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Zach, Kristen Bell, and Chris Pine, with David Anders. Dinner and dessert... and dessert. Part 2/2
[February 18, 2008. Crossposted tochris_pine]
[Takes place shortly after this.]
[Warning: Brownies. With pot.]
"Is it time for brownies?"
Chris snuggles up against Zachary's back, cheek on his shoulder. "Thanks for dinner, baby," he murmured.
"Is it time for brownies?"
"It was really delicious," Chris continues. "That lasagna was something else entirely. Your mom would be proud."
"Is it time for brownies? There are broooownieeees."
"Thank you, Chris--I'm really glad you liked it. And the salad was wonderful." It's as though they can't even hear that little voice in the background.
"Brownieeeeeees!"
"D'you think we should maybe eat her brownies?" Chris murmurs, nuzzling Zach's neck.
"I think if we don't, she's going to hurt us."
"Is it time for brownies now?"
"Y'know, pot tends to make me horny," Chris says.
"Seriously? You never mentioned that before," Zach says, looking back at Chris, very interested. "Do you think we need milk?"
"I totally think we need big glasses of milk for the pot brownies," Chris agrees.
"Boys! There are brownies!"
"Hey, Kristen?" Zach turns back to her. "When do you think we could actually have some of those brownies of yours?"
She throws a rolled-up napkin so that it bounces off his forehead.
Zach starts laughing. "I'll get the milk."
Kristen settles down rather a lot once they're all seated on the floor of Zach's living room, enjoying milk and the pot brownies. She's snuggled in between the boys, as she thinks is perfectly proper, and giggling at the way that Pansy keeps trying to get his nose in Chris's brownie.
"Pansy. Chocolate is not for puppies," Zach scolds. Again. For about the twelfth time.
Pansy lies down with his nose on Chris's shin.
"Hope springs eternal, huh, little dude?" Chris asks.
"Don't give him any, no matter how much he sucks up," Zach warns, reaching his arm around both of them and playing with Chris's hair.
"I know, baby," Chris says, looking over at him with a smile.
He smiles back at Chris, fiddling with his hair some more. "How's everyone been doing, Kristen? David keeping out of trouble?"
She looks at him. "David? Out of trouble? Is this the Twilight Zone?"
"That's... really a fair point. How about everyone else?"
"Nobody really changes," Kristen tells him. "It's all very much the same in Heroesland." Except for the part with Sendhil, but she's not going to mention him unless Zach asks specifically.
And Zach's not going to ask specifically. He can't. Especially not with Chris there. "Hayden's not going on any more save the whales trips, is she? I think Jack almost had a coronary last time."
"Not that she's told me," Kristen says. "And I almost had a coronary last time, too."
"I think we all did," Zach says, reaching for another brownie and breaking it in half, giving half to Chris. "I'd ask if Milo's gotten any more subtle, but I think that'd be as Twilight Zone as David out of trouble."
"Just about," Kristen agrees. She doesn't get any more brownies. She's had her fill. She rests her head on Zach's shoulder. "And Beth is even more beautiful."
"That torch just keeps on burning, doesn't it?" Zach says, gently ruffling her hair, then moving his hand back to Chris's.
Kristen sighs. "She's so dreamy."
"And you get to snuggle her when Jack brings her along, don't you?"
"I do! She snuggles so nice. It's the boobs." She nods wisely.
"Taking your word for it," Zach says immediately.
"Boobs are awesome," Kristen says.
"Still taking your word--and obvious experience, both as an owner and a fan--for it."
Kristen looks over at Chris. He shrugs helplessly. "I don't have a lot of experience, actually."
Her eyebrows pop up. "Gorgeous guy like you?"
"Thank you, and, well, I'm a lot dorkier and more awkward than I look."
"Huh." She clambers over onto Chris's lap, grabs his wrists, and puts his hands right on her breasts, and then she wriggles on him. "Huh."
"Huh?"
"Just a little more reaction I imagine I'd get from Zachary," she says with a sigh. "Shame. But, well, you're my best friend's boyfriend, so I imagine this is inappropriate." So she climbs off his lap, over Zach, and then settles at his side. "Your boyfriend is adorable."
Zach is still blinking at Kristen. "Did you actually just straddle him and get him to grope your boobs? Is there something special in the brownies besides what's already special in the brownies? Am I going to get called as a witness in Chris's sexual harassment case?"
"Sometimes they make me horny," Kristen says. "Pot and chocolate. Helloooo." She giggles.
"Weed always makes me horny," Chris murmurs.
