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[the_deep_magic]

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)

Comments

[perdiccas.livejournal.com]

Tied, two months later

Tied, two months later, R

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

Zach’s eyes were closed and his cheek pressed against the padded bench, his breathing deep and slow. He might have seemed to be asleep despite the tattoo needle buzzing against the small of his back if it weren’t for two things – the deep red flush on his cheeks and the man sitting next to him, whispering in his ear.

“… doing so well, beautiful,” Chris murmured, careful not to let his lips brush against Zach’s ear, lest he startle him. “Almost done. Still doing okay?”

Long past the point of speech, Zach squeezed Chris’ hand, the steady cadence of his breathing faltering a little. Chris spared a glance back at the tattoo artist working on Zach; he’d given the two of them an odd look when the needle had first touched Zach’s skin and Zach had moaned, clearly not out of pain. But the guy had multiple neck tattoos and what looked like a dragon claw through his septum, so Chris found it hard to imagine he was passing judgment on either of them.

“Finished,” the guy said after a minute, putting the needle away. “You wanna see it?”

“Zach,” Chris whispered, putting a gentle hand on the back of his neck. “Baby, he’s done. It’s over. Time to come back.” Zach stirred, opening his eyes and blinking rapidly at the harsh light in the room. “Could you give us a minute alone?” Chris asked the tattooist.

“Sure,” the guy said, handing him a hand mirror. “But no funny stuff. It’s not sanitary, and anyway there’s a camera up there.” He pointed to a small surveillance camera in the corner near the ceiling.

“Is that a big problem here?”

The guy grinned, showing off a gold tooth. “Let’s just say you wouldn’t be the first to try it.”

Chris smiled in what he hoped was an innocent manner as the guy finally left the room. Zach was sitting up a little now, his eyes still a little dazed. He shivered a little and pressed his hips down against the bench, gasping softly.

“None of that,” Chris said with a chuckle, putting a finger under Zach’s chin. “I know it feels good, but you’ve got to wait ‘til we get home.”

“Can’t,” Zach grumbled.

“You can and you will,” Chris said, putting the edge in his voice that Zach needed to hear.

Zach nodded. “Can I see it?”

“Of course.” Chris handed him the mirror and Zach twisted around easily until he could get a good look at it – the small Starfleet command insignia low on his back. The captain’s mark. As eager as Zach had been, Chris was a little concerned it would look cheesy. It wasn’t exactly his initials or “Property of Chris Pine,” but still. Looking at it now, though, even though the skin was red and starting to swell, it looked…

“Looks fucking sexy,” Zach said, his voice low and rough, and Chris’ cock twitched in his jeans. Shit, if he didn’t keep his wits about him, they really would end up fucking in here, camera or not.

“Mmm, it does. If you can behave until we get home, I’ll fuck you nice and slow over the bathroom countertop.”

Zach’s eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Chris said with a devious grin and a teasingly soft peck to Zach’s lips. “A good captain takes care of what’s his.”

[ladyblahblah.livejournal.com]

OMG I SHALL BE LIKE A KID IN A CANDY SHOP!

*ahem*

Multiple choice:

--Let There Be Lips, after breakfast (Because, I mean, c'mon. I had to.)
--Jiggle, after Chris loses the weight
--Unfaithful, a month later
--Our Thing, post-promo touring stuff
--Tired Of This Town Again, a week later
--What You See, a year later
--Bite Your Tongue, five years earlier
--Your Turn, the next morning
--Your Turn, sixteen years earlier

*coughs*

What?

Tired of This Town Again, a week later, PG-13

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

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.

[therumjournals.livejournal.com]

i'll second ladyblahblah's for Let There Be Lips. An hour later, a day, a week, a month - I'll take whenever :) Is that like giving you choices, or is it like cheating? ;)

Let There Be Lips, one month later, NC-17 (1/2)

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

“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.

[andieshep.livejournal.com]

"Our Thing", One Year Later

Dude... I should totally do this... cause my muse is being extremely fussy! :D

Our Thing, one year later, PG-13

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

(It occurred to me that one year after Our Thing would be pretty much... now!)

“Zach, what time zone am I in? I’m not even sure anymore.”

