Left Hand on Heart | Pinto | NC-17 | Part 2/2
Title: Left Hand on Heart
Author: lalazee
Beta: rainbowstrlght ; How do I liiiive without you(r editing)? I want to knoooow! How do I ever, ever surviiiiive?!
Series: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~10,000
Disclaimer: This may or may not have happened to someone else; but likely not Pinto.
Summary: Twister shenanigans & hijinks. You heard!
Author's Note: Um. My first Pinto? And Chris gets an owwie.
Zach didn’t bother to pretend like he hadn’t been awaiting Chris. He’d swung the door open before the blonde could even finish knocking.
It never got any easier to find those bright blue eyes peering up at him -never. A single look could knock the wind out of him, even after all this time.
Throughout the beginning of their relationship as co-stars, Zach had been able to take Chris’ golden-boy looks with a grain of salt. He had grown accustomed to being surrounded by good-looking actors -that was the world he lived in. So it had been somewhat alarming for Zach, when he found himself growing further intrigued by Chris, as the years passed.
His attention had been drawn to the curve of Chris’ lips and the vivid spark in his eye; the shadowed scar, hidden beneath dusky stubble; the contagious laugh and the expressive hands. An eloquent vocabulary, paired with schoolboy slang and California relaxation. Every subtle attraction Zach experienced had slowly pieced itself together; eventually forming a puzzle that was a solid, unmistakable love for the man who had become his best friend.
Unfortunately, his best friend had been taken, and apparently very straight - so, Zach had left it. He had almost grown accustomed to the unrequited love nestled at the back of his heart. He hadn’t fed the emotion with delusion or hope; and he’d learned to live with the vague, metallic pang he heard in the corner of his consciousness when Chris went out with his girlfriend.
However, when Chris had begun to avoid him, that - no - Zach hadn’t been strong enough to deal with that.
Zach smiled warmly. “Hi - hey. Come in.”
He pushed the door back, and allowed Chris to step inside. Butterflies circled dizzily within his stomach as Chris offered one of his secret boyish smiles, and leaned forward to place a light kiss on the corner of Zach’s mouth.
“You look nervous about something - You pregnant?”
Zach rolled his eyes, and shut the door behind him. “Yeah. How did you guess?”
Chris eyed the other’s stomach with a quirked brow. “You’re already starting to show.”
“Shut up. You’re not the baby daddy, anyway.”
The blonde feigned mortification, as he lightly slapped Zach’s shoulder with the back of his hand.
“Asshole. I don’t put out, and you go get knocked up to teach me a lesson?” He sauntered sassily towards the adjacent kitchen, and Zach followed on his heels.
True, Chris hadn’t - as he had said it - ‘put-out’ in the past weeks. But Zach hadn’t pushed it; hadn’t felt the need to. Their heated blowjobs and hand jobs had been more than satisfying; they’d been fantastic. The two of them had seemed in-tune with each other from the beginning; they’d known where to touch, and when, as if they’d been together for years.
But Zach begun to worry that Chris was in need of sex; and was simply too nervous to instigate anything. That was why he’d called him over today.
Zach didn’t reply to Chris’ silly jibe, as he watched his boyfriend open the fridge like it was his own. As Chris ducked his head inside to inspect the contents, he didn’t see Zach gripping the zipper of his hoodie; to jerk it up and down.
Chris had been spot-on moments ago. Zach was nervous. And bringing up the topic of sex only furthered his anxiety. Zach wasn’t one to second-guess himself much of the time, but he was seriously beginning to doubt how Chris was going to receive his... intentions.
They had, after all, been taking it slow. It was clear to Zach that Chris took their relationship seriously; despite his bravado and jokes. This was his boyfriend’s first relationship with a man, and Zach empathised with the difficulties and confusion that could bring in tow. Chris was taking it all extremely well.
And although a person didn’t simply wake up one morning and say ‘hey, I’m gay!’, that first relationship could still come as a serious shock to the system. Chris had been more than wonderful; he had remained himself through all these weeks. But Zach had a sneaking suspicion that his boyfriend was dealing with some issues in private; ones which he wasn’t going to force out of him. Zach wished that Chris would open up to him at least one more time since that fateful night of Twister.
Twister. Right. That reminded him.
“Speaking of putting out...”
Chris’ lips paused in an ‘oh’ above the can he’d unearthed from the fridge. A wrinkle creased his brow, as their eyes locked.
Zach inhaled a slow breath, yoga-style. “I wanted to show you something.”
The blonde set his untouched drink on the counter. “That sounds ominous -especially in conjunction with the subject of sex. You don’t have herpes, do you?”
Zach could only sputter a laugh. He knew Chris was trying to loosen him up, and it always worked. No matter how tightly wound Zach became, it was Chris - not yoga - that relaxed him at the end of the day.
“You’re a vile man, did you know that?”
“I’ve heard it said from time to time, but I had always assumed it was about some other beautiful man named Chris.”
I love you.
Zach nearly let it slide off of his lips. Nearly. It was a close one, though. He was fairly certain Chris wasn’t ready to hear that, just yet. They hadn’t even had sex, for God’s sake. And it was totally inappropriate under the circumstances.
So instead he laughed, and tugged on Chris’ wrist. The warmth of his skin set some of his jangling nerves to rest. This was Chris, after all. If his plan didn’t pan out, they could always laugh about it later. “Come on.”
“I’m coming, but I’m dubious. I may be vile, but you’re suspicious and bordering on creepy.”
“And you’re impatient.” Zach chided, as he opened the bedroom door. “Come and see.”
“What am I -” Chris paused mid-sentence, and stared at the bed.
It was a Twister mat. Well, not a mat, exactly. It was a white bedspread that had the coloured Twister spots printed atop. To Zach’s surprise, the sheet set had been remarkably easy to find online. And he’d thought hey, if they had come together over Twister -injuries notwithstanding- then maybe they could, uh, come together over this form of Twister.
Zach thought it might put Chris somewhat at ease. Humour always seemed to be the sensible way to get through to him, and make him feel comfortable.
But right now Zach was feeling distinctively uncomfortable. Chris had yet to move or speak; and he continued to stare at the bed, mouth agape.
“I just thought it would be a good laugh. So there wouldn’t be such a, you know -” Zach gestured vaguely with his hands as he received a glazed stare, “ - stigma, or seriousness surrounding the whole sex thing.”
