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first off,
if you haven't read this do yourself a favor and click away.
second,
i come with drabbles! from the christmas requests i had.
i know, i'm horribly late.
hopefully they please :)
for aurora_84
ZQ/CP and the smell of rain.
And the sun is left with slippery feet.
If it rains in LA, there's not much people can do.
The streets turn into shit, clothes get ruined, and the whole city smells of depression.
Chris doesn't mind it though, as long as Zach keeps him company and he doesn't have to worry about paparazzi to offend. Things could be worse. Much worse.
They're drinking some fucked up beer Zach brought over. Something the New York Times recommended. It tastes like shit, but Chris knows better than to argue with Zach over something some asshole from the Times wrote.
"Did you at least remember to bring the dip this time?"
Zach nods his head as he twists the cap off a bottle.
"Is it the good kind? None of that organic shit? I need manly dip."
"Hey, deal with it, asshole. Next time buy your own dip."
"Whatever man, I bet even homeless people in Los Feliz throw away that organic dip." He rummages through the brown paper bag, sometimes Zach is kind of a sissy. But at least he didn't forget the good kind of salt and vinegar chips.
;;
He tries to maintain a normal lifestyle. Nothing too crazy or extravagant. Coffee from the same place, call his mom every monday, answer calls from his sister and makes fun of her baby.
Normal is good. But sometimes, just sometimes, normal can also be boring.
Hanging out with Zach can never be considered boring though.
"If you're going to smoke, at least do it on the balcony. I don't need my apartment to smell like shit."
Zach walks outside, and Chris grabs another beer before joining him.
"Here." Zach tells him as he offers his crushed box of Marlboros.
"I'm trying to quit."
"Try harder." And the box and lighter get thrown on his lap.
"When you're ready to give it up you will, like Beau."
Chris doesn't really say anything back except for dude, because he really has no clever comeback for that.
"Speaking of, how did your dinner go last week? Never heard your report."
"Nothing to report, she has a boyfriend."
"So? You don't need to be emotionally available to give someone head."
Chris kicks Zach lightly on the knee before chugging down more beer.
His days may not be filled with excitement, but things like this are his treasure of happy. Smoking cheap cigarettes and drinking crap beer, hanging out with his odd best friend and smelling a mixture of burnt tobacco and wet mud.
Not everyone has this.
for ewinfic
snuggling, fleecy blankets.
Give in.
Zach has a deep purple blanket he loves, it's kind of ridiculous.
He used to bring it on set and snuggle with it in between takes or whenever he took a nap. Once he was done with his make-up he would come to Chris' trailer with the thing draped all over him.
"It's not even that soft."
Zach grabbed a corner of the blanket and ran it across Chris' cheek. "Yes it is."
"Itchy, yes. Soft? No."
"If you keep insulting it, I won't let you use it."
"Why would I even want to?"
Zach raised an eyebrow, "because it's mine."
;;
He doesn't really get the appeal of the blanket until they're on the plane to Madrid. Zach is dragging that thing up and down and curling into a ball against the tiny window.
Not to mention it's cold as fuck right now.
"Turn off your air thing, or at least let me borrow your sweater."
"Christopher," He says Christopher in that condescending tone, "it's not my fault you came ill prepared for the trip."
"Fine, share the blanket then."
Zach burst into laughter.
"What? Too gay?"
"That was way too gay."
;;
It's not until hours and hours later that Zach is almost drooling like a baboon that Chris tries to take the blanket from him.
Zach makes some sort of growl that's equal parts weird and endearing.
And just as he is about to give up and probably freeze to death, Zach rests his head on his shoulder and drapes his arm on Chris' chest. It's some sort of weird way of saying told you so, the blanket is awesome.
Which it totally isn't. It's still itchy, and the color is hideous. But at least he's warm and happy.
And it's totally because he has a blanket, he lies to himself.
It's only before he drifts into sleep that Chris wonders if Charlie Brown had the same issues with Linus.
for je_connais
chris/zach et all. college AU.
Drunken college AU
From: chrisT
please say you're awake.
the grl i brought over last night
any idea on a name?
Sept 7, 8:04 am
From: chrisT
is our delayed response due
to the massive amount of
judging going on?
Sept 7, 8:04 am
From: princess quinto
prof. Keller is looking for you.
told him you had the clap,
said you can take the exam
tomorrow. oh, the things i do
for you.
Sept 7, 8:20 am
From: princess quinto
i think her name was maggie
Sept 7, 8:22 am
From: chrisT
not her name.
she threw your mug at me.
nice move asshole.
Sept 7, 8:35 am
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party @ porn island tonight. you in?
yes ☐
no ☐
- written on yellow paper, crumbled into a ball and tossed to Zach during Adv. Writing
"Are you still in middle school?" Zach tells him whilst holding the paper up. "And stop calling Anton's apartment 'porn island'."
