Zach stands beside the full-length mirror, recently put back in his room after six months in the closet… and now set up by the bed. “I think you’re ready,” Zach says softly, sliding onto the bed to sit next to Chris.
“I’ve come a long way, I know that,” Chris says, biting his lip. “But this is… I think it’s too much.”
“Well, what if… would you do it for me?”
“For you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Zach says, leaning in until his lips brush Chris’ ears. “I love taking your cock from behind, but I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes slam shut and a shiver runs down his body. “Jesus, Zach, how am I supposed to say no to that?”
“You’re not,” Zach murmurs, letting his hands glide up Chris’ arms and over his shoulders. “You’re supposed to say ‘Fuck yeah, Zach, get on all fours in front of that thing so I can pound you ‘til you scream.’”
Chris groans, pushing forward to mash his lips to Zach’s in a demanding kiss. Zach grins into the kiss, knowing he’s won. With the stress of filming over and months of therapy under his belt, Chris is ready. He doesn’t try to turn away when Zach drags him across the kitchen by his belt loops and starts to unbutton his shirt or cover himself up when Zach invades his personal space in the shower. Zach’s had this particular scenario in the back of his mind for months now, and while he won’t really try to talk Chris into something he doesn’t want to do, he also knows Chris needs a little push every now and then.
“I want this,” Zach whispers, low and dirty, as he gently pushes Chris down to the bed. “You’re so gorgeous when you fuck me. I want you to see.”
Chris still looks a little hesitant but he nods, wrapping a hand around Zach’s neck to pull him down for another kiss, hot and wet. Zach yanks down his own boxers and then goes to work on Chris’, and soon they’re naked and twined together. Grinding their hips together, Zach moans and pants until Chris can’t take it anymore and reaches for the lube. Then Zach scrambles up, positioning himself on hands and knees in front of the mirror.
He watches Chris prepare him with strong fingers, each rough twist of Chris’ wrist ratcheting his need even higher. Zach doesn’t hold back on the noise, either, letting Chris hear exactly what he wants and how good it feels when he gets it. “C’mon,” Zach growls, meeting Chris’ eyes in the mirror for the first time. “Do it.”
Chris doesn’t say a word, just rises on his knees and lines himself up. His face as he watches his cock sink slowly into Zach is spell-binding, his mouth open and tongue curled against his upper teeth in concentration. Zach moans and shoves back, trying to get Chris to look up. He doesn’t for the first few strokes, focusing instead on his hand stroking up and down Zach’s bare back.
“The back of my head’s not that – ah – interesting,” Zach groans, bucking hard enough that Chris locks eyes with him in the mirror. “Watch yourself.” Chris makes a soft sound of protest, but he doesn’t look away, and Zach continues. “Yeah, c’mon, watch your hips. Fuck, feels so good.”
Zach watches as Chris’ eyes slowly scan down his own body. His thrusts slow to the point where Zach is nearly tearing holes in the sheets to keep from begging for him to speed up, but Chris’ eyes are fixed on the flexing of his abs as he pumps his hips. It’s a sight to watch, the powerful muscles working beneath the skin, the smooth coordination of Chris’ whole body, like he’s made for this.
Zach can tell the moment Chris gets into it. He grips Zach’s hips a little harder, snaps his own hips a little more sharply until Zach is gasping for breath. This time when their eyes meet in the mirror, Chris just grins wickedly, and Zach braces himself for a long ride.
What You See, six months later, NC-17
Chris’ face pales slightly. “I don’t know, Zach.”
Zach stands beside the full-length mirror, recently put back in his room after six months in the closet… and now set up by the bed. “I think you’re ready,” Zach says softly, sliding onto the bed to sit next to Chris.
“I’ve come a long way, I know that,” Chris says, biting his lip. “But this is… I think it’s too much.”
“Well, what if… would you do it for me?”
“For you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Zach says, leaning in until his lips brush Chris’ ears. “I love taking your cock from behind, but I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes slam shut and a shiver runs down his body. “Jesus, Zach, how am I supposed to say no to that?”
“You’re not,” Zach murmurs, letting his hands glide up Chris’ arms and over his shoulders. “You’re supposed to say ‘Fuck yeah, Zach, get on all fours in front of that thing so I can pound you ‘til you scream.’”
Chris groans, pushing forward to mash his lips to Zach’s in a demanding kiss. Zach grins into the kiss, knowing he’s won. With the stress of filming over and months of therapy under his belt, Chris is ready. He doesn’t try to turn away when Zach drags him across the kitchen by his belt loops and starts to unbutton his shirt or cover himself up when Zach invades his personal space in the shower. Zach’s had this particular scenario in the back of his mind for months now, and while he won’t really try to talk Chris into something he doesn’t want to do, he also knows Chris needs a little push every now and then.
“I want this,” Zach whispers, low and dirty, as he gently pushes Chris down to the bed. “You’re so gorgeous when you fuck me. I want you to see.”
Chris still looks a little hesitant but he nods, wrapping a hand around Zach’s neck to pull him down for another kiss, hot and wet. Zach yanks down his own boxers and then goes to work on Chris’, and soon they’re naked and twined together. Grinding their hips together, Zach moans and pants until Chris can’t take it anymore and reaches for the lube. Then Zach scrambles up, positioning himself on hands and knees in front of the mirror.
He watches Chris prepare him with strong fingers, each rough twist of Chris’ wrist ratcheting his need even higher. Zach doesn’t hold back on the noise, either, letting Chris hear exactly what he wants and how good it feels when he gets it. “C’mon,” Zach growls, meeting Chris’ eyes in the mirror for the first time. “Do it.”
Chris doesn’t say a word, just rises on his knees and lines himself up. His face as he watches his cock sink slowly into Zach is spell-binding, his mouth open and tongue curled against his upper teeth in concentration. Zach moans and shoves back, trying to get Chris to look up. He doesn’t for the first few strokes, focusing instead on his hand stroking up and down Zach’s bare back.
“The back of my head’s not that – ah – interesting,” Zach groans, bucking hard enough that Chris locks eyes with him in the mirror. “Watch yourself.” Chris makes a soft sound of protest, but he doesn’t look away, and Zach continues. “Yeah, c’mon, watch your hips. Fuck, feels so good.”
Zach watches as Chris’ eyes slowly scan down his own body. His thrusts slow to the point where Zach is nearly tearing holes in the sheets to keep from begging for him to speed up, but Chris’ eyes are fixed on the flexing of his abs as he pumps his hips. It’s a sight to watch, the powerful muscles working beneath the skin, the smooth coordination of Chris’ whole body, like he’s made for this.
Zach can tell the moment Chris gets into it. He grips Zach’s hips a little harder, snaps his own hips a little more sharply until Zach is gasping for breath. This time when their eyes meet in the mirror, Chris just grins wickedly, and Zach braces himself for a long ride.