Tag: ato writes

Very Early Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I’m going to be out of cell range for the net few days, and earlier this week trekbedtimestories asked if anyone had any Spirk wedding written.  Well, I have stuff I wrote a year and a half ago and never published.  So I dusted it off and think I might pick it up again.  Here’s a little sample from the reception aboard the Enterprise:

The
music started, surprisingly festive — or at least not somber — compared to the
concert he’d heard on the planet.  And it
suddenly felt like a party.  People were standing
in groups talking and laughing while small bowls of iced fruit were being
passed around with tiny spoons —  savas
k’lvah Uhura had called it. Someone
placed a glass of champagne in Jim’s hand, and the weight of all the days of
preparation faded as he accepted well wishes from all corners.  Spock was beside him, focused on his own
conversation, when the sound of spoons clinking against the glass bowls started
up around the room.  

Spock’s
confusion was apparent.

“They
want us to kiss,” Jim leaned over to explain.
“It’s a tradition at Terran wedding receptions.”  When Spock merely raised an eyebrow, he
added, “They won’t stop unless we do it.”

Spock
turned to him, somewhat incredulously.  “They
are blackmailing us into exhibiting a public display of affection?” he asked.

“No,
no it’s just… well, yeah.  I guess you
could say that.  It’s just
tradition.  They’ll let it go if we give
in.”

Spock
looked skeptical, but as the clinking sped and was joined by whoops and
laughter, he looked at Jim with a resigned sigh and held up two fingers.

“I
don’t think this will work,” he chuckled as he lifted two fingers to meet
Spock’s in a Vulcan kiss.  

The
crowd stilled momentarily, but then the clinking resumed and chants of “Kiss! Kiss!”
echoed through the room.  Jim glanced
over at the Vulcans to see just how scandalized they were.  T’Pau’s expression was impossible interpret,
but both Sarek and Old Spock looked vaguely amused, their time spent around humans
clearly letting them know what was happening.
The others just looked mildly appalled, but really no more than usual.

Spock
stiffened beside him, and Jim decided enough was enough.  He held his hands up to get the crowd’s
attention and enforce a little decorum.
He was just opening his mouth to speak when Spock pulled him into a quick-if-not-entirely-chaste
kiss and then released him, stunned and breathless.

“We
will not be required to concede to that tradition again,” Spock said as
applause swelled.

Jim grinned, noting the green flush on Spock’s
ears.  “We’ll see.”

Few Words Wednesday

Excerpt from the final chapter of Revelations, which I posted last night:

“Let me take care of you.” His hand stroked the length of Zach’s
torso, over the panes of his chest and taut muscles of his abdomen. And
Zach realized one drawback of being the one doing the tying earlier is
that he suddenly felt touch starved. As amazing as it was to watch
Chris’ hands as he writhed against his bindings, Zach now craved Chris’
hands — his large, strong, dexterous hands. “What do you need?”

“This,” Zach said, feeling how true it felt in that moment. “More of this. I just need you.”

“Me you’ve got,” Chris whispered, moving more fully over Zach, elbows
planted on either side of his head, fingers curling into Zach’s hair,
lips finding Zach’s. They were lined up, lips to ankles, and Zach let
himself drink in Chris’ scent, the taste on his tongue, the strength in
his arms and his back as Zach’s hands pulled him closer, until there was
really no way to get closer. He was getting hard again, overwhelmed,
but this time in a good way. And Chris was perfect, leading him
expertly, offering just what he needed, and he just wanted more
of everything. More touch, more weight, more of Chris’ scent drowning
his senses. He spread his legs so Chris would sink into the V, pressing
their cocks together more fully, and yes, that was better, especially as
Chris started to rock. That was good, really good. For a few minutes it
was even enough. He groaned, surrendering, feeling Chris move over him.
And it was so good, but finally not enough. He was starved for Chris’ touch, even in places he’d never felt it. He spread his legs wider still, and Chris froze.

“Zach?”

“I want you.”

And whatever reaction he expected, it wasn’t Chris lowering his forehead to Zach’s and being deathly still.

