Ficlet: Naked Thursdays
Title: Naked Thursdays
Word Count: 2424
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach waits on Chris hand and foot while naked. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Zach steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. Wiping at the mirror to clear the condensation, he squints at his reflection and runs a hand through his long unruly hair. He really needs a haircut. Zach adds some product and rubs another towel through it. He still thinks it looks awful so he gives up and pulls a headband over his head, pushing it back to keep his hair out of his eyes.
Zach’s almost done shaving when the door opens unexpectedly and Chris whirls in.
“What are you --?”
He doesn’t bother to finish asking because Chris is humming “Bad Romance”, which can only mean that he’s up to something. Cautiously, Zach keeps an eye on him as he puts away his shaving kit and Chris loiters around suspiciously.
Suddenly, Chris yanks the towel off his waist with little hoot. He smacks Zach’s bare ass and runs out of the bathroom. Zach walks into their adjoined bedroom to find Chris bouncing on the bed.
“Did you have pop tarts for breakfast again?” he asks Chris.
“No. Today is Naked Day.” Chris is so excited about it that he might be foaming at the mouth a little. “Specifically, Zach Is Naked and Waits on Chris Hand and Foot Day.”
“Umm. I don’t ever remember signing up for anything like that,” Zach says, pulling open a drawer and looking for underwear.
Leaping off the bed, Chris shoves him away from the dresser and slams the draw shut. “You owe me. Remember? You owe me,” he says insistently.
“By waiting on your naked? How about we drive up the coast this weekend, park under the stars, and I’ll blow you on the roof of the Prius?” Zach suggests, pulling Chris close to him by the hem of his shirt.
“We can do that, too. But today you have to be naked.” Chris places his hands on Zach’s chest and scratches his fingernails against the dark hair there. “It would really make me happy,” he adds softly, and blinks at Zach through lowered lashes.
Zach rolls his eyes and hesitates.
“Please, Zach. Please.”
“Ugh, fine,” he finally agrees, unable to refuse Chris anything when he begs like that. “But, ground rules: you can’t make me go outside naked, I’m wearing an apron while I’m cooking, and my naked ass does not touch any surfaces in the kitchen.”
“How about the floor? What if I’m so overcome with lust while watching your hairy ass make me a sandwich that I throw you down on the floor and ravage you?” Chris asks.
Zach purses his lips. Chris has a good point. “Floor is okay.”
“Awe-some!”
Chris jumps up and down in place, fist pumps, and claps. Zach immediately regrets his decision.
His first order of business is to bathe Chris. It turns out to be fun, intimate, and relaxing, Zach sitting on the floor outside of the tube while Chris is submerged in warm bubbly water. He starts with Chris’ legs, running his hands up and down his skinny limbs and presses his thumbs to the arches of Chris’ feet briefly. Moving onto Chris’ arms, Zach takes his time with his sculpted biceps before sliding his hands down to Chris’ fingers, playing with each digit and kissing the tips.
Zach is squeezing a bath poof across Chris’ chest when he notices that Chris is hard, the tip of his cock peeking out from the surface of the bubbles. Chris dips his hand under and strokes it, the water rippling outward from his erection as though it were the epicenter. He watches Zach as Zach watches him, and Chris’ wet hand reaches out to pull Zach’s below the soapy water.
Within minutes, Zach’s knees are crammed uncomfortably on either side of Chris while he’s straddling him in the tub and frantically jerking both of them off with his left hand.
As he’s drying Chris afterward, he notices that Chris’ eyes are on him the entire time, following his hands as they guide the towel over his skin. When he’s toweling himself dry, he watches Chris staring at him intently, his eyes hungry.
The rest of the morning passes similarly, with Chris very openly oogling him with dark eyes and watching the way the muscles in his back shift as he works. Occasionally, when he’s not laughing merrily at the situation and slapping Zach’s ass, he steps into Zach’s space and smoothes his hands over his skin, his palms warm and dry and his fingers delicate as if he’s admiring Zach.
With his back to the door, Zach doesn’t hear Chris approach him from behind as he’s sorting laundry into the washer, and jumps slightly when he feels his ass cheeks being cupped and squeezed. Chris whispers a litany of dirty things in his ear. Zach gasps as Chris bites down at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, then licking at it softly before he gives Zach’s ass another smart smack and bounds away with playful laughter.
Zach spends the first half of the day trying to figure out if he’s more turned on or annoyed.
“How much longer until the cookie dough is ready?” Chris whines from the couch, ringing the small bell he found in some drawer in the study.
