Fic: Swim the Warm Waters of Sins of the Flesh

[dante_s_hell]

Author's name: dante_s_hell
Written for: the_deep_magic
Pairing/characters: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Established long-term relationship, trying to spice things up with sex toys (can be serious or funny, though funny + hot is always appreciated). Special preference for: anal beads, sounding, piercings, bizarrely shaped prostate stimulators.
Warnings: Use of toys (a la the prompt).
Disclaimer: Not real. Not mine.
Note: Title taken from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.



Swim the Warm Waters of Sins of the Flesh

The purr of the engine died away, leaving them in silence.

"So we're really doing this, huh?" Chris asked, staring out the windshield at the nondescript building in front of them. There was a trace of uncertainty in his voice and he was gripping his hands tightly in his lap.

Zach reached over and laid a palm over the whitened knuckles. "I'd like to, but I don't want to rush you if you aren't ready."

Chris shot him a tremulous smile and let out a slow breath. He squared his shoulders and said, "No, no. I can do this. I want to do this."

"You sure?" Zach asked, wanting Chris to be certain. They'd discussed this, talked about expectations, laid out their fears and desires. It had taken more than one conversation, but Zach felt sure they had covered everything. Still, if Chris wasn't up for it, they wouldn't take this particular step.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Chris answered, nodding.

Silence descended once again, each of them staring at the unassuming building, but feeling intimidated nonetheless.

Chris fidgeted in his seat, reaching for the door handle. "Guess we should get out of the car, right?"

Zach wiped his own suddenly sweaty palms against his jeans, wondering why they decided that this was the best course of action. They should have used the internet. "Yeah, probably a good idea. Don't think they have drive thru service."

Chris blinked at him, then suddenly laughed. Hardy and loud. It instantly made Zach feel better, easing the tension that had begun to build along his shoulders. It was just the right thing. Any trepidation he felt was gone.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

Smiling, Chris answered, "Didn't you hear what you just said? Drive thru service? Can you imagine what that would look like? Think someone from the store would come to the car and suck my dick?"

Zach, for some reason, didn't find that quite as funny as Chris. "No one touches your dick but me," he growled.

Chris patted him affectionately on the shoulder. "Settle down, he-man. I'm all yours."

"You better believe it," Zach muttered, wondering if it would be in poor taste to beat his chest with his fists and then drag Chris into the store by his hair. That image had him grinning.

"Okay," Chris drawled. "Where did that come from?"

"Where did what come from?" Zach asked innocently.

"One minute you're all caveman, the next you're giving me a smile that the devil himself would be afraid of," Chris replied. "What gives?"

"Just wondering if you'd mind being manhandled," Zach said.

Chris leaned into him, lips inches away from Zach's. "I'd love being manhandled by you," he breathed out, kissing Zach. "But, I'm no girl."

Zach slid a hand along Chris' thigh, lightly touching the button-fly of his jeans. Running his fingers idly along the buttons, he said, "Oh, don't worry. You're definitely all man." He gave Chris a squeeze. "And you're all mine."

"I can live with that." Chris licked his lips.

Zach leaned back in his seat. "All right. No more distracting me. If we're gonna do this, we should do it now."

Chris' eyes flickered back to the building. "Yeah," he said softly. "You're right. Come on. Let's get this over with."

"Hey now," Zach responded. "It's not like we're going to get root canals or anything."

"I know. It's just that I've never done this before."

"Just think of it as a convenience store," Zach suggested. "We're just going in to grab a few things for the weekend and we'll be right back out again."

Chris snorted. "Somehow, I'm not picturing chips and beer."

Zach rolled his eyes. "Enough of this. Let's go."

They climbed out of the car and made their way up the walk. Entering the store, Zach stopped short in surprise. It was brightly lit and arranged much the same as any normal store would be. DVDs lined one wall and their were a few mannequins posed by the racks of clothing. Other than the fact that they were outfitted in leather corsets or latex body suits, it would have been like an ordinary department store.

"Not what I expected," Chris muttered from beside him.

"Me neither," Zach said. He took hold of Chris' hand, feeling the comfort of his lover's fingers intertwined with his. "Let's go shopping."

"Welcome to The Toy Box," an airy voice called before they could move. "Can I help you find anything?"

A young man wearing jeans frayed in strategic locations, suggesting that underwear was optional at this establishment, came up to them.

Chris looked down at the floor and didn't answer.

"Um, yeah," Zach said, shifting uncomfortably. "We're looking for...uh...something that...that..um...anal..." he felt himself start to blush.

The tips of Chris' ears were a dark shade of red and he shuffled closer to Zach.

