Fic: Return to Sender

[withthepilot]

Title: Return to Sender
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Karl/Zach with established Karl/Chris and past Zach/Chris
Notes: 3,275 words. Total porn alert, here. A while back, I wrote an Urbine ficlet called Come for Him and ewinfic recently wrote a follow-up based on that ficlet called The Christmas Package. This is the follow-up to that fic.
Warning: BDSM, spanking, bondage/suspension.
Summary: In making up for a dull holiday present, Zach learned that giving to Karl also meant an enjoyable amount of receiving.



Zach opened his eyes when he heard the front door slam closed. For a moment, he didn't remember where he was, but then the room came into focus and the sound of heavy footfalls around the adjoining room brought him back to reality, away from his hazy dreams.

He was in the den of Karl's L.A. condo, lying back on his supremely comfortable chaise lounge, wearing nothing but a big red bow sashed around his chest and an open paperback over his crotch. The remains of a bottle of merlot sat on the small mahogany table beside him; Zach hadn't known when Karl would be home, so he helped himself to his wine refrigerator. Probably not the best idea, as now he was sleepy and loose-limbed, struggling to make sense of his surroundings.

He jerked from a lazy yawn when Karl entered the room and let out a low chuckle at the sight of Zach, nude and waiting, just as Chris had been in Zach's kitchen a few weeks back.

"Don't tell me," Karl drawled, ambling over to the lounge. "The cuff links were a starter gift."

"Inadequate, given the circumstances," Zach murmured. He couldn't help but let another yawn slip. "Late night for you, huh?"

"I was out and about for the evening, yes. If I'd known I had a gift waiting for me back here, though..." He stepped closer, motioning to the bottle on the table, two-thirds empty. "Looks like you made yourself right at home, too; treating yourself to my wine..." He reached for the paperback on Zach's lap, snatching it away before the other man could stop him. "Reading my literature."

"I'd hardly call Bret Easton Ellis 'literature.'"

"Excuse me, insulting my literature." Karl tossed the book carelessly behind him and arched one of his devious brows as he looked Zach over. Zach placed his hands over his bared crotch and Karl smirked at the show of modesty. "To what do I owe these mixed signals?"

"Chris' idea," Zach said, smiling crookedly. "I'm returning myself to sender."

Karl crouched down by the side of the chaise lounge and lightly touched the large bow that adorned Zach's pale chest, taking care not to actually make contact with skin. "And what makes you think I'm interested? I have Christopher, after all, and he's more than willing to give me what I want."

"He wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't know you'd like it," Zach replied. He'd worried that Karl wouldn't want him this way, of course he had; it was difficult to imagine that a man who enjoyed regular access to Chris Pine's delectable body would be for want of anything more. But Zach had been betting on the notion that Karl liked variety and the interest in his eyes was highly visible as he raked them over Zach's unclothed body. He let his hands fall away from his cock and arched his back slightly so the fabric of the ribbon grazed against Karl's hovering fingertips. The thought crossed his mind that he was essentially presenting himself for Karl's approval and it sent a small shiver racing through him. "And I think we're both interested in finding out just what's holding his interest."

At those words, a knowing smile graced Karl's features. He reached for the open wine bottle and took a swig of what was left inside. Zach watched his throat undulate with the movement of swallowing. Prior to his telephone conversation with the man, upon finding a tied-up, mostly naked Chris Pine in his kitchen, of all places, he'd never associated Karl with sex...much. He knew Karl and Chris had sex, and okay, maybe he'd been curious. But now he wanted to know everything. He wanted to know what it was like to hear Karl­—as Chris had put it—tell him what to feel.

"You were nervous, weren't you?" Karl finally said, tilting his head as he lifted the wine bottle. "Needed a bit of liquid courage before offering yourself up; getting yourself nice and loose and pliant for me."

"I'm not really used to bottoming," he explained quietly, fighting the leaden feeling in his limbs as Karl described it. "Never been a big fan."

Karl's eyebrow shot up and he licked his lips. "You will be with me. Unless the drink was a stall tactic and you don't actually want this."

"No," Zach said immediately, blinking away a tinge of blurred vision. "I want it."

