[fic] Defective Parts 3/4

[chibinecco]

Title: Defective Parts
Characters: Chris/Zach
Genre: Humor, Romance, Drama
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~9500 words Part 3 of 4
Summary: Chris and Zach slowly make their way past second base and explore what that means for the two of them, together.
Warnings: angst, shmoop, blowjob, anal, no-beta
AN: As far as I have been able to research, there is no such condition as Chris'. There are several options that would allow Chris to live a fairly normal sex-life. However, that wasn't the purpose of this fic, so suspend your disbelief for me, and Chris' condition becomes totally realistic XP
AN2: God dammit you stupid characters. I plan out a beautiful little story, give you angst to follow and plenty of characterization to place the smut around, but it's not enough for you. You just HAVE to take things into your own hands and make your own drama, completely eliminating all my carefully planned issues for you to go through...
Joe is either very insightful or a sociopath...

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Zach sighed, snuggling into the warm solidness lying beside him.

"Hey, Sleepy," Chris mumbled.

Zach leaned in, kissing something. Felt like a cheek, but it might have been Chris' chin. "Mornin'."

Once they had adjusted to the emotional upheaval of the night before, it had been everything Zach had imagined. They ate; they drank. Chris clung to him like a baby monkey as they'd kissed. Slow and sweet, Chris had been wonderfully yielding and pliant in his arms. Each brush and touch melting him to Zach. A few times he had become so willing, nuzzling and kissing at Zach's neck and shoulders that Zach had been forced to excuse himself, retreating to the kitchen for 'more cheese.' Chris had tacitly accepted his excuses and happily latched on each time he'd returned.

Zach opened his eyes when he felt Chris' fingers brushing the hair back from his brow.

"Hey."

"Hi." Zach smiled.

"We've been conscious thirty seconds and we're already getting sappy."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Chris breathed, leaning in for a proper kiss. A languid battle of tongues that had Zach's hands sweeping under Chris' borrowed shirt, seeking the spots he'd managed to learn over the last month. Chris hummed, shifting incrementally closer with each roll of their kiss until one of Zach's thighs was slipping between his.

Zach let himself press against Chris' hip, focusing on the dual sensation of peace in their lips and heat in his groin. Eventually, the tightness began to boarder too much and Zach pulled himself away before he did something he would regret. Even if Chris were willing and ready this morning, he deserved better. Chris was no 'blushing virgin-bride,' but that didn't stop Zach from wanting to treat him as such.

"Are you free this weekend?"

Chris snorted. "No. I'm not really free now, opening night being yesterday and all that."

"Yes, right, shit." Zach sighed. "I suppose you should get going then."

"I don't need to be there for another hour or so, but I can't stay forever."

Carefully hiding his 'problem' from view, Zach smiled, squeezing Chris' hip one last time before climbing out of bed. "I'll make breakfast then."

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"I want to make breakfast for you."

"Not that." Chris hopped up, following Zach into the hall.

"What then? And what do you want for breakfast?"

"Don't care, and hiding your dick. It's alright, I won't run away like some scared cat."

Zach shrugged. "Just seemed like the thing to do," He said, but continued to work with his back to Chris until the matter had resolved itself.

"Speaking of cats, where're Harold and Noah?"

"Joe's place. He'll be coming around later to bring them back."

Chris nodded, swiping a tomato piece from the pile Zach had cut. "What're you making?" He pecked Zach's shoulder.

"Omelet, unless you want me to cook something else?"

"Omelet's fine. I still say your cooking is far beyond 'average.'"

"That's just because you would have burned JJ's cookies if I hadn't been there to save them."

"Hey, baking's hard."

"Not when it comes prepackaged and only requires you turn the oven on and read the 'easy three-step instructions! Done in minutes!'"

"Prick."

"Yes, I have one."

Chris snorted, wrapping his arms about Zach's waist and watching over his shoulder as he cooked.

"Okay, flipping omelets with you stuck to me like a leech is difficult."

"Meany," Chris pouted, detaching to set the table and clean up the supplies Zach had finished with.

Zach finished cooking and dished it up, settling into his seat across from Chris. Eating quietly, Chris' feet tangled idly with Zach's. They climbed slowly up and down his calves, creeping progressively closer to his thighs. When Chris' touches passed his knees, Zach's legs fell open on their own, his cock stirring eagerly in his groin.

"The play ends in a few weeks, I should have a weekend free then."

Zach barely tasted his last few bites as Chris' toes teased the shape of this thighs. "Okay, just wanted to know when your schedule would be free."

"Any specific plans?"

"Maybe, haven't decided yet, but keep that weekend open." Zach grinned, feeling his cock pestering him to slide deeper in his seat so Chris' frisky feet could reach a little bit higher. "When do you need to leave?"

Chris glanced at the clock, his feet disappearing as he read the time. "About fifteen minutes ago. I don't think I'll get chewed out for being late, but makeup will be testy if I don't give them enough time to redo my foundation eight times. I don't know how you put up with applying and removing those ears every day during Trek."

"The ears take a while, but our makeup was really good. Only ever had to have anything completely redone about a dozen times while filming."

"The blessing of a blockbuster budget," Chris sighed, busing his dishes to the sink.

"I'll take care of those. You go ahead and get out of here, don't want to keep you too late." Zach smiled, accepting Chris' quick kiss before he hurried off to change and speed out.

~

Zach was drying the frying-pan after loading the dishwasher when he heard his doorbell.

When he opened it, he was nearly floored as his eager, four-legged friend barreled into the room, settling into the couch with a loud bark.

Joe laughed, holding up the cat carrier with Harold. "Sorry, he's been frantic all morning to get back here."

"I bet. They weren't too much trouble were they?"

"Nah, but who cares about them. You and Chris, last night, what happened?"

Zach laughed. "Nothing and everything."

"You're starting to talk like you tweet." He said, opening the carrier door for Harold once the front door had been closed behind him. "Did you or didn't you?"

"We didn't, but we talked. I'm not at liberty to reveal the details, but I think we're ready to take it to the next level."

"I swear, you actors all live in one giant after-school special. 'Take it to the next level?' What, you planning to take him out on some sultry weekend retreat and pamper him up until he presents you with his flower, all blushing and timid. Smiling tears of joy, just for you?"

"Um... How bad is it that kinda made me hard?"

"Ew."

