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Okay, so I'm kind of frustrated with myself at the moment. Instead of working on all the fics I need to finish, I started yet another lengthy AU. :oP Anyway, I want to kick my Muse's ass a bit, so I'm going to borrow a meme that ewinfic did a few weeks ago:

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 pic from, that's fine!

Prompting is now closed -- please check back here for fills.
If you didn't get to put a prompt in, don't worry! I'm sure I'll do this meme again. :o)

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Your Turn, day after OR six months before.

What You See, two months after.

Package Deal, one month after.

“Shit, Zach, I can’t go out there like this!”

Zach gapes at him. “Seriously, Pine? Seriously? You’re going to start all that again? It’s really not cute.”

Chris groans and rolls his eyes. “Not the thong, you tool. I mean I can’t go out there like this.” He opens his robe, and oh. The massive erection.

“Apologies,” Zach says, reaching around him to pull the door shut. “That would… No, you cannot go out like that.”

“Well,” Chris says pointedly.

“Well what?”

“Speaking of really not cute,” Chris growls and reaches up to shove down on Zach’s shoulders. It takes him a second to realize that Chris is trying to push him down to his knees – trying being the operative word, as the shoes raise Zach’s center of gravity by about six inches and Chris’ forehead is starting to wrinkle with frustration. It’s really kind of… adorable.

“Rocky,” Zach says in his best deep Tim Curry voice, tilting Chris’ chin up with his forefinger. “Ask Frankie nicely.”

For a second, he’s worried that Chris is going to smack him or at least give his garter belt a good snap, but then Chris’ eyes go wide and puppyish and he gives a soft, pleading, Rocky-like grunt and Zach laughs as he carefully kneels, clutching the countertop for balance on the way down. John’s guest bathroom is much too small for this and everyone (sans Simon and Anton, sadly, but plus Eric) is waiting outside, but no sense in letting a good hard-on go to waste.

Pressed for time, Zach doesn’t bother to tease, just wraps his lips around the head of Chris’ dick and starts to suck. Chris moans softly and widens his stance a little, his hands coming up to rest in Zach’s hair but starting to wander. He tugs at the boa around Zach’s neck, running the soft feathers through his fingers.

Zach pulls off of him with a pop. “I can’t wash that. You are not going to come on it.”

“Better swallow, then,” Chris says with a wink and Zach wonders why he ever thought Chris was terminally straight. But as Zach gets back to work, Chris gently pulls the length of the boa from Zach’s shoulders, looping it around his hands. He parts the robe a little wider and brings the feathered mass up to his chest, teasing at first one nipple then the other and, yeah, that’s kind of blazingly hot. Zach groans around Chris’ dick and reaches down to pull himself out of his black briefs. The floor is easily-cleanable tile; what John doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

When Chris spies what Zach’s doing, he moans a little too loudly and his hips twitch involuntarily. “Shit, Zach, that’s so hot. That’s it, jerk yourse—ah!”

Zach swirls his tongue again to shut Chris up – he’s close enough as it is, and he’s pretty sure that if there’s a lull in conversation outside the bathroom, everyone’s going to know exactly what his left hand is doing. So he redoubles his efforts, tonguing the slit of Chris’ cock and bringing his other hand up to lightly squeeze Chris’ balls, still trapped in the gold thong. Chris makes a choking, stuttered sound and comes, dropping the boa directly on Zach’s head, though it doesn’t stop Zach from swallowing each hot pulse (mostly to preserve his makeup), then coming all over his hand and the floor with a silent shudder.

Chris groans with relief and stumbles back against the sink, looking patently ridiculous with his robe flapping open and his cock still hanging out, but Zach’s not one to complain. Chris tosses him the hand towel from the rack, but luckily Zach manages to catch it – with his clean hand. “Tissues, Christopher. I don’t really want to explain to John why this has to go in the laundry immediately.”

With a grin, Chris takes back the towel, too lazily sated to object to Zach’s grumpy tone. Zach takes the proffered tissues and carefully cleans the floor before standing back up. To his utter embarrassment, Chris has to help him – no matter how sexy they are, six-inch heels aren’t forgiving of wobbly knees.