"Well, good."

Karl stood, then, and carefully undid the large bow on Zach's chest, the silken fabric occasionally grazing over his skin in a way that made him shiver. Zach felt incredibly exposed, lying nude while Karl attended to him, fully dressed, like a patient receiving a full-body physical from a doctor. He let his arms sway pendulously off the sides of the chaise lounge and blinked in surprise when Karl took advantage of it, reaching beneath the back of the seat to retie the ribbon around Zach's wrists, securing him to it. He guided Zach's thighs apart next and lightly caressed the sensitive skin below the hipbones and down along the inner curves, where the dark leg hair grew softer and finer. Zach shuddered and let his legs fall open completely, quietly amazed by the way Karl could give orders without saying a single word—and he was so good at giving orders, both with his voice and his hands.

"And you say you don't like to bottom," he teased, toying gently with a peaked nipple. "I haven't seen such a submissive pose since the last time Chris bent over and spread his arse cheeks open for me." Zach tried not to groan at the thought, though his cock twitched in response to the extremely pretty mental image.

"You...you have a way about you," he managed to say, proud that his voice didn't shake with the effort.

"As do you, I hear." Karl shook his head, shucking off his shirt and working on the opening of his jeans. "Referencing Greek mythology in your lovemaking. Way to take a jab at my honor, Quinto."

Zach laughed quietly, unable to take his eyes off Karl's hands as they revealed a new world of olive skin that he'd never been privy to before. "I swear, I hadn't even thought of that."

"Yeah, right. I should get all serial killer on your sexy behind."

Zach swallowed and shut his eyes for a long moment, flexing his fingers beneath the seat. When he opened them again, Karl was standing before him, pushing a hand into his hair to pull his head closer and then hold him still. Zach's lips parted with a gust of breath and then grazed against the length of Karl's thick, impressive cock as it came closer. Karl swiveled his hips and drew his length back and forth over Zach's wet and open mouth, allowing him to lick when he was able and get fleeting tastes. He shuddered when Karl pushed his head to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against his cheek and jaw, wishing he could suck properly.

"You want it, don't you?" Karl murmured, his voice dangerously low. "I told Chris you were probably a gold-medal cocksucker."

"I suppose...I didn't quite confirm your suspicions," Zach said on an exhalation. He remembered it all so vividly: the ways he teased Chris, sucking those delicate pomegranate seeds off the side of his cock, one by one, then teasing his beautiful ass with them, not to mention the ice. Sometimes good props just made the moment all the more memorable.

Karl laughed lowly again, running his thumb over Zach's lower lip. "No, but believe me, he was all a-flutter over that pomegranate stunt you pulled. And then the rimming, well..." He grinned, his fringe falling over his eyes as he tilted his head. "Can't blame you for that. That's just a beautiful arse to play with, isn't it?"

"It really is," Zach agreed. He should have known Chris would tell Karl every sordid detail about their night together. He thought about being offended, but he was much too distracted by the proximity of Karl's cock to his nose and mouth, the heady musk of him just centimeters away. Plus, the idea of Karl forcing all the information out of Chris was pretty damn hot. "He told me...that you always tell him how much you love it."

"I feel he ought to know." Karl reached down, trailing a single fingertip from the sensitive spot just below Zach's balls down along his exposed perineum, making the bound man gasp and shudder. "Rather fond of yours as well...never thought I'd actually get to touch."

"You can do more than touch," Zach whispered, making eye contact with him. Karl's responding gaze was all business.

"You show up at my place unannounced, on your own terms, with a big, red bow tied around your chest...you'd better believe I'm going to do more than touch, Quinto. C'mere."

He knelt down to undo the ribbon that held Zach's wrists together and carefully guided him upright, onto his feet. Zach stumbled slightly, tipsy from all the merlot and the rush of Karl's body heat as he held him close with his strong arms. Thick fingers rubbed their way up and down Zach's spine and he sagged into the embrace, pressing his face to Karl's neck. Maybe the merlot was a good idea after all; Zach rarely allowed another man to bodily handle him this way, but at that moment, it was all he wanted. Zach pressed his hips to Karl's thigh so he could feel what he was doing to him, and smiled at the answering rumble emanating deep from Karl's throat.

