I Scream for Ice-Cream
Title: I Scream for Ice-Cream
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild bondage
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 6813
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: Follow on from Thank God for Plaid
The bright burning sensation in his eyes was the first thing he was aware of. That orangey-red-yellowness that he could ‘see’ through his closed eyelids; bright sunshine that invaded his sleep and warmed his face.
The second thing he was aware of was Noah lying on his lower legs, pinning him on his back to the bed.
The third thing, which confused the hell out of him as his brain slowly began forming real coherent thoughts, was the coolness of the ambient air contrasting with the patches of warm sun that he could feel over his skin. His naked, uncovered skin.
What the fuck? He must have had some really weird dreams last night if he’d managed to kick the covers off himself completely. And why hadn’t Chris pulled them back over him? Selfish bastard was probably hogging them for himself or had already woken and left him like this. And how did Noah get in? The dog knew he wasn’t allowed in the bedroom unless invited - or unless Chris had left the door open when he’d got up. Because Zach was pretty sure - still half asleep as he was - that he was alone in bed. Well alone with an oversized hulk of a dog preventing him from moving his legs.
“Ungh, Noah - off,” Zach grumbled quietly, wrinkling his nose as he moved his arm-
Huh?
He cracked one eyelid open, whimpering and squinting at the too bright light and tried to move again. Nothing but a rattle. And his vision was flooded with ghosts of the sunshine that was flooding through the window - small white squares that floated in front of anything and everything that he tried to focus on. It was pointless trying to see why his arm wouldn’t move, so Zach closed it again and went to roll over-
Rattle. Rattle… …
“You bastard!” Zach bellowed loudly. Eyes still closed, though the anti-shadows in his vision were fading now, he knew that Chris was still in the room even if he wasn’t in the bed. He knew it. Just like he knew that unless Noah had lost a dramatic amount of weight or been transformed into metal overnight, that he had nothing to do with Zach’s inability to move any of his limbs.
“You cocksucking asshole, Pine - let me outta these things!” he yelled again, tensing his muscles and pulling… as though that was going to do anything more than give him an injury. And that would be a great thing to try and explain, right? Injury received after his dick of a boyfriend clamped him to his own bed because he couldn’t take a joke…
Breathing hard already from the exertion Zach opened his eyes a crack, his gaze roaming around the room until it found Chris.
His boyfriend was sitting there in the armchair opposite the bed, his legs dangling over the armrest, gloriously naked and with the biggest shit-eating grin on his features before he let out one of those breathy, high chuckles. "Oh man, your face... this is better than watching TV," he said and shook his head before his hand moved towards his lap, and Zach could make out two items he was holding in his hands: what looked like an ice cream box in one and a spoon in the other. Dipping it into the ice cream, Chris brought the spoon to his mouth and closed his eyes as he released a hummed sound of delight. "Mmmh, Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. God, I love this stuff."
“So this is your idea of torture? I lie here trussed to the bed and watch you eat ice-cream? God, I may just die of boredom.”
Zach tried to make himself sound bored and unimpressed as he attempted to adjust his position, and then snarled in frustration as he discovered that he couldn’t even hitch himself up on the pillows because if he tried to move towards the head of the bed he stretched his legs, and if he tried to move down to the foot… Oh this was just fantastic.
Never mind the fact that Chris was there (free and able to move at his own pleasure), he was there totally naked. Not a shred of anything to cover any part of him - including the cock that was there for Zach to see, clear as day. Never mind the fact that Chris knew Zach always woke up horny on some level - now he was horny and cuffed. Horny and cuffed and annoyed.
Slamming his head against the pillow he clenched his eyes shut and growled loudly as he shook all four limbs. The rattling of the cuffs against the metalwork of the bed complemented - in his head - the sound of sleepy irritation and frustration he uttered. A pleasantly unpleasant discordant representation of his current situation.
"You know, that online shop where I ordered those chains is awesome," Chris said after making a smacking noise, the spoon withdrawn from his mouth. "They give new customers a twenty bucks discount and you can choose from three different fake companies as the sender on the package. I chose computer supplies," he chatted as if this was a perfectly normal situation in which to discuss such irrelevant details. "So just in case one of my neighbors had to take the package nobody would've suspected anything kinky. Oh, and you know what's even better?" He asked without giving Zach the opportunity to reply, even if he had wanted to. "I actually just wanted to order handcuffs with a longer chain, so you'd be a bit more comfortable than I was, but then I found this awesome set which was on sale. Oh, and they give you a little gift package when you order with them the first time. Got a bottle of lube and a box of penis and boob shaped chocolates."
“Fascinating.”
Ignore him and he’ll get bored. He always gets bored easily. Remember the time you took him to MoMA and he whined all through it until you left and bought him coffee…
"Aww, are you sulking?" Chris asked with a fake concerned voice and put the spoon in the ice cream box. "I better keep you company then." And with that he got up from the armchair and walked over to the bed to sit down next to Zach's legs but not touching him. "You know, this ice cream is really great," he said and took another spoonful, closing his eyes again and making that delighted humming noise as he slowly licked the spoon. A bit of the half-melted ice cream dripped down the edge of the spoon, however, and Zach couldn't be quite sure whether Chris had let that happen on purpose or not as it fell onto his chest and slowly slid down towards his belly button. "Ooops. Damn. Hm... now wouldn't it be great if you could lick this off me. Bet you'd love that, huh?"
“Not particularly,” Zach replied in a monotone. He wasn’t sulking, and he certainly wasn’t interested in licking disgusting, half melted ice cream off Chris’ stomach and chest.
Who the hell was he kidding? Of course he was sulking! Jesus, he was cuffed and chained to his bed, and there was a strikingly gorgeous naked man on the end of it. A naked man with a pale trail of ice cream contrasting with his Californian tan. A trail of ice cream that Zach was certain he could smell even from his prone position feet away.
“Not hungry,” he grumbled unable to take his eyes off Chris’ stomach where there was a pooling of cream colored liquid in and around his belly button. He closed his eyes and grimaced as his stomach traitorously growled and tried to think boring thoughts to stop the butterfly sensation spreading lower to his dick.
Too late. He huffed slightly when he felt himself twitch against his thigh. Damnit… why wouldn’t his body play fair with him?
Chris’ eyes rested exactly on the body part in question for a few seconds, then he looked back up at Zach, eyebrows raised and that crooked grin back on his lips. "Uh huh," he said, the sarcasm even audible in those two short syllables. "Guess I'll be doing the eating then," he added before he wiped the ice cream from his stomach and chest with his index finger and sucked it clean, his tongue purposefully darting out for Zach to see. Then he lifted his legs and brought them onto the bed completely, kneeling and positioning himself over Zach's thighs to straddle him... agonizingly close to his half-hard cock but not nearly close enough. "Oh by the way," Chris started, waving about with his spoon above Zach's body, his tone once more indicating that everything he said was as thoroughly planned as possible, all part of his evil little scheme. "Do you wanna pick a safe word too or are we gonna stick to 'plaid'?
Zach just glared up at him, his nostrils flaring because his mouth was clamped shut. Clamped shut because he didn’t know yet whether he could trust himself to say something rather than yell something. And not just about ‘plaid’…
Safe word. Safe word… Why the fuck couldn’t he think of one solitary intelligent sounding word to use? C’mon - anything was better than plaid!
“Banjo,” he replied impulsively, his eyes widening as he heard himself. Where had that come from? Shit, he knew this would happen at some point. He knew that Chris would take great delight in planning his revenge - why hadn’t he prepared? Done some meditation exercises to calm his mind and body’s responses. Actually put some thought into a safe word instead of… banjo??
And Zach realized the answer to at least one of those questions. No meditation because a large part of him had been looking forwards to this. Waiting to see what kind of torture Chris would put him through.
