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the_deep_magicOkay, so, I did this meme about a year and a half ago and I've been meaning to do it again. Now seems like a good time, since I'm not working on anything pressing for fandom and I'm feeling a bit blocked anyway, so here we go:
Leave a comment prompt. The prompt should be one of my fics and a time interval.
Examples:
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"Fic Title, three months before"
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I will respond with a comment fic. This is your chance to find out what happened before, or after, or during. My master fic list is here* -- go nuts!
IMPORTANT: I will only accept titles and time intervals as prompts, no plot elements. So "Yellow Light, two years later" would be fine, but "Yellow Light, two years later, they buy their first house together" would not. Got it? Also, I'll try to see that everyone who comments gets at least one fic in return, but if you want to give me multiple options to pick from, that's fine!
*Due to technical difficulties, I Need You So Much Closer and The Pirate King and the Cabin Boy are not yet on my Master List, but they're fair game, too. If you want to check to see if you're duplicating a request (or just see the ones I did before), go here.
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Leave a comment prompt. The prompt should be one of my fics and a time interval.
Examples:
"Fic Title, the next morning"
"Fic Title, three months before"
"Fic Title, two years later"
"Fic Title, in between this event and that event"
I will respond with a comment fic. This is your chance to find out what happened before, or after, or during. My master fic list is here* -- go nuts!
IMPORTANT: I will only accept titles and time intervals as prompts, no plot elements. So "Yellow Light, two years later" would be fine, but "Yellow Light, two years later, they buy their first house together" would not. Got it? Also, I'll try to see that everyone who comments gets at least one fic in return, but if you want to give me multiple options to pick from, that's fine!
*Due to technical difficulties, I Need You So Much Closer and The Pirate King and the Cabin Boy are not yet on my Master List, but they're fair game, too. If you want to check to see if you're duplicating a request (or just see the ones I did before), go here.
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:48 am (UTC)Love You With My Hands Tied, one month later
Love You With My Hands Tied, one month later (1/2) (NC-17)
Date: 2011-11-24 02:55 am (UTC)Their budding relationship – because that’s what it is – isn’t all whips and chains. In fact, their first time together outside of the club had been oddly sweet, all slow roaming hands and kissing, lots of kissing. Afterwards, they lay twined together on the bed, Chris immensely glad that no talking was required, because he still hadn’t quite gotten his linguistic foothold around Zach. He was still unsure how they’d managed to make it to this point, but god, their bodies sure as hell knew how to communicate. So he lay silent with one hand over Zach’s chest, feeling the slowing thrum of his heart.
They’ve been back to the club twice, since Chris doesn’t keep many props at home. Not that Chris needs props to make Zach obey, but it’s so nice to have the under-the-bed restraints all ready to go when Chris wants Zach strapped spread-eagle to the bed.
But even though they’ve never talked about it, Chris can’t forget the spark he saw in Zach’s eyes when he first picked him out of the line-up, the penetrating calculation there. Zach is a switch. So far he’s been nothing but submissive during their scenes, but Chris gets flashes of it now and then – Zach wants to dominate him. And Chris has never been dommed before.
He thinks about it a lot, even when he’s not with Zach – in the shower, while he’s eating, when he’s stopped at red lights. Possibly he thinks about it too much. It’s what he does; he intellectualizes. But he can’t know for sure – would I like subbing? Would I get anything out of it?
Still, he doesn’t say anything. Until, that is, one night after he’s finally gotten Zach over his knee to spank him. It’s aftercare time, Zach stretched out prone on the bed, still adrift in a cloud of endorphins, and Chris is rubbing lotion carefully onto Zach’s beautifully reddened ass. “Good?” Chris asks when he’s done.
“Mmm,” Zach says in agreement, turning to face Chris, and his smile is less blissed out and more predatory, and Chris wonders what, exactly, is going on in that head of his.
So, suave conversationalist that he is, he blurts it out the next night over dinner. “You know that thing we do? Are you…? I mean, did you want to…?”
