For lousy_science by 1lostone
Title: Greed
Author: 1lostone
Giftee: lousy_science
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pinto
Word Count: 3485
Summary: AU - both rehab counselors. Angsty + romantic Zach is having a really, really bad day.
Note: I tried like hell to get it under the 3000 word limit. Sorry, hon. Thanks to jihime47, yesterday_girl and jademac2442 for the look-through.
“Zach?”
My knuckles rap a little on the door- a small pain for a good cause. No sound from the bathroom and I admit, I am starting to get a little worried. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I wait for a split second while I really think about interrupting him. We hadn’t been together that long, really. Exactly when in the relationship is it okay to barge in when someone had clearly shut the door, seeking privacy? I’d been in the study when he came home. Zach hadn’t called out at all. Usually when he got home after Tuesday night Group he’d make a point to find me, have a drink to relax, make out a little on the couch while we pretended to watch a movie. Today there had just been the squeak of his sneakers on the hardwood floor, the eerily silent walk to the bathroom, the near-silent click of the door shutting.
“Hey. I’m coming in, okay?” My mouth. Once again skipping along without my help. I try the knob, turning it slowly and push open the bathroom door.
Oh, shit.
Zach and I both worked as counselors in a live-in rehab facility. Zach had only been there for about a year, taking over as the kiddie shrink for John after he’d left. Zach had only just moved to LA and was getting gouged on the cost of his small apartment, and frankly, when I had told him that I had a room to rent, I hadn’t really expected much from it.
Falling in love completely snuck up on me. Staring at Zach now, his body tense with pain, hands clenched so hard on the bathroom vanity that his fingers were white, his head bowed low, my eyes prick with tears.
I move almost before my brain registers what I see. Zach’s body is unyielding, each muscle tense. When I touch him, one hand slides over his bony hip, my left arm wraps around his torso to pull him back against me and his whole body shudders once, his breath a harsh gasp.
The kiddie counselors always had a high turnover- and an even higher burn-out rate. John had only made it seven months.
“Hey, babe.” I kiss the side of his neck, just under his ear, nuzzle a little against his warm skin, and breathe him in. He’s always the best part of my day.
The muscles in his arms relax minutely, and my heart slows its furious pounding. I move the hand on his hip, slide it slowly up his side, under his armpit. My lips quirk a little when he shivers, ticklish, and I press another kiss into his skin. My fingers trail over his shoulder, down his arm, and wrap around his hand, still clenched rigidly against the edge of the sink.
Zach’s body shudders again and the little breathy sound he makes goes right to my cock. I shift my body, trail my tongue over the back of his neck, scrape my teeth lightly over his topmost vertebra, closing my eyes when his whole body shivers again. His hand tightens on mine, twining my fingers with his. I can see little goosebumps on his bent neck and the sight of them makes me press another kiss to him, nipping at the bump with my lips.
Zach makes another sound and moves our joined hands, bends his elbow and guides my hand to his stomach. He burrows back into my body, looking up at me in the mirror.
He was a little taller than I am, all long lines and pale skin. I like how we look, tangled together, breathing each other’s air. Owning each other’s space.
“Chris...”
Fuck. Just hearing him, hearing the need and the want and fuck the little bit of broken in his voice, kills me. His eyes narrow in the mirror and Zach moves very deliberately back against me.
For a second, doubts. Maybe this isn’t the best...
Zach bends his head, not breaking eye contact in the mirror, kisses the top of my arm. His lips are soft. I can feel his heartbeat, solid and alive against the front of my chest, and I open my mouth to ask, to make sure that this is really what he wants, but Zach beats me to the punch, shakes his head and rocks his ass back against me again.
“Just.. take me out of my head. Just for awhile.” The look in his eyes made me want to beat the shit out of whoever hurt him and simultaneously, to hang onto him, to hold him and cling a little.
I step back a little, unwrap my arms from around him and Zach makes an unhappy sound in the back of his throat. His eyes widen a little and I see him start to speak.
I kiss his neck again, slide my closed lips against the column, ghosting them down to where his neck slopes gracefully into his collarbone. I bite him, sucking the pale skin into my mouth with a sharp movement of my lips.
Zach almost collapses, his air leaving him on a deep gasp. His eyes widen in the mirror and he pressed his lips shut, staring at the small mark I made on him, watching as the tip of my tongue traced the little red spot. I move my hands to the front of his body, still deliberately touching him with just my mouth and watch his nostrils flare a little as I unbutton his shirt, one button, then another. I suck on his skin again, tasting his sweat and the faint tang of his soap. Moving my mouth down a little, I press my face into the small spot I’d revealed by unbuttoning his shirt and watched as Zach’s hands came back down on the vanity, almost in the same spot as they’d been before when I walked in on him, lost in the utter soul-sucking shit that was his day.
If I was going to heal him with my cock, then by Christ I was gonna do it right.
I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pull it off one arm, then the other. I rub the skin, purposefully moving my hands against the hair on his body, rubbing every inch of the pale, soft skin. Zach watches my mouth in the mirror, waiting for me to taste his skin again. I run my hands over his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his nipples, tugging a little on the hair until I had his attention.
I want his eyes on me. “You watch what I’m doing to you.” He moans at my whisper, the timbre of my voice dark and secret in his ear, breath hot against his lobe. He shivers at the slight stimulation, and I lick my lips at the way his nipples harden a little further when I tug lightly on his chest hair.
My words seem to have a weird quality, hanging as they did in the bathroom. For both of us, talking is literally our bread and butter. Constant discussion, examination, reassessing of feelings. We spend hours on both sides of that, talking and listening. Now, the near silence, the way the harsh fluorescent lights hid nothing from either one of us seemed like its own sort of brutal honesty.
I stand back a little and strip off my t-shirt. I want his skin against mine.
I am greedy for it, for the feel of him against me.
Now I could kiss over his naked shoulder, nuzzling the slight rasp of my stubble against him. Smile when I hear him moan. Zach shifts again, his ass snug against the front of me and I couldn't help the little snort of amusement at his impatience.
The whithering look that meets my gaze in the mirror makes me laugh outright, and it is my turn to bend my neck, hide, press my face into the center of his back between his shoulder blades. The slight scrape of my chin on his skin. Zach moans again at the feel of my breath and mouth against him and my eyes widen. I never knew he was so sensitive there.
My hands go to the snap of his jeans. His fingers move with mine, push the denim off his lean hips, take his underwear with them so that the change in his pockets jingles when it hits the tiled floor. I kiss his back again, lip at the whorls of hair, lave over the protruding bones in his shoulder, the tip of my tongue tracing the knobby bumps of his spine.
“Shit,” he mutters.
I pause, peek up at him over his shoulder. He looks down and my gaze follows his. Zach glares at his shoes and I can’t help it, my body shakes with laughter as I bend down, kneeling behind him. It doesn’t take long to untie his shoes and help him step out of his clothes and holyfuck Zach is right there, standing in front of me, naked and vulnerable and hard and I want him so badly that my fingers tremble.
I mouth over his left calf and he shifts, his legs opening for me, kicking away the jeans. I help him take off his socks, kissing up his leg. My mouth on the back of his knees make him snort in laughter, the press of my fingers on the back of his thighs, my nails slide against the soft skin of his inner thighs makes him sigh, widening his stance.
With one hand I push his lower back so that he bends over the vanity, nudge his leg with my shoulder. I hear his breath stutter, and have a second to wonder how long it’s been since he’s been this open before anyone.
Usually our positions are reversed.
I kiss at one cheek, kind of rubbing my nose against him. This way we have of speaking without voice, whole conversations that don’t use our vocal cords undoes me. I spread Zach gently apart and just look for a second, ghosting my breath over him. I feel a little stupid as I stick out my tongue, lightly brushing over the globes of his ass, tracing the round muscle and delving down in between. I lick at him and feel more emboldened by the sound that Zach makes, the trembling way he raises up on his toes to press closer. I feel hot, and have to press the heel of my hand against my trapped cock as my tongue slides over his skin. I want him wet. The way he’s almost groaning my name isn’t hurting things either. I press the flat part of my tongue against his hole and Zach absolutely freezes, trembling again as though he’s too turned on to move; not sure if he wants to move closer to my mouth or buck forward to press his cock against the cool ceramic of the sink.
I fuck my tongue into him, slowly, my eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks at the way he chokes at the sensation. He curses under his breath and his hands reach back, holding himself open for me so that I can get closer.
God, I love this. Maybe it’s the power thing, I don’t really know. Or care. I love how he is just bent over in front of me, actually spreading himself for me, each stab of my tongue making him moan and grunt, cry out and whisper my name. I love how hot he is, the musky smell of him and sweat, the way this feels kind of dirty.
“Fuck you, Chris... God.. Goddamnit give me.. I .. I want...”
My lips do this weird smirking thing and I have to pull out of him, half afraid I’ll sprain my tongue if I laugh like this. I love that I made him babble.
“Stay like this for a minute.”
A quick flash of shock in his eyes, before I’m up on my feet, giving his ass cheek a spank and almost running out of the room. Between the shoes and the lack of lube I kind of think I suck at this spontaneous thing. This sort of shit never seems to happen in books. It doesn’t take long to grab the stuff and I’m back in the bathroom in a minute.
I stop completely, look at him spread out in front of me, and for a second when my nuts tighten I’m afraid I’ll come right there, in my pants like a kid. Zach really hasn’t moved, ass still held open, wet hole twitching from the wetness of my mouth, from the way I spit and drooled all over him before I tongue-fucked him. His head is bent again and there’s tension in the line of his body.
I wonder what he’s thinking about.
