Fic: Tech Support - RPS
Title: Tech Support
Rating: NC-17
Relationship status: first time
Word count: 6289
Warning/contains: Language, graphic sex, rimming, bottom!Chris.
A/N: I came up with this when I was over in the US shopping at Best Buy and the guy at the geeksquad desk was really cute and looked vaguely like Chris. Let me know if you enjoy it!
Summary: Chris works at the tech support desk in a large store and Zach really doesn’t understand his laptop.
Tech Support
Chris clicked his tongue absently as he roamed eBay on one of the laptops he’d just repaired. It was a Monday morning and the entire store was dead, and even the sales assistants were being allowed to play Wii on one of the large plasma screens they sold at the back of the store.
The main doors opened with a loud swish and Chris’s eyes flicked up to see a guy walking in with his laptop under his arm. Chris smirked, straightening himself as he took in the guy’s way too tight jeans, red chuck tailors, and a horizontally striped red and white t-shirt. He aptly named him Stereotypical Hipster in his head when the guy turned and walked toward the tech support desk with purpose.
“Waldo called, he wants his shirt back,” Chris said, chuckling at his own little joke as the guy put his laptop on the desk with a loud thunk.
“Clever,” he muttered, lifting his hand to his black rimmed glasses and adjusting them slightly. “I’ve got a problem.”
“Wait one second, my auction is about to close,” Chris said, putting his finger up as he refreshed the page. “Damn.”
Chris jerked back when Stereotypical Hipster leant across the counter and looked at the screen. “You were bidding on a mug?”
“Yes. It was a novelty one.” Chris gave a sigh before pushing the lid of the laptop down with a snap. “I’m Chris, how can I help you today?” Chris said pleasantly, indicating his nametag clipped to his pristine white shirt, and grinned widely. Stereotypical Hipster raised a too neat eyebrow and Chris took a good long look at him, finding himself more than pleased with the view as he took in his lanky frame, long legs, black hair and deep brown eyes. It made him want to put his chin in his hands and openly stare.
“I’ve only had this computer for like three months but it takes a year and a half to turn on. I bought tech support insurance so I figured I’d make use of it.”
Chris turned the laptop immediately to face him and opened the lid, turning it on. He drummed his fingers on the desk edge as he waited, his eyes flicking up to take a long appreciative look at Stereotypical Hipster’s body again, his eyes lingering on his crotch.
“See?” The guy said, referring to his laptop. “Maybe it has something to do with the modem.”
Chris bit his lip to stop from laughing. He loved it when people who clearly knew nothing about computers tried to pretend like they did by using the only technological term they knew. ‘Modem’ was apparently this guy’s.
“It’s not 1999,” Chris said, huffing out a small laugh. “You probably just need to go into your start up options and make sure it’s only booting the bare minimum of stuff it needs.”
“Alright,” the guy said, shoving his hands in his pockets, and looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there.
“You want me to show you how or just go ahead and do it?” Chris asked. The desktop loaded and he raised an eyebrow. “A black and white picture of shoes? Really?”
“It’s deep and poignant.” Chris snorted. “You always judge people’s choice of background so openly?”
“Pretty much, but I normally just think it. You should be happy I’m informing you that your background is pretentious.”
Stereotypical Hipster looked unamused as his arms crossed over his chest, and Chris’ eyes stared for a moment at the guy’s biceps.
Chris turned the laptop parallel to the desk so they could both see it. “OK, basically go to ‘Run’ and type-”
“Could you just do it?” The guy said, his dark eyes looking suddenly tired and annoyed.
“Fine, fine.” Chris turned the laptop to face him and quickly unticked everything that needed unticking. “You have a lot of useless software slowing down your computer but it should be way better now.”
“Thanks,” the guy said, his voice soft and soothing.
Chris smiled. “Anything else I can help you with?”
“Err, no, that’s it thanks.”
Chris quickly shut down the laptop and closed the lid before sliding it across the counter. Stereotypical Hipster took it and placed it in his messenger bag without looking at him.
Chris frowned as the guy walked away from the desk and wondered how he managed to get into jeans that tight.
…
Zach walked into the air conditioned store, feeling the cool air brush his face, and headed over to the tech support desk. His step faltered when he saw Overly Snarky and Pretty Chris standing there, dressed in his black pants, white shirt and tie. He was wearing cute glasses as he stared intensely onto the open back of a PC with a tiny screwdriver in one hand.
Zach walked over and waited for the inevitable comment about the way he was dressed as he saw Chris straighten and a flicker of recognition flash over his blue eyes.
“Hey,” Chris said with a warm smile, taking his glasses off and putting them on the counter top.
“Err, hi.” He reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop and placed it onto the desk. “I think I may have a virus. I was on it for a while and it just slowed right down and froze.”
“You do a virus scan?”
Zach nodded. “Yeah, with some program that came with the laptop and it came out clean.”
“How long were you on it before it started slowing?”
“Like… most of the day.”
Chris smiled, the skin by his eyes crinkling, and Zach tried to remind himself several times that this guy was probably straight. Terminally straight even. “You need a cooling pad. It probably just overheated. I don’t wanna sound patronizing, but a lot of computer problems can be solved by just Googling the issue.”
Zach thought he did sound patronizing and gave a small, pained smile. “Thanks for the advice.”
“How about I show you some good cooling pads?”
“Sure,” Zach said, giving a shrug like he was doing Chris a favour.
As Chris walked out from behind the desk and started walking across the store, Zach made sure to stay a few steps behind him, watching Chris’ small but perky ass as he walked.
Zach left the store a few minutes later with the most expensive cooling pad they sold because it had been on the bottom shelf and he had wanted Chris to bend over in front of him. It was worth every cent.
…
“John,” Chris said to his colleague as he sat at one of the back desks. “Come and look at the amount of spanking porn this guy has on his laptop.”
John walked around the small desk and glanced at the screen. “What was the guy like?”
“At least 60. Oh god, he has a folder for whips and one for canes. Fuck, I need to stop looking into peoples files when I fix their computers. Sometimes, it’s just not worth it.”
“Oh, hipster alert,” John said, standing up straight, his eyes focused on the entrance to the store. Chris grabbed him desperately and stood up.
“Switch with me.”
John tensed, looking down to where Chris’ hands were clutching his shirt. “I’m on desk.”
“Just switch with me, I’ll owe you one.”
John rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know you had a thing for hipsters. Learn something new every day.”
Chris gave him a grateful slap on his upper arm and headed over to the counter where Stereotypical Hipster was standing in his ridiculously tight jeans and a red plaid shirt, his hair gelled back and the thick rimmed glasses no where to be seen.
“You again, you gotta stop stalking me,” Chris joked. “I know I look cute in my uniform but come on now.”
Stereotypical Hipster raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “You don’t look that cute actually.”
Chris gave him a mock unimpressed expression, pleased that they were flirting a little back and forth. “How can I help you…?” Chris trailed off, hoping for Stereotypical Hipster to fill in his name so he had something to call him in his head other than Stereotypical Hipster.
“It’s Zach,” he replied quickly.
Chris smiled. “I’m assuming you have some problem that could have been easily Googled.”
“Why would I do that when I can come here and have some cute, patronizing tech support guy offend me?”
Chris grinned at the ‘cute’ comment. “It’s the personal touch that keeps you coming back. So, what is it? You’re not sure how to turn it off manually? You don’t know where the USB port is? Need help opening a Word document?”
Zach rolled his eyes and Chris grinned at him openly, watching Zach get his computer from his messenger bag and place it on the desk. “The speakers don’t work.”
Chris shook his head with disbelief and opened the laptop, pressing the ‘power’ button. “You turned the speaker volume up?”
“Yes, smartass.”
Chris smirked as Zach’s desktop loaded and he noted that it was no longer a black and white picture of shoes, but a black and white picture of leaves. “Congratulations, you have the most boring background I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s beautiful and simplistic.”
