Fic: Everyone Does It
Title: Everyone Does It
Rating: R
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word Count: 3020
Summary: Zach has a routine.. and a fantasy.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Author's Note: No beta. Finished at 6am, so apologies for any errors.
***
It had almost become a ritual. A long day of filming, an hour in the make-up chair having the ears removed, and then escaping to his trailer to wind-down. He couldn't remember exactly when it went from simply lounging on a chair listening to his ipod, to crashing on the couch giving himself a slow stress-releasing handjob. He knew it started around the time they filmed the fight scene on the bridge, because it was that situation which had left him with a wealth of sexual imagery . Pushing Chris around the set, seeing him flat on his back, gasping for air. It was a situation Zachary had a difficult time forgetting.
So, this is how he came to find himself in a daily routine of trying to distance himself from Chris as much as possible -which was easy when playing an emotionally stoic Vulcan- and ending his day in his trailer touching himself while visualizing Chris flushed and out of breath. He wasn't exactly ashamed of his current sexual vice, but he sure as hell wasn't eager for anyone to find out. He knew he'd be endlessly mocked, and because of this he was always careful to lock the trailer door and keep the lights on low.
Still, despite his carefulness, he failed to take into account the mischievous nature of Chris Pine. It never occurred to him that the man would make a point of sticking around the set after-hours. Usually when Zach left the make-up chair -save for the days Eric Bana was on set - the rest of the cast were long gone. This particular day seemed like any other, and he settled into his routine.
Head back on the arm of the couch, he let out a sigh as he ran his hand down his shirt and lazily undid his belt. His eyes closed as his mind moved quickly to visions of Chris flushed, sweaty, and out of breath. He was already hard when he unzipped and reached his right hand inside his jeans. He'd started going commando after shoots, figuring it made his routine a little easier. It did, of course, and he ran his hand over his cock before pulling it out and stroking it slowly.
Running his fingers over the tip, he used his own precum to lubricate the shaft. With images of Chris running through his head, he tilted his head back and his lips parted. His left hand moved across his chest and back down his stomach.
“Fuccccckkkk.. Chrisss..” He groaned breathlessly.
He was lost, as always, and he failed to hear the light rapping at his trailer door. He missed the ridiculous voice calling “room service” to him through the door. And he was completely deaf to the eventual threats that were hissed at him through the thin aluminum -- “seriously, Zach, open up or I'll bust my way in. I'm James T. Kirk, you know.”
Looking back, he's not sure how he could've been so unaware. Not true, of course. He knows how it happened - being lost in his daydream of Chris, and the pleasure it brought him at his own hand. Still, he's amazed that his brain was able to block out the voice of the subject of his deepest fantasy.
He had just begun to increase his pace when it happened. An enormous crash, a flash as the exterior lights cut through the dim lighting of his trailer, and suddenly a silhouette in his doorway.
Zach's eyes flung open at the sound, and he launched himself off the couch, while simultaneously trying to shove his cock back into his pants. His left arm flew up to shield his eyes, as he tried to make out the features of the frozen silhouette. He felt his stomach drop as he caught a glimpse of the piercing blue eyes. No..
Suddenly the figure spoke, and Zach's fears were confirmed. “Dude, sorry... I.. I just wanted to run around.. Check out the set.. You know.. after hours. Thought you might be up for it.” Chris rambled awkwardly, his glance moving all over the trailer to anywhere that was not where Zachary currently stood.
Zach was completely shocked and speechless, and could only watch as Chris fumbled for the door, mumbling incoherently while backing out of the trailer, and managing to somehow latch the door behind him.
“Shit.” Zachary sighed as he ran his hand over his eyes and across the slight stubble on this chin.
“SHIT.”
He zipped his pants and sat on the arm of the couch, trying to process what had just happened. Even though he was still shaking from the surprise, and red-faced from the embarrassment, he managed to laugh a little. Leave it to Chris Pine to walk in during his masturbatory Chris Pine fantasy.
He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it.” He signed. “Everyone does it.”
Sliding down the arm of the couch, he put his feet up on the table, and pulled his ipod out of his pocket.
'Back to my old-fashioned sex-fantasy-free winding down,' he thought to himself. He spent a few seconds scrolling through his playlist before finally settling on a track, and leaned his head back against the couch.