Zach chuckles, but it’s a sweet chuckle. “Just say it, Chris. You’re not going to offend or scare me.”
Chris takes a deep breath. “Do you want to… switch?”
Zach actually looks a bit surprised at that, as though he doesn’t know he’s been giving off Spanky Signals all over the place. Now it’s his turn to stutter. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t want to try to talk you into anything you don’t want to do. I didn’t know how to ask you… I mean, have you subbed before?”
“Not… exactly,” Chris says.
“We don’t have to,” Zach says, taking a gulp of his wine. “I like it, but I don’t necessarily need it, especially if you don’t—”
“But you do like it?”
“Well… yeah.”
“How much?”
“I told you, we don’t have to do anything—”
Chris grits his teeth in frustration. How can they be so in sync when they’re in the bedroom and yet flounder so badly when it comes to talking? “I’m not… caving in to you, or whatever. I’m just asking – how much do you like it?”
“Um,” Zach says, staring at his wine glass, “kind of… a lot.”
“Then… I think I’d like to try.”
That perks Zach up immediately, though he tries to look sheepish about it. “You would?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it. And how do I know whether or not I like it until I try?”
Zach nods his head fervently. “We can go as easy as you like. And I don’t tend to do a lot of pain stuff, anyway. Just a lot of bossing around and servicing, that kind of thing. Sometimes restraints.”
“I think…” Chris says slowly. “I think I could get into that.”
There’s that smile again, and then time seems to rush by and they’re at the club again, because Chris thought he’d be better able to get into it in the right environment.
“You ready?” Zach asks, having procured a key to one of the back rooms.
“Yeah,” Chris says, as steadily as he can.
Zach kisses him sweetly and presses the key into his palm. “Then go back there, take your clothes off, and kneel by the bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Re: Love You With My Hands Tied, one month later (2/2) (NC-17)
Date: 2011-11-24 02:58 am (UTC)By the time he kneels by the bed, sitting back on his heels, Chris is almost shaking with nerves. He wonders if he’s even going to get hard, worries what will happen if he can’t do this, how awkward it will be. But it’s Zach, the same guy who sings horrible pop songs in the shower and loves to lie in bed and watch Ace of Cakes marathons. Whatever happens, Chris is safe with Zach. Reminding himself of that calms Chris considerably, and he turns his mind to what’s about to happen.
Zach can do anything to Chris that he wants. He could make Chris suck his cock, that much is obvious. And though Chris doesn’t like having his face fucked (not like Zach – but nobody likes it as much as Zach does), he does like the weight of Zach’s cock on his tongue. He loves the sounds Zach makes when he’s sucking him.
But Zach is creative and patient and, Chris imagines, an unholy tease. He could strap Chris to the bed and lick every square inch of him, save for his dick. Or he could press Chris facedown into the bed, sliding his wet cock between Chris’ ass cheeks without pushing in, no matter how ready Chris is for him. Fuck, that would be hot.
Chris’ cock is starting to respond to his imagination, and without thinking about it, he begins to lazily jerk himself to full hardness. He has no idea what’s in that bag that Zach had brought with him from home – he could have a dildo to fill Chris’ ass while he fills Chris’ mouth with his cock. He could have a cock ring to keep Chris hard for ages while he rides him with abandon, treating Chris as little more than a human sex toy.
Chris is almost panting when he hears the door begin to open, and he quickly pulls his hand away from his cock. Even though Zach had said nothing about keeping his hands off himself, he immediately blushes a little with guilt. But Chris doesn’t have long to feel guilty, because Zach is wearing the black mask – where did he find that? – the same one Chris was wearing the night they first met. The sight ought to be a little silly, but what with the cant of Zach’s hips and the bulge in his jeans, it’s nothing but breathtaking.
Zach scans down Chris’ body and smirks at the erection curving up toward Chris’ belly. He strides over lazily, like he’s got all the time in the world, and reaches down to caress Chris’ cheek, sweetly but possessively, his brown eyes burning with lust. He runs a hand through Chris’ hair once, twice, then fists his hand in it and yanks Chris up to his knees, level with Zach’s crotch.