Zach closes his eyes for a moment, praying that the bit of pressure behind his temple is not the beginnings of a headache cause it’s only been fifteen minutes since Chris found that bell and it’s not even noon yet. He looks at the digital clock on the DVD player.
“Maybe another half hour?” He turns his attention back to alphabetizing their DVD collection.
Chris rings the bell obnoxiously again, for no reason other than the fact that he has a bell.
“Make me a sandwich?”
Zach files away another DVD case and walks over to Chris, who’s scratching his crotch.
“What kind of sandwich?” Zach asks.
“A meaty one,” Chris replies, sitting up and grabbing Zach by the hips. Chris pulls him forward and pretends to take a bite of Zach’s flaccid penis. It makes Chris giggle.
Zach runs his fingers through Chris’ hair affectionately. “Do you really want a sandwich?”
Pressing his forehead to Zach’s abdomen, Chris nods.
Lunch turns out to be a more difficult task than Zach had expected. Chris somehow comes up with the idea that he wants to eat lunch off Zach, which Zach spends several minutes strongly refusing. Once he’s finished making the sandwiches, Chris demands that Zach feed him his lunch while he lounges on the couch. They end up taking alternating bites of both sandwiches whiles pieces of tomato and cucumber land on Chris’ face and tumble off onto the couch.
He’s tidying up the kitchen when Chris starts ringing the bell. Zach glances over his shoulder and sees Chris’ arm flapping in the air, waving the stupid bell around.
“Zaaaaach! I think I ate too fast and my stomach hurts!”
Hanging his head, Zach makes his way over the couch and crosses his arms, staring down at Chris’ prone form with one raised eyebrow.
“One, you regressing to a third of your age was not part of the deal. And two, does your stomach really hurt?”
Chris rings the bell again and blinks up at him innocently. “Cuddle with me?”
Zach lunges forward and pries the bell from his hands, Chris’ childish and amused protests filling the living room. Chris is laughing so hard that he lets Zach have the bell and laughs even harder when Zach throws it across the room in disgust. He stretches his hand out to tug at the hairs on Zach’s thighs, smiling sweetly at him.
“Cuddle,” he whispers.
With a sigh, Zach complies and finds himself sprawled out, face down, on top of Chris. Winding his arms around Zach, Chris presses his cheek to Zach’s forehead. After his initial annoyance wanes, Zach begins to enjoy the feel of Chris’ steady breathing and heartbeat. He closes his eyes, growing sleepy from the way Chris’ guitar-calloused fingertips are gently tracing patterns on his back.
They both fall asleep and Zach wakes some time later to the brush of Chris’ lips along his hairline. Zach tilts his face up and rubs his nose against Chris’ smooth cheek, placing a trail of kisses up his jaw. Chris blinks his eyes open and their mouths meet in a slow and lazy kiss.
He feels Chris’ hands all over him, across his back, kneeding his ass and trailing up his backbone. Zach’s fingers find their way under Chris’ shirt and scratch lightly across the grooves of his ribs. There’s a moan that escapes his lips as Chris kisses along his neck, fingers twisting in Zach’s long hair.
“I hate this headband,” Chris mumbles against Zach’s collarbone. He snaps it off Zach’s head and tosses it over the back of the couch.
One of Zach’s knees in between Chris’ legs and he presses his thigh into the hardening bulge there. Chris gasps and his fingers tighten in Zach’s hair as he thrusts his hips upward. Zach sits back for a moment, sliding his hands up and pushing Chris’ shirt up to his armpits, revealing his blushing chest. He chuckles and murmurs in Chris’ ear to coax him to lose his shirt. As soon as it’s off, Chris pulls Zach down to him, fingers gripping Zach’s hips and crushing their bodies together. Zach groans as his erection rubs against the denim of Chris’ jeans. He presses his mouth to Chris’ shoulder and bicep while a hand snakes between them to fumble with Chris’ button-fly.
“Need you more naked than this,” Zach pants and sits back on his heels.
Chris warps a hand around the back of Zach’s neck and guides their lips together as he sits up and begins to worm his way out of his jeans. Zach is growling into Chris’ mouth by the time he’s naked and greedily running his hands up and down Zach’s back, grabbing the flesh of his ass. With a small shove, Zach pushes at his chest and Chris falls back on the cushions with a small huff of giggles. He spreads Chris’ legs slightly before propping one of his lean calves on the back of the couch. Shifting down, Zach licks his way down to the swollen cock that’s twitching for attention in the nest of dark hair below Chris’ bellybutton.