He was just starting to relax when he heard a soft tapping sound. “Seriously.. what the fuck?” he muttered to himself, pulling out his ear buds and flashing a quizzical look towards the trailer door.
There was the tapping again, and this time an accompanying “Zach..?”
For the second time that evening Zachary launched himself off the couch, and made his way towards the trailer door. He opened it an inch and peered out, only to come eye-to-eye with Chris Pine peering in at him.
“Can I come in? Again..?” Chris asked with a smirk.
Zach rolled his eyes and opened the door fully, before turning quickly and making his way back to the couch. Chris entered the trailer, kicked off his shoes, and cut across the room, perching himself carefully on the arm of a chair.
“Look man.. I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out, and I knew you were in here. I just figured you were napping.” Despite the amused gleam in Chris's eye, the remorse in his voice came through quite clearly.
Zach shrugged and attempted to laugh it off. “It's fine..” He stated. “I was just trying to relax.”
Chris laughed awkwardly in response. “Yeah, I know what you're saying. Long days on set. Sometimes it's the best way to relax.”
The two men finally made eye contact and laughed. Chris stretched out his foot to poke Zachary's knee.
“So what were you thinking about?” He asked quite innocently. “Zoe? The set extras in their little skirts? No wait, that's what I think of.. Was it Eric Bana? I've got the biggest man-crush on him” Chris laughed to himself.
Zach felt his face flush.
“Uh.. It was.. I mean, nothing specific.” He lied, stumbling over his words.
Chris furrowed his brow and looked at Zach with confusion. “Nothing specific?” He spat with a smirk. “You seemed pretty damn into it for it to have been nothing specific..”
Zach glanced at the floor and made a lame attempt at changing the subject, “So what parts of the set did you want to check out tonight?”
Chris shook his head. “Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy!” He laughed. “I just barged in on you with your dick in your hand, and I think you owe it to me to tell me what you were thinking of.”
Zach smirked, “I owe it to you? Why exactly?”
“Because I saw it! I'm a part of it now, so I think I deserve to know what was so great that you didn't even hear me banging at your door!” Chris was greatly amusing himself at this point, and Zach figured there was no use trying to delay the answer any further. If he knew one thing about Chris Pine, it was that he didn't give up once he'd set his mind to something.
Zach sighed and pinched between his eyes. “It was.. just a memory. Of a scene we filmed.”
Chris suddenly became very alert when he realized he was getting somewhere. “Oh yeah? Was it the scene on the Narada? With all the tattooed Romulans running around?”
“Need I remind you that my brother was one of those tattooed Romulans??” Zach responded with mock disgust. “So no, it wasn't that scene.”
Chris stared at him intently, “So dude, what scene was it?”
Zach sighed and turned to stare directly into Chris's eyes. “It was the scene on the bridge. When we fight...” His eyes widened as he gave Chris a slight nod, hoping to convey the message without actually having to admit it. Of course, this was pointless, as Chris just stared back at him blankly.
“When we fight..?” Chris repeated, trailing off in confusion.
“Yes, Christopher. When we fight. You and me. When I've just finished kicking your ass.. and you're flat out on your back.. Panting.” Zach nearly cringed as he said the last word.
It took a moment for the admission to register in Chris's brain, and Zach was almost amused as he saw the figurative light bulb go off over Chris's head.
“Ohhhhh.” Chris said slowly, as his eyes moved up to meet Zachary's.
Zach suddenly felt the need to try to smooth things over, to make things less awkward. “Don't worry about it, it's just a silly visualization. Probably a weird offshoot of all those Spork Power jokes.” He forced out a laugh, and flashed a crooked smile in Chris's direction. He waited for Chris to respond, pleading with him silently to understand and not be freaked out.
Finally, Chris stood and slowly started pacing the small room. “You were thinking about me..?” He mumbled with a confused tone. “Me?”
Zach began stumbling over his words in an attempt to fix the situation: “Chris, look, it's cool. It's fine. Don't let this change anything. Don't freak out. Please. It was stupid. Just.. not important. Doesn't mean anything. Please.” Zach could feel his face burning hot. As he made a motion to stand, Chris suddenly made a bee-line for the couch.
He placed his hand on Zachary's chest and pushed him back towards the cushions. “No, sit. It's fine. I'm just trying to comprehend what you said,” Chris stated calmly.
He sat down next to Zach, and they stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Finally Zach broke the silence with a whisper, “It doesn't mean anything Chris. Please don't freak out.”
