Fic: That New Kirk Smell (Zach/Chris)
Title: That New Kirk Smell
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: The scent of a captain. (Sex in a bathtub.)
Beta: none, all mistakes my own.
Word Count: 1069
The air was humid and the water was very warm, steam rising from the surface. The body pressed against Zach was warmer still. Zach’s fingers skimmed down Chris’ stomach and then back up, the movements languid. His lips brushed against the other man’s shoulder, sucking softly and then dropping wet open mouthed kisses along his throat.
Zach’s hand went south again, caressing Chris’ wet, soapy skin, before sinking beneath the water and settling between the other man’s thighs. Chris made a soft, wanting sound and pushed his hips back. Zach licked along his neck, the beads of water tasting of Chris. He had his other hand splayed flat over Chris’ heart, feeling the steady, hard thump.
Zach pressed his nose to Chris’ neck and closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, allowing the scent to permeate his being. It was heady, intoxicating; the bath had stripped Chris clean of the smell of cologne, which was seductive enough all on its own. Chris’ usual fragrance smelled of cedar and cardamom and generally drove Zach to distraction. But now it was only the scent of his lover that filled Zach’s nostrils and shot straight to his groin. The essence of the man in his arms was warm, inviting, erotic and entirely Chris. He inhaled again and this time moaned.
The sound of Chris voice filled the room. “What are you doing?” he asked softly, his voice drowsy, serene. Chris was loose-limbed and pliant in Zach’s arms and Zach knew it wasn’t just the hot bath. Chris could be high strung at times and had long ago told Zach that he was the only thing that unwound the knots.
“Just getting a whiff of that new Kirk smell,” Zach rasped, his voice thick with lust.
“Yeah? You going to spin my wheels? Take me for a ride?” Chris asked, voice shivery with need.
A groan escaped Zach’s lips. He moved both hands so he could grip Chris’ waist and hoisted the other man onto his lap while leaning his body back against the porcelain. Zach groped for the bath oil that sat on the tub’s edge and let a good amount pour onto his palm. He slipped his hand beneath the water and stroked himself with the oil. “Come here,” he breathed, his other hand resting on Chris’ hip.
Chris moved, lifting up and straddling Zach. Zach kissed softly against his neck, his spine, just as Chris lowered himself down. Zach whimpered in the back of his throat as his cock was bit by bit surrounded by the other man’s welcoming heat. Zach curled his shoulders and arched his back when he was finally buried deep inside Chris.
He could feel the pulse of Chris’ body around him, could feel the other man’s thighs quiver. Zach licked along the nape of Chris’ neck and kept his arm draped around him, the other hand finding one of Chris’ so they could tangle their fingers together. Zach thrust up and Chris shuddered. “Again?” he purred in his ear.
“Fuck, yes, again,” Chris hissed.
Zach repeated the motion and Chris gasped. He did it again and then a fourth time, reveling in the way Chris trembled against him. “I thought we were going for a ride,” Zach whispered.
“Buckle up,” Chris breathed. He pulled up and then rocked onto Zach’s cock.
Soft, throaty sounds fell from Zach’s lips as Chris moved lazily up and down, over and over, canting his hips every so often and hissing, shuddering as Zach hit the right spot. “Fuck,” Zach said, holding a little tighter to Chris but not doing anything else, letting his lover set the pace.
Chris rolled his shoulders and straightened his back and pushed down, forcing Zach deeper. Zach laid his palm flat against Chris and ran it up his body, fingers trailing along his neck until he touched his face, outlined the scar on his cheek, the marred skin that only made Chris more beautiful to him. His thumb traced the other man’s warm lips.
Chris’ head turned and lolled to one side, allowing Zach better access to his throat. He kissed the sensitive, wet skin and thrust up hard, earning a decadent moan. He did it again and this time felt quaking need run through Chris’ frame and reverberate through his own.
Water sloshed around them, spilling over the edge of the tub as the tempo quickened. Zach molded himself against Chris’ back, slid his fingers down Chris’ belly, stroking over his thigh before settling lightly against the other man’s groin.
Chris exhaled, rolling his hips, squeezing his muscles. Zach cried out, his fingers wrapped around Chris’ cock and matched the rhythm of their bodies. He swiped his thumb idly over the head and twisted his wrist, listening as Chris’ breath hitched. He brought his lips against Chris’ ear. “Come for me, Christopher,” he said, low and rough, wringing Chris’ cock hard.
Chris sobbed and his body convulsed. Zach felt the rush of warmth spill over his hand and groaned as he thrust up hard into the other man’s taut body, the silken heat of Chris’ skin driving him wild as he sought his own release, making his thrusts erratic.
The pleasure that had pooled in his groin radiated out, causing his toes to tingle and his heart to thrum. Zach moaned and went weak, arm still loosely wrapped around Chris. “Turn around,” Zach breathed, needing to see Chris’ eyes, to kiss his mouth.
Chris moved clumsily, more water spilling over the sides as Zach slipped from his body and Chris maneuvered to face him. He wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist and settled in his lap once more. Chris’ fingers came against Zach’s cheeks and their eyes met. Chris’ were bright, glimmering. Zach repeated what he’d done before, thumb moving softly over Chris’ mouth before they kissed. It was wet and slow and so so tender. Their foreheads remained pressed together when the kiss ended.
“That was a hell of a test drive,” Chris murmured. “But you might want to take me for another spin around the block… just to be sure.”
Zach laughed breathily. “Oh, I’m sure,” Zach said. “You’re definitely a keeper.”
Chris grinned and they kissed again, sloppily this time, like two over eager teenagers, before sinking down lower into the bath, forgetting that the world existed beyond this room as they touched and tasted and breathed each other in.