I’m not egotistical enough to imagine that he’s completely consumed with me. With what we’re doing here. I am however jealous enough to be a little pissed. I step up behind him again and slide one dry finger against his hole. He sucks in a breath as I press against the sensitive tissue, knowing how over-stimulated he had to be. Zach shifts, as though he was going to move his hands and I shake my head, biting his shoulder. The lube was cold on my fingers and I don’t fuck around, pressing inside of him with one finger., My eyes flutter shut at the heat, the way he grips against the small intrusion into his body. I don’t thrust, just angle my finger up to stretch the ring of muscle before sliding out completely. I squirt some more lube onto his ass, spread it around with the tips of my fingers, pulling a little on the hair there. I like the way it looks all wet and slimy from my ministrations. It warms quickly to the heat of his skin and Zach makes a needy sound and right then, right at that moment I knew he was back with me.
I slide my finger back into his ass, knuckling it to stretch him slightly, knowing it wasn’t deep enough for what he wants. I am content to tease him a little until he I see that his own fingers dig into the flesh of his ass, trembling a little with the strain of needing something to hang onto.
“Chris...”
I am so fucking greedy for this. For this man in front of me. Another finger, it slides and curls deep inside him, and he sighs. I stretch my fingers and know that if I fuck him like this it would hurt him. My dick is too thick not to prepare him fully, but for a bare, brief, dark, sick moment I don’t care.
Greedy, like I said.
His hipbone digs into my stomach as I press in more, my fingers sliding deeper. My body rubs against his flank. The feel of him against my cock sends tiny pinpricks of light flashing behind my eyelids and when I drag open my eyes, Zach is staring at me again in the mirror. The look on my face was dark, almost possessive. It kind of scared me a little seeing that I had no filter, no way of hiding what I was feeling from Zach. In my own way I was splayed just as open, just as vulnerable.
Scissoring my fingers makes emotions shift on his face, and I watch them, watch the way the sweat breaks out on his naked body, beading up against his hairline. The Godawful buzz cut was growing back, but his forehead wasn’t covered with hair, or I’d not be able to see it. I watch his mouth form my name again and fuck, it killed me to slide in another finger, to wait so desperate to fill him slick and hot around me. As I said.
Greedy.
The third finger sends him pitching forward a little, and he lets go of one asscheek to brace himself against the sink, his fingers squeaking as they clench against the unyielding counter. The red flush of his blush spreads to his chest and that was it.
I couldn’t look at him like this anymore without burying myself inside. I jerk out my fingers with a wet squelch and open my jeans with shaking hands. Zach’s tongue dips out to lick at his lips and I can’t look away, my hands tight on his hips. I nudge against him, sliding my cock through all the lube that I left there before and listen to the way he sighs again, my name falls from his lips; a whispered prayer. I can’t hear anything but him over the thud of my own heartbeat. It isn’t hard to line up from this position and I am sliding in, slowly, watch Zach’s eyes widen almost comically in the mirror as I stretch him open. I can see everything like this, the red marks I left from the light scratches on his chest, the way his cock juts out a little, almost resting against the tile, swollen with want. He’d left a little trail of precum everywhere from where his cock slid around when I’d rimmed him.
God you’re beautiful I want that hot little ass I want I wantIwant.. I grit my teeth, keeping the flood of words from spilling out. I tighten my ass to slide in another inch and stare as his mouth goes a little slack, the brown eyes completely dazed as I slide inside. My hand grips his cock and I test its weight in my hand, cradling him against my palm then move forward more, shivering at the glacier pace I was setting, rocking inside until finally I am fully seated, bottoming out inside, my balls brush against him. I am unable to get any closer. I can feel him, the hot slick heat of him and I have to bite my lip again to keep from just pounding into him.
I give him a second to adjust, feel his fingernails in the meat of my forearm and tighten my fist around his cock. The slow, wet slide as I leave his heat, the way he cries out, moaning when I thrust back inside makes me focus more on Zach, on his pleasure and need. I am so caught up in him that I forget why he needed this in the first place.
It’s not altruism. I still want him, am still greedy for him to fall apart around me. I crave it now, and fuck into his hot little hole again, knowing exactly what that feels like from all the times I bottom for him. Zach grunts and his head falls back onto my shoulder, eyes still locked onto mine in the mirror. My teeth are bared as I concentrate, ignoring the burst of heat in my balls as I keep myself from cumming. My fingernails scramble on Zach’s hips, catch on the protruding bones and I pull him up to change the angle.
He wails when my cock stabs at his prostate, and I can guess that his nerves light up like streetlights as his mouth drops open again, neck and the back of his head sweaty against my naked shoulder. I’m jacking him now, moving on my off thrust so that my fist goes down when I draw out, my fist moves up when I bury myself back inside of him. The red flush from before is beautiful as it moves over his pale skin and I move my fist faster, watching him in the mirror.
“Chriiis!” He whimpers, fucking whimpers my name as he starts to cum, the muscles in his ass clenching around my cock like some wet, slick glove, his cock spurting over my fingers. He cums so hard that the first shot hits the mirror in front of him, and that’s when I lose it. I know I’m biting him again, trying to muffle his name as it falls from my lips as light explodes behind my eyelids.
It takes a second for me to remember where I am.
Zach is just slumped against me. It’s obvious that I’m all that is holding him up. I wrap my arms around him and hug him again from behind, meeting his eyes a little sheepishly in the mirror. We shift back, separating so that we’re no longer one person. He turns in my arms and I’m glad for a second that he can’t see my face when I shut my eyes and hold him to me.
“Today was.... I’m. I’m just really glad that today is over.”
Hearing his soft voice, broken but put perfectly back together guts me.
“Do you... need to talk about it?”
I feel him shake his head as he curls into my shoulder, into the heat of my body.
“No. Not anymore.”
The bite of tears, my throat so tight that I don’t think I can talk for minute. I tighten my arms some more and kiss the top of his head, smiling a little into his skin.
Title: Workin’ for the Man
Author: 1lostone
Giftee:llousy_science
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pinto
Word Count: 4678
Summary: AU - Boss!Zach + secretary!Chris, funny, sexy.
Note: I tried like hell to get it under the 3000 word limit. This one just wouldn’t work. I FAIL. But happy holidays anyway, bb! :D Much love to everyone who peeked at this for me. <3!
It wasn’t that Chris’ boss was a dick, exactly.
Sure, he could be brusque. And true, sometimes he could be demanding. And yeah, okay so Zach had really high expectations of all his employees.
Chris told himself that he welcomed the challenge of working with someone so driven and goal-oriented.
And if sometimes Chris found himself grinding his back teeth so that he wouldn’t tell Zach exactly what he could do with his herbal tea, well that was Chris’ fault for not being a team player.
He’d been Zach’s secretary.... er, personal assistant for almost a year now. Chris had taken the job right out of college; pleased as punch with the steady income and excellenfuckingtacular dental plan. He’d literally learned the business from the bottom up. From scheduling clients to buying breakup gifts for Zach’s boyfriends, Chris had been pretty busy.
Almost too busy to notice when things started to get fucking weird as hell.
The first time he noticed it had been about four months ago. Chris had been spinning in his chair, timing his spins to the truly awful muzak version of Dancing Queen while he’d been on hold with the caterers for the company holiday party. He’d made it all the way to loudly proclaiming how much of a teaser he was when there was a slight cough from behind him. Chris had jumped, startled, and completely dizzy from the spinning fell out of his chair, knocking the corner of his head against the little two-drawer filing cabinet near his desk.
He’s woken up, blinking up confusedly at Zach’s concerned brown eyes and pale, panicked face much closer to his own than either had ever been before. Chris’ breath had caught (obviously his asthma was acting up from his head trauma) as they stared at each other for several minutes. Chris had watched as Zach’s face had drawn closer....
…. closer......
And the caterer had picked up the phone with a cheery welcome, tinny voice piping through the ear piece that Chris still wore. Zach had blinked once and his face had morphed back into the polite mask he usually wore around his assistant.
The second time had been slightly less embarrassing, but no less awkward. Last week, he’d been in the copy room, cursing Anton’s obsessive need to store the highlighters on the top fucking shelf when clearly any sane person would keep them nearer to the pens when Zach had walked into the room with his nose buried in a file as he usually did. Zach had looked up, startled when Chris swore under his breath, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, his long body stretched as he reached up for the highlighters. Zach was staring at the way Chris’ jeans had dipped low on his hips.
“Is that a tattoo?” Zach’s voice had been harsh … obviously with disapproval. Zach had stopped short, as though he’d walked into a wall.
Chris had cringed, hopping off the stool and pulling down his t-shirt, face feeling like his face was practically on fire.
He’d cursed to himself, wishing he had not given in to the lure of casual Friday. From the way Zach was staring his jeans obviously did not meet with his boss’ approval. Which sucked. Chris had spent a good bit of his salary on a wardrobe to make sure that he looked professional and put together, not wanting to embarrass himself or Zach if he was called into a meeting to take notes, or asked to bring dinner when the art department was working late. It was important to him.
It just fucking figured that the one time Chris wore his favorite pair of jeans, well worn and much loved, almost threadbare in places (according to Zoe in accounting still made his ass look incredible) Zach would actually see and disapprove.
He hated disappointing Zach. Hell, everything he did was so that Zach’s life went more smoothly. On the rare occasions where he did screw up, Chris was unable to brush it off for days, worrying over his mistake like a dog with a bone.
Chris had known his face was bright red. He had fumbled a little for the stupid highlighters.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I know you’re not supposed to have them visible while at work.”