Chris finally laughed. “Oh for fuck sake, Zach, stop saying that. I'm not freaked out. I'm just shocked that I'd be the object of your fantasy. I mean, me? Seriously?”
Zach raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you. You're an attractive man, Christopher.”
Chris laughed again, “Well so are you, Zachary. More so than me, I'd say. That's why I'm surprised.”
They stared at each other in amusement, neither one really sure of what to say.
Finally Zach broke the silence, “So, how about getting up to some mischief on the set? Wanna toilet paper Karl's trailer?”
Chris stared at him, but didn't respond.
Zach continued, “We could fill JJ's desk with frozen shaving cream containers. I saw this video on YouTube, it was hilarious..”
He was struggling to think up another ridiculously juvenile prank, when he was taken off guard by Chris Pine's lips meeting with his own. His knee-jerk reaction was to pull back and push Chris away in surprise. Zach stared at Chris, his eyes wide and questioning.
“I think I'd rather stay here, actually..” Chris said calmly, raising his hand to touch the back of Zach's neck and pull him in closer.
Their lips met again. Chris's lips were full and wet, and like a teenager he mashed them into Zachary's, before easing off and opening his mouth. Zach felt the slippery wet tongue flit across his lips, and briefly enter his mouth. His own tongue flitted back in response, an action he seemed unable to control.
He allowed himself to enjoy the kiss for a moment, before pulling back again. Chris sighed, seemingly disappointed by the separation, and Zachary looked down at Chris's pleading lips which were becoming increasingly pink.
“What're you doing?” he asked Chris with a questioning gaze. “What is this?”
Chris moved a little closer to him on the couch. “What do you think it is? I'm trying to make your fantasy a reality.”
Zach laughed and rolled his eyes, “That is ridiculously corny.”
Chris smiled at him. “Zach, just shut up and try to enjoy it.” Reaching his hand around the back of Zachary's neck, Chris pulled him in for another kiss.
Zach soon found himself in a reclined position on the couch, being slightly crushed by the weight of Chris on top of him. They were intertwined, a mess of lanky arms and legs, lips and tongues connecting, a sense of breathlessness, and longing. While Zachary had fantasized about this countless times, he was surprised by the sense of need in Chris, and the rushed feeling of the whole situation. It was as if they were finally getting what they'd both been wanting for a long time.
As they kissed, Chris reached his hand up and managed to tug his shirt off in one go. Zach allowed his hands to move up Chris's body, starting at his waist, and slowly moving across his stomach and up his chest. Their kisses became more frantic, and Chris tugged at Zachary's shirt. He managed to pull up the right side and, breaking his mouth away from Zachary's for a moment, pressed his tongue to Zach's nipple and licked. Zach jolted at the friction, and grasped the back of Chris's head, pressing the hot mouth closer.
As Chris's tongue worked frantically at Zach's nipple, he managed to force Zachary's shirt off. His mouth moved across to the other nipple before he dragged his tongue down Zach's torso, across the dusting of hair on his stomach, and down to the hipbones that peaked out just above his belt. Chris looked up at Zachary with a smirk, before trailing his tongue across Zach's hipbones, causing Zach's hips to buck wildly towards him.
Chris began palming Zachary's cock through his jeans, and he gave Zach a devilish grin when he felt the precum begin leaking through the material. Despite his desire, Zachary found himself unable to be of much use to Chris. He was mostly just lips and tongue, and grasping hands. Fortunately this undoing of Zachary seemed to simply fuel Chris's fire. He undid Zach's belt and yanked it out of its loops. While unbuttoning the jeans, Chris stared directly at Zach, anxious, but also trying to prolong the anticipation. He reached down with his right hand to undo the zipper, while still palming Zach's erection with his left hand.
When Zachary's jeans were finally undone, he shifted his body with the intention of making them easier to remove. “No” Chris said suddenly. “Don't help.” He reached inside Zach's pants and ran his hand over Zachary's balls, before grasping his cock and pulling it out. Zach gasped at the touch, and then again as his erection met the open air.
He felt a brief sense of disappointment as Chris let go of his cock. The disappointment didn't last, however, as he watched Chris run his hands down his own body as he began removing his jeans. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and kicked them off quickly. Zach's eyes widened when he caught sight of Chris's bulge through his shorts. Still not touching Zachary, but maintaining eye contact, Chris splayed his right hand across his chest while reaching his left hand down to rub himself through his boxers.
