Lips
He’s eating a beignet, the powdered sugar piled at least a half inch high
on top, so naturally some of it has come off on his lips. A thick smear of it
adorns his philtrum like snow on the mountains, some of it slowly dissolving
against the moisture of his lips as he chews. Philtrum—Zach knows what it’s called because he looked it up in an
anatomy text once. It’s the vertical groove that extends from the nose to the
upper lip; Chris’s is unusually wide and deep, due to the width of his mouth,
and Zach has been obsessed with it since the day they met.He’s seen that precious divot filled with sweat, milk, facial hair of
course, and on one inauspicious occasion, blood from a nosebleed. The powdered
sugar reminds Zach of other things
he’d like to see there and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.“More coffee?” he offers, leaning forward as he strategically rearranges the
napkin in his lap. They’re sitting in an outdoor cafe in New Orleans, taking
the time for a leisurely breakfast before press commitments take them away.“Mm!” Chris replies enthusiastically in the positive, pushing his cup
forward. Zach pours from the pot the waitress had brought them when they were
seated. Chris lifts the cup from above, his hand dwarfing it, sipping of it
deeply as he closes his eyes blissfully and moans as he swallows the hot liquid.
Zach needs another napkin.Breakfast continues on in a similar vein, Zach suffering the whole while.
They eventually have to leave. Zach pays and follows the winding route Chris
took through the packed cafe out to the street. When he finds him, Chris is
obligingly signing autographs. Chris breaks off as soon as he sees Zach, and
comes bounding over like an adolescent golden retriever.“Hey! Ready to get going?” Chris says.
A dusting of powdered sugar remains on his upper lip and Zach can’t take
his eyes off it. “Yeah, I, um, what do you say to walking over to the studio?”“Yeah, sure, that sounds great.”
“Cool—I feel like I haven’t, um, gotten much exercise—“
Chris frowns. “Is there something on my mouth?” He wipes at it self-consciously,
still missing the sugar.“I’d like to be,” Zach murmurs without thinking.
Chris hasn’t seemed to notice. “I can never seem to notice it. Katie makes
fun of me all the time. Wait, what?”Their eyes meet. “Nothing.”
“You said something.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You said you’d like to be. Like to be what? On my mouth? Is that what
you meant, because if it is—“Before he knows what he’s doing, because he needs to take this chance now—and
OK yeah partly to shut Chris up—Zach leans forward and kisses him. He can taste
the sugar on Chris’s mouth, and the coffee on his breath, and his astonishment in
the lack of response. He pulls away with a heartfelt, “Sorry!”“Sorry for what?” Chris asks, looking kind of dazed.
“What I just did.”
“Oh. Are you really?”
“Only if you want me to be.”
“Don’t think I do, but let’s be sure.” Chris slides a hand around the
back of Zach’s neck and pulls him closer. Their second kiss is deeper, more
soulful. Zach has to lock his knees to keep standing. “Nope, pretty sure I am
going to want a lot more of that,” Chris says before kissing Zach again.
Tag: rabidchild67
Several Sentence Sunday
In the home stretch kind of – dead!Chris is still dead
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Chris found Zach lying on his back in bed with arms
outstretched, as if beckoning for sleep to come. After ten minutes, he sat up
with a frustrated sigh. “This shit is not working. Leave it to Miles to score
sleeping pills as useless as he is.”“That’s unkind,” Chris said.
“You’re right, he had many winning qualities. And a pretty sweet
ass.” Zach giggled and moved to the edge of the bed. “Sweet ass.” He reached
for the drawer of the nightstand and over compensated, only just preventing
himself from falling on the floor. “Whoa. Trippy.”“Wait a minute, can you hear me? Are we having a
conversation right now?”“Of course we are having a conversation right now, Dream-Chris,
God!” Zach shook his head and smiled loopily as he finally got the drawer open and
reached inside for a bottle of lube. “There we go, yeah.” He rolled back onto
the bed he wrong way around, with his feet resting on the pillows. He fumbled
the baggy gym shorts he’d taken to wearing lately down his hips, pulled his
dick out, and squirted way too much lube into the palm of his hand. “Haven’t
much felt like doing this lately,” he muttered as he tugged at himself
inexpertly.Chris looked down on him from where he was standing at the
foot of the bed. His heart hammered in his chest—was this really happening? “You
can see and hear me.”Zach rolled his eyes. “You know, as psychotic delusions go,
you’re kind of dumb, Pine. Of course I can see and hear you—you’re there every
night.”“I am not a delusion.”