“So is my ass but you don’t see a picture of that on anyone’s desktop,” Chris said with an eye roll. He noticed a light red tinge spread across Zach’s cheeks and had to bite his lip from commenting. “OK, mind if I open your iTunes?”
Zach shifted awkwardly. “You’re going to make negative comments.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I’m a professional and I promise to keep any and all comments about your music taste to myself.”
When iTunes opened Chris frowned, not recognising any of the band names, and he realised they were all probably unknown indie bands considering Zach’s ever increasing hipster status. Chris clicked on one and played it. No sound came out.
Chris quickly clicked a few buttons, changing the sound settings, and then pressed play and the tinny sound of music came out.
“You’re welcome,” Chris said with a grin.
“Thanks,” Zach said, looking baffled at how quickly he solved it. “So, err….”
Chris waited for the sentence to go somewhere but Zach just looked down at the desk, a tiny frown creasing his features like he was angry at himself.
“So, thanks,” Zach finally said, turning and leaving the desk quickly. Chris felt a pang of disappointment that Zach hadn’t said anything else.
…
Zach walked into the store and headed straight to the tech support desk. Chris wasn’t there. Zach turned, thinking his problem could wait until another day, and left.
He went back two days later and found Chris busy with someone else. Zach felt a snap of annoyance that Chris wasn’t free and so he tried to watch Chris inconspicuously from the CD racks in a non-creepy way that wouldn’t make any of the security staff or customers suspicious.
Chris was smiling, his blue eyes bright as he nodded at the customer. Zach flicked through some CD’s with his fingers, his eyes not looking down at them as he continued to watch Chris interact. He vaguely thought he should know better by now than getting a ridiculous crush on some straight tech support guy, especially considering he was hiding behind CD racks and watching him like some stalker.
Finally the customer left and Zach tried to casually walk up to the desk, pleased when Chris turned to look at him in his glasses that made him look both sophisticated and adorable at the same time.
“Zach, how are things?” Chris asked, pulling the glasses off his pretty face. Zach almost asked him to put them back on.
“Yeah, good, thanks. I have a camera but it’s not recognising it at all.” Zach pulled out the cable and camera before pulling out his laptop.
“Heaven forbid the world be without your pictures of sidewalks,” Chris said with a smile.
“Why would I take pictures of sidewalks?”
“I don’t know, you guys seem to like ordinary crap that isn’t interesting. And by you guys, I mean hipsters. What do you do for a living anyway?”
Zach shifted. “I’m an actor.”
“You been in anything?”
“Err, no, nothing major yet. A few projects may be coming up though.”
Chris smiled knowingly and Zach assumed he’d met a lot of people claming to be ‘actors’ considering they were in LA.
“Anyway, you download the driver from the product website?”
Zach blinked a few times. “No.”
It took Chris five minutes for him to make a few more snarky comments, and download and install the required driver. Zach was a little annoyed he couldn’t come up with a better problem that would have taken Chris way longer so he could stare at his gorgeous eyes and soft, pink lips.
“Anything else?” Chris asked and Zach swore he could hear a hopeful tone in that one question.
“Err, no, that’s all for now. Thanks, Chris,” Zach said, smiling at him warmly as he piled his camera, computer and accompanying cables back into his bag. “I guess, I’ll see you the next time I have a problem.”
“I’m always here.”
Zach walked away, casting a look behind his shoulder and seeing Chris put his glasses back on.
…
Chris tapped his pen against the desk edge as he glanced toward the sliding doors at the entrance of the store for the hundredth time.
“You waiting for your hipster boyfriend?” John asked, walking up to the desk.
“Maybe. He’s really hot.”
“Well, Chris, maybe he’s finally learnt how to Google his problems rather than bringing his computer in so you can make unprofessional comments about his dress sense.”
Chris shot John a look full of disdain before glancing toward the door and seeing Zach walk in. Chris’ heart jumped slightly and he stood up, brushing his shirt down and shooed John away, who chuckled at him and mumbled “kids these days.” Chris noted the purple striped hoodie and the way his hair was falling into his eyes, and he suddenly had the urge to run his hands through it and ask what shampoo he used.
“So, this is actually a real problem,” Zach said seriously, eyes intense. The look made Chris’ stomach twist with arousal.
“What’s happened?” Chris asked slowly, his eyes taking in the thick rimmed glasses over his warm brown eyes.
“I think there’s a real virus. It’ll turn off randomly when I’m doing something and my homepage is always changing to something new.”
Chris nodded, actually surprised that it was a legitimate problem. He quickly turned it on and as the desktop loaded, he smiled with surprise.
“A dog, huh?”
“My dog,” Zach corrected.
“You have a dog?”
“He’s called Noah. I decided to have a normal photo as my wallpaper so you couldn’t make any comments.”
“I’m pleased you’re branching away from ‘deep’ pictures.” Chris quickly ran some diagnostics and let out a small smile of sympathy. “This will take a while; it looks like a lot of directories are corrupted. You’ll have to pick it up tomorrow.”
“Oh, OK, sure,” Zach said, a flicker of something crossing his eyes that Chris couldn’t decipher.
“I’ll have to get you to fill in a couple of forms,” Chris said, pulling out a pen and a form, turning it at Zach. “Just some of your details.”
“Alright,” Zach said, leaning over the desk as he quickly filled it out.
The second he left Chris went to sit down at a desk and fix it, knowing that the main reason he was so eager was because he suddenly had a source of information about Zach at his disposal. By strict rules he couldn’t open files, but he could open folders. Zach’s porn folder was not difficult to find and he smirked as he looked through the various file names, determining quickly that Zach’s tastes were fairly vanilla but not completely.
After fulfilling a part of his interest, he started to go through the various stages of fixing the problem.
He was halfway through when he managed to trace the origin of the virus. He blinked, leaning forward to check that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Zach had searched for the specific virus online and had downloaded a known infected file. A slow smile crawled onto his face as he wondered why Zach would do that.
…
Zach walked in to the familiar environment, adjusted his blue hoodie, and headed over to where Chris was leaning on the desk, a book open in his hands and his glasses over his eyes as he read. Zach openly stared as Chris turned a page and licked his lips subconsciously.
“Err, hey,” Zach said quietly. Chris looked up immediately and pushed himself upright, closing the book and setting it aside before pulling off his glasses with an amused look on his face.
“What is that?” Chris asked, his eyes flicking to his hair.
Zach put his fingers up to the hair band self-consciously. “My hair’s getting long so I use this to keep it out of my face,” Zach said defensively.
Chris smirked at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It looks interesting. Cute. So, anyway, I fixed your computer. It was pretty easy and there was no serious corruption thankfully. You haven’t lost any of your porn stash, I made sure.”
Zach’s mouth fell open as he heart started racing uncomfortably. “What? Why would you… that’s private,” Zach said, wobbling between anger and embarrassment and landing firmly on angry.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Zach gave a huff and crossed his arms over his chest as Chris went to retrieve his laptop. His anger dissipated somewhat when Chris leant over and his ass was presented to him at a good angle.
“Straight, straight, he’s straight,” Zach mumbled under his breath. Chris walked back up to the desk and placed the computer down.
“Should be as good as new. Also, the next time you look for a virus to download, try and make sure it’s only a minor one that can be solved with a good anti-malware program.”
Zach’s eyes widened, panic fluttering in his chest. “I didn’t know I was downloading a virus.”
“Your search history begs to differ,” Chris said with a wide, obnoxious grin as he rocked back and forwards on his heels.
Zach felt his cheeks go a little red and he immediately grabbed at his laptop and turned, walking quickly away from the desk as Chris gave out a chuckle. When he got outside, he let out a long breath of air, and decided there was no way in hell he could ever go back in there.
…
“I can’t believe I scared him off,” Chris moaned to John as they sat over a dismantled hard drive. “I was only kidding around with him.”
“Maybe he thinks you’re an egotistical, arrogant, straight asshole who keeps teasing him about his desktop wallpaper.”
“Err, he had a picture of a dog that was totally cute.”
John looked up from what he was doing and smirked.
