it if his favorite page had some detail shots.
"No? I think there's some pretty convincing evidence to the contrary here, Pine."
"It's not... fetish isn't the right word! I don't like... need them to perform or anything." Chris glared at him, not liking the way Zach's face showed he was clearly unconvinced. "They're just... really hot," he finished sheepishly.
"Sounds kinda like a fetish to me." Zach grinned again and looked at the screen. "So, is it like... this woman in the shoes or the shoes themselves? As in, would you be aroused just at looking at the shoes themselves or is it the way the person looks in them?"
"Why?" Chris asked miserably. This was the last time he was ever jerking off in their bedroom without locking the door first. He didn't usually mind if Zach interrupted him, welcomed it even... but he hadn't indulged in the spring 2009 collection since they'd moved in together either.
"Because", Zach drew out, "maybe you might be able to persuade me to wear some for you."
Chris' eyes widened. "What?" he squeaked.
Zach cocked his head, studying him. "Unless that wouldn't be your thing. If you just like them on women. Or maybe just in pictures?"
"Uhh." He was speechless, well and truly speechless. Zach had never given any indication he'd be into any form of cross-dressing, but here he was, offering to wear high-heeled women's Louboutins for him.
Zach shrugged. "Just let me know." He tossed the iPad back on the bed and turned as if to leave.
"Wait!" Chris blurted out. "Wait... I... would you... would you really?" He still couldn't quite believe that his boyfriend wasn't playing some cruel joke on him.
Zach smiled a gentle smile. "Sure, why not?"
Chris licked his lips again. "What would... what could we do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do? What do you fantasize about when you look at them?"
"Can I fuck you in them?"
Zach laughed. "I think that can be arranged."
Chris couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.
"So, that's it? That's all you want to do?"
His brain hadn't quite got that far, yet. Truth be told, his fantasies had usually revolved around beautiful ladies wearing the shoes, and he'd certainly in the past asked girlfriends to keep their heels on while he fucked them, and most didn't consider it anything that unusual. But Zach wasn't a woman. Obviously.
"I... I think so?"
Zach chuckled. "You really shouldn't be so embarrassed about this. Your fantasies are pretty damn tame, you know that? I thought you might want me to come all over the shoe and I'd make you lick them clean or something, or maybe you'd rub off against the heel while I was wearing them? Would you like that, if I got the toe just under that spot beneath the head of your cock?"
Chris realized his was holding his breath and he'd become fully erect again. "Umm. That... that sounds really hot. But maybe, for this time, I can just fuck you and we could try those things later? I mean, if you'd even want to do it again, I don't know...."
Zach chuckled again, but the tone of it was soft and reassuring. "I'm sure I will, if it means I get to keep seeing you with that look in your eyes."
Chris blinked. "I have a look?"
"Mm. Yeah. You should see yourself." Zach crawled onto the bed. "It's rather irresistible, actually. And since I did interrupt you...."
Zach pulled the duvet off his lap, and a moment later that perfect pout was over his cock. Chris imagined him wearing heels the entire time until he was coming hard in Zach's mouth.
***
A week later, Chris hadn't been able to get the thought of Zach wearing high heels out of his mind. He'd imagined it every time they'd fucked, and he got off to it anytime he'd been alone since.
Except, he hadn't quite gotten up the courage to actually buy any shoes. He hated going shopping to begin with, and he certainly didn't need the paparazzi getting shots of him buying women's shoes. He'd browsed some online stores, but he didn't know how they'd fit Zach, what size to get and he was too embarrassed to ask.
Luckily, however, it turned out that Chris had the best and most understanding boyfriend in the world, because one night, after a photoshoot, Zach came home with a box in his arms.
"What's that?" Chris asked after kissing him hello, already suspecting he knew, already getting a hopeful hard-on.
"It just so happens that the stylist at the shoot didn't mind if I borrowed something."
Chris' pants were suddenly very, very uncomfortable.
"Would you like to open the box?" Zach asked, his voice sultry with a hint of teasing.
Chris lifted the lid. Inside were a pair that looked pretty damn close, if not the exact kind, that he'd been looking at on the website. He sucked in a breath. "I can't believe you got these. What did you say to the stylist?"
"I said, 'Hi, would you mind if I borrowed these shoes? They look like a pair that someone I know has been dying to wear.'"
He seriously didn't know how Zach could be so comfortable with himself, never caring what anyone else might think. But that was part of the reason why he liked being around him, liked being with him so much. "I love you, you know that?" Chris told him.
Zach just smirked. "And I love you. But not enough to shave my legs, before you go getting any ideas."
Chris laughed. "I hadn't thought of that, but now that you mention it...."
"I already said no," Zach replied, but he was grinning. He glanced down at Chris' crotch. "I take it you'd like me to try them on now?"