“Unless you don’t want—”

“Of course I want it, Zach. I’ve wanted you for weeks. But not if you’re treating it like some sort of penance. Not if you think you’re making something up to me—”

I have no idea why

but ao3feed-pinto​ doesn’t seem to find my Revelations postings.

So here is my own version.

Revelations, Part 2 of Jumping into the Middle.   

    

Now that Chris and Zach have gotten past their assumptions about each other, there is much to discover…

Fandom: Star Trek RPF, Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto

Tags: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Bisexual Male  Character, Gay Male Character, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Rimming, Conversations, Family Angst, Not-so-light Bondage, Shaving, Anal Plug, relationship with a Big R

Published: 2014-07-22

Completed: 2015-07-08

Words: 31627

Chapters: 15/15

Replies

semper-ama replied to your post:

Writing Meme

Wow,
I had no idea you used to write Twilight fic! Totally not judging
though. I think a lot of us have some skeletons in our fandom closets.
😉 And sometimes bad source material makes for better fic!

Well, I think most fans would consider the RPF to be the “skeletons” in my closet, which is actually part of why I post my Pinto anon.  And despite the fact that I agree that 90% of the twific, and almost all of the All Human twific (they were vampires, assholes) is crap, I’m actually really proud of the fanfic I wrote over there.  ‘Prelude in C’ and ‘Intermezzo in E Minor’ are both quite serious character explorations, and ‘Intervention’ is basically every kink you’ve ever thought of in one story, just to get it all off my chest {”kinkapalooza!” was the working title).  Speaking of bad source material, one of my biggest frustrations in writing Prelude was the fact that SM had clearly done NO RESEARCH.  Just Googling shit I found problems in her timeline/details.  I was doing research, but also trying to stay completely consistent with canon.  What a tightrope to walk!  I had to fudge in a few places…

Writing Meme

I was tagged by semper-ama ❤

First fic you ever wrote:
I started writing fanfic in the Twilight fandom (waits for the
collective groan).  Basically, SM did two things to make me want to
write with a few of her characters.  First, she started a version of
Twilight from Edward’s POV, and then NEVER FINISHED IT.  So duh, that
had to happen.  He’s actually way more interesting than Bella, and it
was a better book, and then it stopped.  I found a fanfic that did a
decent job finishing it, but there was a gap between where Midnight Sun
ended and the fanfic picked up.  So my first fic, very originally named Midnight Sun Bridge, filled that gap.

Best fic you ever wrote:
The other thing SM did was create all these really interesting
characters (not Bella) and then do almost nothing with them.  What a
waste.  So my best fic is probably Prelude in C.
It actually won some fandom awards.  It’s also Twilight.  Basically,
we’re told that Carlisle is a completely solitary figure who hates what
he’s become for several hundred years, turns Edward, and then within 100
years is the head of a family of 7.  That’s a hell of a character
transformation, and I really wanted to figure it out.  It was fun, LONG,
and full of historic research and lots and LOTS of music.  It even had a
playlist associated with it that I now need to recreate because the
website disappeared a few months ago.  I’ve done a crappy job of
migrating it over to AO3, but when I do I intend to have the music and
historic photos embedded in the chapters.

Most popular fic you ever wrote: Among Pinto fics, definitely A Bleary, Hopeful Shade of Blue, with 9978 hits.  It’s blown out of the water, though, by both Prelude in C, with 87,708 “views”, and Intervention: A TwiKinkFest Entry in Five Parts, with 83,896 “views”.  To be fair, though, those are both older fics, in a much larger fandom.

Most unappreciated fic you ever wrote: Definitely Brokenhearted, with only 24 kudos.  Maybe people thought it was in poor taste…

Fave fic kinks:
My favorite trope is friends to lovers/first time.  My favorite kink is
bondage.  I’ve explored both in my Pinto writing as well as previous
fandoms.

Fave fic writing process: I like dialog.  And I
like figuring out how a character gets from one state of being to
another…what has to happen to facilitate those changes.  That’s
basically how I plot stories.  It’s all character driven, and getting
them from emotional state A to emotional state Z via B, C, D, etc.

Physically,
I have to borrow time to write from various moments of my life, so I
often write on the train with one thumb on my phone.  It makes for
interesting editing later.

