Pinto fic!

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Title: Play Me Like a Theremin
Author: rockinhamburger 
Rating: NC-17. Anything less would just be a letdown, wouldn't it?
Summary: He began searching frantically for his keys, which he could not, for the life of him, locate in the depths of his canvas bag. Not with Christopher-fucking-Pine breathing -- panting! -- in his ear and rutting against Zach shamelessly.
Notes: So, this is a response to the following prompt at the wonderful kink meme: It occurs to me that I don't think I've seen this yet (but would be quite happy to be pointed to preexisting fic that meets these requirements): Zach riding Chris's dick. At first he's kind of sultry and then he's kind of aggressive ... I've been meaning to finish it for a while, and I finally found inspiration for it this morning. So here you go!


Despite the two pitchers of beer they'd enjoyed in the course of their evening out, Zachary rather thought they hadn't consumed enough alcohol to warrant Chris' current behaviour. Slight inebriation did not explain their current positions, and quite frankly, it simply wasn't fair that someone who looked as good as Chris always did, could be so fucking skilled at kissing. It made Zach's head spin (and his dick painfully hard).

Zach and Chris had been sharing a smoke next to his car (Zach had a strict rule about not smoking in his car, a rule he expected everyone, including himself, to adhere to at all times) in the parking lot behind the club, and suddenly Chris had thrown the cigarette over his shoulder, pushed Zach up against his car, and pressed an urgent, searing kiss to Zach's mouth.

And damn it, Chris seemed to know exactly what Zach liked. One of Chris' hands was in his hair, tilting Zach's head so he could kiss Zach more deeply, and his other hand was stealing up under Zachary's shirt, exploring the skin of his lower back.

Zach was too shocked to clearly register where his own hands were, but he vaguely thought they might be pulling Chris closer, cupping the side of Chris' face, gripping his biceps, and the nape of Chris's neck.

After several minutes, Zachary pulled away breathlessly, and even though he had about nine different questions on the tip of his tongue, he said shakily, "come on, let's - let's go to my place."

Chris wordlessly went around the car and got in the passenger's side. Zach climbed into his seat, took an unsteady breath to calm his fast-beating heart and throbbing cock, and started the car.

On the drive over (which was thankfully fairly short), Chris said nothing. Zach put the radio on so they wouldn't have to sit in silence, and tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, too grateful for the sound in the car to change the station when a song by Nickelback started up. Zach was saved, however, by Chris, who apparently also disliked Nickelback.

Only a few minutes later, he pulled into his garage, killed the engine, and tried very hard not to sprint from the car. When he reached the door from the garage into his house, he began searching frantically for his keys, which he could not, for the life of him, locate in the depths of his canvas bag. Not with Christopher-fucking-Pine breathing -- panting! -- in his ear and rutting against Zach shamelessly. Not with words like, "Fuck, you're so fucking hot, hurry up, come on," invading Zach's thoughts, and making him so aroused he was forced to momentarily abandon his search.

With another unsuccessful attempt at a calming breath, he closed his hands around his keys, thrust the appropriate one into the lock, and then the door was banging open, and Zach found himself pressed against the wall of the entrance way. Zach let out a guttural moan, hips stuttering against Chris's, his hands bracketing the sides of Chris' head to pull that hot, pliant mouth to his own.

Chris moaned in his mouth, and Zach's responsive groan echoed in the quiet of the house. It brought Zach back down for a moment, not enough to make him stop what he was doing, but at least enough to remind him just what he was doing, and with whom.

And then Chris's hand strayed downward, unfastened Zach's jeans, and closed itself around Zach's erection, and Zach stopped thinking altogether. He bit down on Chris's bottom lip, snarling into that gorgeous mouth.

"Oh... Zach," Chris moaned.

And that one word, his name said in such a reverent manner, sliced Zach open. He pulled away with as much self-restraint as he could manage and very nearly growled, "get your hot ass in my bedroom immediately."

Chris hastened to obey him, rushing up the stairs with Zach trailing after him. The walk to his bedroom helped him to restore some of his long deteriorated calm, and when he entered his room to find Chris stripping himself of his shirt, when he saw those finely-toned muscles straining with each movement, his mouth went dry.

"Take your pants off."

Chris almost ripped his jeans off in his hurry to get them off.

"Bed. Now," Zach commanded, in a voice he almost didn't recognize.

Chris nearly threw himself on to the bed. and then he looked up at Zach, arousal so clear in his expression that Zach faltered for a moment.

"Zach," Chris moaned, closing his eyes briefly, "please get over here."