Zach had blinked at him for a moment as though he had no idea what Chris had been talking about. The small Star Trek insignia wasn’t that obvious. So he was a geek. Sue him. Zach’s gaze had been intent on the small tattoo, just barely visible above his hip bone. Chris had deliberately tugged down the hem of his shirt, knowing that his face was a truly embarrassing shade of red. Zach had shaken his head, as though physically needing to reorganize his thoughts and had stepped away from Chris, turning to the copier and busying himself long enough for the mortified Chris to slink out of the supply room.
The third time was completely by accident.
Chris had been under his desk, looking for a contact. Okay fine so he was vain. Searching with one eye shut, his fingers scrambling around on the floor he must have not been visible to the two arguing in the doorway. Part of his mind acknowledged that sure, that made perfect sense; he’d just shut off the lights before his sneeze had sent his contact flying out into the Great Unknown, damn those fucking allergies,while the other part of his mind froze like a frightened little mouse at Zach’s sharp voice hissing Chris’ name.
“Karl, come on! It’s just not... possible. I can’t keep working with him.”
“And whose fault is that?” Karl, the company lawyer, sounded absolutely furious.
Chris froze, his fingers trembling on the floor.
“Look.” Zach’s voice was tight with frustration. He blew out a breath in a way that Chris recognized was done only when he was absolutely about to flip his shit.”I know it’s wrong, okay Karl? Of course I know that.”
“Do you Zach? I mean, do you really know what you’re doing here?”
But they walked away before Chris could hear Zach’s answer. Two minutes tops. Two minutes to completely destroy any pleasure or confidence Chris took in his job.
Chris made it home in a fog. He’d never known that Zach hated him so much. They’d never been friendly, exactly, but Chris had... he had thought that he’d earned his place. That he was at least respected for his accomplishments. Okay so it wasn't much of a secret that he absolutely worshiped Zach. And sure, some of that was why he tried to hard to do so well...
Oh fuck. What did it matter now?
He unlocked his door, kicked off his shoes and burrowed under the blankets of his bed, fully dressed.
“Look dammit. I’m not sure what your problem is, but you’re going. You put the party together from the caterers to the music to the presents for everyone. Even Zach asked me where you were!”
Chris grunted into the phone, wiggling further into his blankets. His arm slid out to grab the flask then snuggled it back inside what he was privately calling his cocoon of doom. “I don’t care, Zoe. It’s not gonna happen. Definitely not in the party mood.” He hiccuped into the phone.
“Wait. Wait! What the hell is going on?” Zoe sounded concerned. “Chris, I’m going to come over there-”
“No. It’s fine Zoe. Or, it will be. Have fun at the party. I’m too sick to do much of anything. My neighbor was nice enough to get me some soup, and i think I’ll just drink that down and sleep for about a year.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you were sick. I don’t think Zach did either. The temp they hired to fill in for you is kind of an idiot, really. It doesn’t surprise me that she forgot to mention it.”
It didn’t surprise him either, since it was complete bullshit. If Zach was going to fire him, then Chris had thought it would be better to use his vacation time for job hunting.
Only, he hadn’t made it out of bed yet. Chris took another pull of the flask and considered faking a cough. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry that being out is an inconvenience. But... I just can’t. Sorry Zoe. I know you were looking forward to it.”
“I seriously think he misses you. Are you sure you don’t need me to come over, sweetie? You sound pretty bad. You’re even slurring your words, hon.”
“Nah. I’m good.” Chris’ throat tightened at her obvious concern he had to blink back tears. “I’m pretty wrecked, though. Just gonna sleep for awhile. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, Chris. Be sure that you do, okay?”
Chris nodded, sniffed, and ended the call. He held the phone in his hand, looking thoughtfully at the keys. His vision was blurry- either from the tears or the alcohol, but maybe what he needed to feel better was to take some action. To do something.
I seriously think he misses you.
Oh, how much he wished that were true. And how fucking pathetic was he? This was a job. There were other positions out there, ones of which that he could maybe actually use his degree. Before he could talk himself out of it, Chris called up his webmail. Maybe it wasn’t super professional to quit over email- but shit. It wasn’t exactly professional for Zach to gossip to Karl about him either. Chris took another shot of the flask’s contents, head was swimming by the time he finished typing.
Chris’ thumb froze over the send key- pausing before he sent the email. He had a brief moment of - what the hell am I doing?- coming to his senses before he hit send. This was ridiculous to cry over. He felt like he was sending a break-up email. Hurt or not, he still had too much respect for Zach to handle it this way. He’d just go over there tomorrow to turn in his resignation in person. Chris sighed, flopping back on his pillow, deleting the email.
Or so he thought.
God, his fucking head was pounding. Chris swore under his breath, tilting his head against the cool tile of his shower, waiting for the painkillers to work. He’d taken them before he brushed his teeth. The two gallons of water had also helped beat his hangover back into submission. Now if only his head would comply- he’d be in good shape. Well, better shape.
The steam from the shower felt heavenly, and after a moment of it beating down on his naked back Chris tilted back his head so that the water hit his forehead.
He heard it again, faintly and frowned. Chris shut off the water and paused, listening.
Knocking.
“For fuck’s sake!” Chris thought about ignoring it, but the thought of what his neighbors would do if the furious pounding didn’t stop immediately spurred him into action. He shook his head, water flying everywhere and grabbed a towel, not taking the time to dry off properly. Naked, he flung open his bathroom door and stalked down the hallway, wrapping the towel around his waist as he did so. “I’m coming,” Chris hollered.
He didn’t even take the time to look through the peephole before he was flinging open the door hard enough so that the doorknob smacked into the door stop with a dull thud. “What the fuck is your prob--” Chris stopped short, eyes widening almost comically.
It was Zach. A furious, at-the-end-of-his-rope Zach who stood there, one hand raised to pound on his door again, the other causing his hair to stand up crazily in tufts as he ran his fingers through it. Chris noticed with one part of his brain that Zach was pale, except for two red flags of color high on his cheekbones. He watched as Zach’s eyes narrowed, watched him swallow.
“I need to talk to you.”
Chris couldn’t help the little shiver that wracked his body at the dark tone of Zach’s voice. Zach was already moving inside, the material of his shirt brushing against Chris’ abdomen. His whole stance was confrontational and Chris found himself shifting backwards to accommodate the push of Zach’s body. Numbly he’d shut the door before it dawned on him that this was his fucking apartment.
“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, seriously but you can’t just barge in..-”
“I won’t let you quit.”
Chris blinked.
“That is unacceptable, Chris.”
Chris’ eyebrow jumped up to his hairline. He’d worked with the guy for long enough that it was somewhat of a surprise to have him turn into Mrs. Humphsblatt, his third grade teacher. She was the last person that tried to forbid him to do something.
It hadn’t much worked out for her, either.
“You don’t have any say in what I do or not do, Zach. Look, I think you should leave.”
Zach made a sound that sounded like a cat being strangled and Chris, finally, realized what must have happened. Fucking drunk texting was going to be the death of him, really. Of course this was a lot more serious than the time he’d accidentally proposed to his ex-girlfriend.
“I’m not leaving, Chris. I told you, we need to talk.” Zach crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his chin.
Chris blew out a breath, his lips pursed for a moment as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Alright. Fine. But I’m way too naked to talk coherently about anything serious. Have a seat, and I’ll be back in a sec.”
Zach’s eyes widened for a moment and Chris’s heartbeat increased as he watched Zach’s brown eyes slowly move from his face, down to his feet and back up to his face.
Chris hastily turned, giving his head a little shake of denial. No way did Zach just check him out. He padded to his bedroom and found a pair of basketball shorts, dropping the towel and slipping them on. He briefly struggled with whether or not to wear a shirt before swallowing nervously. Fuck it. Maybe he could distract Zach from firing him with his body or something. Chris snorted and turned, walking back to his living room.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No. I.. shit. I’m sorry for barging in here.” Zach didn’t sound sorry at all. In fact, he still sounded pissed.
“I didn’t mean to send you that email. I was going to come in today and give my two weeks.” Chris was surprised at the brief look of hurt on Zach’s face.
Zach let out a breath, slowly, in a way Chris recognized he used when he was trying not to stab one of his clients who was being purposefully obtuse. Chris began to feel his own stirrings of anger at the sound.
“Why?”
Was he serious? Why? “Are you serious?”
Zach ducked his head a little, his body slumping in on itself. “Of course I’m serious. What’s going on? Why do you want to leave m-- er. Quit. Quit so suddenly?”
“I can’t believe you!” Chris exploded, actually shocked at Zach’s duplicity. “I heard you, Zach. You made it very clear to Karl that you couldn’t work with me anymore. I.. I don’t know why. I thought that we were working well together.” God, he sounded like an idiot.
“You.. heard?” Zach winced.
Chris nodded. He forced himself to calm down.
“Ah.. I don’t think you heard what you think you heard.” Zach’s voice had an odd tone to it.
“Oh? Really?” Chris frowned, scoffing at the sheepish tone of Zach’s voice.
“Uh.. yeah. I’ve been... behaving inappropriately towards one of my employees. Karl had had enough of my bullshit and was calling me on it. He was right to do so. It’s not.. it’s... shit.” Zach sighed, his face turning slightly redder as he spoke. “Lusting after one of your employees is completely unprofessional. He’s smart, dedicated... pretty amazing actually. And he doesn’t deserve me having trouble keeping that professional line... professional.”
