Fic: Couture - RPS - Part 4
Title: Couture
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Word count: 6114 (this part)
Warning: Language, sexual situations, explicit/graphic sex, angst.
Summary: Zach is a fashion designer and Chris is a male model that he takes an interest in.
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Part 4
“Chris, pick up your phone, pick up the phone. Chris, seriously, pick up your fucking phone,” Zach says, raising his voice as he continues rambling to Chris’ voicemail. “Pick up your phone or I’ll blacklist you from every magazine and every fashion outlet in the city.” Zach hangs up before shaking his head at himself and ringing Chris’ number again.
He makes his tone soft and sweet as the voicemail cuts in. “Pick up the phone. Come on, you know you want to. I know you’re there. Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I’m under a lot of pressure and I didn’t mean to be such a jerk.”
Suddenly a computerised voice cuts through and tells him the voicemail inbox is full and Zach swears, throwing his phone onto his desk.
“Zach, meeting in five?” Becky says as she pops her head around the door.
Zach gives her a weary look. “Can we reschedule it to 4?”
“You’re the boss,” she says, a small irritated frown going over her features as she disappears to inform everyone what Zach has said.
He picks up the phone and quickly calls Chris’ agency and five minutes later, he has a very annoyed agent telling him that she can’t under any circumstances tell him Chris’ address. She also seems to judge him for the fact he doesn’t already know it.
“Fine, well you know who I am, tell him to come to my casting offices for a pretend go-see or something,” he bites out, feeling his temper rise.
“I can’t do that,” she says politely. Zach slams his phone down with an annoyed huff. He can’t remember the last time he chased a guy and it makes feel extremely pathetic and more vulnerable than he has in a long time. He tries to persuade himself it’s because Chris is pretty much his muse right now, and on a business side of things, he needs Chris to make good designs. That’s what he keeps telling himself, even if deep down he knows it isn’t true.
He grabs his jacket and heads out to the shops.
…
“You’re an asshole,” Chris states when he arrives at Zach’s apartment at midnight looking weary.
“I know,” Zach says immediately, moving back and letting Chris walk inside. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re an inconsiderate, arrogant, dismissive, egotistical bastard who deserves a punch in the face.”
Zach shrugs. “That’s fair, I guess.”
“I like you, and I know that deep down, under all your layers and emotional walls, you like me just as much as I like you. You need to just stop being such a jerk over it.”
Zach runs a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what I’m doing here, with us. I’m not used to it.”
“Well, rule one; no sleeping with anyone else. Rule two; don’t be an asshole.”
“I’ll note them down,” Zach jokes with a small laugh before grabbing Chris’ hand and giving it a squeeze.
Chris lets out a tired sigh. “But you understand why I got upset, right?”
Zach nods. “Yeah. And for the record, I’m not sleeping with anyone else, which is kind of weird for me.”
“You want a medal?” Chris asks, raising an eyebrow before smirking. “So go on, tell me.”
Zach frowns. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me I’m your boyfriend.”
“Why are you so insistent on labels?”
“Why are you so against them? I honestly think it’s about you needing to say it as much as it is me needing to hear it. The world isn’t going to suddenly explode if you say those words. I honestly think you’re over thinking all of this.”
Zach slides his arms around Chris’ body, tucking his head into the crook of Chris’ neck, not wanting him to see the look of fear on his face. “You’re my boyfriend.”
He feels Chris relax into his embrace. “I know. I just needed to hear it,” Chris says back, giving him a squeeze.
“I got you a present,” Zach says matter-of-factly, pulling back.
“Is it a ‘I’m sorry I’m such a jerk all the time and I promise to do better in future because you’re really awesome in bed and without you I’d have to sleep with models who don’t know what two plus two is’ present?”
“Pretty much,” Zach says, tugging him over to the couch and pushing him down. Chris goes willingly, still looking tired and exhausted around the eyes so Zach is quick in grabbing the small cream coloured bag and handing it to him.
“I don’t buy personal presents a lot, but I hope you like it.”
Chris peers inside with interest before pulling out a medium sized black box with ‘Cartier’ scrawled in elegant gold font. Chris stares at him for a beat before opening the box and peering at the watch inside with wide eyes.
“Are you serious?” Chris says, sounding a little shocked as he stares up at Zach.
“You like it?” Zach asks warily, not sure how to read Chris’ tone. It’s somewhere between happy, shocked and incredulous.
“How much did this cost you?” Chris asks, letting his fingers run across the clock face softly.
Zach shrugs. “Does it matter?”
“Well, considering you were only a bit of a jerk, when you do something worse, you’ll have to buy me a Ferrari.”
Zach just smiles at him like he has no problem with that which causes a matching smile to spread over Chris’ face.
“Come on, bed,” Zach orders, watching Chris put the watch around his wrist and secure it in awe.
“You realise this makes you my sugar daddy, right?” Chris teases playfully as he stands up, staring down at the watch as he walks toward the bedroom.
“Shush you.”
…
Zach wakes up, letting out a confused moan as he blinks his eyes open and stares down to where Chris has his mouth wrapped eagerly around his cock, bobbing his head quickly and expertly, wet sucking noises coming from the movement. Zach feels his body tense at the sight.
“What time is it?” Zach asks, though he immediately regrets asking when Chris draws his mouth off his cock.
“About 8,” Chris says before leaning back down and sealing his mouth over his erection and licking the head. Zach just cards his hands through Chris’ hair before holding onto his head and encouraging the movements.
Zach let outs a small grunt before holding Chris’ head in place and bucking his hips up frantically. He comes with a yell, his eyes shut and his mouth open as he shoots into Chris’ mouth.
“That was for the watch,” Chris says as he crawls up Zach’s body and kisses him. Zach almost screws up his face at the taste.
“Considering how much it was, I’m going to need a blowjob every day for the next five years.”
Chris smirks down at him, his blue eyes all bright and warm. “Looked it up whilst you were sleeping actually. How do you have that much in disposable income? I mean, seriously?”
“I own a high fashion clothing brand, it’s not an issue,” Zach dismisses, leaning up to press his lips to Chris’. “Anyway, gotta go and walk Noah, there’s this cute guy who always walks his poodles at this time.”
Chris’ face hardens. “Really, Zach? You lasted like 8 hours without saying something stupid and 7 of those hours were sleep.”
Zach sighs. “You need some new cufflinks? A hat?”
Chris just smiles at him like he’s an adorable little kitten who still doesn’t quite understand the world. “Firstly, I was just kidding around, and secondly, you don’t have to buy me something every time you mess up. You’d be broke by next week at his rate.”
Zach runs a hand along Chris’ back, feeling the warm skin under his hand shift as Chris bends down to kiss him.
Later, when Zach is in his workout clothes and about to head out, Chris sits up in bed and says, “Oh, actually, there’s this leather jacket I really want-”
Zach waves him off. “I’m not your sugar daddy.”
“We’ll see,” Chris says before collapsing back onto the bed.
…
“My little brother has an actual boyfriend,” Joe says with glee as they sit outside a café, Noah at their feet licking his paws.
“Shut up,” Zach says, leaning forward and lifting his smoothie to his lips.
“Look, in all seriousness, this is a really good thing for you. You’re not really Mr Commitment and this means you’re growing and maturing or something. I’m proud of you. When you going to tell Mom?”
“Woah, it’s not telling Mom serious,” Zach says immediately.
“You’re escapades with Chris have already been published in several gossip magazines, don’t you want her to hear it from you first?”
“Nope, and anyway, she won’t believe anything written in those things ever since one suggested a girl I was seen with was my lover.”