“Chris, Simon needs some help over in the computer department,” Zoe said, perching on the help desk and looking over at them.
Chris rolled his eyes dramatically and pushed himself up before walking all the way across the store to the computer area.
After fifteen painful minutes of listening to someone contemplate whether to go with a Mac or a Windows, Chris wandered back over to the tech support area. He stopped abruptly and his eyes widened when he noticed Zach standing at the desk with John, dressed in blue pants and a white shirt. Chris ran a hand through his hair nervously and approached them, coming up to stand by Zach.
“What’s your desktop choice for today?”
Zach jerked back, looking shocked to see him, and Chris noticed, a little irritated, like he wasn’t planning on running into him.
“Hi,” Zach muttered, turning to John and ignoring him. Chris pouted and leaned against the desk edge, trying to get Zach’s attention. He knew the guy must be embarrassed, but if he had just asked him out, none of that would have been necessary.
“You know what,” John said, eyeing Chris who was openly staring up at Zach like a rejected puppy. “Chris will be able to help you now he’s back.”
Chris caught the panicked look in Zach’s eye as he moved around the desk so they were facing each other.
“So, what’s wrong with this today?” Chris asked.
“The touchpad won’t work,” Zach said evenly, not meeting his eyes for a second.
Chris pressed the necessary buttons and ‘Touchpad Enabled’ appeared on the screen. “Done. There anything else?” Chris asked hopefully. “Anything at all?”
“Err, no, thanks.” Zach grabbed at his laptop and Chris felt his patience slip. He reached over the desk to put a hand over Zach’s forearm, halting him.
“Are you ever going to ask me out?”
Zach finally met his eyes and Chris could see the surprise in them. “You’re gay?”
“Bisexual, actually. I think, for your computer’s sake, you should just go ahead and ask me out. I’m single and I love Italian food.”
Zach smiled easily, his brown eyes warm, affectionate, and more than a little relieved. “You free Friday night?”
“I am.”
“OK, then can I get your number?”
Chris scribbled it down quickly on a pad and tore off the paper, handing it over. Zach looked at it for a moment like he’d just been handed the holy grail.
“I wish you could have told me you were interested sooner,” Zach said. “Would have saved me downloading a virus.”
“I flirted with you all the time.”
“No, you insulted and offended me all the time.”
“That’s how I flirt. It’s the Chris Pine method.”
“It’s not very effective.”
“You want to have sex with me at some point, right?” Chris asked casually.
Zach’s eyes widened a fraction and he nodded. “Yeah, probably.”
Chris grinned. “Then it worked.”
“Not really, my urge to have sex with you is actually down to your gorgeous ass, and not your lack of tact when dealing with customers.”
Chris winked. “Still, it kept you interested.”
Zach smiled. “OK, well, I’ll call you about Friday night.”
“Sure. You bring the lube, I’ll bring the condoms.”
…
“You know, I’m pleasantly surprised,” Chris said as he unlocked the door and switched on the light.
Zach followed him in to his apartment and immediately noticed the amount of clutter spread around the floor and on the sides, and it put him on edge. “Surprised?”
“I thought you would have taken me somewhere with loads of hipsters, not a restaurant that’s actually nice and normal.”
Zach looked around the small apartment, which seemed clean, but incredibly untidy. There were two rooms spanning off the main room which Zach assumed was his bedroom and bathroom. “Just because I dress like one, doesn’t make me one.”
“Sure it doesn’t,” Chris said, his tone teasing and affectionate as he turned on some lights. “You want some coffee or can we just head straight to the bedroom?”
Zach laughed, finding Chris’ bluntness strangely refreshing and inviting. He liked that he didn’t have to second guess everything Chris said and did, that he was always straight forward and to the point.
“Bedroom,” Zach said forcefully, walking toward Chris like he was stalking a baby animal.
Chris turned around so he was looking away from Zach as Zach reached him. He laughed freely when Zach wrapped his arms around him from behind and started kissing his neck wetly as they shuffled to the bedroom in slow steps, trying not to trip each other up.
Chris switched the light on and Zach was thrilled that his bedroom seemed a lot tidier than the main room.
“Wait,” Chris said, moving away from Zach and walking over to the bed. “Let me move my laptops.”
Zach rolled his eyes, watching Chris take two laptops off his bed. “You’re such a geek.”
“Hey, you’re going to give me like twenty minutes of pleasure, these babies give me hours and hours of pleasure,” Chris joked, making room on his desk so he could place both his laptops there. He gave them an affectionate stroke across the lids and Zach chuckled.
“I’ll try for thirty minutes,” Zach said with a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watched Chris move his glasses off the bed, too. “Feel free to put those on.”
“Your dick so small that I’m going to need glasses?”
Zach raised an unamused eyebrow. “No. I just like you in them.”
Chris shot him a teasing smile and put them on slowly, like he was in a TV commercial.
“Now you’re just being cocky,” Zach said as Chris adjusted them on the bridge of his nose.
“Want me to take them off?” Chris asked innocently.
“No,” Zach said quickly. “Your clothes on the other hand, they need to go.”
Chris hastily pulled his shirt off before discarding his pants, socks and underwear, and throwing them on the floor. He stood there, his hands on his hips and a shit-eating grin on his face. Zach just swallowed as his eyes ran across the expanses of tan skin suddenly available to him. His eyes quickly fixed on Chris’ cock, which was semi-hard and large between his legs.
“Nice,” Zach commented, like he was looking at a particularly intricate painting.
“Thanks,” Chris said, moving one hand off his hip to adjust his glasses slightly.
Chris then walked up to him confidently and cupped the bulge in Zach’s overly tight jeans. “I’m actually interested in seeing you try and get out of these with a hard on.”
“Watch and learn,” Zach said, batting his hand away from his crotch, and going for his button and zipper. He wanted to show off, which immediately backfired when he ended up bending and jumping on the spot, trying to push his jeans down his hips but not having much success.
Chris sat on the bed and spread his legs lazily like he watching a show. “This is really embarrassing for you.”
Zach shoved his hand down the front of his jeans and pulled his junk up into the opened zip area. He gave a sigh of relief before hooking his fingers and shuffling the tight material down his thighs. By the time he managed to pull his jeans off, he was panting with exertion and felt exhausted. Chris sat there in just his glasses, lips quirked up in an amused smile.
“That was fun,” Chris said, shaking his head with a smile. “You knew you were getting laid tonight, you should have picked better pants.”
“These really show off my dick though.”
“Yeah, which is good up until someone actually wants to get at your penis, and then they’re painfully inconvenient.”
Zach rolled his eyes and walked over to Chris, kissing him once on the lips before getting down on his knees and pushing Chris’ legs apart. “Shut up.”
Chris’ legs fell wide open and he reached down to run a hand through Zach’s hair. “You use special shampoo or something?”
Zach moved forward and wrapped his mouth around the head of Chris’ cock and sucked once, hard. Chris threw his head back and moaned loudly and Zach was thankful to have shut him up, at least for the moment. He sucked and licked at the head for a few seconds before opening wide and moving down the hard length, trying to see how far he could go considering Chris was by no means small.
“Fuck,” Chris moaned, running a heavy hand along Zach’s hair, encouraging him.
Zach moaned around Chris’ cock which made Chris thrust up hard. Zach gagged and pulled off, shooting Chris a glare. “Try that again and I’ll bite down.”
“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry,” Chris muttered desperately, his blue eyes glassy behind the glasses. Zach shrugged and moved forward, not taking Chris’ whole length in his mouth this time, but just bobbing around the head as his hand wrapped around the base. Chris was getting steadily louder and was gently thrusting into Zach’s mouth in small jerks, his thighs shaking as he tried to hold back from driving his dick forward more forcefully.
Zach pulled off with a wet slurping noise and pressed a gentle kiss to the red, swollen head that had a tiny bead of pre-come gathered at the very tip. Zach reached down and pulled off his shirt so he was completely naked before getting to his feet.
“Turn over,” Zach ordered, bracing himself for some snarky comment, but Chris seemed to have run out of words as he immediately turned over and sprawled across the bed on his stomach without comment.