Chris was completely shocked by the bright burst of jealousy that went through him at Zach’s words. His throat tightened, and he frowned the realization of exactly why he’d been so hurt at Zach’s words crashing down on him. God, he was an idiot. “Then why did my name come up?” Chris cleared his throat, determined to finish this conversation and get Zach the hell out of his apartment before he did something completely ridiculous, like get in touch with his inner teenage girl and burst into tears.
Zach just blinked at him.
“I guess I totally misheard what you were talking about then. You know they say eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. Whoever it is that you.. uh... want to hook up with.. would be lucky. You’re a great person, Zach.”
Chris looked down at his leg, pulling idly on a loose string as Zach made another one of those strangled cat sounds. When Zach didn’t speak he felt his tongue give up the fight of holding back the filter that was on his mouth. “Now I feel like an idiot.”
Zach still didn’t say anything. Chris noticed that he was running the pad of his thumb over the seam of one of the throw pillows on his couch. Chris’ eyes narrowed. Perfect. He was jealous of his own pillow. That had to be a special sort of pathetic in of itself. Maybe that was why he just blurted out his next question. “So... who is it? This mystery person that you can’t work with anymore?”
Zach’s head jerked up. He blinked at Chris some more.
Chris stared back.
Zach looked up at Chris’ ceiling, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “Oh my God.”
The penny dropped.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
Chris sucked in a shocked breath and watched as Zach’s cheeks bloomed with color again. His skin felt too hot, no. Too cold all at once and Chris couldn’t help the way his fingers flexed on his thigh.
He licked his lips, mouth dry at the way Zach’s gaze zeroed onto his mouth.
“So. Ah. To be clear... you uh. You...?” Chris shifted on the couch, telling himself that his voice wasn’t squeaky at all.
“Yeah. Yes.”
Chris knew his grin could have powered a small third-world nation. He watched as Zach slid one of his legs up, folding it as he turned towards Chris on the couch. Chris could feel the heat of Zach’s body from where their knees almost touched. He watched as Zach moved towards him slowly, as though pulled forward by a string. Chris just sat there, part of him stuttering in shock that Zach. Fucking Zach of all people was leaning in to kiss him, the other part wondering how much money he could get for his scientific discovery that pure, sudden, unadulterated lust was a cure for a hangover.
Then Zach’s lips met his and Chris wasn’t thinking much of anything at all. Zach’s lips were dry, almost hesitant as they slid against his softly, once, twice and then Chris was kissing him back, his mouth opening over Zach’s and oh. Ohhh, yeah he’d wanted to do this for... forever.
Zach’s hands were hot on his shoulders as Zach took over the kiss, licking at the seam of Chris’s lips, tongues entangling briefly before he felt Zach’s mouth oh his jawline, brushing against the stubble on his face and chin. Chris heard a choked off moan and realized it was him as he brought the palm of his hands up to Zach’s chest, pushing him back onto the couch, following him with his body.
They couldn’t stop kissing each other, mouths wandering, crashing together with heat and separating as they sucked in breath, breathing each other’s air, tasting each other’s skin.
“Ah, I didn’t really... expect .. um. This. When I knocked on your door.”
Chris smiled again, playfully nipping at Zach’s chin. “Oh. Do you want to stop?” Chris felt Zach’s hands, the long, graceful fingers sliding over his shoulders, down the muscles of his back before pausing at the waistband of his shorts. Zach’s nails dug into the sensitive skin there and Chris moaned, pulling off Zach’s wet, kiss-bruised lips, head falling back.
“No. I don’t.”
Chris fell between Zach’s legs when he shifted his body, and moaned again when Zach slid his fingers down inside the back of his basketball shorts, pulling their lower bodies together.
“Unnhhhghh. Za-aach.” Chris couldn’t help the way he tightened his ass, thrusting against the center of Zach’s body, seeking some sort of friction. He could hear Zach’s own gasping breaths as he panted in Chris’s ear, his hands sliding over the globes of Chris’ ass, over his hips, and back to his butt as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of him.
“God, look at you. You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t believe this is happening... I kept inventing things for you to do so you’d stay late, then feeling like a pervert for keeping you after your work hours.”
“Really?” They both moaned when Chris pushed his hand in between them, curving his fingers over the bulge in Zach’s jeans.
“Yeah...” It was Zach’s turn to thrust up into Chris’ hand.
“Hey.. Zach?” Chris bent again, biting at Zach’s lower lip before he licked at the small hurt, sealing their mouths together as he tried to tell Zach without words just how much he approved of Zach’s breathless confession.
“Yeah..?” Zach’s voice had lowered, gravelled out and the sound made Chris’ cock harden even more in his shorts. He moved slightly so that both of their cocks, still covered in their clothes, brushed against each other. Chris’ hand was still trapped between them. He popped the button on Zach’s jeans, pulling at the zipper with unsteady hands.
Zach’s hands tightened on Chris’ ass, rubbing the palms over the smooth skin, one finger teasing the crease between his cheeks, the fingernail sliding against skin so sensitive that Chris couldn’t help the way he bucked, shuddering at the sensation. His nipples pebbled and he met Zach’s mouth with his own, a sloppy kiss that was all tongue and passion but very little technique.
Chris’ hand pinched uncomfortably from the zipper and the weight of his body. He shifted, moving his body back so that Zach could sit up with him. Zach grumbled a little when the shift in position caused him to have to let go of Chris’ ass. Chris pulled at Zach’s jeans, hand closing around his cock and Zach arched under him, head flopping back against the arm of the couch at Chris’ touch.
“So.. uh. Is this where I insert a dictation joke?”
Zach’s eyes popped open as he stared up at Chris, face perfectly blank for a moment. “Believe-- oh. Oh god yeah like nnnngh... like.. I had this little fantasy of you on my lap.”
“My back against your desk?” Chris smiled, ducking his head a little as he tightened his grip, sliding is fist up and down, slowly working Zach’s cock. “Hmmm. Really? What else?”
Zach nodded, the fact he was biting his lip doing nothing to stop the small sounds emerging from his throat. Chris slid his thumb over the head, spreading around the slick liquid. His mouth dropped open a little as he forced his eyes open, gaze flicking from where Chris’ fist was moving over his cock, up to Chris’ face. “Yeah. You.. on your knees. Under my desk.”
Chris raised an eyebrow again. “Nice. Do I have to call you Mr. Quinto?”
Zach’s laugh sounded completely fake as he shook his head ‘no’. Chris couldn’t help the little smirk that twisted his lips as he moved, sliding back on the cushion of the couch so he could bend over Zach’s cock.
“That’s good,” Chris whispered, loving the way Zach froze then shuddered when Chris’ breath puffed against his dick. “I don’t think I could do that with a straight face.” He pursed his lips, blowing over the head of Zach’s cock, darting a quick glance up at his face.
Zach’s eyes were wide, staring at him as though he almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Chris felt his fingers against his cheekbones and smiled up at him, before opening his lips and engulfing Zach’s cock in the wet heat of his mouth.
Zach arched again and Chris moved his mouth so that he was able to slide his tongue against Zach’s dick, sucking here, lightly scraping him with his front teeth there, sucking hard on the spongy head before whirling his tongue around the underside, pulling off only when Zach’s cock was wet from his saliva. Chris looked up at Zach, shivering as he saw the blissed out, heated look Zach leveled at him from under his half-closed eyes. He bent again to gently kiss the head one more time, sliding his pursed lips over the slit, rubbing them against the bit of precum that welled up at Chris’ ministrations. He pulled off again and licked his lips, grinning as Zach struggled to sit up, using Chris’ hips to pull him so that their cocks were lined up, Zach’s wet and glistening, Chris’ tenting the material of his basketball shorts.
“God, hurry up. Touch me, Zach.”
Zach used one hand to pull Chris’ head down for another kiss, biting a little at his lips in his haste to join their mouths, while his other hand yanked down the front of Chris’ shorts, fisting tightly around his cock.
It was Chris’s turn to moan, breaking away from Zach’s mouth to let his head fall on Zach’s shoulder. He could smell the faint scent of Zach’s aftershave and turned his mouth into Zach’s neck, sucking at the skin there to taste.
Zach used Chris’ cock to pull him closer. He opened his hand and closed it around the both of them, tightening his fingers just enough that Chris cried out at the sensation, Zach’s long fingers against the heat of his cock, moving his hand so that their entwined fingers tightened just enough that they could both jack each other off together.
Chris bit at Zach’s neck again, lips twitching at the way his long body shuddered under him.
“C’mon... unnnnghhh!”
Zach twisted the hand on his cock, the hand on his neck sliding down the sweat on Chris’ back, fingers flirting with the crease of his ass again, two fingers pressing against his opening and Chris froze, crying out a mangled version of Zach’s name before he was spurting over their entwined fingers, watching their flushed cocks with shock. Zach’s hand moved faster, tightening and Chris was so sensitive, his body could only tremble, jerking with every pull of Zach and his fingers.
He felt Zach’s muscles tighten underneath him and heard Zach’s shout as he came, collapsing back against the couch.
Chris moved, getting his feet under him as he moved, adjusting his shorts and flopping back against the cushions.
His air conditioning kicked on in the stunned silence and after a few minutes he peeked over at Zach who still looked boneless, utterly debauched with his softening cock lying against his stomach, jeans pushed halfway down.
“Good thing I quit.”
Zach opened one eye. “Wh-” He cleared his throat. “Why is that?”
“‘Cuz I’d be the one taking that into the dry cleaning.” Chris said, pointing at the jizz-covered shirt.
“Right.” Zach’s face was open, a little shy as he reached out one sticky hand to Chris’.
Chris couldn’t help the smile that stretched over his face. “Hey, Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“I quit.”
Zach’s laugh was shaky. “Thank fuck.”