“Yeah, that was a dark day,” Joe says with a sad nod before smirking. “So, I’m thinking we could double date?”
“I don’t think so,” Zach says. Joe shoulder’s slump and a look of disappointment crosses his face.
“Come on, you know Chris would love it. He seems the relationship type.”
“He loves relationships and commitment the same amount I hate them,” Zach says dryly.
“Good luck, Chris,” Joe mumbles into his coffee cup as he lifts it to his lips. “Come on, one double date and plus, I really wanna try this new restaurant out but the waiting list is like three months long, so I need to go with you to get a table.”
Zach shakes his head. “No double dating. It’s weird.”
Joe sits back in his chair. “Why are so opposed to being a normal couple? You like Chris a lot, right?”
“I do like him, I really like him, and I wouldn’t be in an actual relationship with anybody I was only so-so about, but I’m always on edge. I have no idea what I’m doing and I hate that. I keep messing up and saying the wrong thing, or not saying anything at all, and it annoys me because it constantly makes me feel emotionally exhausted. I can’t focus at work some times because I’m wondering if Chris is upset with me.”
“Zach, that’s normal, and sure it’ll take you some time to find your feet, but it’ll be worth it.”
“I guess,” Zach admits with a sigh.
“Just be careful with Chris. Don’t fuck him over because of something stupid. I know you, and I know your propensity for sometimes talking without thinking.”
Zach leans back in his chair. “Can’t promise anything.”
…
Zach swears his heart is going so fast he may pass out as he runs around, trying to ensure all his garments are hanging off the models exactly how he wants them. He runs his hand through his hair as he bends down to check the bottom of one of his more lavish dresses.
Chris wanders into the office and takes a rapid step back as people rush past and around him.
“What’s going on?” Chris asks as he comes to stand by Zach, who barely looks in his direction as he checks another model.
“Editor in chief of Vogue and some buyers are coming to see my collection. They wouldn’t wait another few hours so it could be perfect. Shit, Cassie, where the flying fuck is Julian?” Zach barks over the mayhem surrounding the office.
Cassie runs over to him, her face red with exhaustion. “He’s fixing a button on one of the tops, and they’re here by the way, in your office waiting.”
“Fuck, gotta go,” Zach says, turning on his heel and forgetting Chris as he walks into his office, calming himself down as he smiles pleasantly.
Zach tries to remain calm and composed as his pieces come out one by one on the models, explaining his inspiration behind every single garment with passion, until the last one walks out of his office. Zach shifts self consciously, feeling like he’s just stripped himself bare in front of some people he doesn’t know that well. He looks at them all expectantly, five of them in all, two of them buyers, one of them a fashion assistant, one of them the creative director of Vogue, and the other the editor-in-chief. He waits with bated breath, wondering if he’s done well or whether he’s about to be ripped apart.
Anna, the editor-in-chief, stands up, her oversized sunglasses covering her eyes, and approaches him, a hint of a smile on her normally stony features. “Beautiful and exquisite.”
Zach swears his heart bursts out of his chest at the praise considering what a struggle it is to get a real compliment from her. “Thank you,” Zach says emotionally, his body relaxing slightly.
Simon, one of the buyers, smiles at him. “It was fantastic. Your use of blue was extensive, but it didn’t seem too much. You should be proud.”
Zach nods dumbly as they all stream out of his office, leaving him alone to smile stupidly, his heart thumping wildly with exhilaration. Even though his other collections have been greeted with praise both from clients and critics, he’s never had that reaction from someone so important and influential, and it feels like he’s been rewarded for all his hard work.
“How did it go?” Chris asks hesitantly, walking into the office a little shyly, like he’s not sure if he’s welcome.
“Better than I could have ever wished for,” Zach says, falling into his desk chair with an exhausted sigh. Chris walks around the desk and stands next to the chair, letting his hand fall onto Zach’s head and run through the black hair slowly.
Zach lets his eyes shut, letting Chris’ calming presence have a relaxing effect on him.
“She loved it, all of it.” Zach opens his eyes and gazes up at Chris. “You’re amazing.”
Chris blinks rapidly, like he wasn’t expecting the compliment but is truly touched by it. His face quickly transforms into a smirk. “Oh, I know,”
“Without you, some of those pieces wouldn’t have been half as good.”
“No offence, but I don’t think I’d look good in a dress,” Chris jokes, his fingers still carding through Zach’s hair.
“You know what I meant.”
“I do know,” Chris says quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
…
Two weeks before the September fashion week and Zach feels like he’s running on nothing. He can’t remember the last time he slept more than 6 hours and he’s spent some nights in his office, slobbering over his desk when he eventfully falls asleep in the early hours of the morning. He couldn’t be more grateful for Chris who has been taking care of Noah and constantly supportive without Zach even asking. It makes everything ten times easier.
It’s the third night in a row that he’s spent bent over his desk, looking at several of the pictures his head stylists have sent him about the accessories and shoes they’re putting on the runway with his dresses.
“You look like hell,” Chris says from the door way, the dark, empty office behind him.
“Thanks,” Zach mutters, grabbing a pen and circling some shoes he doesn’t want used.
“I was just hoping to see how you’re doing,” Chris says with a smile as he walks into the large office. “You should come back to the apartment and get some rest.”
“M’fine,” Zach mumbles, flicking over a photo with distaste as he scribbles his problems with it. “You been booked for any shows?”
“Two, actually,” Chris says casually, although Zach can here the obvious glee from his tone “Even though New York fashion week has hardly any menswear shows. I’m looking forward to Milan next year. Maybe you can take me and I’ll be your trophy model boyfriend,” Chris jokes. “Shame you’re not showing any menswear.”
“I try and show my stuff in Milan and Paris. New York fashion week being in September is a little late for men’s fashion in my opinion.”
“Fair enough,” Chris says calmly, walking over to the desk and rounding it so he he’s standing right behind Zach. He lays a strong hand on Zach’s shoulder and leans down to press a kiss to his neck. Chris’ mouth hovers by his ear. “Come home, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Can’t.” Zach lets his eyes flutter shut and he inhales sharply as Chris’ hand slides down his chest and settles on his crotch, squeezing gently. Then suddenly Chris’ fingers are eagerly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so he can reach inside and wrap around Zach’s length, giving it a long stroke.
“Ah,” Zach gasps out, his head thrown back as Chris strokes and tugs at him a few times, his dick hardening rapidly in the familiar grip.
Chris’ hand pulls away and Zach finds his chair being turned to face Chris, who is smiling down at him adoringly, his eyes flicking to Zach’s erection sticking out of his pants. Chris grabs at his own shirt and pulls it over his head and Zach’s hands immediately reach out to run a soft hand over Chris’ firm stomach, his fingers stroking the fine trail of hair down into his pants.
Chris’ hands go to his own pants and let them drop to the floor, his boxer shorts quickly following before he kicks his legs to get the clothing away. Zach watches him dumbly as Chris jerk himself a few times before turning and grabbing something from his pants, which are lying a few feet away. Zach smiles when Chris turns around with a condom and a small bottle of lube in his hand.
“This is why I’m with you,” Zach says as Chris flicks the condom over to him. Zach grabs it but keeps it tight in the palm of his hand as he watches Chris spread lube over his own fingers and reach around to prepare himself. Zach feels a bead of pre-come gather at the head of his cock as his eyes flick to Chris’ face, watching the reactions flicker across it as Chris shoves his own fingers into himself.
