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the_deep_magicTitle: Training Wheels (4/5)
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Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,445
Warnings: AU, angst, h/c
Disclaimer: nothing pertaining to Chris or Zach is true, but the therapy described is real
Summary: surrogate (n): one appointed to act in place of another; a substitute
A/N: I know it's a wee bit late, but this part ran away from me a little.
Part One / Part Two / Part Three
Not only was Chris seven minutes late, he looked like absolute shit. Or, well, as bad as someone like Chris could possibly look. He seemed dead on his feet, dark circles under reddened eyes and a subtle wobbliness in his step. Zach felt like he should say something, acknowledge Chris’ obviously tired state, but he didn’t know how to phrase it other than “You look terrible.” But Chris came in as usual, hugged Zach lightly, scratched behind Noah’s ears and made a beeline for the couch.
“Zach, I really hate to impose, but do you have any coffee?”
Damn, Zach should’ve thought to offer it to him first. “Yeah. Any particular flavor you like or don’t like? I think I’ve got some hazelnut something if you want it.”
“Anything,” Chris sighed. “Anything at all is fine as long as it’s bursting with caffeine.”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you.”
Zach headed to the kitchen and plugged in the coffeemaker, digging out a gourmet blend he drank when he had a tough deadline to meet. It had been a gift from his brother, and it was labeled “The Foghorn.” It would take a few minutes to brew, so he left it and headed back out into the living room.
Where Chris was out cold on the couch, his head resting back against the wall and his mouth agape. Zach wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, this was paid therapy time and Chris was on the clock. On the other, god, he looked like he needed it, and badly. But no, Zach needed to be assertive; Chris would want to be woken up, and he’d be sorely embarrassed if Zach let him sleep through the session.
Still, there was the awkward matter of waking him up. Zach glanced around for Noah, who could hopefully be enticed into doing something loud, but the dog had picked that moment to start behaving himself and was curled serenely on the floor by the coffee table. Zach could make a noise of some kind, but unless he purposefully tripped over something, there was nothing that would seem accidental. Finally, he settled for clearing his throat, first quietly, then louder and louder.
Wow, Chris was really out. Zach tried saying his name, which produced a stir but not a full wakening. With a sigh, Zach plopped down on the couch, resigning himself to that most unpleasant of wake-up calls: the poke.
Chris jerked awake and sputtered confusedly. “Shit. I mean, uh, shoot. Did I fall asleep?”
Zach couldn’t help but smile. “Just a little bit.”
“Zach, I am so sorry. God, I can’t believe I did that.” He shook his head fiercely. “That was really, really unprofessional of me.”
“It’s alright. You look really tired.”
Chris groaned. “A busload of senior citizens got into a car wreck last night. A bad one. A lot of their families came in, people were getting hysterical, and there was only one other counselor there.”
“Oh my god, that’s awful.”
“It was pretty bad. I think the adrenaline just now wore off. I used to pull all-nighters all the time in college and grad school. Guess I can’t anymore. Can— I really hate to ask you this, but is there any way we can reschedule? I thought I could make it through the session, but even with coffee, I’m not sure I’ll stay awake.”
Zach hesitated. He had the time to reschedule, sure, but he really looked forward to his time with Chris and was loath to give it up, selfish as that was. Strip Scrabble had been the most fun he’d had in months. But then something occurred to him. “Should you be driving like this?”
Chris smiled wanly and rubbed his eyes. “If I were my patient, I’d say absolutely not, you idiot. But I don’t live far from here, and I’ve got some grunge metal stashed away in the CD case somewhere.”
Even if Zach weren’t thinking up ways to keep him around, that would have sounded like a pretty bad idea. It was the only reason he could say what he was thinking. “What if you stayed and we just sort of… cuddled?”
“I’d fall asleep in about two seconds,” Chris said with a sad little laugh.
“What if that was okay?”
Mercifully, Chris didn’t look like Zach as though he was a crazy person; he just looked thoughtful. “You’d be okay with me taking a nap here?”
“More than that – if I was with you, we’d still be working on the touching, right? So you’d still be doing your job. And I’d still pay you.”
Chris shook his head. “I wouldn’t feel right about that.”
Zach bit his lip, but held his ground. “Why not? It’s what I want, right? What I’m comfortable with?”
“I’m not going to charge you by the hour for a nap.”
“Well, okay, if you want to just nap here before going home, that’s fine, too. But I haven’t…” Zach broke eye contact, gathering up the courage for what he wanted to stay next. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve just gotten to hold someone while they’re sleeping. And I don’t know if it’s in your job description, but I’d like to do that. Very much. But asking you to do it for free seems like crossing a line.”
Zach held his breath while Chris mulled it over, his eyelids drooping even then. Finally, Chris looked up. “Alright, what would you say to half my usual rate and a large cup of coffee to go?”
A smile spread slowly across Zach’s face. “That sounds great. Let me reset the coffee pot and I’ll meet you in the bedroom, okay?”
Chris nodded and stood slowly while Zach made a beeline for the kitchen. He set the timer to start brewing again in two hours and retreated to the bedroom, where Chris was exhaustedly pulling off his shoes. He didn’t even wait for Zach, just crawled across the bed to the pillows like a sleepy child. “You want to get under the covers?” Zach asked.
“No,” Chris murmured, his voice starting to slur a little. “This’s fine.”
Zach settled in on his usual side on his back, gently guiding Chris toward him. “You can put your head on my chest, right here.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Chris hummed, his eyes already shut, his head warm and heavy against Zach’s chest. “’m sorry ‘bout this. Never happen again.”
He settled with one arm across Zach’s torso, asleep before Zach could even say, “It’s okay. Just rest.” He didn’t wake up as Zach wrapped his arms around the sleeping man, holding him closer and listening to the soft, steady whoosh of his breath. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into the soft, fragrant warmth of Chris’ hair.
Afterwards, Chris took the coffee in Zach’s biggest travel mug, and though Zach got the mug back, he never got a bill for that particular session.
&&&
Chris was waiting for him to make the first move, Zach knew it. It had been two weeks and they'd done the all the touching exercises, lain naked together in bed, but Chris hadn't even tried to put a hand on his cock.