Zach got onto the bed and shuffled over Chris, when his knee suddenly hit something hard under the bed cover. He frowned, lifting the soft cover up and pulling out a heavy book.
“Advanced HTML, huh?” Zach commented, turning the book over in his hand.
“Just throw it onto the floor or something,” Chris said, looking over his shoulder.
“This kind of stuff get you off? If I whisper HTML in your ear will you orgasm?”
“Do you know any HTML?” Chris asked, sounding impatient.
“Well, no,” Zach admitted, not even sure what HTML was.
“Then I guess you’ll never know if I get off to it.”
Zach playfully slapped his ass before leaning down and parting Chris’ ass cheeks with both hands, humming in appreciation as he felt Chris squirm impatiently underneath him. Zach bit his ass cheek gently, which was rewarded with a breathy “Zach” from the top of the bed. Zach smirked before opening his mouth and placing another small bite on the other ass cheek, and then leant down to lick across Chris’ hole gently.
Chris let out a small moan before pushing his ass up against Zach’s mouth. Zach swirled his tongue around and over the small pucker before jabbing the tip of his tongue inside and feeling Chris’ whole body tense, followed by a pleased groan. Zach held Chris’ cheeks apart and pushed his tongue in as far as he could before pulling out and replacing it with his finger. He wiggled it inside slowly, getting to the first knuckle and licking around it.
He carried on sucking and licking as he added a second finger and scissored them to open Chris up, aware of how hard he was and that the moans coming from Chris were making it harder and harder for him to take his time preparing him.
Zach jerked back when he felt something small and pointy hit his cheek. “What the hell?” Zach looked down to see a small condom package. “You just throw a condom at me?”
“Take the hint,” Chris said, sounding more than a little breathless.
“Someone’s a bossy bottom,” Zach grumbled, ripping the wrapper open, taking the condom out and rolling it on quickly. Suddenly a small tube of lube hit his chest and he shot a glare at Chris, who had rolled slightly onto his side to smile at him, his cheeks flushed. Zach just chuckled, finding Chris’ eagerness endearing.
Zach squirted a stripe of lube onto his erection before rubbing it over his cock liberally. “Position preference?”
Chris rolled back onto his stomach and pushed his bottom half up, displaying his ass. “This is good,” Chris said. Zach had to agree as he took a moment to just stare at the ass he’d been appreciating for weeks and weeks.
Zach quickly knelt up and pushed himself steadily inside in one very slow, smooth movement that had Chris gasping and clutching the cover in his hands. Zach paused when he was fully inside, regulating his breathing as he tried to adjust to the incredibly tight channel squeezing around his dick. Chris pushed his ass back and that was all Zach needed before pressing his body along Chris’ back and thrusting down hard a few times to gauge Chris’ reaction.
Chris let out a pleased ‘ah’ so Zach continued the forceful, deep thrusts down into the warm clench of Chris’ ass which squeezed and contracted every time he buried himself in him.
Zach grunted in between pressing sloppy kisses to Chris’ back as he rolled his hips down in a steady, powerful movement that set his body alight with the slowly intensifying burn of arousal. Chris reached his hand back and put it on Zach’s thigh, encouraging his movements as he let out a stream of noises and words, all shouted and loud in the small room. Zach wrapped an arm around him quickly and found Chris’ erection hanging between his thighs hot and heavy. He gave it a few long, tight strokes and Chris moaned a little louder as he pushed his ass back every time Zach thrust into him.
It wasn’t long before Zach felt his orgasm sweep over him in waves, his body trembling and shaking as he tensed up and released over and over again. Chris came almost immediately after him as he felt Chris’ cock throb inside his fist as he stroked him through it gently.
Zach rolled off him and his hand hit the nightstand accidentally, causing a lot of empty Red Bull and Coke cans to shake and almost fall over.
“Do you ever tidy?” Zach mumbled when he got his breath back.
Chris shrugged, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a giddy smile still on his face. “Sometimes. Just move your hand across and they’ll fall into the trash.”
Zach shook his head. “They can be recycled.”
“What’s that?” Chris asked, his tone light and teasing as he leant over and pressed a kiss to Zach’s mouth.
“You really should recycle,” Zach said seriously, pinning him with a glare. It was difficult to keep up as he looked at Chris’ pink lips and flushed red cheeks, his blue eyes wide and glassy.
Zach suddenly felt Chris roll him onto his side and slide his arms around him from behind. Zach wasn’t used to being the little spoon but went with it, enjoying the feel of Chris’ hand lying over his chest, moving in circles around his chest hair.
…
Chris felt his chest clench happily as Zach walked into the store in flip flops, tight jeans and a plaid shirt, his messenger back across his chest and thick rimmed glasses over his eyes.
Chris wolf whistled as Zach walked over to him, an easy smile on his face.
“How are you?” Chris asked, putting his hands on the counter and leaning over to press a kiss to Zach’s mouth.
“I’m good. What about you?” Zach asked, the smile on his face making Chris’ heart flutter slightly.
“Yeah, I’m really good. I managed to tick off ‘hipster’ on my stereotype bingo card after last night,” Chris joked.
“Cool, I ticked off ‘computer nerd’ on mine so we both win. You got your lunch break soon?”
“Sure do, why? You going to take me somewhere and show me what happens when people don’t recycle?”
“Such a smartass,” Zach said adoringly, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “I was thinking we’d go to a café, grab some food and maybe you can give me road head on the way back here.”
“Sounds good,” Chris said, glancing at his watch. “I’ve got another 15 minutes, so go sit in your Prius and contemplate hipster things until I’m done.”
Zach leant over the counter and pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking away. Chris turned to John, who was sitting at one of the back desks looking at him with shock.
“I’m hitting that,” Chris said happily, before twirling around once on the spot.
John shook his head and went back to the taken apart laptop on the desk.
…
Christopherwhitelaw: Zach. Zach. Open this msg on your screen, trust me, the comp won’t explode.
Zach: i know how to use instant messenger you tool.
Christopherwhitelaw: Good.
Zach: you at work??
Christopherwhitelaw: Yep, I thought I’d send you something.
Zach: gay porn plz.
Christopherwhitelaw: Just as good. A picture of me and you in the exact resolution for your desktop background.
Zach: i like noah.
Christopherwhitelaw: I spent a full two minutes in Photoshop making this picture of us look awesome. Click accept.
Christopherwhitelaw is sending you a file: mymilkshakebringsalltheboystotheyard.jpg. Accept or Decline.
Download complete. Open downloaded file mymilkshakebringsalltheboystotheyard.jpg.
Zach: this better be good.
Christopherwhitelaw: We look cute.
Zach: how do I put it as my background?
Christopherwhitelaw: You know how. Don’t wind me up with your technological stupidity.
Christopherwhitelaw: You done it? Zach?
Christopherwhitelaw: How can someone mess up making an image their desktop? Zach?
Zach: we do look cute.
Christopherwhitelaw: Right? Wanna come over tonight?
Zach: sure. i have this independent movie I wanna watch so I’ll bring the DVD.
Christopherwhitelaw: Great. I’m so excited….. not.
Zach: there’s gay sex in it.
Christopherwhitelaw: Okay, I take back the sarcasm.
Zach: i better go. you should be working.
Christopherwhitelaw: You don’t think speaking to you is work? Anyway, I’ll see you tonight. 8pm. <3 you.
Zach: what does <3 mean?
Christopherwhitelaw: It’s a heart.
Zach: no it’s not
Christopherwhitelaw: Tilt your head 90 degrees clockwise.
Zach: no. i’ll take your word for it. <3 you, too. i think.
Christopherwhitelaw: xxx
Zach: oh chris?
Christopherwhitelaw: Yes, dear?
Zach: when you come over can you look at my laptop? i’ve made a list of stuff I need fixing.
Christopherwhitelaw: Fine. I’ll be expecting sexual favors as payment.
Zach: fine with me
Christopherwhitelaw has logged off.