A snorted chuckle came from Chris as he lowered his gaze for a moment, and it actually seemed like he fought hard not to laugh - at least there was some decency left in him. "Okay," he said and swallowed down the laugh that quite visibly threatened to bubble from his lips. "But I guess you won't be needing that.... for a while." His voice became lower, slightly husky as he said it. It was remarkable how easy the game seemed to be for him, now that he was in control, and Zach began to wonder whether his boyfriend might not surprise him with a lot more patience than he had thought possible.
Sitting back comfortably on Zach's thighs, Chris dipped the spoon into the ice cream once more and brought a generous amount of it up. But instead of guiding the spoon to his mouth he let it hover above Zach's chest and stomach, his head tilted slightly as if he was trying to make up his mind on where exactly to let the ice cream drop onto Zach's skin. Then, only a second or two later, the dollop landed on Zach's belly.
He felt his muscles constrict immediately and his back arched as he automatically tried to pull his body away from the freezing cold lump. But of course he couldn’t - he could barely wriggle which only caused the ice cream to slide about, spreading the coldness further over his belly.
“Bastard!” he gasped out rather than yelling because he felt like his lungs had shrunk inside his chest the moment the freezing dollop had landed on him, and he wasn’t entirely sure whether the title was addressed to Chris or to the ice cream. He twitched again as he felt a trickle of iciness down his right hand side, a cool thin finger of liquid that tickled like hell.
"Mmh, now you look delicious," Chris said teasingly, still grinning, still with that almost innocent but at the same time devilishly mischievous tone before he leaned forward, his mouth barely an inch from Zach's skin. His eyes were fixed on his boyfriend, though, and he did not seem inclined to do anything else just yet. "Want me to remove this?" he asked nodding towards the ice cream on Zach's stomach and side.
Don't give in...
Zach had a suspicion that even if he replied 'pretty please, with a chunky monkey cherry on top' that this was merely a prelude to meanness... an entry way to the teasing that he knew was headed his way. And even though the ice cream was cold as hell, it was bearable. More so since the initial shock had worn off. Not that having half-melted dairy products spreading over his skin wasn't on the ick side of Zach's comfort zone, but it was something he could live with. For now.
He tilted his head to one side and moved his shoulders in as much of a shrug as the cuffs would allow. “If I look so delicious, I'm surprised you can resist long enough to talk,” he replied deciding to wait and see what other game play tactics Chris had in his armoury.
For a split-second Chris' eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared before he closed his eyes for a little longer than a regular blink - a clear sign of frustration. And the way he eyed Zach then, his gaze traveling back and forth between his face and belly, clearly indicated that he didn't immediately know how to respond. Then the smile returned to his features, sardonic as it could be. "You know, why don't I put this back into the freezer for a while? It's almost melted." He hadn't even finished his sentence as he already got up from the bed and made his way to the door.
As he watched the door close Zach smirked, feeling pretty pleased with himself. Even tied to the bed he was still able to fluster Chris. Then he felt a dampness on his back - the side where the ice cream had trickled. More had obviously followed and had soaked into the sheet underneath him leaving a cold, damp, slightly sticky patch. Not the most pleasant thing to be lying on - even if it was only the remains of ice cream. Zach braced his heels on the mattress and lifted his ass to try and shift an inch or two away. Only to watch the pool of cream colored liquid on his stomach tremble and then follow the track down his side and under him again. And he couldn't move any further... not unless he wanted to pull his shoulder out of its socket.
Urgh... fuck.
And he knew he had no-one to blame for this except himself. And where the hell was Chris? It didn't take this long to get to the kitchen and back.
Or maybe it did, because Chris was gone no shorter than fifteen or maybe even twenty minutes before the door of the bedroom finally opened again. Still naked and still with the ice cream in one hand, he walked in and smiled at Zach as if nothing had happened. "I'm sorry, I had to let Noah out into the yard. But of course I had to get dressed first and then undress again, so it took me a while," he explained, not sounding sorry at all. Only now when his boyfriend had reached the bed Zach could see that he was holding a damp washcloth in his other hand.
"Quite the mess you're lying in. Want me to clean you up a bit before we continue? All you have to do is ask nicely."
Was dignity really worth the price of lying in an unpleasant damp patch for God knew how long? Was he really that stubborn?
Zach mentally shrugged as he mulled that question over... well, normally yeah, he was that stubborn. But really he had brought this on himself by his treatment of Chris, and his boyfriend appeared to be in a playful rather than malicious mood. So he could play along right? Would it really be that difficult to give up some control for once?
He closed his eyes and breathed in for a count of three before opening them again, seeing Chris still standing there.
“Please. Please can you clean me up?”
Urgh... it made him cringe inside to hear his own voice like that - all submissive and... needy.
"Sure," Chris said in a sweet-tempered tone, smiling even more sweetly as he put the ice cream on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently brought the wash cloth - warm and not soaked with cold water - to Zach's skin and, almost in a caress, removed the sticky remains of the ice cream. When he was finished with Zach's body he pulled at the bedding a bit, moving most of the wet and stained parts further towards the edge and away from underneath his boyfriend. "There. Better?" he asked, putting away the cloth and taking up the ice cream again, and his tone could have been mocking or genuinely affectionate - maybe it was a bit of both.
He bit back the snarky reply that immediately came to mind. The one that would no doubt have Chris turning and leaving the room... leaving him alone again. So he decided on the safest three word reply he could think of.
“Yes... thank you.”
"See, wasn't that hard," Chris said with a grin as his eyes roamed over Zach's body, stopping at his half erect cock. "Hm, guess we gotta do something about that. Now where was I earlier?" As if he didn't know, that bastard.
Chris settled back to his previous position, straddling Zach's thighs and opening the ice cream box that had a fine sheen of frozen water on the outside. He obviously had really put it back into the freezer for the time he was gone. But instead of dipping the spoon inside he held it to the wall for a few seconds and then, pure mischief glinting in his eyes, he brought the convex side of the spoon to Zach's lower chest, running the ice cold metal down his stomach with a snake-like motion.
Zach squealed as he inhaled with a gasp. No words, just that horrifically embarrassing high pitched noise which he knew in the small part of his mind that wasn't currently screaming 'coldcoldcoldcoldCOLD!' Chris would never let him forget. Ever.
Biting his lip to stifle any further potentially mortifying sounds, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the fact that although the sensation hadn't been really that pleasant, it had turned him on. A lot. As in nipple hardening, cock twitching arousal.
The spoon traveled down and up again in slow waves until the cold sensation was gone and the metal had absorbed his body temperature. "Guess this warmed up nicely," Chris said as he held the spoon to his palm. Right, as if he had needed to warm it up if he hadn't half frozen it in the first place!
"Now why don't we finish what we started earlier?" he asked as he dipped the spoon into the ice cream. Bringing forth a generous amount of it, he let the spoon hover over Zach's lower abdomen for a while, dangerously close to his cock. Blue eyes were fixed on Zach's and the tiniest of smirks played around the corners of Chris' mouth before he tilted the spoon and watched as the ice cream slowly slid down the metal, landing on the side of Zach's lower belly, right above the tuft of dark hair - probably the most ticklish spot on his entire body.
"Now... what would you like me to do this time?"
He tried not to move. Really tried to keep himself from twitching so that the ice cream wouldn't shift and dribble further over that sensitive part of his body. But fuuuck... it was cold and tingly and ticklish and COLD. Zach managed to stay relatively still - a few small muscle spasms but his breathing was coming in gasps now from the effort.
“Get it off me... ungh... please? Just...”
"How exactly?" Chris asked, playing innocent.
“Chriiiiis,” he growled in frustration, knowing that his boyfriend knew exactly what he wanted him to do.
