By the time Chris woke up, Zach was already sipping coffee and well into the crossword puzzle. Chris groaned and tried to motivate himself to roll over and get up. Last night, he'd been worried that Zach would have trouble falling asleep, but of course Zach was snoring within minutes and Chris was left to listen to the soft whoosh of his breathing. If he stayed up for a while watching Zach’s utterly peaceful expression as he slept, it was just to make sure Zach didn't have nightmares.
Eventually, Chris managed to come to long enough to realize that Zach had been awake for a while. "Fuck," he muttered, blinking in the late morning light. "I kept having this dream where velociraptors were chasing me through the women's section at Neiman Marcus."
"'m sorry," Zach said, leaning down to kiss Chris' forehead. Chris tried to maneuver for a kiss on the lips, but Zach gently pushed him away. "Morning breath," he said with a small smile.
"Thought you’d make an exception today in the name of spontaneous romanticism," Chris grumbled, stumbling toward the bathroom.
"You can be spontaneously romantic when your breath doesn't smell like rotting garbage," Zach laughed, and Chris came out of the bathroom, toothbrush already in his mouth, to roll his eyes at him.
When his mouth was thoroughly minty, Chris dove back under the sheets and pressed up against Zach until the other man set the paper down to kiss him properly. Chris hummed happily against Zach's lips. "I completely forgot to ask, but I guess they gave you some time off."
"Only until tomorrow afternoon."
"Shit. Getting shot at doesn't get you more than 48 hours off?"
"Welcome to network TV," Zach said with a sigh. "If I got run over by a bus tomorrow, they'd have me written out of the script by the end of the week."
Chris squinched his eyes shut. "Can we not talk about you getting hit by a bus?"
"Sorry," Zach said quietly, reaching over to stroke Chris' hair. It was all Chris could do not to whimper and nuzzle into Zach's hand. "But you've got me all day today."
"Yeah," Chris said, kissing Zach’s wrist, up his arm and shoulder until he was nearly on top of Zach. "So I was thinking – any sexy thing you want to do today, we’ll do. Anything at all, no matter how twisted or weird."
Zach appeared to give it some thought... and then reached over to pick up the newspaper again. "This is good. Do you know an Olympic swimmer with the last name Borg? I think the last letter’s an E."
Chris shot him an incredulous look. "I was talking about fooling around."
"So what is this incredibly perverse thing that you’ll do today that you normally won’t?" Zach asked casually, folding his arms over his chest and gazing at Chris.
“Well…” Chris tried in vain to come up with something. “Isn’t there some weird fantasy you’ve got that you’ve been too embarrassed to ask for?”
Zach chuckled. “Actually, I’ve pretty much thrown my worst at you and you didn’t even bat an eye. Even that Star Wars roleplaying thing.”
“See, that was fun!” Chris said, poking gently at Zach’s uninjured arm.
“C’mon, Chris, when was the last time we got to just lay in bed together and do the crossword?”
“No, yeah, that’s fine,” Chris said, resting his head against Zach’s shoulder and trying not to let his disappointment show.
Zach laughed. “Hey, that’s really sweet. But I was messing with you – the crossword can wait.”
“Oh, thank god,” Chris sighed, rolling onto his back and pulling Zach on top of him. “I will do whatever puzzles you want,” Chris murmured between kisses, “after you fuck me.”
“Making demands now?” Zach asked, sucking lightly at Chris’ jaw.
“Only if you want to fuck me.”
“Oh, I do,” Zach whispered into his ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there, and Chris moaned, pressing his hips up into Zach’s. Those were the last words spoken for a long time as Zach’s tongue took up a long, leisurely exploration of Chris’ mouth. Chris was whimpering by the time Zach pulled the lube out of the bedside drawer and had two fingers twisting deep in his body.
“Zach, please.”
“Shh,” Zach whispered against his kiss-swollen lips. “Whatever I want, remember?”
Shots Fired, the next day, R (1/2)
Eventually, Chris managed to come to long enough to realize that Zach had been awake for a while. "Fuck," he muttered, blinking in the late morning light. "I kept having this dream where velociraptors were chasing me through the women's section at Neiman Marcus."
"'m sorry," Zach said, leaning down to kiss Chris' forehead. Chris tried to maneuver for a kiss on the lips, but Zach gently pushed him away. "Morning breath," he said with a small smile.
"Thought you’d make an exception today in the name of spontaneous romanticism," Chris grumbled, stumbling toward the bathroom.
"You can be spontaneously romantic when your breath doesn't smell like rotting garbage," Zach laughed, and Chris came out of the bathroom, toothbrush already in his mouth, to roll his eyes at him.
When his mouth was thoroughly minty, Chris dove back under the sheets and pressed up against Zach until the other man set the paper down to kiss him properly. Chris hummed happily against Zach's lips. "I completely forgot to ask, but I guess they gave you some time off."
"Only until tomorrow afternoon."
"Shit. Getting shot at doesn't get you more than 48 hours off?"
"Welcome to network TV," Zach said with a sigh. "If I got run over by a bus tomorrow, they'd have me written out of the script by the end of the week."
Chris squinched his eyes shut. "Can we not talk about you getting hit by a bus?"
"Sorry," Zach said quietly, reaching over to stroke Chris' hair. It was all Chris could do not to whimper and nuzzle into Zach's hand. "But you've got me all day today."
"Yeah," Chris said, kissing Zach’s wrist, up his arm and shoulder until he was nearly on top of Zach. "So I was thinking – any sexy thing you want to do today, we’ll do. Anything at all, no matter how twisted or weird."
Zach appeared to give it some thought... and then reached over to pick up the newspaper again. "This is good. Do you know an Olympic swimmer with the last name Borg? I think the last letter’s an E."
Chris shot him an incredulous look. "I was talking about fooling around."
"So what is this incredibly perverse thing that you’ll do today that you normally won’t?" Zach asked casually, folding his arms over his chest and gazing at Chris.
“Well…” Chris tried in vain to come up with something. “Isn’t there some weird fantasy you’ve got that you’ve been too embarrassed to ask for?”
Zach chuckled. “Actually, I’ve pretty much thrown my worst at you and you didn’t even bat an eye. Even that Star Wars roleplaying thing.”
“See, that was fun!” Chris said, poking gently at Zach’s uninjured arm.
“C’mon, Chris, when was the last time we got to just lay in bed together and do the crossword?”
“No, yeah, that’s fine,” Chris said, resting his head against Zach’s shoulder and trying not to let his disappointment show.
Zach laughed. “Hey, that’s really sweet. But I was messing with you – the crossword can wait.”
“Oh, thank god,” Chris sighed, rolling onto his back and pulling Zach on top of him. “I will do whatever puzzles you want,” Chris murmured between kisses, “after you fuck me.”
“Making demands now?” Zach asked, sucking lightly at Chris’ jaw.
“Only if you want to fuck me.”
“Oh, I do,” Zach whispered into his ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there, and Chris moaned, pressing his hips up into Zach’s. Those were the last words spoken for a long time as Zach’s tongue took up a long, leisurely exploration of Chris’ mouth. Chris was whimpering by the time Zach pulled the lube out of the bedside drawer and had two fingers twisting deep in his body.
“Zach, please.”
“Shh,” Zach whispered against his kiss-swollen lips. “Whatever I want, remember?”