Chris’ eyes water with the brief burst of pain, but his cock twitches and he buries his face against the denim in front of him, already desperate for the smell of Zach’s arousal. Yeah, he thinks, this is gonna work just fine.
Re: Love You With My Hands Tied, one month later (2/2) (NC-17)
Date: 2011-11-29 04:38 pm (UTC)LOVE this! This makes me so happy and it was exactly what I'd been crossing my fingers for. Love this story- it's the hot and the total awkwardness that does it for me- and I love that you were able to recapture both for this follow up.
Thank you so much!
Re: Love You With My Hands Tied, one month later (2/2) (NC-17)
Date: 2011-12-03 03:17 am (UTC)Back to You, Al, one year later, PG
Date: 2011-11-25 03:35 am (UTC)Apparently, their Thanksgiving tradition was that one of them had to end the day grumpy enough to strangle somebody. At least it was Zach’s turn this year.
“What? You wanted a Pine family Thanksgiving,” Chris said defensively, “and I gave you a Pine family Thanksgiving.”
Zach just slumped down further in the passenger seat. “Is it always that… passive-aggressive?”
“No, sometimes it’s worse. Just be glad Aunt Ellie wasn’t there. She’d probably have given you a pamphlet on gayness re-education camp.”
“Your mom was bad enough,” Zach said sullenly.
“She was not that bad,” Chris tried. In response, Zach sulked so hard it was nearly audible. “Okay, she was bad. But one day she will come around to accepting the fact that you cannot give her grandchildren.”
“She already has a grandchild!”
“Apparently it’s quantity that counts,” Chris said with a sigh. “And you have to admit, you never did get off on the right foot with her.”
“I didn’t mean for her to overhear me snarking about psychologists!” Zach said, gesturing wildly. “And I was totally kidding, anyway. Why is she still hanging on to that?”
“Well, the ‘criminally overpaid witch doctors’ comment might have had something to do with it. That tends to stick in the brain.”
“That was, like, three years ago. And in no way justifies giving me the gristly pieces of turkey.”
“Tell me that was worse than Tyler’s tofurkey,” Chris muttered. Apparently, the grumpiness was contagious. “Just try to convince me of that.”
“I hate this fucking holiday,” Zach griped. “Isn’t tryptophan supposed to make you happy?”
“Kind of, but there’s really not as much of it in turkey as the poultry racket would have you believe.” Chris sighed as he pulled into the driveway. “And don’t say you hate Thanksgiving.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It makes you sound like the Grinch. Worse than the Grinch, because think about it: there’s one holiday a year that’s purely about being grateful for what you have. And every year, it gets plowed over by early Christmas crap. It gets treated like a speed bump, and I think it deserves better than that.”
That actually made Zach stop sulking for a moment and uncross his arms. “Didn’t know you felt that strongly about it.”
Chris couldn’t help but smile a little as he turned off the car. “Me neither, actually. I just… I like the parade. And the food. And the football. But you’re allowed to gripe about the football.”
“I just wish every single one of your uncles hadn’t assumed the gay boy needs football explained to him. I’m from Pittsburgh; I fucking played football. Peewee leagues, but it still counts.”
“I’m sorry,” Chris said, now more amused than irritated. He leaned over the console and kissed Zach coyly on the cheek. “Let me make it up to you?”
“You can’t fix everything with your dick, you know,” Zach said, but Chris could see his crankiness slipping away.
“Maybe not, but goddammit, I’ve got to try.”
“Well, there’s something to be thankful for.”
Re: Back to You, Al, one year later, PG
Date: 2011-12-06 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 07:48 am (UTC)A Good Hard Lei a year later
A Good Hard Lei, one year later, NC-17 (1/2)
Date: 2011-11-27 05:25 am (UTC)Chris stumbles into the room and, catching himself on the small table, looks around. “So this is a TV star’s trailer, huh?” It’s half the size of his tiny apartment. “Thought it’d be bigger.”