"I still think you should have told me that sooner," Zach murmurs back, squishing in closer to Chris. "And no more having my... gentleman caller grope your breasts."
"Your boyfriend," Kristen says with a big grin.
Zach's cheeks go red. "Yes. My boyfriend."
"I knew it!" Kristen says triumphantly. "Your boyfriend. He's so cute, your boyfriend. Look at him. Soooo cute."
"I know he's cute. He's seriously cute. His hair doesn't mess up," Zach says, all confidential, and still all blushy.
"Really?" Kristen climbs over him again to reach out and try to muss Chris's hair.
"Heeey!" Chris says, squirming away from her. "Quit it."
"I thought if I admitted that I had a boyfriend and that he was it you'd stop with the groping!"
"It?" Chris says, pushing at Kristen's hands ineffectually. "I'm not an it!"
"No, you're not an 'it'. You're a boyfriend. Um." He suddenly realizes that Chris hasn't exactly signed off on this terminology. "Yes, right?"
"I'll be a French maid if this strange little creature would get out of my hair," Chris says.
Zach raises an eyebrow, then reaches over and bodily lifts Kristen off of Chris, pinning her on his lap. "Don't make me get out the cuffs."
"Ooh, kinky!" She giggles.
Chris runs his hands over his hair, trying to fix it even though not a single strand is out of place.
"Shh. Be good," Zach growls at her, holding on tighter. So much trouble, honestly.
"I am good," she says, squirming to get free.
"Oh, lies and fabrications. I'll call David and ask."
"I'm always a good girl," she insists.
"Actually? I won't ask. I don't think I want to know," Zach admits, letting her go.
She giggles and crawls over to Chris again.
"Noooo," he says, trying to push her away without groping anything he shouldn't.
"Kristen..." Zach growls again, pulling out the dom 'tone' without even thinking about it.
Chris and Kristen both look at him, stunned into silence.
He blinks back at them. "What?"
"Nothing," they say at the same time.
"Oh. Good," Zach decides. "I need more milk."
"I can't get it, I have Kristen on me," Chris says.
"I can't get it, I'm attached to Chris," says Kristen.
Zach looks at Chris, looks at Kristen, and looks back at Chris, then very warily gets up to head for the kitchen.
"I miss you already, baby," Chris calls after him.
"Don't eat Chris while I'm gone," Zach warns Kristen.
"Why?"
"Because there's still brownies, and there's popsicles in the freezer."
"I like popsicles," Chris says, loudly.
"I'm gonna run out of hands here," Zach calls. "Do we want popsicles or milk?"
"Do you have fudgesicles?" Kristen asks.
"Um..." there's a rustling sound from the freezer, "actually, yes."
"I want one!" Kristen exclaims.
"Me too!" Chris says.
"Okay, cancel the milk, bring on the fudgesicles, and if we all get zingy off the chocolate, I think that's allowed," Zach says, coming back with three fudgesicles in his hands. Kristen gets hers first. She's not known for her patience.
She crawls onto his lap to eat it, facing Chris with her feet on his lap. "So Christopher," she says, between licks, "are you happy being Zachary's boyfriend?"
"Er. Yes."
"You don't sound sure."
"I am sure."
"You don't sound it."
"I'm really, really sure."
"Maybe he's just not quite sure about being grilled by a tiny fudgesicle eating stoned pixie. I'm just guessing," Zach says.
"I'm not stoned," Kristen protests. "Oh, wait. Yeah, I totally am."
"I was gonna say... I saw how many brownies you had," Zach teases.
"I had lots," Kristen says with a great big smile. "So did Chris. Are you still horny, Chris?"
Chris mumbles around his fudgesicle.
Zach peers over at Chris and grins. Uh huh. He totally is.
Chris blushes. "Hate you both," he mumbles.
"Do not," Zach says, sucking on his popsicle stick.
Chris sighs. "No, I don't. You give me brownies and chocolate and things."
"Uh huh. Things." Okay, so maybe pot makes Zach horny too.
"Yeah," Chris agrees, "things."
"Oh my god, get a room, you two," Kristen complains, crawling over Zach to get onto the couch behind him.
"We have a room. We have a whole house, actually, but we also have company," Zach says.
"Yes, and I shouldn't drive home, but I think your boyfriend wants to do you up the bum."
"Ohmygod." Zach closes his eyes and looks horrified.
"What?"
Chris has suddenly become very interested in the way that his fudgesicle is melting. It's entirely possible he didn't even hear Kristen.
"I'm not talking about that with you! I'm... David. We should call David. And baby, you're gonna get fudgesicle on Pansy," Zach says. Ooh. Melting. Nice.
