Thank God for Plaid
Title: Thank God for Plaid
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild bondage
Summary: Pink plush handcuffs, a bed and cold delicacies/treats
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 6056
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: We know Zach probably didn't have any time to come back to LA before his play starts, but let's imagine he had.
Chris knew he had been climbing a ladder, though he didn't know where it had lead or why he'd been climbing it. Only that there had been snow and some weird looking small houses around, so everything must have been a dream. One of those chaotic, funny and weird nonsense dreams that you couldn't completely remember when you woke up. Though it must have been a pretty vivid one as his arms were still lifted high above his head, and, still half-asleep but slowly coming to, he chuckled softly at the image of himself making climbing motions in his sleep, and even more at the possibility of Zach having seen it. He opened his eyes the same second he lowered his hands. Or tried to, because oddly he couldn't move them. His first thought was that he was still dreaming, his second that he must have been lying in such a uncomfortable position that his arms had fallen asleep. But when he blinked a couple of times, the outlines of furniture, curtains and pictures in the bedroom becoming clearer, illuminated only by faint early morning light coming through a gap in the curtains, he was pretty sure he was awake. Just why the hell could he not move-
Oh God. That son of a bitch.
When his eyes drifted up to the iron headboard of the bed he could see what was causing the restriction: handcuffs. The same handcuffs covered in pink plush that he had gotten as a birthday present many years ago... as a joke; and the same handcuffs he had told Zach about and said they could use them some time... not really as a joke but also not quite as a prompt to tie him to the bed without asking him first. Though the whole thing was, at least for a split-second... and maybe even more, kind of hot.
"Zach?" Chris called, not able to see his boyfriend anywhere in the room. He pulled at the handcuffs slightly but of course they were properly fixed and he was unable to remove them by himself. "Zach?? Where the hell are you? You know, this isn't really funny!" he called loudly, his tone maybe a bit more reproachful than he actually meant it. "Come here already!! Zach!?"
The door opened slowly and there stood the perpetrator. Clad only in black jockey shorts and a crumpled white T-shirt, Zach leaned against the door frame and lazily lifted one foot to scratch the back of his calf. His hair was slowly growing back from the - in Chris’ view - slightly extreme buzz cut he’d had done a couple of weeks ago and though there was a shadow of a smile on his face the spiky locks added to the beard growth on his face and neck added to the low browed look that Chris could just about make out in the dim light only served to make him look like one menacing fucker.
"Uh huh?" came the slow lazy drawl as Zach sipped from the mug in his hand - the faint smell of coffee reaching Chris on the bed.
For a few seconds Chris just stared at him. Then he blinked and nodded his head upwards where the chain between the handcuffs was rattling against the iron bars of the bed. "Well?? Are you gonna do something or not?"
"Well… I’m drinking my coffee."
"Uh... yeah. I can see that." Chris replied, incredulously, wondering what the hell Zach's scheme was. "So?"
"So… I’m drinking my coffee," came the infuriating reply as Zach’s brows rose slightly as though he was having trouble understanding why the man on the bed was talking so much.
Chris was slowly starting to lose his patience. He pulled against the handcuffs again only to feel that the plush wasn't really thick and soft enough to completely prevent any friction... when someone frantically tried to pull them off. "Well, yeah, I can still see that, but..." Chris started, trying to think of ways to form his question as explicitly and unmistakably for Zach to give a precise and hopefully satisfying answer. "Are you planning to do anything else than drink your coffee or will you just let me lie here tied up all day?"
Another sip of coffee. Another low browed look - almost a caress of those dark eyes as they stared at him.
"I guess at some point I’ll get dressed. Maybe have another coffee… maybe take Noah for a walk," Zach replied quietly, the words accompanied by a non-committal shrug. "As for you… well not much you can do about things either way, is there?"
Chris really didn't know what to reply, or even what to think. He was still a little sleepy - though slowly feeling the effects of adrenaline in his body - and just too surprised by all of this to make any sense of it. "Ugh," he just let out, slightly frustrated. "You know, this really isn't funny." And strangely enough, Chris had to chuckle softly as he spoke because, in fact, it was a little funny. And he knew Zach wouldn't really do something Chris really didn't want. Or would he? Nah.
"What if I have to piss?"
Zach raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand. Barely held by his first two fingers Chris could see a shape… something that he couldn’t quite make out - a bowl? "Then you yell and I’ll bring you this. Do you need one right now?"
"Oh come on, that's ridiculous!" Chris replied, now really getting slightly annoyed. "I won't piss into a bowl. Are you nuts? You know, I think people always say you have to discuss rules and limits and safe words first before you do something like this. And me pissing into a bowl absolutely goes beyond the limit," he huffed, wondering why exactly he was getting so worked up about this when he didn't have to piss any time soon.
Zach pushed himself away from the door frame and moved closer to the bed, standing just within touching distance - that was, within touching distance only if Chris had full use of his hands. He looked down at him and gently placed the bowl onto the night stand next to him. Coffee mug still in hand he grinned; a predatory, toothy - mean as fuck - grin.
"Nuts, huh? Okay - Princess… pick a safe word then if you think you’re gonna be too scared."
Great, why the hell could he now not think of anything? And why the hell did Zach call him princess? That evil son of a bitch, he was so gonna pay for this!
"Plaid," was the first thing that that came to mind when his eyes spotted the shirt he had worn last night, draped over the chair by the window. And at least it seemed to remotely make 'sense' as a safe word. "That's my safe word. Plaid. And you know, you could have asked me if I was up for this first."
"Plaid?" The word was repeated, and Zach only slightly choked on it. At least Chris could have sworn he heard some humor in the man’s voice. Because otherwise…
"And by providing a safe word you hereby give your consent, Princess, so why waste your energy on 'could haves'?"
It did make sense, but that still didn't have to mean Chris had to like it. He let out a grumbled sound and tried to move up on the bed a bit to find a position that was more comfortable and less straining for his shoulders, but he could already tell that he'd lose feeling in his arms at some point. Why couldn't those stupid handcuffs have a longer chain?
"Okay then," he said, huffing slightly. "But no walking the dog and leaving me here like this. There could be a fire or tornado or I dunno and I'd not even be able to call someone." Okay, that sounded more than unlikely but Chris was determined to at least make Zach feel a little guilty.
One eyebrow rose slowly again as Zach appeared to consider this though he looked anything but guilty. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and blew on the coffee mug before taking a mouthful. As he moved his arm, the T-shirt lifted revealing a larger than usual bulge in his briefs. The bastard was getting off on this?
"'k… Tornadoes are, of course, highly likely in these here parts Dorothy, so agreed. And fuck, this coffee’s damn hot y'know," he drawled as he took another sip, rolling it around in his mouth before Chris saw him swallow.