Truthfully, Zach hadn't stopped thinking about it. He'd wanted to try again the very next time, but he could feel the anxiety pulling tight in his body once again, so he'd put it off, not wanting to build it up so massively in his mind again. He didn't make the decision for sure until Chris was neatly folding his pants and setting them on the dresser. He was sporting boxer briefs this time, tight and black with bright blue stitching. "Run out of novelty underwear?"
Chris grinned. "Never. I just happen to think my ass looks particularly good in these."
"You're... not wrong," Zach replied, wondering if he could get away with being coy. But Chris seemed to respond positively, striding over to him and kissing him soundly, hands squeezing firmly at his shoulders. Zach pulled Chris over to the bed, lying down and maneuvering until Chris' whole body was pressed against his side. Zach swallowed heavily. "I want to try again."
"Yeah?" Chris asked, his face brightening into one of his luminous smiles.
"Yes."
"Glad to hear it. You were so beautiful before, I've been meaning to tell you that. Your eyelids fluttered a little whenever I rubbed my thumb over the head of your cock. It was so hot."
Zach blushed, but he didn’t feel the surge of defensiveness that usually rose in his gut after a compliment. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. Just lie back. Let me take care of you."
Zach relaxed on to his back, trying to stay out of the toxic headspace he'd gotten into the last time they'd tried this. As if reading his mind, Chris spoke up. "Hey, I don't want you going off in your head again. Can you tell me what you're thinking? You don't have to talk nonstop, but I'd love to get some feedback on what you like, what feels good."
"Uh, sure," Zach said, resting his hands lightly on the bed covers. He was still a little nervous. This time, though, he didn't keep it to himself. "Um, Chris? I'm not sure what to do with my hands."
"Here," Chris said, scooting up farther on the bed. "Put one on your chest. And this one..." Chris lay against Zach's side and took his free arm, draping it over his shoulders so that Chris' shoulder was pressed into Zach's armpit and Zach's arm was resting against the length of his back. "That good?"
"Yeah," said Zach. It was pretty great, Chris snuggled into him like this. Chris' crotch was pressed to the side of his hip, and Zach was pleased to note that Chris was slightly hard. He knew he wasn't responsible for Chris' arousal, yadda yadda, but it still made him feel a little proud that this breathtakingly gorgeous man wasn’t completely unaffected by him.
"I'm going to touch you now," Chris murmured, his hand brushing firmly down Zach's chest. "Going to take your beautiful, perfect cock in my hand and stroke you. Okay?"
"Yes," Zach said, putting a little of the urgency he was starting to feel into his voice. "Get on with it."
Chris smiled against the skin of his chest. Again, Zach gasped as Chris took a firm hold of him, watching his cock begin to swell. "That's... oh, that's good."
"Yeah?" Chris asked, beginning to stroke. "What's good about it?"
"Your hand is so warm. It feels... it feels so good wrapped around my..."
Zach trailed off, but Chris prompted him with a gentle tug. "Your...?"
"God, Chris, don't make me say it."
"Well, I want to hear it," Chris said teasingly. "Give you a reward if you do. My hand feels good around your..."
"My... my cock."
"Well done," Chris said, kissing Zach's shoulder. "The judges also would have accepted penis, dick, pork sword, love truncheon, or trouser snake."
“Did you just say ‘love truncheon?’”
“I did.”
“You’re, ah, sick!” Zach laughed, wriggling a little in Chris’ grip. “Where’s my reward?”
“Ah, yes,” Chris said and crooked his thumb, pressing the knuckle up under the head of Zach’s cock in a way that made Zach’s eyes lose focus for a second.
“S’good,” Zach slurred, and the pleasure emboldened him. “Touch—Touch my balls, please.”
“So polite,” Chris chuckled. “Of course I will.” His hand slipped down to cup Zach’s balls, rolling them gently, thumb sweeping across the wrinkled skin. “Okay if I go a little lower? Touch your perineum?”
Zach felt himself start to tense. “I, uh—”
“It’s okay if the answer’s no.”
“No, it’s okay. Just… no fingers in me yet, okay?”
“Whatever you want,” Chris said, pushing up on his arm to kiss sweetly at Zach’s lips. His fingers brushed at the sensitive stretch of skin above Zach’s hole. “Some particularly evocative names for this one. Taint, guiche, chode, bifkin, grundle.”
“You’re making those up,” Zach groaned.
“Possibly. Though I have to say, the internet is a vast repository of particularly… florid sexual terminology.”
That one sentence, spilling effortlessly off Chris’ tongue, practically made Zach’s cock leap to attention. There was no way Chris could have missed it, but he didn’t comment, just kept talking – which, Zach had to admit, was really working for him as Chris’ touch became firmer, more purposeful and searching. “You might already know this, but you can stimulate the prostate externally from here. Just let me know when I’ve—”
The sound that came out of Zach’s mouth was some kind of embarrassing combination of a squeak and a yelp. Chris looked every bit as startled as Zach felt, and when their eyes met, they both burst into laughter. “That… that might have been it,” Zach said.
“Was that a good noise or a bad noise?”
“Uh, do it again?” Chris rubbed firmly over the spot again, and Zach wasn’t sure how to classify the feeling. It definitely wasn’t pain, but it wasn’t quite pleasure, either. It was more like a sharp tingling that shot out in all directions. Whatever it was, though, it was impossible to ignore. “It’s… I don’t know. It’s intense. I sort of like it.”
Carefully disentangling himself from Zach’s arms, Chris sat up, and Zach was about to protest when Chris leaned over and kissed him. He kept at light at first, opening his mouth a little but not demanding more. Though it made him feel light-headed, Zach took the initiative, pressing his tongue into Chris’ mouth. Chris smiled, curling his tongue against Zach’s and something sparked white-hot in Zach’s gut. Chris had moved his hand to Zach’s chest for balance, but Zach suddenly needed it back on his cock. “More,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” Chris whispered, drawing reluctantly away from Zach’s mouth and reaching into the rumpled covers for the small bottle he’d put there earlier. As he moved to kneel between Zach’s legs, he poured a generous amount of the liquid into his palm and rubbed his hands together. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to penetrate you with anything, I’m just gonna—”
“Do it,” Zach groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows.