"Uh-huh. Yes?" Chris looked at him, a sweet, boyish smile on his features, head tilted and eyebrows raised in question. "Something you wanna say?"
If he had a hand free Zach was scared that he would try and throttle his 'ever-loving' boyfriend. Though if he had a hand free he wouldn't be currently engaging in this ridiculous verbal cat and mouse game whilst a significant amount of semi-solid ice cream melted on his stomach, its teasingly cold fingers moving slowly south.
Fine... he knew what he wanted so why prolong this?
Looking up into those sparkling blue eyes above him, Zach chewed his bottom lip and sighed. “Can you please eat the ice cream? The ice cream that's on me, I mean... not the... yeah.”
"With the spoon?"
“Fucking HELL Chris! Eat it with silverware and a friggin' napkin for all I care!”
"Napkin?" Chris asked, not nearly as flustered as he had been last time when things hadn't gone as he had obviously planned. "Shall I go fetch one... or... do you have another suggestion?"
Torn between telling Chris to yes, go and fetch a napkin and a tablecloth and even a fucking carnation 'for the table' and wanting him, really wanting to feel him to press his lips and tongue against his stomach... and everywhere else, Zach snarled.
Why couldn't Chris just take the control from him? Make the decisions rather than forcing him to actually relinquish it?
“Mouth,” he growled sharply. Fuck this - if Chris wanted instruction, then he'd give him instruction. “Yours, on me - eat the ice cream.”
"You didn't say please," Chris pouted but then the teasing and sadistic expression vanished from his features and he gave Zach a smile, a warm, non-mischievous smile, and his tone was a lot softer despite the teasing words when he spoke: "But you said it earlier so I'll let you get away with it this once."
And then he finally lowered his head, sliding back down to kneel somewhere above Zach's knees now, and just a second later Chris' tongue darted out, gently lapping and nibbling on the ice cream covered skin, lips placing small kisses where his tongue had licked Zach clean.
The light touches sent shockwaves up Zach's spine and he lifted his ass, pressing up against Chris' mouth. If he'd been semi-hard before then now he was fully hard - well as fully hard as he ever got without his cock being touched.
“Hnnggh... oh shit, yes...” he moaned, tilting his head back against the pillow and clenching his hands into fists, the tension in his arms making the chains rattle.
It took only a second for another shockingly cold dollop of ice cream landing on his stomach and then, same as before, being licked off by a warm mouth. Chris let out a soft humming sound as his tongue traced the path a drop of molten ice cream had run down Zach's side, the touch vibrating against Zach's skin as his boyfriend began to suckle on a spot right above the hipbone. Gaze lifted and eyes locked with Zach's, Chris grinned slightly before he straightened up again and took another spoonful of Ben & Jerry's. This time, however, he held the spoon not over Zach's belly but right above his cock, the coolness of it already reaching him through the barely an inch distance. And then, all mischievous grinning and smirking gone and replaced by a lustful, hungry expression as Chris bit his lower lip, he ran the spoon along the entire length of Zach's erection, leaving a thin line of ice cream from base to head.
“Hooo...llllyyyy!” he practically screamed at the ceiling, as his entire body tensed. Every muscle just froze, not just from the cold but also - mostly - from the way his cock stiffened further. He could feel it; ramrod straight against his body though he wasn't looking down at himself. He couldn't because he thought if he did he would just come there and then. And as much as he wanted to, as much as he desperately needed that release he wanted to hold on - perversely tormenting himself.
“Ohmagodohmagod... oh... my... god...” he heard himself panting. The words rolled into one single word, repeated over and over again for the best part of twenty, maybe thirty seconds. Zach wasn't sure anymore - wasn't sure of anything except the need to have Chris' mouth follow the path of the spoon.
And thank God he wasn't playing games at this point anymore. There had been barely time for the cold sensation to fully develop as he felt that deliciously hot tongue at the base of his shaft, at first just the tip gently following the trail of ice cream, lapping up the sweet treat as it traveled further and further up. Then Chris' lips closed around Zach's cock and sucked. Hard. Making those incredible humming noises in the back of his throat as his tongue encircled the head and licked off any remaining bit of ice cream.
Holy shit that felt good. Before messing with Chris with the ice cubes, Zach had never considered himself to have any kind of food kink so he had been a little surprised at how much he'd enjoyed himself that morning - never mind how much Chris had. But now? On paper the idea of having ice cream smeared on his skin and then licked off would probably - in fact would actually - have him curling his lip in semi-disgust. But in practice? Fucking hot. Mildly uncomfortable, but stratospherically stimulating.
“Nnnnngh... oh yesyesyes,” he whined as he pushed himself upwards, his toes curling as he pulled against the cuffs and chains. So close... sosososososoclose...
But of course. This torture wouldn't be perfect if Chris didn't exactly know and didn't lift his head exactly a second or two before Zach would have come. "Mmmhh," he sighed in delight, one hand gently caressing Zach's upper thigh, a wry grin on his lips. "That really was delicious. But you know, I don't think I can eat any more ice cream. Why don't I go and put this back into the freezer so we can finish it another time?" He asked, pointing to the Ben & Jerry's box and sitting up straight.
“Fuck you, Pine,” Zach croaked as he wondered how much strength he would need to break the fucking ironwork on this fucking bed… just to get a hand free. He was so close - right on the pinnacle of release and that goddamn bastard knew it.
"Maybe later," Chris said, that mischievous, sadistic, evil grin and tone back as he got up from the bed and left the bedroom. Only this time his steps were quicker, even rushed, and Zach could not have missed to see the effect their previous activities had had on Chris. And unlike last time, thank God, he returned only a minute later, hands free of ice cream.
He didn't say a word as he walked back to the bed and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Zach's lips, not taunting or teasing this time but genuinely affectionate.
Zach could hear rather than see him rummaging in the drawer of the nightstand before Chris sat back on the bed, one hand running down Zach's chest, fingertips playing with the hair, a thumb circling around a nipple. The other hand opened the bottle of lube, and to Zach's surprise Chris straddled his thighs again and applied a generous amount of the clear gel to Zach's cock instead of fucking him - though he probably would have had to adjust the shackles for that anyway or take them off completely. Then he lifted his lower body and positioned himself right above Zach, only an inch or two apart but waiting.
Oh god… oh my fucking deity of all things kinked and gay…
Zach was torn between wanting, seriously mind-blowingly instinctually needing to lift his ass up and give himself what he wanted, to take what was being offered and not knowing if this was just another part in the game Chris was playing with him. He could barely breathe as indecision tore at him for what seemed an eternity but was probably no more than a few seconds. Heart hammering in his chest, and a sense of impending explosion in his lower body he just lay there, staring up at Chris, a low whimpering in his ears. His whimpering…
Something crossed over Chris’ features then - nothing Zach could put his finger on, especially as he knew his head was all over the fucking place but it was enough. It was a sign right? Some kind of encouragement. Had to be… Please?
Heels braced against the bed, Zach held the chains in his hands and lifted himself. Not far enough to actually fuck Chris, but close enough to feel him, to feel skin against his dick.
“Shhhiiiiit,” he moaned as his cock rubbed against the ass above him.
Chris bit his lower lip, a smile still on his features as he looked down at Zach, amused as it seemed, yet longing at the same time. He brought one hand behind himself and leaned forward, one hand flat on Zach's chest, the weight of his upper body supported. And then, with a tormenting slow motion, he lowered himself onto Zach's hard cock. His eyes fell shut, lips opened in a breathless sigh until he sat. He made no attempt to move just yet, and when he opened his eyes again, just as Zach almost thrust up against him, he released a soft chuckle and pushed his hand against his boyfriend's stomach with a little more pressure. "Don't move," he said, still smirking, though his voice had become slightly raspy and low. "Just don't move... at all. 'Kay?"