Author: 1lostone
Giftee: lousy_science
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pinto
Word Count: 3485
Summary: AU - both rehab counselors. Angsty + romantic Zach is having a really, really bad day.
Note: I tried like hell to get it under the 3000 word limit. Sorry, hon. Thanks to jihime47, yesterday_girl and jademac2442 for the look-through.
“Zach?”
My knuckles rap a little on the door- a small pain for a good cause. No sound from the bathroom and I admit, I am starting to get a little worried. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I wait for a split second while I really think about interrupting him. We hadn’t been together that long, really. Exactly when in the relationship is it okay to barge in when someone had clearly shut the door, seeking privacy? I’d been in the study when he came home. Zach hadn’t called out at all. Usually when he got home after Tuesday night Group he’d make a point to find me, have a drink to relax, make out a little on the couch while we pretended to watch a movie. Today there had just been the squeak of his sneakers on the hardwood floor, the eerily silent walk to the bathroom, the near-silent click of the door shutting.
“Hey. I’m coming in, okay?” My mouth. Once again skipping along without my help. I try the knob, turning it slowly and push open the bathroom door.
Oh, shit.
Zach and I both worked as counselors in a live-in rehab facility. Zach had only been there for about a year, taking over as the kiddie shrink for John after he’d left. Zach had only just moved to LA and was getting gouged on the cost of his small apartment, and frankly, when I had told him that I had a room to rent, I hadn’t really expected much from it.
Falling in love completely snuck up on me. Staring at Zach now, his body tense with pain, hands clenched so hard on the bathroom vanity that his fingers were white, his head bowed low, my eyes prick with tears.
I move almost before my brain registers what I see. Zach’s body is unyielding, each muscle tense. When I touch him, one hand slides over his bony hip, my left arm wraps around his torso to pull him back against me and his whole body shudders once, his breath a harsh gasp.
The kiddie counselors always had a high turnover- and an even higher burn-out rate. John had only made it seven months.
“Hey, babe.” I kiss the side of his neck, just under his ear, nuzzle a little against his warm skin, and breathe him in. He’s always the best part of my day.
The muscles in his arms relax minutely, and my heart slows its furious pounding. I move the hand on his hip, slide it slowly up his side, under his armpit. My lips quirk a little when he shivers, ticklish, and I press another kiss into his skin. My fingers trail over his shoulder, down his arm, and wrap around his hand, still clenched rigidly against the edge of the sink.
Zach’s body shudders again and the little breathy sound he makes goes right to my cock. I shift my body, trail my tongue over the back of his neck, scrape my teeth lightly over his topmost vertebra, closing my eyes when his whole body shivers again. His hand tightens on mine, twining my fingers with his. I can see little goosebumps on his bent neck and the sight of them makes me press another kiss to him, nipping at the bump with my lips.
Zach makes another sound and moves our joined hands, bends his elbow and guides my hand to his stomach. He burrows back into my body, looking up at me in the mirror.
He was a little taller than I am, all long lines and pale skin. I like how we look, tangled together, breathing each other’s air. Owning each other’s space.
“Chris...”
Fuck. Just hearing him, hearing the need and the want and fuck the little bit of broken in his voice, kills me. His eyes narrow in the mirror and Zach moves very deliberately back against me.
For a second, doubts. Maybe this isn’t the best...
Zach bends his head, not breaking eye contact in the mirror, kisses the top of my arm. His lips are soft. I can feel his heartbeat, solid and alive against the front of my chest, and I open my mouth to ask, to make sure that this is really what he wants, but Zach beats me to the punch, shakes his head and rocks his ass back against me again.
“Just.. take me out of my head. Just for awhile.” The look in his eyes made me want to beat the shit out of whoever hurt him and simultaneously, to hang onto him, to hold him and cling a little.
I step back a little, unwrap my arms from around him and Zach makes an unhappy sound in the back of his throat. His eyes widen a little and I see him start to speak.
I kiss his neck again, slide my closed lips against the column, ghosting them down to where his neck slopes gracefully into his collarbone. I bite him, sucking the pale skin into my mouth with a sharp movement of my lips.
Zach almost collapses, his air leaving him on a deep gasp. His eyes widen in the mirror and he pressed his lips shut, staring at the small mark I made on him, watching as the tip of my tongue traced the little red spot. I move my hands to the front of his body, still deliberately touching him with just my mouth and watch his nostrils flare a little as I unbutton his shirt, one button, then another. I suck on his skin again, tasting his sweat and the faint tang of his soap. Moving my mouth down a little, I press my face into the small spot I’d revealed by unbuttoning his shirt and watched as Zach’s hands came back down on the vanity, almost in the same spot as they’d been before when I walked in on him, lost in the utter soul-sucking shit that was his day.
If I was going to heal him with my cock, then by Christ I was gonna do it right.
I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pull it off one arm, then the other. I rub the skin, purposefully moving my hands against the hair on his body, rubbing every inch of the pale, soft skin. Zach watches my mouth in the mirror, waiting for me to taste his skin again. I run my hands over his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his nipples, tugging a little on the hair until I had his attention.
I want his eyes on me. “You watch what I’m doing to you.” He moans at my whisper, the timbre of my voice dark and secret in his ear, breath hot against his lobe. He shivers at the slight stimulation, and I lick my lips at the way his nipples harden a little further when I tug lightly on his chest hair.
My words seem to have a weird quality, hanging as they did in the bathroom. For both of us, talking is literally our bread and butter. Constant discussion, examination, reassessing of feelings. We spend hours on both sides of that, talking and listening. Now, the near silence, the way the harsh fluorescent lights hid nothing from either one of us seemed like its own sort of brutal honesty.
I stand back a little and strip off my t-shirt. I want his skin against mine.
I am greedy for it, for the feel of him against me.
Now I could kiss over his naked shoulder, nuzzling the slight rasp of my stubble against him. Smile when I hear him moan. Zach shifts again, his ass snug against the front of me and I couldn't help the little snort of amusement at his impatience.
The whithering look that meets my gaze in the mirror makes me laugh outright, and it is my turn to bend my neck, hide, press my face into the center of his back between his shoulder blades. The slight scrape of my chin on his skin. Zach moans again at the feel of my breath and mouth against him and my eyes widen. I never knew he was so sensitive there.
My hands go to the snap of his jeans. His fingers move with mine, push the denim off his lean hips, take his underwear with them so that the change in his pockets jingles when it hits the tiled floor. I kiss his back again, lip at the whorls of hair, lave over the protruding bones in his shoulder, the tip of my tongue tracing the knobby bumps of his spine.
“Shit,” he mutters.
I pause, peek up at him over his shoulder. He looks down and my gaze follows his. Zach glares at his shoes and I can’t help it, my body shakes with laughter as I bend down, kneeling behind him. It doesn’t take long to untie his shoes and help him step out of his clothes and holyfuck Zach is right there, standing in front of me, naked and vulnerable and hard and I want him so badly that my fingers tremble.
I mouth over his left calf and he shifts, his legs opening for me, kicking away the jeans. I help him take off his socks, kissing up his leg. My mouth on the back of his knees make him snort in laughter, the press of my fingers on the back of his thighs, my nails slide against the soft skin of his inner thighs makes him sigh, widening his stance.
With one hand I push his lower back so that he bends over the vanity, nudge his leg with my shoulder. I hear his breath stutter, and have a second to wonder how long it’s been since he’s been this open before anyone.
Usually our positions are reversed.
I kiss at one cheek, kind of rubbing my nose against him. This way we have of speaking without voice, whole conversations that don’t use our vocal cords undoes me. I spread Zach gently apart and just look for a second, ghosting my breath over him. I feel a little stupid as I stick out my tongue, lightly brushing over the globes of his ass, tracing the round muscle and delving down in between. I lick at him and feel more emboldened by the sound that Zach makes, the trembling way he raises up on his toes to press closer. I feel hot, and have to press the heel of my hand against my trapped cock as my tongue slides over his skin. I want him wet. The way he’s almost groaning my name isn’t hurting things either. I press the flat part of my tongue against his hole and Zach absolutely freezes, trembling again as though he’s too turned on to move; not sure if he wants to move closer to my mouth or buck forward to press his cock against the cool ceramic of the sink.
I fuck my tongue into him, slowly, my eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks at the way he chokes at the sensation. He curses under his breath and his hands reach back, holding himself open for me so that I can get closer.
God, I love this. Maybe it’s the power thing, I don’t really know. Or care. I love how he is just bent over in front of me, actually spreading himself for me, each stab of my tongue making him moan and grunt, cry out and whisper my name. I love how hot he is, the musky smell of him and sweat, the way this feels kind of dirty.
“Fuck you, Chris... God.. Goddamnit give me.. I .. I want...”
My lips do this weird smirking thing and I have to pull out of him, half afraid I’ll sprain my tongue if I laugh like this. I love that I made him babble.
“Stay like this for a minute.”
A quick flash of shock in his eyes, before I’m up on my feet, giving his ass cheek a spank and almost running out of the room. Between the shoes and the lack of lube I kind of think I suck at this spontaneous thing. This sort of shit never seems to happen in books. It doesn’t take long to grab the stuff and I’m back in the bathroom in a minute.
I stop completely, look at him spread out in front of me, and for a second when my nuts tighten I’m afraid I’ll come right there, in my pants like a kid. Zach really hasn’t moved, ass still held open, wet hole twitching from the wetness of my mouth, from the way I spit and drooled all over him before I tongue-fucked him. His head is bent again and there’s tension in the line of his body.
I wonder what he’s thinking about.