“Whatever, OK? Now don’t distract me, I’m in the middle of
something here.”“Are you really sure jerking off is the right thing to do
after taking a sleeping pill, Zachary? Zach? Hey! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Chris
muttered as he realized Zach had fallen asleep with his limp dick in his hand.
Have you watched the TOS? And if so, what kind of character do you like most? Actor character
Nonny, I started watching Trek a million years ago, before the invention of movable type, when dinosaurs roamed the earth. I was a wee lass and would watch it in reruns when that ran at night at 11:00 (only in the summer, of course). I am ngl, my fave has always been Spock. I had a huge pre-pubescent crush on Leonard Nimoy and actually taught myself how to raise my eyebrows independently (a “skill” I still possess btw–people freak out all the time).
I even remember that ridiculous Star Trek light-up helmet thing, and I had a toy phaser that shot out these plastic checker-shaped things that fucking stung if they hit your bare flesh (holy shit i found it online!). I used to whip them at my little brother all the time. The only drawback was it only came with like twelve of them, so they were quickly lost (though the little plastic discs from my church’s Bingo worked, even if they weren’t heavy enough to leave a welt on my brother). I even had a communicator, which was really a walkie-talkie, though the range on them was pretty lame. I acquired all this loot at our local five-and-dime, because it was the 1970s and that’s where old toys went to die, and I think the phaser was like 89 cents. I remember having a bunch of puzzles and coloring books too. Lucky me though! Wish I still had them.
So anyway, you can imagine my utter JOY when the reboot was announced, and Zachary was cast as Spock. I was already a fan of his from Heroes, and I have always thought him utterly perfect in that role.
*whispers so softly i cant even hear myself* I bet Chris is the kinda guy that touches himself all over forever when he masturbates. Like he’s all about touching his own thighs.
Whhhhhyyyyyyy would you do this to me? Why would you put this image in my head? *distressed noises*
Really though, headcanon accepted. He doesn’t just jump right in and go for the gold. He has to work himself up to it, touching his chest and rubbing his nipples and stroking his thighs (and summoning up his favorite Zach fantasy to fixate on, of course). Mmmm, yes. Yes good.
so who’s writing the blindfolded, tied up pie fic where zach makes him come by touching everything BUT his dick?
RC I swear to fucking god
I volunteer as tribute!
GO, ATO, GO. 😀
ATO I’M GONNA SCREAM
Working now…will write this weekend. Also, someone needs to help me finish PBB.
A beginning (for rabidchild67, vulcan-science, and semper-ama)
He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, Zach realizes, watching Chris’ thumb rub idle circles in his leg as he reads. Rather high on his leg. Zach shifts in his seat, and Chris raises his head absently and sets it back down on Zach’s lap when he’s settled, turning the page and then setting his hand back on his thigh.
It’s been nearly an hour of this subtle torture, and at this point Zach’s forgotten what he’s even trying to read. A night in, Chris had said. He get’s cranky going out every night in a strange town. They have this beautiful suite with a view of the city skyline from the sofa, and Chris just wants to stay in and relax and enjoy a quiet evening. So Zach is sitting on the couch with Chris sprawled out to his right, and he’s trying to be a good boyfriend and let Chris have his quiet.
It’s just… Chris is so damned physical. His hands are moving all the time. And they’re sensual, and he knows exactly how they feel on his own skin, and he’s very curious about the places Chris touches himself when he’s not thinking about it. It’s hard to look away.
He tries to focus on a paragraph for the third time, but the soft scratching on Chris’ jeans is relentless. It’s rhythmic. Mesmerizing. He steals a look at Chris’ wandering thumb and the slight bulge in his pants, and grips the back of the sofa so he won’t still the maddening, circling digit. Chris’ mind seems completely absorbed in what he’s reading, even if his body is having its way with itself.