Nodding silently Zach swallowed hard, his mouth and throat dry as he worked his tongue around in an attempt to create some saliva. He tensed his legs as his toes curled and tried to will himself to relax, tried to tell himself that relaxing would make it easier to stay still, to ignore the urge to lift and thrust, to ignore the delicious tightness surrounding his cock.
He lay there silent and wide eyed, partly because he didn’t trust his brain enough to produce anything other than a groan or gibberish and also because he had a weird image of his lips sticking to his teeth if he even opened his mouth.
"Oh this is awesome, I've never seen you like this," Chris said softly in a tone that showed both amusement and arousal. Then he moved forward just the tiniest little bit, probably just to adjust his position and not to tease him with the movement, and Zach could tell that Chris made an effort to relax his muscles, not clench and tighten them around him - sitting there ready to be fucked, firmly wrapped around him, but nothing was happening.
Until Chris' right hand reached for his own cock and he ran it upwards with a slow, firm stroke.
Every last remaining coherent thought in Zach’s head just dissolved in that instant as he focused his gaze solely on the hand. The hand on that glorious cock. The hand gripping that…
“I… ohhhh… Chris…”
Oh Jesus - this was too much. Evil and sadistic. Evil and sadistic and sexy as fuck…
His mouth suddenly flooded with saliva as though his body was on Chris’ side in this game and wanted to taunt him further by providing lubricant when he couldn’t use it. It did have one benefit though - it meant he could lick his lips. Which he did. Slowly and lasciviously before sucking in his bottom lip and lifting his upper lip in a snarl.
Oh you like that, huh?" Chris breathed, his voice barely rising above a hoarse whisper as his hand moved in a slow but steady rhythm. His eyes fell shut again for a short moment, and as his hand twisted with the upward movement, his thumb encircling the tip, Zach could feel Chris' muscles twitching around him once. But then he opened his eyes again and locked gazes with Zach as the pace of his hand increased. Panted breaths were coming through his nostrils, his mouth firmly shut. His free hand roamed upwards, ran over Zach's chest in a hard, firm stroke, short fingernails softly grazing the skin around his nipples. And when Chris' forehead wrinkled, his lips opened and his muscles tightened almost painfully around Zach's dick it was obvious he was close. Damn close.
"Don't come yet," he half growled, half gasped as he lifted his hips with half the speed of his hand movement, almost making Zach withdraw completely before he lowered himself again, taking him in even deeper than before and groaning in pleasure.
“Don’t know… Oh god… Trying.” The last word was whined out as Zach nodded frantically and made tight fists, his nails digging into his palms. The sharp pain helped - a little. So did squeezing his eyes shut, until he heard Chris’ hissing breath and his brain poked him to remind him of what he was missing. And as he lay there trying to keep himself still, barely breathing in case he lost control he felt his right thigh begin to tremble under Chris’ ass with the unreleased tension in his body. It just all felt…
God, everything right now felt overwhelming and intense and irresistible and so fucking vast. An enormity of emotion and sensation and pure basic sense that was driving him mad. He could hear noises - groans and higher pitched whines - and couldn’t work out where they came from. Couldn’t focus on anything long enough to figure out what or who was making them.
All he was aware of was a need building in his abdomen, a pressure that he was now certain would kill him if he didn’t get some sort of release because his heart was beating so quickly, and he couldn’t seem to breathe in enough oxygen to stop his head spinning. But, as he briefly thought before even that scattered, what a fucking glorious way to die.
A long, low growl came over Chris' lips, and Zach could see that he was biting his lower lip hard as his body started to tremble. The movements of his hand on his cock and his hips thrusting up and down became frantic, and the only control he still seemed to have rested in his left hand, pushing firmly against Zach's stomach to still prevent him from moving, to hold him in place.
That restriction on his movement didn’t prevent him for long though as he tensed every muscle he was aware of and just pushed. Pushed his hips upwards as far as Chris’ hand and body weight would allow. But it was enough - more than enough as he felt Chris tense around his dick.
If he’d thought he was going to die before, then this - this heightened sensation of joy and bliss must be heaven. Zach arched his back, lifting his upper body off the bed as he used the chains as leverage and ignoring the warning ache in his shoulders. No - embracing the ache as it joined the glorious ache in his balls as they tightened under Chris as he felt himself begin to twitch inside him.
“Chris… Chris…” he moaned before his orgasm overtook his body.
He lost sense of time, lost sense of where he was, who he was. Lost sense of almost everything bar the explosive orgasm that was causing his hips to buck and twitch, the growling scream that was released from his chest and the echoed yell from above him, the rattling of metal against metal as his body shook and finally the sticky wetness that dripped onto his stomach.
With a final growl Chris collapsed onto Zach's chest, lying sweaty, sticky and hot on him as their chests heaved with their panted breathing, harsh, raspy sounds that were coming from both their lips. Zach wasn't sure how long they both just lay there, caught in the afterglow of bliss and pleasure from one of the - if not the - most intense orgasms he'd ever had. When Chris lifted his head, his breathing having calmed down just a little, he smiled at Zach, grinned even, and placed a firm but gentle kiss to his lips.
"Woah, that was... so fucking hot. You were fucking hot, you know that?"
Stretching up slightly to return the kiss, though it was more just a brushing of lips because he was too blissfully exhausted to do much more than that, Zach grinned.
“You’re a sadistic bastard, Pine,” he breathed against the younger man’s lips, just enjoying being able to touch him with some part of himself. “But yes… it was fucking hot. Am I dead now?”
"Uh huh, dead and in heaven," Chris laughed hoarsely as his hand came up to run through Zach's short hair. "Or... maybe in hell? I dunno." Some of the mischief was back in the expression on his features, but the caress of his hand was gentle, a loving gesture that was almost as tender as the look in Chris' blue eyes. "Though I don't think I have any more energy for devilish games, so... want me to untie you?"
“You have to ask?” he chuckled breathlessly in reply. “Though I don’t think I’m good for much of anything if you do.”
"Yeah, but you'll be able to curl up and wrap your arms around me," Chris replied and kissed Zach once more. Then he made a soft sound in the back of his throat, a stifled yawn or sigh before he lifted himself up and turned around to first undo the shackles - apparently you didn't even need a key for it, not that this information would've been of any use to Zach, though, since he wouldn't have been able to move enough to reach either fastening - and then the handcuffs.
"How's that feel?"
“Mmm, better,” he replied, ignoring the slight ache in his neck and shoulders which had probably been caused more by his straining and pulling than the position he’d been held in. He rolled his shoulders feeling the muscles start to loosen before he lifted a hand to touch Chris’ face, fingers tracing cheekbones and jaw before moving round to run them through the untidy damp hair.
“Come here, you,” he growled as he pulled Chris close to kiss him, wriggling his toes and turning onto his side as his tongue slid in between the warm, supple lips. This definitely wasn’t hell…
Chris sighed contently against the soft contact of their lips, and they found a comfortable position for both of them, Zach lying half on his side, Chris half on top of him, their legs entwined and arms around each other. "So... are we even then?" Chris asked, smiling slightly.
As much as part of him wanted to raise a sardonic eyebrow and give a protesting warning that what he’d just endured… okay, enjoyed… was worse than what he’d ‘forced’ on Chris, Zach didn’t want to spoil the relaxed, calm moment with bickering about turns or who was more evil than the other.
“I… guess so,” he gently teased with a smirk, chuckling as he saw Chris’ eyes narrow. Pulling him closer and ignoring the growing need for both of them to shower, he peppered light kisses over Chris’ mouth and cheeks working his way downwards. He could feel the earlier intense high start to dissipate as his limbs grew relaxed and heavy.
“Now shut up and let me fall asleep under you, Chris,” he murmured as he nuzzled the soft skin of the other’s neck. “And yes… we’re even.”
