Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Rating: NC17
Warning: Spanking.
Sendhil walks around in his trailer naked, he always does, so when he comes out of the shower with a white towel on his head and nothing else, Zach only shoots him a glance from where he lies on Sendhil's couch, and returns his attention to the TV in the corner.
"What d'you want to eat?" Zach asks, suppressing a yawn. He's been shooting since early this morning and it was well pass 10PM when they wrapped up. And Sendhil likes long showers.
"Actually, can I take a rain check?"
Sendhil's words come unexpected. Zach sits up straight in the couch and looks at the man standing in the middle of the trailer: Sendhil is facing him, legs spread and knees bent a little, head thrown down and rough hands running the towel over his hair. Zach has seen this a dozen times before, enough to remember the pattern of hair along Sendhil's chest and stomach, enough to remember the size and shape of--
Zach blinks and looks up. He's not staring. No.
"Fuck you, Send." He can't help the hint of a whine in his voice. "I waited while you showered because I thought dinner was on. I'm starving."
Sendhil chuckles and dries his arms and torso. "I know. Just don't feel like sitting down. Drive me home?"
"What? What are you--"
Zach turns off the TV and gets up from the couch just as Sendhil throws the towel to the floor and turns around to dig into his closet. Zach stops dead in his tracks. "What the hell happened to you?"
Sendhil looks back at Zach over a shoulder. "What do you think happened," he says with a raised eyebrow.
"Um." Zach steps closer, tilts his head. He's within a hand's reach now, staring at the crimson streaks that decorate Sendhil's ass, marring the smooth, brown skin; no, he's not imagining this. "When...?"
"Before I left? Couple of hours ago, I guess. Look, driving in was hell, I'd rather not repeat the--"
The rest of Sendhil's words are swallowed with a yelp. "Wow," Zach says, digging his nails into the soft skin of a cheek and tracing the line of blow with a thumb. Sendhil twitches and twists under his palm, trying to get away and turn around, but Zach shoves forward with his hips, strongly, once, knocking Sendhil off balance and forcing him to reach up and steady himself with his hands gripping the closet pole above his head. Hangers rattle as they fall to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sendhil's voice is more annoyed than shocked or alarmed. Zach reaches down with both hands now, spreading Sendhil's cheeks with firm grasps, pressing his crotch between them and grinding. "Oh shit." Sendhil hisses in his breath as Zach lets the worn denim of his jeans scrape against reddened skin, still fondling and squeezing hard enough to leave marks where his fingers dig in.
"Spit enough?" Zach asks, tearing open his fly and pushing his jeans and boxers down in one go.
"No."
Zach mutters a curse under his breath. "Stay," he says, and runs--with his jeans around his thighs, he must look like a fool--to the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of hand lotion from the counter and a condom from the cabinet. Sendhil is waiting when he returns, arms stretched up and ass sticking out from his closet, and Zach laughs; they must both look like idiots.
Zach holds the pack of condom between his teeth, steadies Sendhil's hips with one hand, and turns the bottle of lotion on its head. Large white drops fall on Sendhil's lower back and ass, and Zach tosses away the bottle and uses his fingers to smear as much of the lotion as he can around Sendhil's hole. "Fuck, cold," Sendhil says and the muscle closes up under Zach's fingers; Zach pushes in his thumb through to the first knuckle, circling it, rubbing inside, feeling Sendhil twitch and clench around him, while he fumbles with teeth and one hand to open and roll on the condom.
Zach lets his thumb slide out of Sendhil and replaces it with his cock in one swift motion. It's tight, probably a little too sudden and too quick, and Sendhil howls, his body shoved forward, further into the closet. Zach pulls Sendhil's ass back with both hands on his hips, pushing in the last inch, and casts his eyes down to where he's buried to the hilt now, fixating on his own pale skin and dark hair pressed tightly against glowing, reddened skin. He pushes Sendhil's torso down further with a hand on his shoulder, as far as Sendhil's body will go while still gripping the pole above him, giving Zach a better view of his muscular back, water from his hair trickling down between his shoulder blades, the lines of the thin waist, and the firm ass nestled so perfectly against him.
Sendhil hisses each time Zach shoves in and their skin clasp with a slap, his body startling at every touch and trying to escape. "Stay," Zach repeats with a slap to the side of Sendhil's ass and feels Sendhil's body freeze and clamp down on him, hard, before Sendhil starts grinding down against him, meeting his thrusts with a loud "fuck" or "hurts" or "more".
The way Sendhil's stretched hole twitches at every slap has Zach's eyes transfixed. He keeps a rhythm going--out, slap, in, slap--a little faster each time, a little more strength behind his blows, and he doesn't realize he's gotten carried away until he notices that Sendhil's words have turned to sobs and his palm is past tingling, near numb. He stops, curls his arms around Sendhil's torso and pulls him close, bare sweat-soaked back pressed against his tee-shirt, soaking through; he pushes in again this time slower, one measured thrust to the hilt, and hears Sendhil inhale with a shuddering breath and broken sob.
Zach presses his cheek to Sendhil's ear and damp hair and leaves dry kisses along his jaw, as though in apology, and runs a hand over abs to circle his fingers around the base of Sendhil's cock. "Kind of you to remember the reach-around," Sendhil mutters, his voice nasal and rough, and sniffles once. His cock is already rock-hard and slick with pre-come; the thought that Sendhil got so hard from getting his ass spanked makes shivers run down Zach's spine, and he doesn't manage a more coherent answer than a grunt before he starts to jerk Sendhil off in time to his thrusts.
Zach tries to catch it all in his hand when Sendhil comes, not because he has any presence of mind to care about the state of Sendhil's closet but because he doesn't want to waste it, wants to taste it mixed with Sendhil's sweat, wants to come with Sendhil on all his senses; he brings his hand up and comes with a shudder, sucking Sendhil's essence off his thumb.
"You're driving me home now," Sendhil says in the sudden silence of the aftermath. Zach nods against his shoulder, still breathless. "And you're going to pick me up tomorrow at four." Zach nods again, not knowing if that's PM or AM, and not caring.
"Do we, um," Zach trails off, pulling out and helping Sendhil to stand up straight again with an arm around his chest, which Sendhil slaps away as soon as he finds footing. "Do we need a safeword? I mean, in case--"
Sendhil snorts and pushes Zach aside to gather his towel from the floor. His face is still red and his eyes are puffy. "If you think I'm going to let you do that to me again you're crazier than Sylar."
"Shit." Zach covers his face with his clean hand. He always wanted to be able to go invisible, but never as much as he does right now. "I fucked this one up, didn't I."
"Dude," Sendhil says and throws the towel at him, and when Zach grabs it and looks up, Sendhil is laughing as he puts on a pair of gray boxer-briefs. "If you fucked it up that bad what's my spunk doing all over your hand?" Zach wipes his hand and crotch on the towel, feeling relief spread through his body, relaxing muscles he didn't realize he was straining.
"Doesn't mean you don't owe me, though." Sendhil yanks the towel from Zach's hands and before Zach can protest or button up his jeans he's shoved out of the trailer, Sendhil snickering behind him as he stumbles down the steps and almost falls face-first into the concrete. "I need to get some ice on this fucking face or make-up'll kill me tomorrow," Sendhil calls after him. "Be a good boy and go fetch me some, okay? I'll let you drive me home, then."
With that the trailer door slams shut and Zach starts walking towards the stage, hoping for some left over ice and hoping even more that he can get to it without anyone getting too close to smell him.