“So you get bossy when you’re turned on,” Chris said teasingly. “I’ll have to remember that.” Then, without another word, he gripped Zach’s shaft with one hand and let the other rest warmly beneath his balls.
Zach moaned at the first firm stroke, pushing his hips up against Chris’ hand. It felt easily twice as intense as it had before, and Zach tried not to fight the building tension. They both went quiet for a while, the only sound in the room Zach’s panting breath as he focused on the slick slide of Chris’ hand. Zach wasn’t sure whether thirty seconds went by or ten minutes, but the same feeling of being stuck started creeping up on him. He tried to make his mind go blank, to keep from panicking. “Chris, I’m… It’s not…”
“Hit that plateau again?”
“Yes,” Zach hissed, fighting down his frustration.
Chris changed the motion of his hand from an up-and-down stroke to a twisting motion over the head of Zach’s cock, and Zach’s back arched at the new sensation. It was good, really good, but not quite enough. “Will you… with your fingers again?”
“Huh?”
“Like you were doing before, please!” Zach gasped. He wasn’t trying to be obtuse; he just couldn’t think. “My… my prostate.”
“Yeah.” The fingers of Chris’ other hand moved against Zach’s perineum, seeking out that spot again. When they found it, Zach groaned and tried to shove his hips down, to get more pressure and Chris complied, pressing in harder as his other hand began stroking again, faster this time. “Talk to me, Zach.”
“S’good,” Zach panted. That insistent tingling felt more and more like pleasure with every stroke until his stomach started to clench with it, the familiar tension beginning to tighten in his balls. “Think I’m getting close.”
“Yeah,” Chris said with such conviction that Zach forced himself to open his eyes and look down his body at the other man. Chris’ eyes were dark with arousal and his breath was rushing through his wet, parted lips almost as fast as Zach’s. Zach’s chest ached at the sight, and though he wasn’t about to ask Chris to stop, he wished Chris could kiss him at the same time. But his hand was flying over Zach’s cock, the fingers of the other circling tight over Zach’s sweet spot and Zach was so close. “C’mon,” Chris whispered. “Don’t fight it. Let go.”
Distantly, Zach was aware of the sounds he was making as the wave he was riding began to crest, pushing him higher and higher. Just as he was certain he would lose his mind, he slid over the edge and his whole body began to pulse as he came, pleasure breaking over him in hard, buffeting swells. Chris stroked him through it, both hands slowing as Zach’s shudders became weaker, his body going limp as the tension drained away.
When Chris’ hands finally left his body, Zach was suddenly aware of the hoarseness in his throat from crying out, the sweat drying on his skin and he started to shiver, the sudden drop from orgasm back into his body hitting him hard. “Chris,” he croaked, not even quite knowing what he was asking for. “Chris.”
“I’m here,” Chris whispered, scooting up to the head of the bed and Zach reached out with weak arms, just trying to get Chris closer to him. But Chris understood and laid back down, gathering Zach against him and holding him tightly. “You did so well, Zach. I could tell the moment you let go and just let yourself feel it. It was amazing. Thank you for letting me watch that.”
Even with his head burrowed against Chris’ bare chest, Zach knew how ridiculous that was. “You’re thanking me?”
“Mm-hmm,” Chris hummed, kissing the top of Zach’s head. “I told you it was a privilege to touch you.”
Zach shifted against him and suddenly noticed Chris’ erection pressed against his stomach. He tried to wiggle out of Chris’ grip, get a hand free. “But you…”
“Don’t worry about me,” Chris said, catching Zach’s hand before he could reach for him.
“But I want to.” He genuinely did.
“And you can, another time. Today was just for you.”
“That’s dumb,” Zach grumbled, realizing exactly how petulant he sounded, but really? Chris was hard and refusing a hand job?
“That’s my prerogative. Just because I’m aroused doesn’t mean I need to get off. I’d rather just hold you right now.”
Come to think of it, Zach would rather Chris just hold him, too. He’d be glad to touch Chris if he wanted it, but if he didn’t… “Do you ever get tired of being perfect?”
“I do go through a lot of halo polish,” Chris teased, fingers curling against Zach’s shoulder. “But seriously, this is what I do. It’s not about me. When I’m off the clock, I can be as selfish as I want, but right now it’s all about you and what you need.”
Zach fell silent after that, Chris’ words bringing a touch of melancholy to the afterglow. This was still just a job for Chris. Zach didn’t doubt for a second that Chris cared about him, was invested in his recovery, but it was still at heart a therapeutic relationship. If Zach forgot that, he’d be in trouble. You’re not my boyfriend, Zach thought, but it just made him cling tighter to Chris, breathing in his scent. Not my boyfriend.
&&&
“I think you’re just about ready,” Chris said, his hand on the small of Zach’s back, pulling him forward.
“You’re not going to try and dip me again, are you?” Zach asked with a sigh, feet barely dodging the cat, who had picked now of all days to come out and play. Somehow, Chris had talked Zach into slow dancing around the living room. Zach tried to protest that he didn’t dance, but Chris had looked so excited and had already dragged the coffee table out of the way and was setting up his iPod and speakers, and Zach didn’t have the heart to turn him down. Even if he’d been hoping for something a little more intimate. And less clothed.
But after he’d let Chris pull him around for a while, Zach had begun to relax into the rhythm, not quite surprised when the sensation of Chris’ body swaying against his struck up a low buzz of arousal in his nerves. Getting to know the look and feel of that body had only intensified Zach’s desire. After that first manual session, he’d taken the very next opportunity to get his hands on Chris, squeezing and stroking him to a quick, hard orgasm that left both of them panting. It had taken Chris a good few minutes before he could kiss back with his usual fervor, and Zach couldn’t help the feeling of pride that welled up in his chest. He enjoyed touching Chris every bit as much as being touched, and for a week and a half now, they’d playfully fought over who got to go first.