Zach stripped in record time, and crawled up on to his bed toward Chris.

"Fuck, Zach, you're so hot," Chris breathed, throwing his head back and reaching down to grasp and stroke his dick.

"Stop that," Zach ordered when he'd aligned himself with Chris properly, his lips hovering over Chris's, his heart pounding with exhileration despite their near lack of movement.

"Fuck me." Chris gazed up at Zach, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

"No," Zach said, pressing his lips to the pulse point at Chris's throat and sucking gently at the skin there, delighting in the moan it elicited. "I'm going to ride you."

Chris sat up immediately, staring hard at Zach. "God, Zach." He kissed Zach thoroughly, hands coming up to grab Zach's hips in order to pull him closer.

Zach reached over without disentangling himself (thanks, yoga), burrowed in the top drawer of his bedside table until he found lube and a condom, and pulled them out, grinning in triumph.

Then he pushed up on to his knees, spread some of the lube on his fingers, and reached around himself to press a slick finger inside. "Just watch," Zach said absently, hips unconsciously rocking into the thrust of his finger. Chris moaned appreciatively, head tipped back, watching Zach as if he were a particularly engaging movie.

Zach pressed a second finger inside himself, biting his lip to keep from moaning abashedly when they just barely brushed his prostate. Desperate to get this moving along, he pressed a third and final finger into his entrance, stretching himself out, his breath uneven.

After a short time of preparation, he pulled his fingers out, unrolled the condom on to Chris's dick,  and wrapped a firm, sure hand around it, spreading a good measure of the lube from head to balls. Arranging himself in the proper position, poised just above Chris's straining cock, his heart pounding in his chest, he gazed down at Chris, who looked, to Zach, like a Greek god laid out for him. "Ready?" he asked, just to be sure.

"Fuck, yes!" His eyes met Zach's unwaveringly.

Zach closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered himself on to Chris's lap, guiding Chris's cock into his entrance. Zachary had intended to be slow about it, but as his body allowed Chris entrance, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting down hard, moaning as Chris's cock pressed against his prostate.

Chris responded to the thrust with a stream of words, all of them practically sobbed out from pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh god, yeah, fuck, Zach, Zach, Zach, you feel so good, so hot, so tight, fuck."

And that's pretty much when Zach went wild with lust.

With a gasp of, "fuck, Chris," he began riding the man beneath him, alternating between short and quick downward thrusts, and long thrusts where he'd pull all the way up before slamming right back down again. He found the sensation was a little bit like coming home, and he was practically incoherent with pleasure, babbling nonsensical words, vaguely aware that Chris was just as undone.

Finally, he found an angle that brushed his prostate on each thrust, and he closed one hand around his own cock, working it furiously. Chris, suddenly and without warning, grabbed Zach's hips and began to meet each thrust, sobbing a broken "Zach!" every time.

"Yeah, Chris, that's it, god, almost there," he groaned, the words flying out of him without apparent thought. He clenched down on Chris's dick, throwing his head back and moaning out loud at the sensation of Chris coming hard and fast inside of him, those hands clenching around Zach's hips as his orgasm ripped through him.

With a sight as hot as that, Zach felt he could hardly be blamed for coming in hot spurts all over Chris's chest, moaning and sobbing a breathless "Chris!" through his own climax.

He quickly pulled up and off as Chris removed the condom, tying it, and lobbed it into the trashcan beside Zach's bed, before coming to rest beside Zach where he'd just collapsed, boneless.

"Fucking hell, Zachary," Chris muttered, an arm curling around Zach to pull him closer.

"Right back at you, Christopher," he teased, but Chris squeezed his side affectionately.

"Is this..." Chris began after almost of minute of silence, pausing thoughtfully. "Is this a - a thing?"

Zach looked over and into Chris' eyes. He hesitated for only a moment before admitting candidly, "I'd like it to be."

"Good." Chris leaned over to press a short kiss to Zach's lips, smiling into it. Zach responded easily, warmth spreading through his body, and pulled Chris closer after another moment.


Fin.


So I'm not sure how I feel about this, to be honest. I've been sitting on it for a few weeks now, and I'm not sure the wait gave much to it. I'll turn it over to you lovely people, since I have no Pinto beta, and no Pinto fans IRL, to badger for reactions. I hope you liked it, although I apologize for any errors you did find in it; as I say, I don't have a beta for my Pinto work just yet, so if you see anything ugly, please let me know!

And please leave a comment on your way out. I treasure them! Thanks for reading!

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