The End
Rating: NC-17
Relationship status: first time
Word count: 6289
Warning/contains: Language, graphic sex, rimming, bottom!Chris.
A/N: I came up with this when I was over in the US shopping at Best Buy and the guy at the geeksquad desk was really cute and looked vaguely like Chris. Let me know if you enjoy it!
Summary: Chris works at the tech support desk in a large store and Zach really doesn’t understand his laptop.
Tech Support
Chris clicked his tongue absently as he roamed eBay on one of the laptops he’d just repaired. It was a Monday morning and the entire store was dead, and even the sales assistants were being allowed to play Wii on one of the large plasma screens they sold at the back of the store.
The main doors opened with a loud swish and Chris’s eyes flicked up to see a guy walking in with his laptop under his arm. Chris smirked, straightening himself as he took in the guy’s way too tight jeans, red chuck tailors, and a horizontally striped red and white t-shirt. He aptly named him Stereotypical Hipster in his head when the guy turned and walked toward the tech support desk with purpose.
“Waldo called, he wants his shirt back,” Chris said, chuckling at his own little joke as the guy put his laptop on the desk with a loud thunk.
“Clever,” he muttered, lifting his hand to his black rimmed glasses and adjusting them slightly. “I’ve got a problem.”
“Wait one second, my auction is about to close,” Chris said, putting his finger up as he refreshed the page. “Damn.”
Chris jerked back when Stereotypical Hipster leant across the counter and looked at the screen. “You were bidding on a mug?”
“Yes. It was a novelty one.” Chris gave a sigh before pushing the lid of the laptop down with a snap. “I’m Chris, how can I help you today?” Chris said pleasantly, indicating his nametag clipped to his pristine white shirt, and grinned widely. Stereotypical Hipster raised a too neat eyebrow and Chris took a good long look at him, finding himself more than pleased with the view as he took in his lanky frame, long legs, black hair and deep brown eyes. It made him want to put his chin in his hands and openly stare.
“I’ve only had this computer for like three months but it takes a year and a half to turn on. I bought tech support insurance so I figured I’d make use of it.”
Chris turned the laptop immediately to face him and opened the lid, turning it on. He drummed his fingers on the desk edge as he waited, his eyes flicking up to take a long appreciative look at Stereotypical Hipster’s body again, his eyes lingering on his crotch.
“See?” The guy said, referring to his laptop. “Maybe it has something to do with the modem.”
Chris bit his lip to stop from laughing. He loved it when people who clearly knew nothing about computers tried to pretend like they did by using the only technological term they knew. ‘Modem’ was apparently this guy’s.
“It’s not 1999,” Chris said, huffing out a small laugh. “You probably just need to go into your start up options and make sure it’s only booting the bare minimum of stuff it needs.”
“Alright,” the guy said, shoving his hands in his pockets, and looking like he’d rather be anywhere but there.
“You want me to show you how or just go ahead and do it?” Chris asked. The desktop loaded and he raised an eyebrow. “A black and white picture of shoes? Really?”
“It’s deep and poignant.” Chris snorted. “You always judge people’s choice of background so openly?”
“Pretty much, but I normally just think it. You should be happy I’m informing you that your background is pretentious.”
Stereotypical Hipster looked unamused as his arms crossed over his chest, and Chris’ eyes stared for a moment at the guy’s biceps.
Chris turned the laptop parallel to the desk so they could both see it. “OK, basically go to ‘Run’ and type-”
“Could you just do it?” The guy said, his dark eyes looking suddenly tired and annoyed.
“Fine, fine.” Chris turned the laptop to face him and quickly unticked everything that needed unticking. “You have a lot of useless software slowing down your computer but it should be way better now.”
“Thanks,” the guy said, his voice soft and soothing.
Chris smiled. “Anything else I can help you with?”
“Err, no, that’s it thanks.”
Chris quickly shut down the laptop and closed the lid before sliding it across the counter. Stereotypical Hipster took it and placed it in his messenger bag without looking at him.
Chris frowned as the guy walked away from the desk and wondered how he managed to get into jeans that tight.
…
Zach walked into the air conditioned store, feeling the cool air brush his face, and headed over to the tech support desk. His step faltered when he saw Overly Snarky and Pretty Chris standing there, dressed in his black pants, white shirt and tie. He was wearing cute glasses as he stared intensely onto the open back of a PC with a tiny screwdriver in one hand.
Zach walked over and waited for the inevitable comment about the way he was dressed as he saw Chris straighten and a flicker of recognition flash over his blue eyes.
“Hey,” Chris said with a warm smile, taking his glasses off and putting them on the counter top.
“Err, hi.” He reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop and placed it onto the desk. “I think I may have a virus. I was on it for a while and it just slowed right down and froze.”
“You do a virus scan?”
Zach nodded. “Yeah, with some program that came with the laptop and it came out clean.”
“How long were you on it before it started slowing?”
“Like… most of the day.”
Chris smiled, the skin by his eyes crinkling, and Zach tried to remind himself several times that this guy was probably straight. Terminally straight even. “You need a cooling pad. It probably just overheated. I don’t wanna sound patronizing, but a lot of computer problems can be solved by just Googling the issue.”
Zach thought he did sound patronizing and gave a small, pained smile. “Thanks for the advice.”
“How about I show you some good cooling pads?”
“Sure,” Zach said, giving a shrug like he was doing Chris a favour.
As Chris walked out from behind the desk and started walking across the store, Zach made sure to stay a few steps behind him, watching Chris’ small but perky ass as he walked.
Zach left the store a few minutes later with the most expensive cooling pad they sold because it had been on the bottom shelf and he had wanted Chris to bend over in front of him. It was worth every cent.
…
“John,” Chris said to his colleague as he sat at one of the back desks. “Come and look at the amount of spanking porn this guy has on his laptop.”
John walked around the small desk and glanced at the screen. “What was the guy like?”
“At least 60. Oh god, he has a folder for whips and one for canes. Fuck, I need to stop looking into peoples files when I fix their computers. Sometimes, it’s just not worth it.”
“Oh, hipster alert,” John said, standing up straight, his eyes focused on the entrance to the store. Chris grabbed him desperately and stood up.
“Switch with me.”
John tensed, looking down to where Chris’ hands were clutching his shirt. “I’m on desk.”
“Just switch with me, I’ll owe you one.”
John rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know you had a thing for hipsters. Learn something new every day.”
Chris gave him a grateful slap on his upper arm and headed over to the counter where Stereotypical Hipster was standing in his ridiculously tight jeans and a red plaid shirt, his hair gelled back and the thick rimmed glasses no where to be seen.
“You again, you gotta stop stalking me,” Chris joked. “I know I look cute in my uniform but come on now.”
Stereotypical Hipster raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “You don’t look that cute actually.”
Chris gave him a mock unimpressed expression, pleased that they were flirting a little back and forth. “How can I help you…?” Chris trailed off, hoping for Stereotypical Hipster to fill in his name so he had something to call him in his head other than Stereotypical Hipster.
“It’s Zach,” he replied quickly.
Chris smiled. “I’m assuming you have some problem that could have been easily Googled.”
“Why would I do that when I can come here and have some cute, patronizing tech support guy offend me?”
Chris grinned at the ‘cute’ comment. “It’s the personal touch that keeps you coming back. So, what is it? You’re not sure how to turn it off manually? You don’t know where the USB port is? Need help opening a Word document?”
Zach rolled his eyes and Chris grinned at him openly, watching Zach get his computer from his messenger bag and place it on the desk. “The speakers don’t work.”
Chris shook his head with disbelief and opened the laptop, pressing the ‘power’ button. “You turned the speaker volume up?”
“Yes, smartass.”
Chris smirked as Zach’s desktop loaded and he noted that it was no longer a black and white picture of shoes, but a black and white picture of leaves. “Congratulations, you have the most boring background I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s beautiful and simplistic.”
“So is my ass but you don’t see a picture of that on anyone’s desktop,” Chris said with an eye roll. He noticed a light red tinge spread across Zach’s cheeks and had to bite his lip from commenting. “OK, mind if I open your iTunes?”
