Fic: Better Than Chocolate
Title: Better Than Chocolate
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chocolate cake and birthday sex.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: Happy Birthday, Chris Pine.
Word Count: 1311
Warm, liquid sweetness flooded Chris’ mouth. Chris moaned, licking his lips. Zach gave him a wicked little grin, holding out another spoonful of cake, molten chocolate dripping from the front as he fed it to Chris. Chris closed his lips around it and sucked it off, letting the spoon slip from his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, another series of soft sounds falling from his lips.
“Good?” Zach asked, crawling closer, straddling Chris as he kneeled over him, still holding the plate and wearing nothing but a white apron.
“So good,” Chris said. Zach smiled more deeply and offered Chris another bite of cake. Chris once again ate it slowly, savoring the rich, dark flavor, the still warm chocolate dribbling down his chin. “You haven’t had any.”
“That’s a shame, it looks so good…” Zach said. “But it’s your birthday cake. You should have it all.”
“I’d rather share,” Chris breathed, reaching a hand out and wrapping it behind Zach’s neck, pulling him in for a sticky, sweet kiss. Zach’s tongue licked the chocolate clean off Chris’ lips, slithering against his chin until there wasn’t a drop left there. Zach licked at Chris’ mouth again, pushing against it until Chris’ parted his lips and let Zach inside. Chris moaned as Zach devoured his mouth like he was made of chocolate.
The plate that Zach still held precariously in one hand tipped forward and Chris whimpered as the warm, melted chocolate drizzled down over his chest. Zach leaned away and smirked when he saw the mess he’d made. “Oooops,” he said, placing the plate on the nightstand. Zach undid the apron at his waist and tossed it aside, bending low and skating his tongue over the streaks of chocolate that coated Chris’ chest and dripped all the way down to his stomach.
Zach rested his fingers lightly at Chris’ hips and slithered his tongue against his skin, making Chris quiver. Zach lapped up every drop of chocolate but kept moving south until his lips were against Chris’ cock. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down the length, pausing at the tip and lapping at the liquid there, making decadent little noises. He dragged his tongue against the underside and swirled it over the head and repeated the entire sequence, kissing and sucking as Chris writhed.
“Fuck, Zach, get up here,” Chris demanded and Zach complied but at his own pace, moving slowly back up Chris’ body, licking and kissing as he went until their bodies were aligned and their lips touched at last. Chris arched, hooking a leg around Zach and threading his fingers into Zach’s hair.
Their mouths met in a wild, delirious kiss. Zach pumped his hips and rutted his cock against Chris’. The pressure of Zach’s lips was hard, insistent as he bruised Chris’ lips. Chris was breathless when Zach drew back.
“You,” Zach said, breathing hard. “You are so fucking sweet.”
Zach kissed Chris again, this time light and teasing, sucking softly on his lower lip and then touching their lips together again. It was wet and warm and caused desire to curl in Chris’ belly. Zach’s fingertips stroked down Chris’ sides and rested at his waist as his knee slipped between Chris’ thighs and nudged them apart. Chris felt Zach’s hand smooth over his thigh until his palm pressed over his cock, sending a rush of molten want through his frame.
Zach’s mouth moved away from Chris’ lips and slid along his jaw line, over his throat. He sucked at Chris’ Adam's apple, tongue licking over the pulse in his neck and then down until his mouth latched onto Chris’ shoulder. Chris closed his eyes, his head falling back. A low, needy sound fell from his lips when Zach’s fist came around his length and squeezed, moving up and down his shaft with languid caresses.
Chris heard the drawer slide open and then shut. He heard the sound of a cap being popped and felt his stomach muscles clench in anticipation. He let out a hiss when Zach’s hand moved away from his cock only to surround it again less than a heartbeat later. Chris could feel the slick, wet gel cover his skin and opened his eyes, meeting Zach’s.
Chris’ breath caught at the site of Zach, brown eyes dark like the chocolate that melted out of the cake they shared, hair a wild shock of black, lips parted, cheeks covered in stubble. He reached out and ran his thumb along Zach’s lower lip and let out a puff of breath when the tip of Zach’s tongue circled the digit. Zach shifted above him and Chris let his leg drop from around Zach’s waist. Zach was on his knees, spread wide over Chris.
Chris slid his hand along Zach’s cheek, cupping the back of his neck. “Come here,” he breathed, pulling Zach down just as Zach slid onto his cock. Chris’s hips rocked, eager for the heat of Zach’s body as it wrapped tightly around him. Zach was deliciously hot, still pliant from their earlier lovemaking. Their mouths connected and Chris pushed his tongue inside Zach’s mouth, tasting the remnants of chocolate there, sugary and decadent. But mostly he tasted Zach. The wild, intoxicating flavor that was better than any dessert, better than any drink, better than anything Chris had ever known.