"You're the one who said it."

"You're the one who really didn't need to tell me it turned you on, but seriously? You're planning a weekend retreat to get him to put out for you? That's just eighteen kinds of demeaning. He's not a schoolgirl."

"And that's eighteen kinds of sexist. I'm not planning the vacation to get him to 'put out.' I'm planning the vacation because I want to make him feel special if he wants to put out. It's all kind of complicated."

"I really hate that word. It's such a cop out."

"If by 'cop out' you mean it's something I'm saying to politely request you respect his privacy? Then yeah, it's a 'cop out.'"

"Whoa, chill, Little Bro. I don't need to know that badly, but you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah. I know, sorry."

"It's cool. You really like him, don't you?"

"I do. You've met him. He's... He's Chris."

"You might be in love, if..." Joe teased.

Zach didn't answer, just knelt to pick up Harold where he was nuzzling Zach's ankles.

"That's the part of the conversation where you're supposed to laugh it off and accuse me of calling you sentimental."

"I think I might be sentimental," he murmured to Harold.

"Jesus, Zach. What? You've only been dating a couple months. You haven't even had sex yet."

"So? He's a nice guy. Smart, funny, stable, he likes my pets. What's so bad about it?"

"You haven't even spent the night together. You have no idea what he's like when shit hits the fan. He could secretly be a complete klepto."

"What? A kleptomaniac. You seriously think Chris is a Kleptomaniac."

"Well, no, but he could be. Or something else. You can't say he's right until you know what's wrong with him. Everyone has something wrong with them."

Zach grinned. "Yeah, he does, but I don't really care."

"You can't say you don't care without knowing what it is."

"That's just it, I do know what it is. He spent the night and we talked. His 'issue' really isn't a big deal."

"Maybe he lied. Maybe it's something worse- Zach." Joe interrupted when Zach was about to protest again. "Don't get so attached you can't let go. I like Chris too. He's a great guy; and as far as I can tell, he could be 'the one.' Just, be careful. I don't like how fast things are going between you."

"Ironic, considering you were saying just the other day that they were going to slowly."

"There's a big difference, and you know it." Joe glared.

"Yeah I do, and I will be careful. Now, will you buzz off? I have things to do." He didn't, but Joe didn't comment, saying his goodbyes and heading off.

~

The next three weeks seemed to crawl and fly by; every moment they spent together was too short, and every moment apart was too long.

Zach sighed as he unlatched Noah's leash, letting him run free through the house to find and trample Harold. He hung the leash beside the door when he heard a knock. Puzzled, he went to answer it.

"Hey, Kristen. I haven't seen you in a while, what's up?"

"You tell me, Mister. I haven't heard from you in weeks. Zoe called me yesterday to confirm that you and Chris had made it official, and I had to tell her I wasn't aware you'd gotten your head out of your ass long enough to talk with him."

"Kristen!"

"He's not even in the room, and he's a dog. I don't think he'll care if I curse."

Zach sighed. "Come in, have a seat."

She did, settling into the couch and looking at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry I haven't called you, but I wasn't actively avoiding you or anything, honest. I've just been kinda busy. Not with work, no; but you'll be happy to know things are going well with Chris."

She smiled. "You took my advice then?"

"Not exactly. He suggested this new bar before I could mention the restaurant, but we're going away this weekend to celebrate the end of his play."

"That's great. Where're you going?"

"I'll tell you all about it afterward, I promise."

"What, you afraid I'm going to run tell him and ruin the surprise? I don't think I even have his number."

"No, well... maybe I am. I just want it to be perfect."

Kristen snickered. "You are so cute when you're in love."

Zach squawked.

"Oh, relax. I'm just teasing. I know you're too emotionally stunted to admit to anything more than sex for the first six months. You are horrible to the impeachment of stereotypes everywhere."

"I don't think that's the word you want."

"Yes it is; stereotypes are completely discreditable, but you're a walking cliché. Makes it very difficult to say they're completely inaccurate."

Zach frowned. "How do I fit into a stereotype? I am not stereotypical."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Name one way I fit a stereotype."

"You dress like a five year old, admittedly you pull it off; but only a stereotypical gay man would wear that shirt and that hat. Or a pimp."

Zach grabbed the hat off his head and looked down at his shirt. "Purple and red are great analogous colors. What's wrong with wearing them together?"

"Nothing, except you look like a doofus. A well-dressed doofus is still a doofus."

"Stop saying doofus."

"Your hips too. I know women who walk with more stationary hips than you do. And the stereotype that all actors are gay."

"What? I'm not completely gay."

Kristen laughed. "You can't be serious. When was the last time you thought about a woman when you wanked."

"Kristen! Noah's right there."

Upon hearing his name, Noah trotted over and sprawled himself into Zach's lap.

"Again, he's a dog. He's not going to care if I say wank."

Zach glared.

"Your lack of answer is answer enough. You're a cliché. It's not a bad thing, not really. You're just really predictable."

"There's a purple elephant in my kielbasa. There, bet you didn't expect me to say that."

"No, but I knew you would do something utterly weird to try to prove you weren't predictable."

Zach pouted. "You're mean."

"And you're adorable." She leaned in and kissed Zach's forehead. "Congratulations on finally getting up the courage to ask Chris out, and good luck with your weekend. I expect you to tell me every lurid detail when you get back, If I have to hold Noah hostage, I will."

Noah licked her hand happily.

"Traitor," Zach grumbled. "Alright, I'll tell you about our weekend when we get back; but no promises about details. I don't even know if there will be details yet."

"You and your boyfriend are going away to a secluded nook of the world for over 48 hours, and you honestly think you won't have sex? I don't care if he is a virgin. There's no way he'd be that thick."

"What? I never- how'd you know?"

"That he's a virgin? I'm a girl; we know these things."

"Now who's perpetuating stereotypes?"

"It's not a stereotype if it's true."

"Whatever lets you sleep at night." Zach rolled his eyes.

"Dramatic. Now, I should probably get going. I assume you've put off packing until the last second again. I wouldn't want to stand between you and your panic attack."

"I have not. I packed last night."

"And have you told Chris what he should pack?"

"Oh, shit."

Kristen laughed. "I'll see you around. Give Chris my best, and enjoy your weekend. And, Zach?"

"Yeah?" Zach, paused in frantically dialing Chris' number.