“Hopefully, you’re back in LA, in which case it is… 7:32 pm. You might want to double check – does the air smell more pretentious there?”

“Who even came up with time zones? Fucking ri—” Chris had to stop speaking to yawn, long and loud. “—ridiculous, is what it is.”

“Have you gotten your bag yet?”

“Nope. Still waiting at the conveyor belt thingy. I swear I’ve seen this one avocado green suitcase go around fifty times. Maybe the owner’s embarrassed to claim it.”

“Yet another reason why you should—”

“Take carry-on luggage only. Thanks, mom.”

“Forgive me for trying to save you twenty minutes of your life.”

“And have the TSA guys open up my bag and inspect my vibrating cock ring? No, thank you.”

“You didn’t have to bring that with you.”

“If you had one, I wouldn’t have to.”

Zach was silent for a moment, and if Chris had had the energy, he would’ve engaged in a celebratory fist pump for his superior logic. When Zach spoke again, he sounded tired, too. “This is so much harder than I thought it would be.”

Chris bit back on a that’s what she said retort – Zach didn’t sound like he was in the mood for it. “Shakes up the routine, though,” Chris said, trying to keep his tone light. “Keeps things fresh. That hotel room was a good idea. Felt like old times, didn’t it?”

Zach laughed softly. “Yeah, it did. Well, except you begging me to stick my cock in you. I don’t remember that from the tour.”

“What can I say? My tastes have grown much more… sophisticated? Yes, sophisticated.” They both chuckled a little, then the line went silent again. Eventually, Chris said, “It’s not forever. I mean, even if you stay out there, you’ll have to come back sometimes. It’s not the worst thing in the world.”

“When did you turn into an optimist on me?”

“Oh, please. I’ve always been the optimistic one. Compared to you, at least.”

“What am I, Oscar the Grouch?”

Chris burst out laughing, startling the elderly couple next to him. “The day you sit in an old trash can is the day I chug a wheatgrass smoothie and do the Congress of the Cow or whatever.”

“That’s the Kama Sutra, not yoga, and we’ve done that at least twice a week since we started fucking.”

“Oh. What is it?”

“Doggy-style.”

“Ah. Redacted, then. Consider my cow enthusiastically in Congress. Or something.”

Zach laughed for a long time. “Goddamnit, Chris, I miss you. And fuck it all, I swore I wasn’t going to say that for at least another two weeks.”

Chris smiled. “Well, you know you’re going to have to visit me soon.”

“Why?”

“Unstoppable. Probably going to be doing loads of interviews before the premiere. Unless, of course, you’d rather me ask Denzel if—”

“Do not ask Denzel anything.”

“Well then, you’ll just have to get your skinny little ass back to LA.”

“Guess I will,” Zach said, and Chris could practically hear his smile. “Shit, I’ve got to go. Gotta get ready for this thing tonight. Get some sleep tonight, okay?”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Chris said quietly, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

He’d just stowed his phone back in his pocket when a baggage attendant came up to him. “Excuse me, are you Chris Pine?”

Chris tried hard not to roll his eyes. “Yes, I am, but I’m really not—”

“Sir, your checked luggage seems to have suffered some… damage on your flight from New York.”

“Damage?”

“Yes, sir. Apparently it was left beside the tire of one of our motorized baggage carts, and when the operator started it up…”

Dammit, he was not telling Zach about this.

[leopardchic79.livejournal.com]

Zach and Chris Make a Porno ...a couple months later.

Smells Like Teen Spirit ...immediately following the end or 10-12 years earlier. Or both!

:D

[lavender-basil.livejournal.com]

I was *just* about to post "Smells Like Teen Spirit" ten years earlier!

So, seconded!

Smells Like Teen Spirit, 12 years earlier, PG

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

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

Zach hung up the phone and scrubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands. “I think I’m going to have to go to Pittsburgh this weekend.”

“What’s up?” Chris asked, plopping down next to him on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

“You remember my cousin Tory?”

“The one who had the baby a couple of years ago, right?”

“Yeah. She’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“Apparently her latest boyfriend – the one my aunt is pretty sure is a meth dealer – didn’t want to deal with raising a kid. So they ran off together and left her daughter with my aunt. It’s been two weeks and no one knows where they are.”

