There's a First Time For Everything
Title: There's a First Time for Everything
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach always tops. Well, maybe not today.
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 4712
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: I think there's a majority opinion in the fandom that Zach always (or mostly) tops when Pinto get down to the lovin'. So we thought it would be nice if Chris got a little of the control for once. This (for us) is the first time that Zach 'lets' him, but we like to think that Captain Fine gets his fair share these days.
His cell buzzed in his pocket just as he was unlocking the front door, brown grocery bag cradled in one arm and foot on Noah's lead to keep him sitting by his feet. Zach ignored it for the moment - after all the buzz had been short so it was probably just a text message and getting shopping, dog and himself into the house was more important right now.
It wasn't until after he'd taken the leash off Noah, settled him with some fresh water and a treat, unpacked food and rearranged the refrigerator, and then settled on the couch with Harold who was demanding some 'me' time, that he remembered the message. He stretched back on the couch to fish the cell out of his pocket and scrolled through to his inbox. It was from Chris and unusually for his boyfriend it was brief and straight to the point.
Want you bad. On my way.
As he felt a twitch in his stomach, Zach checked the timestamp of the message against the time on his watch. Received twenty-five minutes ago - did he have time to change the bed linen, or brush his teeth? As he stood, uncertain exactly what to do first - bed or mouth - he paused in the middle of the lounge and re-read the message. It was odd... not bad... just unusually curt. Chris was normally one for a joke first or one of those stupid emoti-things before saying hi. He had no further time to ponder though, and certainly no time to change or clean anything as he heard the back door slam shut and heavy footsteps heading through the kitchen.
There was no boyish grin on his features when he appeared in the doorway, no raising his hand to wave and also no words of greeting, and for a moment Zach even wondered if everything was alright with Chris. This was so not like him. But then again there was also nothing that would indicate any reason to worry, just that odd but extremely sexy look on his face as he stood there for a second, looking at the older one.
Then he was at Zach's side with a few quick steps, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close for an almost fierce kiss.
"Geez, I've missed you," he whispered, voice slightly hoarse, and that alone came as somewhat of a surprise. They had last seen each other only around thirty-something hours ago. "I woke up with this giant boner in my pants and had to wank twice already." And there it was, that hint of a chuckle and boyish impishness.
"Do I have to keep reminding you that those little blue tablets aren't vitamins, Chris?" he couldn't help joking, though the mention of boners and wanking was more than a little arousing without any need for chemical assistance. He'd felt the evidence of Chris' words against his thigh when they'd kissed; though the way the younger man had pushed against him, it wasn't difficult to miss.
"So you need me to help you out or something, Pine?" he whispered noticing that his voice, too, was lower and raspier than usual, the familiar tight sensation beginning in his own pants.
"Hmm..." There was something like hesitation or uncertainty in his blue eyes for a second and his lips opened as if he was about to say something. Zach would never know what. Instead, Chris pushed himself closer against his boyfriend again, their lips meeting for another hungry kiss and his hands grabbing Zach's ass to rub their hips together. Almost stumbling, they moved backwards until Zach felt the back of the sofa hit his thighs, and Chris stopped.
"Wait here," he said, already panting slightly, making his way backwards and away from Zach, but then rushing back to him to kiss him once more as his fingers started pulling and tearing on Zach's sweater. "Fuck," he sighed impatiently, and it seemed like he really didn't know what do to first or how exactly. For the moment, he had obviously decided to first take off his plaid shirt and then, as he drew away from the hungry kiss with a loud, smacking noise of their lips, pulled his white t-shirt over his head with one swift movement.
"Just... wait, okay? Don't go anywhere," he said again as he turned and practically ran out of the living room and up the stairs.
There wasn't anywhere he could really go, Zach wanted to call after Chris, unless he followed him upstairs. But he didn't say a word. He just stood there and did exactly what he was told, without question, without witty comment... without really understanding why, either. What the hell was Chris doing up there? Zach tilted his head upwards, towards the ceiling, listening to the thuds of footsteps and...he's in the drawers? What the fuck?
Not that Zach was one of those kinds of people where 'my stuff is mine', but it was still unusual for Chris to just go rummaging like this. He was still a little nervous about the whole shared possessions thing, and Zach laughed whenever Chris asked if it was okay to grab a beer or juice from the refridgerator. No matter how many times he tried to explain that in a relationship it wasn't only bodily fluids that were shared, the younger man just shook his head and would ask again the next time. It was kind of cute really.
He heard the footsteps change direction, something drop on the floor, a muffled curse and then the rushed tread of boots on the stairs. Making a decision, based on the fact that he'd only been told to wait, Zach hooked his fingers quickly under the hem of his sweater and tugged it off. If naked chest time was good enough for the goose...
The oddest sound came over Chris' lips as he reappeared in the lounge, his eyes slightly widened, faltering in his steps, which, considering the fact that they had seen each other naked countless times was odd but cute as well. That tiny hint of a somewhat predatory smirk mixed with something very innocent in those blue eyes. And the faintest blush on his cheeks as he threw both the bottle of lube and the condoms - he had brought several - onto the couch. Hands free again, he wrapped them around Zach's waist, moaning softly as he pressed his lips not to Zach's mouth but his cheeks, chin, neck and clavicle. But unlike just mere moments ago, he seemed to hold back now, if only a little.
"Been thinking about this all fucking day."