"Unless you're planning to go to another hemisphere, I'm sure Chris has packed appropriately for all situations."

"Oh, right."

Kristen ruffled his hair as she passed.

~

Friday morning, Zach woke up without a hard-on. He was confused until he started to get up and realized it was because he'd already cum in his sleep; recently, if the mostly-liquid consistency in his shorts was an indication.

The day proceeded in a series of mediocre disasters one after the other. Walking Noah, Zach discovered the bag he'd grabbed had a hole the size of his foot in the bottom. Coming home, Zach realized he'd forgotten to hit start on his washing machine before leaving. The shoelaces broke on his favorite pair of converses. He ran out of protein powder. He knocked over a display of pickles making an emergency trip to the grocery store. Helping to pick them up, thankfully none of them had broken, had made Zach late for Yoga.

As the sun began to set and Zach heard Chris at his door, he was ready to give up on his weekend and just collapse in a heap on his couch.

"Hey." Zach smiled at Chris, welcoming him inside with a hug.

"Hey to you too. You alright? You look exhausted."

"It's just been a hectic day. Tomorrow will be better."

"Hope so. I've been looking forward to it, and you still won't tell me what you have planned."

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. Now, let me get dressed and grab my bag, then we can go. Sorry I'm not ready yet, Harold knocked over his litter box when I was catching him to put in the carrier."

"Where are your babies?"

"They're with Joe for the weekend. You just missed him actually."

Shortly, Zach yawned as he stumbled out of his bedroom, duffel-bag looped over one shoulder.

"You okay to drive? You look like you're about to fall over."

"I'll be okay after dinner. I think you'll like what I have planned." He leaned in, pecking Chris on the cheek. "Let's go."

The restaurant Zach had picked was in the wrong direction for their ultimate goal, but the view it gave of the sun setting on the desert was well worth it. The light playing through the window across Chris' face as they ate their meal. Zach hardly remembered what they talked about. The image of Chris sitting across from him, bathed in the desert sunset burned into his mind's eye.

As they waited for dessert, Chris reached across the table and took Zach's hand, distracting Zach from whatever nothing they were talking about.

Zach smiled at it and squeezed Chris' hand back before pulling away. "I know there probably aren't any paps around, but we should still be careful."

Chris blinked out of his daze. The moon was rising from the other side of the room, adding fine highlights to the angles of Chris' face. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, just... I've had a really good time tonight. If this is just he start of the weekend. I can't wait to see the rest of it."

Zach grinned. "Don't worry. I've got it all planned out," Zach said, returning to their interrupted conversation about nothing.

Chris listened intently, interjecting appropriately through the rest of their meal and on to the car.

Chris stopped Zach in front of the hood. "I think I should drive."

"You don't know where we're going."

"You're just going to punch an address into the GPS anyway, and don't say you're not tired anymore. You're exhausted."

"I'm not going to get us in a wreck, if that's what you're worried about."

"Not really. I just want to drive, so you can nap on the way there. Please?" Chris held out his hand for Zach's keys.

Zach sighed and handed them over, changing course to the passenger's side and climbing in. After Zach finished programming the GPS, Chris leaned in and kissed him unexpectantly. "What was that for?"

"Nothing, just wanted to kiss you."

Zach smiled, miming tearing something up and throwing it out the window.

"What was that?"

"My man card. Something tells me I'm not going to be using it much this weekend."

"Really? Because I was kind of hoping you'd be using it a lot." Chris' eyes darted towards Zach's hips before he focused on driving them out of the lot, Zach's shiver of anticipation completely unacknowledged.

~

"Hey, wake up. We're here."

"Huh?" Zach yawned, stretched stiff joints. "When did I fall asleep?"

"About as soon as we turned on the highway. It's alright. I think you really needed it."

Zach stumbled out of the car, stretching back until he was nearly bent double.

"That's... impressive," Chris said once Zach had flipped upright again.

Zach shrugged. "Yoga. Nothing special."

They proceeded into the main building to check in. The night clerk was surprisingly cheery, and Zach was glad this particular establishment was known for it's discretion when she recognized them immediately. She gave them their room keys and directions to their cabin before seeing them off with the same bubbly demeanor she had greeted them.

Zach let Chris drive them to the bungalow-style beachhouse in silence. Despite his nap, he was still feeling drained from the hectic nature of the day.

As soon as their things were unpacked, Zach pulled Chris close and proceeded to explore his mouth. Chris kissed back, tongue wrestling playfully with Zach's. The skills Chris had picked up over the few months they had been together were helping to reawaken parts of Zach, even if his head was still bogged down with drowsiness.

Chris pulled back with a wet smack, smiling at Zach. "I think we should call it a night. As much as I've been looking forward to tonight, I think you're still about to fall asleep on your feet."

"What? Chris, no-" Zach straightened, forcing his brain to wake up better, when he noticed how defensively Chris was standing. Even wrapped in Zach's arms, Chris' body-language was closed-off. Zach smiled, rubbing his hands along Chris' arms. "You know what? I think you're right. We're both tired. We have all weekend; there's no rush."

Chris relaxed into Zach's arms, hugging him close. "Thanks," he whispered, so quietly, even the slightest breeze through the room would have covered the noise.

Zach returned the gesture, kissing the corner of Chris' ear. "You don't owe me anything."

"I know, but I want to. Tomorrow." Chris pulled back to look Zach in the eye with conviction. "I'm going to be nervous no matter how long you let me wait. I want to do this, with you, tomorrow."

Zach pulled Chris to him, breathing in the smell of his hair as he reined his excitement. "Alright. Tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

Reluctantly, Zach pulled away, brushing his thumb against the corner of Chris' mouth. "You want to go to bed?"

Chris shook his head. "I'm still a bit wired. I thought we could stay up, talk, watch TV, something."

Zach nodded. "I brought board games."

"Really?" Chris' eyes lit up; and Zach's chest, among other things, swelled at the innocent glee.

"I think the lodge provides a few for all the beach-houses too." Zach said, digging through the remains of his duffel for the boxes. "Most of mine work better in larger groups, but Agricola's okay with two players."

"Agricola. Do you have Puerto Rico in there too?"

"No, sorry. I would have grabbed it if I knew you were a fan," Zach said, laying games out on the bed.

"No, I prefer Dominion."