But they had yet to go farther than hands and, on one particularly memorable occasion, mouths. Zach had managed to push it to the back of his mind, since he knew that the next step would be one of the last.
Which is why he was less than prepared for Chris to come out with, “So, how comfortable are you with the idea of penetrative sex?”
Zach’s feet stumbled a little. “On a scale of what?”
“One being ‘sweet Jesus, never’ and ten being ‘throw me down and take me now.’”
Zach was seized with a sudden rush of heat caused by Chris’ description of ten, even if he wasn’t quite ready for the reality of it. “Um, seven, maybe? Eight? Seven and a half.”
“Awesome.” Chris looked pleasantly surprised, but then narrowed his eyes. “You’re not just telling me what I want to hear, are you? Because nothing happens ‘til you’re ready.”
It had been sixteen weeks already. Chris hadn’t said anything, but they were coming to the end of their time together. Zach hadn’t brought it up either, hadn’t really even wanted to think about it, but it needed to at least be acknowledged. “So, um, we do it… and that’s it? We’re done?”
Chris laughed. “You make me sound like a terrible date. I’m not going to seduce you and never call you again. I’m not going anywhere until we’ve both agreed to bring the therapy to an end.”
“How will I know when it’s time for that?”
“You’ll know. I’m already running low on things to teach you. You’re pretty much a master flirt now.”
Zach rolled his eyes. “That’s a lie.”
“Maybe an exaggeration, but not a lie. Anyway, we’ll review our objectives soon and see what we have left to cover.”
“Oh,” Zach said lamely. Slowly, he realized they weren’t dancing anymore. The music was still playing, but they were standing motionless in the middle of the living room now, arms around each other. Zach immediately felt awkward, but he didn’t want to move lest Chris pull away from him. “So, um, sex?”
“Sex,” Chris said with a nod. “If it makes you any more comfortable, I definitely count what we’ve been doing as sex. I know penetration is kind of assumed to be the end goal, but you’ve gotten over some of the biggest hurdles already.”
“I don’t know, I can think of a few more,” Zach sighed.
At that, Chris stood a bit straighter and started them moving again in a slow box step. “So, how do you want to do this? What would make you most comfortable?”
“Are you asking who’s going to top?”
“Among other things. Have you thought about that?”
Zach most certainly had thought about it. Lately, his libido had cranked back to life and it seemed like he couldn’t so much as take a shower without getting hard. He tried to practice restraint, to remember that erections didn’t necessarily have to lead anywhere, but he was pretty sure Chris had mostly been talking about being with a partner.
So Zach had quite a few fantasies stored up. Some were obviously not feasible – the stranded-on-a-desert-island fantasy, that was probably not what Chris was after, and he didn’t have any mangoes in the house anyway. And then there were the ones that Zach only allowed late at night when he couldn’t sleep, the ones he could hardly admit even to himself. It wasn’t that they were unspeakably kinky, but he knew they weren’t quite right nonetheless. Those were the ones where Chris confessed to loving Zach, to realizing he was more than just another client and asking Zach to run away with him. Where they went, what they did after that, Zach had no idea. He rarely got that far before the guilt overtook him.
But that was his own problem, and he’d deal with it later. Zach realized he’d been silent for a while, but Chris hadn’t rushed him. “I think I’d be more comfortable… I’d like to be the one who…”
“Yes?”
The damned language barrier again. “I don’t know how to say it right and make it sound not… weird or vulgar.”
Chris laughed gently. “Actually, I think that’s the English language’s fault, not yours. Amazing how few sexy words we have for the act itself. So, not to put too fine a point on it, would you like to fuck me, or would you like me to fuck you?”
Zach blushed furiously, even though coming from Chris, it hardly sounded crude at all, just honest. “I want to, um… to fuck you.” The word sounded bizarre on his own lips.
Chris just smiled and nudged him out for a slow spin, drawing Zach back against his body easily when it was done. “There you go. I don’t think I’d print it on a greeting card, but it’s simple and effective. Zach, I would love for you to fuck me.”
Was it as simple as that? “Okay, um. When?”
“When’s good for you?”
“Chris, this isn’t brunch at the Waldorf.”
“Well, no,” Chris admitted. “But I also don’t want you building it up in your head and worrying about it. Would our next appointment be too soon? Remember, if we give it a shot and it doesn’t happen, you don’t lose therapy points.”
“We can at least try.”
Chris nodded. “Think a little about the logistics of it, what positions you’d like. Nothing fancy, no need to hit up the Kama Sutra just yet, but think about what will make you most comfortable. And, of course, what turns you on. Just… fantasize a little bit.”
Zach groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He had yet to imagine a position, a situation with Chris that didn’t turn him on. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Why Zach,” Chris said coyly, tugging Zach’s hips against his and fluttering his eyelashes. “I do believe the very thought of it is rapidly inducing tumescence.”
Back on more confident ground now, Zach grinned. “I do believe it is. And I do believe I feel like taking responsibility for this erection.”
Chris threw back his head and laughed. “Baby, you know I love it when you talk dirty.”
&&&
The first words out of Chris’ mouth were “You overthought the hell out of this, didn’t you?”
That wasn’t entirely fair – it wasn’t like Zach had run out to get new clothes or new sheets or anything. Sure, he’d made a point of wearing the jeans that made his butt look good, even if he wasn’t going to be in them for very long, and gotten the fancy, high-thread-count sheets out of the back of the linen closet, but there was nothing wrong with that. And if he’d made sure to have freshly-squeezed lemonade and an assortment of cookies on hand just in case, that was just common courtesy, wasn’t it?
“I just want to do this right,” Zach sighed.
Chris smiled warmly and gave Zach his customary hug. “However we do it is right. You can’t screw this up, Zach.”
“But what if I—”
“You can’t screw it up, so don’t even worry about it.” Chris looked around. “Hey, where’s my four-legged buddy?”
Zach flushed, not quite knowing how to explain. “Um, he and Harold are in the guest room. I… just wanted it to be us?”