Zach couldn't help the rumble that built in his chest as he felt lips on his skin, nor the moaning sigh that he released as the lips were parted and a hot, wet tongue trailed its way across his chest. "Fuuuuck, Chris," he sighed twisting his fingers tightly into the blond hair, noticing somewhat incongruously that his boyfriend was in need of a hair cut. Then he felt a hand move from his waist, going lower, pressing against his ass before he was pulled closer, hips and groins grinding against each other. Jesus, this was just so good and he wanted more... he wanted Chris.
"Chris... oh fuck... let me..."
"I want to fuck you." It came as immediate reply, but the way Chris' voice grew even fainter in the end, breaking somewhat, trembling, kind of made it seem like he had spoken without thinking. He gulped as he looked Zach in the eye, their lips barely an inch apart. "I... want to be inside you."
At first Zach thought he was joking. After all he was the, well not dominant one, but normally the one who always did the fucking. It just kind of happened that way, the way they had fallen into things, fallen into the relationship. Chris had always wanted it that way, and Zach loved being inside him, loved the sensation of him around his cock. But now, that look on his face, that... almost nervousness in his expression. He felt like the all of air had been sucked from his lungs. Not through fear or any negative reaction. Totally the opposite. Because Chris had never asked before, Zach had never thought about it - never thought about what it would be like to be fucked by him. And he realized suddenly that he wanted it and felt himself grow harder at the thought.
Whispering in reply, his voice hoarse with lust, Zach only said: "Fuck me."
"Oh God," Chris whimpered against him, as if he was surprised, hadn't believed it would really happen. A breathless chuckle came over his lips as they roamed over Zach's face, touched with his mouth again - a few hard, quick kisses. "Oh... fuck, yeah."
Chris was nervous, Zach could tell from the way he stumbled and fell twice as he took off his shoes and pants, stopping in his movements every now and then to steal another kiss from Zach, run his hands down his chest and, after the older one had gotten rid of his jeans as well, into his underpants.
"Hey," he said softly against the younger man's lips as he lowered his own hand to caress Chris' through the fabric of his own underwear. He'd thought he was hard when Chris had said he wanted to do this, but the sensation of those fingers caused his cock to strain and push against the thin fabric. "Steady, Pine. You're going to be fine, babe. You won't break me," he chuckled as he pressed his lips against the younger man's for a slow, sensual kiss.
A trembling moan escaped into the kiss, and for a few, long moments, Chris just pressed his body against Zach's tightly, holding him in a firm embrace, not yet daring to move, to do anything but hold him close. But then, finally, he took both hands to pull down Zach's underpants, breaking the kiss to push them down his feet. He almost knelt there, looking up at his boyfriend, his own lips slightly swollen from the hungry kisses, blue eyes glazed with lust as they locked with brown ones. Then his nervousness suddenly seemed to fade somewhat, and Zach felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the determination in those blue eyes before Chris leaned in, one hand on Zach's ass, running his lips up his left thigh, and up, up until his tongue darted out and teased the full length of his cock.
Zach felt his body stiffen and exhaled, a wordless noise leaving his mouth that meant nothing and everything. He just stared down at Chris, that beautiful face, the bright eyes, that full mouth, that wet...
"Unnnnnghhh. Chris..." he groaned as the tongue flickered over the head of his cock and he felt small, light kisses work their way over his stomach. A hand gripped his ass, fingers kneading the cheek as Chris moved up his body. The joint sensations of mouth, tongue and hands were overwhelming, including the sense of anticipation about what was still to come and he could feel his breath start to hitch. He put a hand under Chris's chin, lifting it from his stomach and encouraged him to stand upright, his other hand sliding down the smooth skin to rub against the young man's own cock. "Where... where do you want me?"
Another trembling groan left Chris' lips as he closed his eyes, breathing hard to stay in control. "Umm..." he half moaned, half said as his hand reached for Zach's to still the movement, and he opened his eyes again to look around. There it was again, that almost shy and very young expression on his face, and yet at the same time, as his tongue ran along his lower lip and he locked gazes with Zach, something very lustful and determined. "How about right here?" he asked in barely more than a rough whisper, turning Zach around and pressing him against the back of the couch. "I woke up thinking about it exactly like this," he said against his boyfriend's neck, warm, moist lips brushing the skin beneath his ear.
The thought of Chris dreaming about fucking him turned Zach on even more than the idea that this had been a spur of the moment decision. Reaching down he gripped the backrest of the couch, twisting his head to catch his boyfriend's mouth in a kiss, fevered and hungry lips meeting his own. His cock rubbed up against the fabric causing him to groan loudly, his breath coming in heavy pants now as he felt Chris push against him. Thighs against thighs, chest against back and cock against ass.
Looking down onto the cushions he saw the bottle of lube and the condoms and stretched to grab them with one hand, using the other to pull himself back upright. The forward movement had caused his ass to rub against Chris' underwear, a delicious friction that made both of them moan. Pausing for a few seconds to try and catch his breath Zach just stood there, bottle and foil in hand before he half-twisted, not wanting to lose contact with Chris' body and held them out to him.
"Do it," he panted, not knowing how long exactly his legs would hold him up. They were trembling already and his boyfriend had barely touched him. Fuck, what was with him? And a part of him knew it was because he was excited, wanted this so badly - wanted to feel Chris inside him - possibly more than he'd wanted anything before.
