Fic: You Never Forget Your First Time (Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto)
Title: You Never Forget Your First Time
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: It’s Chris’ first time.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: This was inspired by Zach’s mention in his blog of the cast singing karaoke until the wee hours of the morning after the Japan premiere.
Word Count: 3310
“I’m a virgin, you know.” Those were the words hissed seductively into Zach’s ear just as the traveling Star Trek circus flooded into a Karaoke bar in Tokyo following the latest premiere.
Zach turned his head to look at Chris who had a naughty glint in his blue eyes and a teasing little smirk on his lips. He very much doubted Chris Pine and the word virgin had much to do with one another for more than a decade but he’d play along. “Yeah?”
Chris nodded slowly, pressing against Zach’s back as the crush of people pushed them towards the bar proper. “Mmmhmm,” his friend murmured.
Zach adjusted his thick black framed glasses and cocked an eyebrow. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a clever comeback at the ready. But he was distracted by the heat of Chris’ body against his and the sudden knowledge that Chris was hard.
There was no time to process it though. Zach was almost instantly grabbed by John and dragged up onto the stage. Zach was staring at Chris who had the look of a cat who’d swallowed a canary on his face as John cued up a song. It was Cher, naturally, and seconds later Zach had almost forgotten Chris’ cock against his backside as he joined John in a rollicking rendition of “If I Could Turn Back Time”.
Everyone was whooping and clapping as John and Zach left the stage. Zach slid into the booth that Chris was sitting in and poured himself a glass of beer from the pitcher. He took a long drink. Chris was eyeing him with what could only be described as a dangerous look in his eyes. “Something I can do for you?” Zach said, tugging at his tie to loosen it and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
Chris laughed. “I’m sure there’s a lot you could do for me,” Chris said.
Zach’s eyes widened. “What the hell is with you, tonight? Did you get high in the bathroom before we left the premiere?” he said.
Chris shook his head and drained the rest of his beer from the glass. “Nope,” he said.
Zach frowned. He and Chris had been friends for awhile now. Before Trek they knew each other casually and would bump into one other at parties or at dinner with mutual friends. They’d even stopped and said hi a few times when they’d passed on the street in the neighborhood they shared. Once they started working together they’d clicked in a way that rarely happened for Zach. He had a few very close friends that he had his whole life and the rest of his friends he kept at arms length for the most part. It was self preservation, really. You couldn’t keep secrets in Hollywood and let all of your walls down.
But with Chris it had felt different. Almost instantly Zach had felt the urge to tell Chris things, things he never told people. They’d developed an instant rapport that made it easy for Zach to relax around Chris, to be himself. That was the reason Chris was one of the rare people Zach had told the unguarded truth to one night midway through filming.
“I’m gay, you know,” Zach had said over wings and beer at some dive bar off of Sunset.
“I know,” Chris had replied, and then, “can I have the rest of your wings?”
It was as easy as that. Chris never batted an eye, never told Zach he felt betrayed or hurt that he hadn’t come out to him sooner. And, thank god, never changed how he acted with Zach one iota. There were still casual, friendly touches and hugs and even flirty little grins. Zach hadn’t said it to Chris but he appreciated his acceptance more than the other man could ever know.
Fast forward to tonight and Chris’ odd behavior. Sure, they’d flirted before, but it was always in a playful, relaxed kind of way where they both knew it didn’t mean anything. Not that Zach would have minded if it meant something. Chris had a magnetic personality, for starters. And he was fucking gorgeous on top of that. Not to mention smart. And funny. And gorgeous. But Zach never got the vibe from Chris that he was interested in him in that way, and Zach was pretty good at picking up vibes.
Somewhere in the middle of Zach’s musings Chris had scooted closer to him in the booth. “Cher, huh?” Chris teased.
“John’s choice. I’m not that cliché,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “Maybe there’s something John’s not telling us.”
“Yeah, that he has really bad taste in Karaoke songs,” Zach said, earning a grin from Chris. Chris seemed back to normal for the moment; or at least normal for Chris.