"First time, honey?" the young man asked. "Don't you worry. No need to be shy." He gestured toward a display rack. "I think what you're looking for is right over here." He gave them a wink. "Start small, though. Work your way up."

"Uh, yeah." Zach rubbed the back of his neck. "Right. Thanks."

"Not a problem, honey. Give me a holler if you need anything." His voice dropped suggestively. "Or if you need me to show you how anything works."

"No," Zach said, a little more sharply than he intended. "I got it covered."

"I'm sure you do," the man trilled, grinning, before sweeping away and leaving them alone.

"Oh, god," Chris moaned. "Kill me now."

Zach squeezed his hand. "It wasn't that bad."

"That's what you think," Chris muttered, turning to look at the various packages arranged on the display rack. "What the hell, Zach?"

Zach followed his gaze, and found his eyes widening. "Um, would that even fit in your...I mean, that thing is fucking huge."

"And it's coming no where near me." Chris informed him.

"The guy did say we'd have to start small," Zach reminded him helpfully.

"It's a giant, rubber fist," Chris said flatly.

Zach looked at the package. Fist, wrist, whole forearm. It was quite realistic. "Hmmm," he mused out loud. "Maybe we should start with my hand first before we try something like this."

Chris glared at him and didn't answer right away. Then he said, "We'll talk about it later. It's not what we came for anyway."

Zach nodded, pleased that Chris seemed like he might actually consider fisting. It hadn't occurred to him to even want to try it until he'd seen the toy, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. It would be a great way to spice up their love life.

"That looks kind of weird," Chris muttered, walking down the aisle.

"Most of it looks weird," Zach responded, following him. Neither one of them had really been in a sex shop before and their dvd porn collection was pretty vanilla. "To what are you referring exactly?"

Chris pointed to a hot pink blow up pillow with a slim protuberance. "That."

Zach cocked his head. "What? You sit on it?"

"I think that's pretty obvious," Chris murmured. His embarrassment seemed to be fading as he examined different items. Maybe evaluating them in a clinical way gave him a sense of distance. Whatever it was, Zach was just happy it didn't look like Chris wanted to melt into the floor anymore.

"Right," Zach responded. "Maybe you can bounce up and down on it."

Chris grinned at him, pearly whites flashing. "Man, I think that would be pretty funny."

"Yeah," Zach agreed. "Not necessarily a turn on."

"Whatever floats your boat," Chris said with a shrug.

"Wonder what this is?" Zach asked, hunkering down in front of a display.

Chris looked horrified. "It's a fuck machine," he said in a whisper.

"That would be so hot," Zach moaned, "watching that thing ream your ass." His jeans started to feel a little tight as he imagined Chris down on all fours, panting, as the machine screwed into him. "We might have to try it."

"You're not serious," Chris exclaimed.

"Dead serious, baby," Zach replied. "I'd think you'd like it. Being on display. Not being able to touch yourself. Not getting touched by me. Yeah, fucking hot."

Chris looked dubious, but his body's reaction wasn't hard to miss.

"You like the sound of that, don't you?" Zach murmured, eyes rapt on Chris' crotch.

Chris shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Maybe," he admitted.

Zach stood up. "Let's get what we came for." They needed to get home and soon. If not, Zach was going to have to drag Chris to one of the dressing rooms and fuck him there.

"Yeah," Chris answered thickly. "I think I see what we need right over there."

"Fine." Zach made a beeline for another display rack.

~.~.~

Chris was lying on their bed, muscles quivering, breathy little moans escaping his mouth. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Zach's dark head bend forward between Chris' spread knees. "Zach." Chris choked off a moan as Zach's fingers once again breached his hole.

The return home from the sex shop had been fraught with tension. The good kind. Zach hadn't been able to stop touching him, running his hand along Chris' thigh, cupping his cock through the bulging fabric of his jeans, slipping a hand under his shirt and pinching Chris' nipples. By the time they entered the house, Chris was strung out with need, body primed and ready.

Zach, however, had had other plans. He'd commanded Chris to strip out of his clothes.

Chris had done so quickly, then had followed Zach into the bathroom where he was told to get into the bathtub on his hands and knees. What had followed was a thorough cleaning of his insides, the nozzle slipping into his asshole, the water filling his belly. When they were done, Zach had rewarded him and let him come.

Now he was hard again, cock straining upward. It was being neglected as Zach worked him open. Three of Zach's fingers were stretching him and a garbled moan got tied up in Chris' throat. He grasped the bedspread in one hand. The other slipped across his sweat-covered skin, over his pelvic bone, reaching for his cock.