Zach's own erection still straining for contact, he watched while Chris reached into his shorts and yanked out his impressive cock. Chris placed his right hand on Zachary's hip, and began stroking himself. He had made sure to place himself mere inches above Zach's own cock, a fact of which Zachary Quinto had become painfully aware.
“Chris, please..” He begged.
“Wait.” Chris answered. “Just wait.”
Chris ran his hand along his cock, moving quickly and repeatedly over the top, his fingers and shaft soon glistening with precum. As he seemed ready to reach his climax he suddenly stopped and leaned over across Zachary. Their mouths smashing together, Zachary felt himself jolt as Chris's cock made contact with his own. His hands flew up to grasp Chris's face and shoulders and neck, and pull him closer. Their tongues continued darting around each other, until finally Chris reached down and clasped his hand around Zachary's aching cock.
Zach's head fell back and he moaned as Chris began stroking, and then clasped their cocks together and began pumping them in one slick motion. Chris moved his lips back to Zachary's open mouth, and it was then that Zach realized..
Chris was panting.
Zach bucked his hips into Chris's as Chris pumped them together and they panted breathlessly into each other's mouths. Zach's hands moved down to grasp Chris's sides, and as he felt himself reaching his climax his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Chris's ass.
“Fuck.. Chrisssssssssss...” Zachary moaned as he came.
Chris smiled into Zach's mouth as he reached his own climax, and finally slumped down against Zachary.
For several minutes they just stayed there. Sticky and tired. Allowed their breathing to return to normal.
Finally Chris looked up at Zach. “How was that?”
Zach laughed. “What the hell do you think? Better than any stupid fantasy..”
Chris smiled again.
“So does that mean your Chris Pine masturbation fantasies are going to end?” Chris asked with a smirk.
Zach raised an eyebrow at him. “Not likely.. I think you've only added fuel to the fire.”
Chris laughed. “So what're you going to fantasize about now? Blowjobs? Fucking?”
Zach's eyes widened as he paused to consider.
“How about both?”
***
Part 2: Waiting
Part 3: Just Enjoy It
Part 4: I Want It
Rating: R
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Word Count: 3020
Summary: Zach has a routine.. and a fantasy.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Author's Note: No beta. Finished at 6am, so apologies for any errors.
***
It had almost become a ritual. A long day of filming, an hour in the make-up chair having the ears removed, and then escaping to his trailer to wind-down. He couldn't remember exactly when it went from simply lounging on a chair listening to his ipod, to crashing on the couch giving himself a slow stress-releasing handjob. He knew it started around the time they filmed the fight scene on the bridge, because it was that situation which had left him with a wealth of sexual imagery . Pushing Chris around the set, seeing him flat on his back, gasping for air. It was a situation Zachary had a difficult time forgetting.
So, this is how he came to find himself in a daily routine of trying to distance himself from Chris as much as possible -which was easy when playing an emotionally stoic Vulcan- and ending his day in his trailer touching himself while visualizing Chris flushed and out of breath. He wasn't exactly ashamed of his current sexual vice, but he sure as hell wasn't eager for anyone to find out. He knew he'd be endlessly mocked, and because of this he was always careful to lock the trailer door and keep the lights on low.
Still, despite his carefulness, he failed to take into account the mischievous nature of Chris Pine. It never occurred to him that the man would make a point of sticking around the set after-hours. Usually when Zach left the make-up chair -save for the days Eric Bana was on set - the rest of the cast were long gone. This particular day seemed like any other, and he settled into his routine.
Head back on the arm of the couch, he let out a sigh as he ran his hand down his shirt and lazily undid his belt. His eyes closed as his mind moved quickly to visions of Chris flushed, sweaty, and out of breath. He was already hard when he unzipped and reached his right hand inside his jeans. He'd started going commando after shoots, figuring it made his routine a little easier. It did, of course, and he ran his hand over his cock before pulling it out and stroking it slowly.
Running his fingers over the tip, he used his own precum to lubricate the shaft. With images of Chris running through his head, he tilted his head back and his lips parted. His left hand moved across his chest and back down his stomach.
“Fuccccckkkk.. Chrisss..” He groaned breathlessly.