"Huh?" Chris blinks, then smiles and licks his fudgesicle in an entirely lewd way as he looks at Zach.
"Oh yeah, the butt sex is imminent," Kristen says, and pulls out her Blackberry. She flips through to David, sends the call, and puts the phone to her ear.
"Stop saying that!" Zach protests, getting distracted again by Chris's mouth. God... Chris's mouth.
"Kumquat! I thought you were corrupting Zach!" David says, answering the phone after the first ring.
"Uh huh," Kristen says, "I was, and now Zach and his boyfriend Chris are making eyes at each other like there should be someone's dick in someone else's ass and I think that's my cue and I was hoping that you could come over here, pick me up, and bring me back tomorrow to get my car 'cause we had pot brownies. I'll bring some brownies home for you, too."
"Hang on, wait, I think... dude, did you say Zach's got a boyfriend?" David's eyebrows met his hairline. "Coming over. Save me brownies." And David hangs up.
Kristen beams. "David's gonna come rescue me so you two can have hot sex."
"You're the one who brought the brownies," Zach tells, her, shifting closer to Chris and snuggling him up. "Your own fault."
"Oh, I'm not complaining, 'cause I'll be able to imagine all about what Chris is like in bed," she says, loftily, slipping her Blackberry back in its case after reading a text message from Hayden.
Zach blinks a few times. "With me or with you? Actually... I'm not sure which is worse for you to be imagining."
She giggles naughtily and doesn't answer.
Chris thinks Zach's ears are awesome. He leans in to suck on his earlobe.
He groans and leans closer to Chris. "She's imagining evil things, Chris."
"Mmhmm." Chris bites very gently.
"And David's coming to ..." Okay, that's becoming less and less important all the time. Chris smells like chocolate.
"He'll be here shortly," she says, her fingertips rubbing up and down over her belly as she watches the pretty, pretty boys.
"That. He'll be here... shortly," Zach mumbles.
Chris starts licking Zach's neck. Zach tastes good. Zach tastes really good.
Kristen props herself up on her elbow. They are so very pretty.
It's not like Zach hasn't done Things in front of girls before... he does have a club membership, and he has done stuff in public space, but... and then his brain doesn't get any further than 'but', because Chris's tongue is sliding over his skin and... God!
"Well, that's David," Kristen says, climbing off the couch a moment later. She casts a lingering look at Chris and Zach; Chris's hand is sliding up under Zach's shirt. "I'll just let myself out."
David doesn't bother to knock or wait--he just opens the door a few seconds later and takes a long, long look. "Well, damn," he murmurs.
"David!" Kristen squeals, pouncing on him. "Do you see the pretty? Isn't he pretty?"
"He is very pretty, and he looks very interested in your Zachary," David says, tilting his head and watching. "Or are they just ignoring us?"
"Little from column A, little from column B." Kristen has trouble getting into her shoes.
"Hang on, wasted one," David says, crouching down and helping her out. "There you go. So, should I introduce myself at another time, then?"
"Probably." Kristen digs about in her pocket and hands David her keys. "It's the key with the blue square top thingy. That one." She points. "For the door."
"Got it," David says, taking her keys, and offering her his arm. "Lets get you home... I'm sure we can think of better things to do once we're away from the pretty, pretty gay boys."
"Uh huh," she says. "And I'm sure I can get details later. Good night, pretty, pretty gay boys!" she calls out.
Chris is too distracted by Zach's stubble to respond.
And Zach is ignoring them. Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. Because then he can pretend that it's not happening, and focus on what Chris is doing. Which feels really, really good.
David laughs softly and guides Kristen out the door, locking it securely behind them.
"I want your dick down my throat," Chris whispers into Zach's ear.
"Oh fuck, Chris," Zach moans, reaching up and tugging at his hair. "Yes."
"Up on the couch?" Chris suggests. "Please?"
"We're not on the couch?" Zach blinks and looks around. "Huh."
"We're on the floor."
"We should be on the couch. That would be better." Zach starts to move, groaning as he stands, then reaching for Chris.
Chris shakes his head. "Gonna stay down here. On my knees."
Which is about when Zach's knees pretty much give out, and he ends up sitting on the edge of the couch, looking down at Chris. "Fuck."
Chris smiles up at him and reaches up to open his pants. "Later," he whispers, tugging down Zach's jeans and underwear and licking his lips as he eyes Zach's cock. "Fuck, yeah..."
"Yeah," Zach whispers back, reaching out and touching Chris's cheek, pushing his hand into his hair. "Chris..."