Zach flushes the tissues and turns back around in time to see Chris gingerly tucking himself back in the thong. He’s not hard anymore, but his cock is still noticeably swollen, and Zach feels a little spike of jealousy at the thought that somebody just might notice. Chris notices all that noticing and reties the robe around himself, then strides up to Zach for a deep, wet kiss, coming up on his tiptoes and melting against Zach’s body.

They’re interrupted by a loud banging on the door and an Aussie-accented “Are you fucking done in there?”

Then, from further away, Zoe’s voice: “I think the better question would be whether they’re done fucking in there,” followed by much whooping and hollering from the peanut gallery and a loud groan from John.

They sheepishly exit the bathroom to chants of “Frank and Rocky, rah rah rah!”

You're most welcome! I'm glad you suggested this one!

Glad you liked it! And yes, there will be more pretty soon -- I've got a pre-teen Nina fic almost finished and a metric ton of plotbunnies hopping around!

When I wrote the original, I honestly didn't intend for it to become a series, but I think that's an inherent part of kid!fic, wanting to write all those milestones along the way. I should have at least a little bit more posted soon!

Hey, I'm totally excited that other people are excited about my kid fic! Glad you liked it!

You're very welcome! I'm glad you suggested it -- I wanted to do a little follow-up, but I didn't quite have enough for a full fic. So pleased you liked it!

::flail:: I LOVE THIS.

YAAAAAAAY!!!!! this was awesome and perfect and HOT! zoe's line is the best :)

so glad they're still makin' out a month later :)

brb, revisiting the image of Zach in six inch heels....

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MORE ROCKY AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have no idea how much I fucking LOVE you for that fic... so this just makes me love you more! :D

(You might be pleased to know that I've got more planned in this 'verse!) Yessss! *flails everywhere*

The image of Zach in heels should be revisited frequently. ::nods solemnly:: Glad you liked it!

Thank you for all the love! The whole time I was writing that, I was thinking "Is anybody even gonna get this?" I should never underestimate Pinto fandom!

THANK YOU!

Hee hee, it's great to see how many people are excited about that!

Chris is looking for a red rose. Cliché, yes, but also easily obtainable and highly visible against the charcoal jacket in whose lapel it should be tucked, which he was told would be his companion’s identifying features. God, Chris loves a man in a charcoal suit.

The hotel lounge bustles with activity. It’s a Friday night, so the bar is surrounded by business men and women either celebrating this week’s wheelings and dealings or trying to forget them in a haze of alcohol. Chris can’t imagine that the man he’s looking for is among that crowd. He scans the booths, looking for a dark head of hair and the rose.

He finds both tucked into a booth at the far end of the lounge and oh, the man they adorn is truly a vision, all dark eyes and sensual mouth. Chris practically glides across the room, heedless of the stumbling patrons and overworked waitresses, until he’s standing by the table. Upon seeing Chris, the man rises easily, smoothing his tie and offering his hand. “You’re Christopher Whitelaw?”

“None other,” Chris says, enjoying the other man’s strong handshake. “I’m afraid the service didn’t give me your name.”

“Zachary,” he says with a small, mischievous smile, and Chris looks him up and down appraisingly. Looks to be worth the money, this one.

“Mind if I have a drink before we begin?” Chris asks, sliding into the booth opposite Zachary, not bothering to hide the pleasure he takes at glancing over the other man’s handsome face, the strong set of his shoulders, the grace of his hands as he clutches his own drink.

“Please do,” Zachary says. “It’s your time, after all.”

When the waitress stops by, Chris orders scotch, neat, and flirts with her until she actually manages to crack a smile. He looks back at Zach to see one manicured, elegant eyebrow raised. “Oh, don’t be jealous. Just brightening her evening.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were showing off,” says Zachary with thinly disguised amusement.

Chris smiles back coyly. “Now why would I need to do that? I believe I’m assured of your attentions for the rest of the evening.”