"Shit, I almost grabbed that before I decided it took up too much space."

Chris laughed. "Only you would think Agricola and Dominion when considering what games to bring."

Zach shuffled. "I assumed they'd have all the typical kid's games here, or we could buy them somewhere really easily."

Chris opened a cabinet set into the wall by the TV. The upper two held the latest DVD releases, but this bottom one held the bare essentials for a night of boardgames. "You're right about that. 'Chutes and Ladders,' 'Monopoly,' 'Connect Four.' I think the only middle-class America family game they're missing is 'Apples to Apples.'"

"'Apples to Apples?'"

Chris stared. "You've played 'Talisman,' but you've never played 'Apples to Apples?' Your status as board game elite has been revoked until future notice."

Zach sputtered. "Fine, I'll find an all night Walmart, and we'll play it, and I'll kick your ass at it."

"Wow, who knew board games would get Zachary Quinto to come down from his pedestal and enter a Walmart like the rest of us," Chris continued over Zach's sputtering, "It's more of a party game anyway, we couldn't play it just the two of us."

Zach wilted. "I still know boardgames."

Chris leaned in, kissing Zach's pout. "Of course, I will defer to you for all things game related. Now, come on. I see 'Monty Python Flux' in that pile of yours, and I want to see how many different Accents I can trick you into doing."

~

The final number had been twenty-four accents. They'd played through three games of 'Flux' before changing into pajamas and moving on to battleship. Their Agricola game was still sitting out where they'd left it before Zach had distracted Chris into kissing him senseless, the two of them collapsing into bed to sleep shortly thereafter, barely remembering to move Zach's games before they ended up squished underneath.

Zach stirred restlessly, listening to the sound of Chris singing to himself in the shower. Zach could still feel the warmth in the sheets from where Chris had been lying beside him.

Eventually, Chris wandered out, fully dressed for the day. "Come on, get up, Sleepy. I thought you had our whole day planned out."

Zach stretched, accepting the light kiss Chris gave him. "I do, but not until after lunch."

"It's nearly eleven now."

Zach jerked around to look at the clock. "Holy crap. I haven't slept that late in ages."

Chris grinned, rubbing Zach's knee through the sheet. "We were up pretty late, so what is the plan today?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," Zach teased, grabbing clothes from the small chest of drawers for his shower.

After finishing their game, ending in a rare tie, Zach and Chris headed out to begin Zach's schedule for their day.

"Now, I only made actual reservations for one activity. The rest of these plans are up to what we're in the mood for." Zach grinned, as he led Chris along the boardwalk by the beach.

"Did you sign us up for snorkeling?" Chris asked hesitantly.

"No, it's not as exciting as it's cracked up to be, in any case you need to get certified before you can do any of the tours that are really worth it."

Chris raised an eyebrow at Zach.

"What? I did research. I wanted us to have a good time. We're here." Zach waved at the cafe titled 'John's Coast.' "Wait till you try the shrimp tacos."

Chris laughed, and followed Zach inside. The tacos were phenomenal, though Chris preferred the fish.

The day proceeded the exact opposite of Zach's Friday. Little things seemed to go unexpectedly well. The owner of the cafe sent a complimentary dessert plate because he liked the band on Zach's shirt. Leaving the cafe, Zach accidentally tripped someone who turned out to be a notorious pickpocket. The grateful owner turned out to be the stunt director of an upcoming blockbuster, and he invited them to come by the next day to see them film pieces of the big motor-boat chase scene. Both Chris and Zach won free souvenir hats after putting holes in one on the novelty eighteenth hole at mini golfing. While they were walking along the boardwalk, they stumbled across an amateur kite-fighting contest where one of the organizers grabbed them as 'volunteers' to demonstrate a series of maneuvers.

Chris laughed as he handed back the spool for his kite. "This is the most fun I've had in weeks."

Zach nodded, the golfing penguin wobbling his hat nearly off his head. "Yeah, and we've still got time for one more thing before we need to get to our reservation."

"Ooh, good. I'm getting hungry."

"Not that reservation. It'll be a while before dinner, so we should eat something, but keep it light, don't want to be too stuffed to enjoy this."

Chris squinted at Zach, trying to guess what Zach had planned. "Alright. I think I saw a sandwich shop back that way."

The spectacular day continued as the sandwiches tasted fantastic, and Zach led Chris along the boardwalk and towards the docks, taking a quick detour back to the car for Zach to grab a mysterious black bag.

"Wait, is that..." Chris paused to reread the logo above the building they were about to enter. "We're going Parasailing?! But, crap, I left my bathing suit in the room."

Zach held up the black bag. "I took the liberty of packing our things while you put away Agricola this morning."

"So that's where you disappeared. Damn, Zach. This is going to be so cool."

"Glad you're excited."

"Damned right I'm excited. Parasailing. We're going Parasailing."

Zach laughed. Inside, they were asked to confirm their identity before guided to a back locker-room where they were permitted to change into their suits. They were met outside by an instructor who read them standard procedure guidelines.

"Now, if you will come with me. You'll need to be fitted for harnesses," The instructor, Scott, waved them over to a rack of straps and buckles.

"Did you get our size information?" Zach asked, following the man.

"Yes, Sir, but it is company policy to fit every patron for safety reasons."

"Okay, but can you give us the sizes I recommended first?"

Scott sighed, but glanced at his clipboard of their information and grabbed the requested sizes. "These will likely be too large for you. Now, if you would allow me to show you how to put them on."

Zach and Chris promptly slipped the harnesses on before Scott even finished his sentence. They fit perfectly.

Scott stared at them, dumbfounded. Glancing at his clipboard again, he said, "Are you sure you've never been parasailing before?"

"We're both professional actors. We've done plenty of stunt scenes with harnesses before." Chris said, getting annoyed with the way Scott was treating them as if they were not just naïve but stupid.

Zach squeezed Chris' shoulder. "Relax. He's doing his job, and there are some differences."

Chris grumbled, but conceded.

"Wait, so you're that Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine?"

Chris sighed. "Yes, let me guess you want an autograph?"

"No, well sure, if you want to; my girlfriend's a huge fan. I just wanted to say I loved your portrayal on Bo in Bottle Shock. My girlfriend and I spend a week in Napa Valley every year for our anniversary, and that movie was just a perfect illustration of the 1976 wine tasting."