John was back up on the stage now and ripping into Lionel Richie’s ‘Hello’. It was a tour de force, to be sure, that had everyone cheering. Zach was about to tell Chris that John really had an excellent voice when he got distracted by Chris’ fingers on his thigh, squeezing as they crept ever so slightly inward. “So,” Zach said, his mind racing as he tried to think of something to say other than ‘want to go back to the hotel and fuck’.
“So,” Chris repeated, licking his lips a little.
Zach swallowed. “You’re not getting up there?” he said.
Chris leaned closer. “I told you, I’m a virgin,” he rasped.
“What?” Zach all but squeaked.
“I’ve never done this before,” he breathed into Zach’s ear, head motioning to the stage.
“Oh, you mean karaoke,” Zach said.
Chris chuckled. “What did you think I meant?” he said. When Zach didn’t reply Chris licked along the shell of his ear and purred, “Will you be gentle with me?”
Fine tremors ran through Zach’s hands. “Funny,” he said, recovering his wits, “you never struck me as the type that would ask me to be gentle,” Zach said.
Chris smirked against Zach’s jaw. “We’re not talking about karaoke anymore, are we?”
Zach exhaled slowly. “I sure as fuck hope not,” he said. He looked into Chris’ eyes. Why the hell not? “Want to go back to the hotel and fuck?”
“Later,” Chris said in a low voice tinged with promise. “Come sing with me,” he said, sliding out of the booth and reaching for Zach’s hand.
Zach took it and got to his feet. Their fingers stayed intertwined for longer than necessary and Zach felt a giddy thrill rush through his frame. They made their way onto the stage. “You want your first time to be with me?” Zach smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t want it be with anyone else,” Chris said with a wide grin.
Zach flipped through the available songs. “You have any preference?”
“I leave myself in your capable hands,” Chris said.
Zach couldn’t help but laugh as he settled on a song. When the first few notes came up he gave Chris an expectant look.
Chris laughed and grabbed the mic. “First I was afraid. I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side,” Chris belted out. He looked right at Zach then. “But I spent so many nights, thinking how you done me wrong. I grew strong. I learned how to get along…”
Chris did a little turn then that was almost like a dance move and then pointed at Zach. “And so you’re back, from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed my stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key. If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me…”
Zach took the mic from Chris then and sang the next part. They gyrated and danced to the song and had the place on its feet by the time they were done. They both bowed and laughed as they left the stage. “I don’t believe you,” Zach said to Chris.
“What about?” Chris asked.
“That you never did this before,” Zach said.
Chris grinned. “I swear! You just took my karaoke virginity.”
“Then you’re an absolute natural,” Zach said. “There’s something else I don’t believe.”
Chris stepped closer, so close their bodies were almost touching. “What’s that, Zachary?”
“After that performance? That you’re in any way straight,” Zach said, eyes flashing.
Chris slung his arm around Zach’s shoulders and kissed Zach. It was a hard, wet kiss that made Zach weak with desire. “Come on, the night is young,” he said as he pulled Zach back to the booth.
The rest of the night sped by at a dizzying pace with more karaoke, more beer and a lot more dangerous flirting. The Trek cast were the last people to leave the bar as night turned into morning. Zach and Chris broke off from the rest of their friends and got their own taxi back to the hotel.
Chris gave the driver the name of the hotel and the car lurched forward and started to wind through the Tokyo streets. They sat close, shoulders together, knees touching. Zach looked over at Chris who had his head turned and was gazing out the window. Zach assumed that Chris at least wanted to maintain some semblance of propriety for the sake of the driver. He realized his assumption was dead wrong when seconds later Chris’ hand was between his thighs and his friend’s palm was pressing lightly against his cock.
Zach couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward and was rewarded with a gentle squeeze that made him groan. Chris’ hand stayed right where it was for the rest of the ride, torturing Zach with too light touches. When the car finally pulled up in front of the hotel Zach was grateful to step outside and closed his eyes as the cool night air hit his skin.
“Come on,” Chris said, taking Zach’s hand and leading him inside. They walked briskly through the empty lobby and took an elevator upstairs to the floor their rooms were on. Zach didn’t argue as Chris led him down the hall, past his room, and into Chris’. The door had barely shut when Chris attacked, yanking Zach into his arms.