“This is only the first season,” Zach says with an eye roll. “I can’t start demanding pay raises and a huge luxury trailer until at least the third.”
“Oh, is that how that works?” Chris asks with a grin, turning to tug Zach toward him. “I always wondered.”
Zach sighs. “Yep. I’ve totally got to rough it ‘til then.”
“Yes, poor, poor you,” Chris mumbles against Zach’s neck, kissing his way up to Zach’s ear. “To star in a network television show that’s consistently, what, number two in its time slot?”
“I still don’t know how the hell CSI Miami is beating us! Who even watches that anymore?”
Zach has gone rigid with indignation, and yeah, that’s totally Chris’ fault for poking a sore spot, but he rubs his hands up and down Zach’s sides to soothe him. “Sorry, sorry.” He kisses Zach chastely on the lips. “What I meant was, you’re amazing and your show’s amazing, even though we get to spend, like, no time together and have to settle for jerking off to each other’s dirty texts.”
That makes Zach melt a little into his arms. “I know. I wish it didn’t have to be like that. But in just a couple of months, it’ll be summer hiatus, and then you’ll have me all to yourself.”
“Can’t wait that long,” Chris murmurs, reaching down to Zach’s ass to pull their hips together firmly. It’s been far too long since Zach has even had enough time off for this, and Chris doesn’t want to waste it bickering. He grinds against Zach, the other man’s dick starting to respond to the friction, and Zach groans softly.
“Couch,” he says, shuffling them over to the sofa without breaking contact with Chris’ body. It’s awkward, but luckily it only lasts for a few steps until they’re collapsing down on to the couch, Chris atop Zach.
“They work you much too hard,” Chris says, shoving Zach’s shirt up to his armpits so Zach can pull it the rest of the way off. Then Chris attacks Zach’s pants. “You need more time off to relax.”
With a chuckle, Zach lifts his hips so Chris can pull his jeans and boxers down his legs. “You’re welcome to move into my trailer and, uh, relax me between takes.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Chris sighs, bending to bury his face in the thick patch of dark curls surrounding Zach’s cock, breathing in his scent. And then he can’t talk anymore, because he’s busy licking Zach’s cock in long, teasing stripes, interspersed with teasing flicks of his tongue to the head.
Zach groans with delight, threading his hands in Chris’ hair to keep him close – as though he would try to pull away. When he finally takes Zach’s cock in his mouth, though, Zach bats at his shoulder. “Strip off and flip around,” he says between gasps, and Chris smiles around his mouthful. Zach is not always the boss of him when they fuck, but Chris is usually happy to oblige.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, since the couch really is pretty tiny, but soon Chris is positioned just right to thrust down into Zach’s mouth while continuing to suck Zach off. It’s far more difficult to concentrate, because Zach is doing something amazing and very focused with the tip of his tongue, and it’s all Chris can do to keep sloppily sucking at Zach, bobbing his head and using his tongue to rub the underside of the cock in his mouth.
At least this way they don’t have to worry about making too much noise – the trailers are awfully close together – because when Chris sucks particularly hard, Zach’s moan is muffled by Chris’ dick, a deeply gratifying vibration that has Chris threatening to blow at any second. But he holds out, keeps going until Zach’s hips are practically straining not to thrust up.
Re: A Good Hard Lei, one year later, NC-17 (2/2)
Date: 2011-11-27 05:26 am (UTC)Cuddling afterward proves to be somewhat of an impossibility, so they end up seated lengthwise on the couch, Chris acting as a backboard for Zach to slump against. Chris squeezes Zach gently with his thighs and drops a kiss on his shoulder. “Thanks for inviting me here. This was fun.”
He hears a dirty chuckle. “It was only fair. We totally did it in your dressing room the day after we met.”
Chris snorts with laughter. “Oh, yeah, the Marriott men’s room. I’d almost forgotten about that. Yes, let’s pretend this was completely comparable to that in every way.”