"Please," was all Chris could get out, his mouth going dry at the realization that this was really, actually going to happen.
"You want to put them on me?" Zach asked, his tone decidedly seductive.
Did he? That could be hot, but he'd been thinking about sitting in the chair in the corner and watching Zach. He'd been thinking about that a lot. "Maybe sometime. But--"
"You want to watch," Zach interrupted, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.
Chris went straight for the living room chair, assuming Zach would follow. His palms settled over the armrests once he was seated, fingers gripping the edge with nervous energy, a mixture of anticipation and arousal. His erection pressed insistently against his jeans, but Chris was too focused on Zach's movements to have the mental capacity to unzip.
Zach had indeed followed him. He sat on the couch opposite the chair and slipped off the shoes he was wearing, wiggling his toes on the rug briefly before reaching for the box he'd set beside him.
"You like these?" Zach asked him, holding up one of the heels after he'd lifted it out of the box as if it were made of glass. He had clearly picked up on Chris' reverence for them.
He could only nod.
And then, Zach slid his toes into the shoe, grasping the back before wiggling the heel of his foot inside. Chris really didn't know why he found that such a turn on, but it was. When Zach had done the same with the other heel, and stood, Chris couldn't help but groan and immediately felt embarrassed for it.
But Zach, to his credit, didn't laugh or smirk at him. He just lifted one leg, balancing delicately and solidly on his other foot, and adjusted the bottom of his skinny jeans so that they didn't cover the back of the heel.
"What would you like now, Chris?"
In his fantasies that he'd played over and over in the past week, Chris' mind had usually jumped straight from seeing Zach in the high heels to fucking him. But he wanted this to last, wanted to remember every last second, just in case Zach never agreed to this again. "Umm. Maybe just walk around a little?"
"I think I can do that." Zach tilted his head at him. "I hope it doesn't ruin things for you if I stumble, though. I haven't worn heels before."
"No, god, Zach, you're perfect. It's fine."
He got a smile for that, and a glint in his eye that said he was going to remind Chris he'd said that the next time they bickered about something. It was worth it, though, to see that first tentative step. But Zach's yoga and practiced center of a balance must have helped, because it only took one trip around before he was moving confidently, his slow stride clearly to tease him versus being tentative.
And when Zach had completed another turn around the room, stood straight in front of him and took off his shirt, Chris let go of his grip on the chair and pressed his hand against his cock, his hips unconsciously pushing upward.
The sight Zach made was unbelievable. The scruff on his face, the dark hair on his chest, the way the line of his hips and stomach dipped into his low jeans, it was all undeniably masculine. But his thin, long legs, looking even longer with the heels, god, those gorgeous heels... there was a hint of femininity there, and the contrast drove Chris crazy. He'd never thought about cross-dressing, or particularly cared to see others do it, but this... there was something about this. The front of his jeans grew damp with the inevitable squirt of pre-come, all just from looking, and he realized he'd been rubbing himself firmly through his jeans.
"I need to fuck you," he blurted out, his arousal quickly displacing any shame or embarrassment he'd been feeling. Zach topped most of the time, but they changed things up often enough, whenever Chris got the urge to really use his dick, wanted to thrust into someone. And now, now that urge was overwhelming, like he hadn't felt in awhile.
Zach took a few steps toward him, offering a hand to him. He was able to help Chris upward, despite the heels, and began, miraculously, walking backward, tugging Chris forward with every step. Chris swallowed hard and licked his lips, allowing himself to be led into the bedroom, his gaze darting back and forth between Zach's feet and the seductive look in his eyes. Every step made the most delicious sound against the hardwood floor.
As soon as Zach had dropped his hands once they were in the bedroom, Chris wasted no time, immediately and clumsily stripping out of his clothes while he watched Zach toe out of the Louboutins, shimmy out of the skinny jeans, and quickly slip his feet back into his shoes.
"I knew you couldn't've been wearing underwear," Chris growled, not even letting Zach put his second foot on the floor before he'd tackled him onto the bed, shoving his body between Zach's legs, covering him and smashing his mouth against his in a rough, long, hurried kiss. Zach's legs came up and wrapped around his hip, his thigh, the heels of the Louboutins digging almost painfully into his skin, but the reminder of what Zach had on his feet, even when he couldn't see them, made the sensation utterly fantastic.
"Zach," he panted, adjusting his hips so that he was rutting against Zach's perineum, the head of his cock gliding down across his hole.
Zach moaned at that, but then pinched his side, hard, and said, "Hold on, Pine, it's been over a week since you topped, there's no way you're fucking me without a little prep first."
The pain from the pinch brought him back enough to stop grinding against Zach. He rested his forehead against Zach's, taking a few breaths before muttering, "Yeah. Yeah, sorry."