And God, was Chris craving some coffee of his own now! But he'd be damned if he started begging for it. "Fuck you," he just growled instead, trying to let as much of his pissed off attitude show for as long as it lasted... because somehow a part of him was fearing (or hoping?) he might actually enjoy whatever was to come. Whenever it was to come. Damn, if Zach would only finally do something!
The attitude just seemed to amuse Zach though, as all he did was chuckle lightly at first as he looked down at him. Zach leaned forwards until his face was only inches above his own. He must have just taken another mouthful of coffee as he swallowed before speaking, the bitterness of the beans curling up Chris’ nose.
"Now now, Princess. That kind of talk won’t get you any treats like this," came the quiet whisper before Zach’s head lowered to his chest and Chris felt a hot…just-brewed-coffee-hot tongue flicker and press against his nipple.
Involuntarily, a hissed sigh came over his lips and he pressed his head back into the pillow, chest arching slightly against the contact. "Stop calling me princess, you evil bastard," he complained nevertheless, feeling tingles run down his spine and to his groin.
The touch cooled slightly as Zach’s mouth chilled from the heat of the coffee, and then further again as the lips left his skin and a light breath tickled the sensitive area.
"Evil bastard?" Chris felt the breathy chuckle as well as heard it as Zach tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. "If you think this is evil, I guess I’d better leave now then." And with that Zach stood up, smirked at him and wiggled his eyebrows - and for a second Chris thought he was just going to step away from the bed… or just further away. And he kept thinking that right until the bedroom door shut behind him with an almost final sounding ‘click’.
"Hey wait a min!" He shouted. "Zach, wait. Come back here, okay?" But there was no reply, no sound of the door opening again as Chris let his head sink back into the pillow.
"Oh fucking great. Thanks, asshole," he mumbled as he was lying there, mostly immobile and - even though he hated to admit it - quite hot and bothered with no idea when or how Zach was planning to do something about it.
He made a mental note that next time when he suggested something new and unusual he'd be more specific about the details.
Two minutes turned into five, turned into ten… fifteen…
Just as he was about to launch into a new round of yelling, that might have included that ridiculous safe word just from sheer frustration, the door opened again.
"Calmed down and ready to behave?" Zach asked calmly, a look of curiosity on his face as though he’d been watching a small child have a tantrum. He stood just inside the room with one hand behind his back.
"Oh God, you're not gonna spank me or something, are you?" Chris asked in slight horror. Thinking about it, they never had discussed any unusual kinks and it was pretty damn possible his boyfriend was into a lot of things he didn't know about. "Dude, seriously, I'm not really into the whole sub-dom thing, so..." Oh God, what if Zach really was and what Chris had just said somehow hurt or disappointed him?
And why did he always have to think of worst case scenarios anyway?
"You're not, are you? Gonna spank me?"
The laugh began as a low rumble before Zach tipped his head back. His shoulders and chest shook with the laughter as he bent forwards, trying to slow his breathing down.
"Fuck… oh shit - the look on your face!"
Zach wiped a hand across his face, and though the feral-like grin was still plastered over his features it looked more ‘normal’ than it had since Chris had woken up.
"No. I’m not going to… spank you," he answered, the last words choked off as another bout of laughter shook him before he got control of himself. He walked towards the bed and, straddling Chris, knelt on the mattress at the bottom, resting his ass against Chris’ feet and put a small metal bowl on the covers by his knee.
Chris felt slightly ridiculous now, and he let out an exasperated groan, closing his eyes for a moment.
"What's that?" he asked then, lifting his head but failing to see the contents of the bowl. "Something to eat?" For now, he decided to expect things that were a bit more likely first before he started to panic again. Not that he really had been panicking because thank God for plaid.
"Something for me to eat… or not…" Zach replied cryptically as he adjusted his position over his feet and lower legs, now in fact pinning Chris to the bed. He poked a finger into the bowl and Chris could hear the contents rattling against the metal. Rattling? What the hell rattles?
"So… you okay? Not gonna be calling on the great gods of plaid any time soon? You gonna let me do whatever I want… apart from spanking?" Zach asked as he removed his finger from the bowl and placed it into his mouth, slowly withdrawing it between pursed lips as he looked down.
"Um, well, that depends," Chris answered, but at the same time felt a tingling going straight to his groin again where he started to feel his cock twitch against the fabric of his boxers. "But... yes?" He added, feeling his throat getting slightly dry. Jesus, how much he wanted Zach to touch him right now.
Nodding almost to himself, Zach’s eyes had automatically moved to his groin and the corner of his mouth curled upwards as he licked his lips. His hand returned to the bowl and withdrew a slick, clear cube… ice. A thin sheen of condensation had appeared on the outside surface of the metal, an occasional bead of liquid forming before rolling down the concave shape towards the covers.
Lifting his eyes to his face Zach held his gaze, dark eyes narrowing as he popped the ice cube into his mouth without saying a word, holding it briefly between his teeth, a flash of tongue barely seen before his lips closed around it. His cheek bulged on one side for a second before both hollowed as he sucked on the frozen cube. Then Chris could hear a loud crunching noise as Zach lifted his weight from his legs and leaned over him.
As he lowered his head, Chris saw Zach finish chewing and swallow just as his mouth opened and the flat of his tongue circled his nipple slowly.
Chris hissed as he felt the coolness on his warm skin, a stark contrast to the warmth he had felt earlier, and it took only a few seconds for goosebumps to appear on his entire body, the fine hairs on his arms standing up as he felt his nipple hardening quickly beneath the touch. Okay, if things were going to continue like this from here on maybe this whole being tied up thing wasn't all that bad. Not bad at all. Though he had the slightly alarming suspicion that Zach would do anything he could think of to wind Chris up tight as a watch spring before he'd grant him any form of release. The thought made him get even harder.
A vibrating hum reverberated across his chest as the tongue slid across to his other nipple leaving a cool and hot trail that tingled as it evaporated. This time, as well as the tongue which wasn’t as cold as it had been seconds ago, there was a gentle grazing of teeth before Zach’s mouth covered the nipple entirely. Chris heard the rattle from the bowl as Zach’s hands attempted to catch a second cube, and as his nipple was released with a quiet popping noise he watched as the cube was held between thumb and forefinger as it was suckled.
"You know, I'm not sure eating that many ice cubes is good for your stomach," Chris said dumbly, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, though, as his breathing quickened.
No verbal response was forthcoming, though there was a smirk and a wiggle of a solitary eyebrow as Zach removed the ice cube from his mouth. It was covered in a thin film of melted water that slowly slid down his thumb as he hovered over Chris.