“Shit,” Chris muttered in sympathy, setting his bowl down on the coffee table and squeezing Zach’s shoulder.

“No kidding,” Zach groaned. “My aunt’s hysterical. She’s got her own health problems – no ways she’s going to be able to look after a toddler. My mom’s taking care of Nina right now.”

“What are they going to do?”

“I don’t know. They don’t know either. My mom’s running some kind of event at the community center this weekend. It’s been planned for months, but now she’s got to deal with Nina and my aunt. I said I’d come over there to help try and get things straightened out.”

Chris smiled a little, shifting so he could sit behind Zach and gently rub his shoulders. “Well, you’re good at that. I can come with you, if you want.”

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve got lunch with a producer on Saturday, right? Plus, I don’t want to drag you into my family’s crap.”

“Hey, they’re my family, too. I can reschedule that lunch pretty easily, and it sounds like the Pennsylvania Quintos can use all the help they can get.”

Zach craned his head around to meet Chris’ eyes. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

“You might reconsider in a couple of days when you’ve got half-eaten Cheerios stuffed down your shirt and Nina won’t stop screaming.”

“I’m usually better with kids than I am with adults,” Chris said with a chuckle. They were quiet for a few moments as Chris slowly worked the tension out of Zach’s shoulders. When Zach’s muscles finally started to loosen under Chris’ hands, he asked, “Is there anybody for Nina to live with? I mean long-term, if her mom doesn’t come back?”

“I don’t know,” Zach sighed. “My other aunt and uncle in Pittsburgh already have a ton of kids. I think my mom is willing to look after her, at least for a little while, but it would probably be really hard for her to actually take on the full responsibility of raising her.”

“This, uh…” Chris started carefully. “This might be a little premature, but once I’m done with the publicity for my last movie, my schedule’s free for… quite a while, actually. I wanted to take a little break anyway, so I don’t have anything big lined up.”

Zach abruptly turned to look at him. “What are you saying?”

Chris took a deep breath. “I’m saying… you and me, we’re doing really well, and we finally have a house together. I know we haven’t seriously talked about kids, but if your cousin really isn’t coming back, if Nina needs a family… I think we could be it.”

Zach just looked at him silently for a long time. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, of course I do. I mean, I know this has all happened suddenly and there would be a lot of stuff to work out first, but I think you’d be a really great dad. I think we both would.”

Zach nodded slowly. “Okay, we’ll go to Pittsburgh this weekend. And then…”

“We’ll see what happens,” Chris finished for him.

[lavender-basil.livejournal.com]

This is amazing!

How about "Yellow Light"--one year later.

Yellow Light, one year later, PG (1/2)

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

They had nearly reached the front door of the restaurant when Chris stopped Zach with a hand on his arm. “Are you sure you want to do this?” It wasn’t the first time he’d asked that question over the last few weeks, but it was the first time he’d asked it with the subtext because I’m not sure I want to.

Zach gave him a concerned look. “This was your idea.”

“I know, but…” Chris started, letting his arm drop. Zach glanced around and quickly led Chris around the side of the building. It wasn’t a private area by any means, but at least it was away from the sidewalk and the people passing by.

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“I’m afraid I bullied you into this,” Chris blurted, pointing his eyes firmly at the ground.

“Chris, you ignorant slut,” Zach quipped, trying to get Chris to crack a smile. It didn’t work. “C’mon, you know you can’t bully me into anything. You’re too damn adorable.”

At least it made Chris finally look up. “But you were so adamant before. And you said it yourself – we can’t take it back.”

Zach looked hard into Chris’ eyes, trying to figure out what the problem was. They’d been over all of this before, multiple times, in excruciating detail. They’d fought and screamed and made up, and done it all over again the next week. It had taken Zach all that time to make his decision and he was too firmly convinced to reconsider. “Hey,” he said lightly, “are you trying to talk me out of this now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m trying to get you to talk me back into it.”

“Chris, you were right.” That got his attention. “How often do I say that?”

“Like, twice. Ever.”

“Uh-huh. It took me a while to see it, but you’re right. This needs to happen. And if you’re having last minute nerves, that’s fine. We can postpone this if you want.”