"It's okay," Zach said, tilting his chin up and kissing him. "It's hot seeing you so fired up like this."
Chris flushed at that, the small reminder of the effect the whole strange scenario was having on him was embarrassing.
"It makes me hot," Zach emphasized, running his hands down his arms. The words reassured Chris, that however weird or embarrassing he might find his... fetish... Zach was enjoying himself, too.
"Now get the lube already."
They untangled themselves so Chris could reach across the bed to the nightstand drawer. He settled on his haunches behind Zach, who had pulled his legs up and then, oh god, rested his high heeled feet against Chris' chest.
Chris took a deep breath, his cock jumping at that. "Zach, if you want prep, you can't do stuff like that."
Zach smiled mischievously. "You like that, hmm?"
He didn't answer, just squeezed a generous amount of lube straight from the tube onto Zach's hole, not even first warmed up in his hands, as revenge. Zach hissed at the cold, his feet pressing into Chris' chest.
Chris moaned, praying that he wouldn't suddenly come before even making it inside Zach. He slid a finger in him, trying to go slow, trying to read Zach's body language to know when he'd be ready for more, but it was difficult, oh so difficult, given that all he could focus on was the sensation of the shoes against his skin. Fortunately, Zach seemed nearly as eager as he was, and relaxed enough, that soon Zach murmured, "All right, Chris, I can't take the torture on your face anymore from making you wait."
His body and his vocal cords clearly were at odds, because Chris wanted to ask if he was sure but what ended up happening instead was his hands grabbing Zach's ankles and hiking them up onto his shoulders as he moved forward, taking a hand off Zach's leg just long enough to line himself up before pushing in.
He didn't mean to go as fast as he did, but it felt so incredible, so hot, so tight, he couldn't stop himself until he was balls deep. Zach's hand immediately darted out and squeezed his upper thigh, holding him firm. Chris got the message, that it was too quick, that Zach needed a second. He looked apologetically into Zach's eyes, actually fucking trembling with the effort to stay still until he got a signal from Zach it was okay. He decided to focus on the Louboutins on his shoulders, turned his head into one of them and rested his cheek against it, concentrating on the feeling of the cool leather feeling so good against his hot skin, that new-shoe smell mixed with the scent of Zach's ankle. And while that certainly took his mind off his cock, it only heightened his arousal and the unconscious need to thrust.
Zach's grip on his thigh relaxed until it was just resting there.
Chris started with a slow rhythm, he'd have to if he was going to last longer than a minute, pulling out only a little before pushing back in as deep as he could go. Zach whined, but it became obvious it was a good whine when he reached down for his own cock.
Struggling to maintain at least some semblance of reciprocation and to make up for his rushed entry, Chris asked, "You want me to jack you off?"
"Nah," Zach answered, deep and throaty. "I got this, you just enjoy yourself."
Chris groaned. He so owed Zach, like, a dozen blowjobs for this. It was so good, so so good. He started going faster, watching as Zach's hand abandoned his cock to fist a handful of the sheets.
Normally he liked to study Zach when he wasn't giving him a helping hand, liked to see and learn how Zach pleasured himself. Liked to see the moment when Zach decided to tease himself and ignore his cock, pinching his own nipples or rub his hands over his chest and stomach instead, or just grabbing the sheets when Chris increased the pace or repeatedly hit his prostate. But Zach didn't come untouched, and Chris liked to predict when Zach couldn't take it anymore and would start to jerk off frantically.
Normally Chris loved all those things when he was on top. But tonight, all he could think about, all he wanted to take notice of was the heels, the press of them into his shoulder, the way the lines of the shoe felt beneath his fingertips as he caressed them, the way he imagined what the two of them fucking must look like, Zach's legs splayed in the air with the heels on his feet, and he suddenly wished they had a mirrored headboard so he could see exactly what that really looked like. Even the thought was enough to make him fuck faster, giving himself over to the inevitability of his orgasm, the futility of holding back any longer with all the mental and physical stimulus he'd had tonight.
So Chris caved, wrapping his arms around Zach's legs, practically pulling Zach up off the bed to meet his every thrust, pounding so hard that the slapping sound echoed across the room, that one of the heels actually fell off Zach's foot.
But Chris, racing toward what he knew was going to be an incredible orgasm, the pressure building so intensely he couldn't take it, didn't even care that the shoe tumbled all the way off the bed and onto the floor. "Ungh, Zach, I'm gonna--"
But his words were drowned out, because Zach was shouting as his hand worked frantically on his own cock, thick spurts shooting out. And the sight pushed Chris over the edge, the edge that had grown so high he'd wondered if he'd even ever come after all, releasing everything into Zach, the pleasure so, so forceful that Chris couldn't even make a noise, his mouth open in a silent scream as he finally doubled over when his stomach muscles contracted with the intensity of it all, using every last bit of willpower not to collapse on Zach and break one of his legs.