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: The scent of a captain. (Sex in a bathtub.)
Beta: none, all mistakes my own.
Word Count: 1069
The air was humid and the water was very warm, steam rising from the surface. The body pressed against Zach was warmer still. Zach’s fingers skimmed down Chris’ stomach and then back up, the movements languid. His lips brushed against the other man’s shoulder, sucking softly and then dropping wet open mouthed kisses along his throat.
Zach’s hand went south again, caressing Chris’ wet, soapy skin, before sinking beneath the water and settling between the other man’s thighs. Chris made a soft, wanting sound and pushed his hips back. Zach licked along his neck, the beads of water tasting of Chris. He had his other hand splayed flat over Chris’ heart, feeling the steady, hard thump.
Zach pressed his nose to Chris’ neck and closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, allowing the scent to permeate his being. It was heady, intoxicating; the bath had stripped Chris clean of the smell of cologne, which was seductive enough all on its own. Chris’ usual fragrance smelled of cedar and cardamom and generally drove Zach to distraction. But now it was only the scent of his lover that filled Zach’s nostrils and shot straight to his groin. The essence of the man in his arms was warm, inviting, erotic and entirely Chris. He inhaled again and this time moaned.
The sound of Chris voice filled the room. “What are you doing?” he asked softly, his voice drowsy, serene. Chris was loose-limbed and pliant in Zach’s arms and Zach knew it wasn’t just the hot bath. Chris could be high strung at times and had long ago told Zach that he was the only thing that unwound the knots.
“Just getting a whiff of that new Kirk smell,” Zach rasped, his voice thick with lust.
“Yeah? You going to spin my wheels? Take me for a ride?” Chris asked, voice shivery with need.
A groan escaped Zach’s lips. He moved both hands so he could grip Chris’ waist and hoisted the other man onto his lap while leaning his body back against the porcelain. Zach groped for the bath oil that sat on the tub’s edge and let a good amount pour onto his palm. He slipped his hand beneath the water and stroked himself with the oil. “Come here,” he breathed, his other hand resting on Chris’ hip.
Chris moved, lifting up and straddling Zach. Zach kissed softly against his neck, his spine, just as Chris lowered himself down. Zach whimpered in the back of his throat as his cock was bit by bit surrounded by the other man’s welcoming heat. Zach curled his shoulders and arched his back when he was finally buried deep inside Chris.
He could feel the pulse of Chris’ body around him, could feel the other man’s thighs quiver. Zach licked along the nape of Chris’ neck and kept his arm draped around him, the other hand finding one of Chris’ so they could tangle their fingers together. Zach thrust up and Chris shuddered. “Again?” he purred in his ear.
“Fuck, yes, again,” Chris hissed.
Zach repeated the motion and Chris gasped. He did it again and then a fourth time, reveling in the way Chris trembled against him. “I thought we were going for a ride,” Zach whispered.
“Buckle up,” Chris breathed. He pulled up and then rocked onto Zach’s cock.
Soft, throaty sounds fell from Zach’s lips as Chris moved lazily up and down, over and over, canting his hips every so often and hissing, shuddering as Zach hit the right spot. “Fuck,” Zach said, holding a little tighter to Chris but not doing anything else, letting his lover set the pace.
Chris rolled his shoulders and straightened his back and pushed down, forcing Zach deeper. Zach laid his palm flat against Chris and ran it up his body, fingers trailing along his neck until he touched his face, outlined the scar on his cheek, the marred skin that only made Chris more beautiful to him. His thumb traced the other man’s warm lips.
Chris’ head turned and lolled to one side, allowing Zach better access to his throat. He kissed the sensitive, wet skin and thrust up hard, earning a decadent moan. He did it again and this time felt quaking need run through Chris’ frame and reverberate through his own.
Water sloshed around them, spilling over the edge of the tub as the tempo quickened. Zach molded himself against Chris’ back, slid his fingers down Chris’ belly, stroking over his thigh before settling lightly against the other man’s groin.
Chris exhaled, rolling his hips, squeezing his muscles. Zach cried out, his fingers wrapped around Chris’ cock and matched the rhythm of their bodies. He swiped his thumb idly over the head and twisted his wrist, listening as Chris’ breath hitched. He brought his lips against Chris’ ear. “Come for me, Christopher,” he said, low and rough, wringing Chris’ cock hard.
Chris sobbed and his body convulsed. Zach felt the rush of warmth spill over his hand and groaned as he thrust up hard into the other man’s taut body, the silken heat of Chris’ skin driving him wild as he sought his own release, making his thrusts erratic.
The pleasure that had pooled in his groin radiated out, causing his toes to tingle and his heart to thrum. Zach moaned and went weak, arm still loosely wrapped around Chris. “Turn around,” Zach breathed, needing to see Chris’ eyes, to kiss his mouth.
Chris moved clumsily, more water spilling over the sides as Zach slipped from his body and Chris maneuvered to face him. He wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist and settled in his lap once more. Chris’ fingers came against Zach’s cheeks and their eyes met. Chris’ were bright, glimmering. Zach repeated what he’d done before, thumb moving softly over Chris’ mouth before they kissed. It was wet and slow and so so tender. Their foreheads remained pressed together when the kiss ended.
“That was a hell of a test drive,” Chris murmured. “But you might want to take me for another spin around the block… just to be sure.”
Zach laughed breathily. “Oh, I’m sure,” Zach said. “You’re definitely a keeper.”
Chris grinned and they kissed again, sloppily this time, like two over eager teenagers, before sinking down lower into the bath, forgetting that the world existed beyond this room as they touched and tasted and breathed each other in.
fin.