“I’m an escort, not a psychologist,” Zachary says, leaning back in the booth and scanning the whole of Chris’ upper body. “But if I had to guess, I’d say you think you have something to prove to me.”

“And what would that be, oh keen observer of human behavior?”

Zachary waits until the waitress has set down Chris’ drink, winked at him, and walked away before locking eyes with Chris and answering, “Your desirability. Your obvious lack of need for purchasing my services.”

“And yet, here you are,” Chris says, taking a long, slow drink without ever looking away.

“Here I am – ready, willing, and irrefutably able.”

“Irrefutably able,” Chris repeats, licking his lips. “I like that.”

“If that impresses you, prepare to be utterly awestruck by my other talents,” Zachary says softly with a slow smile that’s nothing short of lascivious.

Chris swigs his drink. Maybe the eagerness is breaking character a bit, but if he doesn’t get Zach upstairs soon, he’s going to drag him right across the table and have his way with him right here. “I believe I’m finished with my drink. In fact, I’m a bit tired of this environment altogether – too many people.”

Zach stands, effortlessly as ever, and nods toward the bank of elevators. “Lay on, Macduff.”

As the elevator doors close, Chris can’t help but grin – this is going to be so much fun. Even better than the bar, now that they’ve got a ridiculously expensive suite at their disposal. And he’s totally gonna get Zach back for that Bones-esque psychologist line.

I can't even begin to start with how much I love this. XD I mean, there's the utter hotness of Zach in that suit; there's Chris intentionally trying to get Zach jealous; there's the very idea of Zach as a high-priced (I'd presume) rentboy; and OH YEAH THERE'S THE PART WHERE HE FREAKIN' QUOTES SHAKESPEARE.

*swoons*

*recovers to glomp you*

Heh heh, thanks! I think this one was the most fun to write so far. And you'd better believe Zach is high-priced! ;o)

“So, um, exactly how extensive was your exploration of my, uh…”

“Porn library? Spank bank? Finely organized collection of masturbatory materials?”

Chris claps a hand over his eyes. “Yes, that.”

“I got a general overview of your love of ladies wearing butt plugs, but I’ve got to say, the gay stuff was pretty poor quality.”

“First you break into my porn stash and then you insult it?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Zach says quickly, rolling over to press apologetic kisses to Chris’ collarbone. “Why don’t you just tell me what you’re into and let me find some good stuff for you?”

“Oh, what I’m into, huh?” Chris chuckles, getting comfortable as Zach licks and nips his way down Chris’ chest. “You want specifics? Okay, I’m into gorgeous, intelligent, yet slightly arrogant brunet men who like to get down on all fours and have their skinny asses pounded by ruggedly handsome Lotharios with blue eyes and a stunning command of the English language.”

Zach lifts his head. “Okay, I just know you’re trying to tell me something, but what?”

Chris lets out a surprised laugh, one hand coming up to trace Zach’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Well, the ‘on all fours’ part is negotiable and the pounding can wait, but the basic scenario is one of my favorites.”

“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard tonight?” Zach growls, rolling onto his back and pulling Chris on top of him.

“You have no idea.”

Chris kisses Zach deeply, stealing the breath from his lungs as their tongues curl and lash against each other. Zach couldn’t get away if he wanted to – Chris is pinning him down so hard he can barely rock his hips up against the other man’s thigh as his cock starts to swell again. When Chris finally pulls back, Zach is nearly gasping. He’s completely at Chris’ mercy and his heart squeezes hard in his chest at the thought. “Chris,” he says before he can think better of it. “I’m yours.”

“Mmm, for the rest of the night,” Chris murmurs happily as he nuzzles Zach’s throat.

“For as long as you want.”

Chris doesn’t even pause. “That could be a while.”

“I know.”

“Is this what you want?” Chris asks softly, lifting his head to look Zach in the eye.

“Yes,” Zach says fervently, wanting to leave no room in Chris’ head for doubt.

“Mmkay then,” Chris says with a gentle smile and an open-handed smack to Zach’s hip. “Up on all fours.”