Chris presses closer, his hands on Zach's knees, and leans in to lick Zach's cock over and over again, like he had that fudgesicle. (He wonders what he did with the popsicle stick.) But this is better. Impossibly better. This is Zach. Nothing's better than Zach.
He really hopes they didn't leave any windows open because he is not currently capable of staying quiet. At all. Even a little bit. He moans, flopping back against the couch, hand still tight in Chris's hair.
Chris loves the way Zach touches his hair. It's just incredible. He loves the way Zach tugs on it, directs him, keeps him close when he's going down on him. It's so fucking hot that way. He pushes back against Zach's hand a moment, then moves forward again, taking Zach's cock into his mouth.
Zach doesn't push much--not much--and if Chris tried to pull away, he'd certainly let him, but he can tell that Chris likes it, likes feeling like he's held in place. Like the bit of control. He just has to be careful not to let it go too much to his head. He has to remember that this is Chris, not some boy.
If someone had ever tried to tell Chris how much he'd like sucking cock, he'd never have believed them. But now here he is, taking Zach's cock as far into his mouth as he can manage--and it's getting easier, all the time, to take him even deeper--and he outright moans when he pulls back for a moment to breathe, to open his eyes and look up at Zach, to lick his lips and smile wickedly. "You're so fucking hot," he says.
His fingers are still tight in Chris's hair as he stares down at him and watches him lick his lips, fighting for control that isn't gonna last all that long at all. "I'm hot? You're... fuck, I don't even know how to tell you what you look like but it's hot. Really hot." Maybe sometime there'll be mirrors.
Chris smiles up at him and licks his lips again. "I want you to come in my mouth," he says. "Think you can do that for me?"
"I think if you don't get your mouth back on my dick, I'm liable to come on your face," Zach admits. Okay. Saying that out loud? He was blaming the pot.
"Really?" Chris runs his hands up Zach's thighs, then curls his fingers around Zach's cock. "On my face?"
"Ohgod... Chris, I'm really close," Zach groans, closing his eyes tightly and trying to think of something that would turn him on slightly less. Wasn't working.
"Come for me, baby," Chris says, pressing in nice and close and licking over the head of Zach's dick. "Please. I want you to come for me. It's so fucking hot when you come."
And that's it for Zach. His eyes flash open, hips jerk up once, and he's coming, shuddering as he watches.
Chris gasps and closes his eyes, only opening them again when he's pretty sure Zach is done. He lifts his hand, drags his fingers over his cheek, then licks his fingers clean with a deep, deep moan.
"Ohmygod," Zach whispers, cock jerking one last time, even though he was beyond done. "You're... come up here--up on my lap," he whispers, tugging Chris's hair.
Chris climbs up onto Zach's lap with a grin. "Hi," he says.
"God, you look smug. And hot," Zach groans, tugging him closer and kissing him, tasting himself.
"I am smug," Chris replies. "I just made you come on my face."
"Yes, yes you did," Zach murmurs, unable to keep from grinning back at Chris.
Chris reaches for Zach's hand and draws it to the front of his pants. "And I'm so hot for you right now."
"Sure it's not still the pot?" Zach teases, pushing his hand against Chris's cock, then working on getting his zipper down.
"No, it's you, it's always you."
"What do you want? Just my hand?" Zach murmurs, sliding his hand around Chris's cock and starting to stroke him, nice and firmly. "Wanna come right here in my lap?"
Chris nods. "Please. Just like this. Feels so good."
Zach keeps going, his free hand sliding up along Chris's back, over his shoulders, touching his face, still sticky with Zach's come. "Gonna fuck you later," he promises.
Chris groans and rocks forward. "Love it when you fuck me. Love watching you. So fucking hot..."
"I've been thinking about it all evening... you with that damned fudgesicle, making me almost lose my mind," Zach growls.
How--how--is it so hot when Zach talks like that, growls at him? Chris shudders, closes his eyes, his fingers tighten on Zach's shoulders. "Want... want..."
"Later," Zach promises. "Later on, later tonight. Anything you want," he whispers. "Right now, I want you to come."
"Okay," Chris whispers. It's not hard, moments later, to come as he lets his head fall back and he cries out.
Zach doesn't stop moving his hand until he's completely sure that Chris is done, only then lifting his hand away, licking his fingers with a quiet groan.
Chris slumps against him. "You just... I... you're so... yeah."
"Mmm hmm," Zach murmurs, wrapping both arms around him. "You too."
"Yeah." Chris takes in a breath, lets it out slowly. "Take me to bed now."