Chris preened. "Well, thank you. I was just doing my job."

"And doing it fantastically." Scott grinned at them. "But I'm getting distracted. You two didn't come here to listen to me. You wanted to go parasailing." Scott fist-pumped the air, making them both laugh and cheer.

~

Parasailing was a new experience. The both of them strapped together, soaring through the air with nothing but a cable connecting them to the boat and a giant stretch of canvas keeping them afloat. The sensation of flying, side by side with Chris, made Zach ache to reach over and kiss him. The look in Chris' eyes as they locked with Zach's said the same. If not for the watchful eyes of Scott keeping them safe, Zach wasn't sure any warnings about tangling the chute would have prevented him from leaning over.

They touched earth again with hands clasped tightly. Adrenalin and emotions still soaring in the sky above even though they were standing on the firm deck of he boat once more.

Scott handed them both towels, praising them, "You guys did great. You're both just as comfortable in the sky as on camera aren't you?"

They chuckled at Scott's joke, pulling themselves back to the reality around them.

"Seriously though, I've never seen a first timer so calm and collected. Even the bravest get nervous their first time, but you guys were great. And, I know I'm paid to say that, but it's really true."

Zach laughed. "Thanks, Man. You were a good instructor. We'll have to try this again some time."

"Please do. We'd love to have you back anytime."

"We will."

The return to dock was uneventful. Scott and Zach discussed the differences in wearing a harness for a stunt versus parasailing as Chris listened.

Scott was very good about not asking them for an autograph as they parted to change back into their street clothes and get ready to go. At Chris' insistence, Zach found out the name of Scott's girlfriend from the clerk out front; and they signed a page for him anyway.

The sun was starting to set when they finally got back to the car.

Chris yawned. "I don't think I've ever been to the beach for a whole day without actually going to the beach."

Zach grinned. "We have a little while before dinner. I was thinking we could head back to the beachhouse for a while, play more boardgames until we need to get ready for dinner."

Chris nodded around a yawn.

"Or you could take a nap while I read on the back porch," Zach laughed.

"I'm fine, really. It's just been a busy day."

"Take a nap, don't want to sleep through dinner after all."

"Or dessert." Chris grinned coyly at Zach before looking away out the window when his cheeks started to show hints of red.

Zach squeezed Chris' knee. "No, definitely don't want to sleep through dessert."

Chris smiled at Zach, tangling their fingers together against his thigh and looking back out the window.

~

Zach woke to the feeling of someone shaking his shoulder. "Huh? I'm up, I'm up. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just turns out I wasn't the only one in need of a nap."

Zach pulled himself upright, dropping the book resting in his lap. Already dressed in his suit for dinner, Chris stepped forward to look out at the ocean view from their back porch. They were a ways from the actual ocean shore; but the ocean glow of the fat moon danced across the waves, painting Chris' gold skin and hair with sliver highlights. The muted effect from the restaurant the night before was in full effect tonight. Zach fought the urge to skip dinner and start with dessert. Chris probably wouldn't blame him if he did, but Zach wanted to do this right.

"Let me change into my suit, and we'll get going."

"Sounds good," Chris hummed, accepting the kiss to his cheek as he continued to watch the waves from afar.

A short change of clothes and drive later found Chris and Zach arriving at the restaurant Zach had picked for them. The place was absurdly romantic, and exactly what Zach wanted for the dinner he shared with Chris before their big night.

As soon as they arrived a waiter led them to their table outside. Soft lighting surrounded the expansive deck, illuminating their surroundings with a gentle, blue glow. The moon overhead accenting and complementing the view with splashes of white light over the ocean.

The weight-staff were, virtually invisible. Even when they came to take their order, Zach barely noticed them, so preoccupied with watching Chris watching him. Fine white wine and exquisite fish filet. Zach barely tasted either, too absorbed in the faint red blush that grew over Chris' cheeks with every sip of his drink.

They ate, and they talked. The view and the food were each given due admiration in turn, but they both knew the real main course wasn't here. Soon, they would be heading back to their room where Zach would show Chris the time of his life for the very first time. To be the first person in the world to show Chris that kind of experience. Zach couldn't wait through dessert, could barely wait for the check. The tension to get back into bed was thick.

~

Exiting the car to their beachhouse, Chris barely waited to get the door open before his lips were on Zach's. His hands gripping the lapels of Zach's Jacket as his lips gripped at Zach's heart.

Zach pulled back, shaking his head at the fanciful imagery his mind was giving him. He needed to slow this down before they went too quickly.

"Wait. Chris-" Zach kissed Chris again, needed to show him how much he wanted this. "Let's go to the bedroom, first. I want to do this right."

Chris growled. "I'm not going to break if you throw me to the ground and take me here."

Zach shuddered. "You won't, but I might. Let me show you this, Chris. I want to make this memorable."

"Zach, you already have. I've had an amazing time, and now I want to have sex, already."

Zach kissed Chris again. "We will, I promise, just be patient."

Chris whined, but relented, allowing Zach to guide him into the bedroom where Zach proceeded to worship Chris' body in the best way he knew how.

Zach kissed Chris' mouth first, charting his way from there to Chris' neck, sucking and licking at the tendons and veins stretching beneath the surface. Chris' skin was hot to Zach's touch, pale and warm and enticing. The slow reveal of flesh to Zach's eyes pulling him in, making him want Chris that much more with every inch.

Chris' jacket slipped to the floor, soft flutter of fabric quickly followed by Chris' shirt as Zach pulled back to look. To stop and stare at the beauty he had won. "God, Chris. You're so gorgeous, I want you so much."

"Take me. Fuck, Zach. Stop dawdling and take me."

Zach groaned, leaning back into Chris' chest, nipping and biting marks into his skin. "Talk to me. Tell me what you feel."

Chris moaned. "Hot, so hot. All over. And everything's tingling. It feels amazing Zach. I want... I want something, need-" Chris whined, rocking his hips in needy thrusts. "Fuck, Zach. I don't know. I just need something. Please, give it to me."

Zach moaned, standing up in a rush and pushing Chris back to the bed. "Lie back. I'll take care of you, I promise," Zach purred into Chris' ear, stripping off his own shirt and jacket before joining Chris laid out on the bed.

They lay together, kissing and grinding. Still dressed in their slacks, Zach was reluctant to take things further yet, enjoying the feel of Chris against him, eager and ready for more intimacy.

