FIC! UNBETA'D
Title: All I Need
Pairing: BBZQ/PRINCESS/NIMOY
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real and even if you're buying, I'm not selling.
Chris shifts nervously from left foot to right, popping the elastic of his thong. He still didn't quite understand why he couldn't just help with building a house. Sure, he's terrible with tools, but there must be something he could do. Anything.
"You're on in five."
He stubs out his cigarette and runs a hand through his long hair. Muttering to himself about charities, grumbling about Zach getting out of doing this, he tucks his toes under and cracks the joints.
"Now! You're on now. Let's go!"
Chris steps out onto a catwalk, bright lights blinding him as he shuffles forward. Screams and whistles greet him as he stomps towards the announcer.
"And here is the man you've all been waiting for..."
Karl grabs his hand and pulls it away from where he tries to shield his eyes.
"Show everyone what they're bidding on."
Chris turns around, arms raised and hopes that the floor will swallow him up. He wishes he'd had more to drink before this, a lot more. As it is, he desperately just wants to go home, order some pizza and watch a bad movie. The auctioneer on the other side of Karl is having trouble keeping up with the bids coming fast and furious from the crowd.
"Going once."
"Already?"
"Going twice."
"But?"
"Sold."
"Who...?"
"Come on sunshine."
Chris allows Karl to lead him back behind the curtain. He makes a beeline for his clothes and swipes up his water bottle. He takes a few swallows, strips out of the thong and into his boxers.
"Christopher."
He spins around, bumping against the table.
"Mr Nimoy?"
"I have a car waiting."
Chris opens and closes his mouth a few times. A fist meets his chest, holding his clothes.
"Get dressed princess. Your carriage awaits."
"Fuck you."
"Have fun," Karl smirks and saunters off.
Chris hops from foot to foot as he works his way into his jeans. He looks back over his shoulder, now that his brain is functioning again he has questions. His hands stop still halfway up his fly.
"Zach?"
A shy smile greets his question.
Chris glances between Leonard and Zach, a hot blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks, down his exposed chest. The intense scrutiny, the matching wicked smiles give him pause.
"Finish getting dressed," Zach enthuses.
"We have a long night planned," Leonard finishes.
Chris clutches his white t-shirt to his chest and wonders why he thought wearing a thong would be the most intimidating part of the day.
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"Mmmph."
Warm body next to him, a rustle of newspaper, cocooned in soft sheets smelling of sex, Chris slowly wakes and stretches. He clamps down on the leg that he's wrapped around as it shifts, unwilling to let go. His morning erection rubs against thinly furred skin and he grinds his hips forward. Blinking open his eyes, he sees pale skin and gray hair.
Gray hair.
Chris looks up to find Leonard Nimoy looking down at him through thick, wire-framed glasses. He squeaks and jerks away only to find an arm already wrapped around him.
"Good morning Christopher."
"Mr. Nimoy... I'm so I mean I..."
"Settle down. You need to rest."
And a gentle hand is soothing his back, the sheets are still soft and warm, all so very tempting. Chris relents, but this time tries to tuck the sheets between himself and Leonard's body. Leonard sets aside the Business section and smooths out the sheets again. Chris looks up at him, uncertain and with a sigh, Leonard pats his leg.
Chris launches himself at Leonard and buries his face against the warm, naked chest, his cock once again rubbing into a firm thigh. He huffs, his own thighs tightening as he ruts.
Paper rustles behind him and he raises up on his knees, lifting the covers and causing several sections of the paper to slide off of the bed.
"I remember what it was like to be so young."
"Zach?"
Chris rocks forward with a grunt as a large hand gently cups his balls, his head bumping against the cushioned headboard. He groans and rubs his cheek against the fabric, his thighs protesting with twinges of muscle pain.
"You're not that much older than me," he grits out.
"But I have lived more than you."
"Why? Because you twitter?" Chris drops his hips as a thumb presses into his sac.
