Before I toddle off to bed, here’s another “Six Sentence Sunday” post for “Accident on Set” at long last.
Enjoy the smut!
“Accident on Set” (currently >39,000 words) by satismagic
Chapters: yes, there will be chapters
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Explicit (this snippet: EXPLICIT)
Warnings: No Archive (AO3) Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, Zachary Quinto/Miles McMillan
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Miles McMillan, minor canon characters, original characters
Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, accident, PTSD, illness, first time, bisexuality, break-up, coming out
Summary: Chris has an accident filming “Finest Hours”. Zach rushes to his side. Everything changes.
Zach turns to Harold and carefully pets the elderly, sickly cat. Harold feels brittle, breakable. But he purrs like a machine. Until the old cat abruptly decides he’s had enough and sinks his teeth into Zach’s finger – not hard, just enough to make sure the message is received.
“Bastard cat,” Zach mutters. He faces Chris. To lighten the mood, he suggests: “So now what? Wanna make out or talk?”
Chris’ eyes brighten and cross slightly. He licks his lips. Zach’s dick stirs, clearly in favor of the first idea. “I want you to fuck me,” Chris says hoarsely. “And I want to suck you off.”
Zach groans and grabs Chris, pulling him roughly into his arms. Chris doesn’t resist, and for a while they don’t just kiss, they devour each other, licking, sucking, biting. Then Chris is no longer content with sprawling all over Zach. He raises himself enough to hold Zach down while he grinds against him. They both wear only ratty yoga pants. Zach’s pants. They would always be a bit large on Chris, but right now he has lost so much weight that they are too loose to stay in place. Zach manages to catch a glance, and promptly groans again.
Chris is cut, of course, like the proper Californian boy he is. But his cock is without any doubt the most beautiful penis Zach has ever seen. The head is flushed almost crimson right now, but the color fades along his length in a delicious, even gradient. The visible veins don’t bulge in a coarse or vulgar manner. Instead, they appear more like sensitive, sinewy traceries that just beg for the attention of Zach’s tongue. And the clear liquid glistening in one perfect drop at the tip…
Zach moans and grips Chris’ ass, slapping a palm on each cheek and clawing his fingers into the firm flesh of Chris’ buttocks. Without warning, Zach’s balls tighten and tingle.
He looks up and realizes that Chris is also on the brink, his eyes blazing, feverish with lust, his mouth open, his lips swollen, red and raw from their kisses. Chris is breathing harshly, his lungs straining for precious oxygen, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He keeps thrusting his cock against Zach’s and pushing his ass back into his hands in a punishing rhythm. Until Zach slips a thumb between his buttocks and just presses against Chris’ hole. Chris comes with a surprised shout and bears down with his whole weight. Zach’s yoga pants, now wet with Chris’ come, rub roughly over his cock. He barely registers the sensation, almost pain, but still so much pleasure, and then he’s coming, too, still straining for more contact, to feel Chris even closer, skin on slippery skin.