Chris cracked a smile, and the corners of his eyes splayed in charming laugh lines. “Didn’t you think that this might traumatise me to high hell -to remind me of how you utterly emasculated me with one foul swoop of a bony knee?”
Chris was going for dramatics, now. Oh dear.
Zach’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “No -I mean. Crap. I didn’t thi -”
But he realised then that Chris was advancing on him, and their lips met with Chris’ rumbling chuckle shoved between their mouths. Zach swallowed the noise happily, and brought his hands to rest upon Chris’ wide shoulders.
He looked plaintively down at his boyfriend, whose eyes still sparkled with mirth. “Jerk. Purposely fucking with my head. Do you know how ridiculous I felt buying these sheets?”
The grin shining up at him was unrepentant. “I’ll make it up to you, then. I love them - they’re ridiculous, and I love them.”
I love you.
Zach leaned his forehead upon Chris’, and inhaled his familiar woodsy scent. “I’m glad you love them. You know what I’d love, though?”
“What?” Chris’ hands seemed to read Zach’s mind, as they fondled with the button of Zach’s jeans.
“To play Twister with you again. Only this time, with no spinner and no clothes.”
That husky laugh sent an arrow of raw desire straight through him.
Chris popped the button on Zach’s jeans, and his lips angled to search out his partner’s once more. “I like the way you think.”
They sealed the deal with a playful, exuberant kiss. Tongues lashed and curled against one another, both warring for space within in each other’s mouths. Full, supple lips drove Zach to utter distraction, as he found himself worshipping the generous curve of Chris’ top lip with his teeth and tongue.
They pulled apart for a moment, only to stare at each other with laboured breaths. Chris’ cheeks and the tip of his nose where flushed ravish-me red, with his lips swollen and parted; expectant. His eyes were dark and rapt upon Zach’s face.
Zach sucked in a sharp breath and dove for Chris. There was a frenzy to tug each other’s shirts off, hands shaking with nerves and anticipation. Chris fumbled with the zipper on Zach’s hoody.
“I’ll never understand your fucking obsession with layers.” But Chris was laughing breathlessly, as he tugged off the useless bit of clothing. When he saw that Zach wore a long-sleeved shirt beneath his thin t-shirt, he threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “You’re not a fucking vagabond! You don’t have to wear every article of clothing you own, ya know?”
“As opposed to owning a single article of clothing?” Zach hungrily eyed Chris’ clinging, white shirt.
“I would rather be wearing too little than too much.”
“Is that a hint?”
They flung themselves at each other once more. When Zach’s hands finally reached the warm, taut skin beneath Chris’ clothes, he felt something volatile rattle within him. Even as his fevered touch roved the wide plains of Chris’ chest, and tweaked a nipple roughly along his exploration; he reminded himself that this was his partner’s first time having sex with a man, and he needed to keep his ravenous lust on a tight leash.
Oh, but it was so difficult to keep in mind; when Chris was pushing him back onto the bed, and diving to tug his tight jeans over and down his hips. The brush of knuckle against his suddenly sensitive thigh had his cock twitching, and it filled with all the blood that had once kept his thoughts and sanity intact. Zach bit down on his bottom lip as Chris’ hot breath skimmed the tender flesh of his knee, on his journey down. Another vicious rattle sounded from within him.
Zach shook his head, and sat up. For a moment he entirely forgot his words, as he watched the hungry sweep of Chris’ gaze devour every softly quaking inch of him. “Chris.” He swallowed; his mouth was suddenly dry. “Let me -”
“One knee on yellow, one on blue. Middle of the bed.”
“What?” Zach croaked.
Chris was already sliding his own jeans down his hips, and clumsily kicking off his unfortunate-looking shoes. He raised his brows expectantly at Zach. “We’re playing Twister, aren’t we? Now kneel. One knee on yellow, one on blue.”
The provocative look in Chris’ eye had to be one of the most devastatingly sexy things Zach had ever seen. Zach swallowed, and stared at the considerable bulge that pulsed obscenely through Chris’ thin boxers. He knew that cock would be hot and heavy in his palm, and - oh God, if he kept thinking along those lines, he’d come before anything happened.
How the hell could Chris make him feel like an utter novice, just by taking off his clothes and uttering a few orders?
But Zach nodded tightly, and did as he was told. He sat back on his heels, with his dick throbbing against the tight material of his boxers, and waited.
The mattress shifted and creaked as Chris joined him; and Zach looked on quietly, willing himself not to simply yank Chris across the bed and have his way with him. They would do everything Chris’ way this time. If being in control made him more comfortable the first time around, Zach sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
Chris mirrored Zach’s stance; resting his own knees on the dots opposite him. Leaning forward, he slung his arms loosely around Zach’s shoulders. Zach’s hips arched instinctively; his body craving the heat and friction of the body before him. But Chris laughed breathlessly and jerked his own hips away.
“Uh-uh. You want to beat me fair and square this time, don’t you? Stay on your colours, and I’ll stay on mine.”
Zach moaned in frustration and arousal, as Chris’ hands began to travel the length of his body. Wide, warm palms caressed an erratic path across his collarbone, and teased Zach’s nipples with a soft brush of knuckle. Every tantalising touch left his nerves aglow, and left Zach feeling lit up from the inside-out.
When Chris’ fingertips hooked in the waistband of his boxers, Zach bit back a growl and reached out for him. Any part of him -it didn’t matter. He had to touch Chris, and feel the gratifying slide of skin on skin, or he might simply burst.
His fingers laced behind Chris’ neck, as he jerked his hips across the frustrating gulf between them. Their knees remained on their respective colours, but their chests pressed hotly together. Zach’s tongue dove into Chris’ welcoming mouth - there was no time to savour the moment. Zach wanted to swallow him whole.
Hands grappled for flesh: Bruising, insistent drags of palm to quivering muscle. A slide of fingertips across hips - a drag of nails down a painfully peaked nipple -
And when Chris’ hand firmly cupped Zach’s aching cock, a ragged breath ripped from his lips. He could feel savage desire slam against his ribcage.
Without a second thought, Zach reached around with both hands and grabbed Chris by the ass; hauling him forward. Chris yelped in surprise, and the laugh that had bubbled in his throat was promptly swallowed by Zach’s mouth. Long, lascivious sweeps of his tongue effectively silenced any rebuttal the blonde might have had.