"Tweet."
"Whatever... oh God."
Chris dips his back and spreads his legs further apart.
"Perhaps you should stop. You did say he needed to rest."
"Shut... shut... fuckshutup."
"Or make him beg for it, at the very least."
"Zachary."
The warning tone is enough to silence Zach, though Chris barely notices. He crawls over Leonard, moving his legs restlessly for a few moments until he is settled again.
"I can't stay up like that. 'm too sore."
Chris is once again tucked in against Leonard's body, rubbing his erection languidly as he huffs in frustration. He jumps at the touch of Zach's hand on his thigh, bending his leg and draping it across Leonard's legs.
"Zach what... yes!" he cries out as a cool, wet tongue laps at his balls. As he begins rutting again, Zach presses against the backs of Chris's thighs preventing him from moving.
The previous night rushes back into his thoughts at his frustration at not being able to find quick release.
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The previous night when he'd been strutted around and sold at auction only to find out it was Leonard Nimoy and Zach who had purchased him.
They'd hustled out to a car once he'd finished getting dressed. He'd slept through the ride, the exhaustion and loneliness of the past few months catching up to him. When he woke, he felt cranky and out of sorts, but he dutifully checked his appearance before following the two men into a tiny Italian restaurant. The fresh air getting out of the car had been cool, but he hadn't really looked around to see where they were.
They were seated promptly and Chris excused himself to use the restroom. When he returned water had been poured.
"I need a menu."
"I've already ordered for you."
"For us?" Chris felt like he was missing something with the way Zach was staring at him silently.
"For you, Christopher. Zachary and I selected your dinner together."
Chris remembered opening his mouth to protest and promptly shutting it.
"I get it. Part of the whole bidding on me thing."
"Something like that."
Dinner had otherwise been uneventful, if absolutely delicious. He had not missed the glances that both Leonard and Zach stole at his food. It took him most of the meal before he realized they were checking to see that he was eating. They held conversation without him which was fine with him as he devoured his third piece of bread and drained his wine glass.
Back in the car, he'd asked what was next and the reply had been for them to squeeze into the seat on either side of him. He'd woken when they'd arrived, his body slumped against Zach.
Neither man had hesitated once they were inside, Leonard pinning him firmly against the wall as he struggled out of sleepiness. Zach had removed Chris' clothes before he could fully wake, leaving him naked and feeling decidedly vulnerable. He shivered under their scrutiny, fingers tracing his ribs, gazes roaming his legs.
"Like what you see?" he had asked, trying for defiant.
"Chris, you have to take care of yourself."
"I... ow."
Chris tried to twist away from the teeth biting at his ear.
"But since you can't seem to do that, we're going to do it for you," Leonard whispers.
"I don't need don't need don't" and that's when Chris remembers clutching onto clothed, strong bodies as two pairs of lips latched onto either side of his neck.
He'd been led to a bedroom and encouraged to kneel on the bed. Morose and again cranky, he obeyed only to find a hand grabbing and tugging between his legs and a snapping sound. Startled he'd looked between his legs to find a strip of leather with metal studs.
There had been clothes left on the floor, hands and mouths everywhere while he was patiently scolded time after time to remain kneeling. He felt like he was on display as the two men moved over and under him, exploring his body with tongues and teeth and fingers. Lubricated fingers stretched him as he pushed back, biting his lip to hold back his moans. He had bitten and tasted any flesh that came near, that he could reach. A thin layer of sweat broke out across his body as his cock strained against his belly, leaking precome all over. Zach crawled in front of him at one point and Chris had lunged in a desperate attempt to get enough friction.
Leonard had roughly yanked him back, leaving him scrambling to not fall over face first onto the bed.
"Please," he had begged as Zach grabbed his hands and pinned them down so he couldn't unfasten the cock ring.