Zach shifted awkwardly. “You’re going to make negative comments.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “I’m a professional and I promise to keep any and all comments about your music taste to myself.”
When iTunes opened Chris frowned, not recognising any of the band names, and he realised they were all probably unknown indie bands considering Zach’s ever increasing hipster status. Chris clicked on one and played it. No sound came out.
Chris quickly clicked a few buttons, changing the sound settings, and then pressed play and the tinny sound of music came out.
“You’re welcome,” Chris said with a grin.
“Thanks,” Zach said, looking baffled at how quickly he solved it. “So, err….”
Chris waited for the sentence to go somewhere but Zach just looked down at the desk, a tiny frown creasing his features like he was angry at himself.
“So, thanks,” Zach finally said, turning and leaving the desk quickly. Chris felt a pang of disappointment that Zach hadn’t said anything else.
…
Zach walked into the store and headed straight to the tech support desk. Chris wasn’t there. Zach turned, thinking his problem could wait until another day, and left.
He went back two days later and found Chris busy with someone else. Zach felt a snap of annoyance that Chris wasn’t free and so he tried to watch Chris inconspicuously from the CD racks in a non-creepy way that wouldn’t make any of the security staff or customers suspicious.
Chris was smiling, his blue eyes bright as he nodded at the customer. Zach flicked through some CD’s with his fingers, his eyes not looking down at them as he continued to watch Chris interact. He vaguely thought he should know better by now than getting a ridiculous crush on some straight tech support guy, especially considering he was hiding behind CD racks and watching him like some stalker.
Finally the customer left and Zach tried to casually walk up to the desk, pleased when Chris turned to look at him in his glasses that made him look both sophisticated and adorable at the same time.
“Zach, how are things?” Chris asked, pulling the glasses off his pretty face. Zach almost asked him to put them back on.
“Yeah, good, thanks. I have a camera but it’s not recognising it at all.” Zach pulled out the cable and camera before pulling out his laptop.
“Heaven forbid the world be without your pictures of sidewalks,” Chris said with a smile.
“Why would I take pictures of sidewalks?”
“I don’t know, you guys seem to like ordinary crap that isn’t interesting. And by you guys, I mean hipsters. What do you do for a living anyway?”
Zach shifted. “I’m an actor.”
“You been in anything?”
“Err, no, nothing major yet. A few projects may be coming up though.”
Chris smiled knowingly and Zach assumed he’d met a lot of people claming to be ‘actors’ considering they were in LA.
“Anyway, you download the driver from the product website?”
Zach blinked a few times. “No.”
It took Chris five minutes for him to make a few more snarky comments, and download and install the required driver. Zach was a little annoyed he couldn’t come up with a better problem that would have taken Chris way longer so he could stare at his gorgeous eyes and soft, pink lips.
“Anything else?” Chris asked and Zach swore he could hear a hopeful tone in that one question.
“Err, no, that’s all for now. Thanks, Chris,” Zach said, smiling at him warmly as he piled his camera, computer and accompanying cables back into his bag. “I guess, I’ll see you the next time I have a problem.”
“I’m always here.”
Zach walked away, casting a look behind his shoulder and seeing Chris put his glasses back on.
…
Chris tapped his pen against the desk edge as he glanced toward the sliding doors at the entrance of the store for the hundredth time.
“You waiting for your hipster boyfriend?” John asked, walking up to the desk.
“Maybe. He’s really hot.”
“Well, Chris, maybe he’s finally learnt how to Google his problems rather than bringing his computer in so you can make unprofessional comments about his dress sense.”
Chris shot John a look full of disdain before glancing toward the door and seeing Zach walk in. Chris’ heart jumped slightly and he stood up, brushing his shirt down and shooed John away, who chuckled at him and mumbled “kids these days.” Chris noted the purple striped hoodie and the way his hair was falling into his eyes, and he suddenly had the urge to run his hands through it and ask what shampoo he used.
“So, this is actually a real problem,” Zach said seriously, eyes intense. The look made Chris’ stomach twist with arousal.
“What’s happened?” Chris asked slowly, his eyes taking in the thick rimmed glasses over his warm brown eyes.
“I think there’s a real virus. It’ll turn off randomly when I’m doing something and my homepage is always changing to something new.”
Chris nodded, actually surprised that it was a legitimate problem. He quickly turned it on and as the desktop loaded, he smiled with surprise.
“A dog, huh?”
“My dog,” Zach corrected.
“You have a dog?”
“He’s called Noah. I decided to have a normal photo as my wallpaper so you couldn’t make any comments.”
“I’m pleased you’re branching away from ‘deep’ pictures.” Chris quickly ran some diagnostics and let out a small smile of sympathy. “This will take a while; it looks like a lot of directories are corrupted. You’ll have to pick it up tomorrow.”
“Oh, OK, sure,” Zach said, a flicker of something crossing his eyes that Chris couldn’t decipher.
“I’ll have to get you to fill in a couple of forms,” Chris said, pulling out a pen and a form, turning it at Zach. “Just some of your details.”
“Alright,” Zach said, leaning over the desk as he quickly filled it out.
The second he left Chris went to sit down at a desk and fix it, knowing that the main reason he was so eager was because he suddenly had a source of information about Zach at his disposal. By strict rules he couldn’t open files, but he could open folders. Zach’s porn folder was not difficult to find and he smirked as he looked through the various file names, determining quickly that Zach’s tastes were fairly vanilla but not completely.
After fulfilling a part of his interest, he started to go through the various stages of fixing the problem.
He was halfway through when he managed to trace the origin of the virus. He blinked, leaning forward to check that he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Zach had searched for the specific virus online and had downloaded a known infected file. A slow smile crawled onto his face as he wondered why Zach would do that.
…
Zach walked in to the familiar environment, adjusted his blue hoodie, and headed over to where Chris was leaning on the desk, a book open in his hands and his glasses over his eyes as he read. Zach openly stared as Chris turned a page and licked his lips subconsciously.
“Err, hey,” Zach said quietly. Chris looked up immediately and pushed himself upright, closing the book and setting it aside before pulling off his glasses with an amused look on his face.
“What is that?” Chris asked, his eyes flicking to his hair.
Zach put his fingers up to the hair band self-consciously. “My hair’s getting long so I use this to keep it out of my face,” Zach said defensively.
Chris smirked at him, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It looks interesting. Cute. So, anyway, I fixed your computer. It was pretty easy and there was no serious corruption thankfully. You haven’t lost any of your porn stash, I made sure.”
Zach’s mouth fell open as he heart started racing uncomfortably. “What? Why would you… that’s private,” Zach said, wobbling between anger and embarrassment and landing firmly on angry.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Zach gave a huff and crossed his arms over his chest as Chris went to retrieve his laptop. His anger dissipated somewhat when Chris leant over and his ass was presented to him at a good angle.
“Straight, straight, he’s straight,” Zach mumbled under his breath. Chris walked back up to the desk and placed the computer down.
“Should be as good as new. Also, the next time you look for a virus to download, try and make sure it’s only a minor one that can be solved with a good anti-malware program.”
Zach’s eyes widened, panic fluttering in his chest. “I didn’t know I was downloading a virus.”
“Your search history begs to differ,” Chris said with a wide, obnoxious grin as he rocked back and forwards on his heels.
Zach felt his cheeks go a little red and he immediately grabbed at his laptop and turned, walking quickly away from the desk as Chris gave out a chuckle. When he got outside, he let out a long breath of air, and decided there was no way in hell he could ever go back in there.
…
“I can’t believe I scared him off,” Chris moaned to John as they sat over a dismantled hard drive. “I was only kidding around with him.”
“Maybe he thinks you’re an egotistical, arrogant, straight asshole who keeps teasing him about his desktop wallpaper.”
“Err, he had a picture of a dog that was totally cute.”
John looked up from what he was doing and smirked.
“Chris, Simon needs some help over in the computer department,” Zoe said, perching on the help desk and looking over at them.