Longest fic you ever wrote: Prelude in C.  243,604 words and 3 years of my life.

Funniest fic you ever wrote: Hmmm.  Not sure.  I have funny moments in my fics, but they are rarely all funny.  I suppose either “Let Me Call You…”, a Spirk Valentine’s Day short, or Pictures with Santa from the Bleary!verse.

Quote a line from your fic: “And in the face of a happy baby, the mightiest of activists will toss
their righteous indignation aside and bend their ethics into
animal-named yoga poses.“ from Pictures with Santa.

If you could rec only one fic it would be:
Well, I love tons of Pinto fics, but you all already know them.  In
terms of things I go back and reread over and over… Probably Home,
an abandoned Spirk reboot fic that I still have dreams of finishing one
day since the author seems long gone.  I actually have something like
30k words sitting in a Word doc waiting for me to get back to it.  I
also have johnlock faves and this gorgeous Aragorn/Faramir that makes me want to go play in that sandbox… but you all will probably like the Spirk the best.

I’ll tag… who’s left?  loves-pie, scifishipper, nixsducky, geiszlerandgaila, nostalgia-in-starlight,
and anyone else who wants to do it.  I’m honestly really bad at
remembering which of you write, so if you don’t, please forgive me and
ignore.  Of if you just don’t want to… that works too.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

More of the next (last?) chapter of Revelations:

Chris kissed him, and Zach felt himself react, both to the reassurance of Chris’ words and the comfort of his touch.  And of course it was sexy to be told how much Chris liked what he’d done.  It helped put Zach’s crisis of confidence in perspective.  He hadn’t damaged their relationship, and that was a relief.  He hadn’t hurt Chris in any way he deemed significant.  That meant all that was left was his disquiet with his own reactions.  

“I liked it,” he blurted into a kiss.  “Seeing you like that, having you in my control.  It wasn’t just arousing.  I mean, it was arousing, but there was this… this rush I got from the control.  From positioning you and holding you down, and making you wait and watching you writhe and…”  He couldn’t go on, closing his eyes, aroused again just from thinking about it, but also feeling shame or fear or something…

“Good,” Chris whispered between kisses.  “I’m glad you liked it.  Just imagine,” he said quickly as Zach started to grumble, “just think about what it would be like for me if you didn’t.  If I were getting off on you tying me down and playing with me, and you were just sort of tolerating it to humor me.  That would be pathetic.  Humiliating.  But if you like it, then it’s hot.  Then it’s satisfying a need for both of us.  A desire, at least.  A fantasy.”  Chris kissed him again, and he returned it distractedly, contemplating Chris’ words.  He hadn’t really considered that.  That Zach wanting to dominate Chris was no worse really than Chris wanting to be dominated… and yes, he knew they both found their roles hot in theory while watching videos on the sofa, but actually doing it — actually making those fantasies a reality, even for a few hours — it was scary, but if it was mutual, could it really be bad?  

“Look, it would be different if you wanted to keep me as a sex slave all the time.  If this were the only dynamic between us, then yeah, maybe it would mean something was off.  Or if you actually wanted to hurt me, and not just heighten my sexual experience.  But it’s not.  We are equals in this relationship.  We are lovers, and friends, and partners, and colleagues.  We take care of each other in so many ways.  Let’s just add this one to all the others.  Sometimes I cook for you, sometimes you give me a massage, sometimes I hold you on the sofa while we watch a film, sometimes you tie me to the bed and keep me on the edge of orgasm until I forget the English language.”

FINISH IT!!!!!

ato-the-bean:

Yeah, I know… literally I couldn’t decide if they would dance…I even knew the song I would use, but couldn’t sort out if Spock would be comfortable dancing and touching hands in front of the Vulcan guests.  I think I finally decided YES, but then I’d lost all my momentum and started writing Pinto… I have 30k words I haven’t published on it.

trekbedtimestories said: I don’t think anyone has ever really written this. Not really. (heart eyes) do I need to bake you cookies?!

Cookies, whiskey… you know, whatever.  Mostly I just need to read what I have, find a beta reader, and get moving on it again.  But I also have Pinto to write, and I also have to run it by the person who started the story and abandoned it.  So there are obstacles…