Zach was finally the one to push him off, chuckling softly and pushing his long bangs out of his eyes. "You should have seen yourself come. You're incredible."
"Fuck," was all Chris could manage, summoning enough energy to settle in against Zach. They rested together in the afterglow, happily ignoring the sweat cooling and come drying to stay in physical contact.
Eventually, Zach groaned and twisted out of his arms, stretching as he headed toward the bathroom. "Fuck, I'm sore already. I get to go at you hard next time, Pine."
"That's fair," Chris replied while yawning and rolling onto his stomach. He couldn’t remember being this blissed out in a long time. His cock still tingled, even, and he rubbed himself lightly against the mattress as he drifted off to sleep.
***
Chris woke before Zach the next morning. He was in a very, very charitable mood, so he began whipping up some huevos rancheros for breakfast, hoping Zach wouldn't wake up before he'd finished.
Zach was just sitting up and blinking, pushing back a truly out-of-control and utterly sexy case of bed hair as Chris carried the tray of food into the bedroom.
"Good morning," Chris greeted him, admittedly probably a little too cheerfully given how early it was compared to when they usually awoke.
Zach quirked an eyebrow slightly. "Who the hell are you and what happened to my boyfriend?" he asked in his gravely morning voice.
It was true, Chris wasn't exactly known for being a morning person, especially not before he'd had coffee. He got into bed and set the tray between them. "Your boyfriend," Chris said while stuffing half a tortilla into his mouth, "had one of the best orgasms of his life last night and is feeling pretty damn chipper."
"Not the best?" Zach asked, but grinned so Chris knew he wasn't actually offended.
"Probably almost as good as the first time you blew me," he replied seriously. Until that had happened, he'd only thought he knew what good technique felt like.
Zach snorted and dug into his plate. "Always the romantic," he said sarcastically.
"Hey, I just made you breakfast in bed! That's totally romantic."
Zach made a "true enough" face and they ate in silence for a few minutes before Chris said, "Seriously, last night was really great. I... just... I mean, thanks. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm glad it lived up to your expectations." Zach took a bite of eggs and swallowed before saying, "You know, you don't have to hide what turns you on. I'll probably try whatever, at least once."
Chris nodded. "And if... if there's anything you want to try. I mean, if there's something that is kinda..." He trailed off, hesitant to call his love for shoes weird, but....
"That's kind of freaky?"
Chris nodded again. "I could be up for it."
Zach grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'll make you up for it." Double entendre clear, the rest of breakfast was quickly forgotten. And what wasn't forgotten was Chris' promise to let Zach fuck him hard.
Authors Note: This was my first non-drabble length Pinto fic, so I hope you enjoyed!
Author: orphica
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Enticements: Cross-dressing, shoe fetish, rough sex, masturbation
Summary: I saw this and this and a fic about Chris Pine having a shoe fetish is sure to follow. Zach indulges him.
Word Count: 4,500
He licked his hand before reaching for his cock, not that he really needed to; he was already leaking enough pre-come to make things easy.
Chris tapped a link on the iPad he'd borrowed from Zach-- just one of the perks of living in the same house with him now. The picture-- one of his all-time favorites, filled the rectangular screen. He let out a sigh of appreciation at the sight, his grip automatically tightening on his cock.
It'd been a stressful day, and with the amplification of his arousal from his chosen visual aid, Chris didn't feel like drawing things out. His hand moved at a swift pace, his mouth dropping open in pleasure while his eyes stayed fixated on the screen. Yeah, he was close, and it was all he could do to keep the iPad propped up; the hand holding it started shaking as the tension built in his body.
"Must be some good porn."
Startled, Chris let go of his cock and immediately dropped the iPad face down. He glanced up to see Zach leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk upturning his round mouth.
"Shit, Zach! It's not nice to sneak up on someone like that."
The smirk grew bigger. "I didn't sneak, you were just really... focused."
Chris frowned. Didn't change the fact that he had given him a heart attack. "Yeah, well. Still."
"So, what were you looking at?" Zach's tone was equally teasing and curious.
He felt his face and chest begin to flush with heat. If it had been anything else, he'd have shown him, maybe suggest they watch the rest together while getting each other off. Except... he hadn't ever shown Zach his favorite masturbatory material. And he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to, either. "Nothing," he finally answered.
Zach raised an eyebrow. "Nothing, huh?" He started toward the bed, and Chris instinctively grabbed the iPad and hugged it to his chest.
Zach laughed. "Really, Pine? It's that devious?"
"No!" Chris responded defensively. "It's just... private."