He was lost, as always, and he failed to hear the light rapping at his trailer door. He missed the ridiculous voice calling “room service” to him through the door. And he was completely deaf to the eventual threats that were hissed at him through the thin aluminum -- “seriously, Zach, open up or I'll bust my way in. I'm James T. Kirk, you know.”
Looking back, he's not sure how he could've been so unaware. Not true, of course. He knows how it happened - being lost in his daydream of Chris, and the pleasure it brought him at his own hand. Still, he's amazed that his brain was able to block out the voice of the subject of his deepest fantasy.
He had just begun to increase his pace when it happened. An enormous crash, a flash as the exterior lights cut through the dim lighting of his trailer, and suddenly a silhouette in his doorway.
Zach's eyes flung open at the sound, and he launched himself off the couch, while simultaneously trying to shove his cock back into his pants. His left arm flew up to shield his eyes, as he tried to make out the features of the frozen silhouette. He felt his stomach drop as he caught a glimpse of the piercing blue eyes. No..
Suddenly the figure spoke, and Zach's fears were confirmed. “Dude, sorry... I.. I just wanted to run around.. Check out the set.. You know.. after hours. Thought you might be up for it.” Chris rambled awkwardly, his glance moving all over the trailer to anywhere that was not where Zachary currently stood.
Zach was completely shocked and speechless, and could only watch as Chris fumbled for the door, mumbling incoherently while backing out of the trailer, and managing to somehow latch the door behind him.
“Shit.” Zachary sighed as he ran his hand over his eyes and across the slight stubble on this chin.
“SHIT.”
He zipped his pants and sat on the arm of the couch, trying to process what had just happened. Even though he was still shaking from the surprise, and red-faced from the embarrassment, he managed to laugh a little. Leave it to Chris Pine to walk in during his masturbatory Chris Pine fantasy.
He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it.” He signed. “Everyone does it.”
Sliding down the arm of the couch, he put his feet up on the table, and pulled his ipod out of his pocket.
'Back to my old-fashioned sex-fantasy-free winding down,' he thought to himself. He spent a few seconds scrolling through his playlist before finally settling on a track, and leaned his head back against the couch.
He was just starting to relax when he heard a soft tapping sound. “Seriously.. what the fuck?” he muttered to himself, pulling out his ear buds and flashing a quizzical look towards the trailer door.
There was the tapping again, and this time an accompanying “Zach..?”
For the second time that evening Zachary launched himself off the couch, and made his way towards the trailer door. He opened it an inch and peered out, only to come eye-to-eye with Chris Pine peering in at him.
“Can I come in? Again..?” Chris asked with a smirk.
Zach rolled his eyes and opened the door fully, before turning quickly and making his way back to the couch. Chris entered the trailer, kicked off his shoes, and cut across the room, perching himself carefully on the arm of a chair.
“Look man.. I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out, and I knew you were in here. I just figured you were napping.” Despite the amused gleam in Chris's eye, the remorse in his voice came through quite clearly.
Zach shrugged and attempted to laugh it off. “It's fine..” He stated. “I was just trying to relax.”
Chris laughed awkwardly in response. “Yeah, I know what you're saying. Long days on set. Sometimes it's the best way to relax.”
The two men finally made eye contact and laughed. Chris stretched out his foot to poke Zachary's knee.
“So what were you thinking about?” He asked quite innocently. “Zoe? The set extras in their little skirts? No wait, that's what I think of.. Was it Eric Bana? I've got the biggest man-crush on him” Chris laughed to himself.
Zach felt his face flush.
“Uh.. It was.. I mean, nothing specific.” He lied, stumbling over his words.
Chris furrowed his brow and looked at Zach with confusion. “Nothing specific?” He spat with a smirk. “You seemed pretty damn into it for it to have been nothing specific..”
Zach glanced at the floor and made a lame attempt at changing the subject, “So what parts of the set did you want to check out tonight?”
Chris shook his head. “Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy!” He laughed. “I just barged in on you with your dick in your hand, and I think you owe it to me to tell me what you were thinking of.”
Zach smirked, “I owe it to you? Why exactly?”
“Because I saw it! I'm a part of it now, so I think I deserve to know what was so great that you didn't even hear me banging at your door!” Chris was greatly amusing himself at this point, and Zach figured there was no use trying to delay the answer any further. If he knew one thing about Chris Pine, it was that he didn't give up once he'd set his mind to something.
