Adorable, the Sequel to Name. That. Dog!
The day had come to a close surprisingly fast, and even more surprisingly sex-free. Chris was a mix of appreciative of and dissapointed in this; as uncomfortable as he would've been being dragged back to Zach's apartment and coerced into a quick fuck, he kind of wished that had been the case. At least the anticipation wouldn't be killing him.
At least he'd be able to think. Because fuck if all of his blood hadn't run southward after this morning and made it difficult to think, the little things only making it worse: Zach crossing and uncrossing his legs at a streetside cafe table, Zach licking the filter of his cigarette before putting it in his mouth, Zach staring at him when he thought Chris wasn't looking, Zach linking arms with him at the park, Zach murmurring "Chris..." in his ear for no goddamned reason while they were walking, Zach licking his fucking lips noncholantly, with a side-glance at Chris that convinced him it was intentional.
And now here they were, Zach was padlocking his door and kicking off his shoes, and Chris stood barefoot in the cramped livingroom, on an atrocious shag carpet.
Zach walked over to him and wrapped his arms around him, as he'd done earlier that morning. "You haven't had much to say since the dog park this morning. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," Chris nodded. "A little nervous, but I'm fine. Nothing a good lay won't cure."
Zach grinned at him and knocked their foreheads together. "I want some wine. You want anything?"
"You," Chris replied, his voice hoarse.
"You're adorable, you know that? I'll get you a water. We at least need to wait the breadth of a glass of wine, disolve a little bit of this tension," Zach said, getting up "I want for you to go into this with a clear head."
"But you're allowed to have wine?" Chris argued.
"One glass, not like I'm chugging half a bottle. Besides," he raised an eyebrow at Chris in a way so inappropriate Chris almost convinced himself he'd imagined it. "I know what I want. I've known exactly what I want and exactly how I want it for a long time. My end of things doesn't require much thought." And with that, he disappeared into his tiny kitchen.
"Fine. You know, you're quite the master debator," Chris leered in the direction of the kitchen.
"Says the man who was inexplicably turned on by an interview I did in a fucking dog park," came Zach's disembodied reply "Not that I can argue with the results." He returned to the livingroom and handed Chris a bottle of water and set his glass of wine on the coffee table, asserting a cross-legged position facing Chris on the overstuffed couch. "So let's talk."
"About what, exactly?"
"Have you ever been with a guy before?" Zach asked, picking up his wine glass.
"No."
"Seriously?" Zach cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, seriously. You've flipped me, Zach. Feel proud," Chris shugged, undoing the cap on his water bottle and taking a swig.
"Woah, terminology issue. Gay guys, and only gay guys can 'flip' an exclusively straight guy. I'm not hung up on gender, which is to say I'm not strictly dick, as some might say."
"I love it when you talk like that," Chris rasped.
"What can I say? Sexual terminology in proper use has become something of a zeitgeist--" Chris visibly shuddered in pleasure "--in today's vernacular. I can't help it if I'm one of the few erudite sexual beings on this planet," he grinned at Chris "I think I've found your weakness."
"Holy shit," Chris replied, his face flushed.
"I'll take that as an enthusiastic yes. In that case, let's continue. Position wise, since this is your first time, I'll allow you a choice. Since I know you and trust you and assume you're up to date on tests and shots, so if you want to forgoe safe sex in this situation, I won't force it."
"Duly noted," Chris replied. "So, and don't take this the wrong way but, what does this mean? Like are we going to have a relationship? Or is this another aspect of our friendship?"
"Again, that's up to you. I want you and I have for a long time. And I don't share. Would I want you to be the last person I'm ever with? Probably not. But while I am with you, theoretically speaking, I'd like to be exclusive. If you want to fuck other people, you'll only be able to be with me when I find it convenient, if at all. I'm not trying to bitch you out or anything, but I feel it's important to be as clear as I can with you about this."
"Zach, I..." Chris took another sip of his water and stared at his hands. "I don't know what I want yet. I mean if I had to say now, I'd say yeah, I'd like to be in a legitimate relationship with you. But I don't know."
"That's understandable," Zach replied "This is all new to you. But tell me, right now: what do you want?"
"I want to fuck you," Chris replied without hesitation "I want to be inside of you, without a condom, slick and tight and warm. I want to hear you moan my name. I want you to use overly complicated words in bed. I want you to make breakfast tomorrow because I can't cook for shit."
"We'll go to a diner, neither can I," Zach said, setting his wine glass down again "As for the rest of that stuff, I think we can do something about the whole 'you wanting to fuck me' situation." He stood up, and said without looking back at Chris "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be," was Chris's hoarse reply.
Zach led Chris into his bedroom, which was larger than the livingroom and extremely sparse. He removed his shirt in one smooth motion, then turned and descended on Chris without warning. The kiss, their first, was expert and slow and sensual. It made Chris hard almost immediately, which seemed to be a talent exclusive to Zach. Chris felt his heart pounding in his chest, mismatching the slow, steady rythym he felt emenating from Zach's chest.
As if he'd read Chris's mind, Zach pulled back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the small of Chris's back. "I'm nervous too, Chris. I gotta be careful here. I've got to make this the most mindblowing experience of your life, or I might lose you. I can't screw this up."
"Oh god, Zach, you couldn't screw this up. I'm fairly certain I'm fucking already in love with you, I'm pretty sure you could be the worst bottom ever and I'd still love you."
"That's comforting," Zach murmurred, leaning back in "God, I want you. And I won't be terrible at sex. At all. Just wait and see, baby."
Chris shuddered "I believe it."
Zach pulled Chris's t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion, and his hands immediately descended on Chris's chest. "I finally get to touch," he murmurred "It's been 'look but don't touch' with you for so goddamned long. I was starting to give up when you called me."