"Private, hmm? And why, pray tell, would you be looking at something so private on my iPad? You know I'll be pissed if you clear the history on my Safari."
Yeah. He'd thought of that already. "That's why I downloaded the Opera app," Chris mumbled.
Zach narrowed his eyes. "I don't know what's more irritating, the fact that you installed an app without asking me or that you just won't show me what porn you're looking at. I'm pretty sure anything you'd be looking at isn't something I haven't seen before."
"It's not porn."
Zach snorted. "You're really going to try and convince me you don't jerk off to porn like every other guy in the world?"
"'Course I do, it's just...." Chris suddenly realized the truth wasn't going to do him any favors. "You know what, fine... I was looking at porn and I'm sorry I used your iPad and I'm sorry I put an app on it and I'll just delete it and--"
He didn't get to finish because Zach suddenly jumped him, making a move for the iPad.
"Zach! Stop!" he screeched, struggling to keep his hold on it. They wrestled for a bit, and while ordinarily this could turn into some really awesome foreplay, he was embarrassed enough that he had to win, he couldn't let go, couldn't let go....
And then Zach tickled him, the exact spot just below his ribcage where he was most ticklish. He lost his grip on the cursed device and before he could try and get it back, Zach had already pulled up the page.
Chris tugged the corner of the duvet over his lap, feeling suddenly very exposed, even though his erection was long gone. He licked his lips nervously, waiting for Zach's reaction.
Zach just raised an eyebrow. "Shoes? You were jerking off to shoes?"
"Not just shoes!" Chris answered indignantly, his face as well and truly red now as the bottom of the high heels in the pictures. "They're Louboutin heels!"
Zach rolled his eyes. "I know what they are."
Chris wanted to curl up into the pillow and die. "Well, show some respect."
Zach only grinned. "So. You have a shoe fetish?"
"No." He wasn't lying. He just really thought women looked hot in heels. The pictures hadn't been just of shoes, they'd been of women wearing the shoes. Well, mostly. He couldn't help it if his favorite page had some detail shots.
"No? I think there's some pretty convincing evidence to the contrary here, Pine."
"It's not... fetish isn't the right word! I don't like... need them to perform or anything." Chris glared at him, not liking the way Zach's face showed he was clearly unconvinced. "They're just... really hot," he finished sheepishly.
"Sounds kinda like a fetish to me." Zach grinned again and looked at the screen. "So, is it like... this woman in the shoes or the shoes themselves? As in, would you be aroused just at looking at the shoes themselves or is it the way the person looks in them?"
"Why?" Chris asked miserably. This was the last time he was ever jerking off in their bedroom without locking the door first. He didn't usually mind if Zach interrupted him, welcomed it even... but he hadn't indulged in the spring 2009 collection since they'd moved in together either.
"Because", Zach drew out, "maybe you might be able to persuade me to wear some for you."
Chris' eyes widened. "What?" he squeaked.
Zach cocked his head, studying him. "Unless that wouldn't be your thing. If you just like them on women. Or maybe just in pictures?"
"Uhh." He was speechless, well and truly speechless. Zach had never given any indication he'd be into any form of cross-dressing, but here he was, offering to wear high-heeled women's Louboutins for him.
Zach shrugged. "Just let me know." He tossed the iPad back on the bed and turned as if to leave.
"Wait!" Chris blurted out. "Wait... I... would you... would you really?" He still couldn't quite believe that his boyfriend wasn't playing some cruel joke on him.
Zach smiled a gentle smile. "Sure, why not?"
Chris licked his lips again. "What would... what could we do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do? What do you fantasize about when you look at them?"
"Can I fuck you in them?"
Zach laughed. "I think that can be arranged."
Chris couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.
"So, that's it? That's all you want to do?"
His brain hadn't quite got that far, yet. Truth be told, his fantasies had usually revolved around beautiful ladies wearing the shoes, and he'd certainly in the past asked girlfriends to keep their heels on while he fucked them, and most didn't consider it anything that unusual. But Zach wasn't a woman. Obviously.
"I... I think so?"
Zach chuckled. "You really shouldn't be so embarrassed about this. Your fantasies are pretty damn tame, you know that? I thought you might want me to come all over the shoe and I'd make you lick them clean or something, or maybe you'd rub off against the heel while I was wearing them? Would you like that, if I got the toe just under that spot beneath the head of your cock?"
Chris realized his was holding his breath and he'd become fully erect again. "Umm. That... that sounds really hot. But maybe, for this time, I can just fuck you and we could try those things later? I mean, if you'd even want to do it again, I don't know...."
Zach chuckled again, but the tone of it was soft and reassuring. "I'm sure I will, if it means I get to keep seeing you with that look in your eyes."
Chris blinked. "I have a look?"
"Mm. Yeah. You should see yourself." Zach crawled onto the bed. "It's rather irresistible, actually. And since I did interrupt you...."