With a laugh, Chris rested his hands on Zach’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. “I get it – no distractions. That’s perfectly fine. How do you want to start?”
“Kiss me. That would be good,” Zach said quickly, and Chris wasted no time, leaning in and kissing Zach soundly. His tongue curled inquisitively against Zach’s lips, and with a soft, pleased sound, Zach opened to him. One of Chris’ hands slid down Zach’s body to clutch gently at his hip and Zach felt a hot surge of desire race up his spine. Something about the gesture spoke unmistakably of want – of need, even – and Zach pressed himself a little harder into Chris’ embrace.
Zach’s head was spinning by the time they broke apart. Nervous as he was, he wanted this. “Chris?”
“I’m all yours, Zach.”
“Let’s…” He gestured toward the bedroom and Chris nodded, following right behind him, their fingers still twined.
Once they got within reach of the bed, though, Zach halted. His mind went blank and he blinked helplessly, trying to decide what to do next. “Hey,” Chris said, wrapping his arms around Zach’s waist and kissing his cheek. “Tell you what, I’ll get us started, and if you feel like taking the lead, go for it.”
Immensely relieved, Zach sighed, “Yeah, that sounds good.” He could feel Chris’ smile against his jaw, followed by soft, dry kisses pressed to his neck, the skin beneath his ear, the line of his jaw. Chris’ hands rested comfortably on the ridges of Zach’s hips, his fingers curled lightly around Zach’s waist in a way that felt grounding, slightly protective, like Chris would keep him steady if he stumbled. Zach wrapped his arms around Chris’ shoulders, trying to block out everything except the feeling of Chris’ lips against his skin.
After a few minutes, Chris pulled back, but Zach wouldn’t let him go too far. “Good so far?” Chris asked. His tongue poked out to lick over his lips and Zach nearly fell forward in his haste to kiss him again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Chris chuckled against Zach’s mouth. “How about we lose the shirts?”
Zach quickly agreed, pulling back to strip out of his own shirt. But Chris made no move to take his off, and for one mortifying second Zach was afraid he’d misheard and made a fool out of himself. But no, Chris was looking intently at Zach’s hands, a sparkle of hunger in his eyes. “Take it off me?” he asked, fluttering his eyelashes demurely and Zach had to laugh.
He curled his fingers under the hem of Chris’ shirt and pulled upward, his knuckles grazing the hot skin beneath. Chris obediently raised his arms, letting Zach remove the garment completely. By now, Zach was able to look at Chris’ naked chest without blushing – much – but he still hesitated for a split-second before reaching out to touch. Instead of remaining still and simply submitting to Zach’s touch, this time Chris stretched out his arms as well, wrapping them around Zach’s waist and bringing them so close that Zach’s chest butted up against the back of his hand where it rested over Chris’ heart.
“Zach?” Chris whispered with a nip at Zach’s lower lip.
“Mmm?”
“You are so fucking sexy.”
It sounded so sincere that Zach completely forgot to question it, instead opting to mash his mouth against Chris’ in a hard, ungainly but passionate kiss that made them both lurch toward the bed. Zach couldn’t remember ever wanting it this badly, even with Travis, wanting so badly to touch and be touched, to physically connect with someone. Zach felt his blood rush south and he pressed deeper into Chris’ mouth, harder against his body until their erections ground together through the thick fabric of their pants.
But when Chris’ knees caught and he fell back to the bed, Zach toppled down with him, his elbow landing hard on Chris’ chest and all the breath came rushing out of Chris’ lungs. “Oh god, Chris—” Zach yelped, leaping up.
“S’okay,” Chris said, pushing up on his elbows and only wheezing a little. “Wow, that was totally unexpected… and really hot up until, y’know, that last bit.”
Zach groaned, rolling off of Chris and burying his face in his hands. Shit, he’d nearly knocked the wind out of Chris, who was… laughing?
“C’mon, Zach,” Chris said, gently prying Zach’s hands away from his face. “Take your pants off and I’ll tell you a secret about good sex.”
Without quite meeting Chris’ eyes, Zach sat up and began unbuckling his belt. He had to stand up to wiggle out of his jeans, which he now felt sort of foolish for wearing. He went ahead and took off the briefs, too – one less awkward struggle later on – and was disappointed to see that he had gone mostly soft.
But Chris was naked too, sitting cross-legged on the bed and motioning for Zach. “Get over here, gorgeous.”
Zach mirrored Chris’ position on the bed, trying to force the blush from his cheeks. “So what’s the secret?”
Chris took his hands and pressed a kiss to each palm in turn, then let them rest on his own shoulders while he pushed up to his knees and shuffled forward until he was straddling Zach’s lap. “Good sex comes in a lot of different adjectives – beautiful, sensual, loving, intense, passionate, dirty – in a good way – mind-bending, toe-curling, earth-shaking.” Chris punctuated each word with a kiss to Zach’s chest or shoulders or neck. “But one that doesn’t get enough love,” Chris whispered against Zach’s throat, “is fun.”
Zach waited for him to continue, but that seemed to be all. “Fun? That’s a secret?”
Chris lifted his head and smiled. “Maybe not a secret. Maybe just a forgotten truth.” He kissed Zach lightly, sucking softly on his bottom lip for only a moment before pulling back. “If you try to take sex too seriously, if you think it always needs to be consistently sexy and perfect, you’re bound to be disappointed. But all the little snafus, the moments of awkwardness, the fumbling? That’s what makes it fun. And real. And awesome.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, definitely. If it were all ten minutes of foreplay, five minutes of oral, five minutes of hard thrusting until – bing! – orgasm, it would get boring really fast, no matter how good it was.”
Zach bit his lip. “I don’t know. That actually sounds pretty appealing from where I am.”
Chris smiled indulgently and stroked Zach’s cheek. “I get that. You like order, predictability, things you can depend on. But if you can find a partner to be that thing you depend on, instead of a routine?” Chris slid forward until his hips were flush with Zach’s stomach. “That’s when you can really let go. Inside the bedroom and out. That’s when it goes from good to miraculous.”