Zach knelt in front of him at eye level as Leonard slowly took his pleasure. He clenched his fists around hands covered in thick, dark hair and whimpered as their mouths met in a needy embrace.
He remembered feeling disoriented as Zach rolled him over then realized that both men were using condoms. Zach had stretched his limber body out, one leg forward, one back, Chris's legs spread and had called out "Chris" over and over until he shuddered and collapsed.
"Please," Chris had sobbed.
Chris depended entirely on Zach and Leonard for his climax as they braced him firmly against the headboard.
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"Zachary? Christopher needs his breakfast."
He can feel the look that passes between the two men over him as he continues thrusting.
"In a minute."
Chris rolls his hips and agrees with that minute part of what Zach said. Lubricated fingers slip in and out of him and he presses back, rocking forward again to drag his cock along Leonard's thigh.
"Zachary."
A wet, sloppy sound behind him and Chris is raising his ass in invitation. As Zach's cock fucks into him, he presses his face against Leonard's neck as the older man takes off his glasses. In a mirror of the night before, Leonard's hands cup his face and they kiss, tongues exploring each other. Zach arches across his back, pinning him forward and down between the two men, catching his cock against Leonard's hip. Leonard shifts, moving the pillow behind him and with a firm grip takes both of their erections.
He struggles against being so tightly pinned, wanting to move. After scrambling for a few moments, Zach is soundlessly coming on top of him and he chases Zach's release, finding his own and promptly passes out.
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"Good morning, Christopher."
Chris rubs his eyes and scoots back, arranging the pillows behind him as a tray of food is placed in front of him.
"Where is the newspaper?"
"Bossy."
Chris pouts at Zach before shoving a half slice of toast in his mouth.
"I'll be out of your hair after I eat."
A look is shared across him and he glances back and forth between Zach and Leonard.
"What?"
"We'd like you to stay," an older hand laces his crumb coated fingers.
"We insist," Zach's hand caresses his cheek.
Chris feels dizzy, completely overwhelmed.
"Yes."
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Pairing: BBZQ/PRINCESS/NIMOY
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real and even if you're buying, I'm not selling.
Chris shifts nervously from left foot to right, popping the elastic of his thong. He still didn't quite understand why he couldn't just help with building a house. Sure, he's terrible with tools, but there must be something he could do. Anything.
"You're on in five."
He stubs out his cigarette and runs a hand through his long hair. Muttering to himself about charities, grumbling about Zach getting out of doing this, he tucks his toes under and cracks the joints.
"Now! You're on now. Let's go!"
Chris steps out onto a catwalk, bright lights blinding him as he shuffles forward. Screams and whistles greet him as he stomps towards the announcer.
"And here is the man you've all been waiting for..."
Karl grabs his hand and pulls it away from where he tries to shield his eyes.
"Show everyone what they're bidding on."
Chris turns around, arms raised and hopes that the floor will swallow him up. He wishes he'd had more to drink before this, a lot more. As it is, he desperately just wants to go home, order some pizza and watch a bad movie. The auctioneer on the other side of Karl is having trouble keeping up with the bids coming fast and furious from the crowd.
"Going once."
"Already?"
"Going twice."
"But?"
"Sold."
"Who...?"
"Come on sunshine."
Chris allows Karl to lead him back behind the curtain. He makes a beeline for his clothes and swipes up his water bottle. He takes a few swallows, strips out of the thong and into his boxers.
"Christopher."
He spins around, bumping against the table.
"Mr Nimoy?"
"I have a car waiting."
Chris opens and closes his mouth a few times. A fist meets his chest, holding his clothes.
"Get dressed princess. Your carriage awaits."
"Fuck you."
"Have fun," Karl smirks and saunters off.
Chris hops from foot to foot as he works his way into his jeans. He looks back over his shoulder, now that his brain is functioning again he has questions. His hands stop still halfway up his fly.
"Zach?"
A shy smile greets his question.