"Chris, you're so beautiful. Been looking forward to this so much. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Zach, yes," Chris breathed.

Zach moaned, slipping his hands down to open Chris' pants. He slipped his hands to Chris' ass, pushing beneath the fabric to stroke bare skin, squeezing and molesting the firm, smooth globes.

"Fuck, Chris. Feel so good." Zach kissed Chris again, pulling him near and slipping a thigh between Chris' legs to grind closer, deeper into Chris' hip.

Chris panted into Zach's ear, nails raking down Zach's back. "Zach, please. Want. Zach." Chris keened, biting down on Zach's neck and thrusting up into him with a needy growl.

Zach jerked and spasmed as his orgasm struck him by surprise, spurting and shaking into this pants before he was anywhere near ready. "Fuck." Zach gasped, shuddering through the end before pulling away, embarrassed.

"What? Zach?" Chris reached for him as Zach slipped away into the bathroom. "Zach? What just happened?"

Zach froze at the anxious tone in Chris' voice. He returned, kneeling by the bed and kissing Chris' lips chastely. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I have to get these pants cleaned off, or they'll stain."

"Stain? From wha- oh. Oh." Chris chuckled. "You just..."

Zach could feel his face heating with a lobster-worthy blush. "Yeah, sorry. I haven't done that... in a long time."

Chris smiled. "It's okay. Go take care of your pants. I'll be right here when you get back."

Zach kissed Chris again, hurrying into the bathroom to take care of his clothes and to collect himself. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Chris again with renewed stamina.

The image that greeted him when he opened the door nearly undid him all over again.

"Oh, god, Chris..." Zach gasped, as he raked his eyes over Chris' nude form. Arms folded above his head, laid out like the virgin body he was, Chris had stripped off the remainder of his clothes while Zach was in the bathroom. The muscles of his craft stretched and bent around his frame. Not an inch of fat separating the gorgeous bulges of Chris' hardwork from Zach's greedy eyes. Zach felt himself begin to salivate as his cock throbbed eagerly with the chance to play with Chris for real this time.

Zach's eyes roved over Chris as he stepped forward, landing on the soft cock buried in the patch of hair between Chris' spread thighs. Zach could see the knee closest to him twitch as Chris fought the urge to cover up.

Zach smiled, kneeling over Chris and leaning in for a kiss. One hand braced against the mattress as Zach's other hand smoothed down Chris' side, coming to rest cupping Chris' hip gently. "You're gorgeous, everything about you is perfect."

"Yeah?" Chris gasped.

Zach looked at the nerves Chris was fighting to hide and grinned. "Hey, you remember what Scott said?"

"Scott?"

"'Even the bravest get nervous their first time.'"

Chris snorted.

Zach grinned. "You're doing fine. Fui et semper ero amicus tuus." Zach leaned in and began kissing and nipping at Chris' neck and shoulders. "Besides, you already got me off once without even trying."

Chris laughed. "I thought that only happened to teenage boys in bad after-school specials."

Zach groaned, embarrassed again. "Normally, yes; but what can I say? You make me so hot, Chris. I really can't wait to show you what this feels like. Your blood boiling with passion. You'll feel tingles all over your body, every nerve and muscle tightening and coiling until it all rips out of you in one great explosion of pleasure until you can't see straight and your heart's pounding and you're ready to melt away because nothing will ever feel as good. Until you do it again."

Chris moaned, arching up until his hips came flush with Zach's, still warm and firm with the blood from his last erection.

Zach hummed, his cock swelling to meet Chris' hips, before Chris shyly pulled away again.

"Zach, I want..." Chris trailed off, looking away as he nervously sought for words.

"I know. I will." Zach hummed, lowering himself so their bodies aligned. Every inch of Zach's chest pressed to Chris'. Their arms wrapped around each other as Zach delivered another kiss, urging Chris to open up beneath him, to relax and accept.

Chris moaned, panting into the kiss and gripping Zach's shoulders again. His hips began to shake again. Chris broke the kiss with a gasp. "Fuck, Zach. It's happening again. It's... I feel so hot, want- want something."

Zach moaned, smoothing his hand across Chris' hip, squeezing and stroking his skin. "I'm going to touch your abs now, pet your abdomen lower and lower until I get to your dick. Okay?"

"Yeah, I trust you, Zach."

Zach swallowed a moan, rubbing his hand over Chris' thigh and up to his abs. He pressed downward, feeling his way until his fingers brushed Chris' flaccid length.

Chris gasped, jerking away. "Oh, God. That's so... It's never felt so..."

"Sensitive?"

"Yeah."

"You'll get used to that. It'll feel so good." Zach purred, curling his fingers loosely around Chris and pumping him.

"Oh, Zach-" Chris keened, his voice cracking over his words. "Please. Please, more."

"Anything." Zach moaned.

"I want- I want... I don't know. Shit." Chris shuddered, his hips jerking uncontrollably. "Fuck, do something!"

"I am doing something." Zach teased into Chris' neck.

"Do, more." Chris wailed, arching up into Zach's lips and tongue.

"Like what?" Zach asked, kissing his way across Chris' chest to his nipples, breaking Chris' words with a hearty moan.

"Fuck, Zach. I don't know, just. Please!"

"Okay." Zach said, smiling as he kissed the rest of the way down Chris' body, stopping to play with Chris' bellybutton. Zach loved the stuttering gasps and moans coming from Chris. Zach adored the thought that he was the first man to ever do this to Chris. The first man to ever bring Chris this kind of euphoria.

Zach licked his lips, looking down at the warm curl of flesh in his palm then up at Chris' face, which was mottled with flushed blood as he writhed back and forth on the sheets. "Are you ready for this, Chris?"

"Yes, yes. Whatever it is, please."

Zach leaned down, bringing his face level with Chris' cock and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking firmly at the flesh there and taking the entirety into his mouth.

Chris screamed, pumping his hips erratically against Zach's face before Zach held him down, not wanting Chris to injure himself on his teeth. Zach hummed and swallowed, eliciting more cries of pleasure.

"Zach, Zach, Zach-" Chris chanted, hands coming down to grab at Zach's head, shoving him harder into Chris' hips with needy snatches at Zach's hair.