Zach’s crouched low between Chris’ legs. He wraps a hand around the base and taps the head against his tongue a few times, grinning when Chris’s thighs shudder. He flicks tongue teasingly right under the ridge then smears the wet and leaking tip over his pursed lips. Zach’s eyes never leave Chris’ as he pins down Chris’ hips with his hands, nudges the reddened shaft to the side with his nose, bares his teeth, and grazes them gently over the sensitive skin as if he’s play biting.
A long and melodious string of ahs and ohs fills Zach’s ears and he finally stretches his lips around Chris’ cock. He sinks down slowly and moans at the weight of Chris in his mouth. He recognizes the distinct salty bitter taste and moans some more before pressing the flat of his tongue firmly to the underside of Chris’ dick, pushing on that spot below the crown.
Chris throws his head back and hips fly off the couch, even with Zach’s hands on them. His sudden movement jolts his cock from Zach’s mouth. When Chris glances back down at Zach, his eyes go wide when he looks between Zach’s legs.
“You’re dripping on the couch.” As Zach peers down, Chris catches the pooling precum that that’s threatening to drop with his finger. “You’re fucking leaking, Zach. Fuck, that’s so hot, shit, I need to taste you,” Chris growls and launches himself forward, ducking his head to swallow Zach in one smooth motion. His hands are gripping Zach’s forearms and he lets Zach pump shallowly in and out of his mouth.
“Mmm, no, wait, wait,” Zach groans.
He can’t find the words to explain it to Chris, but he maneuvers their limbs and soon Chris is on his back again, with Zach’s cock and balls dangling over his puffy pink lips, while Zach braces his arms on the opposite end of couch, head bent and breath ghosting over Chris’ swollen length. He laps his tongue around Chris’ balls, licking at the seam that runs up the middle of his sack.
Zach sucks Chris down and, at the same time, tries not to thrust too hard into Chris’ awaiting mouth. He’s bobbing his head, panting and moaning, as Chris gets to work, surrounding Zach’s cock with the warmth of his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head while his fingers flirt and press at Zach’s entrance.
There’s an enthusiastic grunt and cant of Chris’ hips and Zach knows that he’s close. He tightens his lips at the base of Chris’ cock and squeezes his way up until his mouth is fastened right under the head and he sucks. Hard. He feels himself dropped from Chris’ mouth as he stutters and cries out, his fingers digging into the skin of Zach’s backside, emptying pulse after pulse down Zach’s throat.
Zach wipes at his mouth and feels Chris’ breath on his damp skin. Suddenly, his cock is engulfed in hot wetness again, and Chris expertly pushes one finger into Zach, crooks it, and presses at the small bump. Zach’s legs begin shaking and he holds onto Chris’ legs as that familiar burn in his belly unfurls. He screams into the cushions, his cock releasing with several bursts.
A minute passes and Zach untangles his legs, repositioning so he can tuck himself next to Chris. He wipes at the two milky droplets on Chris’ chest.
“You kicked my head when you came,” Chris tells him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He brushes his hand over Chris’ cheek.
“You can make it up to me with that blowjob on top of the Prius like you promised. And by celebrating Zach Is Naked and Waits on Chris Hand and Foot Day once a week.”
“So... you just decided that this is becoming a weekly thing?” Zach clarifies.
Chris shrugs and brings Zach’s hand up to his lips. Zach closes his eyes.
“I’m just going to call it Naked Thursdays from now on,” Chris declares. “Otherwise, it’s just an awkward mouthful.”
“You’re a mouthful,” Zach quips.
“Mmmhmm. My meat popsicle is a mouthful.”
“Charming, Chris. As always.”
Word Count: 2424
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zach waits on Chris hand and foot while naked. Part of the Chris’ PWP Revenge Series
Warnings: PWP and fluff.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Zach steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. Wiping at the mirror to clear the condensation, he squints at his reflection and runs a hand through his long unruly hair. He really needs a haircut. Zach adds some product and rubs another towel through it. He still thinks it looks awful so he gives up and pulls a headband over his head, pushing it back to keep his hair out of his eyes.
Zach’s almost done shaving when the door opens unexpectedly and Chris whirls in.
“What are you --?”
He doesn’t bother to finish asking because Chris is humming “Bad Romance”, which can only mean that he’s up to something. Cautiously, Zach keeps an eye on him as he puts away his shaving kit and Chris loiters around suspiciously.
Suddenly, Chris yanks the towel off his waist with little hoot. He smacks Zach’s bare ass and runs out of the bathroom. Zach walks into their adjoined bedroom to find Chris bouncing on the bed.
“Did you have pop tarts for breakfast again?” he asks Chris.