Chris glances between Leonard and Zach, a hot blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks, down his exposed chest. The intense scrutiny, the matching wicked smiles give him pause.
"Finish getting dressed," Zach enthuses.
"We have a long night planned," Leonard finishes.
Chris clutches his white t-shirt to his chest and wonders why he thought wearing a thong would be the most intimidating part of the day.
__________________________________________________
"Mmmph."
Warm body next to him, a rustle of newspaper, cocooned in soft sheets smelling of sex, Chris slowly wakes and stretches. He clamps down on the leg that he's wrapped around as it shifts, unwilling to let go. His morning erection rubs against thinly furred skin and he grinds his hips forward. Blinking open his eyes, he sees pale skin and gray hair.
Gray hair.
Chris looks up to find Leonard Nimoy looking down at him through thick, wire-framed glasses. He squeaks and jerks away only to find an arm already wrapped around him.
"Good morning Christopher."
"Mr. Nimoy... I'm so I mean I..."
"Settle down. You need to rest."
And a gentle hand is soothing his back, the sheets are still soft and warm, all so very tempting. Chris relents, but this time tries to tuck the sheets between himself and Leonard's body. Leonard sets aside the Business section and smooths out the sheets again. Chris looks up at him, uncertain and with a sigh, Leonard pats his leg.
Chris launches himself at Leonard and buries his face against the warm, naked chest, his cock once again rubbing into a firm thigh. He huffs, his own thighs tightening as he ruts.
Paper rustles behind him and he raises up on his knees, lifting the covers and causing several sections of the paper to slide off of the bed.
"I remember what it was like to be so young."
"Zach?"
Chris rocks forward with a grunt as a large hand gently cups his balls, his head bumping against the cushioned headboard. He groans and rubs his cheek against the fabric, his thighs protesting with twinges of muscle pain.
"You're not that much older than me," he grits out.
"But I have lived more than you."
"Why? Because you twitter?" Chris drops his hips as a thumb presses into his sac.
"Tweet."
"Whatever... oh God."
Chris dips his back and spreads his legs further apart.
"Perhaps you should stop. You did say he needed to rest."
"Shut... shut... fuckshutup."
"Or make him beg for it, at the very least."
"Zachary."
The warning tone is enough to silence Zach, though Chris barely notices. He crawls over Leonard, moving his legs restlessly for a few moments until he is settled again.
"I can't stay up like that. 'm too sore."
Chris is once again tucked in against Leonard's body, rubbing his erection languidly as he huffs in frustration. He jumps at the touch of Zach's hand on his thigh, bending his leg and draping it across Leonard's legs.
"Zach what... yes!" he cries out as a cool, wet tongue laps at his balls. As he begins rutting again, Zach presses against the backs of Chris's thighs preventing him from moving.
The previous night rushes back into his thoughts at his frustration at not being able to find quick release.
_____________________________________________________
The previous night when he'd been strutted around and sold at auction only to find out it was Leonard Nimoy and Zach who had purchased him.
They'd hustled out to a car once he'd finished getting dressed. He'd slept through the ride, the exhaustion and loneliness of the past few months catching up to him. When he woke, he felt cranky and out of sorts, but he dutifully checked his appearance before following the two men into a tiny Italian restaurant. The fresh air getting out of the car had been cool, but he hadn't really looked around to see where they were.
They were seated promptly and Chris excused himself to use the restroom. When he returned water had been poured.
"I need a menu."
"I've already ordered for you."
"For us?" Chris felt like he was missing something with the way Zach was staring at him silently.
"For you, Christopher. Zachary and I selected your dinner together."
Chris remembered opening his mouth to protest and promptly shutting it.
"I get it. Part of the whole bidding on me thing."
"Something like that."
Dinner had otherwise been uneventful, if absolutely delicious. He had not missed the glances that both Leonard and Zach stole at his food. It took him most of the meal before he realized they were checking to see that he was eating. They held conversation without him which was fine with him as he devoured his third piece of bread and drained his wine glass.