Shuffling backwards slowly, Zach held the melting cube about four inches above Chris' stomach and raised his gaze quickly before leaning close to his hand and huffing out a breath. Obviously a warm breath as the cube melted a little more - a small tear of liquid forming on its lower side. A droplet that trembled slightly but stayed attached to the cube until Zach grinned and breathed onto it again. And then Chris watched as the droplet fell - almost in slow motion - onto his stomach, just above his belly button
He half winced, half sighed as he felt the cool drop run down the side of his stomach, making him shiver, even more so when he thought what else Zach could be doing with the ice cube, but it wasn't purely from the sensation of coldness.
A second drop followed, then a third - all following a similar path off his body before he watched Zach’s grin grow wider - still toothy and feral-like - before hand, ice and face lowered themselves to his stomach.
The contrasting sensation of cold ice and warm tongue caused Chris to groan out loud, even more so as Zach lowered his weight onto him, pressing against his cock through the fabric of his boxers. He couldn’t see much apart from the top of Zach’s head but felt every second of ice cold that was followed closely by heat as mouth - lips and tongue - chased the slow teasing movement of the still melting ice cube over his skin. Around and in his belly button, and then lower down the strip of coarse hair to his waistband. And then there was only cool breath and the memory of the coldness which disappeared as the cube finally melted.
He heard a low growl against his abdomen as Zach rubbed his face against the fabric of his underwear, almost but not quite on his cock. Fingers hooked under the elasticized waistband and pulled the clothing down his legs before Zach threw them over his shoulder and on to the floor.
The bowl rattled again as Zach’s hand moved through the remaining ice finally pulling out a smaller piece rather than a full cube. He slipped it onto his tongue, which he kept at the front of his open mouth as he lowered his head. Suddenly Chris felt a sting of cold against his cock as Zach slid his tongue - and ice shard - over the length, holding his hips down with a firm grip.
"Oh fuck!" Chris moaned, breath leaving his lips in a low shudder at the utterly unusual feeling. Zach's tongue on his cock alone was something that made him lose all coherent thought and speech, but with the combined sensation of coldness, slightly unpleasant and extremely hot at the same time, he was momentarily overwhelmed, not knowing which aspect of the feeling he should or even could concentrate on first. "That's... uuhhg... it's cold," he almost whimpered.
He saw Zach roll his eyes and though he didn't say anything - his mouth being busy after all - the look spoke volumes. Currently volumes about how the ice would obviously be cold, and that Zach would also have been aware of that fact. After all, the ice was in his mouth, on his tongue... the very same tongue that had now moved lower onto Chris' balls. As the tongue curled and flickered, a residual iciness spread across his skin before it disappeared. Zach suckled on one side for a moment before Chris heard the ice in the bowl rattle again.
"You too cold yet?" came a low murmur from between his legs, just as an icy wetness moved over his stomach and down his thigh.
His body betrayed him with uncontrolled winces as he shook his head and murmured: "No." He was cold, and the sensation was slightly unpleasant, but at the same time in an almost perverse way extremely arousing. "Shit, yes," he then said, almost stuttered before he swallowed and tried to catch his breath. "I mean, it's cold, but not too cold."
As the warm tongue lapped at the trail of cold water left by the melting cube, Zach's head nodded. "It's like having a Chris flavored popsicle," he chuckled, alternating between pressing his lips onto skin and suckling on the ice cube. Lowering himself further between Chris' legs he pushed them apart with both hands, the ice cube gripped by his teeth as he looked up mischievously and then grinned. He sucked the ice cube into his mouth as he lowered his head and the next thing Chris was aware of was the return of the hot and cold sensations - mostly freezing cold - moving up and down the shaft of his cock. The cold seemed continual until it moved... intense first in one area and then another and Chris realised that Zach must be using his tongue to push the half melted ice cube around his cock, even as his lips held him inside his mouth.
"Oh shit, that's... ugh... ahh!" He really had no words for it. The coldness was slightly numbing the sensitivity but at the same time the friction the hard and edged cube was creating, the contrast between warm mouth and cold ice was so unique that it made him lose his mind already. He rocked his hips towards Zach's mouth, the only movement he was able to create since his arms were still tightly restrained, and he fought the urge to pull on the chain in a futile attempt to make it rip because he so desperately wanted to run his fingers through Zach's short hair, touch something on his own, but that was not going to happen.
"Fuuuuck," he let out a long, low moan and bit his bottom lip to stifle a yelp as he felt the ice on the head of his cock, making him shiver and shudder for several reasons. Damn, he was close. Only two, three more strokes and swirls of that amazing tongue and he'd explode.
But they didn't come... and damnit - neither did he, as with a wet sucking sound Zach lifted his head from his cock. He was breathing heavier but as he looked up through low brows there was a mean as hell expression on his face and he chewed noisily on the ice that remained in his mouth. Leaning on hands that pressed onto the mattress beside Chris - close but not touching - Zach crawled up the bed, careful not to let any part of his self touch Chris apart from his legs. Barely inches above him, he dipped his head slightly and flicked his tongue over the end of his nose, planting a light kiss before holding himself away again.
"Uuhh," Chris panted and was this short to begging, begging to be touched or fucked or anything that would let him get release. But chained to a bed or not, he had some dignity left, didn't he? Apparently his body didn't agree with him because his hips jerked upwards as he tried to rub himself against his boyfriend though the barely-there friction hardly provided the desired effect. "Why did you stop? I wasn't there yet!"
That damn eyebrow shot up again, and Chris made a mental note to shave the fucker off next time Zach was asleep, just so he couldn't taunt him with it any more.
"Oh dear," came the reply - along with a patronising tone and a pout. A big, fucking baby pout with wide brown eyes that Chris felt he would gladly poke out right now - if he only had control of his hands. "Aren't you forgetting something here, Princess?"
"Stop calling me princess you... evil ice queen!" Ha! Perfect comeback. Chris would pat his own shoulder if he had a fucking hand free! And what the hell was he forgetting?
Zach lowered his face again and Chris could almost taste his breath as he spoke. "If you keep talking like that Princess I can always go walk Noah." Lips barely touched his and though Zach moved his head back every time Chris strained towards him, he always returned so that their mouths brushed as he spoke. "Now... tell me what you want."
Right now, all Chris wanted was to tell Zach how much of an evil bastard he was being - and probably use even more colorful language for it - though something told him that it probably wasn't the best moment to tempt fate. It was hard to tell whether Zach would actually be that cruel to leave him here all hot and needy and take his dog for a walk... which would last at least thirty minutes, if not longer. Thirty minutes in which Chris would be yearning to be touched... or maybe start to itch somewhere and not be able to scratch himself (unless he managed to do so with his toes), or maybe really need to pee and -
He sighed and tried to glare up at his apparently quite sadistic boyfriend. "Fine," he said and then tried a bit more submissively: "Make me come. Please?"
"Sorry, I don't think I quite heard that," came the fucking infuriating response, though this time Zach dipped his body and rubbed himself against Chris' cock. The touch lasted no more than a second - maybe a second and a half, but Chris was sure that in that instant he'd seen Zach's eyelids twitch and lip curl. However his face went blank again as he stared down. "Care to repeat?"