Chris rolled his eyes dramatically and pushed himself up before walking all the way across the store to the computer area.
After fifteen painful minutes of listening to someone contemplate whether to go with a Mac or a Windows, Chris wandered back over to the tech support area. He stopped abruptly and his eyes widened when he noticed Zach standing at the desk with John, dressed in blue pants and a white shirt. Chris ran a hand through his hair nervously and approached them, coming up to stand by Zach.
“What’s your desktop choice for today?”
Zach jerked back, looking shocked to see him, and Chris noticed, a little irritated, like he wasn’t planning on running into him.
“Hi,” Zach muttered, turning to John and ignoring him. Chris pouted and leaned against the desk edge, trying to get Zach’s attention. He knew the guy must be embarrassed, but if he had just asked him out, none of that would have been necessary.
“You know what,” John said, eyeing Chris who was openly staring up at Zach like a rejected puppy. “Chris will be able to help you now he’s back.”
Chris caught the panicked look in Zach’s eye as he moved around the desk so they were facing each other.
“So, what’s wrong with this today?” Chris asked.
“The touchpad won’t work,” Zach said evenly, not meeting his eyes for a second.
Chris pressed the necessary buttons and ‘Touchpad Enabled’ appeared on the screen. “Done. There anything else?” Chris asked hopefully. “Anything at all?”
“Err, no, thanks.” Zach grabbed at his laptop and Chris felt his patience slip. He reached over the desk to put a hand over Zach’s forearm, halting him.
“Are you ever going to ask me out?”
Zach finally met his eyes and Chris could see the surprise in them. “You’re gay?”
“Bisexual, actually. I think, for your computer’s sake, you should just go ahead and ask me out. I’m single and I love Italian food.”
Zach smiled easily, his brown eyes warm, affectionate, and more than a little relieved. “You free Friday night?”
“I am.”
“OK, then can I get your number?”
Chris scribbled it down quickly on a pad and tore off the paper, handing it over. Zach looked at it for a moment like he’d just been handed the holy grail.
“I wish you could have told me you were interested sooner,” Zach said. “Would have saved me downloading a virus.”
“I flirted with you all the time.”
“No, you insulted and offended me all the time.”
“That’s how I flirt. It’s the Chris Pine method.”
“It’s not very effective.”
“You want to have sex with me at some point, right?” Chris asked casually.
Zach’s eyes widened a fraction and he nodded. “Yeah, probably.”
Chris grinned. “Then it worked.”
“Not really, my urge to have sex with you is actually down to your gorgeous ass, and not your lack of tact when dealing with customers.”
Chris winked. “Still, it kept you interested.”
Zach smiled. “OK, well, I’ll call you about Friday night.”
“Sure. You bring the lube, I’ll bring the condoms.”
…
“You know, I’m pleasantly surprised,” Chris said as he unlocked the door and switched on the light.
Zach followed him in to his apartment and immediately noticed the amount of clutter spread around the floor and on the sides, and it put him on edge. “Surprised?”
“I thought you would have taken me somewhere with loads of hipsters, not a restaurant that’s actually nice and normal.”
Zach looked around the small apartment, which seemed clean, but incredibly untidy. There were two rooms spanning off the main room which Zach assumed was his bedroom and bathroom. “Just because I dress like one, doesn’t make me one.”
“Sure it doesn’t,” Chris said, his tone teasing and affectionate as he turned on some lights. “You want some coffee or can we just head straight to the bedroom?”
Zach laughed, finding Chris’ bluntness strangely refreshing and inviting. He liked that he didn’t have to second guess everything Chris said and did, that he was always straight forward and to the point.
“Bedroom,” Zach said forcefully, walking toward Chris like he was stalking a baby animal.
Chris turned around so he was looking away from Zach as Zach reached him. He laughed freely when Zach wrapped his arms around him from behind and started kissing his neck wetly as they shuffled to the bedroom in slow steps, trying not to trip each other up.
Chris switched the light on and Zach was thrilled that his bedroom seemed a lot tidier than the main room.
“Wait,” Chris said, moving away from Zach and walking over to the bed. “Let me move my laptops.”
Zach rolled his eyes, watching Chris take two laptops off his bed. “You’re such a geek.”
“Hey, you’re going to give me like twenty minutes of pleasure, these babies give me hours and hours of pleasure,” Chris joked, making room on his desk so he could place both his laptops there. He gave them an affectionate stroke across the lids and Zach chuckled.
“I’ll try for thirty minutes,” Zach said with a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watched Chris move his glasses off the bed, too. “Feel free to put those on.”
“Your dick so small that I’m going to need glasses?”
Zach raised an unamused eyebrow. “No. I just like you in them.”
Chris shot him a teasing smile and put them on slowly, like he was in a TV commercial.
“Now you’re just being cocky,” Zach said as Chris adjusted them on the bridge of his nose.
“Want me to take them off?” Chris asked innocently.
“No,” Zach said quickly. “Your clothes on the other hand, they need to go.”
Chris hastily pulled his shirt off before discarding his pants, socks and underwear, and throwing them on the floor. He stood there, his hands on his hips and a shit-eating grin on his face. Zach just swallowed as his eyes ran across the expanses of tan skin suddenly available to him. His eyes quickly fixed on Chris’ cock, which was semi-hard and large between his legs.
“Nice,” Zach commented, like he was looking at a particularly intricate painting.
“Thanks,” Chris said, moving one hand off his hip to adjust his glasses slightly.
Chris then walked up to him confidently and cupped the bulge in Zach’s overly tight jeans. “I’m actually interested in seeing you try and get out of these with a hard on.”
“Watch and learn,” Zach said, batting his hand away from his crotch, and going for his button and zipper. He wanted to show off, which immediately backfired when he ended up bending and jumping on the spot, trying to push his jeans down his hips but not having much success.
Chris sat on the bed and spread his legs lazily like he watching a show. “This is really embarrassing for you.”
Zach shoved his hand down the front of his jeans and pulled his junk up into the opened zip area. He gave a sigh of relief before hooking his fingers and shuffling the tight material down his thighs. By the time he managed to pull his jeans off, he was panting with exertion and felt exhausted. Chris sat there in just his glasses, lips quirked up in an amused smile.
“That was fun,” Chris said, shaking his head with a smile. “You knew you were getting laid tonight, you should have picked better pants.”
“These really show off my dick though.”
“Yeah, which is good up until someone actually wants to get at your penis, and then they’re painfully inconvenient.”
Zach rolled his eyes and walked over to Chris, kissing him once on the lips before getting down on his knees and pushing Chris’ legs apart. “Shut up.”
Chris’ legs fell wide open and he reached down to run a hand through Zach’s hair. “You use special shampoo or something?”
Zach moved forward and wrapped his mouth around the head of Chris’ cock and sucked once, hard. Chris threw his head back and moaned loudly and Zach was thankful to have shut him up, at least for the moment. He sucked and licked at the head for a few seconds before opening wide and moving down the hard length, trying to see how far he could go considering Chris was by no means small.
“Fuck,” Chris moaned, running a heavy hand along Zach’s hair, encouraging him.
Zach moaned around Chris’ cock which made Chris thrust up hard. Zach gagged and pulled off, shooting Chris a glare. “Try that again and I’ll bite down.”
“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry,” Chris muttered desperately, his blue eyes glassy behind the glasses. Zach shrugged and moved forward, not taking Chris’ whole length in his mouth this time, but just bobbing around the head as his hand wrapped around the base. Chris was getting steadily louder and was gently thrusting into Zach’s mouth in small jerks, his thighs shaking as he tried to hold back from driving his dick forward more forcefully.
Zach pulled off with a wet slurping noise and pressed a gentle kiss to the red, swollen head that had a tiny bead of pre-come gathered at the very tip. Zach reached down and pulled off his shirt so he was completely naked before getting to his feet.
“Turn over,” Zach ordered, bracing himself for some snarky comment, but Chris seemed to have run out of words as he immediately turned over and sprawled across the bed on his stomach without comment.