"Shit, Jesus, Zach, just check a fucking box."
Zach tosses a small piece of paper back.
YES
;;
Chris is pouring vodka into a water bottle. "It's going to be epic, I can feel it."
"It's not going to be epic if you throw up before we get there." Zach takes the bottle and takes a long sip.
;;
The party is kind of epic, there's probably hundreds of people dancing off to electronic music. Not to mention, there's enough alcohol to make sure nobody remembers anything come the morning.
"Anton! Duuude, great party. Listen, can you hook me and Zach up with some E?" Anton and Chris do some sort of bro high five before he nods and disappears into the crowd.
"E? That shit makes your spinal fluids run backwards Chris!"
Chris gives his empty red cup to Zach and pours more vodka into it. "Relax, your spinal fluids will be fine."
"Chris, this is about the worse idea you've ever had."
"Oh but come on, the worse ideas make up the best memories."
;;
At some point or another, they get separated. Because Chris is too busy playing a game involving quarters and dice and shots, and Zach is dancing off to Lady Gaga with some queers from the drama club.
Zach is totally staring at Chris from across the room. And he sees Karl come up to him and bump fists.
He must be more drunk than he though, because next thing he knows Chris is dancing next to him.
"Open up, Quinto." Zach opens his mouth and Chris tries to drop some pill inside.
"Dude, I said no!"
"Fine." Chris says, as he drops both pills inside his mouth.
And then he shoves his tongue down Zach's mouth and doesn't let go until he can feel it dissolve.
"Karl gave it to me. Said it's really fucking good."
;;
It was actually pretty fucking good. Whatever shit Chris got from Karl must've been pure MDMA or something. Because thirty minutes later when they're both dancing to Groove Armada, Zach swears he can see people rippling like waves in a pond of sound.
Chris is dancing too close, and Zach is sweating like a pig. And every drop of sweat running down his back is sending chills straight to his dick.
After a while, he feels Chris grab the back of his neck and whisper into his ear. "We should try and get Natalie to suck us both off."
"That girl?" Zach says with a smirk and his eyes closed. "She looks like she smells like hot dog water." Is the first thing he blurbs out.
Chris is laughing so hard that he has to stop dancing, And Zach opens his eyes and joins in on the laughter.
if you haven't read this do yourself a favor and click away.
second,
i come with drabbles! from the christmas requests i had.
i know, i'm horribly late.
hopefully they please :)
for aurora_84
ZQ/CP and the smell of rain.
And the sun is left with slippery feet.
If it rains in LA, there's not much people can do.
The streets turn into shit, clothes get ruined, and the whole city smells of depression.
Chris doesn't mind it though, as long as Zach keeps him company and he doesn't have to worry about paparazzi to offend. Things could be worse. Much worse.
They're drinking some fucked up beer Zach brought over. Something the New York Times recommended. It tastes like shit, but Chris knows better than to argue with Zach over something some asshole from the Times wrote.
"Did you at least remember to bring the dip this time?"
Zach nods his head as he twists the cap off a bottle.
"Is it the good kind? None of that organic shit? I need manly dip."
"Hey, deal with it, asshole. Next time buy your own dip."
"Whatever man, I bet even homeless people in Los Feliz throw away that organic dip." He rummages through the brown paper bag, sometimes Zach is kind of a sissy. But at least he didn't forget the good kind of salt and vinegar chips.
;;
He tries to maintain a normal lifestyle. Nothing too crazy or extravagant. Coffee from the same place, call his mom every monday, answer calls from his sister and makes fun of her baby.
Normal is good. But sometimes, just sometimes, normal can also be boring.
Hanging out with Zach can never be considered boring though.
"If you're going to smoke, at least do it on the balcony. I don't need my apartment to smell like shit."
Zach walks outside, and Chris grabs another beer before joining him.
"Here." Zach tells him as he offers his crushed box of Marlboros.
"I'm trying to quit."
"Try harder." And the box and lighter get thrown on his lap.
"When you're ready to give it up you will, like Beau."
Chris doesn't really say anything back except for dude, because he really has no clever comeback for that.
"Speaking of, how did your dinner go last week? Never heard your report."
"Nothing to report, she has a boyfriend."
"So? You don't need to be emotionally available to give someone head."
Chris kicks Zach lightly on the knee before chugging down more beer.
His days may not be filled with excitement, but things like this are his treasure of happy. Smoking cheap cigarettes and drinking crap beer, hanging out with his odd best friend and smelling a mixture of burnt tobacco and wet mud.
Not everyone has this.
for ewinfic
snuggling, fleecy blankets.
Give in.