Zach chuckled, swallowing again and slurping at Chris' cock. It was small in his mouth, barely two inches and completely soft. Zach could feel the blood pumping just beneath the surface, swelling bursts that immediately flowed back to join the rest of Chris' bloodstream. Zach sucked harder, trying to manually suck an erection out of Chris.

The other man screamed again, babbling nonsense syllables into the air.

Chris' cock remained flaccid, though hot and pulsing in Zach's mouth, and now dribbling bits of precum as Chris' first ever orgasm began to approach, Chris' cock was not meant to do the things Zach's did, but it would do enough.

"Zach, Zach. God, Zach. I think it hurts," Chris panted in a moment of lucidity. "Hurts, tingles. Like spines all over my body. Don't let it stop. Don't stop. So, Sto-" Chris gasped, his eyes fluttering as his muscles tightened and his skin burned.

Zach sucked, preparing to swallow everything Chris gave; and Chris gave. Gave and gave, burst after burst of pent-up hormones and lust and need. Spasms and jolts and shocks as Chris came. Chris' very first orgasm, and Zach was there to swallow it all. There to give it to him.

Zach's cock throbbed impatiently, and Zach reached down to squeeze himself so he wouldn't begin earnestly humping the mattress in his quest for friction.

Once Chris finally stopped shooting wads of spunk into Zach's mouth, Zach pulled off, kissing the head affectionately and crawling up to nuzzle Chris' cheek.

"Wow," Chris sighed.

"Feel good?" Zach chuckled.

"Yeah... Real good."

Zach nuzzled into Chris' neck, gingerly laying across Chris, his erection still crying for attention from his groin. It could damn-well wait.

"I can't feel my arm."

"Sorry." Zach shifted so he wasn't lying over Chris' arm.

"No, not you. I can't feel anything. I think I'm flying." Chris smiled dopily at the ceiling.

Zach fought hard to not burst out laughing. He nearly succeeded if not for that one snort.

"I wanna do that again. Can we do that again?" Chris purred, turning to look at Zach.

"My god, you're stoned," Zach laughed, battle irrevocably lost to humor.

Chris hummed affirmatively, shifting in Zach's arms. "Feels good." Chris' body arched and he shuddered as an aftershock rocked through him. His hip brushed against Zach's cock, making Zach gasp.

"Fuck, Chris. Come back to me. Can't wait much longer with this."

Chris yawned, blinking slowly and slower, drifting to sleep.

"Shit, Chris. Wake up." Zach breathed.

Chris jerked, as if trying to catch himself from falling. "Sorry. Oh, God, Zach. That was amazing. How long until we do it again?"

Zach chuckled. "I don't know. Soon, I hope." Zach rubbed his cock against Chris' hip.

Chris wrapped his arms around Zach, pulling him in for another kiss. "You don't have to wait for me again. You can cum. I want to see you cum again."

Zach moaned. "Shit, Chris. You can't say things like that. I'm about ready to pop."

"What's stopping you?" Chris asked, confused.

"I want to wait until you're ready, so I can cum inside you."

"Oh." Chris shifted his hips against Zach's side, gasping and jerking away as his dick brushed Zach's thigh. "Fuck, that's sensitive."

Zach laughed. "Shit, maybe I should just take a cold shower. I want to wait, but I don't want to rush you either."

Chris frowned, reaching down to carefully cup his soft length. He shuddered, wincing as he rubbed his hand roughly over himself.

"Shit, Chris. What are you doing?" Zach batted Chris' hand away, brushing gentle fingertips over Chris' dick to check for damages until he found none.

Chris sighed. "I was trying to do what you did before. Get me all wound up. Can't you just, I don't know... tease it until it's ready again?"

Zach kissed Chris gently. "It doesn't work like that. You're too sensitive. We have to wait, it won't take long."

"You got hard again right away."

Zach shifted nervously. "That's because I'm more used to this. It takes practice to get used to sex, and I can't normally get hard again quite so fast."

"Then why did you this time?"

Zach's nervousness increased. "I, ah... I just really want to have sex with you."

Chris laughed, kissing Zach's cheek. He flopped back and sighed, staring at the ceiling a moment. Zach brushed his fingers through Chris' hair, trying to calm himself down some.

"Am I ready yet?"

Zach chuckled, reaching down to brush his fingers over Chris' groin. Chris gasped and jerked away again.

"Guess not." Chris wilted.

Zach frowned, turning Chris to face him. "Hey, it's okay. We have all night. All day tomorrow too. I'll wait as long as you need."

"Aren't there warnings about having an erection for more than four hours?"

"Well, yes, but I don't think we'll have to wait that long."

"Okay, good." Chris looked down at his dick again, and Zach looked too.

The wet gleam of Zach's spit still coated the head where it lay against Chris' stomach, making Zach shudder and his hips jerk forward. "Shit, that's hot."

"What?"

"Your dick, it's still wet from my mouth." Zach reached down and used light fingers to lift and tilt it in his hand. "It's so warm still. The shape so smooth and perfect. I can't wait to play with it again. It's beautiful."

Chris snorted around a shudder of arousal. "My dick is beautiful? It's a dick."

"It's you." Zach sighed, squeezing gently.

Chris moaned. "Hey, Zach."

"Yeah?" Zach asked, distractedly as he began to run his fingers over Chris' flesh in soft strokes again.

"I think I'm ready," Chris breathed.

"Huh?" Zach looked away from Chris' cock, into his flushed face. Chris' eyes fluttering as the feelings of heat and tingling began to arch out of his groin in building waves again. "Oh, thank God."

Chris laughed into Zach's kiss, grabbing Zach's shoulders and pulling him in. Chris' hips rolled and jerked inexpertly against Zach's palm, grinding his dick in a primal, if clumsy search for friction.

Zach pulled away with a moan, letting go of Chris' dick to give his own a warning to squeeze. He was getting too close again. "Wait right here," Zach said, climbing off to get lube and condoms from his bag.

"As opposed to going where?" Chris asked.

Zach paused. "I'd never thought about that..."

"Get over here," Chris growled, spreading his legs and urging Zach to lie between them.

Zach did, leaning down to kiss Chris properly. Zach grabbed a pillow, easing it under Chris' hips.

Chris broke the kiss, lifting himself to help Zach place the pillow. "What's that for?"

"To get a better angle for when you're ready for me."