I’m not egotistical enough to imagine that he’s completely consumed with me. With what we’re doing here. I am however jealous enough to be a little pissed. I step up behind him again and slide one dry finger against his hole. He sucks in a breath as I press against the sensitive tissue, knowing how over-stimulated he had to be. Zach shifts, as though he was going to move his hands and I shake my head, biting his shoulder. The lube was cold on my fingers and I don’t fuck around, pressing inside of him with one finger., My eyes flutter shut at the heat, the way he grips against the small intrusion into his body. I don’t thrust, just angle my finger up to stretch the ring of muscle before sliding out completely. I squirt some more lube onto his ass, spread it around with the tips of my fingers, pulling a little on the hair there. I like the way it looks all wet and slimy from my ministrations. It warms quickly to the heat of his skin and Zach makes a needy sound and right then, right at that moment I knew he was back with me.
I slide my finger back into his ass, knuckling it to stretch him slightly, knowing it wasn’t deep enough for what he wants. I am content to tease him a little until he I see that his own fingers dig into the flesh of his ass, trembling a little with the strain of needing something to hang onto.
“Chris...”
I am so fucking greedy for this. For this man in front of me. Another finger, it slides and curls deep inside him, and he sighs. I stretch my fingers and know that if I fuck him like this it would hurt him. My dick is too thick not to prepare him fully, but for a bare, brief, dark, sick moment I don’t care.
Greedy, like I said.
His hipbone digs into my stomach as I press in more, my fingers sliding deeper. My body rubs against his flank. The feel of him against my cock sends tiny pinpricks of light flashing behind my eyelids and when I drag open my eyes, Zach is staring at me again in the mirror. The look on my face was dark, almost possessive. It kind of scared me a little seeing that I had no filter, no way of hiding what I was feeling from Zach. In my own way I was splayed just as open, just as vulnerable.
Scissoring my fingers makes emotions shift on his face, and I watch them, watch the way the sweat breaks out on his naked body, beading up against his hairline. The Godawful buzz cut was growing back, but his forehead wasn’t covered with hair, or I’d not be able to see it. I watch his mouth form my name again and fuck, it killed me to slide in another finger, to wait so desperate to fill him slick and hot around me. As I said.
Greedy.
The third finger sends him pitching forward a little, and he lets go of one asscheek to brace himself against the sink, his fingers squeaking as they clench against the unyielding counter. The red flush of his blush spreads to his chest and that was it.
I couldn’t look at him like this anymore without burying myself inside. I jerk out my fingers with a wet squelch and open my jeans with shaking hands. Zach’s tongue dips out to lick at his lips and I can’t look away, my hands tight on his hips. I nudge against him, sliding my cock through all the lube that I left there before and listen to the way he sighs again, my name falls from his lips; a whispered prayer. I can’t hear anything but him over the thud of my own heartbeat. It isn’t hard to line up from this position and I am sliding in, slowly, watch Zach’s eyes widen almost comically in the mirror as I stretch him open. I can see everything like this, the red marks I left from the light scratches on his chest, the way his cock juts out a little, almost resting against the tile, swollen with want. He’d left a little trail of precum everywhere from where his cock slid around when I’d rimmed him.
God you’re beautiful I want that hot little ass I want I wantIwant.. I grit my teeth, keeping the flood of words from spilling out. I tighten my ass to slide in another inch and stare as his mouth goes a little slack, the brown eyes completely dazed as I slide inside. My hand grips his cock and I test its weight in my hand, cradling him against my palm then move forward more, shivering at the glacier pace I was setting, rocking inside until finally I am fully seated, bottoming out inside, my balls brush against him. I am unable to get any closer. I can feel him, the hot slick heat of him and I have to bite my lip again to keep from just pounding into him.
I give him a second to adjust, feel his fingernails in the meat of my forearm and tighten my fist around his cock. The slow, wet slide as I leave his heat, the way he cries out, moaning when I thrust back inside makes me focus more on Zach, on his pleasure and need. I am so caught up in him that I forget why he needed this in the first place.
It’s not altruism. I still want him, am still greedy for him to fall apart around me. I crave it now, and fuck into his hot little hole again, knowing exactly what that feels like from all the times I bottom for him. Zach grunts and his head falls back onto my shoulder, eyes still locked onto mine in the mirror. My teeth are bared as I concentrate, ignoring the burst of heat in my balls as I keep myself from cumming. My fingernails scramble on Zach’s hips, catch on the protruding bones and I pull him up to change the angle.
He wails when my cock stabs at his prostate, and I can guess that his nerves light up like streetlights as his mouth drops open again, neck and the back of his head sweaty against my naked shoulder. I’m jacking him now, moving on my off thrust so that my fist goes down when I draw out, my fist moves up when I bury myself back inside of him. The red flush from before is beautiful as it moves over his pale skin and I move my fist faster, watching him in the mirror.
“Chriiis!” He whimpers, fucking whimpers my name as he starts to cum, the muscles in his ass clenching around my cock like some wet, slick glove, his cock spurting over my fingers. He cums so hard that the first shot hits the mirror in front of him, and that’s when I lose it. I know I’m biting him again, trying to muffle his name as it falls from my lips as light explodes behind my eyelids.
It takes a second for me to remember where I am.
Zach is just slumped against me. It’s obvious that I’m all that is holding him up. I wrap my arms around him and hug him again from behind, meeting his eyes a little sheepishly in the mirror. We shift back, separating so that we’re no longer one person. He turns in my arms and I’m glad for a second that he can’t see my face when I shut my eyes and hold him to me.
“Today was.... I’m. I’m just really glad that today is over.”
Hearing his soft voice, broken but put perfectly back together guts me.
“Do you... need to talk about it?”
I feel him shake his head as he curls into my shoulder, into the heat of my body.
“No. Not anymore.”
The bite of tears, my throat so tight that I don’t think I can talk for minute. I tighten my arms some more and kiss the top of his head, smiling a little into his skin.
Title: Workin’ for the Man
Author: 1lostone
Giftee:llousy_science
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pinto
Word Count: 4678
Summary: AU - Boss!Zach + secretary!Chris, funny, sexy.
Note: I tried like hell to get it under the 3000 word limit. This one just wouldn’t work. I FAIL. But happy holidays anyway, bb! :D Much love to everyone who peeked at this for me. <3!
It wasn’t that Chris’ boss was a dick, exactly.
Sure, he could be brusque. And true, sometimes he could be demanding. And yeah, okay so Zach had really high expectations of all his employees.
Chris told himself that he welcomed the challenge of working with someone so driven and goal-oriented.
And if sometimes Chris found himself grinding his back teeth so that he wouldn’t tell Zach exactly what he could do with his herbal tea, well that was Chris’ fault for not being a team player.
He’d been Zach’s secretary.... er, personal assistant for almost a year now. Chris had taken the job right out of college; pleased as punch with the steady income and excellenfuckingtacular dental plan. He’d literally learned the business from the bottom up. From scheduling clients to buying breakup gifts for Zach’s boyfriends, Chris had been pretty busy.
Almost too busy to notice when things started to get fucking weird as hell.
The first time he noticed it had been about four months ago. Chris had been spinning in his chair, timing his spins to the truly awful muzak version of Dancing Queen while he’d been on hold with the caterers for the company holiday party. He’d made it all the way to loudly proclaiming how much of a teaser he was when there was a slight cough from behind him. Chris had jumped, startled, and completely dizzy from the spinning fell out of his chair, knocking the corner of his head against the little two-drawer filing cabinet near his desk.
He’s woken up, blinking up confusedly at Zach’s concerned brown eyes and pale, panicked face much closer to his own than either had ever been before. Chris’ breath had caught (obviously his asthma was acting up from his head trauma) as they stared at each other for several minutes. Chris had watched as Zach’s face had drawn closer....
…. closer......
And the caterer had picked up the phone with a cheery welcome, tinny voice piping through the ear piece that Chris still wore. Zach had blinked once and his face had morphed back into the polite mask he usually wore around his assistant.
The second time had been slightly less embarrassing, but no less awkward. Last week, he’d been in the copy room, cursing Anton’s obsessive need to store the highlighters on the top fucking shelf when clearly any sane person would keep them nearer to the pens when Zach had walked into the room with his nose buried in a file as he usually did. Zach had looked up, startled when Chris swore under his breath, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, his long body stretched as he reached up for the highlighters. Zach was staring at the way Chris’ jeans had dipped low on his hips.
“Is that a tattoo?” Zach’s voice had been harsh … obviously with disapproval. Zach had stopped short, as though he’d walked into a wall.
Chris had cringed, hopping off the stool and pulling down his t-shirt, face feeling like his face was practically on fire.
He’d cursed to himself, wishing he had not given in to the lure of casual Friday. From the way Zach was staring his jeans obviously did not meet with his boss’ approval. Which sucked. Chris had spent a good bit of his salary on a wardrobe to make sure that he looked professional and put together, not wanting to embarrass himself or Zach if he was called into a meeting to take notes, or asked to bring dinner when the art department was working late. It was important to him.
It just fucking figured that the one time Chris wore his favorite pair of jeans, well worn and much loved, almost threadbare in places (according to Zoe in accounting still made his ass look incredible) Zach would actually see and disapprove.
He hated disappointing Zach. Hell, everything he did was so that Zach’s life went more smoothly. On the rare occasions where he did screw up, Chris was unable to brush it off for days, worrying over his mistake like a dog with a bone.
Chris had known his face was bright red. He had fumbled a little for the stupid highlighters.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. I know you’re not supposed to have them visible while at work.”