Zach kisses him again, in absolutely no rush, then pulls away and smiles. "Bed. Now."
[February 18, 2008. Crossposted to
chris_pine][Takes place shortly after this.]
[Warning: Brownies. With pot.]
"Is it time for brownies?"
Chris snuggles up against Zachary's back, cheek on his shoulder. "Thanks for dinner, baby," he murmured.
"Is it time for brownies?"
"It was really delicious," Chris continues. "That lasagna was something else entirely. Your mom would be proud."
"Is it time for brownies? There are broooownieeees."
"Thank you, Chris--I'm really glad you liked it. And the salad was wonderful." It's as though they can't even hear that little voice in the background.
"Brownieeeeeees!"
"D'you think we should maybe eat her brownies?" Chris murmurs, nuzzling Zach's neck.
"I think if we don't, she's going to hurt us."
"Is it time for brownies now?"
"Y'know, pot tends to make me horny," Chris says.
"Seriously? You never mentioned that before," Zach says, looking back at Chris, very interested. "Do you think we need milk?"
"I totally think we need big glasses of milk for the pot brownies," Chris agrees.
"Boys! There are brownies!"
"Hey, Kristen?" Zach turns back to her. "When do you think we could actually have some of those brownies of yours?"
She throws a rolled-up napkin so that it bounces off his forehead.
Zach starts laughing. "I'll get the milk."
Kristen settles down rather a lot once they're all seated on the floor of Zach's living room, enjoying milk and the pot brownies. She's snuggled in between the boys, as she thinks is perfectly proper, and giggling at the way that Pansy keeps trying to get his nose in Chris's brownie.
"Pansy. Chocolate is not for puppies," Zach scolds. Again. For about the twelfth time.
Pansy lies down with his nose on Chris's shin.
"Hope springs eternal, huh, little dude?" Chris asks.
"Don't give him any, no matter how much he sucks up," Zach warns, reaching his arm around both of them and playing with Chris's hair.
"I know, baby," Chris says, looking over at him with a smile.
He smiles back at Chris, fiddling with his hair some more. "How's everyone been doing, Kristen? David keeping out of trouble?"
She looks at him. "David? Out of trouble? Is this the Twilight Zone?"
"That's... really a fair point. How about everyone else?"
"Nobody really changes," Kristen tells him. "It's all very much the same in Heroesland." Except for the part with Sendhil, but she's not going to mention him unless Zach asks specifically.
And Zach's not going to ask specifically. He can't. Especially not with Chris there. "Hayden's not going on any more save the whales trips, is she? I think Jack almost had a coronary last time."
"Not that she's told me," Kristen says. "And I almost had a coronary last time, too."
"I think we all did," Zach says, reaching for another brownie and breaking it in half, giving half to Chris. "I'd ask if Milo's gotten any more subtle, but I think that'd be as Twilight Zone as David out of trouble."
"Just about," Kristen agrees. She doesn't get any more brownies. She's had her fill. She rests her head on Zach's shoulder. "And Beth is even more beautiful."
"That torch just keeps on burning, doesn't it?" Zach says, gently ruffling her hair, then moving his hand back to Chris's.
Kristen sighs. "She's so dreamy."
"And you get to snuggle her when Jack brings her along, don't you?"
"I do! She snuggles so nice. It's the boobs." She nods wisely.
"Taking your word for it," Zach says immediately.
"Boobs are awesome," Kristen says.
"Still taking your word--and obvious experience, both as an owner and a fan--for it."
Kristen looks over at Chris. He shrugs helplessly. "I don't have a lot of experience, actually."
Her eyebrows pop up. "Gorgeous guy like you?"
"Thank you, and, well, I'm a lot dorkier and more awkward than I look."
"Huh." She clambers over onto Chris's lap, grabs his wrists, and puts his hands right on her breasts, and then she wriggles on him. "Huh."
"Huh?"
"Just a little more reaction I imagine I'd get from Zachary," she says with a sigh. "Shame. But, well, you're my best friend's boyfriend, so I imagine this is inappropriate." So she climbs off his lap, over Zach, and then settles at his side. "Your boyfriend is adorable."
Zach is still blinking at Kristen. "Did you actually just straddle him and get him to grope your boobs? Is there something special in the brownies besides what's already special in the brownies? Am I going to get called as a witness in Chris's sexual harassment case?"
"Sometimes they make me horny," Kristen says. "Pot and chocolate. Helloooo." She giggles.
"Weed always makes me horny," Chris murmurs.
"I still think you should have told me that sooner," Zach murmurs back, squishing in closer to Chris. "And no more having my... gentleman caller grope your breasts."