"No," Zach said, his voice husky. He took hold of Chris' hand and returned it to the mattress. "You don't get to touch."

"Zach, please," Chris mewled, grinding his hips, forcing Zach's fingers deeper inside him. "Please."

"No," Zach said again softly. He nudged Chris' knees further apart.

Chris felt the burn in his thighs, the cool air brushing against his exposed hole, wet with lube, the frustration building in his balls. He bit his lip. This was torture, pure and simple, but he was loving every minute of it.

Zach removed his fingers and Chris almost cried out at the loss.

"Shh, shh, don't worry. I'm not finished yet." Zach reassured, kissing the inside of Chris' knee. "Mmm...can't wait to taste the new strawberry-flavored lube we bought."

Something moist touched Chris' opening and his body jerked up off the bed. "Zach! Oh, fuck!"

Zach ran a hand along his thigh, petting him in a soothing manner. "Take it easy," he breathed against Chris' hole. "It's okay."

"M-more than okay," Chris muttered. He gripped the bedspread hard, twisting his fingers into the multicolored weave. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The tip of Zach's tongue fluttered against his hole, then pushed inside.

Chris pounded his fist on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he focused on the gentle stabbing sensation. Zach's tongue fluttered inside him. "Agh...um...oh." There wasn't any coherence to his pleasure-filled babbling.

Zach moaned as he lapped at Chris' hole.

Chris felt Zach's fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, felt the scrape of Zach's teeth along his most sensitive and private place. He gave a garbled shout, and despite Zach's strong grip, writhed on the bed.

"Ready, baby?" Zach asked, pulling away and panting. He rubbed Chris' stomach, slipping lower but still not touching Chris' hard dick.

Chris' whole body was slick with sweat and he could feel a tear trickling out of his eye and across his temple. Tiny, involuntary whimpers were coming out of his mouth.

"Fuck," Zach breathed, not sounding too steady. "You should see yourself, Chris." He reached up and pinched one of Chris' nipples.

Chris rolled his head on the pillow, moaning. "P-please, Zach. P-please."

"Please, what, baby?" Zach asked huskily. "Tell me what you want. Gotta ask for it."

"Wanna..come," Chris said, squirming. "Let me come."

Zach leaned over him, slotting his mouth over Chris'. The kiss was deep, possessive, and it left Chris breathless.

"Not yet," Zach murmured. "Soon. I promise." He grabbed something from beside Chris. "Ready for your new toy?"

Chris nodded jerkily. "Please. Give it to me."

"Here we go," Zach said, panting slightly.

Before he could make a move, though, Chris pushed up on the palm of one hand. He reached for Zach's cock, brushing his fingers along the hard length as it curved upward toward Zach's stomach. Gathering pre-come onto his fingertips, Chris brought the digits to his mouth and lapped up Zach's very essence.

Zach groaned, lust-filled eyes focused on Chris' face. "Not playing fucking fair, Christopher."

"Then we're even," Chris murmured, lying back down. "Fucking hurry up and fuck me with those things. Gotta come."

"I'm the one who's supposed to be fucking bossy." Zach told him. "I'm in charge."

That's what you think, Chris thought and almost said it out loud. He liked to let Zach think as much anyway. But then something cool and smooth, dripping in lube, touched his hole and he wondered if he was wrong. "Fuck!"

"Think you can take it, Chris?" Zach asked. "Gonna stuff your hole so full."

Chris closed his eyes, imagining the purpled-colored anal beads they'd bought slipping into him.

Zach pushed the in the second bead and Chris felt his hole widen to accommodate the bigger shape. The third went inside him and he groaned.

"Oh, yeah, Chris," Zach said, voice trembling. "Oh, fuck yeah. Gonna add the next one. Watch your hole swallow it up."

Chris' body started to shake. "Zach," he cried helplessly as another bead breached him. They were crowding inside him, stretching him wide, pushing up against his prostrate, but still he couldn't come. Zach wouldn't let him. Not yet.

"You're doing so good, baby." Zach brushed his fingers lightly across Chris' balls.

Chris jumped, nearly expelling the beads.

Zach smacked him lightly on the ass. "No, don't do that, Christopher. Gotta keep them inside you. Don't let them go. Just a little while longer."

"Please," Chris pleaded, looking up at Zach. "I don't think I--"

"Yes, you can," Zach assured. "Know you can do it."

Chris gritted his teeth. If he concentrated, he thought he might be able to feel each individual bead inside him. With every breath, they shifted and nudged his pleasure button. The pressure was building, sparking along his insides and a low heat spread through him.

"Gotta come," Zach said, voice thick.