Zach got onto the bed and shuffled over Chris, when his knee suddenly hit something hard under the bed cover. He frowned, lifting the soft cover up and pulling out a heavy book.
“Advanced HTML, huh?” Zach commented, turning the book over in his hand.
“Just throw it onto the floor or something,” Chris said, looking over his shoulder.
“This kind of stuff get you off? If I whisper HTML in your ear will you orgasm?”
“Do you know any HTML?” Chris asked, sounding impatient.
“Well, no,” Zach admitted, not even sure what HTML was.
“Then I guess you’ll never know if I get off to it.”
Zach playfully slapped his ass before leaning down and parting Chris’ ass cheeks with both hands, humming in appreciation as he felt Chris squirm impatiently underneath him. Zach bit his ass cheek gently, which was rewarded with a breathy “Zach” from the top of the bed. Zach smirked before opening his mouth and placing another small bite on the other ass cheek, and then leant down to lick across Chris’ hole gently.
Chris let out a small moan before pushing his ass up against Zach’s mouth. Zach swirled his tongue around and over the small pucker before jabbing the tip of his tongue inside and feeling Chris’ whole body tense, followed by a pleased groan. Zach held Chris’ cheeks apart and pushed his tongue in as far as he could before pulling out and replacing it with his finger. He wiggled it inside slowly, getting to the first knuckle and licking around it.
He carried on sucking and licking as he added a second finger and scissored them to open Chris up, aware of how hard he was and that the moans coming from Chris were making it harder and harder for him to take his time preparing him.
Zach jerked back when he felt something small and pointy hit his cheek. “What the hell?” Zach looked down to see a small condom package. “You just throw a condom at me?”
“Take the hint,” Chris said, sounding more than a little breathless.
“Someone’s a bossy bottom,” Zach grumbled, ripping the wrapper open, taking the condom out and rolling it on quickly. Suddenly a small tube of lube hit his chest and he shot a glare at Chris, who had rolled slightly onto his side to smile at him, his cheeks flushed. Zach just chuckled, finding Chris’ eagerness endearing.
Zach squirted a stripe of lube onto his erection before rubbing it over his cock liberally. “Position preference?”
Chris rolled back onto his stomach and pushed his bottom half up, displaying his ass. “This is good,” Chris said. Zach had to agree as he took a moment to just stare at the ass he’d been appreciating for weeks and weeks.
Zach quickly knelt up and pushed himself steadily inside in one very slow, smooth movement that had Chris gasping and clutching the cover in his hands. Zach paused when he was fully inside, regulating his breathing as he tried to adjust to the incredibly tight channel squeezing around his dick. Chris pushed his ass back and that was all Zach needed before pressing his body along Chris’ back and thrusting down hard a few times to gauge Chris’ reaction.
Chris let out a pleased ‘ah’ so Zach continued the forceful, deep thrusts down into the warm clench of Chris’ ass which squeezed and contracted every time he buried himself in him.
Zach grunted in between pressing sloppy kisses to Chris’ back as he rolled his hips down in a steady, powerful movement that set his body alight with the slowly intensifying burn of arousal. Chris reached his hand back and put it on Zach’s thigh, encouraging his movements as he let out a stream of noises and words, all shouted and loud in the small room. Zach wrapped an arm around him quickly and found Chris’ erection hanging between his thighs hot and heavy. He gave it a few long, tight strokes and Chris moaned a little louder as he pushed his ass back every time Zach thrust into him.
It wasn’t long before Zach felt his orgasm sweep over him in waves, his body trembling and shaking as he tensed up and released over and over again. Chris came almost immediately after him as he felt Chris’ cock throb inside his fist as he stroked him through it gently.
Zach rolled off him and his hand hit the nightstand accidentally, causing a lot of empty Red Bull and Coke cans to shake and almost fall over.
“Do you ever tidy?” Zach mumbled when he got his breath back.
Chris shrugged, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, a giddy smile still on his face. “Sometimes. Just move your hand across and they’ll fall into the trash.”
Zach shook his head. “They can be recycled.”
“What’s that?” Chris asked, his tone light and teasing as he leant over and pressed a kiss to Zach’s mouth.
“You really should recycle,” Zach said seriously, pinning him with a glare. It was difficult to keep up as he looked at Chris’ pink lips and flushed red cheeks, his blue eyes wide and glassy.
Zach suddenly felt Chris roll him onto his side and slide his arms around him from behind. Zach wasn’t used to being the little spoon but went with it, enjoying the feel of Chris’ hand lying over his chest, moving in circles around his chest hair.
…
Chris felt his chest clench happily as Zach walked into the store in flip flops, tight jeans and a plaid shirt, his messenger back across his chest and thick rimmed glasses over his eyes.
Chris wolf whistled as Zach walked over to him, an easy smile on his face.
“How are you?” Chris asked, putting his hands on the counter and leaning over to press a kiss to Zach’s mouth.
“I’m good. What about you?” Zach asked, the smile on his face making Chris’ heart flutter slightly.
“Yeah, I’m really good. I managed to tick off ‘hipster’ on my stereotype bingo card after last night,” Chris joked.
“Cool, I ticked off ‘computer nerd’ on mine so we both win. You got your lunch break soon?”
“Sure do, why? You going to take me somewhere and show me what happens when people don’t recycle?”
“Such a smartass,” Zach said adoringly, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “I was thinking we’d go to a café, grab some food and maybe you can give me road head on the way back here.”
“Sounds good,” Chris said, glancing at his watch. “I’ve got another 15 minutes, so go sit in your Prius and contemplate hipster things until I’m done.”
Zach leant over the counter and pressed a kiss to his cheek before walking away. Chris turned to John, who was sitting at one of the back desks looking at him with shock.
“I’m hitting that,” Chris said happily, before twirling around once on the spot.
John shook his head and went back to the taken apart laptop on the desk.
…
Christopherwhitelaw: Zach. Zach. Open this msg on your screen, trust me, the comp won’t explode.
Zach: i know how to use instant messenger you tool.
Christopherwhitelaw: Good.
Zach: you at work??
Christopherwhitelaw: Yep, I thought I’d send you something.
Zach: gay porn plz.
Christopherwhitelaw: Just as good. A picture of me and you in the exact resolution for your desktop background.
Zach: i like noah.
Christopherwhitelaw: I spent a full two minutes in Photoshop making this picture of us look awesome. Click accept.
Christopherwhitelaw is sending you a file: mymilkshakebringsalltheboystotheyard.jpg. Accept or Decline.
Download complete. Open downloaded file mymilkshakebringsalltheboystotheyard.jpg.
Zach: this better be good.
Christopherwhitelaw: We look cute.
Zach: how do I put it as my background?
Christopherwhitelaw: You know how. Don’t wind me up with your technological stupidity.
Christopherwhitelaw: You done it? Zach?
Christopherwhitelaw: How can someone mess up making an image their desktop? Zach?
Zach: we do look cute.
Christopherwhitelaw: Right? Wanna come over tonight?
Zach: sure. i have this independent movie I wanna watch so I’ll bring the DVD.
Christopherwhitelaw: Great. I’m so excited….. not.
Zach: there’s gay sex in it.
Christopherwhitelaw: Okay, I take back the sarcasm.
Zach: i better go. you should be working.
Christopherwhitelaw: You don’t think speaking to you is work? Anyway, I’ll see you tonight. 8pm. <3 you.
Zach: what does <3 mean?
Christopherwhitelaw: It’s a heart.
Zach: no it’s not
Christopherwhitelaw: Tilt your head 90 degrees clockwise.
Zach: no. i’ll take your word for it. <3 you, too. i think.
Christopherwhitelaw: xxx
Zach: oh chris?
Christopherwhitelaw: Yes, dear?
Zach: when you come over can you look at my laptop? i’ve made a list of stuff I need fixing.
Christopherwhitelaw: Fine. I’ll be expecting sexual favors as payment.
Zach: fine with me
Christopherwhitelaw has logged off.
The End