Zach moaned as Chris pressed him against the wall, mussing his hair as their mouths met. There was one word and one word only that came to Zach’s mind to describe the kiss: savage. Chris’ mouth bruised his, his tongue tangling sinfully with Zach’s own, making the hairs on Zach’s arms stand up just a little.
Zach brought his hands against Chris’s chest and popped the buttons of his shirt off, pushing the white panels of fabric open so he could touch the other man’s skin. His fingers settled at Chris’ waist as they stepped backwards, stumbling into the bedroom. Shoes were kicked off; clothes were discarded as they fell onto the bed.
Chris lay beneath Zach, his skin warm, his body twitching a little with desire. Zach looked at Chris’ face and searched his vivid blue eyes for a moment before Chris latched a hand around the back of Zach’s neck and dragged him down so that they could kiss again. Their hips rolled together, cocks rubbing against one another. Zach let out a soft growl, his mouth now sucking against Chris’ throat.
Zach got to his knees, straddling his friend as his lips worked their way down. He licked and sucked at Chris collarbone; let his tongue flick against one hard nipple and then the other, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Chris bucked beneath him and Zach slid his hand against Chris' skin, letting it settle between Chris’ legs. He stroked lightly against the other man’s inner thigh, earning a throaty moan. Zach let the pads of his fingers smooth down Chris’ length, teasing the vein on the underside.
“Fucking hell,” Chris moaned. “Don’t be such a fucking tease, Quinto.”
Zach smiled triumphantly. Back at the bar it had been Chris’ game they were playing but the tables had clearly turned. “Easy, Chris,” Zach breathed, his voice cool, soothing. Zach’s mouth continued its path south until his lips hovered just above the other man’s groin.
He looked up at Chris now, a tiny smile curling the edges of his mouth. Chris was breathing heavily, his eyes half closed, his mouth parted. He was too fucking beautiful for Zach’s own good. Zach gave an experimental swipe of his tongue against Chris’ cock. His friend practically whimpered in response. Zach repeated the action and this time Chris moaned fully.
“Come on,” Chris hissed, the impatience clear in his voice.
“You want my mouth on you?” Zach purred, his lips brushing against Chris’ overheated flesh.
“Fuck, yes, damn you,” Chris said.
Zach chuckled. “Never thought you’d be a beggar,” he remarked just before taking the tip of Chris’ cock inside his mouth. He placed his hands on Chris’ hips, holding the other man down as he swallowed him inch by inch. He could feel the tension in Chris’ body and didn’t have any desire to make Chris wait. He started to suck, applying only gentle pressure at first but ratcheting it up little by little until at last he was sucking in earnest, humming around Chris’ cock. He eased his hold on the other man’s hips and let Chris fuck his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks even further.
Chris let out a string of dirty words as he came, body stiffening and back arching as he spilled down Zach’s throat. Zach sucked him dry before letting him slip from between his lips and moving back up the bed and settling against Chris’ side.
Zach dragged his hand up Chris’ torso and along the line of his neck before resting his fingers against Chris’ jaw. Their eyes met and then Zach kissed his friend. “Turn over,” Zach breathed when the kiss ended.
Chris didn’t hesitate. He rolled to his stomach and rested his head against the pillow. Zach ran his fingers down Chris’ spine and bent low and kissed the nape of his neck. “Condom?” he whispered.
“Little bag on the table,” Chris said.
Zach looked back and saw what Chris meant. A small plastic bag with Japanese lettering on it. He got up and retrieved the contents before settling above Chris on the bed. Zach wondered idly if Chris had planned this all along or if he was just a big boy scout. Zach ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his cock before slicking himself with lube. He used a knee to spread Chris’ thighs and pressed his body to the other man’s, his cock nudging against the his friend’s entrance. “Did you get this stuff for us?” he asked.
“No, I got it for me and J.J.,” Chris said.