Chris bit his lip. “Do you want to postpone it?”

“No,” Zach said with a gentle smile. “I think the timing is perfect. I’m ready.”

Chris still looked shaky, and Zach fought back the urge to wrap his arms around Chris, hold him tightly until the jitters went away. “Chris,” he started, “You remember what you said to me in that shitty bar that started all of this?”

Chris laughed, surprised. “I said a lot of things.”

“You said you were tired of regretting the things you weren’t brave enough to do. That’s always stuck with me. And you are quite possibly the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

Zach paused to let that sink in and Chris appeared to mull it over. Finally, he asked, “Didn’t you meet that guy who got his arm ripped off by a shark but still goes surfing anyway?”

Zach laughed and nodded. “That’s what I’m saying. I know how hard it was for you to be so open with me. You spent your whole life thinking about yourself one way – as straight – but you had the courage to completely reevaluate that. And you did it for me. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that every single day.”

When Chris looked up, Zach could see he was blinking back tears. “Could you, um, could you kiss me right now?”

Zach grinned and leaned in, wrapping his hands around Chris’ waist and kissing him tenderly, trying to pour all his love and support for Chris into the soft brush of his lips. By the time he pulled back, Chris seemed to have gotten himself together – his hands were no longer shaking and his eyes were clear. “Okay,” he said, “let’s do this.”

[xanium.livejournal.com]

I second "Let there be Lips" but I also want "Tab A + Slot B": a week later :D This is an excellent meme idea.

Tab A + Slot B, a week later, NC-17

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

Turns out Zach was wrong, though not by much – Chris makes it through half a dozen thrusts before coming so hard his eyes cross. His arms give out almost immediately and he collapses flat onto Zach’s chest. It takes him a minute to realize that Zach is shaking and then another to realize that he’s shaking with laughter.

“Laugh all you want,” Chris slurs, not sure if it’s entirely intelligible. “Just let me enjoy this.”

“I don’t think I could stop you,” Zach chuckles, bringing his hands up to stroke slowly up and down Chris’ back and it’s… nice. Really nice, actually, a good complement to the little sizzles of pleasure still simmering in his fingers and toes. He could fall asleep like this, Zach’s chest for a warm (hairy) pillow, and he starts to drift…

Until Zach clenches hard around his spent, oversensitive dick.

“Ffffuck,” Chris groans, pushing up on his hands. “Okay, I get it.” He carefully pulls out of Zach and goes to dispose of the condom, but before he can even get off the bed, the Aneros shifts to bump against his prostate and he collapses like a heap of dirty laundry.

“That was an interesting noise,” Zach observes cheerfully, starting to laugh again. He rolls Chris onto his stomach so he can pull out the Aneros, setting it on Chris’ nightstand, and Chris hazards getting up again. He makes it this time, and as he heads to the bathroom, he hears, “I guess your dry spell is over.”

“Mm-hmm. It’s officially rainy season. Moisture everywhere”

“Gross.”

Chris snorts. Armed with a washcloth, he returns to see Zach sprawled across his bed, stroking lazily at his still-hard cock. “Did you bring yours?”

“Nah,” Zach says, tipping his head back and pushing his hips up to thrust into his fist. “It’s okay. A regular old single orgasm is good every now and then.”

Chris chuckles and sits on the bed – he’s pretty sure Zach isn’t going to mind if he watches. But when Zach starts to make soft sounds of pleasure as he squeezes at the head of his cock, Chris realizes that watching isn’t enough and crawls to kneel between Zach’s spread legs. “Do you like it better if you’re, y’know, full when you come?”

“Mm-hmm,” Zach hums, his eyes still closed.

Chris thinks on this for a moment, then takes action, reaching down to where Zach is still stretched and slick from earlier and pushing his finger in.

Zach nearly jumps clean off the bed and his eyes fly open. “Jesus, Chris, warn a guy!”

“Sorry,” Chris says, not entirely regretful. He bats his eyelashes coyly. “May I have permission to stick another finger in you, Zachary?”

Zach groans and nods, clenching possessively around Chris’ fingers when he gets them. Chris grins and crooks his fingers, searching carefully until Zach gasps.

“Easy,” Zach growls. “Light touches.”