Zach pulled the duvet off his lap, and a moment later that perfect pout was over his cock. Chris imagined him wearing heels the entire time until he was coming hard in Zach's mouth.
***
A week later, Chris hadn't been able to get the thought of Zach wearing high heels out of his mind. He'd imagined it every time they'd fucked, and he got off to it anytime he'd been alone since.
Except, he hadn't quite gotten up the courage to actually buy any shoes. He hated going shopping to begin with, and he certainly didn't need the paparazzi getting shots of him buying women's shoes. He'd browsed some online stores, but he didn't know how they'd fit Zach, what size to get and he was too embarrassed to ask.
Luckily, however, it turned out that Chris had the best and most understanding boyfriend in the world, because one night, after a photoshoot, Zach came home with a box in his arms.
"What's that?" Chris asked after kissing him hello, already suspecting he knew, already getting a hopeful hard-on.
"It just so happens that the stylist at the shoot didn't mind if I borrowed something."
Chris' pants were suddenly very, very uncomfortable.
"Would you like to open the box?" Zach asked, his voice sultry with a hint of teasing.
Chris lifted the lid. Inside were a pair that looked pretty damn close, if not the exact kind, that he'd been looking at on the website. He sucked in a breath. "I can't believe you got these. What did you say to the stylist?"
"I said, 'Hi, would you mind if I borrowed these shoes? They look like a pair that someone I know has been dying to wear.'"
He seriously didn't know how Zach could be so comfortable with himself, never caring what anyone else might think. But that was part of the reason why he liked being around him, liked being with him so much. "I love you, you know that?" Chris told him.
Zach just smirked. "And I love you. But not enough to shave my legs, before you go getting any ideas."
Chris laughed. "I hadn't thought of that, but now that you mention it...."
"I already said no," Zach replied, but he was grinning. He glanced down at Chris' crotch. "I take it you'd like me to try them on now?"
"Please," was all Chris could get out, his mouth going dry at the realization that this was really, actually going to happen.
"You want to put them on me?" Zach asked, his tone decidedly seductive.
Did he? That could be hot, but he'd been thinking about sitting in the chair in the corner and watching Zach. He'd been thinking about that a lot. "Maybe sometime. But--"
"You want to watch," Zach interrupted, the corner of his mouth quirking upward.
Chris went straight for the living room chair, assuming Zach would follow. His palms settled over the armrests once he was seated, fingers gripping the edge with nervous energy, a mixture of anticipation and arousal. His erection pressed insistently against his jeans, but Chris was too focused on Zach's movements to have the mental capacity to unzip.
Zach had indeed followed him. He sat on the couch opposite the chair and slipped off the shoes he was wearing, wiggling his toes on the rug briefly before reaching for the box he'd set beside him.
"You like these?" Zach asked him, holding up one of the heels after he'd lifted it out of the box as if it were made of glass. He had clearly picked up on Chris' reverence for them.
He could only nod.
And then, Zach slid his toes into the shoe, grasping the back before wiggling the heel of his foot inside. Chris really didn't know why he found that such a turn on, but it was. When Zach had done the same with the other heel, and stood, Chris couldn't help but groan and immediately felt embarrassed for it.
But Zach, to his credit, didn't laugh or smirk at him. He just lifted one leg, balancing delicately and solidly on his other foot, and adjusted the bottom of his skinny jeans so that they didn't cover the back of the heel.
"What would you like now, Chris?"
In his fantasies that he'd played over and over in the past week, Chris' mind had usually jumped straight from seeing Zach in the high heels to fucking him. But he wanted this to last, wanted to remember every last second, just in case Zach never agreed to this again. "Umm. Maybe just walk around a little?"
"I think I can do that." Zach tilted his head at him. "I hope it doesn't ruin things for you if I stumble, though. I haven't worn heels before."
"No, god, Zach, you're perfect. It's fine."
He got a smile for that, and a glint in his eye that said he was going to remind Chris he'd said that the next time they bickered about something. It was worth it, though, to see that first tentative step. But Zach's yoga and practiced center of a balance must have helped, because it only took one trip around before he was moving confidently, his slow stride clearly to tease him versus being tentative.
And when Zach had completed another turn around the room, stood straight in front of him and took off his shirt, Chris let go of his grip on the chair and pressed his hand against his cock, his hips unconsciously pushing upward.
The sight Zach made was unbelievable. The scruff on his face, the dark hair on his chest, the way the line of his hips and stomach dipped into his low jeans, it was all undeniably masculine. But his thin, long legs, looking even longer with the heels, god, those gorgeous heels... there was a hint of femininity there, and the contrast drove Chris crazy. He'd never thought about cross-dressing, or particularly cared to see others do it, but this... there was something about this. The front of his jeans grew damp with the inevitable squirt of pre-come, all just from looking, and he realized he'd been rubbing himself firmly through his jeans.