Zach laughed softly. His lips brushed against Chris’ shoulder, his thumbs stroked softly at Chris’ sides. In a single motion he snapped his hips and drove his cock into Chris. Zach cursed as the heat of Chris’ body gripped him. Chris cried out, too.
Zach held onto Chris as he stayed still. He was desperate to slam hard and fast into Chris but he was even more desperate to savor this, to record every second of it in his mind. He had waited a long time to have Chris this way. Zach kissed Chris’ throat, his shoulder blades, sucked softly at the juncture of his neck. He could feel Chris quivering beneath him. It gave him a rush to know he had this gorgeous man trembling with need for him. “Gonna fuck you now,” Zach rasped into Chris’ ear.
“About fucking time,” Chris said.
Zach didn’t wait another second. He started to move his hips, thrusting deeply and slowly into Chris. Their bodies found the right rhythm all on their own as they rose and fell together. Zach slammed his body down, reveling in the way he fit inside Chris, in the knowledge that with every moan and whimper he could hear Chris coming undone.
The pace quickened and the thrusts became harder. Zach pushed a hand beneath Chris’ body and took hold of his hard flesh. He jerked his fist and twisted his wrist, making Chris sob and shudder. They continued to rock together as Zack stroked Chris’ length. He shifted then, changing the angle and Chris let out a ragged scream. Zach did it again. And then a third time. He roughly pulled at Chris’ cock and pounded into him until he felt the other man’s body shake and heard Chris moan his name.
Zach lost the rhythm and thrust with abandon until he found his own release. Wild ecstasy surged through Zach as he came, before he sunk down against Chris in a boneless heap. Zach closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the back of Chris’ neck. They were both silent, catching their breaths, coming back into themselves.
Finally Zach rolled off of his friend, discarding the condom before lying on his side, facing Chris. Chris turned so that he was on his back, his head to the side, looking at Zach. His chest was still heaving. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Zach said. “That was so not your first time.”
Chris chuckled. “No,” he said.
There were another few moments of silence before Zach spoke. “What happened tonight?”
“Um, well, see, when two guys are really hot for each other sometimes…”
Zach grabbed the pillow and smacked Chris with it. “I’m serious.”
Chris shook his head. “I’ve wanted you since we met. I kept waiting for you to show some interest but every time I flirted you’d just go cold.”
Zach made a face. “I did not go cold. I thought you weren’t serious. You know, when I told you I was gay that might’ve been a good time to say something.”
“I’m not as brave as you, Zach,” Chris said. He paused a few moments. “I knew you wanted me, I didn’t get why you never made a move.”
“I didn’t get the vibe that you wanted me to,” Zach said.
“I think your gaydar needs adjustment,” Chris said.
Zach laughed. “It would seem that way. So what got into you tonight? The obvious aside.”
Chris smirked. “I made a decision. This is the last premiere and I didn’t know when we’d hang out again and I wasn’t going to let this chance go by.”
Zach slid closer to Chris and ran his hand down his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he said. They kissed softly. “So what happens now?”
“Well, I figured we’d go back to L.A. and then I’d move in with you,” Chris said.
Zach’s face contorted before he could stop himself. “Um, uh…”
“Oh, man,” Chris said, laughing hard. “The look on your face is priceless, where’s my camera…”
“Shithead,” Zach said.
Chris was still laughing. “I don’t know. How about we go out when we get home?”
“Like a date?” Zach said, cocking an eyebrow.
“I think that’s what they call it,” Chris said.
“A date,” Zach said, laying back. “Sure, why not.”
“And more sex,” Chris said, pressing against Zach’s side, sliding his arm across his stomach.
“Oh, yeah. That’s a given,” Zach said.
“But no more karaoke,” Chris said, yawning and closing his eyes.
Zach laughed. “Deal,” he said. He closed his eyes now, too. “Flight’s in a few hours. Can’t believe this is all over…”
“Funny, feels to me like its just starting,” Chris murmured.
Zach felt Chris lips against his in the lightest of caresses before Chris settled back down against him and appeared to fall asleep. Zach looked at Chris now. “Yeah, it does…” He pressed a light kiss to his friend’s mouth and closed his eyes once more, allowing himself to drift off.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: It’s Chris’ first time.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: This was inspired by Zach’s mention in his blog of the cast singing karaoke until the wee hours of the morning after the Japan premiere.