Zach sighed and pinched between his eyes. “It was.. just a memory. Of a scene we filmed.”
Chris suddenly became very alert when he realized he was getting somewhere. “Oh yeah? Was it the scene on the Narada? With all the tattooed Romulans running around?”
“Need I remind you that my brother was one of those tattooed Romulans??” Zach responded with mock disgust. “So no, it wasn't that scene.”
Chris stared at him intently, “So dude, what scene was it?”
Zach sighed and turned to stare directly into Chris's eyes. “It was the scene on the bridge. When we fight...” His eyes widened as he gave Chris a slight nod, hoping to convey the message without actually having to admit it. Of course, this was pointless, as Chris just stared back at him blankly.
“When we fight..?” Chris repeated, trailing off in confusion.
“Yes, Christopher. When we fight. You and me. When I've just finished kicking your ass.. and you're flat out on your back.. Panting.” Zach nearly cringed as he said the last word.
It took a moment for the admission to register in Chris's brain, and Zach was almost amused as he saw the figurative light bulb go off over Chris's head.
“Ohhhhh.” Chris said slowly, as his eyes moved up to meet Zachary's.
Zach suddenly felt the need to try to smooth things over, to make things less awkward. “Don't worry about it, it's just a silly visualization. Probably a weird offshoot of all those Spork Power jokes.” He forced out a laugh, and flashed a crooked smile in Chris's direction. He waited for Chris to respond, pleading with him silently to understand and not be freaked out.
Finally, Chris stood and slowly started pacing the small room. “You were thinking about me..?” He mumbled with a confused tone. “Me?”
Zach began stumbling over his words in an attempt to fix the situation: “Chris, look, it's cool. It's fine. Don't let this change anything. Don't freak out. Please. It was stupid. Just.. not important. Doesn't mean anything. Please.” Zach could feel his face burning hot. As he made a motion to stand, Chris suddenly made a bee-line for the couch.
He placed his hand on Zachary's chest and pushed him back towards the cushions. “No, sit. It's fine. I'm just trying to comprehend what you said,” Chris stated calmly.
He sat down next to Zach, and they stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Finally Zach broke the silence with a whisper, “It doesn't mean anything Chris. Please don't freak out.”
Chris finally laughed. “Oh for fuck sake, Zach, stop saying that. I'm not freaked out. I'm just shocked that I'd be the object of your fantasy. I mean, me? Seriously?”
Zach raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you. You're an attractive man, Christopher.”
Chris laughed again, “Well so are you, Zachary. More so than me, I'd say. That's why I'm surprised.”
They stared at each other in amusement, neither one really sure of what to say.
Finally Zach broke the silence, “So, how about getting up to some mischief on the set? Wanna toilet paper Karl's trailer?”
Chris stared at him, but didn't respond.
Zach continued, “We could fill JJ's desk with frozen shaving cream containers. I saw this video on YouTube, it was hilarious..”
He was struggling to think up another ridiculously juvenile prank, when he was taken off guard by Chris Pine's lips meeting with his own. His knee-jerk reaction was to pull back and push Chris away in surprise. Zach stared at Chris, his eyes wide and questioning.
“I think I'd rather stay here, actually..” Chris said calmly, raising his hand to touch the back of Zach's neck and pull him in closer.
Their lips met again. Chris's lips were full and wet, and like a teenager he mashed them into Zachary's, before easing off and opening his mouth. Zach felt the slippery wet tongue flit across his lips, and briefly enter his mouth. His own tongue flitted back in response, an action he seemed unable to control.
He allowed himself to enjoy the kiss for a moment, before pulling back again. Chris sighed, seemingly disappointed by the separation, and Zachary looked down at Chris's pleading lips which were becoming increasingly pink.
“What're you doing?” he asked Chris with a questioning gaze. “What is this?”
Chris moved a little closer to him on the couch. “What do you think it is? I'm trying to make your fantasy a reality.”
Zach laughed and rolled his eyes, “That is ridiculously corny.”
Chris smiled at him. “Zach, just shut up and try to enjoy it.” Reaching his hand around the back of Zachary's neck, Chris pulled him in for another kiss.
Zach soon found himself in a reclined position on the couch, being slightly crushed by the weight of Chris on top of him. They were intertwined, a mess of lanky arms and legs, lips and tongues connecting, a sense of breathlessness, and longing. While Zachary had fantasized about this countless times, he was surprised by the sense of need in Chris, and the rushed feeling of the whole situation. It was as if they were finally getting what they'd both been wanting for a long time.