Chris laid one condom on the backrest of the couch, the lube almost slipping from his hands when he opened it and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. A low, breathless chuckle came over his lips as he tossed the bottle back onto the seating, and, still half turned around, Zach could see the blond bite his lip. "Okay," he said and looked down at Zach's back. His brow now furrowed in concentration or maybe slight worry, but a second later he laid one hand on Zach's back and....
Zach groaned out as a finger entered him, slowly working its way up and inside, bending and twisting a little. A second one followed but it did not yet slip past the tight muscle, only gently caressing as if waiting for Zach to give him permission. It'd been ages since he'd let anyone do this to him properly - no more than the occasional fumble before he'd fucked whoever he'd been seeing. This though... This was... good.
"So fucking good," he gasped as he felt the second finger gently press, slowly teasing him with a circular motion. He tried to regulate his breathing and relax, relax everything from the waist down so that Chris would find it easier - so that he would find it easier. Closing his eyes, his fingers tight on the couch back, Zach nodded. "Uh huh... more... Please?"
As the second finger eased inside, meeting less resistance than he had expected, they both moaned out at the same time, and Zach could feel his boyfriend's erection press hard against his buttock. If he'd only already take off those shorts....
A scissoring movement stretched him further and he heard Chris release panted breaths. He was probably getting an idea of what it was going to feel like if he was inside him with his cock. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered hoarsely as his free hand left Zach's back to take off his shorts before he reached for the condom pack with shaking fingers. "Ready?"
Zach was amazed he could move at all, the fingers inside him sending ripples of pleasure tinted with pain up his spine. There pain there, but at the same time there wasn't. It was overruled by the sheer state of bliss he was feeling as the two fingers worked their way inside him, twisting to hit his prostate more than once. The first time it had happened Zach had thought his legs would collapse under him or that he'd come - the wave of pleasure had been that amazing. And he knew that this was just the entrée - the main course was just about to begin
Reaching behind him with a hand that trembled less than he expected, Zach twisted slightly to look at Chris. He stroked the man's shaky fingers with his own and smiled crookedly. "Ready," he confirmed with a nod and repeated his earlier request. "Fuck me, Christopher."
Another whimper, accompanied by a breathless chuckle came over Chris' lips then, and Zach could hear the condom pack being ripped open a second later.
"Shit," Chris said, but it was clear that he was not encountering any problems or changing his mind now, and thinking about it Zach had probably been just as nervous before he had fucked a guy for the very first time. "Okay."
He shifted slightly, pushing Zach's feet further apart with one of his own and bent forward. One of Chris' hands ran up his back and to his shoulder, a smooth, firm movement, and he could feel his boyfriend's chest press against him. "Okay. Geez, I've wanted this all day." It almost sounded like Chris needed to encourage himself, to affirm that he wanted this and would not bail.
And then it finally happened. Zach felt the pressure, the tearing, slightly painful but not completely unpleasant feeling of Chris entering him the same second he heard his boyfriend release a shuddering, trembling, almost whimpering breath. He was barely more than an inch inside and yet already struggling to keep his breathing steady. "Shit... God you're so tight. Fuck," he panted.
Head bowed, all Zach could see was the dark grey color of the couch and whilst he knew he should be able to feel the smooth leather-like texture of the fabric under his fingers, his entire being was flooded with only one feeling. From only one area. And it felt magnificent.
He pushed out in order to try and help Chris push in and cried aloud as he felt him slide deeper inside. His chest was heaving with deep, irregular breaths and he curled his toes into the carpeting as his face broke out in a faint sweat. Fuck... fuck... this is just so-
"Jesus. Chris...you feel... Fuck. You... fill me," he whimpered and all he wanted was to feel the entire cock, the whole length inside him. Stretching, pushing and just filling him. His cock twitched against the couch back and he couldn't help himself when he pushed forwards and rubbed gently.
He heard a hissed breath from Chris, then a low groan as he settled for a still slow and rather careful rhythm. But then, only a few thrusts later, the movements of his hips already became more erratic, fast, hard thrusts that were each accompanied by low, deep pants and the slapping noise of skin against skin. This was not going to be slow and gentle or even last long, and maybe it wouldn't even be enough to -
Zach gasped as a hand reached around him to his front and wrapped tightly around his cock, and though Chris was hardly able to maintain a rhythm there as well it was creating just enough friction, letting Zach thrust into his boyfriends open fist with each push.
"Fuck... fuck...," Chris groaned as his breathing became hitched, the words hardly coherent. "I had no idea... God..."
The noises he could hear behind him, the wet breath against his shoulders and neck, the hand around his cock and - most of all - the cock filling every tight inch of him... All of these things overpowered Zach's ability to think, to speak, to do anything other than moan, gasp and move instinctively with each thrust.
"Uhhh... Uhhhh..." he whined out as he felt his balls tighten and then... release. His lower body jerked and spasmed, his cock twitched and he felt a warmth as he came on and into Chris' hand. His arms were braced against the couch back, the only thing keeping him upright as he called Chris' name over and over again.
He was only aware of the younger man breathing sharp through his nostrils as his hips jerked forward one, two, three more times, a trembling, shaky, uncontrolled movement. And then, with a sound that could only be described as a breathless scream he practically collapsed against Zach's back, his weight pushing them forward against and almost over the back of the couch as Chris released the breath he'd been holding, panting hard against Zach's neck.
"Fuck," he whispered, voice hoarse, weak and utterly exhausted, though one hand slid down Zach's arm and reached for his hand with trembling fingers in a gesture that with its gentleness stood in stark contrast to the pace and hardness of their movements just mere moments ago.