Chris nods even though Zach’s eyes are closed again and taps against Zach’s prostate, far more gently this time. Zach’s answering moan is most encouraging, so he does it again, then again, a rhythmic tapping along with the motion of Zach’s hand around his cock.

That hand is speeding up now. “A little harder,” Zach groans. “Just a little harder, and rub.”

Chris complies, grinning widely at the wild sound that passes Zach’s lips and the way his hand speeds to a blur. A few more seconds and Zach comes with a hoarse shout, grinding down against Chris’ hand and jerking himself roughly. As he relaxes, Chris retracts his fingers and – forgetting completely about the washcloth – wipes them on the sheet. Zach doesn’t seem likely to move any time soon, so Chris stretches out beside him and gets comfortable.

“You sure you’re not gay?” Zach grunts, his forearm laying across his eyes.

“Nope. Just enthusiastic,” Chris says lightly. “Plus, I went to Berkeley.”

Zach rolls over to look him in the eye, and it looks like it takes a lot of effort. “Okay, what does that even mean?”

[lindarella123.livejournal.com]

So many fabulous fics ... Oh, which one to pick?

The W Files, the rest of the night!

Many thanks. L.

The W Files, later that night, R

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

“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.”

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Building a Better Resume -- one year earlier

Shots Fired -- one day later

Yay! So neat!

Shots Fired, the next day, R (1/2)

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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?”

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What You See

--> 6 months later

What You See, six months later, NC-17

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“Okay, open your eyes.”

Chris’ face pales slightly. “I don’t know, Zach.”

Zach stands beside the full-length mirror, recently put back in his room after six months in the closet… and now set up by the bed. “I think you’re ready,” Zach says softly, sliding onto the bed to sit next to Chris.

“I’ve come a long way, I know that,” Chris says, biting his lip. “But this is… I think it’s too much.”

“Well, what if… would you do it for me?”

“For you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Zach says, leaning in until his lips brush Chris’ ears. “I love taking your cock from behind, but I want to watch your face while you fuck me.”

Chris’ eyes slam shut and a shiver runs down his body. “Jesus, Zach, how am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re not,” Zach murmurs, letting his hands glide up Chris’ arms and over his shoulders. “You’re supposed to say ‘Fuck yeah, Zach, get on all fours in front of that thing so I can pound you ‘til you scream.’”

Chris groans, pushing forward to mash his lips to Zach’s in a demanding kiss. Zach grins into the kiss, knowing he’s won. With the stress of filming over and months of therapy under his belt, Chris is ready. He doesn’t try to turn away when Zach drags him across the kitchen by his belt loops and starts to unbutton his shirt or cover himself up when Zach invades his personal space in the shower. Zach’s had this particular scenario in the back of his mind for months now, and while he won’t really try to talk Chris into something he doesn’t want to do, he also knows Chris needs a little push every now and then.

“I want this,” Zach whispers, low and dirty, as he gently pushes Chris down to the bed. “You’re so gorgeous when you fuck me. I want you to see.”

Chris still looks a little hesitant but he nods, wrapping a hand around Zach’s neck to pull him down for another kiss, hot and wet. Zach yanks down his own boxers and then goes to work on Chris’, and soon they’re naked and twined together. Grinding their hips together, Zach moans and pants until Chris can’t take it anymore and reaches for the lube. Then Zach scrambles up, positioning himself on hands and knees in front of the mirror.

He watches Chris prepare him with strong fingers, each rough twist of Chris’ wrist ratcheting his need even higher. Zach doesn’t hold back on the noise, either, letting Chris hear exactly what he wants and how good it feels when he gets it. “C’mon,” Zach growls, meeting Chris’ eyes in the mirror for the first time. “Do it.”

Chris doesn’t say a word, just rises on his knees and lines himself up. His face as he watches his cock sink slowly into Zach is spell-binding, his mouth open and tongue curled against his upper teeth in concentration. Zach moans and shoves back, trying to get Chris to look up. He doesn’t for the first few strokes, focusing instead on his hand stroking up and down Zach’s bare back.

