Finger-Lickin' Good (NC-17)
Title: Finger-Lickin' Good
Pairing: Pine/pie, Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 954
Warnings: Sexual activity with an apple pie.
Summary: Chris misses Zach, and the oven is preheating.
A/N: Do I really need to explain anything, here? Pure smut. Involving pie. I'm sorry in advance for the way you look at desserts at your next family gathering.
A/N2: THE BRILLIANT golden_xndria IS TO BLAME FOR THE TITLE. OH LORD.
It's an odd gift to receive from a fan.
Chris Pine is mostly wondering... Why pie? His first suspicion is that it's poisoned. Maybe this was an angry fan of The Original Series and lives only to see the death of the new Captain Kirk. Although, the sane side of his mind says it's just a nice gesture.
Either way, there it sits on the counter, waiting to be heated and, ultimately, consumed. Chris sighs. Stands. Preheats the oven to 375.
He scrolls through his text messages as he waits. Zach. Zach. Oh, shocking -- Zach again. He hadn't really thought when they first met that his entire existence would rely on that Heroes asshole in reflective pink and camo. But here they are now.
He always knew Zach had big dreams of New York City. Selfishly he'd hoped he wouldn't chase them down for another couple of years, but Zach is determined. Never stops until he gets what he wants. Chris grins at the thought.
Chris is jarred by the sound of the oven beeping. Whistling, he opens it up, slips the pie inside and sets the timer. He's got a while, so he takes a seat at the kitchen table and looks through his texts some more until one catches his eye, dated a couple weeks ago.
you alone?
Oh. That day. Chris' breath catches as he reads on.
i am so fucking horny, chris. i miss you.
Really? Couldn't tell by your infrequent texts
shut up. trying to sext with you. fucker. what are you thinking about? i'm looking at the pictures you sent me.
Chris feels his body becoming interested all over again as he reads.
Well, I was thinking about this script, but I think you have my full attention now
i'm so hard, chris. looking at your body. so hot. starting to stroke myself now.
Oh, yeah? That's so hot, Zach. Undoing my pants. Jesus Christ, I miss your hands
imagining those lips of yours around my cock. are you jacking off?
Chris actually jumps when the timer goes off. Quickly, almost ashamed, he closes his texts and takes the pie out of the oven, setting it aside to cool. He's so fucking horny now, pie isn't really what he's considering anymore.
Until he takes a moment to think about it.
No. No, that's disgusting. Chris is 30 years old; if he wants to jack off, he'll do it the old fashioned way. He doesn't need to violate foodstuffs to get his rocks off like an inventive teenager might.
But the longer he looks, the better the idea seems in his aroused mindset. It will be warm, wet, just like Zach's well-lubed asshole...
His brain switches to autopilot. Do it now, before you lose your nerve and realize how fucking dumb you are. He touches the crust with two long fingers, then presses inside the hole at the top. Jesus. Yeah. He's going to do this. It's hot, soft, and -- he licks his fingers -- delicious. His heart starts to pound rapidly in his chest as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his fly.
Steam rises from just below the crust and fuck, suddenly he's desperate for it, jerking himself to full hardness, thinking of Zach's hands, mouth, ass... He takes the pie and leans it against the counter.
Barely a count to three and he's pressing himself into it, one hand on the counter, the other on the pan. He gasps, "Jesus...", rocking up; it's hot, almost too hot, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't the most incredible thing he's ever felt in his life. His eyes flutter shut, lids projecting movies of Zach leaning over the counter, "Oh- Oh, fuck me, Chris! Fuck me!" as he gives an experimental thrust.
"Fuck..." he swallows, head tipped back. It's amazing. Strange, but amazing. Warm and wet. He pulls back, thrusts in again and growls, "Nnnyeah... Shit, that's good..."
Chris can't keep it slow any longer. He holds the pie with both hands and bucks into it.
"Mmmfuck yeah..." he looks down, too far gone to really realize that hey, he's fucking a pastry; for now, it's his lover. It's Zach, with a crispy crust and a delicious apple filling. He slams into it and shudders.
"Yeah, you like that? Like it when I fuck your ass?" he grips the tin, distantly hearing it crinkle. "Yeah, take it, slut, you love that cock, don't you..."
Zach's voice in his head. "God, yes, Chris, fuck me- shit- Unnh, come inside me- please!"
The pastry is beginning to cool slightly, still warm but not as delectably scalding as it once was. His hips are stuttering and his gut twitches as he fucks faster into the pie, harder, balls slapping against the edge of the tin as he hurdles toward climax.
He rasps, "Fuck- unnhshit, Zach, I'm coming- Oh-!"
With a few more thrusts he's shooting deep within the delicious sweet-apple gut of the pie. He presses the entire dish to his pelvis as his cock slides against the lower layer of crust, coating it thickly with his very own brand of filling. Panting, he holds it to himself, his right hand back on the countertop.
Eventually Chris swallows and looks down at himself, carefully peeling the thoroughly violated dessert from his body. His hips and thighs and everything between are a mess of apple and breading and cum. Assuring himself that no one will ever have to know, he puts the pie on the counter and moves to the washroom to clean himself up.