Word Count: 3310
“I’m a virgin, you know.” Those were the words hissed seductively into Zach’s ear just as the traveling Star Trek circus flooded into a Karaoke bar in Tokyo following the latest premiere.
Zach turned his head to look at Chris who had a naughty glint in his blue eyes and a teasing little smirk on his lips. He very much doubted Chris Pine and the word virgin had much to do with one another for more than a decade but he’d play along. “Yeah?”
Chris nodded slowly, pressing against Zach’s back as the crush of people pushed them towards the bar proper. “Mmmhmm,” his friend murmured.
Zach adjusted his thick black framed glasses and cocked an eyebrow. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a clever comeback at the ready. But he was distracted by the heat of Chris’ body against his and the sudden knowledge that Chris was hard.
There was no time to process it though. Zach was almost instantly grabbed by John and dragged up onto the stage. Zach was staring at Chris who had the look of a cat who’d swallowed a canary on his face as John cued up a song. It was Cher, naturally, and seconds later Zach had almost forgotten Chris’ cock against his backside as he joined John in a rollicking rendition of “If I Could Turn Back Time”.
Everyone was whooping and clapping as John and Zach left the stage. Zach slid into the booth that Chris was sitting in and poured himself a glass of beer from the pitcher. He took a long drink. Chris was eyeing him with what could only be described as a dangerous look in his eyes. “Something I can do for you?” Zach said, tugging at his tie to loosen it and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
Chris laughed. “I’m sure there’s a lot you could do for me,” Chris said.
Zach’s eyes widened. “What the hell is with you, tonight? Did you get high in the bathroom before we left the premiere?” he said.
Chris shook his head and drained the rest of his beer from the glass. “Nope,” he said.
Zach frowned. He and Chris had been friends for awhile now. Before Trek they knew each other casually and would bump into one other at parties or at dinner with mutual friends. They’d even stopped and said hi a few times when they’d passed on the street in the neighborhood they shared. Once they started working together they’d clicked in a way that rarely happened for Zach. He had a few very close friends that he had his whole life and the rest of his friends he kept at arms length for the most part. It was self preservation, really. You couldn’t keep secrets in Hollywood and let all of your walls down.
But with Chris it had felt different. Almost instantly Zach had felt the urge to tell Chris things, things he never told people. They’d developed an instant rapport that made it easy for Zach to relax around Chris, to be himself. That was the reason Chris was one of the rare people Zach had told the unguarded truth to one night midway through filming.
“I’m gay, you know,” Zach had said over wings and beer at some dive bar off of Sunset.
“I know,” Chris had replied, and then, “can I have the rest of your wings?”
It was as easy as that. Chris never batted an eye, never told Zach he felt betrayed or hurt that he hadn’t come out to him sooner. And, thank god, never changed how he acted with Zach one iota. There were still casual, friendly touches and hugs and even flirty little grins. Zach hadn’t said it to Chris but he appreciated his acceptance more than the other man could ever know.
Fast forward to tonight and Chris’ odd behavior. Sure, they’d flirted before, but it was always in a playful, relaxed kind of way where they both knew it didn’t mean anything. Not that Zach would have minded if it meant something. Chris had a magnetic personality, for starters. And he was fucking gorgeous on top of that. Not to mention smart. And funny. And gorgeous. But Zach never got the vibe from Chris that he was interested in him in that way, and Zach was pretty good at picking up vibes.
Somewhere in the middle of Zach’s musings Chris had scooted closer to him in the booth. “Cher, huh?” Chris teased.
“John’s choice. I’m not that cliché,” Zach said.
Chris laughed. “Maybe there’s something John’s not telling us.”
“Yeah, that he has really bad taste in Karaoke songs,” Zach said, earning a grin from Chris. Chris seemed back to normal for the moment; or at least normal for Chris.