"Your boyfriend," Kristen says with a big grin.
Zach's cheeks go red. "Yes. My boyfriend."
"I knew it!" Kristen says triumphantly. "Your boyfriend. He's so cute, your boyfriend. Look at him. Soooo cute."
"I know he's cute. He's seriously cute. His hair doesn't mess up," Zach says, all confidential, and still all blushy.
"Really?" Kristen climbs over him again to reach out and try to muss Chris's hair.
"Heeey!" Chris says, squirming away from her. "Quit it."
"I thought if I admitted that I had a boyfriend and that he was it you'd stop with the groping!"
"It?" Chris says, pushing at Kristen's hands ineffectually. "I'm not an it!"
"No, you're not an 'it'. You're a boyfriend. Um." He suddenly realizes that Chris hasn't exactly signed off on this terminology. "Yes, right?"
"I'll be a French maid if this strange little creature would get out of my hair," Chris says.
Zach raises an eyebrow, then reaches over and bodily lifts Kristen off of Chris, pinning her on his lap. "Don't make me get out the cuffs."
"Ooh, kinky!" She giggles.
Chris runs his hands over his hair, trying to fix it even though not a single strand is out of place.
"Shh. Be good," Zach growls at her, holding on tighter. So much trouble, honestly.
"I am good," she says, squirming to get free.
"Oh, lies and fabrications. I'll call David and ask."
"I'm always a good girl," she insists.
"Actually? I won't ask. I don't think I want to know," Zach admits, letting her go.
She giggles and crawls over to Chris again.
"Noooo," he says, trying to push her away without groping anything he shouldn't.
"Kristen..." Zach growls again, pulling out the dom 'tone' without even thinking about it.
Chris and Kristen both look at him, stunned into silence.
He blinks back at them. "What?"
"Nothing," they say at the same time.
"Oh. Good," Zach decides. "I need more milk."
"I can't get it, I have Kristen on me," Chris says.
"I can't get it, I'm attached to Chris," says Kristen.
Zach looks at Chris, looks at Kristen, and looks back at Chris, then very warily gets up to head for the kitchen.
"I miss you already, baby," Chris calls after him.
"Don't eat Chris while I'm gone," Zach warns Kristen.
"Why?"
"Because there's still brownies, and there's popsicles in the freezer."
"I like popsicles," Chris says, loudly.
"I'm gonna run out of hands here," Zach calls. "Do we want popsicles or milk?"
"Do you have fudgesicles?" Kristen asks.
"Um..." there's a rustling sound from the freezer, "actually, yes."
"I want one!" Kristen exclaims.
"Me too!" Chris says.
"Okay, cancel the milk, bring on the fudgesicles, and if we all get zingy off the chocolate, I think that's allowed," Zach says, coming back with three fudgesicles in his hands. Kristen gets hers first. She's not known for her patience.
She crawls onto his lap to eat it, facing Chris with her feet on his lap. "So Christopher," she says, between licks, "are you happy being Zachary's boyfriend?"
"Er. Yes."
"You don't sound sure."
"I am sure."
"You don't sound it."
"I'm really, really sure."
"Maybe he's just not quite sure about being grilled by a tiny fudgesicle eating stoned pixie. I'm just guessing," Zach says.
"I'm not stoned," Kristen protests. "Oh, wait. Yeah, I totally am."
"I was gonna say... I saw how many brownies you had," Zach teases.
"I had lots," Kristen says with a great big smile. "So did Chris. Are you still horny, Chris?"
Chris mumbles around his fudgesicle.
Zach peers over at Chris and grins. Uh huh. He totally is.
Chris blushes. "Hate you both," he mumbles.
"Do not," Zach says, sucking on his popsicle stick.
Chris sighs. "No, I don't. You give me brownies and chocolate and things."
"Uh huh. Things." Okay, so maybe pot makes Zach horny too.
"Yeah," Chris agrees, "things."
"Oh my god, get a room, you two," Kristen complains, crawling over Zach to get onto the couch behind him.
"We have a room. We have a whole house, actually, but we also have company," Zach says.
"Yes, and I shouldn't drive home, but I think your boyfriend wants to do you up the bum."
"Ohmygod." Zach closes his eyes and looks horrified.
"What?"
Chris has suddenly become very interested in the way that his fudgesicle is melting. It's entirely possible he didn't even hear Kristen.
"I'm not talking about that with you! I'm... David. We should call David. And baby, you're gonna get fudgesicle on Pansy," Zach says. Ooh. Melting. Nice.