It's then that Zach finally texts him after his performance.
saw you on jj today. you know i have seen american pie. how was she? ;)
Pairing: Pine/pie, Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 954
Warnings: Sexual activity with an apple pie.
Summary: Chris misses Zach, and the oven is preheating.
A/N: Do I really need to explain anything, here? Pure smut. Involving pie. I'm sorry in advance for the way you look at desserts at your next family gathering.
A/N2: THE BRILLIANT golden_xndria IS TO BLAME FOR THE TITLE. OH LORD.
It's an odd gift to receive from a fan.
Chris Pine is mostly wondering... Why pie? His first suspicion is that it's poisoned. Maybe this was an angry fan of The Original Series and lives only to see the death of the new Captain Kirk. Although, the sane side of his mind says it's just a nice gesture.
Either way, there it sits on the counter, waiting to be heated and, ultimately, consumed. Chris sighs. Stands. Preheats the oven to 375.
He scrolls through his text messages as he waits. Zach. Zach. Oh, shocking -- Zach again. He hadn't really thought when they first met that his entire existence would rely on that Heroes asshole in reflective pink and camo. But here they are now.
He always knew Zach had big dreams of New York City. Selfishly he'd hoped he wouldn't chase them down for another couple of years, but Zach is determined. Never stops until he gets what he wants. Chris grins at the thought.
Chris is jarred by the sound of the oven beeping. Whistling, he opens it up, slips the pie inside and sets the timer. He's got a while, so he takes a seat at the kitchen table and looks through his texts some more until one catches his eye, dated a couple weeks ago.
you alone?
Oh. That day. Chris' breath catches as he reads on.
i am so fucking horny, chris. i miss you.
Really? Couldn't tell by your infrequent texts
shut up. trying to sext with you. fucker. what are you thinking about? i'm looking at the pictures you sent me.
Chris feels his body becoming interested all over again as he reads.
Well, I was thinking about this script, but I think you have my full attention now
i'm so hard, chris. looking at your body. so hot. starting to stroke myself now.
Oh, yeah? That's so hot, Zach. Undoing my pants. Jesus Christ, I miss your hands
imagining those lips of yours around my cock. are you jacking off?
Chris actually jumps when the timer goes off. Quickly, almost ashamed, he closes his texts and takes the pie out of the oven, setting it aside to cool. He's so fucking horny now, pie isn't really what he's considering anymore.
Until he takes a moment to think about it.
No. No, that's disgusting. Chris is 30 years old; if he wants to jack off, he'll do it the old fashioned way. He doesn't need to violate foodstuffs to get his rocks off like an inventive teenager might.
But the longer he looks, the better the idea seems in his aroused mindset. It will be warm, wet, just like Zach's well-lubed asshole...
His brain switches to autopilot. Do it now, before you lose your nerve and realize how fucking dumb you are. He touches the crust with two long fingers, then presses inside the hole at the top. Jesus. Yeah. He's going to do this. It's hot, soft, and -- he licks his fingers -- delicious. His heart starts to pound rapidly in his chest as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his fly.
Steam rises from just below the crust and fuck, suddenly he's desperate for it, jerking himself to full hardness, thinking of Zach's hands, mouth, ass... He takes the pie and leans it against the counter.
Barely a count to three and he's pressing himself into it, one hand on the counter, the other on the pan. He gasps, "Jesus...", rocking up; it's hot, almost too hot, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't the most incredible thing he's ever felt in his life. His eyes flutter shut, lids projecting movies of Zach leaning over the counter, "Oh- Oh, fuck me, Chris! Fuck me!" as he gives an experimental thrust.
"Fuck..." he swallows, head tipped back. It's amazing. Strange, but amazing. Warm and wet. He pulls back, thrusts in again and growls, "Nnnyeah... Shit, that's good..."
Chris can't keep it slow any longer. He holds the pie with both hands and bucks into it.
"Mmmfuck yeah..." he looks down, too far gone to really realize that hey, he's fucking a pastry; for now, it's his lover. It's Zach, with a crispy crust and a delicious apple filling. He slams into it and shudders.
"Yeah, you like that? Like it when I fuck your ass?" he grips the tin, distantly hearing it crinkle. "Yeah, take it, slut, you love that cock, don't you..."
Zach's voice in his head. "God, yes, Chris, fuck me- shit- Unnh, come inside me- please!"
The pastry is beginning to cool slightly, still warm but not as delectably scalding as it once was. His hips are stuttering and his gut twitches as he fucks faster into the pie, harder, balls slapping against the edge of the tin as he hurdles toward climax.
He rasps, "Fuck- unnhshit, Zach, I'm coming- Oh-!"
With a few more thrusts he's shooting deep within the delicious sweet-apple gut of the pie. He presses the entire dish to his pelvis as his cock slides against the lower layer of crust, coating it thickly with his very own brand of filling. Panting, he holds it to himself, his right hand back on the countertop.
Eventually Chris swallows and looks down at himself, carefully peeling the thoroughly violated dessert from his body. His hips and thighs and everything between are a mess of apple and breading and cum. Assuring himself that no one will ever have to know, he puts the pie on the counter and moves to the washroom to clean himself up.
It's then that Zach finally texts him after his performance.
saw you on jj today. you know i have seen american pie. how was she? ;)