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

[zjofierose.livejournal.com]

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

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

“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.

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

[leopardchic79.livejournal.com]

Guh. Me = puddle on the floor.

:D

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

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

::mops you up::

::squeezes you into bucket::

Glad you liked it!

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

[zjofierose.livejournal.com]

*flails incoherently*

thank you. you just seriously improved the quality of my afternoon. :D
xoxox

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

[the-deep-magic.livejournal.com]

You're most welcome! I'm glad you asked for this one.