“Chris…” Zach whispered brokenly, unsure what he was asking for. His heart was pounding in his chest and his throat was starting to burn like he was on the edge of a chasm so wide and deep that he couldn’t see to the bottom, something infinitely scarier and more lasting than the simple act of sex.
“Am I throwing too much at you at once?” Chris asked. “God, listen to me. You strip me down and throw me on the bed and here I am yakking at you. My sincerest, nakedest apologies.” He grinned, his eyes glinting. “How ‘bout you shut me up for a little while and we can just play.”
Zach didn’t need any more encouragement. He wrapped his arms around Chris’ torso, crushing their bodies together from hips to shoulders. Chris responded with a soft puff of laughter against Zach’s mouth, draping his own arms decadently over Zach’s shoulders and kissing down into Zach’s waiting mouth until they both were breathless.
Chris’ hands never stopped moving, stroking over Zach’s shoulders, his back, his sides. His touch felt needy, eager, a far cry from Chris’ usual deliberate caresses. They’d never kissed and touched while wrapped around each other like this, and Zach fully expected to go into sensory overload at any moment. His focus kept jumping from Chris’ mouth moving against his to Chris’ fingers wandering over his spine to Chris’ cock, hard and pressed urgently against Zach’s belly. He held Chris a little closer, tightened his abs and tried rocking his hips up, and Chris moaned openly into his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering restlessly against Zach’s cheeks.
That, repeated a few more times, was all it took to get Zach hard again, and when he reached down to adjust himself, his knuckles dragged against Chris’ cock and drew a stuttered gasp that ended in a wicked smile. Zach moved to draw his hand away, but Chris caught it, bringing it back down between their bodies, joining it with his own hand and twining them both around their cocks. “Follow my lead,” Chris whispered, tightening his fingers and dragging Zach’s hand up with his.
At the first stroke, Zach groaned, his voice rough and absurdly loud in the small room. Undeterred, Chris continued to fist their cocks, humming happily when Zach found the nerve to join in. After a moment, Chris shifted his hips forward, thrusting slightly into their joined hands and Zach nearly choked at the friction of that heated, sensitive skin dragging together. “Good?” Chris whispered, and Zach bumped their noses together in his haste to nod in reply.
They rutted against each other for a few minutes, catching quick, breathless kisses whenever they could. Amazed, Zach felt the urgent pressure start to coil in his gut, and the temptation to tighten his fist, to thrust harder into their hands until he came was strong. But for once, he wanted more. “St-stop!”
Chris stilled immediately, but he didn’t draw his hand away. “Everything okay?”
“S’good. Too good, actually. Wanna…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s do it.”
With a playful kiss, Chris climbed off Zach’s lap, reaching toward his pants crumpled on the floor as Zach stretched out his numb, tingling legs. They’d fallen asleep a while back, but quite frankly, Zach hadn’t cared at the time. When Chris turned back to face him, he was holding the familiar bottle of lube, but also a condom, and it finally hit home what they were about to do.
Chris must’ve seen the expression on Zach’s face, because he knelt by Zach’s legs and began massaging his calves and feet, bringing the feeling back. “I’ve really been looking forward to this.”
Zach shook his head. “I don’t know if I can—”
“You can. You’re ready.”
Zach’s mind resisted, but his body felt totally committed, and even as he tried to think it through, his hand reached down to tug at his erection. “What if I hurt you?”
Chris fixed him with an incredulous look. “You won’t. But if for some strange reason you do, I will tell you immediately. You don’t need to worry about what I’m thinking. Now…” He scooted back up the bed until he could take Zach’s face in his hands and kiss him. “How do you want me?”
Heat flared in Zach’s stomach. “Um, on your back, I think? I want to see your face. Is that okay?”
“That’s perfect,” Chris said, dropping a quick peck on Zach’s nose before lying back with his head on the pillows.
As Zach repositioned himself, Chris poured lube on his fingers and reached down to work himself open. Zach felt his jaw drop as he watched – Chris seemed so blissfully unself-conscious, pressing his fingers into himself. He sighed, closing his eyes as a second finger went in and Zach’s hands started to ache with need. “Is there anything— Do you want me to—”
Chris held out the condom with his free hand. “Suit up. I’ve got the rest covered.”
Zach’s hands fumbled with the wrapper, nearly dropping the thing once he finally got it out of the package. He rolled the condom down over himself with a trembling hand, barely able to tear his eyes away from Chris long enough to check that it was on right – he didn’t have a lot of practice with things like this.
By the time Chris withdrew his fingers, Zach was nearly shaking with a strange combination of trepidation and hunger. Kneeling between Chris’ spread legs, he reverently ran his hands down Chris’ thighs. Carefully, he slid his fingers below Chris’ balls, down to his hole, hot and wet with lube. He pushed a finger in gently, surprised at how easily Chris’ body accepted him. Zach pulled back and pressed in again with two fingers, nearly whimpering at the sucking heat he found. How long had it been since he’d been inside another person like this? It had happened before, Zach knew it had, but he couldn’t recall a single instance.
Chris tightened his inner muscles around Zach’s fingers and Zach glanced up, surprised. Chris was regarding him with a patient mixture of amusement and arousal, his lips quirking up into a smile even as his hand stroked loosely at his erection. “That feels really good. Want to know how to make it feel even better?”
Zach knew. It had been a long time, but he did remember – he curled his fingers inside Chris, searching for the small, firm bump under his fingertips. When he found it, he tapped against it gently and Chris’ spine went rigid for a moment, his breath forced out in a soft chuckle. “Yeah, that’d be it.”
Zach crooked his fingers, rubbing a little more firmly over the spot as Chris twisted and groaned under him. It wasn’t until he felt a drop of precum leak out of his own cock that he realized how close he was. With one last, firm stroke, he pulled his fingers away, more than a little turned on at the way Chris’ body clenched in an attempt to keep them there. He fumbled for more lube, glad for its coolness against his aching cock.
“C’mon,” Chris said softly, his eyes glinting. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
Zach groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily in his fist and he pulled his hand away like it had been burned. “Chris, I’m… What if I come, like, the second I’m in you?”