Zach had blinked at him for a moment as though he had no idea what Chris had been talking about. The small Star Trek insignia wasn’t that obvious. So he was a geek. Sue him. Zach’s gaze had been intent on the small tattoo, just barely visible above his hip bone. Chris had deliberately tugged down the hem of his shirt, knowing that his face was a truly embarrassing shade of red. Zach had shaken his head, as though physically needing to reorganize his thoughts and had stepped away from Chris, turning to the copier and busying himself long enough for the mortified Chris to slink out of the supply room.
The third time was completely by accident.
Chris had been under his desk, looking for a contact. Okay fine so he was vain. Searching with one eye shut, his fingers scrambling around on the floor he must have not been visible to the two arguing in the doorway. Part of his mind acknowledged that sure, that made perfect sense; he’d just shut off the lights before his sneeze had sent his contact flying out into the Great Unknown, damn those fucking allergies,while the other part of his mind froze like a frightened little mouse at Zach’s sharp voice hissing Chris’ name.
“Karl, come on! It’s just not... possible. I can’t keep working with him.”
“And whose fault is that?” Karl, the company lawyer, sounded absolutely furious.
Chris froze, his fingers trembling on the floor.
“Look.” Zach’s voice was tight with frustration. He blew out a breath in a way that Chris recognized was done only when he was absolutely about to flip his shit.”I know it’s wrong, okay Karl? Of course I know that.”
“Do you Zach? I mean, do you really know what you’re doing here?”
But they walked away before Chris could hear Zach’s answer. Two minutes tops. Two minutes to completely destroy any pleasure or confidence Chris took in his job.
Chris made it home in a fog. He’d never known that Zach hated him so much. They’d never been friendly, exactly, but Chris had... he had thought that he’d earned his place. That he was at least respected for his accomplishments. Okay so it wasn't much of a secret that he absolutely worshiped Zach. And sure, some of that was why he tried to hard to do so well...
Oh fuck. What did it matter now?
He unlocked his door, kicked off his shoes and burrowed under the blankets of his bed, fully dressed.
“Look dammit. I’m not sure what your problem is, but you’re going. You put the party together from the caterers to the music to the presents for everyone. Even Zach asked me where you were!”
Chris grunted into the phone, wiggling further into his blankets. His arm slid out to grab the flask then snuggled it back inside what he was privately calling his cocoon of doom. “I don’t care, Zoe. It’s not gonna happen. Definitely not in the party mood.” He hiccuped into the phone.
“Wait. Wait! What the hell is going on?” Zoe sounded concerned. “Chris, I’m going to come over there-”
“No. It’s fine Zoe. Or, it will be. Have fun at the party. I’m too sick to do much of anything. My neighbor was nice enough to get me some soup, and i think I’ll just drink that down and sleep for about a year.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you were sick. I don’t think Zach did either. The temp they hired to fill in for you is kind of an idiot, really. It doesn’t surprise me that she forgot to mention it.”
It didn’t surprise him either, since it was complete bullshit. If Zach was going to fire him, then Chris had thought it would be better to use his vacation time for job hunting.
Only, he hadn’t made it out of bed yet. Chris took another pull of the flask and considered faking a cough. “Oh. Well, I’m sorry that being out is an inconvenience. But... I just can’t. Sorry Zoe. I know you were looking forward to it.”
“I seriously think he misses you. Are you sure you don’t need me to come over, sweetie? You sound pretty bad. You’re even slurring your words, hon.”
“Nah. I’m good.” Chris’ throat tightened at her obvious concern he had to blink back tears. “I’m pretty wrecked, though. Just gonna sleep for awhile. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, Chris. Be sure that you do, okay?”
Chris nodded, sniffed, and ended the call. He held the phone in his hand, looking thoughtfully at the keys. His vision was blurry- either from the tears or the alcohol, but maybe what he needed to feel better was to take some action. To do something.
I seriously think he misses you.
Oh, how much he wished that were true. And how fucking pathetic was he? This was a job. There were other positions out there, ones of which that he could maybe actually use his degree. Before he could talk himself out of it, Chris called up his webmail. Maybe it wasn’t super professional to quit over email- but shit. It wasn’t exactly professional for Zach to gossip to Karl about him either. Chris took another shot of the flask’s contents, head was swimming by the time he finished typing.
Chris’ thumb froze over the send key- pausing before he sent the email. He had a brief moment of - what the hell am I doing?- coming to his senses before he hit send. This was ridiculous to cry over. He felt like he was sending a break-up email. Hurt or not, he still had too much respect for Zach to handle it this way. He’d just go over there tomorrow to turn in his resignation in person. Chris sighed, flopping back on his pillow, deleting the email.
Or so he thought.
God, his fucking head was pounding. Chris swore under his breath, tilting his head against the cool tile of his shower, waiting for the painkillers to work. He’d taken them before he brushed his teeth. The two gallons of water had also helped beat his hangover back into submission. Now if only his head would comply- he’d be in good shape. Well, better shape.
The steam from the shower felt heavenly, and after a moment of it beating down on his naked back Chris tilted back his head so that the water hit his forehead.
He heard it again, faintly and frowned. Chris shut off the water and paused, listening.
Knocking.
“For fuck’s sake!” Chris thought about ignoring it, but the thought of what his neighbors would do if the furious pounding didn’t stop immediately spurred him into action. He shook his head, water flying everywhere and grabbed a towel, not taking the time to dry off properly. Naked, he flung open his bathroom door and stalked down the hallway, wrapping the towel around his waist as he did so. “I’m coming,” Chris hollered.
He didn’t even take the time to look through the peephole before he was flinging open the door hard enough so that the doorknob smacked into the door stop with a dull thud. “What the fuck is your prob--” Chris stopped short, eyes widening almost comically.
It was Zach. A furious, at-the-end-of-his-rope Zach who stood there, one hand raised to pound on his door again, the other causing his hair to stand up crazily in tufts as he ran his fingers through it. Chris noticed with one part of his brain that Zach was pale, except for two red flags of color high on his cheekbones. He watched as Zach’s eyes narrowed, watched him swallow.
“I need to talk to you.”
Chris couldn’t help the little shiver that wracked his body at the dark tone of Zach’s voice. Zach was already moving inside, the material of his shirt brushing against Chris’ abdomen. His whole stance was confrontational and Chris found himself shifting backwards to accommodate the push of Zach’s body. Numbly he’d shut the door before it dawned on him that this was his fucking apartment.
“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, seriously but you can’t just barge in..-”
“I won’t let you quit.”
Chris blinked.
“That is unacceptable, Chris.”
Chris’ eyebrow jumped up to his hairline. He’d worked with the guy for long enough that it was somewhat of a surprise to have him turn into Mrs. Humphsblatt, his third grade teacher. She was the last person that tried to forbid him to do something.
It hadn’t much worked out for her, either.
“You don’t have any say in what I do or not do, Zach. Look, I think you should leave.”
Zach made a sound that sounded like a cat being strangled and Chris, finally, realized what must have happened. Fucking drunk texting was going to be the death of him, really. Of course this was a lot more serious than the time he’d accidentally proposed to his ex-girlfriend.
“I’m not leaving, Chris. I told you, we need to talk.” Zach crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his chin.
Chris blew out a breath, his lips pursed for a moment as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Alright. Fine. But I’m way too naked to talk coherently about anything serious. Have a seat, and I’ll be back in a sec.”
Zach’s eyes widened for a moment and Chris’s heartbeat increased as he watched Zach’s brown eyes slowly move from his face, down to his feet and back up to his face.
Chris hastily turned, giving his head a little shake of denial. No way did Zach just check him out. He padded to his bedroom and found a pair of basketball shorts, dropping the towel and slipping them on. He briefly struggled with whether or not to wear a shirt before swallowing nervously. Fuck it. Maybe he could distract Zach from firing him with his body or something. Chris snorted and turned, walking back to his living room.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No. I.. shit. I’m sorry for barging in here.” Zach didn’t sound sorry at all. In fact, he still sounded pissed.
“I didn’t mean to send you that email. I was going to come in today and give my two weeks.” Chris was surprised at the brief look of hurt on Zach’s face.
Zach let out a breath, slowly, in a way Chris recognized he used when he was trying not to stab one of his clients who was being purposefully obtuse. Chris began to feel his own stirrings of anger at the sound.
“Why?”
Was he serious? Why? “Are you serious?”
Zach ducked his head a little, his body slumping in on itself. “Of course I’m serious. What’s going on? Why do you want to leave m-- er. Quit. Quit so suddenly?”
“I can’t believe you!” Chris exploded, actually shocked at Zach’s duplicity. “I heard you, Zach. You made it very clear to Karl that you couldn’t work with me anymore. I.. I don’t know why. I thought that we were working well together.” God, he sounded like an idiot.
“You.. heard?” Zach winced.
Chris nodded. He forced himself to calm down.
“Ah.. I don’t think you heard what you think you heard.” Zach’s voice had an odd tone to it.
“Oh? Really?” Chris frowned, scoffing at the sheepish tone of Zach’s voice.
“Uh.. yeah. I’ve been... behaving inappropriately towards one of my employees. Karl had had enough of my bullshit and was calling me on it. He was right to do so. It’s not.. it’s... shit.” Zach sighed, his face turning slightly redder as he spoke. “Lusting after one of your employees is completely unprofessional. He’s smart, dedicated... pretty amazing actually. And he doesn’t deserve me having trouble keeping that professional line... professional.”