And they were. For now.
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild bondage
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 6813
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: Follow on from Thank God for Plaid
The bright burning sensation in his eyes was the first thing he was aware of. That orangey-red-yellowness that he could ‘see’ through his closed eyelids; bright sunshine that invaded his sleep and warmed his face.
The second thing he was aware of was Noah lying on his lower legs, pinning him on his back to the bed.
The third thing, which confused the hell out of him as his brain slowly began forming real coherent thoughts, was the coolness of the ambient air contrasting with the patches of warm sun that he could feel over his skin. His naked, uncovered skin.
What the fuck? He must have had some really weird dreams last night if he’d managed to kick the covers off himself completely. And why hadn’t Chris pulled them back over him? Selfish bastard was probably hogging them for himself or had already woken and left him like this. And how did Noah get in? The dog knew he wasn’t allowed in the bedroom unless invited - or unless Chris had left the door open when he’d got up. Because Zach was pretty sure - still half asleep as he was - that he was alone in bed. Well alone with an oversized hulk of a dog preventing him from moving his legs.
“Ungh, Noah - off,” Zach grumbled quietly, wrinkling his nose as he moved his arm-
Huh?
He cracked one eyelid open, whimpering and squinting at the too bright light and tried to move again. Nothing but a rattle. And his vision was flooded with ghosts of the sunshine that was flooding through the window - small white squares that floated in front of anything and everything that he tried to focus on. It was pointless trying to see why his arm wouldn’t move, so Zach closed it again and went to roll over-
Rattle. Rattle… …
“You bastard!” Zach bellowed loudly. Eyes still closed, though the anti-shadows in his vision were fading now, he knew that Chris was still in the room even if he wasn’t in the bed. He knew it. Just like he knew that unless Noah had lost a dramatic amount of weight or been transformed into metal overnight, that he had nothing to do with Zach’s inability to move any of his limbs.
“You cocksucking asshole, Pine - let me outta these things!” he yelled again, tensing his muscles and pulling… as though that was going to do anything more than give him an injury. And that would be a great thing to try and explain, right? Injury received after his dick of a boyfriend clamped him to his own bed because he couldn’t take a joke…
Breathing hard already from the exertion Zach opened his eyes a crack, his gaze roaming around the room until it found Chris.
His boyfriend was sitting there in the armchair opposite the bed, his legs dangling over the armrest, gloriously naked and with the biggest shit-eating grin on his features before he let out one of those breathy, high chuckles. "Oh man, your face... this is better than watching TV," he said and shook his head before his hand moved towards his lap, and Zach could make out two items he was holding in his hands: what looked like an ice cream box in one and a spoon in the other. Dipping it into the ice cream, Chris brought the spoon to his mouth and closed his eyes as he released a hummed sound of delight. "Mmmh, Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. God, I love this stuff."
“So this is your idea of torture? I lie here trussed to the bed and watch you eat ice-cream? God, I may just die of boredom.”
Zach tried to make himself sound bored and unimpressed as he attempted to adjust his position, and then snarled in frustration as he discovered that he couldn’t even hitch himself up on the pillows because if he tried to move towards the head of the bed he stretched his legs, and if he tried to move down to the foot… Oh this was just fantastic.
Never mind the fact that Chris was there (free and able to move at his own pleasure), he was there totally naked. Not a shred of anything to cover any part of him - including the cock that was there for Zach to see, clear as day. Never mind the fact that Chris knew Zach always woke up horny on some level - now he was horny and cuffed. Horny and cuffed and annoyed.
Slamming his head against the pillow he clenched his eyes shut and growled loudly as he shook all four limbs. The rattling of the cuffs against the metalwork of the bed complemented - in his head - the sound of sleepy irritation and frustration he uttered. A pleasantly unpleasant discordant representation of his current situation.
"You know, that online shop where I ordered those chains is awesome," Chris said after making a smacking noise, the spoon withdrawn from his mouth. "They give new customers a twenty bucks discount and you can choose from three different fake companies as the sender on the package. I chose computer supplies," he chatted as if this was a perfectly normal situation in which to discuss such irrelevant details. "So just in case one of my neighbors had to take the package nobody would've suspected anything kinky. Oh, and you know what's even better?" He asked without giving Zach the opportunity to reply, even if he had wanted to. "I actually just wanted to order handcuffs with a longer chain, so you'd be a bit more comfortable than I was, but then I found this awesome set which was on sale. Oh, and they give you a little gift package when you order with them the first time. Got a bottle of lube and a box of penis and boob shaped chocolates."
“Fascinating.”
Ignore him and he’ll get bored. He always gets bored easily. Remember the time you took him to MoMA and he whined all through it until you left and bought him coffee…
"Aww, are you sulking?" Chris asked with a fake concerned voice and put the spoon in the ice cream box. "I better keep you company then." And with that he got up from the armchair and walked over to the bed to sit down next to Zach's legs but not touching him. "You know, this ice cream is really great," he said and took another spoonful, closing his eyes again and making that delighted humming noise as he slowly licked the spoon. A bit of the half-melted ice cream dripped down the edge of the spoon, however, and Zach couldn't be quite sure whether Chris had let that happen on purpose or not as it fell onto his chest and slowly slid down towards his belly button. "Ooops. Damn. Hm... now wouldn't it be great if you could lick this off me. Bet you'd love that, huh?"
“Not particularly,” Zach replied in a monotone. He wasn’t sulking, and he certainly wasn’t interested in licking disgusting, half melted ice cream off Chris’ stomach and chest.
Who the hell was he kidding? Of course he was sulking! Jesus, he was cuffed and chained to his bed, and there was a strikingly gorgeous naked man on the end of it. A naked man with a pale trail of ice cream contrasting with his Californian tan. A trail of ice cream that Zach was certain he could smell even from his prone position feet away.
“Not hungry,” he grumbled unable to take his eyes off Chris’ stomach where there was a pooling of cream colored liquid in and around his belly button. He closed his eyes and grimaced as his stomach traitorously growled and tried to think boring thoughts to stop the butterfly sensation spreading lower to his dick.
Too late. He huffed slightly when he felt himself twitch against his thigh. Damnit… why wouldn’t his body play fair with him?
Chris’ eyes rested exactly on the body part in question for a few seconds, then he looked back up at Zach, eyebrows raised and that crooked grin back on his lips. "Uh huh," he said, the sarcasm even audible in those two short syllables. "Guess I'll be doing the eating then," he added before he wiped the ice cream from his stomach and chest with his index finger and sucked it clean, his tongue purposefully darting out for Zach to see. Then he lifted his legs and brought them onto the bed completely, kneeling and positioning himself over Zach's thighs to straddle him... agonizingly close to his half-hard cock but not nearly close enough. "Oh by the way," Chris started, waving about with his spoon above Zach's body, his tone once more indicating that everything he said was as thoroughly planned as possible, all part of his evil little scheme. "Do you wanna pick a safe word too or are we gonna stick to 'plaid'?
Zach just glared up at him, his nostrils flaring because his mouth was clamped shut. Clamped shut because he didn’t know yet whether he could trust himself to say something rather than yell something. And not just about ‘plaid’…
Safe word. Safe word… Why the fuck couldn’t he think of one solitary intelligent sounding word to use? C’mon - anything was better than plaid!
“Banjo,” he replied impulsively, his eyes widening as he heard himself. Where had that come from? Shit, he knew this would happen at some point. He knew that Chris would take great delight in planning his revenge - why hadn’t he prepared? Done some meditation exercises to calm his mind and body’s responses. Actually put some thought into a safe word instead of… banjo??
And Zach realized the answer to at least one of those questions. No meditation because a large part of him had been looking forwards to this. Waiting to see what kind of torture Chris would put him through.