He couldn't do much at that moment but chuckle breathlessly, the laughter vibrating in his chest but barely a whisper of it aloud. "Fuck. Indubitably," he said quietly as he exhaled weakly, the pressure from Chris pushing his stomach and lower chest against the back of the couch and making it a little difficult for him to fill his lungs fully. But he didn't care, didn't give a shit about being able to breathe... not right now. The pressure was still there, but as the man softened inside him Zach could feel it start to lessen and wondered if he would miss the feeling later as much as he was starting to right at this minute. Twisting his hand palm upright, Zach linked fingers with him and squeezed the hand that lay in his. "You okay, Pine? Jesus, dude..."
"I'm fine," he breathed, chuckling faintly. "Fine...Just don't wanna move. Shit." But he eventually had to, and all too soon Zach felt him pull out of his body and away from him, leaving a cool feeling on his skin where there had just been heat. "Be right back," he murmured against Zach's neck and pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade before he drew away from him completely and rushed - practically ran - into the kitchen. It didn't help that his legs were probably still as shaky as Zach's, and so the older one heard a loud banging noise, followed by a muttered curse and then the sound of the garbage bin being opened and closed.
Zach found he was able to start breathing properly again without having to concentrate on sucking air in and pushing it out as he listened to the noises from the kitchen. His ass ached but, Jesus, it was such a fucking great ache - more than just a simple release of fluid. Turning round he leaned against the couch back before realizing that probably wasn't the greatest idea, moaning a little at the pressure in his lower body; an echo of what he'd just been through - a violation of the most personal, erotic - best - kind.
Chris was back a second later, some kitchen roll in his hand, a dreamy gaze in his eyes and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face Zach had seen in quite some time. But then the grin faded and there it was again, that slight frown and crinkled forehead that, although he looked manly and confident and oh... so fucking sexy so often, made him seem a lot younger than he was sometimes. He bit his lower lip as he came closer, standing mere inches in front of Zach again. "You okay?" he asked almost meekly, as if somehow he thought Zach was more breakable than he, as if he expected what he had just done wasn't as absolutely great for the older one as Chris had always said it was for him. "And shit, your couch, I'm sorry," he added, blushing slightly as he started wiping the thankfully washable synthetic leather surface. "Should've thought 'bout a towel."
"Fuck the couch," Zach replied reaching out to rest one hand on the back of Chris', fingers brushing skin just as he realized - as they both realized - what he'd said. Chris' eyes crinkled as he started laughing, his demeanour relaxing from nervous and wide eyed back to confident... proud. "Shit, you know what I mean," he huffed, although he too was laughing as he wrapped an arm around Chris' waist and pulled him close to him. He teased the full lips with small, suckled kisses, catching the bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently. As they stood, or rather leaned against the couch Zach's leg still trembled and he knew he was going to have to get the weight off soon. "And I'm good. Fuck it, I'm better than good, Chris," he mumbled through the kisses. "But I need to sit, lie, anything - just need to get off my feet before I fall."
"Hmm," an impish, slightly crooked grin appeared on the younger man's features and his eyebrows went up. "Okay."
Quicker than Zach could have reacted or even just protested, Chris pushed both of them over the edge of the backrest until they landed - Chris on top of him - on the seating.
Zach's breath came out in a heavy "Oooof" noise and as he lay there trying to work out what the hell had just happened - how the hell he'd ended up here, twisted and crooked on the couch cushions, limbs tangled and splayed - all he could actually focus on were two bright blue eyes shining directly above him. Those and the warm body pressing down on him. Oh and that cheeky, shit-eating oh-so-familiar grin that was mere inches away.
"Pine," he chuckled out in a mock-disapproving tone, a ghost of a similar grin on his lips that he couldn't - wouldn't - even attempt to hide. "We could have just walked round..." he couldn't finish because of the laughter that erupted, shaking his chest and shoulders.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Chris asked equally amused as he started placing rough but playful kisses on Zach's cheeks, neck, shoulder, wriggling against the body underneath him. Zach could hardly move or fight back, partially also because Chris did a pretty good job pinning him into the soft surface of the couch, having the older one almost completely at his mercy. And he apparently planned to use the advantage shamelessly as his fingers briefly dug into Zach's side, tickling him as he laughed softly against his boyfriend's neck, who twitched under the heavy body in vain.
"Mmhm," Chris breathed as his movements stilled, the chuckle still audible in his voice. "God I love you, you know that?"
Zach was so close to replying with some off the cuff, facetious comment along the lines of how it was only to be expected, but then he looked at Chris and heard the words, the way they were said again and knew that this wasn't the usual joking affection. This was... different. There was something more real, something deeper in the tone. His heart started thudding wildly in his chest as he twisted his head to nudge his chin against Chris' forehead until the head turned to look at him.
"I do," he replied softly touching the tip of his nose against his boyfriend's, their faces barely touching, and he could feel Chris' breath against his lips; could taste it. "I love you too, Chris. Always."
The romantic atmosphere lasted for about three seconds before Chris was back to his goofy after-sex-bliss-self. Three seconds in which he'd looked down at Zach with such tenderness and gratefulness in his eyes that receiving the following words as reply had been totally worth it. "You big old sap," he laughed, but there was a lot less mischief in his tone than the words could have suggested and the kiss that followed was gentle.
“Bitch,” Zach muttered affectionately into the mouth that was moving softly against his, and he knew that 'big old sap' he might be, but as he'd discovered today there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for the man he loved.
