MMOM Day 6-"The Rules" Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine RPS Rating-R Wordcount-1420
Title: The Rules
Fandom: RPS-Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Wordcount: 1420
Rating: R
Notes: Icon Prompt from strawberrytatoo. My first attempt at Zach & Chris. Massive amounts of gratitude to amproof and hllangel for much-needed bitch-slapping beta.
Summary: When Zach met Chris, the rules went out the window.
Zach had two rules for surviving as a gay man in Hollywood.
Rule 1-No co-stars
Rule 2-No straight boys.
If he wanted to give lessons in head to bi-curious pretty boys, he wouldn’t have turned Milo down as many times as he had -and don’t think he hadn’t been tempted- but all the rules went out the window the first time he saw Chris Pine in his Star Fleet uniform during a publicity shoot to reveal the new set for the Enterprise bridge.
He honestly didn’t know if he was falling in love with Chris, or if Spock was falling in love with Kirk, or if it was just weird fan-boy lust asserting itself over common sense, but he didn’t give a damn. The only question was whether Chris felt the same way, or if Zach was going to spend a lot of time in his trailer working off the tension of being around Chris so much, especially considering the intensity of the scenes they’d be playing.
Just standing there, he could feel himself getting hard and he was worried about the others noticing, especially Simon. He loved the Brits, but their humor could be vicious and getting caught with a big old boner was not the best thing to happen on his first day with new “ship-mates.”
Maybe he could get away from the set for a few seconds by claiming he’d eaten something bad from craft services. He had to do something, because his form-fitting costume wasn’t going to hide what was rapidly developing the more he stood there looking at Chris.
He made a tentative grab toward his stomach and started walking away from the crew, only to have Chris trot over and take his arm in a great show of concern.
“Looks like Zach’s not feeling well. We’re gonna go get some air for a few minutes. Be right back.”
As soon as they were safely off the sound-stage, Chris’s hand moved from Zach’s arm down to his leg... the front of his thigh in fact.
“Can I help you with that?” Chris asked, his tone no longer expressing concern, but something considerably more intimate as his touch moved closer to the bulge that was now exceeding the ability of the material to conceal it.
“Your trailer or mine?” Zach answered, hoping that it wasn’t as cheesy as it sounded.
“I’ve got a better idea…”
“You’ve been thinking about this?” Zach asked, both grateful and somewhat worried.
“Since about two seconds after my agent told me I’d gotten the part.”
Zach didn’t know if this was good or bad, and started leaning toward really bad when he found out that Chris’s idea was the set that had been dressed for Uhura’s quarters, which had a bed and a door, but not an actual lock.
“What if someone walks in…”
“What if they do?”
Maybe Chris was taking his "reckless young Jim Kirk" persona a little too far. Zach had long ago made his peace with Hollywood’s hypocrisy. He didn’t tell any out and out lies, but he’d fallen back on the same non-answers that he and his friends had once mocked closeted actors for.
I’m not seeing anyone right now.
I don’t like to talk about my personal life
My dog is my best friend.
OK, the last one was true, but the bottom line was that he wasn’t ready to go all Ellen. He’d had a serious, if brief discussion with Neil Patrick Harris at the previous year’s Comic Con and Neil had told him that it was the best thing he’d ever done, but given him a warning as well: “The first year after you do it, it’s all about that. Then things settle down and you get on with your life, but you have to get through the first year.”
Zach had decided that he couldn’t do that to his fellow Heroes, and certainly not to JJ and the Star Trek cast. It wouldn’t be fair for every story about the movie to mention the fact that an openly gay actor had been hired to play Spock.
“No,” he said firmly, which was hard, almost as hard as his dick was getting when Chris’s fingers started to knead through the fabric. “I want you, and I want to do this, but don’t be a schmuck. We both owe it to this film to behave ourselves.
“OK,” Chris replied, and led Zach in a somewhat painful jog toward the trailers. Zach’s turned out to be the closer and as soon as they had cleared the door and made sure it was firmly shut,
Zach started pushing down his Star Fleet trousers and the thin briefs he wore under them to free his dick which pushed up against his stomach demanding to know what the hell had taken so long.
He reached down instinctively to start stroking, but then he remembered that he had company; better than that - he had a volunteer. Chris was staring at him as though he’d never seen another man’s cock before. Christ, he knew there was a reason for rule #2.
“You offered to lend a hand?” he asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
“Uh yeah. I mean, I want to. I want to do everything. I’ve been thinking about it….”
Zach tried not to sigh in frustration; he didn’t want to be harsh. Chris was a very beautiful, slightly confused young man. There’d be time to help Chris figure out if “everything” really meant “everything,” but this wasn’t it.