His book. He shakes his head to refocus. He likes this book; it shouldn’t be so hard to actually absorb what he’s reading. He finds his place at the top of the page again, gets two lines in when Chris turns the page of his book and then lets his hand fall to his chest. And now fingers are absently drifting up and down his chest, and Jesus Christ, the man is a fucking menace, nipples starting to show through his thin t-shirt, breath deepening so Zach can feel each inhale where they touch. The idea that they will get any reading done in this hotel suite is comical. Or rather, that he will get any reading done. Chris is managing just fine. Chris is reading and fondling himself and inadvertently rendering Zach stupid and aroused. Zach sets his book down on the arm of the sofa.
“Are you reading porn?”
“What?” Chris asks, lowering his book and looking up at Zach. “No. It’s poetry.”
Of course it is. Chris has an intimate relationship with words, after all. This shouldn’t be surprising. “You’re hard. And you’re fondling yourself. Which has me hard.”
Chris’ eyebrows raise.
“You’re not reading?”
“Oh, I am,” Zach answers. “Just… not my book. You’re not allowed to use this anymore,” he adds, taking the offending hand a pulling it across his lap, over Chris’ head. “Keep reading if you want to, but I’ll be the one fondling you.”
Holiday Post, Chapter 11
Fandom/Pairing: Pinto
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Holidays, slow-build, friends-to-lovers, implied incest (among OCs), pining
Word count: Chapter: ~3,900; Work: ~29,000
Story Summary: A year in holidays, Pinto-style. This story will be updated the day after each holiday in the coming year: Christmas, New Year’s, Valentine’s, Easter – you get the idea.
Chapter Summary:
Filming
of Star Trek Beyond wraps and Chris can’t wait to go home. Unfortunately,
something forces his hand.Read it on the AO3:
Chapter 11
Full Story
I just want to offer props to rabidchild67, who has posted an enormous amount of fic this weekend. I love RC for it, despite the condition of our collective hearts.
Snippet Saturday
Back to working on Captive Pinto:
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“What are you doing?”
“Practicing what you taught me last night,” Chris said, pushing
the bedclothes down and grasping my morning-hardened
member. My flesh leapt at his touch, and he bent his head down, eager mouth
straining to engulf me.“Watch the teeth, or I will have you flogged,” I warned, my
cracking voice making the threat unconvincing.Merry eyes looked up at me, and he returned to his task,
attempting to put into practice that which I had shown him the night before.
Concentration on the mechanics of it was evident in his every motion, which didn’t
make him very good—not yet. But as it had been some time since anyone had paid
me such attention—Lord Nimoy was more interested in watching me solve puzzles
or read him poetry than in sexual congress with me—I found my body soon quickening to his
touch.“There are some men who would be flattered by that,” I said
to Chris as he choked, attempting to swallow the length of me as I had done
with him before. There were tears in his eyes and his face was reddening. “But
please do not…” I paused as he complied, increasing suction on the sensitive
head of my prick, “do not huh-hurt your… oh!”I flung an arm up to cover my eyes as I felt my body succumb
too soon, emptying all I had into the warmth of his inviting mouth.I lay there a moment, trembling from the effects and the
force of my reaction, when the gagging and coughing of my bed partner forced my attention upon him once more. “You may spit it out,” I offered. “I
will not be insulted. There you are, use the bedding, the servants will be in
soon enough.”
AU Moments | Zach & Chris spend hours chatting on Skype
Who’s writing this? rabidchild67? semper-ama?
They look like they are each sitting in their mom’s kitchen…
I hope when it comes time for the Skype sex, they are no longer sitting in their mothers’ kitchens.
Yes, let’s hope they go to the basement rumpus room for that…
Now that gay marriage is legal in Nevada does that mean drunk straight dudes in Las Vegas can accidentally get married.
#’accidentally’#’suppose we have to spend the rest of our lives together now bro’
next? Like a fiction writer needs the SCOTUS to make this happen. Ahem.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2418848
Not that more of these wouldn’t be very, very welcome…
Few Words Wednesday
The next chapter of Courtship of Teddy’s Father is almost done. Here’s a taste:
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Anne stared anywhere but at Chris, brows furrowed and looking mildly distressed. He stepped back to wait for her to say what was on her mind.
“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” she asked his shoulder.
He…
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