“Turn around,” Zach orders, “I wanna watch.” Chris smirks at him before turning away and bending forward slightly. Zach bites his lip, his eyes fixing onto where Chris’ long, shiny fingers are slipping in and out of his tight hole slowly.
Zach sits there, his heart picking up pace as he lazily strokes himself, his balls tightening when Chris lets out a small gasp as he presses his fingers against his prostate. It sets an impatient fire in Zach’s stomach and he lets out a small groan before releasing his cock and grabbing at the condom, unwrapping it impatiently and rolling it on himself, his eyes stuck between focusing on what he’s doing and where Chris’s thighs are trembling slightly as he carries on fingering himself slowly.
“Fuck, come on,” Zach says frantically, lifting himself off the chair slightly so he can push his pants and boxers down to his knees. He sits back on the chair as Chris straightens and turns around. Zach smirks and pats his lap invitingly, spreading his legs.
Chris grins slowly, his hand giving his own cock a long stroke. “You want me facing you or not?”
“Not, for now,” Zach says as Chris walks over to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips as he strokes lube onto Zach’s cock quickly before turning away and reaching back to use the arms of the chair to lower himself into Zach’s lap.
“I’ve got you,” Zach says, voice rough and thick, as he puts one hand on Chris’ hip and the other on his own cock as he holds it steady so Chris can sink down on to it.
Chris lets out a whimper as he slides down and Zach has to look skyward and rein in his self control to stop him from thrusting upward, hard. Zach’s stomach clenches as Chris finally seats himself fully, Zach’s arms wrapping around his body as Chris rests his back against Zach’s chest.
“You alright?” Zach asks, his voice breathless as he feels the warm clench of Chris’ ass around his cock.
“Really deep, give me a sec,” Chris says, shifting slightly and causing Zach to bite his lip as he tries desperately not to listen to the part of him that’s screaming for him to pound up into him. “My fat thighs are good for something.” Zach laughs and takes a hand, running it along Chris’s right thigh gently and affectionately.
Then Chris takes a long breath and braces his arms on the side of the chair before lifting himself up and then down. Zach balls his fists in quiet anguish at the lack of friction he’s getting from the slow, torturous movement. Zach moves his hands around Chris’ body and rubs up and down his chest, then onto his stomach, his thighs and back up again. Chris lets out a small sigh and leans forward slightly, putting his hands on his knees and giving Zach a clear view of where their bodies are joined.
Then Chris is moving more rapidly, his thighs tensing as they hold his weight as he starts pulling himself up and pushing himself back down. Zach clings hold of his hips and pushes up as Chris moves down, the view Zach’s getting causing him to feel far too close to the edge as his eyes watch his cock disappear into the round firmness of Chris’s ass as Chris sinks down again and again, over and over, onto his cock.
Zach feels his control slipping away faster than he likes as Chris starts moaning and groaning in a way that on anyone else would sound forced and annoying, but on Chris, it sends Zach spiralling into a frenzy.
Zach suddenly shoves Chris up, causing Chris to let out a confused moan as he stands up straight.
Chris turns to face him. “What’s wrong?” Chris asks, his brow slightly sweaty from exertion.
Zach stands up quickly, shoving his chair away from him before turning and pushing Chris against his desk and bending him over it, kicking his legs wide and shoving himself back into him in one deep thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” Chris yells as Zach starts thrusting into him as hard and as fast as he can, a hand on Chris’ shoulder anchoring him.
He vaguely notices that Chris is trying to get photos out from under where his body is pressed against the desk, and Zach pulls him up with an arm around his chest, his snaps snapping forward rapidly.
“Don’t come on the photos,” Zach mutters hoarsely into Chris’ ear, his thrusts not faltering for a second.
“Uh, oh fuck, what did you think, oh god, I was doing? Rearranging your, uh, uh, desk?” Chris stutters out, his hands pushing all the photos to the back of the desk before placing one hand down on it, the other flying to his dick as he pushes his ass back onto Zach’s cock eagerly.
Then all the room is filled with are Chris’ moans and yells, and the odd “fuck, Zach,” as Zach’s grunts back, his movements quickly becoming less fluid and paced, and more jerky and uncoordinated.
Zach pushes himself as deeply as he can possibly go into Chris before grunting out his climax, his hips stuttering forward as his world goes white and his body shakes. He’s barely out of his orgasm when Chris’ ass clenches hard on his cock as he comes over Zach’s desk with a long, and very loud, groan.
Zach swallows several times, giving his shirt a gross look as he uses his fingers to pull it away from his sweaty chest. Chris pulls away with a small “uh” and turns around immediately, throwing his arms around Zach’s neck, and shoving his tongue into his mouth in a deep, wet kiss.
When he pulls back Zach feels a warm, content feeling coil in his stomach as he stares at Chris’ blue eyes, his pink lips, his dark blond hair and the way he’s smiling back at him with such devotion.
“I may have come on some of your photos,” Chris suddenly says. Zach just laughs, uncaring, and pushes his mouth back against Chris’ like it’s the only thing he can remember how to do.
…
Both of Chris’ runway shows are a few days before Zach’s show and Zach’s extremely grateful because it gives him the opportunity to watch Chris in his second show for a designer he adores. He stands at the very back in the shadows, watching as Chris walks down the runway with such confidence and calm power that Zach almost wants to start telling everyone around him that that’s his boyfriend proudly. He drags Chris into a cupboard shortly after the show’s over and sucks him off until he whimpers and moans his name loud enough that everyone outside knows exactly what’s going on.
That evening they attend one of the many after parties held for the shows that day and Chris is more than celebrating for not having any more shows left.
Zach smiles when Chris stumbles up to him, completely drunk, with a big slice of greasy pizza in his hand and a lazy smile on his face.
“That’ll make you fat. Your thighs are big enough,” Zach jokes, throwing back a shot quickly.
“My thighs are fine, thank you,” Chris snaps back, pushing his body against Zach’s and licking his cheek in one long, wet stripe. Zach pulls a face. “And this is my third slice, so bite my ass.”
“I’ll see you on the treadmill tomorrow,” Zach says as he catches a friend’s eye and smiles before shifting his eyes back to Chris who is using him as a leaning post.
“I’m eating on behalf of everyone here considering I’m the only one who seems to be hungry. But whatever, I’d look cute a little chubby.”
Zach steadies him with one hand as Chris falls toward him. “You’d be cuter sober.”
“You saying you wouldn’t love me if I had a big ass? It’d be more for you to hold on to.”
Zach swallows at the word ‘love’ and avoids Chris’ drunk, glazed over eyes. “Just don’t let yourself go too much.”
Chris gives a disapproving huff at the comment and then suddenly turns and approaches a man walking past them. Zach feels like dying of embarrassment as Chris drapes himself over Marc Jacobs.
“Hi, I’m Chris. Would you like me if I were a little chubby?” Chris asks, eyes wide and innocent as he stares up at the designer.
“Err, sure,” he replies with a smile, looking over at Zach as if to say ‘he yours?’ Zach rolls his eyes and nods.
“Chris, Marc. Marc, Chris,” Zach says, holding Chris steady as he grins goofily up at Marc.
“I’m going to go get more pizza, just to spite you,” Chris suddenly says to Zach, using his two fingers to point towards his own eyes and then turning them to point at Zach, before stumbling away.
“He’s not normally that drunk,” Zach says awkwardly.
Marc just laughs, looking calm and relaxed. “He’s not the first model to drunkenly come up to me tonight. He’s cute though.”
“Thanks,” Zach says, like Chris’ hotness has something to do with him.
