Tag: Revelations

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Nothing special, just Chris Pine eating. Have a nice day.

I can’t resist adding a quote from Chapter 1 of Revelations:

Zach studied his friend.  “Are you really refusing food
when you’re obviously hungry?  Who are you and what have you done with
Chris Pine?”

Chris sat up, elbows resting on his knees.   He looked sort of miserable.

“Seriously, there are entire Tumblr memes dedicated to pictures of you chewing.  What’s going on?”

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—”

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.”