"Please make me come. Please!" He now really begged, and even the glare on his features must have looked no more than half-hearted, probably more of a frown and a pout on trembling lips.
A smile - an actual smile and not a leering toothy grin - spread across Zach's mouth as he gently kissed Chris. A soft, practically closed mouth touch - but normal. "Thank you... that's all I needed to hear," he whispered hoarsely as he sat up on Chris' thighs and almost tore his own clothing off, a look of intense hunger in his eyes now. Moving over his body again, Zach reached onto the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube and Chris could have sworn he saw the hand tremble as it applied a liberal amount to Zach's erection. He'd needed no touch to encourage it and Chris realized that he'd obviously been hard since this all began.
Face settling directly above his own he felt a firm grip on his leg, lifting it upwards and behind Zach who then moved his hand between their bodies and then...
"Shiiiit!" He had felt this so many times before, at first combined with an undeniable but not unbearable amount of pain - and a small portion of it was still present every time they fucked; and later with a sense of familiarity and powerful, amazing pleasure. But still, every time he felt Zach's cock enter him it overwhelmed him a little, made him lose control for those short seconds, made him forget everything going on around them, be it worry or anger or annoyance. In that moment, this was all he felt. Being penetrated and stretched and claimed. And every time it happened he thought for these first short moments it would almost be enough to make him come.
There was no finesse to Zach's movements, no subtlety and little control as he moved his hips to push deeper inside him, holding his weight up by one hand as the other gripped Chris' aching cock. As he fucked him and twisted his hand Zach's eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted, muffling the moans that he could no longer contain. "Fuck, Chris... Oh fuck..." he gasped, his mouth falling open as he leaned closer, forehead almost resting on Chris' own.
The gasping, groaning sounds increased in volume as Zach's thrusts increased in pressure and speed. Chris could feel, could taste every breath that was hissed out, could feel his own breath being sucked into Zach's mouth with every harsh inhalation until Zach's eyes suddenly opened wide and his body twitched and juddered sharply.
Seeing Zach come, feeling him lose control was something so hot that Chris didn't know if there could ever be anyone or anything better, but despite all of this the first thing he could think of was: 'That fucking, evil, selfish bastard!' - a second before he felt the muscles in his own body tighten as Zach's hand twisted around his cock once more, his dick still buried deep in Chris' ass and - Jesus F. Christ, he was coming hard. So hard in fact that he wouldn't have been surprised to taste blood as he bit his bottom lip to stifle the hollering scream that threatened to come over his lips. His whole body tensed almost unbearably, back arching, legs clenching and his heartbeat going so fast that it almost felt like his chest would burst from the sheer pressure inside.
Lips caressed his cheeks, roaming erratically over his face before they finally found his own and a tongue forced its way into his mouth. The kiss was unfocussed and sloppy just like the movement of the hand on his cock, still holding him even as he softened, as he felt Zach slowly withdraw, his body weight falling onto Chris. As his senses slowly returned to normal he was aware of a quiet whispering against his mouth.
"Sorry... I... shit... I tried to... couldn't... wait. Thank... you."
"Thank you?" he tried to ask sarcastically while his lips returned the soft kisses with the same amount of affection, though equally unfocussed as his own breathing was still released in panted groans. "It's not like I could do anything!" To prove his point he pulled on the handcuffs again, causing the chain to rattle against the iron of the headboard. God, how he wished to touch Zach now, wrap his arms around him, caress his cheek and shoulders and back.
Zach's eyes flickered between the cuffs and his face and an almost guilty look crossed his face.
"Uhh... shit. I have a confession to make, Chris."
"What?" Chris asked, eyes shooting open and panic rising in his chest.
He felt the laughter before he heard it. "Your fucking face... Oh god, part of me wants to leave you in these so much."
Zach rolled off him and stretched towards the nightstand, cursing as his fingers knocked items onto the floor before he turned back towards Chris - a small metallic key held between his thumb and forefinger.
"Do you promise not to smack me when I undo these?"
His first impulse was to reply: 'No chance in hell', especially after he had nearly shit himself at the possibility that Zach had lost the key and they would have to call a locksmith - they would probably have to make up a hell of a story to explain how Chris got in this unfortunate situation without revealing that he and Star Trek co-star Zachary Quinto were doing dirty sex games in Zach's house. But as earlier he rather didn't want to run the risk of really being tied up here all day.
"You're a jerk... but I promise," he finally replied and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Zach reached over his head and unlocked one of the cuffs, letting Chris lower that arm first before he opened the second one. He rubbed the arm nearest to him with one hand whilst returning the key to the nightstand.
"I may be a jerk, but you were wonderful," Zach chuckled as he continued to massage his arm muscles, stretching one leg over both of Chris'.
Only when he was able to move his arms again Chris realized how much they hurt, especially his shoulder joints that felt like falling off if he even so much as lowered his arms below what he could only describe as 'the Jesus position'. "Ugh, I can't move my arms," he moaned and tried to fight against the slightly numb feeling, rolling his shoulders a little. So much for wrapping his arms around Zach.
"And you were evil, you know that?"
"Were evil? As in not now? And I can't have been that evil - the gods of plaid were never called upon," Zach replied with a slight good natured teasing tone in his voice as he slipped an arm under Chris' shoulders and pulled him closer, the fingers of his other hand continuing to press gently into the sore muscles.
Chris didn't know whether to laugh or frown. As much as he liked the few - okay many - plaid patterned clothing items he possessed it had been a rather silly thing to pick as safe word, especially considering the amount of times Zach had been teasing him about it and telling him how uncool it was. That idiot! He had a few plaid shirts of his own in his closet. It came out as a low chuckle in the end, probably accompanied by a blush as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "Fine. You are evil. Satisfied?" And finally he was able to move his arm and lift his hand to touch Zach's face, fingertips running over his cheek and down his neck and shoulder.
"Satisfied. Oh yeah. More ways than one," came the contented sounding reply as Zach leaned in to kiss him, teasing his mouth with his tongue before pulling away again. "You know I love you, right? I love you 'cause you let me be evil... I love you 'cause you're fucking awesome."
Chris couldn't help the huge grin from spreading on his features, though he was feeling slightly mischievous himself. "Yeah, I know," he said and, ignoring the still unpleasant feeling in his arm, he smacked Zach's butt.
"Hey!" Zach yelped, though there was a matching grin on his face. "You were the one complaining we'd become 'middle-aged' in bed. You brought this on yourself... Princess."
"Uh huh, I know... ice queen" Chris admitted as his fingers drew small patterns over Zach's back, before he lifted his head and kissed his boyfriend with all the tenderness and - yes, love he was feeling for Zach as well.
"But you know this means revenge."