“The pounding?”

“The pounding.”

“Bring it.”

“What’s your favorite position?”

“Bottoming or topping?” Chris asks with a lazy grin.

“Bottoming, of course.”

“’Of course’?”

Zach smiles, reaching a hand over to smear the sticky mess across Chris’ belly. “I’ve decided I like this ‘topping’ thing.”

“Knew you would,” Chris says arrogantly, and Zach can feel Chris’ cock slowly starting to swell again.

“Fuck.”

“Hey, I haven’t had any in a month. Chris Junior is used to getting a little more attention. And it looks like Zach Junior is making a comeback there.”

Damn it, Chris is right again. “I believe I asked you a question,” Zach reminds him.

“Ah, yes,” Chris says, sitting up. “Get on your knees.”

“I thought you said I was—”

“I didn’t forget – have a little faith in me,” Chris says with an eye roll. “Get on your knees, sitting back on your heels. And you might want to stack up some pillows behind you.”

Zach gets himself set up while Chris rolls away toward the bedside table. Zach takes that moment to examine the strong line of Chris’ back, the perfect roundness of his ass… Before Zach knows it his eyes are slipping closed and he’s stroking himself, fully hard now.

He snaps back to attention when Chris removes Zach’s hand from his cock and replaces it with his own, slick with lube. Before Zach can even form the question, Chris is straddling Zach’s thighs, gripping the base of Zach’s cock and lowering himself down onto it, still sufficiently stretched from before.

“Oh,” moans Zach softly as Chris sinks down until Zach is buried in him completely. Chris is pressed against him from belly to shoulders, looking right in his eyes from slightly above. “Oh.”

“It’s good, right?” Chris asks with a soft kiss against Zach’s lips. He rises up and sinks down again slowly, not trying to tease Zach into action this time, just enjoying their connection, the slide of skin on skin. “Hell on the knees, but just so… intimate.”

And there’s a word Zach never thought he’d hear pass Chris’ lips. He wraps his arms around Chris and kisses his chest, his collarbone, his throat – any patch of skin that comes near his mouth as Chris keeps up that lazy rhythm. The urgency from earlier has calmed now and Zach has time to savor the heat and nearness of Chris’ body, the sex-drenched scent of him. As the ache grows, Zach begins to push up on his own knees, meeting Chris in the middle.

When Chris takes Zach’s face between his hands and kisses him, slow and languid and soul-deep, it might just be the best fucking thing Zach’s ever felt in his life – Chris around him, over him, under his skin. Their bodies are pressed so close that it’s hard for Zach to get a hand between them, but he has to touch Chris, try and give back even a fraction of what he’s feeling.

It goes on for a long, long time, and sure enough, Zach’s knees begin to burn and Chris’ thighs shake from the strain. “I’m ready,” Chris whispers against Zach’s lips. Zach doesn’t even have to ask what it means, just increases the pressure of his hand, rubs the pad his thumb firmly beneath the head of Chris’ cock and Chris shudders quietly, liquid warmth spilling between their bodies. Zach follows him easily, clutching Chris to him and moaning into the soft skin at his neck.

When they collapse back to the bed this time, Zach knows he’s done for the night. Chris’ “deficit” – whatever’s left of it – will have to wait until morning, because two back-to-back orgasms have Zach sliding down into sleep from the moment his head touches the pillow. He reaches out, finds the warmth of Chris’ skin under his palm. “G’night,” he whispers into the darkness.

“Good night,” he hears back, and the last thing he feels is the tender press of Chris’ lips against his temple.

I just wanted to tell you that *all* of these fics are amazing! Reading them is like revisiting with friends. I don't know how you've done it but all of the fics make perfect sense when coupled with the original. LOVE THEM ALL!

Guh. Me = puddle on the floor.

:D

*swoon*
truly, you are my hero. i will never be able to get the image of zach as frankenfurter out of my head, and for that, i probably owe you my first born child or something.

WIN.

*flails incoherently*

thank you. you just seriously improved the quality of my afternoon. :D
xoxox

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