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach always tops. Well, maybe not today.
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 4712
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: I think there's a majority opinion in the fandom that Zach always (or mostly) tops when Pinto get down to the lovin'. So we thought it would be nice if Chris got a little of the control for once. This (for us) is the first time that Zach 'lets' him, but we like to think that Captain Fine gets his fair share these days.
His cell buzzed in his pocket just as he was unlocking the front door, brown grocery bag cradled in one arm and foot on Noah's lead to keep him sitting by his feet. Zach ignored it for the moment - after all the buzz had been short so it was probably just a text message and getting shopping, dog and himself into the house was more important right now.
It wasn't until after he'd taken the leash off Noah, settled him with some fresh water and a treat, unpacked food and rearranged the refrigerator, and then settled on the couch with Harold who was demanding some 'me' time, that he remembered the message. He stretched back on the couch to fish the cell out of his pocket and scrolled through to his inbox. It was from Chris and unusually for his boyfriend it was brief and straight to the point.
Want you bad. On my way.
As he felt a twitch in his stomach, Zach checked the timestamp of the message against the time on his watch. Received twenty-five minutes ago - did he have time to change the bed linen, or brush his teeth? As he stood, uncertain exactly what to do first - bed or mouth - he paused in the middle of the lounge and re-read the message. It was odd... not bad... just unusually curt. Chris was normally one for a joke first or one of those stupid emoti-things before saying hi. He had no further time to ponder though, and certainly no time to change or clean anything as he heard the back door slam shut and heavy footsteps heading through the kitchen.
There was no boyish grin on his features when he appeared in the doorway, no raising his hand to wave and also no words of greeting, and for a moment Zach even wondered if everything was alright with Chris. This was so not like him. But then again there was also nothing that would indicate any reason to worry, just that odd but extremely sexy look on his face as he stood there for a second, looking at the older one.
Then he was at Zach's side with a few quick steps, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close for an almost fierce kiss.
"Geez, I've missed you," he whispered, voice slightly hoarse, and that alone came as somewhat of a surprise. They had last seen each other only around thirty-something hours ago. "I woke up with this giant boner in my pants and had to wank twice already." And there it was, that hint of a chuckle and boyish impishness.
"Do I have to keep reminding you that those little blue tablets aren't vitamins, Chris?" he couldn't help joking, though the mention of boners and wanking was more than a little arousing without any need for chemical assistance. He'd felt the evidence of Chris' words against his thigh when they'd kissed; though the way the younger man had pushed against him, it wasn't difficult to miss.
"So you need me to help you out or something, Pine?" he whispered noticing that his voice, too, was lower and raspier than usual, the familiar tight sensation beginning in his own pants.
"Hmm..." There was something like hesitation or uncertainty in his blue eyes for a second and his lips opened as if he was about to say something. Zach would never know what. Instead, Chris pushed himself closer against his boyfriend again, their lips meeting for another hungry kiss and his hands grabbing Zach's ass to rub their hips together. Almost stumbling, they moved backwards until Zach felt the back of the sofa hit his thighs, and Chris stopped.
"Wait here," he said, already panting slightly, making his way backwards and away from Zach, but then rushing back to him to kiss him once more as his fingers started pulling and tearing on Zach's sweater. "Fuck," he sighed impatiently, and it seemed like he really didn't know what do to first or how exactly. For the moment, he had obviously decided to first take off his plaid shirt and then, as he drew away from the hungry kiss with a loud, smacking noise of their lips, pulled his white t-shirt over his head with one swift movement.
"Just... wait, okay? Don't go anywhere," he said again as he turned and practically ran out of the living room and up the stairs.
There wasn't anywhere he could really go, Zach wanted to call after Chris, unless he followed him upstairs. But he didn't say a word. He just stood there and did exactly what he was told, without question, without witty comment... without really understanding why, either. What the hell was Chris doing up there? Zach tilted his head upwards, towards the ceiling, listening to the thuds of footsteps and...he's in the drawers? What the fuck?
Not that Zach was one of those kinds of people where 'my stuff is mine', but it was still unusual for Chris to just go rummaging like this. He was still a little nervous about the whole shared possessions thing, and Zach laughed whenever Chris asked if it was okay to grab a beer or juice from the refridgerator. No matter how many times he tried to explain that in a relationship it wasn't only bodily fluids that were shared, the younger man just shook his head and would ask again the next time. It was kind of cute really.
He heard the footsteps change direction, something drop on the floor, a muffled curse and then the rushed tread of boots on the stairs. Making a decision, based on the fact that he'd only been told to wait, Zach hooked his fingers quickly under the hem of his sweater and tugged it off. If naked chest time was good enough for the goose...
The oddest sound came over Chris' lips as he reappeared in the lounge, his eyes slightly widened, faltering in his steps, which, considering the fact that they had seen each other naked countless times was odd but cute as well. That tiny hint of a somewhat predatory smirk mixed with something very innocent in those blue eyes. And the faintest blush on his cheeks as he threw both the bottle of lube and the condoms - he had brought several - onto the couch. Hands free again, he wrapped them around Zach's waist, moaning softly as he pressed his lips not to Zach's mouth but his cheeks, chin, neck and clavicle. But unlike just mere moments ago, he seemed to hold back now, if only a little.
"Been thinking about this all fucking day."