“I’m looking forward to seeing your collection on Friday,” Marc says.
“Hope it lives up to the hype,” Zach says with a grin before Chris walks back up to them, a pizza slice in each hand as he sways slightly on the spot.
“Marc, would you like some pizza?” Chris asks formally.
“No, thanks. I’ll catch you later, Zach.” He turns and walks away, casting an amused look back at Chris as he bites on one of the slices.
“Chris, baby, put down the pizza.”
Chris swallows his mouthful and grins brightly. “You called me ‘baby,’” Chris says dreamily.
Zach ignores him and averts his eyes. “Put the pizza down.”
“Fine, but I want you to know, that when you get bored of me because I’m all chubby, I’m going to be Marc Jacobs’ boy toy. He looked like he’d definitely do me.”
Zach rolls his eyes and grabs a drink from one of the waiters. “Stop embarrassing me, Chris.”
“Loads of people are drunk. Maybe I’ll go strip naked and get in the swimming pool. Apparently they encourage the male models to do that, which is weird, but probably fun.”
Zach’s jaw tightens. “You’re not doing that, understand me? Let’s go home.”
“It’s 1am, party hasn’t even started,” Chris says, making an exaggerated shimmy dance move that makes Zach smile.
“Party is over for you, cutie.”
Chris presses a wet, slobbering kiss to Zach’s nose and gives him a droopy smile, his eyes glassy and his face tinged a little red.
“Fuck, you’re an adorable drunk,” Zach says with a light laugh, knowing full well Chris won’t remember anything he says right now.
“I’m always adorable,” Chris says, wrapping an arm around Zach’s waist as they start to move through all the people at the party.
“Sometimes,” Zach concedes, smiling down at him, Chris looking up at him like a love struck puppy from where his head is lying on his shoulder.
“Love you,” Chris mumbles, pressing a kiss to his neck. Zach feels a pang of something unusual deep in his stomach at those words, and swallows uneasily, his chest clenching. “Do you love me?”
Zach pushes the elevator button and it opens with a quiet ‘ping’. He pulls Chris in and let’s the doors shut behind them, plunging them into silence.
“Zach? Do you? Won’t tell anyone.”
“I… care about you a lot,” Zach admits, his eyes straight ahead as Chris’ sweaty hand slips into his and squeezes. He wonders if he would have admitted that if Chris were sober.
“That’s alright. I know you do.”
Zach remains silent, feeling his body tense up as Chris continues clinging to him.
When they get home Chris walks into the apartment and promptly falls over Noah and Zach laughs loudly as he heads to the bedroom, leaving Chris sprawled on the floor in the middle of the apartment behind him.
Ten minutes later and Zach walks back out to find Chris lying spread eagle on his back across the floor sleeping, drool sliding down his chin, with Noah licking his cheek over and over again. Zach bites his lip to stop the broad grin that’s threatening to overtake his face at the sight.
Zach goes back into the bedroom and crawls under the covers. An hour later and he feels Chris drape his entire body over his, Chris’ face burrowing down into his neck. Zach sighs and wraps his arms around him.
…
Zach arranges the bottom of the one of the dresses on a model as people move around him in the backstage area of his runway show.
Zach stands up, stepping back and surveying the model before giving her a quick smile and moving away to check on some of the others.
Zach sees one of the seating organizers and gets her attention. “Hey, have you seated Chris Pine yet?”
The organizer flicks over to a detailed seating chart and runs her finger down the page. “No, I’m afraid not.”
Zach nods, feeling worried and nervous as he checks his phone for the twentieth time to see if Chris has rung him. It’s not long till the show starts and he’s been trying to reach Chris for the past hour after not hearing from him the entire afternoon, which is unusual behaviour since Chris normally texts him with some complaint about stupid hipsters or describing how amazing a fattening bagel tastes.
The urge to actually whine about the fact his boyfriend promised him he’d come is on the tip of his tongue but he takes a long calming breath and tries to focus on the situation at hand, hoping that Chris is just a little late.
He moves around the backstage area quickly, trying to do five things at once as stylists run around checking that all the models have the right accessories.
Zach bites his lip with anticipation as several of his assistants start to line all the girls up in order.
Zach quickly gets out his phone, his heart racing as he rings Chris for the nth time. It goes straight to voicemail and a mixture of annoyance and concern stabs at his chest. He rings Joe who is one of the many photographers for the show and is already in position at the end of the runway.
“Zach, hey,” Joe says from the other end. “Ten minutes to go, you must be nervous.”
“Yeah. Can you see the right side front row?” Zach asks quickly, putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he adjusts the neckline on one of the models.
“Clearly, why?”
“Is Chris there?”
There’s a beat of silence which Zach assumes is him looking. “Err, no. He’s not on the left either. Where is he?”
“Fuck, he said he’d be here,” Zach says, his voice shaky and upset all of a sudden, and he’s surprised at how affected he is by it and how let down he feels.
“Zach, man, don’t worry. He’s probably a bit late and will sit in one of the back rows. Don’t worry; focus on what you’re doing.”
Zach nods, feeling the soothing tone of his brother calm him. “Thanks, I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
“Good luck.”
The phone cuts out and Zach shoves it into his pocket. He takes in a long, shuddering breath.
…
“Standing fucking ovation,” one of his stylists says as he walks off from the runway to all the assistants clapping in the backstage area.
Zach feels almost numb with the relief and elation he’s feeling, his body exhausted but still somehow buzzing with the excitement over the way people had responded. He feels an overwhelming urge to just sit down somewhere alone and breathe in and out.
Then one of the show’s organizers approaches him, not with a happy, congratulatory smile, but with a small look of worry and concern on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Zach asks immediately, vaguely feeling a little dizzy and thirsty.
“I’ve been told to pass along the message that Chris Pine is currently at Mount Sinai Medical Center after being in a traffic accident. They couldn’t tell me details but apparently he’s stable and OK.”
Zach’s smile goes from happy to disbelieving in a heartbeat and he shakes his head dumbly as he tries to understand what the woman has said to him. He feels light headed and his breath becomes uneven as he blinks quickly, his mind connecting the words into meaning and then latching onto the word ‘OK.’
“Mr Quinto?” the woman says in a concerned, worried voice, although it sounds distant to Zach. “I think he’s having some sort of panic attack.”
He wonders who’s having a panic attack before his chest constricts and everything goes black.
He opens his eyes and blinks several times, trying to focus. “Sip this.” He suddenly feels a stream of water run down his throat and all down his chin. He splutters a few times and sits up.
“Woah, woah, hold on now. The medics will be here in a minute, you’re not going anywhere.” Zach vaguely recognises the voice of his brother.
“Chris,” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as he sits there in the middle of the backstage area, his eyes slowly making out the people around him, all watching him with nervous, worried expressions on their faces.
“Zach, it’s alright,” Joe says softly, putting an arm around his shoulders.
“I’m fine,” Zach snaps, pushing himself up and immediately feeling nauseous. “Or not.”
Then the paramedics arrive and tell him he’s suffering from exhaustion, low blood sugar and slight malnutrition. He almost snaps at them that he could have told them that, his patience slipping fast.
Joe reassures him constantly and even rings the hospital Chris is at and tells Zach that Chris is fine other than a broken arm. Zach only feels marginally comforted at hearing that.
“Can I go?” Zach bites out as he sits there, Joe rubbing his back comfortingly. “I need to get to Mount Sinai.”
The paramedics exchange glances. “If you come in with us for more tests, we’ll take you.”
“Done,” Zach says, all the happiness he’d felt straight after his show gone from his system.