Their bodies were plastered together, thigh-to-thigh, with their erections straining through their barriers; grinding against each other in an erratic, uninhibited rhythm. Zach managed to rip his lips away from those succulent ones, and glanced down between them.
He whispered in awe. “Fuck me.”
Chris’ cock was so engorged, that the swollen head was peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. The man was so hard that his dick was literally bursting from its confines, out of its own volition.
“That’s the plan,” Chris murmured against Zach’s neck; his breathing ragged.
Zach reached between them and gracelessly shoved his hand into Chris’ boxers. His fingers latched around that thick cock, and his fist slid down in one languid pump.
Chris might as well have been burnt; so strong was his reaction. He keened loudly - breath stuttering in his heaving chest - as he bit down on Zach’s shoulder. Delicious pain splintered through his body; only encouraging Zach to squeeze his fist around Chris’ delectable cock.
For a long moment, all Zach could do was hold on as Chris thrust his hips into his hand; and purred unintelligible nothings into his ear.
Then Chris stopped.
Zach tilted his head, attempting to sneak a look at Chris. Instead, the blonde further nuzzled Zach’s shoulder, setting the hairs on the nape of his neck on end. Chris’ voice broke through the sound of their uneven breaths; and his voice was hoarse, as if he’d been screaming for hours.
“Left hand on yellow. Right hand on blue.”
“What?” Zach whispered.
Chris traced the shell of his ear with the tip of his hot, moist tongue. “Lean back, Zach.”
It clicked. They were still playing. Right -yes.
Zach had always admired Chris’ steel resolve and actor’s concentration. Though under the circumstances, Zach almost wished Chris would forget about the whole Twister thing, and fuck him already.
He complied, though. Zach looked over his shoulder, being careful to place his hands on the correct colours, and sat back with his long legs splayed out before him. Chris was between his knees in a flash, tugging enthusiastically at the remainder of his clothing. Zach arched his hips, eyes hooded, as he watched Chris strip him down to nothing.
Chris got up, then, and stood at the end of the bed. Zach wanted to point out that he was breaking the rules by getting off of the Twister mat, but he really didn’t have the heart, or the voice.
Chris’ restless gaze fluttered from Zach’s eyes, to the cock that bobbed lightly against his stomach. The tip of Chris’ tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and Zach’s chest shuddered on an inhaled breath. Then the blonde dropped his boxers without fanfare, and crawled along the mattress towards Zach.
Zach couldn’t take his eyes off of Chris. An atomic bomb could have dropped on his front porch, and Zach would still be glued to those wide, muscular shoulders. His gaze fell to the freckle that was like a sexy exclamation point on his chest; then back up to the moist, swollen lips, slightly parted and waiting for him.
Chris leaned over him, and their mouths met once more; with Zach humming softly as an electric shiver zinged along the arc of his spine. As Chris knelt between Zach’s legs and leaned into the kiss, their bare erections finally brushed. The incinerating heat of Chris’ cock against his own caused his balls to tighten, and his dick jolted against his stomach.
A broken moan slipped off Chris’ tongue and right into Zach’s mouth, as his hand came between them to grip his cock firmly. Zach forgot all about the kiss, his chin tipping back in abandon. Chris swirled the pad of his thumb around the dewy pre-cum glistening on his head, and expertly flicked his thumb across the tight nest of nerves below the ridge. Lightning snapped brightly under Zach’s skin, and he was hardly cognisant of the husky voice in his ear.
“Condoms.” Chris bit sharply on Zach’s chin, his fist lazily pumping his cock. “Lube. Where?”
Zach’s nails dug into the mattress; into the damned colours he couldn’t take his hands off. He’d never be able to wear blue and yellow again, without thinking of this day.
He grit between his teeth, “Nightstand.”
Without warning, Chris pressed the full length of his fevered, sculpted body across Zach. Chris clumsily reached over him to the nightstand drawer; straining against his lap and chest.
Had to touch, he had to touch him. Zach shifted to reach out for that perfect, rounded ass, when Chris sat and delivered a pinch to Zach’s shoulder.
“Ow!” Zach complained; even though the biting pain had his cock throbbing. “What was that for?”
“That was for diverting from your colours,” Chris explained with a note of exasperation.
“But I want -“
“Nope.” Chris slapped a wide-palmed hand on Zach’s chest, and pushed him back onto his hands; settling back in between his thighs once more. “Keep your hands to your colours, and I’ll do what I like.”
“Where the hell did you learn to play Twister?” Zach rasped, even as he complied once more.
Chris was already squirting a dollop of lube onto a few of his fingertips. “Where the hell did you buy Twister sheets?”
Zach was preparing to scowl and retort, when Chris placed his clean hand on the bed beside Zach’s hip, and leaned forward. A slick, warm fingertip pressed against his perineum, and effectively pushed the air right out of his lungs. Zach gasped for breath; his nails biting into his palms to keep himself for lunging forward.
Instead he loosely wrapped his legs around Chris’ waist, with his heels digging into Chris’ lower back, and tugged him forward. Chris went with the coercion, and slipped his finger into Zach’s tight opening in one long thrust. Zach gasped, his head tipping back as he gulped desperately for air. He felt a vague rumble of a chuckle vibrate in Chris’ chest, as the blonde pressed up against him, and lightly brushed his palm across his balls.
Chris’ husky voice scraped at his skin. “Am I doing all right for my first time?” He pressed up inside of Zach firmly, and slipped another digit in with ease. He began scissoring his fingers in torturously slow motions.
Zach bit down on what actually might have been a meow. He spoke between clenched teeth; the heels of his feet impatiently digging into the small of Chris’ back. “What do you think?”
Curved, lush lips pressed against his, and Zach readily devoured the smile. Chris hung back slightly, lapping at the bow of his lips; tracing the hard line of his teeth. Zach moaned and relented to the teasing swipes of tongue. When Chris finally plunged between Zach’s lips, that third and final finger spread him gently. Zach’s gasp was swallowed when Chris clamped his mouth over his.