Zach couldn't help the rumble that built in his chest as he felt lips on his skin, nor the moaning sigh that he released as the lips were parted and a hot, wet tongue trailed its way across his chest. "Fuuuuck, Chris," he sighed twisting his fingers tightly into the blond hair, noticing somewhat incongruously that his boyfriend was in need of a hair cut. Then he felt a hand move from his waist, going lower, pressing against his ass before he was pulled closer, hips and groins grinding against each other. Jesus, this was just so good and he wanted more... he wanted Chris.
"Chris... oh fuck... let me..."
"I want to fuck you." It came as immediate reply, but the way Chris' voice grew even fainter in the end, breaking somewhat, trembling, kind of made it seem like he had spoken without thinking. He gulped as he looked Zach in the eye, their lips barely an inch apart. "I... want to be inside you."
At first Zach thought he was joking. After all he was the, well not dominant one, but normally the one who always did the fucking. It just kind of happened that way, the way they had fallen into things, fallen into the relationship. Chris had always wanted it that way, and Zach loved being inside him, loved the sensation of him around his cock. But now, that look on his face, that... almost nervousness in his expression. He felt like the all of air had been sucked from his lungs. Not through fear or any negative reaction. Totally the opposite. Because Chris had never asked before, Zach had never thought about it - never thought about what it would be like to be fucked by him. And he realized suddenly that he wanted it and felt himself grow harder at the thought.
Whispering in reply, his voice hoarse with lust, Zach only said: "Fuck me."
"Oh God," Chris whimpered against him, as if he was surprised, hadn't believed it would really happen. A breathless chuckle came over his lips as they roamed over Zach's face, touched with his mouth again - a few hard, quick kisses. "Oh... fuck, yeah."
Chris was nervous, Zach could tell from the way he stumbled and fell twice as he took off his shoes and pants, stopping in his movements every now and then to steal another kiss from Zach, run his hands down his chest and, after the older one had gotten rid of his jeans as well, into his underpants.
"Hey," he said softly against the younger man's lips as he lowered his own hand to caress Chris' through the fabric of his own underwear. He'd thought he was hard when Chris had said he wanted to do this, but the sensation of those fingers caused his cock to strain and push against the thin fabric. "Steady, Pine. You're going to be fine, babe. You won't break me," he chuckled as he pressed his lips against the younger man's for a slow, sensual kiss.
A trembling moan escaped into the kiss, and for a few, long moments, Chris just pressed his body against Zach's tightly, holding him in a firm embrace, not yet daring to move, to do anything but hold him close. But then, finally, he took both hands to pull down Zach's underpants, breaking the kiss to push them down his feet. He almost knelt there, looking up at his boyfriend, his own lips slightly swollen from the hungry kisses, blue eyes glazed with lust as they locked with brown ones. Then his nervousness suddenly seemed to fade somewhat, and Zach felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the determination in those blue eyes before Chris leaned in, one hand on Zach's ass, running his lips up his left thigh, and up, up until his tongue darted out and teased the full length of his cock.
Zach felt his body stiffen and exhaled, a wordless noise leaving his mouth that meant nothing and everything. He just stared down at Chris, that beautiful face, the bright eyes, that full mouth, that wet...
"Unnnnnghhh. Chris..." he groaned as the tongue flickered over the head of his cock and he felt small, light kisses work their way over his stomach. A hand gripped his ass, fingers kneading the cheek as Chris moved up his body. The joint sensations of mouth, tongue and hands were overwhelming, including the sense of anticipation about what was still to come and he could feel his breath start to hitch. He put a hand under Chris's chin, lifting it from his stomach and encouraged him to stand upright, his other hand sliding down the smooth skin to rub against the young man's own cock. "Where... where do you want me?"
Another trembling groan left Chris' lips as he closed his eyes, breathing hard to stay in control. "Umm..." he half moaned, half said as his hand reached for Zach's to still the movement, and he opened his eyes again to look around. There it was again, that almost shy and very young expression on his face, and yet at the same time, as his tongue ran along his lower lip and he locked gazes with Zach, something very lustful and determined. "How about right here?" he asked in barely more than a rough whisper, turning Zach around and pressing him against the back of the couch. "I woke up thinking about it exactly like this," he said against his boyfriend's neck, warm, moist lips brushing the skin beneath his ear.
The thought of Chris dreaming about fucking him turned Zach on even more than the idea that this had been a spur of the moment decision. Reaching down he gripped the backrest of the couch, twisting his head to catch his boyfriend's mouth in a kiss, fevered and hungry lips meeting his own. His cock rubbed up against the fabric causing him to groan loudly, his breath coming in heavy pants now as he felt Chris push against him. Thighs against thighs, chest against back and cock against ass.
Looking down onto the cushions he saw the bottle of lube and the condoms and stretched to grab them with one hand, using the other to pull himself back upright. The forward movement had caused his ass to rub against Chris' underwear, a delicious friction that made both of them moan. Pausing for a few seconds to try and catch his breath Zach just stood there, bottle and foil in hand before he half-twisted, not wanting to lose contact with Chris' body and held them out to him.
"Do it," he panted, not knowing how long exactly his legs would hold him up. They were trembling already and his boyfriend had barely touched him. Fuck, what was with him? And a part of him knew it was because he was excited, wanted this so badly - wanted to feel Chris inside him - possibly more than he'd wanted anything before.
Chris laid one condom on the backrest of the couch, the lube almost slipping from his hands when he opened it and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. A low, breathless chuckle came over his lips as he tossed the bottle back onto the seating, and, still half turned around, Zach could see the blond bite his lip. "Okay," he said and looked down at Zach's back. His brow now furrowed in concentration or maybe slight worry, but a second later he laid one hand on Zach's back and....