Through a haze of need, Chris saw his lover reach for his own dick. Watching Zach get himself off was almost too much. He was moaning almost continuously now, body tight, his hole clenching, keeping the beads inside.

Zach heaved in a breath, held it for what seemed like an eternity, then let it out in a whoosh. His warm come splattered over Chris' clenching hole, his thighs, and his straining cock.

"Fuck," Zach exclaimed, body shuddering. "Oh, man."

"Zach, please," Chris begged.

Zach blinked at him, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Wanna come, baby?"

"Fuck...you...Zach," Chris panted. "Let me come."

"You got it," Zach said.

The beads in Chris' ass began to vibrate.

Chris gave a shout as his eyesight whited out. Flames of heat flared throughout his body and he shook as come flew from his cock. He couldn't catch his breath, chest heaving. Even when he thought there wasn't anymore left in him, he continued to come, the beads still buzzing inside him.

"Beautiful." Zach was saying. "So damned beautiful."

The buzzing stopped and the vibrations in Chris' ass were gone. Chris took a deep breath and let it out, feeling lethargy crawl along his limbs and settle over him.

Zach smiled affectionately down at him. "How do you feel?"

Chris thought about it for a moment. "Like I've been loved within an inch of my life," he finally answered. "That was...that was...." Chris couldn't think of any way to describe it.

"Mind-blowing?" Zach suggested helpfully.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's it," Chris agreed. "Feel all fucked out."

"You look it, too," Zach said, leaning down to kiss Chris on the lips, along his jaw, across the curve of his throat.

"Don't...know if I'm...up for anything right now," Chris gasped as Zach sucked lightly at his collarbone.

"Mmm. Me, either." Zach gazed up at him. "Maybe later. Right now, I just wanted to leave my mark."

Chris smiled tenderly at him. "Already have."

They kissed again, then Zach rose from the bed. "Let me clean us up and get rid of the bedspread."

"Then sleep?" Chris mumbled, eyes already drifting closed.

"Yeah." Zach ran his fingers through Chris' hair, massaging his scalp. "Then sleep."

Chris hummed his acceptance of this plan, drifting. He felt sated and happy.

The wet wipes felt nice against his skin as Zach cleaned him up like usual. Zach was so good to him, seeing to Chris' needs when he was too fucked out to care.

"Come on, Christopher, get up for a second," Zach murmured, tugging on his arm.

"Uh-uh," Chris protested. "Don't wanna move."

"Gonna have to," Zach responded. "Or else you're sleeping in the wet spot."

Chris wanted to roll his eyes, but it required too much effort. Instead, he grunted and let Zach pull him to his feet. He wavered there, slumping against Zach.

Zach stumbled a little, but kept his footing. "What am I? A leaning post?"

"Uh-huh," Chris mumbled. "Wouldn't let me fall, would you?"

"No, Chris," Zach said softly. "I would never let you fall."

"Well, there you go, then." Chris leaned even further onto Zach, practically draping himself along the other man's back.

Zach just sighed.

Chris watched as Zach pulled the soiled bedspread from the bed and let it fall in a heap on the floor. Through the years, Zach had gotten really good at cleaning them up and tidying the bed so that they could sleep comfortably. It no longer took long to set things back to rights either. A fact for which Chris was grateful as Zach gently took him by the arms and lowered him carefully back onto the bed.

"Mmm." Chris curled up on his side.

Zach crawled in behind him, wrapping an arm around Chris' waist.

Chris snuggled close to him, eyes slipping closed again.

"Did you like what we did today?" Zach asked softly.

"Loved it," Chris answered without any hesitation. "Wanna do it again."

"Really?" Zach asked. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Chris murmured sleepily.

"Think you might want to try other things?" Zach asked hopefully.

"Gonna surprise me again?" Chris asked, looking over his shoulder at Zach.

Zach smiled sheepishly. "Uh, about that. Sorry I didn't tell you the beads vibrated. I wanted to see what would happen."

"Was it what you expected?"

"And more," Zach answered fervently. "So," he continued after a moment's pause. "You're okay with trying new things?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," Chris said.

"Then we can go back to the shop tomorrow?" Zach asked.

"You already have something in mind, don't you?" Chris turned in the circle of Zach's arm.

Zach fell onto his back, keeping his hold on Chris. "Kind of," he admitted.

"Then we can go back tomorrow." Chris kissed Zach then laid his head on his shoulder. "Gotta sleep now."

"Yeah, you're gonna need your rest," Zach said, lips pressing against Chris' temple.

"You, too," Chris murmured as sleep began to overtake him.

He wanted to pick up a few things to try, too.

The End.