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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I would like to register my pout at getting back online too late to participate.

*pout*

Weeeeeeell, since you have a good excuse and I'm in a good mood and I stole the meme from you in the first place (and also because ZQ is pouting so perfectly in your icon), if there's a timestamp prompt you'd really like me to write, I think I can probably manage it. ;o)

*bats eyelashes* I FEEL SO SPECIAL.

I choose Binky, two days later.

Because aside from Yellow Light it's my fave. I laughed SO HARD at that fic. :D

It’s two days before Chris forgets their agreement. Well, it’s two days before the next compensatory black magic blowjob, and after Zach has finished calling out the names of numerous major and minor deities in a octave no dignified man should reach, Chris gently tucks him back in his underwear and turns for the door.

The best Zach can do is sling an arm out, and it’s by pure luck that his fingers snag in Chris’ belt as he tries to make his getaway. And Chris doesn’t stop immediately, either – the two extra steps he takes yank Zach’s boneless weight off the couch and Zach ends up face first on the floor, pants still somewhere around his knees. The unbelievable shit Chris gets him into.

But he holds firm around Chris’ belt, concentrating all of his strength in his fingers until he can regain the necessary motor function to get his knees under him, and from there to stand up. “Christopher,” he says, pulling his jeans up with as much poise as he can muster. “Have you forgotten our agreement?”

“I think your nose is rug burned,” Chris says helpfully.

“Get your ass on the couch.”

“I really ought to get going.”

“Ass. Couch. Now.”

Chris obeys, sitting rather primly on the edge of the cushions as Zach starts pacing in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“Plotting my reciprocation.”

“Could you plot faster? There’s a new episode of Dancing with the Stars on tonight.”

Zach gapes. “Seriously? Seriously? I’m devising ways to make you come and all you can think about is Tom fucking Bergeron? I am insulted.”

“I thought we already established the fact that I’m kind of fucked up in the head.”

“I’m a little more worried that you might be fucked up in the pants,” Zach growls, climbing onto Chris’ lap. “Guess I’m just going to have to try harder.”

He shoves Chris onto his back and nearly tears his shirt trying to get it off. It’s a stupid shirt anyway, and Chris looks much, much better with it off. Zach’s on a mission now. Chris knows his weakness – though reality-warping blowjobs are kind of an obvious Achilles' heel – now he just has to find Chris’. He’s sucked Chris off, rimmed him, fingered him, fucked him, been fucked by him, and Chris has… well, “responded positively” doesn’t quite seem to cover it. There are dents in the wall above Zach’s headboard to attest to that. But none of it feels as overwhelming, as deep-down necessary as Chris’ mouth around Zach’s cock. Zach just needs to find the thing that Chris absolutely, positively can’t say no to.

It’s not biting or nipple-tweaking. For a moment, Zach thinks it might be frotting until he sees Chris’ eyes dart toward the digital clock. When Chris actually yawns and politely covers his mouth, Zach knows Chris is actively fucking with him, but it doesn’t matter. When he hits the right spot, Chris won’t even be able to think, let alone fuck with Zach.

They tussle for position on the couch, Chris trying to squirm away and Zach dragging him back down. They’re both half-naked and sweaty, skin marred with red from teeth and fingernails and Zach’s dick is making a valiant effort at a comeback from all the Chris under his hands and mouth. At some point Chris realizes this, palms Zach roughly through his jeans and uses the moment of distraction to wiggle away. Zach swings out again blindly, his open hand smacking hard across the swell of Chris’ ass.

Chris squeaks and freezes in his tracks.

Fucking bingo.

Zach has him face down on the floor, his pants and underwear yanked down within seconds. He brings his hand down again and again, reveling in the way Chris’ shouts break down from curses to bare syllables to clipped grunts. He’s humping the floor before Zach’s hand really even has a chance to sting, hips grinding down in a long, rough thrust on a particularly vicious smack as he comes.

Zach considers leaving him there, spent and panting, as Chris has left him so many times before, but he can’t do it. Also, the floor is disgusting, so Zach helps Chris roll over so as not to accidentally get some kind of flesh-eating fungus up his nose that will rot his face off. Really, Zach saw it on TV once.

“I told you,” Chris groans, the rug burn on his own nose starting to turn an angry pink. “Fucked up in the head.”

“I dunno,” Zach says with a grin. “If I have a bad day on set, I really, really think spanking you will make me feel better.”

“Sick bastard,” Chris says, but Zach doesn’t miss the way he squeezes his own ass lightly as he reaches down to pull his pants back up.

Zach decides not to go over the next day’s lines that night.

I don't quite know how to thank you for the fact that I woke up to this in my inbox this morning.

Really. Words... they don't cover it. They don't come CLOSE. What a wonderful way to start my day. :D

Hee hee, so glad you like it! This was a fun one to revisit...

Heh, Dancing with the Stars, hehe... bless Chris' little pink bottom :o)

bless Chris' little pink bottom

This made me giggle for an embarrassingly long time. Thanks for reading!

I adore spanking stories. This one is great, with all the rough and tumble, and wriggling around beforehand. Absolutely lovely.

Renee

Glad you liked it!

Oh, hell yes.

:oD

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