"Oh, okay." Chris pulled Zach down again for a kiss as Zach popped the cap on the lube, pouring a generous helping into his hand and warming it between his fingers.

Zach pulled back as he reached for Chris' hole. "I'm going to stretch you now. Ready?"

Chris nodded. Watching Zach's face as Zach watched his first finger disappeared into Chris. "Fuck, stop."

Zach stilled. "What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine just... Shit." Chris clenched around Zach's finger, making him shudder. "I think um... I need... pull out, I have to go..." Chris trailed off.

Zach stared at him, confused. "Huh? Go where? What? Oh, no. Yeah. It only feels like that. You're fine."

Chris hesitated. "You sure?"

"Completely. You'll get used to that. Trust me. Its fine."

"Okay..." Chris relented, muscles still tense with nerves.

Zach sighed, rubbing Chris' arm with the hand not currently buried in him. "Relax. I promise you're not about to make a mess on the sheets or my dick. If you were, I'd be able to feel it." Zach wiggled his finger, and Chris wiggled back at him. "And I'd let you know."

Chris didn't look convinced, but the vice grip around Zach's finger eased enough to let Zach thrust shallowly, turning his finger inside Chris to help coat everything thoroughly.

"I'm about to add another finger. That feeling will increase; that's normal. It'll start to feel less weird more good soon."

"Okay." Chris breathed deeply, fighting to relax.

Zach added a second finger, feeling drool collecting in his mouth and on his cock head as the two fingers disappeared into Chris' ass. "Fuck that's hot."

"Really?"

Zach glanced at Chris' look of confusion. "Yeah, it's so hot. Watching my fingers thrusting into you, thinking about how tight you are around me, how tight you're going to be on my cock. How hot your skin is. How wet you'll be."

Chris hm'd, agreeing. Chris sighed, eyes sliding shut as he arched back onto Zach's hand. "What was that?"

"That, my friend, is your prostate. The male g-spot."

"That's it?" Chris sounded disappointed.

Zach laughed. "Yeah, you'll get used to it in time, but it's not what the porn industry likes to make it out to be. You'll enjoy this though." Zach pressed his fingers more firmly into the knot of nerves inside Chris, trying to find the right pressure and rhythm to make Chris' nerves sing.

Chris moaned, gripping the covers and pushing his feet into the bed as he pushed back a bit harder. "That's closer."

"Takes practice," Zach grunted. "I'm going to add another finger now. I want to make sure you're ready."

"Okay, but hurry." Chris sighed, eyes still squeezed shut.

"Yeah." Zach focused on his fingers, as he carefully stretched Chris open enough to accept another finger. He twisted his wrist, pulling in and out, thoroughly fucking Chris with his hand. "Fuck, you're so hot."

"Zach, please. Feeling hot. Those waves, again. Want to feel you."

"Yeah." Zach's hips rocked in the air as he knelt into position. "Wait, shit. Almost forgot the condom." Zach reached for it, struggling to open it with one hand still buried inside Chris, keeping him open.

"Do we really need it? I know I can't have anything. Do you have anything?"

Zach hesitated. "No, but it's a pain to clean up later. I was thinking, your first time-"

"I want to feel you. I've heard guys complain about condoms before, girls too. I'll deal with cleaning it up later."

"Okay," Zach gasped, tossing the unopened wrapper aside and lining himself up. He paused, breathing deeply to grasp at his control. "No more waiting. You ready? This is going to feel kinda big."

"Yeah," Chris panted. "I'm ready."

Zach slipped his fingers free and pushed his cock in, sliding inch by inch what felt like days. Chris' tight, hot channel greedily sucking him in.

Finally, his hips met Chris' ass, and Zach groaned loudly to keep from thrusting immediately. "You okay?" Zach panted.

"Yeah, fuck. You weren't lying. It feels huge."

Zach chuckled. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Zach choked as his hips trembled, and he fought for control. "Shit, I can't wait, you're too goddamn tight. I'm sorry, I need to thrust."

Chris groaned at the first grind of Zach's cock across his prostate. Wrapping his legs around Zach's waist, Chris pulled Zach deeper with every thrust. "Don't appologize." Chris grunted. "Fuck me. Oh, God. Zach, fuck me harder."

Zach moaned, thrusting faster, pumping his hips harder and tighter as his heart pounded against Chris' chest.

"Oh, Zach. I feel it. Those spines. They're in me. My dick- They're getting bigger. Warm, Zach. Feels so heavy. So heavy. Tingles." Chris whined, his hips shaking against Zach's. His flaccid cock too small in the gap between their hips to find any friction to rub against. "Please, Zach. Too good. Want- Zach."

Zach forced a hand between them. Slick with lube, Zach rubbed tight circles over Chris' dick.

Chris moaned, shaking and arching higher up into Zach until Zach shoved into him with a cry. Zach's eyes clenching shut as he shook and emptied himself into Chris' passage. Warm floods of cum bursting at Chris from the inside as his cock jerked under Zach's hand, pulsing and trembling.

Zach continued, to rub circles into Chris' groin, fighting to stay upright until Chris finally came. Chris' eyes wide and unseeing as his cock spurted for the second time in his life.

Zach groaned and collapsed, too exhausted with pleasure to pull out and roll off of Chris instead of crushing him with his deadweight.

Chris hummed happily, licking sloppy kisses at Zach's neck. "Still feels good." Chris cooed.

Zach chuckled, groaning as he shifted up onto his elbows and eased outward.

"No, don't!" Chirs squealed into Zach's ear.

Zach winced, both from the sound and from the sudden clench of muscle around his over-sensitive dick. "Okay, okay. Relax. I'm not going anywhere."

Chris relaxed, and Zach slumped back against him. His dick tingling painfully at that particular over-stimulus. "Please don't do that again."

Chris pouted. "Feels good. Kind of warm and wet. Full."

"You get pushy when you've been laid."

Zach felt Chris' ear-to-ear grin against his cheek.

"I got laid."

"Yes, yes you did. You also get really stoned."

Chris hummed happily, nuzzling at Zach's shoulder.

"We should clean up." Zach mumbled, falling asleep to the smell of Chris' hair.

Chris snored lightly back at him.

"I s'pose we c'n... later..." Zach mumbled, drifting away as sweat dried and cum cooled. It'd be a pain to clean later, but as far as Zach was concerned, Chris had the right idea. Sleep, and lots of it.