“Then enjoy it,” Chris said, voice utterly sincere, sitting up to capture Zach’s lips in a hard, wet kiss. “You’re not trying to impress me with your stamina. The goal today is just to feel good.”
Zach nodded jerkily, the tip of his nose brushing against Chris’. “I think I can handle that.”
“Good.” Chris leaned his weight back on one hand, then reached down to grip Zach’s cock with the other, guiding it towards his entrance. “Take it slow to start – that’ll help.”
Zach held his breath as he lined their bodies up. Trembling, he rocked his hips forward slightly, breaching Chris with just the tip of his cock and looking up when Chris gasped. “It’s good,” Chris said, relaxing back and spreading his legs even wider. “Keep going.”
Zach sank in another inch, catching himself on his hands as he fell forward with the overwhelming intensity of it. So much heat, he’d forgotten that, so tight it made his cock feel enormous. When he stilled, Chris rocked down against him, and Zach’s breath came out in quiet pants as they worked against each other until Zach was buried completely in the other man’s body. His muscles quivered with the need to thrust, but he remained still, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to calm his galloping heart.
“Zach,” he heard Chris whisper, moaning as Chris lifted a leg to wrap around his hip and pull Zach down to him. “Hard part’s over. Now it’s time for the fun.”
When Zach finally opened his eyes, Chris was smiling up at him, eyes dark with lust but crinkled with silent delight. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life, and he felt like he should say something to mark the occasion, but then Chris tightened around him and stars burst at the edge of Zach’s vision, and he surrendered to instinct and began to pump his hips.
He went slowly and shallowly at first, almost tentative, but Chris was whispering sweet words of encouragement and using the leg wrapped around Zach’s waist to pull them together with more force, and soon Zach was pistoning in hard, even strokes. He bent down and tried to kiss Chris, but their bodies were grinding and shifting with the force of his thrusts and he barely managed to do more than clumsily rub their mouths together. Still, Chris wasn’t complaining – he was laughing, telling Zach how sexy he was, how incredible it felt.
Zach could feel Chris’ erection trapped between their bodies and he wanted to reach down, try to return at least a fraction of the pleasure Chris was giving him, but he was too far gone. He couldn’t unclench his fists from the sheets beneath them, couldn’t slow his hips down even though he wanted more than anything to make it last longer, just a little bit longer. But it was too good, it had been too long since he’d felt anything like this and his nervous system lit up with it. Distantly, he wondered if his skin might actually be glowing, the hot, insistent battering of bliss against his reserves almost incandescent, breaking through him like rays of light.
When he couldn’t hold back anymore, when it finally spilled over, Chris wrapped both arms around Zach and held him tight as Zach wailed and tensed and came in long, deep tremors that wracked his body with pleasure. His arms already buckling, Zach collapsed atop Chris, who had the grace to rub Zach’s back and stroke his sweaty hair away from his face.
Zach had assumed that the orgasm would wipe him out, but as soon as he began to get control back over his limbs, he was shocked to find that he actually felt energized, suffused with giddy joy. He pushed back up on shaky arms, unable to keep the grin from his face. “I did it!” he cried before he could stop himself.
He half expected a patient lecture from Chris on orgasms not being the goal of sex, but instead Chris just leaned up for a kiss and whispered “You did it” against his smiling mouth. Zach kissed back, sliding his tongue enthusiastically against Chris’ until they both were gasping again.
When Zach began to pull out, Chris hissed softly and Zach was immediately reminded that Chris was still hard. He tied off the condom and disposed of it as quickly as he could, pressing Chris’ shoulder back to the bed when the other man made a move to get up. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Zach gritted out, and really, Chris was going to have to overpower him and tie him up if he wanted Zach to stop this time. But he gave no further protests, just relaxed back to the bed and let Zach kiss his way down his chest.
It occurred to Zach that he was entirely out of practice at this. He and Chris had spent one session on oral, but Zach had mostly been on the receiving end. He’d never really enjoyed giving blow jobs, but for some reason he felt the deep instinctive desire to use his mouth on Chris, and after all, Chris had been teaching him to listen to his instincts.
He was a little more confident with his hands, so he started by stroking Chris back to full hardness before leaning down and lightly running his tongue up the underside of Chris’ cock. Chris gasped and jerked, and Zach took it as a sign to keep going. He experimented with gentle kisses up the sides, across the tip. Taking just the head in his mouth, he gave a soft, tentative suck.
“Z-zach,” Chris gasped, setting a trembling hand in Zach’s hair. “I know you don’t mean to tease, but…”
Oh, shit, Chris probably needed more than Zach was giving him. A lot more.
“You don’t have to use your mouth,” he continued. “You can just—”
But Zach didn’t let him finish – he fit his mouth around Chris’ cock and sucked as hard as he could. Chris yelped, his body going rigid, and Zach began to bob his head, not going too deep for fear of gagging, but working his tongue against the ridge as he went. His mouth began to tire quickly, his jaw locking and his lips going numb, but Chris was getting close, moaning and babbling softly. “So good, Zach, god, that feels amazing, gonna— god, Zach, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Even though he was prepared for it, Zach still winced a little as Chris erupted over his tongue. The taste was no better than he remembered, but it was eminently worth it for the pleasure of seeing Chris reduced to incoherency. Zach tried to swallow, but some of it still dripped out from between his lips, and he had to pull away and cough. As he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Zach was somewhat stunned to realize that he didn’t feel self-conscious at all. Here he was, sprawled awkwardly between Chris’ legs, the man’s cum smeared across his mouth, and all he felt was… good.
“Zach,” Chris groaned, snapping Zach back to attention. “Get the hell up here.”
The blush did start to creep back into Zach’s cheeks as he crawled up the bed, but only because Chris was looking at him with such naked admiration in his eyes. “You just keep surprising me,” Chris murmured, tugging Zach down until they were tangled together.
“Zach did good?” Zach joked, tucking his nose against Chris’ shoulder. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to wipe the stupid grin off his face.
“Zach did awesome,” Chris agreed.