“Those guys are waiting for us, so if you’re going to help out, now’s the time. Or do you just want to watch?” he snapped, and winced a bit when he saw that Chris looked genuinely hurt.
He hadn’t meant it to come out that nasty, but he was horny and not really in the mood to talk. He wanted to get off and if Chris wasn’t going to do something immediately, he was.
“Could I?”
Maybe that wasn’t hurt he’d seen on Chris’ face. It appeared Mr. Pine had a bit of voyeurism fetish. Those beautiful blue eyes had gone wide and his lips were slightly parted. God he was hot. Zach just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Sure.”
He went over to his dressing table and found a tube in the drawer, squeezed some on his hands and went to work. It was a bit awkward standing against the table using his free hand to brace himself, but it was worth it to have the view of Chris looking at him, mouth half open, clearly entranced by what Zach was doing. Zach took a moment to look Chris over and determine that he was becoming equally aroused. Yeah, those uniforms really didn’t hide anything.
Showtime, he thought, reaching down to stroke his own cock and finding it so sensitive he didn’t think he would last very long. Quick and dirty.
Even dirtier than usual because of Chris standing there watching in frank appreciation, until apparently, he could no longer just observe. Zach felt a lascivious grim forming as Chris pushed down Captain Kirk’s pants, and joined the party. His eyes and Zachs locked together as they jerked off in unison.
“Chris!” he called out, sealing the connection, and hopefully making promises for something more intimate and less rushed when there was proper time.
Chris was beyond speech and merely nodded, biting down on his lower lip, pumping himself harder. Hoarse gasps and groans filled the small trailer as Zach felt himself coming, felt his whole body shaking, and heard Chris half growling, half whimpering through his own orgasm shortly after.
“Wow!”
Zach really couldn’t argue with the assessment and didn’t have much spare energy to speak anyway. He handed Chris a clean make-up towel and they both went about the business of making themselves presentable to go back to the set and act like nothing had happened.
As they were strolling back to the sound-stage, enoying a bit of what passed for fresh air in Los Angeles, Chris broke the silence.
“Uh…Zach. I usually don’t do things like that.”
He waited, expecting to hear the rationalizations, the excuses, and told himself that THIS was why he had the rules. Once again, Chris managed to surprise him.
“I meant what I said back there, Zach. I do want everything…I’m just…you know?”
Zach knew. He looked at Chris, his gorgeous, adorably confused, straight co-star, and reminded himself what they said about rules.
They were made to be broken.
Fandom: RPS-Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Wordcount: 1420
Rating: R
Notes: Icon Prompt from strawberrytatoo. My first attempt at Zach & Chris. Massive amounts of gratitude to amproof and hllangel for much-needed bitch-slapping beta.
Summary: When Zach met Chris, the rules went out the window.
Zach had two rules for surviving as a gay man in Hollywood.
Rule 1-No co-stars
Rule 2-No straight boys.
If he wanted to give lessons in head to bi-curious pretty boys, he wouldn’t have turned Milo down as many times as he had -and don’t think he hadn’t been tempted- but all the rules went out the window the first time he saw Chris Pine in his Star Fleet uniform during a publicity shoot to reveal the new set for the Enterprise bridge.
He honestly didn’t know if he was falling in love with Chris, or if Spock was falling in love with Kirk, or if it was just weird fan-boy lust asserting itself over common sense, but he didn’t give a damn. The only question was whether Chris felt the same way, or if Zach was going to spend a lot of time in his trailer working off the tension of being around Chris so much, especially considering the intensity of the scenes they’d be playing.
Just standing there, he could feel himself getting hard and he was worried about the others noticing, especially Simon. He loved the Brits, but their humor could be vicious and getting caught with a big old boner was not the best thing to happen on his first day with new “ship-mates.”
Maybe he could get away from the set for a few seconds by claiming he’d eaten something bad from craft services. He had to do something, because his form-fitting costume wasn’t going to hide what was rapidly developing the more he stood there looking at Chris.
He made a tentative grab toward his stomach and started walking away from the crew, only to have Chris trot over and take his arm in a great show of concern.
“Looks like Zach’s not feeling well. We’re gonna go get some air for a few minutes. Be right back.”
As soon as they were safely off the sound-stage, Chris’s hand moved from Zach’s arm down to his leg... the front of his thigh in fact.
“Can I help you with that?” Chris asked, his tone no longer expressing concern, but something considerably more intimate as his touch moved closer to the bulge that was now exceeding the ability of the material to conceal it.
“Your trailer or mine?” Zach answered, hoping that it wasn’t as cheesy as it sounded.
“I’ve got a better idea…”
“You’ve been thinking about this?” Zach asked, both grateful and somewhat worried.
“Since about two seconds after my agent told me I’d gotten the part.”