"I know you kissed Chris," Karl whispered, tilting Zach's chin up. "Will you let me?"

"Karl," he replied, a bit chidingly, and closed the distance between their mouths quickly, opening up for the sweep of Karl's tongue. They kissed firmly but languidly and Zach wondered if Karl could taste the merlot in his mouth, what with his tongue working hard enough to lick the wine stains from his teeth. Zach buried his fingers in the other man's hair, holding on as Karl steered him out of the den and toward his bedroom. Karl tasted of lingering alcohol and cigarette smoke from whatever parties he'd attended earlier that night, and the assured slide and curl of his tongue made Zach feel dizzy. He felt a wave of sudden disbelief wash over him—first he'd had Chris, delivered right to his kitchen, and now Karl, who'd accepted his proposal without batting an eyelash. How he'd gotten so lucky, to be the recipient of their affections, Zach would never know.

He broke the kiss with a groan when his back made contact with a wall—no, a door—and he barely knew what was happening until Karl had his wrists firmly secured in a pair of soft cuffs, held up high over his head. Zach looked up and realized he was being suspended by a hook that jutted from the top of the bedroom's doorframe. "Fuck, no way," he whispered, and he wriggled his toes to find that they only barely reached the floor. The pull of gravity had the muscles in his arms burning, a sensation that was likely muted by all of the merlot.

"Like it?" Karl asked, looking him over with a bemused smile. "Just installed it the other day. It's for Chris, really, but I'm sure he won't mind if you break it in."

"Shit...you two are really serious, aren't you?"

"I'm dead serious, Zachary," Karl said, and the sound of that Kiwi accent drawling out his full name like that made him even harder, if it were possible. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, though, don't you?"

"No, I know," Zach said, licking his lips. "I don't need a safeword or anything."

"Save the machismo, Quinto." Karl regarded him seriously, his eyebrows raised. "If you don't like anything, just say 'stop' and it's over, okay?" Zach nodded his assent and Karl smiled, moving closer and taking him by the hips, swiveling him so he faced the wall. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

Zach whimpered faintly when he realized he couldn't see anything Karl was doing; then he felt those strong hands sliding over his ass, squeezing and kneading, and he groaned as he was prodded and spread open. "Fuck...you really are an ass man, aren't you?"

"I'm surrounded by men with gorgeous arses; can you blame me?"

Zach jerked when he felt a finger slide over his entrance, doing his best to spread his thighs apart with his feet lifted off the ground. His shoulders were hurting now, but he didn't want Karl to let him back down. Karl's touch was distracting him from the pain, little jolts of bliss in a fog of aches and burns. "Karl, keep—keep doing that, keep touching me, please..."

"It's nice, isn't it? Gives you a place to focus your mind, away from the stress on your body." Karl must have licked his fingertip then, because the next caress over Zach's hole was slow and wet, and he clenched reflexively in response, gasping. Karl chuckled, kissing his shoulder. "So you wouldn't mind a bit if I offered you a taste of your own medicine and gave you a bit of a smack, right...here."

And then he slapped Zach's behind, the flat of his hand punishingly hard against the exposed skin. Zach cried out in surprise, his body swaying a bit beneath his bonds and his rock-hard cock grazing against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Karl...should make you pay for that..."

"As if you can do much, all strung up like this." As if to prove Zach's helplessness, after stepping away for a few moments, Karl carefully pushed a lubed plug into his opening, patting Zach's ass cheek when he grunted. "Don't moan and groan as if you don't like it. You just make sure you hold that plug in, gorgeous."

And Zach did like it, which was the worrying part; he never did this sort of thing, never gave up control so completely to someone else. But he trusted Karl implicitly somehow—maybe because he saw how good he was with Chris and how devoted the younger man was to him. And as fun as it was to top someone, this was also something to be relished: the freedom in this total lack of knowledge as to what might happen next. Karl kept spanking him intermittently and after a while, each blow seemed to dissolve into the next. Zach felt his body surrender to the waves of pain coming at him in different directions, washing over him in a sea of pleasure. He felt both heavy and light, strong and weak; he moaned lowly when Karl removed the plug, slid slick fingers into him and stretched, his cock smearing precome all over his stomach as it bobbed with each movement.