Continue to part five
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Date: 2010-10-02 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 06:11 am (UTC)How is it you managed to make this so heart-achy, adorable, tender, clinical even, and hot as hell all at once? You officially win the internets! Absolutely! I just really freaking love this story! <3333333333
I'm really looking forward to part 5, but I'm also dreading the end. Mostly because I don't want to stop reading this, but also a little because I'm worried about what's going to happen to these two boys.
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 06:27 am (UTC)Ok, I'll start with the cuddling. Because the image alone is so damn sweet. Makes me kind of think they're in love(or heading there at some point and don't know it. Or just watching them cuddle.)
All. The. Touching. I know it's part of the therapy here, but I adore the way you describe it. And Zach finally taking initative and touching Chris first. Accompanying that with the kissing just seems to make it twice as good. I'd totally love to see you incorporating more touch segments in future fic, that's all up to you though, I loved it in this though!
The sex scene came across very, very believeable. Getting hot and heavy and then knocking he wind out of Chris: easily relatable. However, this line : “You are so fucking sexy.” I had to squirm a bit to get comfortable. Chris-imagining the voice he'd be using.....UGH.
Talk about greatest cliffhanger ever. Awesome, delicious, seriously hot sex (don't know why, but seeing Chris splayed out, no matter how many times we've read him like that, this just came across sooo much sexier.), now I don't know what the FUCK may happen now. Ugh. *goes back to re-read til the end*
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 07:20 am (UTC)*lights a cigarette*
That was fantastic. I can't wait to see how this whole thing wraps up.
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 08:56 am (UTC)And awwww! at Zach cuddling sleepy!Chris!!
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 05:31 pm (UTC)You write a very appealing perfect chris
Awww, Zach did awesome!!!
SO EFFING NERVOUS FOR THE NEXT PART, GAHHHHHHHHHH.
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 06:37 pm (UTC)I'm trying to write porn right now and I know that if I give in and read this first, I will not only lose at least an hour to reading and re-reading and re-re-reading it, but I will be physically unable to write anything else for days out of terror lest it be excruciatingly inferior to this.
So I'm saving it, and when I read it I'm going to leave you a comment that will probably go like this: YOU FUCKING BROKE MY BRAIN, YOU BEAUTIFUL MONSTER, HOW DARE YOU WRITE LIKE THIS. Because your writing always does that to me.
DANG YOU. DAAAANG YOOOOOOOU.
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Date: 2010-10-02 10:50 pm (UTC)And HOLY FUCK. JUST. HOLY FUCK.
First of all I laughed out loud like an idiot at the lemonade and cookies, I don't know whether it's more adorable or more embarrassing BUT I LOVE IT.
Second of all Zach's fantasies about Chris loving him just... ungh. I about lost it. Poor, poor Zach. I swear, he is going to die if/when Chris ends their sessions. I want to cry for him.
THE SEX. SO EFFING HOT. OH MY GOD. Zach being so lost in it and it having been so long for him and uuuuuunnnngghhh I am seriously, I don't even know what to do, it got to me where I am absolutely defenseless and left me squirming and sad at the same time. So fucking amazing.
This was absolutely worth every second of the wait and I am about to DIE for the next chapter. Like, it is killing me. Please please please have mercy on us, your readers, because we are about to die of desperation.
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Date: 2010-10-02 07:12 pm (UTC)I'm excited and sad that the next part will be the last! You've done such an amazing job with this series! AMAZING!
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-03 07:06 pm (UTC)And such an awesome one!
I looove your insecure Zach who doesn't know how to wake Chris and doesn't want him to leave and wants to CUDDLE and is in loooove! Awww!
I really like how this is not just a "magical healing cock" fic, but that Zach still is insecure and worries and shies away and overthinks stuff, even after all their sessions. And hesitates about asking for more and still can't say "cock" and prepares COOKIES AND LEMONADE OMG!
And the sex scene was so amazing! Sweet and tender and hot and FUNNY and begging Zach and hilarious Chris!
I love your Chris, seriously. He's so gentle and caring, and flirty and funny! And the way he takes care of Zach afterwards, just perfect. And during - as soon as Zach gets anxious again, he's right there and distracts him or reassures him, and wow.
And DANCING and ISLAND FANTASY and God, I love this fic. And I'm rambling.
“I do believe the very thought of it is rapidly inducing tumescence.” OMG WORD KINK AND MY ENGLISH KINK UNF
Also, Chris trying not to curse!! "Shit, I mean, uh, shoot" SO CUTE especially since he has no problems with "fuck" and "cock" and all the other "dirty" words... <3<3
Thank you very very much for this new chapter!!!
PS: But NOOO where is the strip scrabble??? ;-)
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:43 am (UTC)Thank you for the lovely comment!
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Date: 2010-10-03 07:30 pm (UTC)I don't want this series to end but I look forward to the last part~!
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:24 am (UTC)AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS CHRIS.
AND I LOVE THE ORGASMS, THEY WERE AWESOME.
Okay. Turning off caps now.
*squeezes this fic close and loves it forever*
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-07 04:09 am (UTC)Yes!! Zach finally did it! And Chris is so cute and supportive!!! WAH! You've got me on my toes about how this will end!
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-07 06:13 am (UTC)well, now i have to read it again. oh, the hardship.
aight.
yeah.
that was insanely cute. i loved zach's OMFG I DID IT. and having chris just snuggle into him and fall asleep the time before that. oh, the image. (also, i sort of have this thing about wanting to just curl up and take a nap on zach, so i can totally see where this is coming from, haha. he just looks so comfy. IDK.)
aaaaand the sex. the FUN sex. it's not really a kink of mine, but it did give me the warm fuzzies, awkward elbowing and all. it was hot all the same, though. :)
now to see what they'll do since the goal has been reached. can't wait.
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 03:59 am (UTC)Is this your Big Bang fic or do you have another one coming?
*crosses fingers for more*
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Date: 2010-10-08 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-08 04:04 am (UTC)The snuggling at the start was so, so, so cute. And then the hot, hot, HOT sex..!
Did I mention it was hot?
Ugh, I've lost all coherency. Can't wait for the next chapter!
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