Their cocks brushed together; rutting lightly against each other as Chris remained between his thighs, and arched his hips forward. Zach realised his arms were vibrating from the length of time he’d been supporting his weight upon them. Chris’ fingers pumped inside of him, curling and twisted in a devastatingly methodical rhythm; that effectively sent bolts of pleasure sizzling beneath Zach’s skin.
Zach broke away from Chris’ mouth; their panting breaths intertwining between their lips.
“Chris, for the love of God, I’m ready!” Zach was vaguely cognisant of writhing against Chris’ hand with his hard, unforgiving body like an animal in heat; but he was passed caring. All he wanted was the throbbing dick that rutted against his own deep inside of him.
Chris’ breathy laugh skittered across his ear like a hot, summer breeze. “You know, I love it when you get all prissy and demanding.”
Zach was about to retaliate that he’d never been prissy in his life, when Chris slid his fingers out of him. Sure, confident hands gripped his hips, and coaxed him to flip. His lover’s voice was a thick whisper.
“Your hands are going to stay on your colours, understand, Zee?”
A whimper was all Zach could manage in reply. He allowed himself to be turned; and when he moved to kneel on his hands and knees, Chris abruptly placed his searing palm between Zach’s shoulder blades and pressed down.
“Just your ass in the air -that’s right,” Chris crooned; as Zach laid his cheek on the bedspread, with his hands on either side of his head. A shiver of anticipation left his thighs and stomach in soft, shimmering tremors.
He felt a shift in the bed behind him, and a quiet tear of the condom wrapper opening. And then, oh God - the engorged head of Chris’ cock was lined up with his aching, awaiting heat. Chris’ hands latched onto Zach’s hips, and in one shallow thrust, the head of his dick invaded him.
Zach bit down on a groan, and swung his hips slightly from side to side; desperately attempting to inch that rock-hard cock further into him. He wanted everything, and he wanted it now. God, he’d waited so long to have this man. Years -years of waiting, and pining, and lusting - this was everything he desired.
“Fuck, Zach.” Chris’ strangled murmur only encouraged Zach further, as Zach undulated against him. Chris needed no coercion either; with his hands sliding from Zach’s hips to rest on the small of his back, as Chris buried his cock into Zach centre in one lithe thrust.
For a long moment, the only sound that filled the room were twin, erratic breathes. Then came the low groans, as Chris’ hips sped up; with long, deep, filling thrusts that had Zach’s pulsating cock crying out for attention. Then came the whimpers and breathy gasps; sounds that filled the space between each resounding slap of pelvis to ass.
Slap - uhn - smack - ah!
Chris was grunting with each frenzied undulation; with Zach’s hands fisted into the blanket. Every thrust spun his thoughts out of orbit; every bruising fingertip against his ass spiralled his body past pleasure, and into pure euphoria.
Screw these rules, Zach thought desperately. He blinked down at the rumpled comforter, with his eyes crossing as Chris pummelled his cock into his tight heat at an unrelenting pace. Chris’ breath came in sharp, husky huffs as his fingertips dug into Zach’s hips.
But it wasn’t enough. Zach reared up; changing the angle into something deeper, languid, and sensual. His back pressed against Chris’ sweat-slick chest, with his heart stuttering at the ravenous growl Chris released at the sudden change. Impatient hands grappled at his hips, and then fingernails dragged up his thighs; leaving red, angry grooves in his tender skin.
Zach rolled his hips in small, tight circles; with one hand reaching up and back to fist in Chris’ hair. Their bodies moved in tandem; lithe, sinuous thrusts. Arching backs, thunderous heartbeats through thin, sensitive flesh. Chris’ agile fingers encircled Zach’s cock; enflaming him with every frenzied jerk. Chris’ teeth and tongue feasted on the crook of Zach’ neck; his lover’s incomprehensible murmurs cascaded through his consciousness, and trilled down the arc of his spine.
A mounting pressure built within Zach’s core, and stretched and filled every limb; along with every simmering, seething vein in his body. Never before had he felt so consumed, with every cell so alive and vibrating with pleasure. Chris’ thick, generous cock grazed the centre of his singed nerves with every zealous thrust, bringing Zach higher; hurtling him towards the fiery zenith of perfection and divine agony.
“Chris - oh - ohmyg - I love - this - you - fuck!”
A devastating climax engulfed Zach with the ferocity of a supernova. Behind his closed eyelids, he was hurtled forward into a symphony of blinding stars. The unbridled groan that ripped from his throat went unheeded, as Chris’ own coarse cries of ecstasy rattled in his ears.
The tremors of Chris’ cock within him - the hot, cum-slick fingers wrapped around his half-hard dick - the seemingly endless wave of pleasure wracking his body. It was all too much.
Too much.
“Oh, God!” Zach’s fist tightened in Chris’ hair as he flung his head back on a loud, guttural moan -
And cracked the back of his head into Chris’ face.
It all happened so fast -Chris’ helpless yelp and angry curse, as he careened backwards and off the bed; with the thunderous thump of his body hitting the hardwood floor. Zach, too overwhelmed with the unbelievable orgasm and the sudden dizziness wavering before his vision, flopped forward; his face crushed into the bedspread.
He couldn’t move, but - oh Lord, did he want to move. See if Chris was all right. But from the knees down, Zach was essentially numb from the exquisite pleasure that had just drained from his body; and the back of his head hurt like hell. His panted into the blanket, and slapped his hands onto blue and yellow, willing himself to push his body up.
“Chris? Are you -“
“Fug you, Zag. Fug you righ’ uff the ash.”
Well, at least he was conscious?
Zach muffled a totally inappropriate laugh into the blankets. “You did.” But concern coated the humour, as he tentatively attempted to push himself up. “You okay?”
A disembodied voice muttered from a distance. Chris was clearly still lying on the floor; and if the lack of shuffling had anything to say about his state, it meant he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.
“Ish broke dish time.”
“Oh, Honey...” Zach decided crawling would be best. He shifted on the bed, wincing as his stomach slid across the inevitable wet patch on the sheet. Zach stifled another giggle - no, this was not funny; rolling on a cum-stained bed with your beautiful, broke-nose, incapacitated boyfriend sprawled on the floor.
“Luggy I luff you, or elsh I’d kick yer ash sho hard righ’ now.”
Zach stilled at the edge of the bed, and then laughed.
“Lucky I love you too, Pine. Who else would chauffeur you to the hospital, otherwise?”