“Don’t knock the men’s room. That was pretty hot.” Zach links his fingers with Chris’, rests them on his thigh. “If we’re on schedule, I think I can come to your show on Thursday.”
Chris says, “You don’t have to. It’s pretty much the same show you’ve already seen a dozen times,” but inside, his heart leaps as it always does at the thought of Zach watching him perform.
“And miss that glorious view of side-butt?” Zach laughs. “Never!”
Re: A Good Hard Lei, one year later, NC-17 (1/2)
Date: 2011-11-27 07:17 am (UTC)*happy dance*
Re: A Good Hard Lei, one year later, NC-17 (1/2)
Date: 2011-12-03 03:20 am (UTC)options?
Date: 2011-11-23 08:46 am (UTC)Jordan Has Two Daddies"---Three years later
Somewhere That's Green, a year later, PG-13
Date: 2011-12-05 04:49 am (UTC)Later, much later, wrapped around each other in the back seat of Chris’ car (hey, some things were clichés for a reason), Chris rubbed his kiss-swollen lips against Zach’s jaw, amazed as always that he was already able to grow stubble by the end of the day. And only a little bit jealous. “Zach, I can’t believe that was our last—”
He was cut off by Zach’s hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it.”
“Sorry,” Chris mumbled into Zach’s palm, then nipped at it.
“Look, I just…” Zach started. “I don’t want to do that yet. Not until we have to, okay?”
“Yeah, alright,” Chris said, rolling them awkwardly until he was pressing Zach into the seat. “Am I allowed to talk about how fucking amazing you were?”
A grin spread across Zach’s face. “You’re always allowed to talk about that.”
“You.” A kiss to Zach’s jaw. “Were.” A nip below his ear. “Fucking.” A wet, sucking kiss to his neck. “Incredible. Had to work hard to suppress my boner every time you had a monologue.”
“Such a romantic,” Zach sighed, but he twisted to give Chris better access to his neck.
“Hey, it’s totally true. When you get into that headspace and you’re all, like, Actor Man, it’s so hot.”
Zach laughed, and Chris felt two large hands take hold of his ass and squeeze. “You’re not so bad, yourself.”
Chris wriggled with pleasure at the compliment, drawing a soft groan out of Zach, and then he went back to the very serious business of sucking a world-class hickey into the base of Zach’s throat.
When Zach spoke next, his voice was surprisingly soft. “We have all summer, you know.”
Detaching himself from Zach’s neck, Chris whispered, “I know.”
“I mean, you’ve got that internship at the paper during the day, and I’ll have to be gone on stupid family vacation for at least a week, but other than that…”
“Tons of time,” Chris said, planting his mouth over Zach’s again. He suddenly found he didn’t want to talk about it, either. They had the warm, slightly creaky cushions of his car’s backseat, and the next three months, and each other. And for now, that was enough.
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Date: 2011-11-23 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 09:02 am (UTC)Training Wheels, one year later, G
Date: 2011-11-26 05:10 am (UTC)He wandered out into the living room, heading toward the light in the kitchen. There, he found Zach leaning against and staring down into the sink, a glass of water on the counter beside him. It didn’t look like he’d taken a drink out of it.
“Hey,” Chris said softly, trying not to startle him.
Zach wasn’t startled, exactly, but the look in his eyes made it seem like he was coming back from somewhere very far away. “Oh, hey.”
“Nightmare?”
Zach smiled humorlessly. “No. Never been one to get nightmares, actually. I just woke up for no reason and couldn’t get back to sleep.”
Chris got the feeling there was more to that. “And?”
“And… the thoughts started up.”
Despite all the progress Zach had made, this still happened occasionally. “What this time?” Chris asked gently
“You don’t—”
“Yes, I do. What thoughts?”
Zach clutched the counter with both hands, staring pointedly into the sink again. “That I don’t deserve this. That I’m a fraud. It’s all going to be taken away from me. You—” His voice cracked. “You’re going to be taken away from me. And worse things. A lot worse things.”
