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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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Tied, two months later

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?

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? ;)

"Our Thing", One Year Later

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

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

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

So, seconded!

This is amazing!

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

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

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

The W Files, the rest of the night!

Many thanks. L.

(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.

Edited 2010-05-08 04:00 (UTC)

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.”

Holy shit! That's awesome... and kinda sad! :( But at least they're still together... and apparently strong supporters of buttsecks! :D

Thanks! I felt compelled to keep it at least somewhat true to real events. (I may or may not categorize buttsecks under "real events" ::shifty eyes::)

unfffffffff so hot. you broke my brain.

THANK YOU!

Building a Better Resume -- one year earlier

Shots Fired -- one day later

Yay! So neat!

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?”

OHHH my God I have seriously been wanting a sequel to Tab A since I read it and damn, it's every bit as good as I thought it would be. Thank you so much!!

What You See

--> 6 months later

Zach and Chris Make a Porno, two weeks later.

Repertoire, a week earlier.

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!

(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.

I'm glad you're thinking about writing more about this verse. After reading it the first time, I really wanted there to be more. I'll be on the look out for it.

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

"Might be pleased" is not the correct phrase. Super mega-excited would be more accurate. :)

This was great...poor abandoned baby. Love how ready Chris is to step up & bring her into their lives.

I'm sorry! I have to go and hop around in excitement! More of this 'verse? This.made.my.day!

And, oh! Look at Chris being a grown-up and thinking about Nina's well-being. I loved this! Can't wait for more!

ETA: Sorry about the comment-posting fail.

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Our Thing, one year later, PG-13

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

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Smells Like Teen Spirit, 12 years earlier, PG

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