"I need to fuck you," he blurted out, his arousal quickly displacing any shame or embarrassment he'd been feeling. Zach topped most of the time, but they changed things up often enough, whenever Chris got the urge to really use his dick, wanted to thrust into someone. And now, now that urge was overwhelming, like he hadn't felt in awhile.
Zach took a few steps toward him, offering a hand to him. He was able to help Chris upward, despite the heels, and began, miraculously, walking backward, tugging Chris forward with every step. Chris swallowed hard and licked his lips, allowing himself to be led into the bedroom, his gaze darting back and forth between Zach's feet and the seductive look in his eyes. Every step made the most delicious sound against the hardwood floor.
As soon as Zach had dropped his hands once they were in the bedroom, Chris wasted no time, immediately and clumsily stripping out of his clothes while he watched Zach toe out of the Louboutins, shimmy out of the skinny jeans, and quickly slip his feet back into his shoes.
"I knew you couldn't've been wearing underwear," Chris growled, not even letting Zach put his second foot on the floor before he'd tackled him onto the bed, shoving his body between Zach's legs, covering him and smashing his mouth against his in a rough, long, hurried kiss. Zach's legs came up and wrapped around his hip, his thigh, the heels of the Louboutins digging almost painfully into his skin, but the reminder of what Zach had on his feet, even when he couldn't see them, made the sensation utterly fantastic.
"Zach," he panted, adjusting his hips so that he was rutting against Zach's perineum, the head of his cock gliding down across his hole.
Zach moaned at that, but then pinched his side, hard, and said, "Hold on, Pine, it's been over a week since you topped, there's no way you're fucking me without a little prep first."
The pain from the pinch brought him back enough to stop grinding against Zach. He rested his forehead against Zach's, taking a few breaths before muttering, "Yeah. Yeah, sorry."
"It's okay," Zach said, tilting his chin up and kissing him. "It's hot seeing you so fired up like this."
Chris flushed at that, the small reminder of the effect the whole strange scenario was having on him was embarrassing.
"It makes me hot," Zach emphasized, running his hands down his arms. The words reassured Chris, that however weird or embarrassing he might find his... fetish... Zach was enjoying himself, too.
"Now get the lube already."
They untangled themselves so Chris could reach across the bed to the nightstand drawer. He settled on his haunches behind Zach, who had pulled his legs up and then, oh god, rested his high heeled feet against Chris' chest.
Chris took a deep breath, his cock jumping at that. "Zach, if you want prep, you can't do stuff like that."
Zach smiled mischievously. "You like that, hmm?"
He didn't answer, just squeezed a generous amount of lube straight from the tube onto Zach's hole, not even first warmed up in his hands, as revenge. Zach hissed at the cold, his feet pressing into Chris' chest.
Chris moaned, praying that he wouldn't suddenly come before even making it inside Zach. He slid a finger in him, trying to go slow, trying to read Zach's body language to know when he'd be ready for more, but it was difficult, oh so difficult, given that all he could focus on was the sensation of the shoes against his skin. Fortunately, Zach seemed nearly as eager as he was, and relaxed enough, that soon Zach murmured, "All right, Chris, I can't take the torture on your face anymore from making you wait."
His body and his vocal cords clearly were at odds, because Chris wanted to ask if he was sure but what ended up happening instead was his hands grabbing Zach's ankles and hiking them up onto his shoulders as he moved forward, taking a hand off Zach's leg just long enough to line himself up before pushing in.
He didn't mean to go as fast as he did, but it felt so incredible, so hot, so tight, he couldn't stop himself until he was balls deep. Zach's hand immediately darted out and squeezed his upper thigh, holding him firm. Chris got the message, that it was too quick, that Zach needed a second. He looked apologetically into Zach's eyes, actually fucking trembling with the effort to stay still until he got a signal from Zach it was okay. He decided to focus on the Louboutins on his shoulders, turned his head into one of them and rested his cheek against it, concentrating on the feeling of the cool leather feeling so good against his hot skin, that new-shoe smell mixed with the scent of Zach's ankle. And while that certainly took his mind off his cock, it only heightened his arousal and the unconscious need to thrust.
Zach's grip on his thigh relaxed until it was just resting there.
Chris started with a slow rhythm, he'd have to if he was going to last longer than a minute, pulling out only a little before pushing back in as deep as he could go. Zach whined, but it became obvious it was a good whine when he reached down for his own cock.
Struggling to maintain at least some semblance of reciprocation and to make up for his rushed entry, Chris asked, "You want me to jack you off?"
"Nah," Zach answered, deep and throaty. "I got this, you just enjoy yourself."