Part 5
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Word count: 6114 (this part)
Warning: Language, sexual situations, explicit/graphic sex, angst.
Summary: Zach is a fashion designer and Chris is a male model that he takes an interest in.
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Part 4
“Chris, pick up your phone, pick up the phone. Chris, seriously, pick up your fucking phone,” Zach says, raising his voice as he continues rambling to Chris’ voicemail. “Pick up your phone or I’ll blacklist you from every magazine and every fashion outlet in the city.” Zach hangs up before shaking his head at himself and ringing Chris’ number again.
He makes his tone soft and sweet as the voicemail cuts in. “Pick up the phone. Come on, you know you want to. I know you’re there. Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I’m under a lot of pressure and I didn’t mean to be such a jerk.”
Suddenly a computerised voice cuts through and tells him the voicemail inbox is full and Zach swears, throwing his phone onto his desk.
“Zach, meeting in five?” Becky says as she pops her head around the door.
Zach gives her a weary look. “Can we reschedule it to 4?”
“You’re the boss,” she says, a small irritated frown going over her features as she disappears to inform everyone what Zach has said.
He picks up the phone and quickly calls Chris’ agency and five minutes later, he has a very annoyed agent telling him that she can’t under any circumstances tell him Chris’ address. She also seems to judge him for the fact he doesn’t already know it.
“Fine, well you know who I am, tell him to come to my casting offices for a pretend go-see or something,” he bites out, feeling his temper rise.
“I can’t do that,” she says politely. Zach slams his phone down with an annoyed huff. He can’t remember the last time he chased a guy and it makes feel extremely pathetic and more vulnerable than he has in a long time. He tries to persuade himself it’s because Chris is pretty much his muse right now, and on a business side of things, he needs Chris to make good designs. That’s what he keeps telling himself, even if deep down he knows it isn’t true.
He grabs his jacket and heads out to the shops.
…
“You’re an asshole,” Chris states when he arrives at Zach’s apartment at midnight looking weary.
“I know,” Zach says immediately, moving back and letting Chris walk inside. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re an inconsiderate, arrogant, dismissive, egotistical bastard who deserves a punch in the face.”
Zach shrugs. “That’s fair, I guess.”
“I like you, and I know that deep down, under all your layers and emotional walls, you like me just as much as I like you. You need to just stop being such a jerk over it.”
Zach runs a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what I’m doing here, with us. I’m not used to it.”
“Well, rule one; no sleeping with anyone else. Rule two; don’t be an asshole.”
“I’ll note them down,” Zach jokes with a small laugh before grabbing Chris’ hand and giving it a squeeze.
Chris lets out a tired sigh. “But you understand why I got upset, right?”
Zach nods. “Yeah. And for the record, I’m not sleeping with anyone else, which is kind of weird for me.”
“You want a medal?” Chris asks, raising an eyebrow before smirking. “So go on, tell me.”
Zach frowns. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me I’m your boyfriend.”
“Why are you so insistent on labels?”
“Why are you so against them? I honestly think it’s about you needing to say it as much as it is me needing to hear it. The world isn’t going to suddenly explode if you say those words. I honestly think you’re over thinking all of this.”
Zach slides his arms around Chris’ body, tucking his head into the crook of Chris’ neck, not wanting him to see the look of fear on his face. “You’re my boyfriend.”
He feels Chris relax into his embrace. “I know. I just needed to hear it,” Chris says back, giving him a squeeze.
“I got you a present,” Zach says matter-of-factly, pulling back.
“Is it a ‘I’m sorry I’m such a jerk all the time and I promise to do better in future because you’re really awesome in bed and without you I’d have to sleep with models who don’t know what two plus two is’ present?”
“Pretty much,” Zach says, tugging him over to the couch and pushing him down. Chris goes willingly, still looking tired and exhausted around the eyes so Zach is quick in grabbing the small cream coloured bag and handing it to him.
“I don’t buy personal presents a lot, but I hope you like it.”
Chris peers inside with interest before pulling out a medium sized black box with ‘Cartier’ scrawled in elegant gold font. Chris stares at him for a beat before opening the box and peering at the watch inside with wide eyes.
“Are you serious?” Chris says, sounding a little shocked as he stares up at Zach.
“You like it?” Zach asks warily, not sure how to read Chris’ tone. It’s somewhere between happy, shocked and incredulous.
“How much did this cost you?” Chris asks, letting his fingers run across the clock face softly.
Zach shrugs. “Does it matter?”
“Well, considering you were only a bit of a jerk, when you do something worse, you’ll have to buy me a Ferrari.”
Zach just smiles at him like he has no problem with that which causes a matching smile to spread over Chris’ face.
“Come on, bed,” Zach orders, watching Chris put the watch around his wrist and secure it in awe.
“You realise this makes you my sugar daddy, right?” Chris teases playfully as he stands up, staring down at the watch as he walks toward the bedroom.
“Shush you.”
…
Zach wakes up, letting out a confused moan as he blinks his eyes open and stares down to where Chris has his mouth wrapped eagerly around his cock, bobbing his head quickly and expertly, wet sucking noises coming from the movement. Zach feels his body tense at the sight.
“What time is it?” Zach asks, though he immediately regrets asking when Chris draws his mouth off his cock.
“About 8,” Chris says before leaning back down and sealing his mouth over his erection and licking the head. Zach just cards his hands through Chris’ hair before holding onto his head and encouraging the movements.
Zach let outs a small grunt before holding Chris’ head in place and bucking his hips up frantically. He comes with a yell, his eyes shut and his mouth open as he shoots into Chris’ mouth.
“That was for the watch,” Chris says as he crawls up Zach’s body and kisses him. Zach almost screws up his face at the taste.
“Considering how much it was, I’m going to need a blowjob every day for the next five years.”
Chris smirks down at him, his blue eyes all bright and warm. “Looked it up whilst you were sleeping actually. How do you have that much in disposable income? I mean, seriously?”
“I own a high fashion clothing brand, it’s not an issue,” Zach dismisses, leaning up to press his lips to Chris’. “Anyway, gotta go and walk Noah, there’s this cute guy who always walks his poodles at this time.”
Chris’ face hardens. “Really, Zach? You lasted like 8 hours without saying something stupid and 7 of those hours were sleep.”
Zach sighs. “You need some new cufflinks? A hat?”
Chris just smiles at him like he’s an adorable little kitten who still doesn’t quite understand the world. “Firstly, I was just kidding around, and secondly, you don’t have to buy me something every time you mess up. You’d be broke by next week at his rate.”
Zach runs a hand along Chris’ back, feeling the warm skin under his hand shift as Chris bends down to kiss him.
Later, when Zach is in his workout clothes and about to head out, Chris sits up in bed and says, “Oh, actually, there’s this leather jacket I really want-”
Zach waves him off. “I’m not your sugar daddy.”
“We’ll see,” Chris says before collapsing back onto the bed.
…
“My little brother has an actual boyfriend,” Joe says with glee as they sit outside a café, Noah at their feet licking his paws.
“Shut up,” Zach says, leaning forward and lifting his smoothie to his lips.
“Look, in all seriousness, this is a really good thing for you. You’re not really Mr Commitment and this means you’re growing and maturing or something. I’m proud of you. When you going to tell Mom?”
“Woah, it’s not telling Mom serious,” Zach says immediately.
“You’re escapades with Chris have already been published in several gossip magazines, don’t you want her to hear it from you first?”
“Nope, and anyway, she won’t believe anything written in those things ever since one suggested a girl I was seen with was my lover.”