Their timing had never been perfect. But it was kind of perfect, like that.
Author: lalazee
Beta: rainbowstrlght ; How do I liiiive without you(r editing)? I want to knoooow! How do I ever, ever surviiiiive?!
Series: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~10,000
Disclaimer: This may or may not have happened to someone else; but likely not Pinto.
Summary: Twister shenanigans & hijinks. You heard!
Author's Note: Um. My first Pinto? And Chris gets an owwie.
Zach didn’t bother to pretend like he hadn’t been awaiting Chris. He’d swung the door open before the blonde could even finish knocking.
It never got any easier to find those bright blue eyes peering up at him -never. A single look could knock the wind out of him, even after all this time.
Throughout the beginning of their relationship as co-stars, Zach had been able to take Chris’ golden-boy looks with a grain of salt. He had grown accustomed to being surrounded by good-looking actors -that was the world he lived in. So it had been somewhat alarming for Zach, when he found himself growing further intrigued by Chris, as the years passed.
His attention had been drawn to the curve of Chris’ lips and the vivid spark in his eye; the shadowed scar, hidden beneath dusky stubble; the contagious laugh and the expressive hands. An eloquent vocabulary, paired with schoolboy slang and California relaxation. Every subtle attraction Zach experienced had slowly pieced itself together; eventually forming a puzzle that was a solid, unmistakable love for the man who had become his best friend.
Unfortunately, his best friend had been taken, and apparently very straight - so, Zach had left it. He had almost grown accustomed to the unrequited love nestled at the back of his heart. He hadn’t fed the emotion with delusion or hope; and he’d learned to live with the vague, metallic pang he heard in the corner of his consciousness when Chris went out with his girlfriend.
However, when Chris had begun to avoid him, that - no - Zach hadn’t been strong enough to deal with that.
Zach smiled warmly. “Hi - hey. Come in.”
He pushed the door back, and allowed Chris to step inside. Butterflies circled dizzily within his stomach as Chris offered one of his secret boyish smiles, and leaned forward to place a light kiss on the corner of Zach’s mouth.
“You look nervous about something - You pregnant?”
Zach rolled his eyes, and shut the door behind him. “Yeah. How did you guess?”
Chris eyed the other’s stomach with a quirked brow. “You’re already starting to show.”
“Shut up. You’re not the baby daddy, anyway.”
The blonde feigned mortification, as he lightly slapped Zach’s shoulder with the back of his hand.
“Asshole. I don’t put out, and you go get knocked up to teach me a lesson?” He sauntered sassily towards the adjacent kitchen, and Zach followed on his heels.
True, Chris hadn’t - as he had said it - ‘put-out’ in the past weeks. But Zach hadn’t pushed it; hadn’t felt the need to. Their heated blowjobs and hand jobs had been more than satisfying; they’d been fantastic. The two of them had seemed in-tune with each other from the beginning; they’d known where to touch, and when, as if they’d been together for years.
But Zach begun to worry that Chris was in need of sex; and was simply too nervous to instigate anything. That was why he’d called him over today.
Zach didn’t reply to Chris’ silly jibe, as he watched his boyfriend open the fridge like it was his own. As Chris ducked his head inside to inspect the contents, he didn’t see Zach gripping the zipper of his hoodie; to jerk it up and down.
Chris had been spot-on moments ago. Zach was nervous. And bringing up the topic of sex only furthered his anxiety. Zach wasn’t one to second-guess himself much of the time, but he was seriously beginning to doubt how Chris was going to receive his... intentions.
They had, after all, been taking it slow. It was clear to Zach that Chris took their relationship seriously; despite his bravado and jokes. This was his boyfriend’s first relationship with a man, and Zach empathised with the difficulties and confusion that could bring in tow. Chris was taking it all extremely well.
And although a person didn’t simply wake up one morning and say ‘hey, I’m gay!’, that first relationship could still come as a serious shock to the system. Chris had been more than wonderful; he had remained himself through all these weeks. But Zach had a sneaking suspicion that his boyfriend was dealing with some issues in private; ones which he wasn’t going to force out of him. Zach wished that Chris would open up to him at least one more time since that fateful night of Twister.
Twister. Right. That reminded him.
“Speaking of putting out...”
Chris’ lips paused in an ‘oh’ above the can he’d unearthed from the fridge. A wrinkle creased his brow, as their eyes locked.
Zach inhaled a slow breath, yoga-style. “I wanted to show you something.”
The blonde set his untouched drink on the counter. “That sounds ominous -especially in conjunction with the subject of sex. You don’t have herpes, do you?”
Zach could only sputter a laugh. He knew Chris was trying to loosen him up, and it always worked. No matter how tightly wound Zach became, it was Chris - not yoga - that relaxed him at the end of the day.
“You’re a vile man, did you know that?”
“I’ve heard it said from time to time, but I had always assumed it was about some other beautiful man named Chris.”
I love you.
Zach nearly let it slide off of his lips. Nearly. It was a close one, though. He was fairly certain Chris wasn’t ready to hear that, just yet. They hadn’t even had sex, for God’s sake. And it was totally inappropriate under the circumstances.
So instead he laughed, and tugged on Chris’ wrist. The warmth of his skin set some of his jangling nerves to rest. This was Chris, after all. If his plan didn’t pan out, they could always laugh about it later. “Come on.”
“I’m coming, but I’m dubious. I may be vile, but you’re suspicious and bordering on creepy.”
“And you’re impatient.” Zach chided, as he opened the bedroom door. “Come and see.”
“What am I -” Chris paused mid-sentence, and stared at the bed.
It was a Twister mat. Well, not a mat, exactly. It was a white bedspread that had the coloured Twister spots printed atop. To Zach’s surprise, the sheet set had been remarkably easy to find online. And he’d thought hey, if they had come together over Twister -injuries notwithstanding- then maybe they could, uh, come together over this form of Twister.
Zach thought it might put Chris somewhat at ease. Humour always seemed to be the sensible way to get through to him, and make him feel comfortable.
But right now Zach was feeling distinctively uncomfortable. Chris had yet to move or speak; and he continued to stare at the bed, mouth agape.
“I just thought it would be a good laugh. So there wouldn’t be such a, you know -” Zach gestured vaguely with his hands as he received a glazed stare, “ - stigma, or seriousness surrounding the whole sex thing.”