Back in the car, he'd asked what was next and the reply had been for them to squeeze into the seat on either side of him. He'd woken when they'd arrived, his body slumped against Zach.
Neither man had hesitated once they were inside, Leonard pinning him firmly against the wall as he struggled out of sleepiness. Zach had removed Chris' clothes before he could fully wake, leaving him naked and feeling decidedly vulnerable. He shivered under their scrutiny, fingers tracing his ribs, gazes roaming his legs.
"Like what you see?" he had asked, trying for defiant.
"Chris, you have to take care of yourself."
"I... ow."
Chris tried to twist away from the teeth biting at his ear.
"But since you can't seem to do that, we're going to do it for you," Leonard whispers.
"I don't need don't need don't" and that's when Chris remembers clutching onto clothed, strong bodies as two pairs of lips latched onto either side of his neck.
He'd been led to a bedroom and encouraged to kneel on the bed. Morose and again cranky, he obeyed only to find a hand grabbing and tugging between his legs and a snapping sound. Startled he'd looked between his legs to find a strip of leather with metal studs.
There had been clothes left on the floor, hands and mouths everywhere while he was patiently scolded time after time to remain kneeling. He felt like he was on display as the two men moved over and under him, exploring his body with tongues and teeth and fingers. Lubricated fingers stretched him as he pushed back, biting his lip to hold back his moans. He had bitten and tasted any flesh that came near, that he could reach. A thin layer of sweat broke out across his body as his cock strained against his belly, leaking precome all over. Zach crawled in front of him at one point and Chris had lunged in a desperate attempt to get enough friction.
Leonard had roughly yanked him back, leaving him scrambling to not fall over face first onto the bed.
"Please," he had begged as Zach grabbed his hands and pinned them down so he couldn't unfasten the cock ring.
Zach knelt in front of him at eye level as Leonard slowly took his pleasure. He clenched his fists around hands covered in thick, dark hair and whimpered as their mouths met in a needy embrace.
He remembered feeling disoriented as Zach rolled him over then realized that both men were using condoms. Zach had stretched his limber body out, one leg forward, one back, Chris's legs spread and had called out "Chris" over and over until he shuddered and collapsed.
"Please," Chris had sobbed.
Chris depended entirely on Zach and Leonard for his climax as they braced him firmly against the headboard.
_______________________________________________________
"Zachary? Christopher needs his breakfast."
He can feel the look that passes between the two men over him as he continues thrusting.
"In a minute."
Chris rolls his hips and agrees with that minute part of what Zach said. Lubricated fingers slip in and out of him and he presses back, rocking forward again to drag his cock along Leonard's thigh.
"Zachary."
A wet, sloppy sound behind him and Chris is raising his ass in invitation. As Zach's cock fucks into him, he presses his face against Leonard's neck as the older man takes off his glasses. In a mirror of the night before, Leonard's hands cup his face and they kiss, tongues exploring each other. Zach arches across his back, pinning him forward and down between the two men, catching his cock against Leonard's hip. Leonard shifts, moving the pillow behind him and with a firm grip takes both of their erections.
He struggles against being so tightly pinned, wanting to move. After scrambling for a few moments, Zach is soundlessly coming on top of him and he chases Zach's release, finding his own and promptly passes out.
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"Good morning, Christopher."
Chris rubs his eyes and scoots back, arranging the pillows behind him as a tray of food is placed in front of him.
"Where is the newspaper?"
"Bossy."
Chris pouts at Zach before shoving a half slice of toast in his mouth.
"I'll be out of your hair after I eat."
A look is shared across him and he glances back and forth between Zach and Leonard.
"What?"
"We'd like you to stay," an older hand laces his crumb coated fingers.
"We insist," Zach's hand caresses his cheek.
Chris feels dizzy, completely overwhelmed.
"Yes."
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