“Yeah, that was a dark day,” Joe says with a sad nod before smirking. “So, I’m thinking we could double date?”
“I don’t think so,” Zach says. Joe shoulder’s slump and a look of disappointment crosses his face.
“Come on, you know Chris would love it. He seems the relationship type.”
“He loves relationships and commitment the same amount I hate them,” Zach says dryly.
“Good luck, Chris,” Joe mumbles into his coffee cup as he lifts it to his lips. “Come on, one double date and plus, I really wanna try this new restaurant out but the waiting list is like three months long, so I need to go with you to get a table.”
Zach shakes his head. “No double dating. It’s weird.”
Joe sits back in his chair. “Why are so opposed to being a normal couple? You like Chris a lot, right?”
“I do like him, I really like him, and I wouldn’t be in an actual relationship with anybody I was only so-so about, but I’m always on edge. I have no idea what I’m doing and I hate that. I keep messing up and saying the wrong thing, or not saying anything at all, and it annoys me because it constantly makes me feel emotionally exhausted. I can’t focus at work some times because I’m wondering if Chris is upset with me.”
“Zach, that’s normal, and sure it’ll take you some time to find your feet, but it’ll be worth it.”
“I guess,” Zach admits with a sigh.
“Just be careful with Chris. Don’t fuck him over because of something stupid. I know you, and I know your propensity for sometimes talking without thinking.”
Zach leans back in his chair. “Can’t promise anything.”
…
Zach swears his heart is going so fast he may pass out as he runs around, trying to ensure all his garments are hanging off the models exactly how he wants them. He runs his hand through his hair as he bends down to check the bottom of one of his more lavish dresses.
Chris wanders into the office and takes a rapid step back as people rush past and around him.
“What’s going on?” Chris asks as he comes to stand by Zach, who barely looks in his direction as he checks another model.
“Editor in chief of Vogue and some buyers are coming to see my collection. They wouldn’t wait another few hours so it could be perfect. Shit, Cassie, where the flying fuck is Julian?” Zach barks over the mayhem surrounding the office.
Cassie runs over to him, her face red with exhaustion. “He’s fixing a button on one of the tops, and they’re here by the way, in your office waiting.”
“Fuck, gotta go,” Zach says, turning on his heel and forgetting Chris as he walks into his office, calming himself down as he smiles pleasantly.
Zach tries to remain calm and composed as his pieces come out one by one on the models, explaining his inspiration behind every single garment with passion, until the last one walks out of his office. Zach shifts self consciously, feeling like he’s just stripped himself bare in front of some people he doesn’t know that well. He looks at them all expectantly, five of them in all, two of them buyers, one of them a fashion assistant, one of them the creative director of Vogue, and the other the editor-in-chief. He waits with bated breath, wondering if he’s done well or whether he’s about to be ripped apart.
Anna, the editor-in-chief, stands up, her oversized sunglasses covering her eyes, and approaches him, a hint of a smile on her normally stony features. “Beautiful and exquisite.”
Zach swears his heart bursts out of his chest at the praise considering what a struggle it is to get a real compliment from her. “Thank you,” Zach says emotionally, his body relaxing slightly.
Simon, one of the buyers, smiles at him. “It was fantastic. Your use of blue was extensive, but it didn’t seem too much. You should be proud.”
Zach nods dumbly as they all stream out of his office, leaving him alone to smile stupidly, his heart thumping wildly with exhilaration. Even though his other collections have been greeted with praise both from clients and critics, he’s never had that reaction from someone so important and influential, and it feels like he’s been rewarded for all his hard work.
“How did it go?” Chris asks hesitantly, walking into the office a little shyly, like he’s not sure if he’s welcome.
“Better than I could have ever wished for,” Zach says, falling into his desk chair with an exhausted sigh. Chris walks around the desk and stands next to the chair, letting his hand fall onto Zach’s head and run through the black hair slowly.
Zach lets his eyes shut, letting Chris’ calming presence have a relaxing effect on him.
“She loved it, all of it.” Zach opens his eyes and gazes up at Chris. “You’re amazing.”
Chris blinks rapidly, like he wasn’t expecting the compliment but is truly touched by it. His face quickly transforms into a smirk. “Oh, I know,”
“Without you, some of those pieces wouldn’t have been half as good.”
“No offence, but I don’t think I’d look good in a dress,” Chris jokes, his fingers still carding through Zach’s hair.
“You know what I meant.”
“I do know,” Chris says quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
…
Two weeks before the September fashion week and Zach feels like he’s running on nothing. He can’t remember the last time he slept more than 6 hours and he’s spent some nights in his office, slobbering over his desk when he eventfully falls asleep in the early hours of the morning. He couldn’t be more grateful for Chris who has been taking care of Noah and constantly supportive without Zach even asking. It makes everything ten times easier.
It’s the third night in a row that he’s spent bent over his desk, looking at several of the pictures his head stylists have sent him about the accessories and shoes they’re putting on the runway with his dresses.
“You look like hell,” Chris says from the door way, the dark, empty office behind him.
“Thanks,” Zach mutters, grabbing a pen and circling some shoes he doesn’t want used.
“I was just hoping to see how you’re doing,” Chris says with a smile as he walks into the large office. “You should come back to the apartment and get some rest.”
“M’fine,” Zach mumbles, flicking over a photo with distaste as he scribbles his problems with it. “You been booked for any shows?”
“Two, actually,” Chris says casually, although Zach can here the obvious glee from his tone “Even though New York fashion week has hardly any menswear shows. I’m looking forward to Milan next year. Maybe you can take me and I’ll be your trophy model boyfriend,” Chris jokes. “Shame you’re not showing any menswear.”
“I try and show my stuff in Milan and Paris. New York fashion week being in September is a little late for men’s fashion in my opinion.”
“Fair enough,” Chris says calmly, walking over to the desk and rounding it so he he’s standing right behind Zach. He lays a strong hand on Zach’s shoulder and leans down to press a kiss to his neck. Chris’ mouth hovers by his ear. “Come home, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Can’t.” Zach lets his eyes flutter shut and he inhales sharply as Chris’ hand slides down his chest and settles on his crotch, squeezing gently. Then suddenly Chris’ fingers are eagerly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so he can reach inside and wrap around Zach’s length, giving it a long stroke.
“Ah,” Zach gasps out, his head thrown back as Chris strokes and tugs at him a few times, his dick hardening rapidly in the familiar grip.
Chris’ hand pulls away and Zach finds his chair being turned to face Chris, who is smiling down at him adoringly, his eyes flicking to Zach’s erection sticking out of his pants. Chris grabs at his own shirt and pulls it over his head and Zach’s hands immediately reach out to run a soft hand over Chris’ firm stomach, his fingers stroking the fine trail of hair down into his pants.
Chris’ hands go to his own pants and let them drop to the floor, his boxer shorts quickly following before he kicks his legs to get the clothing away. Zach watches him dumbly as Chris jerk himself a few times before turning and grabbing something from his pants, which are lying a few feet away. Zach smiles when Chris turns around with a condom and a small bottle of lube in his hand.
“This is why I’m with you,” Zach says as Chris flicks the condom over to him. Zach grabs it but keeps it tight in the palm of his hand as he watches Chris spread lube over his own fingers and reach around to prepare himself. Zach feels a bead of pre-come gather at the head of his cock as his eyes flick to Chris’ face, watching the reactions flicker across it as Chris shoves his own fingers into himself.