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild bondage
Summary: Pink plush handcuffs, a bed and cold delicacies/treats
Disclaimer: We do not own the actors, unfortunately. Not even as pets.
Word Count: 6056
Authors: petbubble and leandralocke
Authors' notes: We know Zach probably didn't have any time to come back to LA before his play starts, but let's imagine he had.
Chris knew he had been climbing a ladder, though he didn't know where it had lead or why he'd been climbing it. Only that there had been snow and some weird looking small houses around, so everything must have been a dream. One of those chaotic, funny and weird nonsense dreams that you couldn't completely remember when you woke up. Though it must have been a pretty vivid one as his arms were still lifted high above his head, and, still half-asleep but slowly coming to, he chuckled softly at the image of himself making climbing motions in his sleep, and even more at the possibility of Zach having seen it. He opened his eyes the same second he lowered his hands. Or tried to, because oddly he couldn't move them. His first thought was that he was still dreaming, his second that he must have been lying in such a uncomfortable position that his arms had fallen asleep. But when he blinked a couple of times, the outlines of furniture, curtains and pictures in the bedroom becoming clearer, illuminated only by faint early morning light coming through a gap in the curtains, he was pretty sure he was awake. Just why the hell could he not move-
Oh God. That son of a bitch.
When his eyes drifted up to the iron headboard of the bed he could see what was causing the restriction: handcuffs. The same handcuffs covered in pink plush that he had gotten as a birthday present many years ago... as a joke; and the same handcuffs he had told Zach about and said they could use them some time... not really as a joke but also not quite as a prompt to tie him to the bed without asking him first. Though the whole thing was, at least for a split-second... and maybe even more, kind of hot.
"Zach?" Chris called, not able to see his boyfriend anywhere in the room. He pulled at the handcuffs slightly but of course they were properly fixed and he was unable to remove them by himself. "Zach?? Where the hell are you? You know, this isn't really funny!" he called loudly, his tone maybe a bit more reproachful than he actually meant it. "Come here already!! Zach!?"
The door opened slowly and there stood the perpetrator. Clad only in black jockey shorts and a crumpled white T-shirt, Zach leaned against the door frame and lazily lifted one foot to scratch the back of his calf. His hair was slowly growing back from the - in Chris’ view - slightly extreme buzz cut he’d had done a couple of weeks ago and though there was a shadow of a smile on his face the spiky locks added to the beard growth on his face and neck added to the low browed look that Chris could just about make out in the dim light only served to make him look like one menacing fucker.
"Uh huh?" came the slow lazy drawl as Zach sipped from the mug in his hand - the faint smell of coffee reaching Chris on the bed.
For a few seconds Chris just stared at him. Then he blinked and nodded his head upwards where the chain between the handcuffs was rattling against the iron bars of the bed. "Well?? Are you gonna do something or not?"
"Well… I’m drinking my coffee."
"Uh... yeah. I can see that." Chris replied, incredulously, wondering what the hell Zach's scheme was. "So?"
"So… I’m drinking my coffee," came the infuriating reply as Zach’s brows rose slightly as though he was having trouble understanding why the man on the bed was talking so much.
Chris was slowly starting to lose his patience. He pulled against the handcuffs again only to feel that the plush wasn't really thick and soft enough to completely prevent any friction... when someone frantically tried to pull them off. "Well, yeah, I can still see that, but..." Chris started, trying to think of ways to form his question as explicitly and unmistakably for Zach to give a precise and hopefully satisfying answer. "Are you planning to do anything else than drink your coffee or will you just let me lie here tied up all day?"
Another sip of coffee. Another low browed look - almost a caress of those dark eyes as they stared at him.
"I guess at some point I’ll get dressed. Maybe have another coffee… maybe take Noah for a walk," Zach replied quietly, the words accompanied by a non-committal shrug. "As for you… well not much you can do about things either way, is there?"
Chris really didn't know what to reply, or even what to think. He was still a little sleepy - though slowly feeling the effects of adrenaline in his body - and just too surprised by all of this to make any sense of it. "Ugh," he just let out, slightly frustrated. "You know, this really isn't funny." And strangely enough, Chris had to chuckle softly as he spoke because, in fact, it was a little funny. And he knew Zach wouldn't really do something Chris really didn't want. Or would he? Nah.
"What if I have to piss?"
Zach raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand. Barely held by his first two fingers Chris could see a shape… something that he couldn’t quite make out - a bowl? "Then you yell and I’ll bring you this. Do you need one right now?"
"Oh come on, that's ridiculous!" Chris replied, now really getting slightly annoyed. "I won't piss into a bowl. Are you nuts? You know, I think people always say you have to discuss rules and limits and safe words first before you do something like this. And me pissing into a bowl absolutely goes beyond the limit," he huffed, wondering why exactly he was getting so worked up about this when he didn't have to piss any time soon.
Zach pushed himself away from the door frame and moved closer to the bed, standing just within touching distance - that was, within touching distance only if Chris had full use of his hands. He looked down at him and gently placed the bowl onto the night stand next to him. Coffee mug still in hand he grinned; a predatory, toothy - mean as fuck - grin.
"Nuts, huh? Okay - Princess… pick a safe word then if you think you’re gonna be too scared."
Great, why the hell could he now not think of anything? And why the hell did Zach call him princess? That evil son of a bitch, he was so gonna pay for this!
"Plaid," was the first thing that that came to mind when his eyes spotted the shirt he had worn last night, draped over the chair by the window. And at least it seemed to remotely make 'sense' as a safe word. "That's my safe word. Plaid. And you know, you could have asked me if I was up for this first."
"Plaid?" The word was repeated, and Zach only slightly choked on it. At least Chris could have sworn he heard some humor in the man’s voice. Because otherwise…
"And by providing a safe word you hereby give your consent, Princess, so why waste your energy on 'could haves'?"
It did make sense, but that still didn't have to mean Chris had to like it. He let out a grumbled sound and tried to move up on the bed a bit to find a position that was more comfortable and less straining for his shoulders, but he could already tell that he'd lose feeling in his arms at some point. Why couldn't those stupid handcuffs have a longer chain?
"Okay then," he said, huffing slightly. "But no walking the dog and leaving me here like this. There could be a fire or tornado or I dunno and I'd not even be able to call someone." Okay, that sounded more than unlikely but Chris was determined to at least make Zach feel a little guilty.
One eyebrow rose slowly again as Zach appeared to consider this though he looked anything but guilty. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and blew on the coffee mug before taking a mouthful. As he moved his arm, the T-shirt lifted revealing a larger than usual bulge in his briefs. The bastard was getting off on this?
"'k… Tornadoes are, of course, highly likely in these here parts Dorothy, so agreed. And fuck, this coffee’s damn hot y'know," he drawled as he took another sip, rolling it around in his mouth before Chris saw him swallow.