Zach moved slowly, his hips rocking, thighs squeezing around Chris’ legs, throbbing around Chris’ cock. He slid up and down, up and down, almost all the way out only to push back down hard, whimpering as Chris hit the right spot. Chris held onto Zach’s waist and matched his thrusts, met him on the way down, eliciting sobs and groans, making Zach tremble.
“Harder, baby,” Chris rasped, arching and driving himself deeper into Zach’s body. Zach moaned and clenched tighter around Chris, doubling the pace, riding him with abandon, mouth slack, eyes black with lust. Zach shifted slightly, changing the angle and slamming down roughly, forcing Chris deeper and deeper, licking his lips and sighing Chris’ name.
Chris reached out, dragged his fingers down Zach’s chest, toying gently with one nipple, then the other. He caressed Zach’s stomach; let his fingers drift down, tangling into the dark, thick hair over his groin before taking hold of Zach’s cock. He lifted up, thrusting violently into Zach as his fingers moved over his shaft, gripping him in his fist and starting to twist and tug.
Zach let out a guttural sound, crashing his hips down, fingers coming over Chris’ as they both worked together, rubbing, jerking, stroking at Zach’s hard flesh. The other man came hard, hands grabbing onto Chris’ arms as he shivered and moaned. Chris pumped his hips a few more times into Zach before finding his own release. It rumbled through him like a thunderstorm, loud and wild, flashes of electricity pulsing in the air.
Chris breathed hard; Zach bent over him, back curved, cheek pressed against Chris’ shoulder. He pressed the tips of his fingers down Zach’s spine, feeling each bone, spreading his hands out to feel the hard muscles beneath the heated flesh. He ran his fingers all the way back up, threading them through Zach’s thick, dark hair. Zach lifted his head and looked down into Chris’ eyes.
His throat got tight from the look he saw there and he swallowed against it, desperate to find the right words. “I like you better than chocolate,” he said at last and watched a smile begin to curl Zach’s lips. Chris ran his fingers against them. “I like you better than anything.”
Zach brushed his mouth to Chris’, slow and soft and lush, full of aching sweetness. “I love you, too. Happy Birthday,” Zach breathed, lips still touching Chris’.
“Yeah, yeah, it was,” Chris smiled and kissed Zach again, drowning in his warmth, in his body, in his love.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chocolate cake and birthday sex.
Beta: eruberueth
Note: Happy Birthday, Chris Pine.
Word Count: 1311
Warm, liquid sweetness flooded Chris’ mouth. Chris moaned, licking his lips. Zach gave him a wicked little grin, holding out another spoonful of cake, molten chocolate dripping from the front as he fed it to Chris. Chris closed his lips around it and sucked it off, letting the spoon slip from his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, another series of soft sounds falling from his lips.
“Good?” Zach asked, crawling closer, straddling Chris as he kneeled over him, still holding the plate and wearing nothing but a white apron.
“So good,” Chris said. Zach smiled more deeply and offered Chris another bite of cake. Chris once again ate it slowly, savoring the rich, dark flavor, the still warm chocolate dribbling down his chin. “You haven’t had any.”
“That’s a shame, it looks so good…” Zach said. “But it’s your birthday cake. You should have it all.”
“I’d rather share,” Chris breathed, reaching a hand out and wrapping it behind Zach’s neck, pulling him in for a sticky, sweet kiss. Zach’s tongue licked the chocolate clean off Chris’ lips, slithering against his chin until there wasn’t a drop left there. Zach licked at Chris’ mouth again, pushing against it until Chris’ parted his lips and let Zach inside. Chris moaned as Zach devoured his mouth like he was made of chocolate.
The plate that Zach still held precariously in one hand tipped forward and Chris whimpered as the warm, melted chocolate drizzled down over his chest. Zach leaned away and smirked when he saw the mess he’d made. “Oooops,” he said, placing the plate on the nightstand. Zach undid the apron at his waist and tossed it aside, bending low and skating his tongue over the streaks of chocolate that coated Chris’ chest and dripped all the way down to his stomach.
Zach rested his fingers lightly at Chris’ hips and slithered his tongue against his skin, making Chris quiver. Zach lapped up every drop of chocolate but kept moving south until his lips were against Chris’ cock. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down the length, pausing at the tip and lapping at the liquid there, making decadent little noises. He dragged his tongue against the underside and swirled it over the head and repeated the entire sequence, kissing and sucking as Chris writhed.
“Fuck, Zach, get up here,” Chris demanded and Zach complied but at his own pace, moving slowly back up Chris’ body, licking and kissing as he went until their bodies were aligned and their lips touched at last. Chris arched, hooking a leg around Zach and threading his fingers into Zach’s hair.
