Timestamp comment fics (CLOSED)

[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.”

Re: Tied, two months later, R

[perdiccas.livejournal.com]

unfffffffff so hot. you broke my brain.

THANK YOU!

Re: Tied, two months later, R

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

You're most welcome! I'm glad you suggested this one!

Re: Tied, two months later, R

[(Anonymous)]

DROOL!!!
I really shouldn't be reading this at work.

Re: Tied, two months later, R

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

Eh, as long as you mop up the drool afterward, you're all good! ;o)