“The back of my head’s not that – ah – interesting,” Zach groans, bucking hard enough that Chris locks eyes with him in the mirror. “Watch yourself.” Chris makes a soft sound of protest, but he doesn’t look away, and Zach continues. “Yeah, c’mon, watch your hips. Fuck, feels so good.”

Zach watches as Chris’ eyes slowly scan down his own body. His thrusts slow to the point where Zach is nearly tearing holes in the sheets to keep from begging for him to speed up, but Chris’ eyes are fixed on the flexing of his abs as he pumps his hips. It’s a sight to watch, the powerful muscles working beneath the skin, the smooth coordination of Chris’ whole body, like he’s made for this.

Zach can tell the moment Chris gets into it. He grips Zach’s hips a little harder, snaps his own hips a little more sharply until Zach is gasping for breath. This time when their eyes meet in the mirror, Chris just grins wickedly, and Zach braces himself for a long ride.

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Zach and Chris Make a Porno, two weeks later.

Zach and Chris Make a Porno, two weeks later, PG-13 (1/3)

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(A/N: I might end up turning this into a full-on sequel. Also, I have no idea how the porn industry works, online or otherwise. This should be readily apparent.)

The CD-ROM lays in its jewel case on the kitchen table. Well, the rickety card table that serves as the kitchen table, anyway. Zach and Chris sit across from one another, both staring at that thin metal disk.

Chris speaks first. “So… that’s it, huh?”

“That’s it. Twenty-three and a half minutes of ‘buttfucking magic’ – JJ’s words, not mine.”

“He thinks it’s good?”

“He thinks it’s really good. I mean, he seemed disturbingly into it for a married guy,” Zach says.

“His wife’s okay with his job?”

“He’s freelance – most of what he edits is not porn.”

“Ah.”

“Apparently he thought we had really good chemistry or something.”

Silence again. Chris narrows his eyes at the disk as though it might, at any moment, do a magic trick. “What do we do with it? Do we send, like, a demo to studios? Oh god, do we need an agent? We can’t afford an agent.”

“JJ gave me the number of a friend of his who’s into… well, he said some stuff about kilobytes per second and Flash streaming, but all I heard was ‘the internet.’ Apparently this guy has set up a couple of really successful porn sites, and he’s been looking for ways to break into the gay market.”

Chris’ eyebrows rise. “We’re gay market-breaking material?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

&&&

Zach calls this guy, this internet porn guru named Karl, while Chris sits on the floor by the couch, gnawing on his lower lip until Zach throws a book at his head and mouths Knock it off! They agree to send Karl the video and set a date to meet in three days. Afterwards, Zach is so nervous that Chris has to suck his cock twice before dinner, just to get him to calm down.

&&&

“Five dollars for a cup of coffee,” Chris groans, clutching the smallest-sized cup he could order.

Zach shakes his head sympathetically, taking a slow sip from his own cup. “Just think of it as a business expense. We don’t want this guy to think we’re broke and desperate.”

“We are broke and desperate,” Chris hisses. “This could be four cans of soup! Or like a week’s worth of ramen!”

“Shh!” Zach says, smacking Chris in the arm so hard that he nearly spills his precious coffee. Which, okay, is pretty damn good. “I think that’s him.”

“Nuh-uh,” Chris mutters. “No way that dude’s an internet porn geek.” This earns him a kick under the table.

The guy that heads for their table is gorgeous, tall and tan and built, and when he speaks, his accent is like melted butter. “Am I right in thinking you blokes are Zach and Chris?”

All the blood drains out of Chris’ face at the realization that he has never met this man and yet this man has seen him naked. “We look that different with our clothes on?” he squeaks, aiming for a joke.

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Repertoire, a week earlier.

Repertoire, a week earlier, NC-17 (1/2)

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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?”

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Eleven Conversations, that evening (ie, the evening just after the end of the story.)
and i would like to fourth the "let there be lips" request!

Eleven Conversations About One Thing, immediately after, NC-17

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“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.

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Your Turn, day after OR six months before.

What You See, two months after.

Package Deal, one month after.

Your Turn, the day after, PG-13

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“We can’t do this, Chris,” Zach sighs, picking forlornly at his bagel.