John was back up on the stage now and ripping into Lionel Richie’s ‘Hello’. It was a tour de force, to be sure, that had everyone cheering. Zach was about to tell Chris that John really had an excellent voice when he got distracted by Chris’ fingers on his thigh, squeezing as they crept ever so slightly inward. “So,” Zach said, his mind racing as he tried to think of something to say other than ‘want to go back to the hotel and fuck’.
“So,” Chris repeated, licking his lips a little.
Zach swallowed. “You’re not getting up there?” he said.
Chris leaned closer. “I told you, I’m a virgin,” he rasped.
“What?” Zach all but squeaked.
“I’ve never done this before,” he breathed into Zach’s ear, head motioning to the stage.
“Oh, you mean karaoke,” Zach said.
Chris chuckled. “What did you think I meant?” he said. When Zach didn’t reply Chris licked along the shell of his ear and purred, “Will you be gentle with me?”
Fine tremors ran through Zach’s hands. “Funny,” he said, recovering his wits, “you never struck me as the type that would ask me to be gentle,” Zach said.
Chris smirked against Zach’s jaw. “We’re not talking about karaoke anymore, are we?”
Zach exhaled slowly. “I sure as fuck hope not,” he said. He looked into Chris’ eyes. Why the hell not? “Want to go back to the hotel and fuck?”
“Later,” Chris said in a low voice tinged with promise. “Come sing with me,” he said, sliding out of the booth and reaching for Zach’s hand.
Zach took it and got to his feet. Their fingers stayed intertwined for longer than necessary and Zach felt a giddy thrill rush through his frame. They made their way onto the stage. “You want your first time to be with me?” Zach smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“Wouldn’t want it be with anyone else,” Chris said with a wide grin.
Zach flipped through the available songs. “You have any preference?”
“I leave myself in your capable hands,” Chris said.
Zach couldn’t help but laugh as he settled on a song. When the first few notes came up he gave Chris an expectant look.
Chris laughed and grabbed the mic. “First I was afraid. I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side,” Chris belted out. He looked right at Zach then. “But I spent so many nights, thinking how you done me wrong. I grew strong. I learned how to get along…”
Chris did a little turn then that was almost like a dance move and then pointed at Zach. “And so you’re back, from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed my stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key. If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me…”
Zach took the mic from Chris then and sang the next part. They gyrated and danced to the song and had the place on its feet by the time they were done. They both bowed and laughed as they left the stage. “I don’t believe you,” Zach said to Chris.
“What about?” Chris asked.
“That you never did this before,” Zach said.
Chris grinned. “I swear! You just took my karaoke virginity.”
“Then you’re an absolute natural,” Zach said. “There’s something else I don’t believe.”
Chris stepped closer, so close their bodies were almost touching. “What’s that, Zachary?”
“After that performance? That you’re in any way straight,” Zach said, eyes flashing.
Chris slung his arm around Zach’s shoulders and kissed Zach. It was a hard, wet kiss that made Zach weak with desire. “Come on, the night is young,” he said as he pulled Zach back to the booth.
The rest of the night sped by at a dizzying pace with more karaoke, more beer and a lot more dangerous flirting. The Trek cast were the last people to leave the bar as night turned into morning. Zach and Chris broke off from the rest of their friends and got their own taxi back to the hotel.
Chris gave the driver the name of the hotel and the car lurched forward and started to wind through the Tokyo streets. They sat close, shoulders together, knees touching. Zach looked over at Chris who had his head turned and was gazing out the window. Zach assumed that Chris at least wanted to maintain some semblance of propriety for the sake of the driver. He realized his assumption was dead wrong when seconds later Chris’ hand was between his thighs and his friend’s palm was pressing lightly against his cock.
Zach couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward and was rewarded with a gentle squeeze that made him groan. Chris’ hand stayed right where it was for the rest of the ride, torturing Zach with too light touches. When the car finally pulled up in front of the hotel Zach was grateful to step outside and closed his eyes as the cool night air hit his skin.
“Come on,” Chris said, taking Zach’s hand and leading him inside. They walked briskly through the empty lobby and took an elevator upstairs to the floor their rooms were on. Zach didn’t argue as Chris led him down the hall, past his room, and into Chris’. The door had barely shut when Chris attacked, yanking Zach into his arms.