And God, was Chris craving some coffee of his own now! But he'd be damned if he started begging for it. "Fuck you," he just growled instead, trying to let as much of his pissed off attitude show for as long as it lasted... because somehow a part of him was fearing (or hoping?) he might actually enjoy whatever was to come. Whenever it was to come. Damn, if Zach would only finally do something!
The attitude just seemed to amuse Zach though, as all he did was chuckle lightly at first as he looked down at him. Zach leaned forwards until his face was only inches above his own. He must have just taken another mouthful of coffee as he swallowed before speaking, the bitterness of the beans curling up Chris’ nose.
"Now now, Princess. That kind of talk won’t get you any treats like this," came the quiet whisper before Zach’s head lowered to his chest and Chris felt a hot…just-brewed-coffee-hot tongue flicker and press against his nipple.
Involuntarily, a hissed sigh came over his lips and he pressed his head back into the pillow, chest arching slightly against the contact. "Stop calling me princess, you evil bastard," he complained nevertheless, feeling tingles run down his spine and to his groin.
The touch cooled slightly as Zach’s mouth chilled from the heat of the coffee, and then further again as the lips left his skin and a light breath tickled the sensitive area.
"Evil bastard?" Chris felt the breathy chuckle as well as heard it as Zach tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. "If you think this is evil, I guess I’d better leave now then." And with that Zach stood up, smirked at him and wiggled his eyebrows - and for a second Chris thought he was just going to step away from the bed… or just further away. And he kept thinking that right until the bedroom door shut behind him with an almost final sounding ‘click’.
"Hey wait a min!" He shouted. "Zach, wait. Come back here, okay?" But there was no reply, no sound of the door opening again as Chris let his head sink back into the pillow.
"Oh fucking great. Thanks, asshole," he mumbled as he was lying there, mostly immobile and - even though he hated to admit it - quite hot and bothered with no idea when or how Zach was planning to do something about it.
He made a mental note that next time when he suggested something new and unusual he'd be more specific about the details.
Two minutes turned into five, turned into ten… fifteen…
Just as he was about to launch into a new round of yelling, that might have included that ridiculous safe word just from sheer frustration, the door opened again.
"Calmed down and ready to behave?" Zach asked calmly, a look of curiosity on his face as though he’d been watching a small child have a tantrum. He stood just inside the room with one hand behind his back.
"Oh God, you're not gonna spank me or something, are you?" Chris asked in slight horror. Thinking about it, they never had discussed any unusual kinks and it was pretty damn possible his boyfriend was into a lot of things he didn't know about. "Dude, seriously, I'm not really into the whole sub-dom thing, so..." Oh God, what if Zach really was and what Chris had just said somehow hurt or disappointed him?
And why did he always have to think of worst case scenarios anyway?
"You're not, are you? Gonna spank me?"
The laugh began as a low rumble before Zach tipped his head back. His shoulders and chest shook with the laughter as he bent forwards, trying to slow his breathing down.
"Fuck… oh shit - the look on your face!"
Zach wiped a hand across his face, and though the feral-like grin was still plastered over his features it looked more ‘normal’ than it had since Chris had woken up.
"No. I’m not going to… spank you," he answered, the last words choked off as another bout of laughter shook him before he got control of himself. He walked towards the bed and, straddling Chris, knelt on the mattress at the bottom, resting his ass against Chris’ feet and put a small metal bowl on the covers by his knee.
Chris felt slightly ridiculous now, and he let out an exasperated groan, closing his eyes for a moment.
"What's that?" he asked then, lifting his head but failing to see the contents of the bowl. "Something to eat?" For now, he decided to expect things that were a bit more likely first before he started to panic again. Not that he really had been panicking because thank God for plaid.
"Something for me to eat… or not…" Zach replied cryptically as he adjusted his position over his feet and lower legs, now in fact pinning Chris to the bed. He poked a finger into the bowl and Chris could hear the contents rattling against the metal. Rattling? What the hell rattles?
"So… you okay? Not gonna be calling on the great gods of plaid any time soon? You gonna let me do whatever I want… apart from spanking?" Zach asked as he removed his finger from the bowl and placed it into his mouth, slowly withdrawing it between pursed lips as he looked down.
"Um, well, that depends," Chris answered, but at the same time felt a tingling going straight to his groin again where he started to feel his cock twitch against the fabric of his boxers. "But... yes?" He added, feeling his throat getting slightly dry. Jesus, how much he wanted Zach to touch him right now.
Nodding almost to himself, Zach’s eyes had automatically moved to his groin and the corner of his mouth curled upwards as he licked his lips. His hand returned to the bowl and withdrew a slick, clear cube… ice. A thin sheen of condensation had appeared on the outside surface of the metal, an occasional bead of liquid forming before rolling down the concave shape towards the covers.
Lifting his eyes to his face Zach held his gaze, dark eyes narrowing as he popped the ice cube into his mouth without saying a word, holding it briefly between his teeth, a flash of tongue barely seen before his lips closed around it. His cheek bulged on one side for a second before both hollowed as he sucked on the frozen cube. Then Chris could hear a loud crunching noise as Zach lifted his weight from his legs and leaned over him.
As he lowered his head, Chris saw Zach finish chewing and swallow just as his mouth opened and the flat of his tongue circled his nipple slowly.
Chris hissed as he felt the coolness on his warm skin, a stark contrast to the warmth he had felt earlier, and it took only a few seconds for goosebumps to appear on his entire body, the fine hairs on his arms standing up as he felt his nipple hardening quickly beneath the touch. Okay, if things were going to continue like this from here on maybe this whole being tied up thing wasn't all that bad. Not bad at all. Though he had the slightly alarming suspicion that Zach would do anything he could think of to wind Chris up tight as a watch spring before he'd grant him any form of release. The thought made him get even harder.
A vibrating hum reverberated across his chest as the tongue slid across to his other nipple leaving a cool and hot trail that tingled as it evaporated. This time, as well as the tongue which wasn’t as cold as it had been seconds ago, there was a gentle grazing of teeth before Zach’s mouth covered the nipple entirely. Chris heard the rattle from the bowl as Zach’s hands attempted to catch a second cube, and as his nipple was released with a quiet popping noise he watched as the cube was held between thumb and forefinger as it was suckled.
"You know, I'm not sure eating that many ice cubes is good for your stomach," Chris said dumbly, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, though, as his breathing quickened.
No verbal response was forthcoming, though there was a smirk and a wiggle of a solitary eyebrow as Zach removed the ice cube from his mouth. It was covered in a thin film of melted water that slowly slid down his thumb as he hovered over Chris.