“Turn around,” Zach orders, “I wanna watch.” Chris smirks at him before turning away and bending forward slightly. Zach bites his lip, his eyes fixing onto where Chris’ long, shiny fingers are slipping in and out of his tight hole slowly.
Zach sits there, his heart picking up pace as he lazily strokes himself, his balls tightening when Chris lets out a small gasp as he presses his fingers against his prostate. It sets an impatient fire in Zach’s stomach and he lets out a small groan before releasing his cock and grabbing at the condom, unwrapping it impatiently and rolling it on himself, his eyes stuck between focusing on what he’s doing and where Chris’s thighs are trembling slightly as he carries on fingering himself slowly.
“Fuck, come on,” Zach says frantically, lifting himself off the chair slightly so he can push his pants and boxers down to his knees. He sits back on the chair as Chris straightens and turns around. Zach smirks and pats his lap invitingly, spreading his legs.
Chris grins slowly, his hand giving his own cock a long stroke. “You want me facing you or not?”
“Not, for now,” Zach says as Chris walks over to him, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips as he strokes lube onto Zach’s cock quickly before turning away and reaching back to use the arms of the chair to lower himself into Zach’s lap.
“I’ve got you,” Zach says, voice rough and thick, as he puts one hand on Chris’ hip and the other on his own cock as he holds it steady so Chris can sink down on to it.
Chris lets out a whimper as he slides down and Zach has to look skyward and rein in his self control to stop him from thrusting upward, hard. Zach’s stomach clenches as Chris finally seats himself fully, Zach’s arms wrapping around his body as Chris rests his back against Zach’s chest.
“You alright?” Zach asks, his voice breathless as he feels the warm clench of Chris’ ass around his cock.
“Really deep, give me a sec,” Chris says, shifting slightly and causing Zach to bite his lip as he tries desperately not to listen to the part of him that’s screaming for him to pound up into him. “My fat thighs are good for something.” Zach laughs and takes a hand, running it along Chris’s right thigh gently and affectionately.
Then Chris takes a long breath and braces his arms on the side of the chair before lifting himself up and then down. Zach balls his fists in quiet anguish at the lack of friction he’s getting from the slow, torturous movement. Zach moves his hands around Chris’ body and rubs up and down his chest, then onto his stomach, his thighs and back up again. Chris lets out a small sigh and leans forward slightly, putting his hands on his knees and giving Zach a clear view of where their bodies are joined.
Then Chris is moving more rapidly, his thighs tensing as they hold his weight as he starts pulling himself up and pushing himself back down. Zach clings hold of his hips and pushes up as Chris moves down, the view Zach’s getting causing him to feel far too close to the edge as his eyes watch his cock disappear into the round firmness of Chris’s ass as Chris sinks down again and again, over and over, onto his cock.
Zach feels his control slipping away faster than he likes as Chris starts moaning and groaning in a way that on anyone else would sound forced and annoying, but on Chris, it sends Zach spiralling into a frenzy.
Zach suddenly shoves Chris up, causing Chris to let out a confused moan as he stands up straight.
Chris turns to face him. “What’s wrong?” Chris asks, his brow slightly sweaty from exertion.
Zach stands up quickly, shoving his chair away from him before turning and pushing Chris against his desk and bending him over it, kicking his legs wide and shoving himself back into him in one deep thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” Chris yells as Zach starts thrusting into him as hard and as fast as he can, a hand on Chris’ shoulder anchoring him.
He vaguely notices that Chris is trying to get photos out from under where his body is pressed against the desk, and Zach pulls him up with an arm around his chest, his snaps snapping forward rapidly.
“Don’t come on the photos,” Zach mutters hoarsely into Chris’ ear, his thrusts not faltering for a second.
“Uh, oh fuck, what did you think, oh god, I was doing? Rearranging your, uh, uh, desk?” Chris stutters out, his hands pushing all the photos to the back of the desk before placing one hand down on it, the other flying to his dick as he pushes his ass back onto Zach’s cock eagerly.
Then all the room is filled with are Chris’ moans and yells, and the odd “fuck, Zach,” as Zach’s grunts back, his movements quickly becoming less fluid and paced, and more jerky and uncoordinated.
Zach pushes himself as deeply as he can possibly go into Chris before grunting out his climax, his hips stuttering forward as his world goes white and his body shakes. He’s barely out of his orgasm when Chris’ ass clenches hard on his cock as he comes over Zach’s desk with a long, and very loud, groan.
Zach swallows several times, giving his shirt a gross look as he uses his fingers to pull it away from his sweaty chest. Chris pulls away with a small “uh” and turns around immediately, throwing his arms around Zach’s neck, and shoving his tongue into his mouth in a deep, wet kiss.
When he pulls back Zach feels a warm, content feeling coil in his stomach as he stares at Chris’ blue eyes, his pink lips, his dark blond hair and the way he’s smiling back at him with such devotion.
“I may have come on some of your photos,” Chris suddenly says. Zach just laughs, uncaring, and pushes his mouth back against Chris’ like it’s the only thing he can remember how to do.
…
Both of Chris’ runway shows are a few days before Zach’s show and Zach’s extremely grateful because it gives him the opportunity to watch Chris in his second show for a designer he adores. He stands at the very back in the shadows, watching as Chris walks down the runway with such confidence and calm power that Zach almost wants to start telling everyone around him that that’s his boyfriend proudly. He drags Chris into a cupboard shortly after the show’s over and sucks him off until he whimpers and moans his name loud enough that everyone outside knows exactly what’s going on.
That evening they attend one of the many after parties held for the shows that day and Chris is more than celebrating for not having any more shows left.
Zach smiles when Chris stumbles up to him, completely drunk, with a big slice of greasy pizza in his hand and a lazy smile on his face.
“That’ll make you fat. Your thighs are big enough,” Zach jokes, throwing back a shot quickly.
“My thighs are fine, thank you,” Chris snaps back, pushing his body against Zach’s and licking his cheek in one long, wet stripe. Zach pulls a face. “And this is my third slice, so bite my ass.”
“I’ll see you on the treadmill tomorrow,” Zach says as he catches a friend’s eye and smiles before shifting his eyes back to Chris who is using him as a leaning post.
“I’m eating on behalf of everyone here considering I’m the only one who seems to be hungry. But whatever, I’d look cute a little chubby.”
Zach steadies him with one hand as Chris falls toward him. “You’d be cuter sober.”
“You saying you wouldn’t love me if I had a big ass? It’d be more for you to hold on to.”
Zach swallows at the word ‘love’ and avoids Chris’ drunk, glazed over eyes. “Just don’t let yourself go too much.”
Chris gives a disapproving huff at the comment and then suddenly turns and approaches a man walking past them. Zach feels like dying of embarrassment as Chris drapes himself over Marc Jacobs.
“Hi, I’m Chris. Would you like me if I were a little chubby?” Chris asks, eyes wide and innocent as he stares up at the designer.
“Err, sure,” he replies with a smile, looking over at Zach as if to say ‘he yours?’ Zach rolls his eyes and nods.
“Chris, Marc. Marc, Chris,” Zach says, holding Chris steady as he grins goofily up at Marc.
“I’m going to go get more pizza, just to spite you,” Chris suddenly says to Zach, using his two fingers to point towards his own eyes and then turning them to point at Zach, before stumbling away.
“He’s not normally that drunk,” Zach says awkwardly.
Marc just laughs, looking calm and relaxed. “He’s not the first model to drunkenly come up to me tonight. He’s cute though.”
“Thanks,” Zach says, like Chris’ hotness has something to do with him.
“I’m looking forward to seeing your collection on Friday,” Marc says.