"So good," Karl murmured, pressing kisses down his nape and spine. "Such a good boy, just like my Christopher. I'd love to have both of you at once...maybe one day."

Zach shut his eyes and visualized it for a moment: Chris, right there in front of him, hanging from the other side of the doorway, his breaths staccato and eyes large with a thin ring of icy blue, sweat dripping down his sculpted face. He felt his balls tighten as he imagined it and made a warning sound, enough to spring Karl into action, gripping the base of his cock with a tight grip.

"Zachary, no," he warned, holding off his orgasm. "Not yet."

"Please," he whispered, sucking in a shuddery breath. "Please, Karl..."

"All right, beautiful. I know."

Karl was careful as he undid the cuffs and lowered Zach to the floor, hitching him over his shoulder and carrying him to the bed. When Zach opened his eyes next, he was on his back and looking up at Karl, now completely unclothed and hovering above him as he pulled on a condom. Zach's leg was like like jelly as Karl lifted it over his shoulder; he managed to lift his hand to touch Karl's chest despite how heavy it felt, how foreign to his own body.

"You should see yourself, Zach...all spread open and wet, hair falling everywhere. Your eyes are so dark, so black." He licked his lips as he lined himself up, murmuring close to Zach's mouth. "I see now what he sees."

"Nnh, god," Zach muttered, throwing his head back as he felt the hard weight of Karl's cock slowly bury itself inside him, then pull back and push in again, deeper with each stroke. He felt delirious with desire, somehow calling up all of his remaining strength to push back into Karl's thrusts and scratch at his back, pull his hair. Karl growled and hitched up Zach's hips, getting a guttural yell out of him when he changed the angle dramatically, then silencing him with a bruising kiss. After a while, it felt like Karl's mouth was everywhere, biting at Zach's mouth and marking his throat, carving red half-moons into his shoulders. Zach dug his fingertips into Karl's ass—which wasn't anything to sneeze at itself—and held on as Karl pulled him forward onto his cock, over and over. He heard a small, reedy voice repeating Fuck me, fuck me, and gasped throatily when he realized it was him, begging for Karl's cock in a way he never had before.

"Christ, Zach," Karl grunted, his eyes wild as he watched Zach get closer to the edge. "If only he...if only he could see you..."

"Karl, oh, my god," Zach whined, his cock jumping as heat flooded his belly. "God, you're so hot—b-both of you..."

His hand swift and strong on Zach's shaft, Karl touched their foreheads together and murmured, "You're ours now, Quinto." Zach twisted with a gurgle of pleasure, of relief, as he spilled heavily over the other man's fist. His world went cloudy as Karl kept thrusting above him, and he shuddered when Karl came with a finger inserted into Zach beside his cock, overwhelmed by the lightning-hot pangs of pleasure. Too much, too much, and he was shaking until Karl's arms came around him and stroked his hair until everything was calm again.

"Holy...holy fuck," Zach finally whispered, sucking in another deep breath. He watched Karl dispose of his condom through half-lidded eyes and let himself be pulled to that broad, comforting chest. It was good that Karl didn't seem to want him to leave, because he probably wouldn't have been able to move if he tried. "You were right," he murmured when he had his wits back about him, mouthing against Karl's collarbone. "Chris...he would've liked that."

"He'll see soon enough," Karl whispered, motioning up. Zach blinked his eyes open to see exactly what Karl was pointing out: a small video camera mounted on the wall, right next to the ceiling, the lens pointed toward the bed. He gaped and Karl laughed into his hair. "He told me you might be dropping by. Plus, I'd only gotten him a sweater...and that's even less imaginative than cuff links."

Zach laughed and licked his lips, shutting his eyes again. "Can we set up another camera for his reaction when he watches?" he asked. Karl smirked and rhythmically stroked his bicep.

"Mmm," he mused. "I'l see what I can do."