Chris was completely shocked by the bright burst of jealousy that went through him at Zach’s words. His throat tightened, and he frowned the realization of exactly why he’d been so hurt at Zach’s words crashing down on him. God, he was an idiot. “Then why did my name come up?” Chris cleared his throat, determined to finish this conversation and get Zach the hell out of his apartment before he did something completely ridiculous, like get in touch with his inner teenage girl and burst into tears.
Zach just blinked at him.
“I guess I totally misheard what you were talking about then. You know they say eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. Whoever it is that you.. uh... want to hook up with.. would be lucky. You’re a great person, Zach.”
Chris looked down at his leg, pulling idly on a loose string as Zach made another one of those strangled cat sounds. When Zach didn’t speak he felt his tongue give up the fight of holding back the filter that was on his mouth. “Now I feel like an idiot.”
Zach still didn’t say anything. Chris noticed that he was running the pad of his thumb over the seam of one of the throw pillows on his couch. Chris’ eyes narrowed. Perfect. He was jealous of his own pillow. That had to be a special sort of pathetic in of itself. Maybe that was why he just blurted out his next question. “So... who is it? This mystery person that you can’t work with anymore?”
Zach’s head jerked up. He blinked at Chris some more.
Chris stared back.
Zach looked up at Chris’ ceiling, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “Oh my God.”
The penny dropped.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
Chris sucked in a shocked breath and watched as Zach’s cheeks bloomed with color again. His skin felt too hot, no. Too cold all at once and Chris couldn’t help the way his fingers flexed on his thigh.
He licked his lips, mouth dry at the way Zach’s gaze zeroed onto his mouth.
“So. Ah. To be clear... you uh. You...?” Chris shifted on the couch, telling himself that his voice wasn’t squeaky at all.
“Yeah. Yes.”
Chris knew his grin could have powered a small third-world nation. He watched as Zach slid one of his legs up, folding it as he turned towards Chris on the couch. Chris could feel the heat of Zach’s body from where their knees almost touched. He watched as Zach moved towards him slowly, as though pulled forward by a string. Chris just sat there, part of him stuttering in shock that Zach. Fucking Zach of all people was leaning in to kiss him, the other part wondering how much money he could get for his scientific discovery that pure, sudden, unadulterated lust was a cure for a hangover.
Then Zach’s lips met his and Chris wasn’t thinking much of anything at all. Zach’s lips were dry, almost hesitant as they slid against his softly, once, twice and then Chris was kissing him back, his mouth opening over Zach’s and oh. Ohhh, yeah he’d wanted to do this for... forever.
Zach’s hands were hot on his shoulders as Zach took over the kiss, licking at the seam of Chris’s lips, tongues entangling briefly before he felt Zach’s mouth oh his jawline, brushing against the stubble on his face and chin. Chris heard a choked off moan and realized it was him as he brought the palm of his hands up to Zach’s chest, pushing him back onto the couch, following him with his body.
They couldn’t stop kissing each other, mouths wandering, crashing together with heat and separating as they sucked in breath, breathing each other’s air, tasting each other’s skin.
“Ah, I didn’t really... expect .. um. This. When I knocked on your door.”
Chris smiled again, playfully nipping at Zach’s chin. “Oh. Do you want to stop?” Chris felt Zach’s hands, the long, graceful fingers sliding over his shoulders, down the muscles of his back before pausing at the waistband of his shorts. Zach’s nails dug into the sensitive skin there and Chris moaned, pulling off Zach’s wet, kiss-bruised lips, head falling back.
“No. I don’t.”
Chris fell between Zach’s legs when he shifted his body, and moaned again when Zach slid his fingers down inside the back of his basketball shorts, pulling their lower bodies together.
“Unnhhhghh. Za-aach.” Chris couldn’t help the way he tightened his ass, thrusting against the center of Zach’s body, seeking some sort of friction. He could hear Zach’s own gasping breaths as he panted in Chris’s ear, his hands sliding over the globes of Chris’ ass, over his hips, and back to his butt as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of him.
“God, look at you. You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t believe this is happening... I kept inventing things for you to do so you’d stay late, then feeling like a pervert for keeping you after your work hours.”
“Really?” They both moaned when Chris pushed his hand in between them, curving his fingers over the bulge in Zach’s jeans.
“Yeah...” It was Zach’s turn to thrust up into Chris’ hand.
“Hey.. Zach?” Chris bent again, biting at Zach’s lower lip before he licked at the small hurt, sealing their mouths together as he tried to tell Zach without words just how much he approved of Zach’s breathless confession.
“Yeah..?” Zach’s voice had lowered, gravelled out and the sound made Chris’ cock harden even more in his shorts. He moved slightly so that both of their cocks, still covered in their clothes, brushed against each other. Chris’ hand was still trapped between them. He popped the button on Zach’s jeans, pulling at the zipper with unsteady hands.
Zach’s hands tightened on Chris’ ass, rubbing the palms over the smooth skin, one finger teasing the crease between his cheeks, the fingernail sliding against skin so sensitive that Chris couldn’t help the way he bucked, shuddering at the sensation. His nipples pebbled and he met Zach’s mouth with his own, a sloppy kiss that was all tongue and passion but very little technique.
Chris’ hand pinched uncomfortably from the zipper and the weight of his body. He shifted, moving his body back so that Zach could sit up with him. Zach grumbled a little when the shift in position caused him to have to let go of Chris’ ass. Chris pulled at Zach’s jeans, hand closing around his cock and Zach arched under him, head flopping back against the arm of the couch at Chris’ touch.
“So.. uh. Is this where I insert a dictation joke?”
Zach’s eyes popped open as he stared up at Chris, face perfectly blank for a moment. “Believe-- oh. Oh god yeah like nnnngh... like.. I had this little fantasy of you on my lap.”
“My back against your desk?” Chris smiled, ducking his head a little as he tightened his grip, sliding is fist up and down, slowly working Zach’s cock. “Hmmm. Really? What else?”
Zach nodded, the fact he was biting his lip doing nothing to stop the small sounds emerging from his throat. Chris slid his thumb over the head, spreading around the slick liquid. His mouth dropped open a little as he forced his eyes open, gaze flicking from where Chris’ fist was moving over his cock, up to Chris’ face. “Yeah. You.. on your knees. Under my desk.”
Chris raised an eyebrow again. “Nice. Do I have to call you Mr. Quinto?”
Zach’s laugh sounded completely fake as he shook his head ‘no’. Chris couldn’t help the little smirk that twisted his lips as he moved, sliding back on the cushion of the couch so he could bend over Zach’s cock.
“That’s good,” Chris whispered, loving the way Zach froze then shuddered when Chris’ breath puffed against his dick. “I don’t think I could do that with a straight face.” He pursed his lips, blowing over the head of Zach’s cock, darting a quick glance up at his face.
Zach’s eyes were wide, staring at him as though he almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Chris felt his fingers against his cheekbones and smiled up at him, before opening his lips and engulfing Zach’s cock in the wet heat of his mouth.
Zach arched again and Chris moved his mouth so that he was able to slide his tongue against Zach’s dick, sucking here, lightly scraping him with his front teeth there, sucking hard on the spongy head before whirling his tongue around the underside, pulling off only when Zach’s cock was wet from his saliva. Chris looked up at Zach, shivering as he saw the blissed out, heated look Zach leveled at him from under his half-closed eyes. He bent again to gently kiss the head one more time, sliding his pursed lips over the slit, rubbing them against the bit of precum that welled up at Chris’ ministrations. He pulled off again and licked his lips, grinning as Zach struggled to sit up, using Chris’ hips to pull him so that their cocks were lined up, Zach’s wet and glistening, Chris’ tenting the material of his basketball shorts.
“God, hurry up. Touch me, Zach.”
Zach used one hand to pull Chris’ head down for another kiss, biting a little at his lips in his haste to join their mouths, while his other hand yanked down the front of Chris’ shorts, fisting tightly around his cock.
It was Chris’s turn to moan, breaking away from Zach’s mouth to let his head fall on Zach’s shoulder. He could smell the faint scent of Zach’s aftershave and turned his mouth into Zach’s neck, sucking at the skin there to taste.
Zach used Chris’ cock to pull him closer. He opened his hand and closed it around the both of them, tightening his fingers just enough that Chris cried out at the sensation, Zach’s long fingers against the heat of his cock, moving his hand so that their entwined fingers tightened just enough that they could both jack each other off together.
Chris bit at Zach’s neck again, lips twitching at the way his long body shuddered under him.
“C’mon... unnnnghhh!”
Zach twisted the hand on his cock, the hand on his neck sliding down the sweat on Chris’ back, fingers flirting with the crease of his ass again, two fingers pressing against his opening and Chris froze, crying out a mangled version of Zach’s name before he was spurting over their entwined fingers, watching their flushed cocks with shock. Zach’s hand moved faster, tightening and Chris was so sensitive, his body could only tremble, jerking with every pull of Zach and his fingers.
He felt Zach’s muscles tighten underneath him and heard Zach’s shout as he came, collapsing back against the couch.
Chris moved, getting his feet under him as he moved, adjusting his shorts and flopping back against the cushions.
His air conditioning kicked on in the stunned silence and after a few minutes he peeked over at Zach who still looked boneless, utterly debauched with his softening cock lying against his stomach, jeans pushed halfway down.
“Good thing I quit.”
Zach opened one eye. “Wh-” He cleared his throat. “Why is that?”
“‘Cuz I’d be the one taking that into the dry cleaning.” Chris said, pointing at the jizz-covered shirt.
“Right.” Zach’s face was open, a little shy as he reached out one sticky hand to Chris’.
Chris couldn’t help the smile that stretched over his face. “Hey, Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“I quit.”
Zach’s laugh was shaky. “Thank fuck.”