Chris cracked a smile, and the corners of his eyes splayed in charming laugh lines. “Didn’t you think that this might traumatise me to high hell -to remind me of how you utterly emasculated me with one foul swoop of a bony knee?”
Chris was going for dramatics, now. Oh dear.
Zach’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “No -I mean. Crap. I didn’t thi -”
But he realised then that Chris was advancing on him, and their lips met with Chris’ rumbling chuckle shoved between their mouths. Zach swallowed the noise happily, and brought his hands to rest upon Chris’ wide shoulders.
He looked plaintively down at his boyfriend, whose eyes still sparkled with mirth. “Jerk. Purposely fucking with my head. Do you know how ridiculous I felt buying these sheets?”
The grin shining up at him was unrepentant. “I’ll make it up to you, then. I love them - they’re ridiculous, and I love them.”
I love you.
Zach leaned his forehead upon Chris’, and inhaled his familiar woodsy scent. “I’m glad you love them. You know what I’d love, though?”
“What?” Chris’ hands seemed to read Zach’s mind, as they fondled with the button of Zach’s jeans.
“To play Twister with you again. Only this time, with no spinner and no clothes.”
That husky laugh sent an arrow of raw desire straight through him.
Chris popped the button on Zach’s jeans, and his lips angled to search out his partner’s once more. “I like the way you think.”
They sealed the deal with a playful, exuberant kiss. Tongues lashed and curled against one another, both warring for space within in each other’s mouths. Full, supple lips drove Zach to utter distraction, as he found himself worshipping the generous curve of Chris’ top lip with his teeth and tongue.
They pulled apart for a moment, only to stare at each other with laboured breaths. Chris’ cheeks and the tip of his nose where flushed ravish-me red, with his lips swollen and parted; expectant. His eyes were dark and rapt upon Zach’s face.
Zach sucked in a sharp breath and dove for Chris. There was a frenzy to tug each other’s shirts off, hands shaking with nerves and anticipation. Chris fumbled with the zipper on Zach’s hoody.
“I’ll never understand your fucking obsession with layers.” But Chris was laughing breathlessly, as he tugged off the useless bit of clothing. When he saw that Zach wore a long-sleeved shirt beneath his thin t-shirt, he threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “You’re not a fucking vagabond! You don’t have to wear every article of clothing you own, ya know?”
“As opposed to owning a single article of clothing?” Zach hungrily eyed Chris’ clinging, white shirt.
“I would rather be wearing too little than too much.”
“Is that a hint?”
They flung themselves at each other once more. When Zach’s hands finally reached the warm, taut skin beneath Chris’ clothes, he felt something volatile rattle within him. Even as his fevered touch roved the wide plains of Chris’ chest, and tweaked a nipple roughly along his exploration; he reminded himself that this was his partner’s first time having sex with a man, and he needed to keep his ravenous lust on a tight leash.
Oh, but it was so difficult to keep in mind; when Chris was pushing him back onto the bed, and diving to tug his tight jeans over and down his hips. The brush of knuckle against his suddenly sensitive thigh had his cock twitching, and it filled with all the blood that had once kept his thoughts and sanity intact. Zach bit down on his bottom lip as Chris’ hot breath skimmed the tender flesh of his knee, on his journey down. Another vicious rattle sounded from within him.
Zach shook his head, and sat up. For a moment he entirely forgot his words, as he watched the hungry sweep of Chris’ gaze devour every softly quaking inch of him. “Chris.” He swallowed; his mouth was suddenly dry. “Let me -”
“One knee on yellow, one on blue. Middle of the bed.”
“What?” Zach croaked.
Chris was already sliding his own jeans down his hips, and clumsily kicking off his unfortunate-looking shoes. He raised his brows expectantly at Zach. “We’re playing Twister, aren’t we? Now kneel. One knee on yellow, one on blue.”
The provocative look in Chris’ eye had to be one of the most devastatingly sexy things Zach had ever seen. Zach swallowed, and stared at the considerable bulge that pulsed obscenely through Chris’ thin boxers. He knew that cock would be hot and heavy in his palm, and - oh God, if he kept thinking along those lines, he’d come before anything happened.
How the hell could Chris make him feel like an utter novice, just by taking off his clothes and uttering a few orders?
But Zach nodded tightly, and did as he was told. He sat back on his heels, with his dick throbbing against the tight material of his boxers, and waited.
The mattress shifted and creaked as Chris joined him; and Zach looked on quietly, willing himself not to simply yank Chris across the bed and have his way with him. They would do everything Chris’ way this time. If being in control made him more comfortable the first time around, Zach sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
Chris mirrored Zach’s stance; resting his own knees on the dots opposite him. Leaning forward, he slung his arms loosely around Zach’s shoulders. Zach’s hips arched instinctively; his body craving the heat and friction of the body before him. But Chris laughed breathlessly and jerked his own hips away.
“Uh-uh. You want to beat me fair and square this time, don’t you? Stay on your colours, and I’ll stay on mine.”
Zach moaned in frustration and arousal, as Chris’ hands began to travel the length of his body. Wide, warm palms caressed an erratic path across his collarbone, and teased Zach’s nipples with a soft brush of knuckle. Every tantalising touch left his nerves aglow, and left Zach feeling lit up from the inside-out.
When Chris’ fingertips hooked in the waistband of his boxers, Zach bit back a growl and reached out for him. Any part of him -it didn’t matter. He had to touch Chris, and feel the gratifying slide of skin on skin, or he might simply burst.
His fingers laced behind Chris’ neck, as he jerked his hips across the frustrating gulf between them. Their knees remained on their respective colours, but their chests pressed hotly together. Zach’s tongue dove into Chris’ welcoming mouth - there was no time to savour the moment. Zach wanted to swallow him whole.
Hands grappled for flesh: Bruising, insistent drags of palm to quivering muscle. A slide of fingertips across hips - a drag of nails down a painfully peaked nipple -
And when Chris’ hand firmly cupped Zach’s aching cock, a ragged breath ripped from his lips. He could feel savage desire slam against his ribcage.
Without a second thought, Zach reached around with both hands and grabbed Chris by the ass; hauling him forward. Chris yelped in surprise, and the laugh that had bubbled in his throat was promptly swallowed by Zach’s mouth. Long, lascivious sweeps of his tongue effectively silenced any rebuttal the blonde might have had.