"You can touch all you want to now," Chris said, a little uncertain "And I'll touch you. I want to... oh God, can we speed up a little? I want you so bad."
"Whatever you want." Zach replied, and pushed Chris backwards onto the bed, divesting him of his remaining clothing "God you are fucking gorgeous."
"You really think so?" Chris asked, fiddling with Zach's belt buckle. "Help... your pants, I can't--"
"Calm down," Zach smiled down at him, leaning off of the bed to remove his pants "They're gone. Everything's alright."
"Stop giving me shit."
"You're adorable, you know that?" Zach asked, climing back onto the bed with a small tube of lubricant in his left hand.
"I try."
"I'm going to...I want to blow you. That's fucking weird to say, but... is that okay?" Zach manuvered his way down Chris's body without waiting for an answer. Once he recieved a nod of consent, he added "I'm going to, um, get myself ready, too. So I don't really want you to come just from...if you can help it, hold back."
"You really are nervous too, aren't you?"
"Fuck yes, I am," Zach nodded, "Now shut your mouth."
And he descended on Chris's cock.
Like their first kiss, it was slow and sensual, essentially everything Chris would imagine an expert guy-on-guy blowjob would be. It was silken and slick and warm as hell, and the weird thing to him was, it was relaxing. Things seemed to slow down tenfold as he watched Zach bob his head expertly over his cock. 'Oh shit.' he thought 'This is really, honest to god happening. I am letting one of my best friends suck me off, and I'm going to fuck him, and I'm enjoying it. Holy shit, I'm enjoying it a lot.'
Zach moaned, and Chris jolted upright. He saw his friend slide two fingers inside of himself while he continued to suck him, and Chris shuddered. Without even meaning to, Chris said, low and husky "I can't wait until that's me."
Zach's eyes rolled up to meet his, his gaze intense and hard. He slowly, almost lazily, removed his mouth from Chris's cock, using excessive and distracting amounts of suction as he withdrew.
"Fuck," Chris whimpered "I want you, come on, I fucking want you baby...so bad."
"Chris, you don't even realize what you're doing, do you?" Zach asked, crawling back up Chris's body, placing kisses along his chest.
"Well, I'm about to fuck you, right?"
"Yes, and somehow you still manage to tease me." Zach smirked at him, and in one more slow, smooth movement, lowered himself onto Chris's length with a hiss of satisfaction.
"Oh, god," Chris yelped, grabbing Zach's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Yessssss. Yes! Oh my god, come on yes."
Zach was already raising himself back up on Chris's dick, breathing heavily "Everything you imagined, Chris?"
"So much better. So fucking much better. Zach... Oh my god, Zach. Baby. I don't think I'm going to last very long."
"Hey, that's okay," Zach murmurred, leaning back over Chris, kissing him once "I probably won't either. I really think you have no idea of what you do to me."
"And what's that?" Chris grunted.
"Make me want you so bad it hurts. I have rules when it comes to sex, you know. Always on top, always use a condom. And I bent them for you. Because I honestly want nothing more right now than to see how you look when you come."
"I'm sure you can imagine."
"Oh I have been," Zach replied, deepening Chris's thrusts, setting a quicker pace. "Probably for longer than you'd care to know."
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Zach."
"You wanted me to moan your name, right?"
"Yes. Yessssss."
Zach tipped his head back as he rode Chris and groaned, grabbing his own cock, slick with precum, and stroking "Chris... Oh, Chrissssssssssss..."
"Zach...Fuck, oh god oh god oh god, Zach, please, I'm--"
"Come for me, Chris," Zach interjected "Come for me. Come inside me."
And with a last feeble buck up to fill Zach, Chris came with a heady moan, eyes rolling back in his head.
A couple more pulls on his own dick, and Zach came as well, with a choked groan and a crooked smile. He pulled Chris out gently and flopped down beside him.
"All this semen is a little gross," Chris said sheepishly, after a moment of awkward silence.
"I'll go get a towel," Zach said with a sigh, limping in the direction of the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the rack and turned to be face to face with a still fully naked Chris Pine. "Go back to bed, Chris" he ordered with a small smile.
"That was fucking incredible," Chris said, leaning forward. He captured Zach's lips in a kiss that had lost none of its urgency or passion post-coitus. At last he pulled away, and grabbed the towel, gratefully rubbing Zach's release from his stomach. He then wiped Zach off as well, kissing him again. "You know, I think I'll still love you in the morning."
"We'll see about that," Zach said, settling back into bed.
"Move over," Chris demanded and he lifted the covers on the opposite side "And, you know, you could just say it back."
"Say what?" Zach asked, trying to pretend he was oblivious to Chris's body naturally wrapping itself around his.
"That you love me, stupid." Chris rolled his eyes and settled his head into the hollow of Zach's shoulder.
"I love you too, Chris," Zach said softly.
"Goodnight, babe."
Zach sighed "Night."
The next day, Chris dragged Zach out of bed and into a diner two blocks down, luckily remembering to halt enough to get dressed first. He grinned at Zach all through the meal, shoving scrambled eggs into his deleriously happy face. Zach raised an eyebrow at him.
"Slow down. You'll choke to death."
"Well, I'm kind of in a hurry," Chris replied.
"A... a hurry where?" Zach asked, poorly disguising the hurt and disappointment in his voice.
"Back to your apartment. We still have...stuff...to do," Chris said, shoving a strip of turkey bacon into his still-grinning mouth."
"Oh," Zach said, fighting back a smile.
When they left the diner, Zach's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the new text.
FRM: Chris Pine
MSG: I told you I would still love you.
"How do you keep doing that?" He demanded of a smiling Chris.
"Force of will," Chris replied.