Shuffling backwards slowly, Zach held the melting cube about four inches above Chris' stomach and raised his gaze quickly before leaning close to his hand and huffing out a breath. Obviously a warm breath as the cube melted a little more - a small tear of liquid forming on its lower side. A droplet that trembled slightly but stayed attached to the cube until Zach grinned and breathed onto it again. And then Chris watched as the droplet fell - almost in slow motion - onto his stomach, just above his belly button
He half winced, half sighed as he felt the cool drop run down the side of his stomach, making him shiver, even more so when he thought what else Zach could be doing with the ice cube, but it wasn't purely from the sensation of coldness.
A second drop followed, then a third - all following a similar path off his body before he watched Zach’s grin grow wider - still toothy and feral-like - before hand, ice and face lowered themselves to his stomach.
The contrasting sensation of cold ice and warm tongue caused Chris to groan out loud, even more so as Zach lowered his weight onto him, pressing against his cock through the fabric of his boxers. He couldn’t see much apart from the top of Zach’s head but felt every second of ice cold that was followed closely by heat as mouth - lips and tongue - chased the slow teasing movement of the still melting ice cube over his skin. Around and in his belly button, and then lower down the strip of coarse hair to his waistband. And then there was only cool breath and the memory of the coldness which disappeared as the cube finally melted.
He heard a low growl against his abdomen as Zach rubbed his face against the fabric of his underwear, almost but not quite on his cock. Fingers hooked under the elasticized waistband and pulled the clothing down his legs before Zach threw them over his shoulder and on to the floor.
The bowl rattled again as Zach’s hand moved through the remaining ice finally pulling out a smaller piece rather than a full cube. He slipped it onto his tongue, which he kept at the front of his open mouth as he lowered his head. Suddenly Chris felt a sting of cold against his cock as Zach slid his tongue - and ice shard - over the length, holding his hips down with a firm grip.
"Oh fuck!" Chris moaned, breath leaving his lips in a low shudder at the utterly unusual feeling. Zach's tongue on his cock alone was something that made him lose all coherent thought and speech, but with the combined sensation of coldness, slightly unpleasant and extremely hot at the same time, he was momentarily overwhelmed, not knowing which aspect of the feeling he should or even could concentrate on first. "That's... uuhhg... it's cold," he almost whimpered.
He saw Zach roll his eyes and though he didn't say anything - his mouth being busy after all - the look spoke volumes. Currently volumes about how the ice would obviously be cold, and that Zach would also have been aware of that fact. After all, the ice was in his mouth, on his tongue... the very same tongue that had now moved lower onto Chris' balls. As the tongue curled and flickered, a residual iciness spread across his skin before it disappeared. Zach suckled on one side for a moment before Chris heard the ice in the bowl rattle again.
"You too cold yet?" came a low murmur from between his legs, just as an icy wetness moved over his stomach and down his thigh.
His body betrayed him with uncontrolled winces as he shook his head and murmured: "No." He was cold, and the sensation was slightly unpleasant, but at the same time in an almost perverse way extremely arousing. "Shit, yes," he then said, almost stuttered before he swallowed and tried to catch his breath. "I mean, it's cold, but not too cold."
As the warm tongue lapped at the trail of cold water left by the melting cube, Zach's head nodded. "It's like having a Chris flavored popsicle," he chuckled, alternating between pressing his lips onto skin and suckling on the ice cube. Lowering himself further between Chris' legs he pushed them apart with both hands, the ice cube gripped by his teeth as he looked up mischievously and then grinned. He sucked the ice cube into his mouth as he lowered his head and the next thing Chris was aware of was the return of the hot and cold sensations - mostly freezing cold - moving up and down the shaft of his cock. The cold seemed continual until it moved... intense first in one area and then another and Chris realised that Zach must be using his tongue to push the half melted ice cube around his cock, even as his lips held him inside his mouth.
"Oh shit, that's... ugh... ahh!" He really had no words for it. The coldness was slightly numbing the sensitivity but at the same time the friction the hard and edged cube was creating, the contrast between warm mouth and cold ice was so unique that it made him lose his mind already. He rocked his hips towards Zach's mouth, the only movement he was able to create since his arms were still tightly restrained, and he fought the urge to pull on the chain in a futile attempt to make it rip because he so desperately wanted to run his fingers through Zach's short hair, touch something on his own, but that was not going to happen.
"Fuuuuck," he let out a long, low moan and bit his bottom lip to stifle a yelp as he felt the ice on the head of his cock, making him shiver and shudder for several reasons. Damn, he was close. Only two, three more strokes and swirls of that amazing tongue and he'd explode.
But they didn't come... and damnit - neither did he, as with a wet sucking sound Zach lifted his head from his cock. He was breathing heavier but as he looked up through low brows there was a mean as hell expression on his face and he chewed noisily on the ice that remained in his mouth. Leaning on hands that pressed onto the mattress beside Chris - close but not touching - Zach crawled up the bed, careful not to let any part of his self touch Chris apart from his legs. Barely inches above him, he dipped his head slightly and flicked his tongue over the end of his nose, planting a light kiss before holding himself away again.
"Uuhh," Chris panted and was this short to begging, begging to be touched or fucked or anything that would let him get release. But chained to a bed or not, he had some dignity left, didn't he? Apparently his body didn't agree with him because his hips jerked upwards as he tried to rub himself against his boyfriend though the barely-there friction hardly provided the desired effect. "Why did you stop? I wasn't there yet!"
That damn eyebrow shot up again, and Chris made a mental note to shave the fucker off next time Zach was asleep, just so he couldn't taunt him with it any more.
"Oh dear," came the reply - along with a patronising tone and a pout. A big, fucking baby pout with wide brown eyes that Chris felt he would gladly poke out right now - if he only had control of his hands. "Aren't you forgetting something here, Princess?"
"Stop calling me princess you... evil ice queen!" Ha! Perfect comeback. Chris would pat his own shoulder if he had a fucking hand free! And what the hell was he forgetting?
Zach lowered his face again and Chris could almost taste his breath as he spoke. "If you keep talking like that Princess I can always go walk Noah." Lips barely touched his and though Zach moved his head back every time Chris strained towards him, he always returned so that their mouths brushed as he spoke. "Now... tell me what you want."
Right now, all Chris wanted was to tell Zach how much of an evil bastard he was being - and probably use even more colorful language for it - though something told him that it probably wasn't the best moment to tempt fate. It was hard to tell whether Zach would actually be that cruel to leave him here all hot and needy and take his dog for a walk... which would last at least thirty minutes, if not longer. Thirty minutes in which Chris would be yearning to be touched... or maybe start to itch somewhere and not be able to scratch himself (unless he managed to do so with his toes), or maybe really need to pee and -
He sighed and tried to glare up at his apparently quite sadistic boyfriend. "Fine," he said and then tried a bit more submissively: "Make me come. Please?"
"Sorry, I don't think I quite heard that," came the fucking infuriating response, though this time Zach dipped his body and rubbed himself against Chris' cock. The touch lasted no more than a second - maybe a second and a half, but Chris was sure that in that instant he'd seen Zach's eyelids twitch and lip curl. However his face went blank again as he stared down. "Care to repeat?"