A snorted chuckle came from Chris as he lowered his gaze for a moment, and it actually seemed like he fought hard not to laugh - at least there was some decency left in him. "Okay," he said and swallowed down the laugh that quite visibly threatened to bubble from his lips. "But I guess you won't be needing that.... for a while." His voice became lower, slightly husky as he said it. It was remarkable how easy the game seemed to be for him, now that he was in control, and Zach began to wonder whether his boyfriend might not surprise him with a lot more patience than he had thought possible.
Sitting back comfortably on Zach's thighs, Chris dipped the spoon into the ice cream once more and brought a generous amount of it up. But instead of guiding the spoon to his mouth he let it hover above Zach's chest and stomach, his head tilted slightly as if he was trying to make up his mind on where exactly to let the ice cream drop onto Zach's skin. Then, only a second or two later, the dollop landed on Zach's belly.
He felt his muscles constrict immediately and his back arched as he automatically tried to pull his body away from the freezing cold lump. But of course he couldn’t - he could barely wriggle which only caused the ice cream to slide about, spreading the coldness further over his belly.
“Bastard!” he gasped out rather than yelling because he felt like his lungs had shrunk inside his chest the moment the freezing dollop had landed on him, and he wasn’t entirely sure whether the title was addressed to Chris or to the ice cream. He twitched again as he felt a trickle of iciness down his right hand side, a cool thin finger of liquid that tickled like hell.
"Mmh, now you look delicious," Chris said teasingly, still grinning, still with that almost innocent but at the same time devilishly mischievous tone before he leaned forward, his mouth barely an inch from Zach's skin. His eyes were fixed on his boyfriend, though, and he did not seem inclined to do anything else just yet. "Want me to remove this?" he asked nodding towards the ice cream on Zach's stomach and side.
Don't give in...
Zach had a suspicion that even if he replied 'pretty please, with a chunky monkey cherry on top' that this was merely a prelude to meanness... an entry way to the teasing that he knew was headed his way. And even though the ice cream was cold as hell, it was bearable. More so since the initial shock had worn off. Not that having half-melted dairy products spreading over his skin wasn't on the ick side of Zach's comfort zone, but it was something he could live with. For now.
He tilted his head to one side and moved his shoulders in as much of a shrug as the cuffs would allow. “If I look so delicious, I'm surprised you can resist long enough to talk,” he replied deciding to wait and see what other game play tactics Chris had in his armoury.
For a split-second Chris' eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared before he closed his eyes for a little longer than a regular blink - a clear sign of frustration. And the way he eyed Zach then, his gaze traveling back and forth between his face and belly, clearly indicated that he didn't immediately know how to respond. Then the smile returned to his features, sardonic as it could be. "You know, why don't I put this back into the freezer for a while? It's almost melted." He hadn't even finished his sentence as he already got up from the bed and made his way to the door.
As he watched the door close Zach smirked, feeling pretty pleased with himself. Even tied to the bed he was still able to fluster Chris. Then he felt a dampness on his back - the side where the ice cream had trickled. More had obviously followed and had soaked into the sheet underneath him leaving a cold, damp, slightly sticky patch. Not the most pleasant thing to be lying on - even if it was only the remains of ice cream. Zach braced his heels on the mattress and lifted his ass to try and shift an inch or two away. Only to watch the pool of cream colored liquid on his stomach tremble and then follow the track down his side and under him again. And he couldn't move any further... not unless he wanted to pull his shoulder out of its socket.
Urgh... fuck.
And he knew he had no-one to blame for this except himself. And where the hell was Chris? It didn't take this long to get to the kitchen and back.
Or maybe it did, because Chris was gone no shorter than fifteen or maybe even twenty minutes before the door of the bedroom finally opened again. Still naked and still with the ice cream in one hand, he walked in and smiled at Zach as if nothing had happened. "I'm sorry, I had to let Noah out into the yard. But of course I had to get dressed first and then undress again, so it took me a while," he explained, not sounding sorry at all. Only now when his boyfriend had reached the bed Zach could see that he was holding a damp washcloth in his other hand.
"Quite the mess you're lying in. Want me to clean you up a bit before we continue? All you have to do is ask nicely."
Was dignity really worth the price of lying in an unpleasant damp patch for God knew how long? Was he really that stubborn?
Zach mentally shrugged as he mulled that question over... well, normally yeah, he was that stubborn. But really he had brought this on himself by his treatment of Chris, and his boyfriend appeared to be in a playful rather than malicious mood. So he could play along right? Would it really be that difficult to give up some control for once?
He closed his eyes and breathed in for a count of three before opening them again, seeing Chris still standing there.
“Please. Please can you clean me up?”
Urgh... it made him cringe inside to hear his own voice like that - all submissive and... needy.
"Sure," Chris said in a sweet-tempered tone, smiling even more sweetly as he put the ice cream on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently brought the wash cloth - warm and not soaked with cold water - to Zach's skin and, almost in a caress, removed the sticky remains of the ice cream. When he was finished with Zach's body he pulled at the bedding a bit, moving most of the wet and stained parts further towards the edge and away from underneath his boyfriend. "There. Better?" he asked, putting away the cloth and taking up the ice cream again, and his tone could have been mocking or genuinely affectionate - maybe it was a bit of both.
He bit back the snarky reply that immediately came to mind. The one that would no doubt have Chris turning and leaving the room... leaving him alone again. So he decided on the safest three word reply he could think of.
“Yes... thank you.”
"See, wasn't that hard," Chris said with a grin as his eyes roamed over Zach's body, stopping at his half erect cock. "Hm, guess we gotta do something about that. Now where was I earlier?" As if he didn't know, that bastard.
Chris settled back to his previous position, straddling Zach's thighs and opening the ice cream box that had a fine sheen of frozen water on the outside. He obviously had really put it back into the freezer for the time he was gone. But instead of dipping the spoon inside he held it to the wall for a few seconds and then, pure mischief glinting in his eyes, he brought the convex side of the spoon to Zach's lower chest, running the ice cold metal down his stomach with a snake-like motion.
Zach squealed as he inhaled with a gasp. No words, just that horrifically embarrassing high pitched noise which he knew in the small part of his mind that wasn't currently screaming 'coldcoldcoldcoldCOLD!' Chris would never let him forget. Ever.
Biting his lip to stifle any further potentially mortifying sounds, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the fact that although the sensation hadn't been really that pleasant, it had turned him on. A lot. As in nipple hardening, cock twitching arousal.
The spoon traveled down and up again in slow waves until the cold sensation was gone and the metal had absorbed his body temperature. "Guess this warmed up nicely," Chris said as he held the spoon to his palm. Right, as if he had needed to warm it up if he hadn't half frozen it in the first place!
"Now why don't we finish what we started earlier?" he asked as he dipped the spoon into the ice cream. Bringing forth a generous amount of it, he let the spoon hover over Zach's lower abdomen for a while, dangerously close to his cock. Blue eyes were fixed on Zach's and the tiniest of smirks played around the corners of Chris' mouth before he tilted the spoon and watched as the ice cream slowly slid down the metal, landing on the side of Zach's lower belly, right above the tuft of dark hair - probably the most ticklish spot on his entire body.
"Now... what would you like me to do this time?"
He tried not to move. Really tried to keep himself from twitching so that the ice cream wouldn't shift and dribble further over that sensitive part of his body. But fuuuck... it was cold and tingly and ticklish and COLD. Zach managed to stay relatively still - a few small muscle spasms but his breathing was coming in gasps now from the effort.
“Get it off me... ungh... please? Just...”
"How exactly?" Chris asked, playing innocent.
“Chriiiiis,” he growled in frustration, knowing that his boyfriend knew exactly what he wanted him to do.
"Uh-huh. Yes?" Chris looked at him, a sweet, boyish smile on his features, head tilted and eyebrows raised in question. "Something you wanna say?"