"Huh?" Chris blinks, then smiles and licks his fudgesicle in an entirely lewd way as he looks at Zach.
"Oh yeah, the butt sex is imminent," Kristen says, and pulls out her Blackberry. She flips through to David, sends the call, and puts the phone to her ear.
"Stop saying that!" Zach protests, getting distracted again by Chris's mouth. God... Chris's mouth.
"Kumquat! I thought you were corrupting Zach!" David says, answering the phone after the first ring.
"Uh huh," Kristen says, "I was, and now Zach and his boyfriend Chris are making eyes at each other like there should be someone's dick in someone else's ass and I think that's my cue and I was hoping that you could come over here, pick me up, and bring me back tomorrow to get my car 'cause we had pot brownies. I'll bring some brownies home for you, too."
"Hang on, wait, I think... dude, did you say Zach's got a boyfriend?" David's eyebrows met his hairline. "Coming over. Save me brownies." And David hangs up.
Kristen beams. "David's gonna come rescue me so you two can have hot sex."
"You're the one who brought the brownies," Zach tells, her, shifting closer to Chris and snuggling him up. "Your own fault."
"Oh, I'm not complaining, 'cause I'll be able to imagine all about what Chris is like in bed," she says, loftily, slipping her Blackberry back in its case after reading a text message from Hayden.
Zach blinks a few times. "With me or with you? Actually... I'm not sure which is worse for you to be imagining."
She giggles naughtily and doesn't answer.
Chris thinks Zach's ears are awesome. He leans in to suck on his earlobe.
He groans and leans closer to Chris. "She's imagining evil things, Chris."
"Mmhmm." Chris bites very gently.
"And David's coming to ..." Okay, that's becoming less and less important all the time. Chris smells like chocolate.
"He'll be here shortly," she says, her fingertips rubbing up and down over her belly as she watches the pretty, pretty boys.
"That. He'll be here... shortly," Zach mumbles.
Chris starts licking Zach's neck. Zach tastes good. Zach tastes really good.
Kristen props herself up on her elbow. They are so very pretty.
It's not like Zach hasn't done Things in front of girls before... he does have a club membership, and he has done stuff in public space, but... and then his brain doesn't get any further than 'but', because Chris's tongue is sliding over his skin and... God!
"Well, that's David," Kristen says, climbing off the couch a moment later. She casts a lingering look at Chris and Zach; Chris's hand is sliding up under Zach's shirt. "I'll just let myself out."
David doesn't bother to knock or wait--he just opens the door a few seconds later and takes a long, long look. "Well, damn," he murmurs.
"David!" Kristen squeals, pouncing on him. "Do you see the pretty? Isn't he pretty?"
"He is very pretty, and he looks very interested in your Zachary," David says, tilting his head and watching. "Or are they just ignoring us?"
"Little from column A, little from column B." Kristen has trouble getting into her shoes.
"Hang on, wasted one," David says, crouching down and helping her out. "There you go. So, should I introduce myself at another time, then?"
"Probably." Kristen digs about in her pocket and hands David her keys. "It's the key with the blue square top thingy. That one." She points. "For the door."
"Got it," David says, taking her keys, and offering her his arm. "Lets get you home... I'm sure we can think of better things to do once we're away from the pretty, pretty gay boys."
"Uh huh," she says. "And I'm sure I can get details later. Good night, pretty, pretty gay boys!" she calls out.
Chris is too distracted by Zach's stubble to respond.
And Zach is ignoring them. Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. Because then he can pretend that it's not happening, and focus on what Chris is doing. Which feels really, really good.
David laughs softly and guides Kristen out the door, locking it securely behind them.
"I want your dick down my throat," Chris whispers into Zach's ear.
"Oh fuck, Chris," Zach moans, reaching up and tugging at his hair. "Yes."
"Up on the couch?" Chris suggests. "Please?"
"We're not on the couch?" Zach blinks and looks around. "Huh."
"We're on the floor."
"We should be on the couch. That would be better." Zach starts to move, groaning as he stands, then reaching for Chris.
Chris shakes his head. "Gonna stay down here. On my knees."
Which is about when Zach's knees pretty much give out, and he ends up sitting on the edge of the couch, looking down at Chris. "Fuck."
Chris smiles up at him and reaches up to open his pants. "Later," he whispers, tugging down Zach's jeans and underwear and licking his lips as he eyes Zach's cock. "Fuck, yeah..."
"Yeah," Zach whispers back, reaching out and touching Chris's cheek, pushing his hand into his hair. "Chris..."