"Please make me come. Please!" He now really begged, and even the glare on his features must have looked no more than half-hearted, probably more of a frown and a pout on trembling lips.
A smile - an actual smile and not a leering toothy grin - spread across Zach's mouth as he gently kissed Chris. A soft, practically closed mouth touch - but normal. "Thank you... that's all I needed to hear," he whispered hoarsely as he sat up on Chris' thighs and almost tore his own clothing off, a look of intense hunger in his eyes now. Moving over his body again, Zach reached onto the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube and Chris could have sworn he saw the hand tremble as it applied a liberal amount to Zach's erection. He'd needed no touch to encourage it and Chris realized that he'd obviously been hard since this all began.
Face settling directly above his own he felt a firm grip on his leg, lifting it upwards and behind Zach who then moved his hand between their bodies and then...
"Shiiiit!" He had felt this so many times before, at first combined with an undeniable but not unbearable amount of pain - and a small portion of it was still present every time they fucked; and later with a sense of familiarity and powerful, amazing pleasure. But still, every time he felt Zach's cock enter him it overwhelmed him a little, made him lose control for those short seconds, made him forget everything going on around them, be it worry or anger or annoyance. In that moment, this was all he felt. Being penetrated and stretched and claimed. And every time it happened he thought for these first short moments it would almost be enough to make him come.
There was no finesse to Zach's movements, no subtlety and little control as he moved his hips to push deeper inside him, holding his weight up by one hand as the other gripped Chris' aching cock. As he fucked him and twisted his hand Zach's eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted, muffling the moans that he could no longer contain. "Fuck, Chris... Oh fuck..." he gasped, his mouth falling open as he leaned closer, forehead almost resting on Chris' own.
The gasping, groaning sounds increased in volume as Zach's thrusts increased in pressure and speed. Chris could feel, could taste every breath that was hissed out, could feel his own breath being sucked into Zach's mouth with every harsh inhalation until Zach's eyes suddenly opened wide and his body twitched and juddered sharply.
Seeing Zach come, feeling him lose control was something so hot that Chris didn't know if there could ever be anyone or anything better, but despite all of this the first thing he could think of was: 'That fucking, evil, selfish bastard!' - a second before he felt the muscles in his own body tighten as Zach's hand twisted around his cock once more, his dick still buried deep in Chris' ass and - Jesus F. Christ, he was coming hard. So hard in fact that he wouldn't have been surprised to taste blood as he bit his bottom lip to stifle the hollering scream that threatened to come over his lips. His whole body tensed almost unbearably, back arching, legs clenching and his heartbeat going so fast that it almost felt like his chest would burst from the sheer pressure inside.
Lips caressed his cheeks, roaming erratically over his face before they finally found his own and a tongue forced its way into his mouth. The kiss was unfocussed and sloppy just like the movement of the hand on his cock, still holding him even as he softened, as he felt Zach slowly withdraw, his body weight falling onto Chris. As his senses slowly returned to normal he was aware of a quiet whispering against his mouth.
"Sorry... I... shit... I tried to... couldn't... wait. Thank... you."
"Thank you?" he tried to ask sarcastically while his lips returned the soft kisses with the same amount of affection, though equally unfocussed as his own breathing was still released in panted groans. "It's not like I could do anything!" To prove his point he pulled on the handcuffs again, causing the chain to rattle against the iron of the headboard. God, how he wished to touch Zach now, wrap his arms around him, caress his cheek and shoulders and back.
Zach's eyes flickered between the cuffs and his face and an almost guilty look crossed his face.
"Uhh... shit. I have a confession to make, Chris."
"What?" Chris asked, eyes shooting open and panic rising in his chest.
He felt the laughter before he heard it. "Your fucking face... Oh god, part of me wants to leave you in these so much."
Zach rolled off him and stretched towards the nightstand, cursing as his fingers knocked items onto the floor before he turned back towards Chris - a small metallic key held between his thumb and forefinger.
"Do you promise not to smack me when I undo these?"
His first impulse was to reply: 'No chance in hell', especially after he had nearly shit himself at the possibility that Zach had lost the key and they would have to call a locksmith - they would probably have to make up a hell of a story to explain how Chris got in this unfortunate situation without revealing that he and Star Trek co-star Zachary Quinto were doing dirty sex games in Zach's house. But as earlier he rather didn't want to run the risk of really being tied up here all day.
"You're a jerk... but I promise," he finally replied and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Zach reached over his head and unlocked one of the cuffs, letting Chris lower that arm first before he opened the second one. He rubbed the arm nearest to him with one hand whilst returning the key to the nightstand.
"I may be a jerk, but you were wonderful," Zach chuckled as he continued to massage his arm muscles, stretching one leg over both of Chris'.
Only when he was able to move his arms again Chris realized how much they hurt, especially his shoulder joints that felt like falling off if he even so much as lowered his arms below what he could only describe as 'the Jesus position'. "Ugh, I can't move my arms," he moaned and tried to fight against the slightly numb feeling, rolling his shoulders a little. So much for wrapping his arms around Zach.
"And you were evil, you know that?"
"Were evil? As in not now? And I can't have been that evil - the gods of plaid were never called upon," Zach replied with a slight good natured teasing tone in his voice as he slipped an arm under Chris' shoulders and pulled him closer, the fingers of his other hand continuing to press gently into the sore muscles.
Chris didn't know whether to laugh or frown. As much as he liked the few - okay many - plaid patterned clothing items he possessed it had been a rather silly thing to pick as safe word, especially considering the amount of times Zach had been teasing him about it and telling him how uncool it was. That idiot! He had a few plaid shirts of his own in his closet. It came out as a low chuckle in the end, probably accompanied by a blush as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "Fine. You are evil. Satisfied?" And finally he was able to move his arm and lift his hand to touch Zach's face, fingertips running over his cheek and down his neck and shoulder.
"Satisfied. Oh yeah. More ways than one," came the contented sounding reply as Zach leaned in to kiss him, teasing his mouth with his tongue before pulling away again. "You know I love you, right? I love you 'cause you let me be evil... I love you 'cause you're fucking awesome."
Chris couldn't help the huge grin from spreading on his features, though he was feeling slightly mischievous himself. "Yeah, I know," he said and, ignoring the still unpleasant feeling in his arm, he smacked Zach's butt.
"Hey!" Zach yelped, though there was a matching grin on his face. "You were the one complaining we'd become 'middle-aged' in bed. You brought this on yourself... Princess."
"Uh huh, I know... ice queen" Chris admitted as his fingers drew small patterns over Zach's back, before he lifted his head and kissed his boyfriend with all the tenderness and - yes, love he was feeling for Zach as well.
"But you know this means revenge."