Their bodies were plastered together, thigh-to-thigh, with their erections straining through their barriers; grinding against each other in an erratic, uninhibited rhythm. Zach managed to rip his lips away from those succulent ones, and glanced down between them.
He whispered in awe. “Fuck me.”
Chris’ cock was so engorged, that the swollen head was peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. The man was so hard that his dick was literally bursting from its confines, out of its own volition.
“That’s the plan,” Chris murmured against Zach’s neck; his breathing ragged.
Zach reached between them and gracelessly shoved his hand into Chris’ boxers. His fingers latched around that thick cock, and his fist slid down in one languid pump.
Chris might as well have been burnt; so strong was his reaction. He keened loudly - breath stuttering in his heaving chest - as he bit down on Zach’s shoulder. Delicious pain splintered through his body; only encouraging Zach to squeeze his fist around Chris’ delectable cock.
For a long moment, all Zach could do was hold on as Chris thrust his hips into his hand; and purred unintelligible nothings into his ear.
Then Chris stopped.
Zach tilted his head, attempting to sneak a look at Chris. Instead, the blonde further nuzzled Zach’s shoulder, setting the hairs on the nape of his neck on end. Chris’ voice broke through the sound of their uneven breaths; and his voice was hoarse, as if he’d been screaming for hours.
“Left hand on yellow. Right hand on blue.”
“What?” Zach whispered.
Chris traced the shell of his ear with the tip of his hot, moist tongue. “Lean back, Zach.”
It clicked. They were still playing. Right -yes.
Zach had always admired Chris’ steel resolve and actor’s concentration. Though under the circumstances, Zach almost wished Chris would forget about the whole Twister thing, and fuck him already.
He complied, though. Zach looked over his shoulder, being careful to place his hands on the correct colours, and sat back with his long legs splayed out before him. Chris was between his knees in a flash, tugging enthusiastically at the remainder of his clothing. Zach arched his hips, eyes hooded, as he watched Chris strip him down to nothing.
Chris got up, then, and stood at the end of the bed. Zach wanted to point out that he was breaking the rules by getting off of the Twister mat, but he really didn’t have the heart, or the voice.
Chris’ restless gaze fluttered from Zach’s eyes, to the cock that bobbed lightly against his stomach. The tip of Chris’ tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and Zach’s chest shuddered on an inhaled breath. Then the blonde dropped his boxers without fanfare, and crawled along the mattress towards Zach.
Zach couldn’t take his eyes off of Chris. An atomic bomb could have dropped on his front porch, and Zach would still be glued to those wide, muscular shoulders. His gaze fell to the freckle that was like a sexy exclamation point on his chest; then back up to the moist, swollen lips, slightly parted and waiting for him.
Chris leaned over him, and their mouths met once more; with Zach humming softly as an electric shiver zinged along the arc of his spine. As Chris knelt between Zach’s legs and leaned into the kiss, their bare erections finally brushed. The incinerating heat of Chris’ cock against his own caused his balls to tighten, and his dick jolted against his stomach.
A broken moan slipped off Chris’ tongue and right into Zach’s mouth, as his hand came between them to grip his cock firmly. Zach forgot all about the kiss, his chin tipping back in abandon. Chris swirled the pad of his thumb around the dewy pre-cum glistening on his head, and expertly flicked his thumb across the tight nest of nerves below the ridge. Lightning snapped brightly under Zach’s skin, and he was hardly cognisant of the husky voice in his ear.
“Condoms.” Chris bit sharply on Zach’s chin, his fist lazily pumping his cock. “Lube. Where?”
Zach’s nails dug into the mattress; into the damned colours he couldn’t take his hands off. He’d never be able to wear blue and yellow again, without thinking of this day.
He grit between his teeth, “Nightstand.”
Without warning, Chris pressed the full length of his fevered, sculpted body across Zach. Chris clumsily reached over him to the nightstand drawer; straining against his lap and chest.
Had to touch, he had to touch him. Zach shifted to reach out for that perfect, rounded ass, when Chris sat and delivered a pinch to Zach’s shoulder.
“Ow!” Zach complained; even though the biting pain had his cock throbbing. “What was that for?”
“That was for diverting from your colours,” Chris explained with a note of exasperation.
“But I want -“
“Nope.” Chris slapped a wide-palmed hand on Zach’s chest, and pushed him back onto his hands; settling back in between his thighs once more. “Keep your hands to your colours, and I’ll do what I like.”
“Where the hell did you learn to play Twister?” Zach rasped, even as he complied once more.
Chris was already squirting a dollop of lube onto a few of his fingertips. “Where the hell did you buy Twister sheets?”
Zach was preparing to scowl and retort, when Chris placed his clean hand on the bed beside Zach’s hip, and leaned forward. A slick, warm fingertip pressed against his perineum, and effectively pushed the air right out of his lungs. Zach gasped for breath; his nails biting into his palms to keep himself for lunging forward.
Instead he loosely wrapped his legs around Chris’ waist, with his heels digging into Chris’ lower back, and tugged him forward. Chris went with the coercion, and slipped his finger into Zach’s tight opening in one long thrust. Zach gasped, his head tipping back as he gulped desperately for air. He felt a vague rumble of a chuckle vibrate in Chris’ chest, as the blonde pressed up against him, and lightly brushed his palm across his balls.
Chris’ husky voice scraped at his skin. “Am I doing all right for my first time?” He pressed up inside of Zach firmly, and slipped another digit in with ease. He began scissoring his fingers in torturously slow motions.
Zach bit down on what actually might have been a meow. He spoke between clenched teeth; the heels of his feet impatiently digging into the small of Chris’ back. “What do you think?”
Curved, lush lips pressed against his, and Zach readily devoured the smile. Chris hung back slightly, lapping at the bow of his lips; tracing the hard line of his teeth. Zach moaned and relented to the teasing swipes of tongue. When Chris finally plunged between Zach’s lips, that third and final finger spread him gently. Zach’s gasp was swallowed when Chris clamped his mouth over his.
Their cocks brushed together; rutting lightly against each other as Chris remained between his thighs, and arched his hips forward. Zach realised his arms were vibrating from the length of time he’d been supporting his weight upon them. Chris’ fingers pumped inside of him, curling and twisted in a devastatingly methodical rhythm; that effectively sent bolts of pleasure sizzling beneath Zach’s skin.