If he had a hand free Zach was scared that he would try and throttle his 'ever-loving' boyfriend. Though if he had a hand free he wouldn't be currently engaging in this ridiculous verbal cat and mouse game whilst a significant amount of semi-solid ice cream melted on his stomach, its teasingly cold fingers moving slowly south.
Fine... he knew what he wanted so why prolong this?
Looking up into those sparkling blue eyes above him, Zach chewed his bottom lip and sighed. “Can you please eat the ice cream? The ice cream that's on me, I mean... not the... yeah.”
"With the spoon?"
“Fucking HELL Chris! Eat it with silverware and a friggin' napkin for all I care!”
"Napkin?" Chris asked, not nearly as flustered as he had been last time when things hadn't gone as he had obviously planned. "Shall I go fetch one... or... do you have another suggestion?"
Torn between telling Chris to yes, go and fetch a napkin and a tablecloth and even a fucking carnation 'for the table' and wanting him, really wanting to feel him to press his lips and tongue against his stomach... and everywhere else, Zach snarled.
Why couldn't Chris just take the control from him? Make the decisions rather than forcing him to actually relinquish it?
“Mouth,” he growled sharply. Fuck this - if Chris wanted instruction, then he'd give him instruction. “Yours, on me - eat the ice cream.”
"You didn't say please," Chris pouted but then the teasing and sadistic expression vanished from his features and he gave Zach a smile, a warm, non-mischievous smile, and his tone was a lot softer despite the teasing words when he spoke: "But you said it earlier so I'll let you get away with it this once."
And then he finally lowered his head, sliding back down to kneel somewhere above Zach's knees now, and just a second later Chris' tongue darted out, gently lapping and nibbling on the ice cream covered skin, lips placing small kisses where his tongue had licked Zach clean.
The light touches sent shockwaves up Zach's spine and he lifted his ass, pressing up against Chris' mouth. If he'd been semi-hard before then now he was fully hard - well as fully hard as he ever got without his cock being touched.
“Hnnggh... oh shit, yes...” he moaned, tilting his head back against the pillow and clenching his hands into fists, the tension in his arms making the chains rattle.
It took only a second for another shockingly cold dollop of ice cream landing on his stomach and then, same as before, being licked off by a warm mouth. Chris let out a soft humming sound as his tongue traced the path a drop of molten ice cream had run down Zach's side, the touch vibrating against Zach's skin as his boyfriend began to suckle on a spot right above the hipbone. Gaze lifted and eyes locked with Zach's, Chris grinned slightly before he straightened up again and took another spoonful of Ben & Jerry's. This time, however, he held the spoon not over Zach's belly but right above his cock, the coolness of it already reaching him through the barely an inch distance. And then, all mischievous grinning and smirking gone and replaced by a lustful, hungry expression as Chris bit his lower lip, he ran the spoon along the entire length of Zach's erection, leaving a thin line of ice cream from base to head.
“Hooo...llllyyyy!” he practically screamed at the ceiling, as his entire body tensed. Every muscle just froze, not just from the cold but also - mostly - from the way his cock stiffened further. He could feel it; ramrod straight against his body though he wasn't looking down at himself. He couldn't because he thought if he did he would just come there and then. And as much as he wanted to, as much as he desperately needed that release he wanted to hold on - perversely tormenting himself.
“Ohmagodohmagod... oh... my... god...” he heard himself panting. The words rolled into one single word, repeated over and over again for the best part of twenty, maybe thirty seconds. Zach wasn't sure anymore - wasn't sure of anything except the need to have Chris' mouth follow the path of the spoon.
And thank God he wasn't playing games at this point anymore. There had been barely time for the cold sensation to fully develop as he felt that deliciously hot tongue at the base of his shaft, at first just the tip gently following the trail of ice cream, lapping up the sweet treat as it traveled further and further up. Then Chris' lips closed around Zach's cock and sucked. Hard. Making those incredible humming noises in the back of his throat as his tongue encircled the head and licked off any remaining bit of ice cream.
Holy shit that felt good. Before messing with Chris with the ice cubes, Zach had never considered himself to have any kind of food kink so he had been a little surprised at how much he'd enjoyed himself that morning - never mind how much Chris had. But now? On paper the idea of having ice cream smeared on his skin and then licked off would probably - in fact would actually - have him curling his lip in semi-disgust. But in practice? Fucking hot. Mildly uncomfortable, but stratospherically stimulating.
“Nnnnngh... oh yesyesyes,” he whined as he pushed himself upwards, his toes curling as he pulled against the cuffs and chains. So close... sosososososoclose...
But of course. This torture wouldn't be perfect if Chris didn't exactly know and didn't lift his head exactly a second or two before Zach would have come. "Mmmhh," he sighed in delight, one hand gently caressing Zach's upper thigh, a wry grin on his lips. "That really was delicious. But you know, I don't think I can eat any more ice cream. Why don't I go and put this back into the freezer so we can finish it another time?" He asked, pointing to the Ben & Jerry's box and sitting up straight.
“Fuck you, Pine,” Zach croaked as he wondered how much strength he would need to break the fucking ironwork on this fucking bed… just to get a hand free. He was so close - right on the pinnacle of release and that goddamn bastard knew it.
"Maybe later," Chris said, that mischievous, sadistic, evil grin and tone back as he got up from the bed and left the bedroom. Only this time his steps were quicker, even rushed, and Zach could not have missed to see the effect their previous activities had had on Chris. And unlike last time, thank God, he returned only a minute later, hands free of ice cream.
He didn't say a word as he walked back to the bed and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Zach's lips, not taunting or teasing this time but genuinely affectionate.
Zach could hear rather than see him rummaging in the drawer of the nightstand before Chris sat back on the bed, one hand running down Zach's chest, fingertips playing with the hair, a thumb circling around a nipple. The other hand opened the bottle of lube, and to Zach's surprise Chris straddled his thighs again and applied a generous amount of the clear gel to Zach's cock instead of fucking him - though he probably would have had to adjust the shackles for that anyway or take them off completely. Then he lifted his lower body and positioned himself right above Zach, only an inch or two apart but waiting.
Oh god… oh my fucking deity of all things kinked and gay…
Zach was torn between wanting, seriously mind-blowingly instinctually needing to lift his ass up and give himself what he wanted, to take what was being offered and not knowing if this was just another part in the game Chris was playing with him. He could barely breathe as indecision tore at him for what seemed an eternity but was probably no more than a few seconds. Heart hammering in his chest, and a sense of impending explosion in his lower body he just lay there, staring up at Chris, a low whimpering in his ears. His whimpering…
Something crossed over Chris’ features then - nothing Zach could put his finger on, especially as he knew his head was all over the fucking place but it was enough. It was a sign right? Some kind of encouragement. Had to be… Please?
Heels braced against the bed, Zach held the chains in his hands and lifted himself. Not far enough to actually fuck Chris, but close enough to feel him, to feel skin against his dick.
“Shhhiiiiit,” he moaned as his cock rubbed against the ass above him.
Chris bit his lower lip, a smile still on his features as he looked down at Zach, amused as it seemed, yet longing at the same time. He brought one hand behind himself and leaned forward, one hand flat on Zach's chest, the weight of his upper body supported. And then, with a tormenting slow motion, he lowered himself onto Zach's hard cock. His eyes fell shut, lips opened in a breathless sigh until he sat. He made no attempt to move just yet, and when he opened his eyes again, just as Zach almost thrust up against him, he released a soft chuckle and pushed his hand against his boyfriend's stomach with a little more pressure. "Don't move," he said, still smirking, though his voice had become slightly raspy and low. "Just don't move... at all. 'Kay?"