Zach has a deep purple blanket he loves, it's kind of ridiculous.
He used to bring it on set and snuggle with it in between takes or whenever he took a nap. Once he was done with his make-up he would come to Chris' trailer with the thing draped all over him.
"It's not even that soft."
Zach grabbed a corner of the blanket and ran it across Chris' cheek. "Yes it is."
"Itchy, yes. Soft? No."
"If you keep insulting it, I won't let you use it."
"Why would I even want to?"
Zach raised an eyebrow, "because it's mine."
;;
He doesn't really get the appeal of the blanket until they're on the plane to Madrid. Zach is dragging that thing up and down and curling into a ball against the tiny window.
Not to mention it's cold as fuck right now.
"Turn off your air thing, or at least let me borrow your sweater."
"Christopher," He says Christopher in that condescending tone, "it's not my fault you came ill prepared for the trip."
"Fine, share the blanket then."
Zach burst into laughter.
"What? Too gay?"
"That was way too gay."
;;
It's not until hours and hours later that Zach is almost drooling like a baboon that Chris tries to take the blanket from him.
Zach makes some sort of growl that's equal parts weird and endearing.
And just as he is about to give up and probably freeze to death, Zach rests his head on his shoulder and drapes his arm on Chris' chest. It's some sort of weird way of saying told you so, the blanket is awesome.
Which it totally isn't. It's still itchy, and the color is hideous. But at least he's warm and happy.
And it's totally because he has a blanket, he lies to himself.
It's only before he drifts into sleep that Chris wonders if Charlie Brown had the same issues with Linus.
for je_connais
chris/zach et all. college AU.
Drunken college AU
From: chrisT
please say you're awake.
the grl i brought over last night
any idea on a name?
Sept 7, 8:04 am
From: chrisT
is our delayed response due
to the massive amount of
judging going on?
Sept 7, 8:04 am
From: princess quinto
prof. Keller is looking for you.
told him you had the clap,
said you can take the exam
tomorrow. oh, the things i do
for you.
Sept 7, 8:20 am
From: princess quinto
i think her name was maggie
Sept 7, 8:22 am
From: chrisT
not her name.
she threw your mug at me.
nice move asshole.
Sept 7, 8:35 am
;;
party @ porn island tonight. you in?
yes ☐
no ☐
- written on yellow paper, crumbled into a ball and tossed to Zach during Adv. Writing
"Are you still in middle school?" Zach tells him whilst holding the paper up. "And stop calling Anton's apartment 'porn island'."
"Shit, Jesus, Zach, just check a fucking box."
Zach tosses a small piece of paper back.
YES
;;
Chris is pouring vodka into a water bottle. "It's going to be epic, I can feel it."
"It's not going to be epic if you throw up before we get there." Zach takes the bottle and takes a long sip.
;;
The party is kind of epic, there's probably hundreds of people dancing off to electronic music. Not to mention, there's enough alcohol to make sure nobody remembers anything come the morning.
"Anton! Duuude, great party. Listen, can you hook me and Zach up with some E?" Anton and Chris do some sort of bro high five before he nods and disappears into the crowd.
"E? That shit makes your spinal fluids run backwards Chris!"
Chris gives his empty red cup to Zach and pours more vodka into it. "Relax, your spinal fluids will be fine."
"Chris, this is about the worse idea you've ever had."
"Oh but come on, the worse ideas make up the best memories."
;;
At some point or another, they get separated. Because Chris is too busy playing a game involving quarters and dice and shots, and Zach is dancing off to Lady Gaga with some queers from the drama club.
Zach is totally staring at Chris from across the room. And he sees Karl come up to him and bump fists.
He must be more drunk than he though, because next thing he knows Chris is dancing next to him.
"Open up, Quinto." Zach opens his mouth and Chris tries to drop some pill inside.
"Dude, I said no!"
"Fine." Chris says, as he drops both pills inside his mouth.
And then he shoves his tongue down Zach's mouth and doesn't let go until he can feel it dissolve.
"Karl gave it to me. Said it's really fucking good."
;;
It was actually pretty fucking good. Whatever shit Chris got from Karl must've been pure MDMA or something. Because thirty minutes later when they're both dancing to Groove Armada, Zach swears he can see people rippling like waves in a pond of sound.
Chris is dancing too close, and Zach is sweating like a pig. And every drop of sweat running down his back is sending chills straight to his dick.
After a while, he feels Chris grab the back of his neck and whisper into his ear. "We should try and get Natalie to suck us both off."
"That girl?" Zach says with a smirk and his eyes closed. "She looks like she smells like hot dog water." Is the first thing he blurbs out.
Chris is laughing so hard that he has to stop dancing, And Zach opens his eyes and joins in on the laughter.