Zach groaned out as a finger entered him, slowly working its way up and inside, bending and twisting a little. A second one followed but it did not yet slip past the tight muscle, only gently caressing as if waiting for Zach to give him permission. It'd been ages since he'd let anyone do this to him properly - no more than the occasional fumble before he'd fucked whoever he'd been seeing. This though... This was... good.
"So fucking good," he gasped as he felt the second finger gently press, slowly teasing him with a circular motion. He tried to regulate his breathing and relax, relax everything from the waist down so that Chris would find it easier - so that he would find it easier. Closing his eyes, his fingers tight on the couch back, Zach nodded. "Uh huh... more... Please?"
As the second finger eased inside, meeting less resistance than he had expected, they both moaned out at the same time, and Zach could feel his boyfriend's erection press hard against his buttock. If he'd only already take off those shorts....
A scissoring movement stretched him further and he heard Chris release panted breaths. He was probably getting an idea of what it was going to feel like if he was inside him with his cock. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered hoarsely as his free hand left Zach's back to take off his shorts before he reached for the condom pack with shaking fingers. "Ready?"
Zach was amazed he could move at all, the fingers inside him sending ripples of pleasure tinted with pain up his spine. There pain there, but at the same time there wasn't. It was overruled by the sheer state of bliss he was feeling as the two fingers worked their way inside him, twisting to hit his prostate more than once. The first time it had happened Zach had thought his legs would collapse under him or that he'd come - the wave of pleasure had been that amazing. And he knew that this was just the entrée - the main course was just about to begin
Reaching behind him with a hand that trembled less than he expected, Zach twisted slightly to look at Chris. He stroked the man's shaky fingers with his own and smiled crookedly. "Ready," he confirmed with a nod and repeated his earlier request. "Fuck me, Christopher."
Another whimper, accompanied by a breathless chuckle came over Chris' lips then, and Zach could hear the condom pack being ripped open a second later.
"Shit," Chris said, but it was clear that he was not encountering any problems or changing his mind now, and thinking about it Zach had probably been just as nervous before he had fucked a guy for the very first time. "Okay."
He shifted slightly, pushing Zach's feet further apart with one of his own and bent forward. One of Chris' hands ran up his back and to his shoulder, a smooth, firm movement, and he could feel his boyfriend's chest press against him. "Okay. Geez, I've wanted this all day." It almost sounded like Chris needed to encourage himself, to affirm that he wanted this and would not bail.
And then it finally happened. Zach felt the pressure, the tearing, slightly painful but not completely unpleasant feeling of Chris entering him the same second he heard his boyfriend release a shuddering, trembling, almost whimpering breath. He was barely more than an inch inside and yet already struggling to keep his breathing steady. "Shit... God you're so tight. Fuck," he panted.
Head bowed, all Zach could see was the dark grey color of the couch and whilst he knew he should be able to feel the smooth leather-like texture of the fabric under his fingers, his entire being was flooded with only one feeling. From only one area. And it felt magnificent.
He pushed out in order to try and help Chris push in and cried aloud as he felt him slide deeper inside. His chest was heaving with deep, irregular breaths and he curled his toes into the carpeting as his face broke out in a faint sweat. Fuck... fuck... this is just so-
"Jesus. Chris...you feel... Fuck. You... fill me," he whimpered and all he wanted was to feel the entire cock, the whole length inside him. Stretching, pushing and just filling him. His cock twitched against the couch back and he couldn't help himself when he pushed forwards and rubbed gently.
He heard a hissed breath from Chris, then a low groan as he settled for a still slow and rather careful rhythm. But then, only a few thrusts later, the movements of his hips already became more erratic, fast, hard thrusts that were each accompanied by low, deep pants and the slapping noise of skin against skin. This was not going to be slow and gentle or even last long, and maybe it wouldn't even be enough to -
Zach gasped as a hand reached around him to his front and wrapped tightly around his cock, and though Chris was hardly able to maintain a rhythm there as well it was creating just enough friction, letting Zach thrust into his boyfriends open fist with each push.
"Fuck... fuck...," Chris groaned as his breathing became hitched, the words hardly coherent. "I had no idea... God..."
The noises he could hear behind him, the wet breath against his shoulders and neck, the hand around his cock and - most of all - the cock filling every tight inch of him... All of these things overpowered Zach's ability to think, to speak, to do anything other than moan, gasp and move instinctively with each thrust.
"Uhhh... Uhhhh..." he whined out as he felt his balls tighten and then... release. His lower body jerked and spasmed, his cock twitched and he felt a warmth as he came on and into Chris' hand. His arms were braced against the couch back, the only thing keeping him upright as he called Chris' name over and over again.
He was only aware of the younger man breathing sharp through his nostrils as his hips jerked forward one, two, three more times, a trembling, shaky, uncontrolled movement. And then, with a sound that could only be described as a breathless scream he practically collapsed against Zach's back, his weight pushing them forward against and almost over the back of the couch as Chris released the breath he'd been holding, panting hard against Zach's neck.
"Fuck," he whispered, voice hoarse, weak and utterly exhausted, though one hand slid down Zach's arm and reached for his hand with trembling fingers in a gesture that with its gentleness stood in stark contrast to the pace and hardness of their movements just mere moments ago.