Nodding silently Zach swallowed hard, his mouth and throat dry as he worked his tongue around in an attempt to create some saliva. He tensed his legs as his toes curled and tried to will himself to relax, tried to tell himself that relaxing would make it easier to stay still, to ignore the urge to lift and thrust, to ignore the delicious tightness surrounding his cock.
He lay there silent and wide eyed, partly because he didn’t trust his brain enough to produce anything other than a groan or gibberish and also because he had a weird image of his lips sticking to his teeth if he even opened his mouth.
"Oh this is awesome, I've never seen you like this," Chris said softly in a tone that showed both amusement and arousal. Then he moved forward just the tiniest little bit, probably just to adjust his position and not to tease him with the movement, and Zach could tell that Chris made an effort to relax his muscles, not clench and tighten them around him - sitting there ready to be fucked, firmly wrapped around him, but nothing was happening.
Until Chris' right hand reached for his own cock and he ran it upwards with a slow, firm stroke.
Every last remaining coherent thought in Zach’s head just dissolved in that instant as he focused his gaze solely on the hand. The hand on that glorious cock. The hand gripping that…
“I… ohhhh… Chris…”
Oh Jesus - this was too much. Evil and sadistic. Evil and sadistic and sexy as fuck…
His mouth suddenly flooded with saliva as though his body was on Chris’ side in this game and wanted to taunt him further by providing lubricant when he couldn’t use it. It did have one benefit though - it meant he could lick his lips. Which he did. Slowly and lasciviously before sucking in his bottom lip and lifting his upper lip in a snarl.
Oh you like that, huh?" Chris breathed, his voice barely rising above a hoarse whisper as his hand moved in a slow but steady rhythm. His eyes fell shut again for a short moment, and as his hand twisted with the upward movement, his thumb encircling the tip, Zach could feel Chris' muscles twitching around him once. But then he opened his eyes again and locked gazes with Zach as the pace of his hand increased. Panted breaths were coming through his nostrils, his mouth firmly shut. His free hand roamed upwards, ran over Zach's chest in a hard, firm stroke, short fingernails softly grazing the skin around his nipples. And when Chris' forehead wrinkled, his lips opened and his muscles tightened almost painfully around Zach's dick it was obvious he was close. Damn close.
"Don't come yet," he half growled, half gasped as he lifted his hips with half the speed of his hand movement, almost making Zach withdraw completely before he lowered himself again, taking him in even deeper than before and groaning in pleasure.
“Don’t know… Oh god… Trying.” The last word was whined out as Zach nodded frantically and made tight fists, his nails digging into his palms. The sharp pain helped - a little. So did squeezing his eyes shut, until he heard Chris’ hissing breath and his brain poked him to remind him of what he was missing. And as he lay there trying to keep himself still, barely breathing in case he lost control he felt his right thigh begin to tremble under Chris’ ass with the unreleased tension in his body. It just all felt…
God, everything right now felt overwhelming and intense and irresistible and so fucking vast. An enormity of emotion and sensation and pure basic sense that was driving him mad. He could hear noises - groans and higher pitched whines - and couldn’t work out where they came from. Couldn’t focus on anything long enough to figure out what or who was making them.
All he was aware of was a need building in his abdomen, a pressure that he was now certain would kill him if he didn’t get some sort of release because his heart was beating so quickly, and he couldn’t seem to breathe in enough oxygen to stop his head spinning. But, as he briefly thought before even that scattered, what a fucking glorious way to die.
A long, low growl came over Chris' lips, and Zach could see that he was biting his lower lip hard as his body started to tremble. The movements of his hand on his cock and his hips thrusting up and down became frantic, and the only control he still seemed to have rested in his left hand, pushing firmly against Zach's stomach to still prevent him from moving, to hold him in place.
That restriction on his movement didn’t prevent him for long though as he tensed every muscle he was aware of and just pushed. Pushed his hips upwards as far as Chris’ hand and body weight would allow. But it was enough - more than enough as he felt Chris tense around his dick.
If he’d thought he was going to die before, then this - this heightened sensation of joy and bliss must be heaven. Zach arched his back, lifting his upper body off the bed as he used the chains as leverage and ignoring the warning ache in his shoulders. No - embracing the ache as it joined the glorious ache in his balls as they tightened under Chris as he felt himself begin to twitch inside him.
“Chris… Chris…” he moaned before his orgasm overtook his body.
He lost sense of time, lost sense of where he was, who he was. Lost sense of almost everything bar the explosive orgasm that was causing his hips to buck and twitch, the growling scream that was released from his chest and the echoed yell from above him, the rattling of metal against metal as his body shook and finally the sticky wetness that dripped onto his stomach.
With a final growl Chris collapsed onto Zach's chest, lying sweaty, sticky and hot on him as their chests heaved with their panted breathing, harsh, raspy sounds that were coming from both their lips. Zach wasn't sure how long they both just lay there, caught in the afterglow of bliss and pleasure from one of the - if not the - most intense orgasms he'd ever had. When Chris lifted his head, his breathing having calmed down just a little, he smiled at Zach, grinned even, and placed a firm but gentle kiss to his lips.
"Woah, that was... so fucking hot. You were fucking hot, you know that?"
Stretching up slightly to return the kiss, though it was more just a brushing of lips because he was too blissfully exhausted to do much more than that, Zach grinned.
“You’re a sadistic bastard, Pine,” he breathed against the younger man’s lips, just enjoying being able to touch him with some part of himself. “But yes… it was fucking hot. Am I dead now?”
"Uh huh, dead and in heaven," Chris laughed hoarsely as his hand came up to run through Zach's short hair. "Or... maybe in hell? I dunno." Some of the mischief was back in the expression on his features, but the caress of his hand was gentle, a loving gesture that was almost as tender as the look in Chris' blue eyes. "Though I don't think I have any more energy for devilish games, so... want me to untie you?"
“You have to ask?” he chuckled breathlessly in reply. “Though I don’t think I’m good for much of anything if you do.”
"Yeah, but you'll be able to curl up and wrap your arms around me," Chris replied and kissed Zach once more. Then he made a soft sound in the back of his throat, a stifled yawn or sigh before he lifted himself up and turned around to first undo the shackles - apparently you didn't even need a key for it, not that this information would've been of any use to Zach, though, since he wouldn't have been able to move enough to reach either fastening - and then the handcuffs.
"How's that feel?"
“Mmm, better,” he replied, ignoring the slight ache in his neck and shoulders which had probably been caused more by his straining and pulling than the position he’d been held in. He rolled his shoulders feeling the muscles start to loosen before he lifted a hand to touch Chris’ face, fingers tracing cheekbones and jaw before moving round to run them through the untidy damp hair.
“Come here, you,” he growled as he pulled Chris close to kiss him, wriggling his toes and turning onto his side as his tongue slid in between the warm, supple lips. This definitely wasn’t hell…
Chris sighed contently against the soft contact of their lips, and they found a comfortable position for both of them, Zach lying half on his side, Chris half on top of him, their legs entwined and arms around each other. "So... are we even then?" Chris asked, smiling slightly.
As much as part of him wanted to raise a sardonic eyebrow and give a protesting warning that what he’d just endured… okay, enjoyed… was worse than what he’d ‘forced’ on Chris, Zach didn’t want to spoil the relaxed, calm moment with bickering about turns or who was more evil than the other.
“I… guess so,” he gently teased with a smirk, chuckling as he saw Chris’ eyes narrow. Pulling him closer and ignoring the growing need for both of them to shower, he peppered light kisses over Chris’ mouth and cheeks working his way downwards. He could feel the earlier intense high start to dissipate as his limbs grew relaxed and heavy.
“Now shut up and let me fall asleep under you, Chris,” he murmured as he nuzzled the soft skin of the other’s neck. “And yes… we’re even.”
And they were. For now.