the_deep_magic | Timestamp comment fics (CLOSED)

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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Repertoire, a week earlier.

As usual, Zach had him down to a single word and (again) as usual, that word was “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” moaned steadily into the pillow in which his face was buried. When Zach finally stopped teasing and worked his tongue into Chris’ hole, Chris yelped into the pillow and jerked so hard the top of his head hit the headboard.

Zach pulled back to laugh. “Please try not to smother yourself up there.”

If Chris were in any state to reply, he would remind Zach of the series of nasty phone calls from his neighbor calling him a filthy pervert and telling him to turn down the volume on the porn. Instead, he mostly just growled and shoved his ass even higher in the air until Zach got the hint and put his mouth back where it belonged.

Within minutes, Chris was entirely sub-verbal, wailing steadily into the pillow as his throbbing, neglected cock dripped helplessly onto the sheets. Zach had him spread open so wide that his thighs were starting to burn with the strain, but as always Zach showed no signs of tiring. When Chris felt Zach’s fingers playing with his balls, his thumb pressing firmly against Chris’ taint, his whole body started to shake. He couldn’t come untouched – Zach knew that perfectly well, but made no move to touch Chris’ cock until every one of his muscles was painfully tight with anticipation and he was nearly silent, too far out of his mind even to moan.

Only then did Zach reach for Chris’ cock, pumping it in long, hard strokes while his tongue continued to stab and twist. Chris keened into the pillow as he came, letting Zach wring every blissful pulse out of him until he collapsed to the bed. After a moment, Zach slid up the bed and helpfully rolled Chris over, out of the puddle of drool on the pillow so he could breathe again.

“You fucking sadist,” Chris groaned as Zach molded himself against Chris’ side.

“Don’t even start,” Zach chuckled, nuzzling and licking the sensitive spot just behind Chris’ ear. “You fucking love it.”

“S’pose there’s no use in denying it,” Chris sighed, grinning as he felt Zach’s erection press hard against his hip. “God, I bet you were a hit with the ladies. Y’know, back in the day.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing a girl loves more than a fumbling, unibrowed geek who hasn’t quite figured out that the reason he’s not into it is that she’s not a dude.”

“No, but seriously,” Chris said, turning to kiss Zach, bite gently at his lower lip. “That tongue, holy fuck.”

“Can’t say I ever went muff diving in my straight days,” Zach murmured, drawing a loud laugh from Chris.

“Did you just say ‘muff diving’?”

“What should I have said, cunnilingus? Eating out at the Pink Taco Palace? Carpet munching?”

Chris wheezed with laughter. “Say it again!”

“What, carpet munching?”

By now Chris was laughing so hard he’d started to curl in on himself and tears were leaking from his eyes. “Oh god. Oh my god. Funniest thing ever. Seriously. You need to turn it into a stand-up routine, take that shit on the road.” Zach just glared at him, and Chris took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. “Sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m not making fun of you, I just… Zachary Quinto, cockmaster, listing synonyms for oral sex on a woman. You have to admit that’s fucking funny.”

Zach smacked him right in the solar plexus. “You know, in some circles it’s considered rude to mock the man who just rimmed you, especially if you ever want him to do it again.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Chris repeated, rolling over to face Zach properly, to drop kisses along his jaw and get a hand around his half-hard cock. “How can I make it up to you?”

“That’s a start,” Zach grumbled, thrusting into Chris’ hand. “And I kind of like the sound of ‘Zachary Quinto, Cockmaster.’”

“You would,” Chris chuckled, leaning in to kiss Zach sweetly, apologetically. “Shit, though, that’s got to be, like, the only thing you’ve never done.” Zach quirked an eyebrow. “The only reasonable, non-toilet-related thing.”

Chris sped up his hand and Zach closed his eyes and moaned softly. “Your point?”

“Just… you’re so close to perfection, O Mighty Cockmaster. Don’t you want to check that off your list?”

“Are you seriously trying to convince me to eat pussy?”

“Much better terminology there. And… just something to think about.”

“Not. Right. Now,” Zach gritted out, rolling on top of Chris, kneeling, and shifting forward until his knees were practically under Chris’ armpits. When he guided his cock into Chris’ mouth, Chris sucked hard and watched as Zach’s head tipped back, that amazing, agile tongue poking out to lick his perfectly-formed lips.

Chris had an idea.

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Timestamp comment fics (CLOSED)

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