Chris shuts his eyes for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose. He’d hoped to avoid this conversation, perhaps through some kind of conveniently-placed black hole that would drop him off a week from Thursday when all of this is settled and he and Zach are fucking regularly, like they should be. It’s this transition that he’s not good at, compounded by the fact that they’re co-workers and Zach’s… well, whatever Zach’s thing is.

“We can do this,” he tries. “We’re two consenting adults who are attracted to each other. The timing’s… maybe a little weird, but we’re both mature enough to deal with that.”

“Okay, fine, I can’t do this,” Zach says, his eyes still fixed on his plate.

“Why not?”

“Fuck, Chris, you know. I’m a mess. You saw me last night.”

“Yeah, I did,” Chris says, fighting back the urge to grab Zach by the chin and make him look Chris in the eye. After their mutual little show the previous evening, they’d watched a movie pressed shoulder to shoulder and fallen asleep on the couch. Upon waking, Chris had let his hand slide slowly up Zach’s thigh, fully intending to relieve a still-sleeping Zach of his morning erection… only to be unceremoniously dumped off the couch as Zach awoke flailing. “Look, Zach, obviously there are issues—”

“My issues,” Zach says forcefully. “Haven’t you wondered why no one’s ever seen me come before? I’m never with anyone long enough for them to even notice. And I’m guessing you’re not just asking for the occasional jerk-off session.”

“Just to be clear, is that the problem?”

“Of course it’s the fucking problem.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, it’s not that we’re co-workers or friends or that you aren’t attracted to me.”

“What, a lifetime of sexual dysfunction isn’t enough for you?”

“We did okay last night,” Chris says softly.

“Last night wasn’t a date or a relationship. Last night was a… a masturbatory anomaly, nothing else.”

Maybe that should sting, but Chris knows Zach well enough to know when he’s lying to himself. “Hey, that was a big deal for you, I know that. Don’t pretend like it wasn’t.”

When Zach finally does meet Chris’ eyes, he looks so vulnerable it’s as though he’s been ripped open. “I don’t know if I can give you more than that.”

“Here’s the thing,” Chris says, reaching across the table to place his hand over Zach’s. “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked you for more. So I’m asking.”

“Chris, no.”

Chris slides to the floor and goes to kneel by Zach’s chair.

Zach turns to him, face twisted with anguish. “I can’t.”

Chris sets his hands lightly on Zach’s thighs. “Please, baby.”

Once again, the pet name makes him shiver. “What do you want from me?”

“To touch you. To make you feel good. To see your beautiful face every time you come.” Zach doesn’t turn away, so Chris begins to rub his thumbs against the muscles in Zach’s legs. “And to take you out, so we don’t have to eat half-stale bagels because that’s all I’ve got in the fridge. To be the first one you call when you see a ridiculous spelling mistake on a store sign. To be the last thing you think of before you fall asleep.”

Zach’s mouth quirks up in a small smile. “You’ve got most of those things already.”

“It’s a good start. And if having more takes time, then it takes time,” Chris agrees. “But there’s something else I want right now.”

“What?”

“I want to suck your cock until you can’t help but say my name when you come.”

Zach reaches out for Chris with a slightly trembling hand and allows Chris to lavish it with kisses and soft, playful bites. When Zach’s other hand comes down to unzip his jeans, Chris knows they’re well on their way to something more.

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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!

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all of the fics make perfect sense when coupled with the original

You have NO IDEA how good that is to hear! That's been my biggest worry with these -- that switching from fic to fic will make the styles and characterizations all run together. I'm really glad you're enjoying these!

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

*pout*

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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)

Next tyme

[(Anonymous)]

You do realize that I am going to request the Star Wars role play thing the next tyme you ask for prompts, right? i all of a sudden want Kirk-Chris and Solo-Zach meeting in a galactic gay bar and hooking up.... this XD is ALL your fault! luv u hun!

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This never got a comment? It deserves one!

This was a great hilarious fic as it is. Its a crying shame that there will never be a gay sex tape from these two. And as always, I love seeing the beginnings of -love- between them too.

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I assume this is a comment on the W Files epilogue? Thanks! I was pretty fond of this particular commentfic. ;o)

[(Anonymous)]

damn, this was really really hot!!

makes me wish I wasn't metal-sensitive. just have to get more ink instead I guess :) this, yum!