Chris couldn’t help notice the wording, that Zach hadn’t said you’re going to leave me. At least he had faith in Chris. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Zach scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, still not looking at Chris. “I’m not going to wake you up in the middle of the night to try to get some free therapy.”
That stung a little after all this time, but Chris moved past it, moved closer to Zach, testing out a hand on his shoulder. Sometimes, during these rough patches, he’d pull away. This time he didn’t. “I’m not your therapist. I haven’t been for a very long time. What I am is a man who woke up in the middle of the night without his boyfriend next to him and got a little scared.”
“’m sorry,” Zach murmured, swaying gently toward Chris, who took it as an opportunity to wrap Zach’s thin frame in his arms. Zach responded immediately, pressing his face to Chris’ neck.
“Wake me up next time,” Chris whispered in Zach’s ear.
“What good would it do?” Zach asked miserably, his lips moving against Chris’ skin.
“I don’t want you to be alone and thinking those things. We don’t have to talk about them. We don’t even have to touch, if it’s one of those nights. Just let me sit in the same room and be with you.”
Zach sighed, body pressing even closer to Chris’ as the air left his lungs. “Okay.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Thank you.”
Zach snuffled a laugh against Chris’ shoulder. “Bet you won’t be thanking me the next time I shake you awake at three in the morning.”
“I’ll deal. I may be grumpy at first, but I’ll deal,” Chris said softly, rubbing a hand up and down Zach’s back. “Now come back to bed. I know something that’ll put you right to sleep.”
Zach stiffened a little in Chris’ arms. “I… I don’t know if I’m in the right mood for that.”
Chris gave Zach a squeeze and pulled back to look him in the eye. “I wasn’t talking about that. I meant a back massage.”
Cheeks flushing, Zach just looked away and said, “Oh.”
Undaunted, Chris began to steer them back toward the bedroom. “Though I’m fine with the fact that your mind went there. If you decide that’s what you need, it’s one of the many boyfriend services I can provide.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Zach said, looping an arm around Chris’ waist and pulling him close as they walked together back into the darkness of the bedroom.
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Date: 2011-11-23 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 12:13 pm (UTC)A Good Hard Lei - anytime, really
Somewhere That's Green - umm...10-11 months later? ;-)
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Date: 2011-11-23 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-25 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-25 04:16 am (UTC)Training Wheels, one day later, PG
Date: 2011-12-05 04:56 am (UTC)“Oh shit, you picked up.”
Two years gone by and he still would have recognized that voice even if he hadn’t programmed the number into his phone the night before. And the sound of it still made him blush. “Was I not supposed to?”
“No, no, that’s fine, I guess I just wasn’t expecting… I think I was supposed to wait 24 hours before calling you? Is that the deal? Or is it more, because honest to god, I’ve been out of this game so long, I don’t know how to—”
“Chris, it’s fine,” Zach said with a laugh. This flustered (but completely endearing) side of Chris would take some getting used to. “I… I’m glad you called.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… good. I didn’t know if we had decided that you would call me, or I would call you, or what.”
“I don’t think we decided anything.” Zach flushed again at the thought of how forward he’d been last night, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. After all, it had resulted in Chris on the other end of the line, and that was something he hadn’t allowed himself to imagine in a long time. Maybe he could try to keep the momentum going just a little longer. “But since you called… do you want to go out sometime?”
There was silence on the line, and Zach’s heart shot into his throat before he heard, “Dammit, that’s what I was going to ask you.”
“Too bad, I got there first,” Zach said, trying to keep the relief out of his voice. “So, when did you want to—”
“I’m free tonight.” Another pause. “Wait, is that too soon? Am I coming across as desperate here?”
“Tonight’s great,” Zach said quickly. But then he took a deep breath. “Look, I know what I said last night, about wanting to show you… things.”
“I vividly remember that, yes.”
Zach was glad Chris couldn’t see him squirming where he sat. “I still want that. I want that a lot. But I also want to take things slow.”