Zach moaned as Chris pressed him against the wall, mussing his hair as their mouths met. There was one word and one word only that came to Zach’s mind to describe the kiss: savage. Chris’ mouth bruised his, his tongue tangling sinfully with Zach’s own, making the hairs on Zach’s arms stand up just a little.
Zach brought his hands against Chris’s chest and popped the buttons of his shirt off, pushing the white panels of fabric open so he could touch the other man’s skin. His fingers settled at Chris’ waist as they stepped backwards, stumbling into the bedroom. Shoes were kicked off; clothes were discarded as they fell onto the bed.
Chris lay beneath Zach, his skin warm, his body twitching a little with desire. Zach looked at Chris’ face and searched his vivid blue eyes for a moment before Chris latched a hand around the back of Zach’s neck and dragged him down so that they could kiss again. Their hips rolled together, cocks rubbing against one another. Zach let out a soft growl, his mouth now sucking against Chris’ throat.
Zach got to his knees, straddling his friend as his lips worked their way down. He licked and sucked at Chris collarbone; let his tongue flick against one hard nipple and then the other, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Chris bucked beneath him and Zach slid his hand against Chris' skin, letting it settle between Chris’ legs. He stroked lightly against the other man’s inner thigh, earning a throaty moan. Zach let the pads of his fingers smooth down Chris’ length, teasing the vein on the underside.
“Fucking hell,” Chris moaned. “Don’t be such a fucking tease, Quinto.”
Zach smiled triumphantly. Back at the bar it had been Chris’ game they were playing but the tables had clearly turned. “Easy, Chris,” Zach breathed, his voice cool, soothing. Zach’s mouth continued its path south until his lips hovered just above the other man’s groin.
He looked up at Chris now, a tiny smile curling the edges of his mouth. Chris was breathing heavily, his eyes half closed, his mouth parted. He was too fucking beautiful for Zach’s own good. Zach gave an experimental swipe of his tongue against Chris’ cock. His friend practically whimpered in response. Zach repeated the action and this time Chris moaned fully.
“Come on,” Chris hissed, the impatience clear in his voice.
“You want my mouth on you?” Zach purred, his lips brushing against Chris’ overheated flesh.
“Fuck, yes, damn you,” Chris said.
Zach chuckled. “Never thought you’d be a beggar,” he remarked just before taking the tip of Chris’ cock inside his mouth. He placed his hands on Chris’ hips, holding the other man down as he swallowed him inch by inch. He could feel the tension in Chris’ body and didn’t have any desire to make Chris wait. He started to suck, applying only gentle pressure at first but ratcheting it up little by little until at last he was sucking in earnest, humming around Chris’ cock. He eased his hold on the other man’s hips and let Chris fuck his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks even further.
Chris let out a string of dirty words as he came, body stiffening and back arching as he spilled down Zach’s throat. Zach sucked him dry before letting him slip from between his lips and moving back up the bed and settling against Chris’ side.
Zach dragged his hand up Chris’ torso and along the line of his neck before resting his fingers against Chris’ jaw. Their eyes met and then Zach kissed his friend. “Turn over,” Zach breathed when the kiss ended.
Chris didn’t hesitate. He rolled to his stomach and rested his head against the pillow. Zach ran his fingers down Chris’ spine and bent low and kissed the nape of his neck. “Condom?” he whispered.
“Little bag on the table,” Chris said.
Zach looked back and saw what Chris meant. A small plastic bag with Japanese lettering on it. He got up and retrieved the contents before settling above Chris on the bed. Zach wondered idly if Chris had planned this all along or if he was just a big boy scout. Zach ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his cock before slicking himself with lube. He used a knee to spread Chris’ thighs and pressed his body to the other man’s, his cock nudging against the his friend’s entrance. “Did you get this stuff for us?” he asked.
“No, I got it for me and J.J.,” Chris said.
Zach laughed softly. His lips brushed against Chris’ shoulder, his thumbs stroked softly at Chris’ sides. In a single motion he snapped his hips and drove his cock into Chris. Zach cursed as the heat of Chris’ body gripped him. Chris cried out, too.