As they kissed, Chris reached his hand up and managed to tug his shirt off in one go. Zach allowed his hands to move up Chris's body, starting at his waist, and slowly moving across his stomach and up his chest. Their kisses became more frantic, and Chris tugged at Zachary's shirt. He managed to pull up the right side and, breaking his mouth away from Zachary's for a moment, pressed his tongue to Zach's nipple and licked. Zach jolted at the friction, and grasped the back of Chris's head, pressing the hot mouth closer.
As Chris's tongue worked frantically at Zach's nipple, he managed to force Zachary's shirt off. His mouth moved across to the other nipple before he dragged his tongue down Zach's torso, across the dusting of hair on his stomach, and down to the hipbones that peaked out just above his belt. Chris looked up at Zachary with a smirk, before trailing his tongue across Zach's hipbones, causing Zach's hips to buck wildly towards him.
Chris began palming Zachary's cock through his jeans, and he gave Zach a devilish grin when he felt the precum begin leaking through the material. Despite his desire, Zachary found himself unable to be of much use to Chris. He was mostly just lips and tongue, and grasping hands. Fortunately this undoing of Zachary seemed to simply fuel Chris's fire. He undid Zach's belt and yanked it out of its loops. While unbuttoning the jeans, Chris stared directly at Zach, anxious, but also trying to prolong the anticipation. He reached down with his right hand to undo the zipper, while still palming Zach's erection with his left hand.
When Zachary's jeans were finally undone, he shifted his body with the intention of making them easier to remove. “No” Chris said suddenly. “Don't help.” He reached inside Zach's pants and ran his hand over Zachary's balls, before grasping his cock and pulling it out. Zach gasped at the touch, and then again as his erection met the open air.
He felt a brief sense of disappointment as Chris let go of his cock. The disappointment didn't last, however, as he watched Chris run his hands down his own body as he began removing his jeans. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and kicked them off quickly. Zach's eyes widened when he caught sight of Chris's bulge through his shorts. Still not touching Zachary, but maintaining eye contact, Chris splayed his right hand across his chest while reaching his left hand down to rub himself through his boxers.
Zach's own erection still straining for contact, he watched while Chris reached into his shorts and yanked out his impressive cock. Chris placed his right hand on Zachary's hip, and began stroking himself. He had made sure to place himself mere inches above Zach's own cock, a fact of which Zachary Quinto had become painfully aware.
“Chris, please..” He begged.
“Wait.” Chris answered. “Just wait.”
Chris ran his hand along his cock, moving quickly and repeatedly over the top, his fingers and shaft soon glistening with precum. As he seemed ready to reach his climax he suddenly stopped and leaned over across Zachary. Their mouths smashing together, Zachary felt himself jolt as Chris's cock made contact with his own. His hands flew up to grasp Chris's face and shoulders and neck, and pull him closer. Their tongues continued darting around each other, until finally Chris reached down and clasped his hand around Zachary's aching cock.
Zach's head fell back and he moaned as Chris began stroking, and then clasped their cocks together and began pumping them in one slick motion. Chris moved his lips back to Zachary's open mouth, and it was then that Zach realized..
Chris was panting.
Zach bucked his hips into Chris's as Chris pumped them together and they panted breathlessly into each other's mouths. Zach's hands moved down to grasp Chris's sides, and as he felt himself reaching his climax his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Chris's ass.
“Fuck.. Chrisssssssssss...” Zachary moaned as he came.
Chris smiled into Zach's mouth as he reached his own climax, and finally slumped down against Zachary.
For several minutes they just stayed there. Sticky and tired. Allowed their breathing to return to normal.
Finally Chris looked up at Zach. “How was that?”
Zach laughed. “What the hell do you think? Better than any stupid fantasy..”
Chris smiled again.
“So does that mean your Chris Pine masturbation fantasies are going to end?” Chris asked with a smirk.
Zach raised an eyebrow at him. “Not likely.. I think you've only added fuel to the fire.”
Chris laughed. “So what're you going to fantasize about now? Blowjobs? Fucking?”
Zach's eyes widened as he paused to consider.
“How about both?”
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Part 2: Waiting
Part 3: Just Enjoy It
Part 4: I Want It