He couldn't do much at that moment but chuckle breathlessly, the laughter vibrating in his chest but barely a whisper of it aloud. "Fuck. Indubitably," he said quietly as he exhaled weakly, the pressure from Chris pushing his stomach and lower chest against the back of the couch and making it a little difficult for him to fill his lungs fully. But he didn't care, didn't give a shit about being able to breathe... not right now. The pressure was still there, but as the man softened inside him Zach could feel it start to lessen and wondered if he would miss the feeling later as much as he was starting to right at this minute. Twisting his hand palm upright, Zach linked fingers with him and squeezed the hand that lay in his. "You okay, Pine? Jesus, dude..."
"I'm fine," he breathed, chuckling faintly. "Fine...Just don't wanna move. Shit." But he eventually had to, and all too soon Zach felt him pull out of his body and away from him, leaving a cool feeling on his skin where there had just been heat. "Be right back," he murmured against Zach's neck and pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade before he drew away from him completely and rushed - practically ran - into the kitchen. It didn't help that his legs were probably still as shaky as Zach's, and so the older one heard a loud banging noise, followed by a muttered curse and then the sound of the garbage bin being opened and closed.
Zach found he was able to start breathing properly again without having to concentrate on sucking air in and pushing it out as he listened to the noises from the kitchen. His ass ached but, Jesus, it was such a fucking great ache - more than just a simple release of fluid. Turning round he leaned against the couch back before realizing that probably wasn't the greatest idea, moaning a little at the pressure in his lower body; an echo of what he'd just been through - a violation of the most personal, erotic - best - kind.
Chris was back a second later, some kitchen roll in his hand, a dreamy gaze in his eyes and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face Zach had seen in quite some time. But then the grin faded and there it was again, that slight frown and crinkled forehead that, although he looked manly and confident and oh... so fucking sexy so often, made him seem a lot younger than he was sometimes. He bit his lower lip as he came closer, standing mere inches in front of Zach again. "You okay?" he asked almost meekly, as if somehow he thought Zach was more breakable than he, as if he expected what he had just done wasn't as absolutely great for the older one as Chris had always said it was for him. "And shit, your couch, I'm sorry," he added, blushing slightly as he started wiping the thankfully washable synthetic leather surface. "Should've thought 'bout a towel."
"Fuck the couch," Zach replied reaching out to rest one hand on the back of Chris', fingers brushing skin just as he realized - as they both realized - what he'd said. Chris' eyes crinkled as he started laughing, his demeanour relaxing from nervous and wide eyed back to confident... proud. "Shit, you know what I mean," he huffed, although he too was laughing as he wrapped an arm around Chris' waist and pulled him close to him. He teased the full lips with small, suckled kisses, catching the bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently. As they stood, or rather leaned against the couch Zach's leg still trembled and he knew he was going to have to get the weight off soon. "And I'm good. Fuck it, I'm better than good, Chris," he mumbled through the kisses. "But I need to sit, lie, anything - just need to get off my feet before I fall."
"Hmm," an impish, slightly crooked grin appeared on the younger man's features and his eyebrows went up. "Okay."
Quicker than Zach could have reacted or even just protested, Chris pushed both of them over the edge of the backrest until they landed - Chris on top of him - on the seating.
Zach's breath came out in a heavy "Oooof" noise and as he lay there trying to work out what the hell had just happened - how the hell he'd ended up here, twisted and crooked on the couch cushions, limbs tangled and splayed - all he could actually focus on were two bright blue eyes shining directly above him. Those and the warm body pressing down on him. Oh and that cheeky, shit-eating oh-so-familiar grin that was mere inches away.
"Pine," he chuckled out in a mock-disapproving tone, a ghost of a similar grin on his lips that he couldn't - wouldn't - even attempt to hide. "We could have just walked round..." he couldn't finish because of the laughter that erupted, shaking his chest and shoulders.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Chris asked equally amused as he started placing rough but playful kisses on Zach's cheeks, neck, shoulder, wriggling against the body underneath him. Zach could hardly move or fight back, partially also because Chris did a pretty good job pinning him into the soft surface of the couch, having the older one almost completely at his mercy. And he apparently planned to use the advantage shamelessly as his fingers briefly dug into Zach's side, tickling him as he laughed softly against his boyfriend's neck, who twitched under the heavy body in vain.
"Mmhm," Chris breathed as his movements stilled, the chuckle still audible in his voice. "God I love you, you know that?"
Zach was so close to replying with some off the cuff, facetious comment along the lines of how it was only to be expected, but then he looked at Chris and heard the words, the way they were said again and knew that this wasn't the usual joking affection. This was... different. There was something more real, something deeper in the tone. His heart started thudding wildly in his chest as he twisted his head to nudge his chin against Chris' forehead until the head turned to look at him.
"I do," he replied softly touching the tip of his nose against his boyfriend's, their faces barely touching, and he could feel Chris' breath against his lips; could taste it. "I love you too, Chris. Always."
The romantic atmosphere lasted for about three seconds before Chris was back to his goofy after-sex-bliss-self. Three seconds in which he'd looked down at Zach with such tenderness and gratefulness in his eyes that receiving the following words as reply had been totally worth it. "You big old sap," he laughed, but there was a lot less mischief in his tone than the words could have suggested and the kiss that followed was gentle.
“Bitch,” Zach muttered affectionately into the mouth that was moving softly against his, and he knew that 'big old sap' he might be, but as he'd discovered today there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for the man he loved.