Zach held onto Chris as he stayed still. He was desperate to slam hard and fast into Chris but he was even more desperate to savor this, to record every second of it in his mind. He had waited a long time to have Chris this way. Zach kissed Chris’ throat, his shoulder blades, sucked softly at the juncture of his neck. He could feel Chris quivering beneath him. It gave him a rush to know he had this gorgeous man trembling with need for him. “Gonna fuck you now,” Zach rasped into Chris’ ear.
“About fucking time,” Chris said.
Zach didn’t wait another second. He started to move his hips, thrusting deeply and slowly into Chris. Their bodies found the right rhythm all on their own as they rose and fell together. Zach slammed his body down, reveling in the way he fit inside Chris, in the knowledge that with every moan and whimper he could hear Chris coming undone.
The pace quickened and the thrusts became harder. Zach pushed a hand beneath Chris’ body and took hold of his hard flesh. He jerked his fist and twisted his wrist, making Chris sob and shudder. They continued to rock together as Zack stroked Chris’ length. He shifted then, changing the angle and Chris let out a ragged scream. Zach did it again. And then a third time. He roughly pulled at Chris’ cock and pounded into him until he felt the other man’s body shake and heard Chris moan his name.
Zach lost the rhythm and thrust with abandon until he found his own release. Wild ecstasy surged through Zach as he came, before he sunk down against Chris in a boneless heap. Zach closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the back of Chris’ neck. They were both silent, catching their breaths, coming back into themselves.
Finally Zach rolled off of his friend, discarding the condom before lying on his side, facing Chris. Chris turned so that he was on his back, his head to the side, looking at Zach. His chest was still heaving. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Zach said. “That was so not your first time.”
Chris chuckled. “No,” he said.
There were another few moments of silence before Zach spoke. “What happened tonight?”
“Um, well, see, when two guys are really hot for each other sometimes…”
Zach grabbed the pillow and smacked Chris with it. “I’m serious.”
Chris shook his head. “I’ve wanted you since we met. I kept waiting for you to show some interest but every time I flirted you’d just go cold.”
Zach made a face. “I did not go cold. I thought you weren’t serious. You know, when I told you I was gay that might’ve been a good time to say something.”
“I’m not as brave as you, Zach,” Chris said. He paused a few moments. “I knew you wanted me, I didn’t get why you never made a move.”
“I didn’t get the vibe that you wanted me to,” Zach said.
“I think your gaydar needs adjustment,” Chris said.
Zach laughed. “It would seem that way. So what got into you tonight? The obvious aside.”
Chris smirked. “I made a decision. This is the last premiere and I didn’t know when we’d hang out again and I wasn’t going to let this chance go by.”
Zach slid closer to Chris and ran his hand down his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he said. They kissed softly. “So what happens now?”
“Well, I figured we’d go back to L.A. and then I’d move in with you,” Chris said.
Zach’s face contorted before he could stop himself. “Um, uh…”
“Oh, man,” Chris said, laughing hard. “The look on your face is priceless, where’s my camera…”
“Shithead,” Zach said.
Chris was still laughing. “I don’t know. How about we go out when we get home?”
“Like a date?” Zach said, cocking an eyebrow.
“I think that’s what they call it,” Chris said.
“A date,” Zach said, laying back. “Sure, why not.”
“And more sex,” Chris said, pressing against Zach’s side, sliding his arm across his stomach.
“Oh, yeah. That’s a given,” Zach said.
“But no more karaoke,” Chris said, yawning and closing his eyes.
Zach laughed. “Deal,” he said. He closed his eyes now, too. “Flight’s in a few hours. Can’t believe this is all over…”
“Funny, feels to me like its just starting,” Chris murmured.
Zach felt Chris lips against his in the lightest of caresses before Chris settled back down against him and appeared to fall asleep. Zach looked at Chris now. “Yeah, it does…” He pressed a light kiss to his friend’s mouth and closed his eyes once more, allowing himself to drift off.
~fin~