Chris presses closer, his hands on Zach's knees, and leans in to lick Zach's cock over and over again, like he had that fudgesicle. (He wonders what he did with the popsicle stick.) But this is better. Impossibly better. This is Zach. Nothing's better than Zach.
He really hopes they didn't leave any windows open because he is not currently capable of staying quiet. At all. Even a little bit. He moans, flopping back against the couch, hand still tight in Chris's hair.
Chris loves the way Zach touches his hair. It's just incredible. He loves the way Zach tugs on it, directs him, keeps him close when he's going down on him. It's so fucking hot that way. He pushes back against Zach's hand a moment, then moves forward again, taking Zach's cock into his mouth.
Zach doesn't push much--not much--and if Chris tried to pull away, he'd certainly let him, but he can tell that Chris likes it, likes feeling like he's held in place. Like the bit of control. He just has to be careful not to let it go too much to his head. He has to remember that this is Chris, not some boy.
If someone had ever tried to tell Chris how much he'd like sucking cock, he'd never have believed them. But now here he is, taking Zach's cock as far into his mouth as he can manage--and it's getting easier, all the time, to take him even deeper--and he outright moans when he pulls back for a moment to breathe, to open his eyes and look up at Zach, to lick his lips and smile wickedly. "You're so fucking hot," he says.
His fingers are still tight in Chris's hair as he stares down at him and watches him lick his lips, fighting for control that isn't gonna last all that long at all. "I'm hot? You're... fuck, I don't even know how to tell you what you look like but it's hot. Really hot." Maybe sometime there'll be mirrors.
Chris smiles up at him and licks his lips again. "I want you to come in my mouth," he says. "Think you can do that for me?"
"I think if you don't get your mouth back on my dick, I'm liable to come on your face," Zach admits. Okay. Saying that out loud? He was blaming the pot.
"Really?" Chris runs his hands up Zach's thighs, then curls his fingers around Zach's cock. "On my face?"
"Ohgod... Chris, I'm really close," Zach groans, closing his eyes tightly and trying to think of something that would turn him on slightly less. Wasn't working.
"Come for me, baby," Chris says, pressing in nice and close and licking over the head of Zach's dick. "Please. I want you to come for me. It's so fucking hot when you come."
And that's it for Zach. His eyes flash open, hips jerk up once, and he's coming, shuddering as he watches.
Chris gasps and closes his eyes, only opening them again when he's pretty sure Zach is done. He lifts his hand, drags his fingers over his cheek, then licks his fingers clean with a deep, deep moan.
"Ohmygod," Zach whispers, cock jerking one last time, even though he was beyond done. "You're... come up here--up on my lap," he whispers, tugging Chris's hair.
Chris climbs up onto Zach's lap with a grin. "Hi," he says.
"God, you look smug. And hot," Zach groans, tugging him closer and kissing him, tasting himself.
"I am smug," Chris replies. "I just made you come on my face."
"Yes, yes you did," Zach murmurs, unable to keep from grinning back at Chris.
Chris reaches for Zach's hand and draws it to the front of his pants. "And I'm so hot for you right now."
"Sure it's not still the pot?" Zach teases, pushing his hand against Chris's cock, then working on getting his zipper down.
"No, it's you, it's always you."
"What do you want? Just my hand?" Zach murmurs, sliding his hand around Chris's cock and starting to stroke him, nice and firmly. "Wanna come right here in my lap?"
Chris nods. "Please. Just like this. Feels so good."
Zach keeps going, his free hand sliding up along Chris's back, over his shoulders, touching his face, still sticky with Zach's come. "Gonna fuck you later," he promises.
Chris groans and rocks forward. "Love it when you fuck me. Love watching you. So fucking hot..."
"I've been thinking about it all evening... you with that damned fudgesicle, making me almost lose my mind," Zach growls.
How--how--is it so hot when Zach talks like that, growls at him? Chris shudders, closes his eyes, his fingers tighten on Zach's shoulders. "Want... want..."
"Later," Zach promises. "Later on, later tonight. Anything you want," he whispers. "Right now, I want you to come."
"Okay," Chris whispers. It's not hard, moments later, to come as he lets his head fall back and he cries out.
Zach doesn't stop moving his hand until he's completely sure that Chris is done, only then lifting his hand away, licking his fingers with a quiet groan.
Chris slumps against him. "You just... I... you're so... yeah."
"Mmm hmm," Zach murmurs, wrapping both arms around him. "You too."
"Yeah." Chris takes in a breath, lets it out slowly. "Take me to bed now."
Zach kisses him again, in absolutely no rush, then pulls away and smiles. "Bed. Now."