Their mouths met in a wild, delirious kiss. Zach pumped his hips and rutted his cock against Chris’. The pressure of Zach’s lips was hard, insistent as he bruised Chris’ lips. Chris was breathless when Zach drew back.
“You,” Zach said, breathing hard. “You are so fucking sweet.”
Zach kissed Chris again, this time light and teasing, sucking softly on his lower lip and then touching their lips together again. It was wet and warm and caused desire to curl in Chris’ belly. Zach’s fingertips stroked down Chris’ sides and rested at his waist as his knee slipped between Chris’ thighs and nudged them apart. Chris felt Zach’s hand smooth over his thigh until his palm pressed over his cock, sending a rush of molten want through his frame.
Zach’s mouth moved away from Chris’ lips and slid along his jaw line, over his throat. He sucked at Chris’ Adam's apple, tongue licking over the pulse in his neck and then down until his mouth latched onto Chris’ shoulder. Chris closed his eyes, his head falling back. A low, needy sound fell from his lips when Zach’s fist came around his length and squeezed, moving up and down his shaft with languid caresses.
Chris heard the drawer slide open and then shut. He heard the sound of a cap being popped and felt his stomach muscles clench in anticipation. He let out a hiss when Zach’s hand moved away from his cock only to surround it again less than a heartbeat later. Chris could feel the slick, wet gel cover his skin and opened his eyes, meeting Zach’s.
Chris’ breath caught at the site of Zach, brown eyes dark like the chocolate that melted out of the cake they shared, hair a wild shock of black, lips parted, cheeks covered in stubble. He reached out and ran his thumb along Zach’s lower lip and let out a puff of breath when the tip of Zach’s tongue circled the digit. Zach shifted above him and Chris let his leg drop from around Zach’s waist. Zach was on his knees, spread wide over Chris.
Chris slid his hand along Zach’s cheek, cupping the back of his neck. “Come here,” he breathed, pulling Zach down just as Zach slid onto his cock. Chris’s hips rocked, eager for the heat of Zach’s body as it wrapped tightly around him. Zach was deliciously hot, still pliant from their earlier lovemaking. Their mouths connected and Chris pushed his tongue inside Zach’s mouth, tasting the remnants of chocolate there, sugary and decadent. But mostly he tasted Zach. The wild, intoxicating flavor that was better than any dessert, better than any drink, better than anything Chris had ever known.
Zach moved slowly, his hips rocking, thighs squeezing around Chris’ legs, throbbing around Chris’ cock. He slid up and down, up and down, almost all the way out only to push back down hard, whimpering as Chris hit the right spot. Chris held onto Zach’s waist and matched his thrusts, met him on the way down, eliciting sobs and groans, making Zach tremble.
“Harder, baby,” Chris rasped, arching and driving himself deeper into Zach’s body. Zach moaned and clenched tighter around Chris, doubling the pace, riding him with abandon, mouth slack, eyes black with lust. Zach shifted slightly, changing the angle and slamming down roughly, forcing Chris deeper and deeper, licking his lips and sighing Chris’ name.
Chris reached out, dragged his fingers down Zach’s chest, toying gently with one nipple, then the other. He caressed Zach’s stomach; let his fingers drift down, tangling into the dark, thick hair over his groin before taking hold of Zach’s cock. He lifted up, thrusting violently into Zach as his fingers moved over his shaft, gripping him in his fist and starting to twist and tug.
Zach let out a guttural sound, crashing his hips down, fingers coming over Chris’ as they both worked together, rubbing, jerking, stroking at Zach’s hard flesh. The other man came hard, hands grabbing onto Chris’ arms as he shivered and moaned. Chris pumped his hips a few more times into Zach before finding his own release. It rumbled through him like a thunderstorm, loud and wild, flashes of electricity pulsing in the air.
Chris breathed hard; Zach bent over him, back curved, cheek pressed against Chris’ shoulder. He pressed the tips of his fingers down Zach’s spine, feeling each bone, spreading his hands out to feel the hard muscles beneath the heated flesh. He ran his fingers all the way back up, threading them through Zach’s thick, dark hair. Zach lifted his head and looked down into Chris’ eyes.
His throat got tight from the look he saw there and he swallowed against it, desperate to find the right words. “I like you better than chocolate,” he said at last and watched a smile begin to curl Zach’s lips. Chris ran his fingers against them. “I like you better than anything.”
Zach brushed his mouth to Chris’, slow and soft and lush, full of aching sweetness. “I love you, too. Happy Birthday,” Zach breathed, lips still touching Chris’.
“Yeah, yeah, it was,” Chris smiled and kissed Zach again, drowning in his warmth, in his body, in his love.
~fin~