“Hope it lives up to the hype,” Zach says with a grin before Chris walks back up to them, a pizza slice in each hand as he sways slightly on the spot.
“Marc, would you like some pizza?” Chris asks formally.
“No, thanks. I’ll catch you later, Zach.” He turns and walks away, casting an amused look back at Chris as he bites on one of the slices.
“Chris, baby, put down the pizza.”
Chris swallows his mouthful and grins brightly. “You called me ‘baby,’” Chris says dreamily.
Zach ignores him and averts his eyes. “Put the pizza down.”
“Fine, but I want you to know, that when you get bored of me because I’m all chubby, I’m going to be Marc Jacobs’ boy toy. He looked like he’d definitely do me.”
Zach rolls his eyes and grabs a drink from one of the waiters. “Stop embarrassing me, Chris.”
“Loads of people are drunk. Maybe I’ll go strip naked and get in the swimming pool. Apparently they encourage the male models to do that, which is weird, but probably fun.”
Zach’s jaw tightens. “You’re not doing that, understand me? Let’s go home.”
“It’s 1am, party hasn’t even started,” Chris says, making an exaggerated shimmy dance move that makes Zach smile.
“Party is over for you, cutie.”
Chris presses a wet, slobbering kiss to Zach’s nose and gives him a droopy smile, his eyes glassy and his face tinged a little red.
“Fuck, you’re an adorable drunk,” Zach says with a light laugh, knowing full well Chris won’t remember anything he says right now.
“I’m always adorable,” Chris says, wrapping an arm around Zach’s waist as they start to move through all the people at the party.
“Sometimes,” Zach concedes, smiling down at him, Chris looking up at him like a love struck puppy from where his head is lying on his shoulder.
“Love you,” Chris mumbles, pressing a kiss to his neck. Zach feels a pang of something unusual deep in his stomach at those words, and swallows uneasily, his chest clenching. “Do you love me?”
Zach pushes the elevator button and it opens with a quiet ‘ping’. He pulls Chris in and let’s the doors shut behind them, plunging them into silence.
“Zach? Do you? Won’t tell anyone.”
“I… care about you a lot,” Zach admits, his eyes straight ahead as Chris’ sweaty hand slips into his and squeezes. He wonders if he would have admitted that if Chris were sober.
“That’s alright. I know you do.”
Zach remains silent, feeling his body tense up as Chris continues clinging to him.
When they get home Chris walks into the apartment and promptly falls over Noah and Zach laughs loudly as he heads to the bedroom, leaving Chris sprawled on the floor in the middle of the apartment behind him.
Ten minutes later and Zach walks back out to find Chris lying spread eagle on his back across the floor sleeping, drool sliding down his chin, with Noah licking his cheek over and over again. Zach bites his lip to stop the broad grin that’s threatening to overtake his face at the sight.
Zach goes back into the bedroom and crawls under the covers. An hour later and he feels Chris drape his entire body over his, Chris’ face burrowing down into his neck. Zach sighs and wraps his arms around him.
…
Zach arranges the bottom of the one of the dresses on a model as people move around him in the backstage area of his runway show.
Zach stands up, stepping back and surveying the model before giving her a quick smile and moving away to check on some of the others.
Zach sees one of the seating organizers and gets her attention. “Hey, have you seated Chris Pine yet?”
The organizer flicks over to a detailed seating chart and runs her finger down the page. “No, I’m afraid not.”
Zach nods, feeling worried and nervous as he checks his phone for the twentieth time to see if Chris has rung him. It’s not long till the show starts and he’s been trying to reach Chris for the past hour after not hearing from him the entire afternoon, which is unusual behaviour since Chris normally texts him with some complaint about stupid hipsters or describing how amazing a fattening bagel tastes.
The urge to actually whine about the fact his boyfriend promised him he’d come is on the tip of his tongue but he takes a long calming breath and tries to focus on the situation at hand, hoping that Chris is just a little late.
He moves around the backstage area quickly, trying to do five things at once as stylists run around checking that all the models have the right accessories.
Zach bites his lip with anticipation as several of his assistants start to line all the girls up in order.
Zach quickly gets out his phone, his heart racing as he rings Chris for the nth time. It goes straight to voicemail and a mixture of annoyance and concern stabs at his chest. He rings Joe who is one of the many photographers for the show and is already in position at the end of the runway.
“Zach, hey,” Joe says from the other end. “Ten minutes to go, you must be nervous.”
“Yeah. Can you see the right side front row?” Zach asks quickly, putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he adjusts the neckline on one of the models.
“Clearly, why?”
“Is Chris there?”
There’s a beat of silence which Zach assumes is him looking. “Err, no. He’s not on the left either. Where is he?”
“Fuck, he said he’d be here,” Zach says, his voice shaky and upset all of a sudden, and he’s surprised at how affected he is by it and how let down he feels.
“Zach, man, don’t worry. He’s probably a bit late and will sit in one of the back rows. Don’t worry; focus on what you’re doing.”
Zach nods, feeling the soothing tone of his brother calm him. “Thanks, I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
“Good luck.”
The phone cuts out and Zach shoves it into his pocket. He takes in a long, shuddering breath.
…
“Standing fucking ovation,” one of his stylists says as he walks off from the runway to all the assistants clapping in the backstage area.
Zach feels almost numb with the relief and elation he’s feeling, his body exhausted but still somehow buzzing with the excitement over the way people had responded. He feels an overwhelming urge to just sit down somewhere alone and breathe in and out.
Then one of the show’s organizers approaches him, not with a happy, congratulatory smile, but with a small look of worry and concern on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Zach asks immediately, vaguely feeling a little dizzy and thirsty.
“I’ve been told to pass along the message that Chris Pine is currently at Mount Sinai Medical Center after being in a traffic accident. They couldn’t tell me details but apparently he’s stable and OK.”
Zach’s smile goes from happy to disbelieving in a heartbeat and he shakes his head dumbly as he tries to understand what the woman has said to him. He feels light headed and his breath becomes uneven as he blinks quickly, his mind connecting the words into meaning and then latching onto the word ‘OK.’
“Mr Quinto?” the woman says in a concerned, worried voice, although it sounds distant to Zach. “I think he’s having some sort of panic attack.”
He wonders who’s having a panic attack before his chest constricts and everything goes black.
He opens his eyes and blinks several times, trying to focus. “Sip this.” He suddenly feels a stream of water run down his throat and all down his chin. He splutters a few times and sits up.
“Woah, woah, hold on now. The medics will be here in a minute, you’re not going anywhere.” Zach vaguely recognises the voice of his brother.
“Chris,” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as he sits there in the middle of the backstage area, his eyes slowly making out the people around him, all watching him with nervous, worried expressions on their faces.
“Zach, it’s alright,” Joe says softly, putting an arm around his shoulders.
“I’m fine,” Zach snaps, pushing himself up and immediately feeling nauseous. “Or not.”
Then the paramedics arrive and tell him he’s suffering from exhaustion, low blood sugar and slight malnutrition. He almost snaps at them that he could have told them that, his patience slipping fast.
Joe reassures him constantly and even rings the hospital Chris is at and tells Zach that Chris is fine other than a broken arm. Zach only feels marginally comforted at hearing that.
“Can I go?” Zach bites out as he sits there, Joe rubbing his back comfortingly. “I need to get to Mount Sinai.”
The paramedics exchange glances. “If you come in with us for more tests, we’ll take you.”
“Done,” Zach says, all the happiness he’d felt straight after his show gone from his system.
Part 5