Chris’ voice, when he replied, was soft. “I’d like that, too. I haven’t done this whole dating thing in… my god, it’s been years. Since before I started doing the surrogate work. I don’t remember the rules.”
“No rules. I know where I want us to end up. I just… don’t want to rush there. Because…” Because I’m pretty sure I still love you, and I don’t want to fuck this up. “Because I want to enjoy it. Every step. Does that sound weird?”
“Not at all. That sounds… really romantic, actually. I think I’ve missed that.”
The thought of it was more anxiety-provoking than Zach had realized, the idea that they’d be on equal ground. No more Chris leading the way, even when it was Zach’s decision when to move forward. Chris could never just be some guy that Zach had met in a bar – there was too much at stake for that – but maybe they could make this new thing work. No, they could make this new thing work, Zach was sure of it.
He took another deep breath. “Can I pick you up at seven? I know this great little Italian place.”
Chris chuckled. “Why do I think you know all the great little Italian places?”
“We all know each other. The heads of the five families meet every month. Corleone, Tattaglia, Barzini…”
“Stracci and Quinto. You’d make an excellent gangster. I bet you look amazing in pinstripes.”
God, Chris was flirting with him again, and Zach felt high as a kite. “I don’t know if I can dig out my zoot suit in time for tonight, but I promise, I look equally amazing in black.”
“I bet you do,” Chris said, and the tone of his voice made Zach momentarily regret his decision to take things slow.
But no, this was right. Just the fact that he enjoyed talking with Chris so much meant that they’d get there. “Seven o’clock,” Zach said firmly.
“Capisce,” Chris said solemnly. Then, “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. See you tonight.”
“Bye.”
Zach set his phone carefully on the table before throwing his arms in the air and whooping so loud it sent Noah scurrying under the coffee table.
Re: Training Wheels, one day later, PG
Date: 2011-12-06 04:24 am (UTC)Re: Training Wheels, one day later, PG
Date: 2011-12-06 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-23 06:13 pm (UTC)Unfaithful, one year later
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Date: 2011-11-23 07:18 pm (UTC)Back to You, Al, 2 hours prior
Tired of This Town Again, 4 weeks later
The Truth About Chris and Zach 10 years later
*blush* Erm, take your pick. I just love everything SO MUCH!
The Truth About Chris and Zach, 10 years later
Date: 2011-12-27 05:20 am (UTC)But it started with a venomless “Fuck you, you fucking fucker,” from Chris, who not two seconds later was wrapped in a truly undignified embrace with Zach. “Where have you been?”
“Oh, because it’s my fault you haven’t called me?” Zach groans, but his arms are tightening indecently around Chris’ waist.
“You didn’t call me, either,” Chris says petulantly, now actually nuzzling into Zach’s neck. So far only John and Karl are in the room to witness this… display, but other people will be in shortly. People not as well acquainted with this particular relationship.
“Hey, you went and got all married on me,” Zach says accusatorily.
It’s true, though none of them found out until after the fact – Chris had secretly married a costume assistant from the second Jack Ryan movie. Apparently, not even Zach had been invited; at least Zoe feels a little less left out now.
“You were doing your New York thing again, and most of my family wasn’t even invited,” Chris sighs. “But you’ve got to meet her. You’ll adore her – she hates everything I wear.”
They’re still wrapped around each other, completely oblivious to anyone else in the room. “How the fuck did this happen?” Zach whines, pulling back to look Chris in the eye.
“Fucking life,” Chris groans. “But we won’t let it happen again. We’ve got a movie to do, remember?”
“Mmm,” Zach says, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against Chris. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too, you asshole.”
Zoe swears they’re going to kiss, but when a moment passes and they don’t, she clears her throat loudly. “Gentlemen?”
“Oops, busted,” Zach laughs, untangling himself from Chris with no awkwardness at all.
“Time for work,” Chris says very solemnly, taking a seat at the round table. Zach slides into the seat next to him, and they shoot each other a look. “Very serious work.”
They both burst out laughing.
Zoe sighs. Here they go again.
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