Zach didn’t know if this was good or bad, and started leaning toward really bad when he found out that Chris’s idea was the set that had been dressed for Uhura’s quarters, which had a bed and a door, but not an actual lock.
“What if someone walks in…”
“What if they do?”
Maybe Chris was taking his "reckless young Jim Kirk" persona a little too far. Zach had long ago made his peace with Hollywood’s hypocrisy. He didn’t tell any out and out lies, but he’d fallen back on the same non-answers that he and his friends had once mocked closeted actors for.
I’m not seeing anyone right now.
I don’t like to talk about my personal life
My dog is my best friend.
OK, the last one was true, but the bottom line was that he wasn’t ready to go all Ellen. He’d had a serious, if brief discussion with Neil Patrick Harris at the previous year’s Comic Con and Neil had told him that it was the best thing he’d ever done, but given him a warning as well: “The first year after you do it, it’s all about that. Then things settle down and you get on with your life, but you have to get through the first year.”
Zach had decided that he couldn’t do that to his fellow Heroes, and certainly not to JJ and the Star Trek cast. It wouldn’t be fair for every story about the movie to mention the fact that an openly gay actor had been hired to play Spock.
“No,” he said firmly, which was hard, almost as hard as his dick was getting when Chris’s fingers started to knead through the fabric. “I want you, and I want to do this, but don’t be a schmuck. We both owe it to this film to behave ourselves.
“OK,” Chris replied, and led Zach in a somewhat painful jog toward the trailers. Zach’s turned out to be the closer and as soon as they had cleared the door and made sure it was firmly shut,
Zach started pushing down his Star Fleet trousers and the thin briefs he wore under them to free his dick which pushed up against his stomach demanding to know what the hell had taken so long.
He reached down instinctively to start stroking, but then he remembered that he had company; better than that - he had a volunteer. Chris was staring at him as though he’d never seen another man’s cock before. Christ, he knew there was a reason for rule #2.
“You offered to lend a hand?” he asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
“Uh yeah. I mean, I want to. I want to do everything. I’ve been thinking about it….”
Zach tried not to sigh in frustration; he didn’t want to be harsh. Chris was a very beautiful, slightly confused young man. There’d be time to help Chris figure out if “everything” really meant “everything,” but this wasn’t it.
“Those guys are waiting for us, so if you’re going to help out, now’s the time. Or do you just want to watch?” he snapped, and winced a bit when he saw that Chris looked genuinely hurt.
He hadn’t meant it to come out that nasty, but he was horny and not really in the mood to talk. He wanted to get off and if Chris wasn’t going to do something immediately, he was.
“Could I?”
Maybe that wasn’t hurt he’d seen on Chris’ face. It appeared Mr. Pine had a bit of voyeurism fetish. Those beautiful blue eyes had gone wide and his lips were slightly parted. God he was hot. Zach just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Sure.”
He went over to his dressing table and found a tube in the drawer, squeezed some on his hands and went to work. It was a bit awkward standing against the table using his free hand to brace himself, but it was worth it to have the view of Chris looking at him, mouth half open, clearly entranced by what Zach was doing. Zach took a moment to look Chris over and determine that he was becoming equally aroused. Yeah, those uniforms really didn’t hide anything.
Showtime, he thought, reaching down to stroke his own cock and finding it so sensitive he didn’t think he would last very long. Quick and dirty.
Even dirtier than usual because of Chris standing there watching in frank appreciation, until apparently, he could no longer just observe. Zach felt a lascivious grim forming as Chris pushed down Captain Kirk’s pants, and joined the party. His eyes and Zachs locked together as they jerked off in unison.
“Chris!” he called out, sealing the connection, and hopefully making promises for something more intimate and less rushed when there was proper time.
Chris was beyond speech and merely nodded, biting down on his lower lip, pumping himself harder. Hoarse gasps and groans filled the small trailer as Zach felt himself coming, felt his whole body shaking, and heard Chris half growling, half whimpering through his own orgasm shortly after.
“Wow!”
Zach really couldn’t argue with the assessment and didn’t have much spare energy to speak anyway. He handed Chris a clean make-up towel and they both went about the business of making themselves presentable to go back to the set and act like nothing had happened.
As they were strolling back to the sound-stage, enoying a bit of what passed for fresh air in Los Angeles, Chris broke the silence.
“Uh…Zach. I usually don’t do things like that.”
He waited, expecting to hear the rationalizations, the excuses, and told himself that THIS was why he had the rules. Once again, Chris managed to surprise him.
“I meant what I said back there, Zach. I do want everything…I’m just…you know?”
Zach knew. He looked at Chris, his gorgeous, adorably confused, straight co-star, and reminded himself what they said about rules.
They were made to be broken.