Zach broke away from Chris’ mouth; their panting breaths intertwining between their lips.
“Chris, for the love of God, I’m ready!” Zach was vaguely cognisant of writhing against Chris’ hand with his hard, unforgiving body like an animal in heat; but he was passed caring. All he wanted was the throbbing dick that rutted against his own deep inside of him.
Chris’ breathy laugh skittered across his ear like a hot, summer breeze. “You know, I love it when you get all prissy and demanding.”
Zach was about to retaliate that he’d never been prissy in his life, when Chris slid his fingers out of him. Sure, confident hands gripped his hips, and coaxed him to flip. His lover’s voice was a thick whisper.
“Your hands are going to stay on your colours, understand, Zee?”
A whimper was all Zach could manage in reply. He allowed himself to be turned; and when he moved to kneel on his hands and knees, Chris abruptly placed his searing palm between Zach’s shoulder blades and pressed down.
“Just your ass in the air -that’s right,” Chris crooned; as Zach laid his cheek on the bedspread, with his hands on either side of his head. A shiver of anticipation left his thighs and stomach in soft, shimmering tremors.
He felt a shift in the bed behind him, and a quiet tear of the condom wrapper opening. And then, oh God - the engorged head of Chris’ cock was lined up with his aching, awaiting heat. Chris’ hands latched onto Zach’s hips, and in one shallow thrust, the head of his dick invaded him.
Zach bit down on a groan, and swung his hips slightly from side to side; desperately attempting to inch that rock-hard cock further into him. He wanted everything, and he wanted it now. God, he’d waited so long to have this man. Years -years of waiting, and pining, and lusting - this was everything he desired.
“Fuck, Zach.” Chris’ strangled murmur only encouraged Zach further, as Zach undulated against him. Chris needed no coercion either; with his hands sliding from Zach’s hips to rest on the small of his back, as Chris buried his cock into Zach centre in one lithe thrust.
For a long moment, the only sound that filled the room were twin, erratic breathes. Then came the low groans, as Chris’ hips sped up; with long, deep, filling thrusts that had Zach’s pulsating cock crying out for attention. Then came the whimpers and breathy gasps; sounds that filled the space between each resounding slap of pelvis to ass.
Slap - uhn - smack - ah!
Chris was grunting with each frenzied undulation; with Zach’s hands fisted into the blanket. Every thrust spun his thoughts out of orbit; every bruising fingertip against his ass spiralled his body past pleasure, and into pure euphoria.
Screw these rules, Zach thought desperately. He blinked down at the rumpled comforter, with his eyes crossing as Chris pummelled his cock into his tight heat at an unrelenting pace. Chris’ breath came in sharp, husky huffs as his fingertips dug into Zach’s hips.
But it wasn’t enough. Zach reared up; changing the angle into something deeper, languid, and sensual. His back pressed against Chris’ sweat-slick chest, with his heart stuttering at the ravenous growl Chris released at the sudden change. Impatient hands grappled at his hips, and then fingernails dragged up his thighs; leaving red, angry grooves in his tender skin.
Zach rolled his hips in small, tight circles; with one hand reaching up and back to fist in Chris’ hair. Their bodies moved in tandem; lithe, sinuous thrusts. Arching backs, thunderous heartbeats through thin, sensitive flesh. Chris’ agile fingers encircled Zach’s cock; enflaming him with every frenzied jerk. Chris’ teeth and tongue feasted on the crook of Zach’ neck; his lover’s incomprehensible murmurs cascaded through his consciousness, and trilled down the arc of his spine.
A mounting pressure built within Zach’s core, and stretched and filled every limb; along with every simmering, seething vein in his body. Never before had he felt so consumed, with every cell so alive and vibrating with pleasure. Chris’ thick, generous cock grazed the centre of his singed nerves with every zealous thrust, bringing Zach higher; hurtling him towards the fiery zenith of perfection and divine agony.
“Chris - oh - ohmyg - I love - this - you - fuck!”
A devastating climax engulfed Zach with the ferocity of a supernova. Behind his closed eyelids, he was hurtled forward into a symphony of blinding stars. The unbridled groan that ripped from his throat went unheeded, as Chris’ own coarse cries of ecstasy rattled in his ears.
The tremors of Chris’ cock within him - the hot, cum-slick fingers wrapped around his half-hard dick - the seemingly endless wave of pleasure wracking his body. It was all too much.
Too much.
“Oh, God!” Zach’s fist tightened in Chris’ hair as he flung his head back on a loud, guttural moan -
And cracked the back of his head into Chris’ face.
It all happened so fast -Chris’ helpless yelp and angry curse, as he careened backwards and off the bed; with the thunderous thump of his body hitting the hardwood floor. Zach, too overwhelmed with the unbelievable orgasm and the sudden dizziness wavering before his vision, flopped forward; his face crushed into the bedspread.
He couldn’t move, but - oh Lord, did he want to move. See if Chris was all right. But from the knees down, Zach was essentially numb from the exquisite pleasure that had just drained from his body; and the back of his head hurt like hell. His panted into the blanket, and slapped his hands onto blue and yellow, willing himself to push his body up.
“Chris? Are you -“
“Fug you, Zag. Fug you righ’ uff the ash.”
Well, at least he was conscious?
Zach muffled a totally inappropriate laugh into the blankets. “You did.” But concern coated the humour, as he tentatively attempted to push himself up. “You okay?”
A disembodied voice muttered from a distance. Chris was clearly still lying on the floor; and if the lack of shuffling had anything to say about his state, it meant he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.
“Ish broke dish time.”
“Oh, Honey...” Zach decided crawling would be best. He shifted on the bed, wincing as his stomach slid across the inevitable wet patch on the sheet. Zach stifled another giggle - no, this was not funny; rolling on a cum-stained bed with your beautiful, broke-nose, incapacitated boyfriend sprawled on the floor.
“Luggy I luff you, or elsh I’d kick yer ash sho hard righ’ now.”
Zach stilled at the edge of the bed, and then laughed.
“Lucky I love you too, Pine. Who else would chauffeur you to the hospital, otherwise?”
Their timing had never been perfect. But it was kind of perfect, like that.