Chris groaned. He so owed Zach, like, a dozen blowjobs for this. It was so good, so so good. He started going faster, watching as Zach's hand abandoned his cock to fist a handful of the sheets.
Normally he liked to study Zach when he wasn't giving him a helping hand, liked to see and learn how Zach pleasured himself. Liked to see the moment when Zach decided to tease himself and ignore his cock, pinching his own nipples or rub his hands over his chest and stomach instead, or just grabbing the sheets when Chris increased the pace or repeatedly hit his prostate. But Zach didn't come untouched, and Chris liked to predict when Zach couldn't take it anymore and would start to jerk off frantically.
Normally Chris loved all those things when he was on top. But tonight, all he could think about, all he wanted to take notice of was the heels, the press of them into his shoulder, the way the lines of the shoe felt beneath his fingertips as he caressed them, the way he imagined what the two of them fucking must look like, Zach's legs splayed in the air with the heels on his feet, and he suddenly wished they had a mirrored headboard so he could see exactly what that really looked like. Even the thought was enough to make him fuck faster, giving himself over to the inevitability of his orgasm, the futility of holding back any longer with all the mental and physical stimulus he'd had tonight.
So Chris caved, wrapping his arms around Zach's legs, practically pulling Zach up off the bed to meet his every thrust, pounding so hard that the slapping sound echoed across the room, that one of the heels actually fell off Zach's foot.
But Chris, racing toward what he knew was going to be an incredible orgasm, the pressure building so intensely he couldn't take it, didn't even care that the shoe tumbled all the way off the bed and onto the floor. "Ungh, Zach, I'm gonna--"
But his words were drowned out, because Zach was shouting as his hand worked frantically on his own cock, thick spurts shooting out. And the sight pushed Chris over the edge, the edge that had grown so high he'd wondered if he'd even ever come after all, releasing everything into Zach, the pleasure so, so forceful that Chris couldn't even make a noise, his mouth open in a silent scream as he finally doubled over when his stomach muscles contracted with the intensity of it all, using every last bit of willpower not to collapse on Zach and break one of his legs.
Zach was finally the one to push him off, chuckling softly and pushing his long bangs out of his eyes. "You should have seen yourself come. You're incredible."
"Fuck," was all Chris could manage, summoning enough energy to settle in against Zach. They rested together in the afterglow, happily ignoring the sweat cooling and come drying to stay in physical contact.
Eventually, Zach groaned and twisted out of his arms, stretching as he headed toward the bathroom. "Fuck, I'm sore already. I get to go at you hard next time, Pine."
"That's fair," Chris replied while yawning and rolling onto his stomach. He couldn’t remember being this blissed out in a long time. His cock still tingled, even, and he rubbed himself lightly against the mattress as he drifted off to sleep.
***
Chris woke before Zach the next morning. He was in a very, very charitable mood, so he began whipping up some huevos rancheros for breakfast, hoping Zach wouldn't wake up before he'd finished.
Zach was just sitting up and blinking, pushing back a truly out-of-control and utterly sexy case of bed hair as Chris carried the tray of food into the bedroom.
"Good morning," Chris greeted him, admittedly probably a little too cheerfully given how early it was compared to when they usually awoke.
Zach quirked an eyebrow slightly. "Who the hell are you and what happened to my boyfriend?" he asked in his gravely morning voice.
It was true, Chris wasn't exactly known for being a morning person, especially not before he'd had coffee. He got into bed and set the tray between them. "Your boyfriend," Chris said while stuffing half a tortilla into his mouth, "had one of the best orgasms of his life last night and is feeling pretty damn chipper."
"Not the best?" Zach asked, but grinned so Chris knew he wasn't actually offended.
"Probably almost as good as the first time you blew me," he replied seriously. Until that had happened, he'd only thought he knew what good technique felt like.
Zach snorted and dug into his plate. "Always the romantic," he said sarcastically.
"Hey, I just made you breakfast in bed! That's totally romantic."
Zach made a "true enough" face and they ate in silence for a few minutes before Chris said, "Seriously, last night was really great. I... just... I mean, thanks. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm glad it lived up to your expectations." Zach took a bite of eggs and swallowed before saying, "You know, you don't have to hide what turns you on. I'll probably try whatever, at least once."
Chris nodded. "And if... if there's anything you want to try. I mean, if there's something that is kinda..." He trailed off, hesitant to call his love for shoes weird, but....
"That's kind of freaky?"
Chris nodded again. "I could be up for it."
Zach grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'll make you up for it." Double entendre clear, the rest of breakfast was quickly forgotten. And what wasn't forgotten was Chris' promise to let Zach fuck him hard.
Authors Note: This was my first non-drabble length Pinto fic, so I hope you enjoyed!