“No. Today is Naked Day.” Chris is so excited about it that he might be foaming at the mouth a little. “Specifically, Zach Is Naked and Waits on Chris Hand and Foot Day.”
“Umm. I don’t ever remember signing up for anything like that,” Zach says, pulling open a drawer and looking for underwear.
Leaping off the bed, Chris shoves him away from the dresser and slams the draw shut. “You owe me. Remember? You owe me,” he says insistently.
“By waiting on your naked? How about we drive up the coast this weekend, park under the stars, and I’ll blow you on the roof of the Prius?” Zach suggests, pulling Chris close to him by the hem of his shirt.
“We can do that, too. But today you have to be naked.” Chris places his hands on Zach’s chest and scratches his fingernails against the dark hair there. “It would really make me happy,” he adds softly, and blinks at Zach through lowered lashes.
Zach rolls his eyes and hesitates.
“Please, Zach. Please.”
“Ugh, fine,” he finally agrees, unable to refuse Chris anything when he begs like that. “But, ground rules: you can’t make me go outside naked, I’m wearing an apron while I’m cooking, and my naked ass does not touch any surfaces in the kitchen.”
“How about the floor? What if I’m so overcome with lust while watching your hairy ass make me a sandwich that I throw you down on the floor and ravage you?” Chris asks.
Zach purses his lips. Chris has a good point. “Floor is okay.”
“Awe-some!”
Chris jumps up and down in place, fist pumps, and claps. Zach immediately regrets his decision.
His first order of business is to bathe Chris. It turns out to be fun, intimate, and relaxing, Zach sitting on the floor outside of the tube while Chris is submerged in warm bubbly water. He starts with Chris’ legs, running his hands up and down his skinny limbs and presses his thumbs to the arches of Chris’ feet briefly. Moving onto Chris’ arms, Zach takes his time with his sculpted biceps before sliding his hands down to Chris’ fingers, playing with each digit and kissing the tips.
Zach is squeezing a bath poof across Chris’ chest when he notices that Chris is hard, the tip of his cock peeking out from the surface of the bubbles. Chris dips his hand under and strokes it, the water rippling outward from his erection as though it were the epicenter. He watches Zach as Zach watches him, and Chris’ wet hand reaches out to pull Zach’s below the soapy water.
Within minutes, Zach’s knees are crammed uncomfortably on either side of Chris while he’s straddling him in the tub and frantically jerking both of them off with his left hand.
As he’s drying Chris afterward, he notices that Chris’ eyes are on him the entire time, following his hands as they guide the towel over his skin. When he’s toweling himself dry, he watches Chris staring at him intently, his eyes hungry.
The rest of the morning passes similarly, with Chris very openly oogling him with dark eyes and watching the way the muscles in his back shift as he works. Occasionally, when he’s not laughing merrily at the situation and slapping Zach’s ass, he steps into Zach’s space and smoothes his hands over his skin, his palms warm and dry and his fingers delicate as if he’s admiring Zach.
With his back to the door, Zach doesn’t hear Chris approach him from behind as he’s sorting laundry into the washer, and jumps slightly when he feels his ass cheeks being cupped and squeezed. Chris whispers a litany of dirty things in his ear. Zach gasps as Chris bites down at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, then licking at it softly before he gives Zach’s ass another smart smack and bounds away with playful laughter.
Zach spends the first half of the day trying to figure out if he’s more turned on or annoyed.
“How much longer until the cookie dough is ready?” Chris whines from the couch, ringing the small bell he found in some drawer in the study.
Zach closes his eyes for a moment, praying that the bit of pressure behind his temple is not the beginnings of a headache cause it’s only been fifteen minutes since Chris found that bell and it’s not even noon yet. He looks at the digital clock on the DVD player.
“Maybe another half hour?” He turns his attention back to alphabetizing their DVD collection.
Chris rings the bell obnoxiously again, for no reason other than the fact that he has a bell.
“Make me a sandwich?”
Zach files away another DVD case and walks over to Chris, who’s scratching his crotch.
“What kind of sandwich?” Zach asks.
“A meaty one,” Chris replies, sitting up and grabbing Zach by the hips. Chris pulls him forward and pretends to take a bite of Zach’s flaccid penis. It makes Chris giggle.
Zach runs his fingers through Chris’ hair affectionately. “Do you really want a sandwich?”
Pressing his forehead to Zach’s abdomen, Chris nods.
Lunch turns out to be a more difficult task than Zach had expected. Chris somehow comes up with the idea that he wants to eat lunch off Zach, which Zach spends several minutes strongly refusing. Once he’s finished making the sandwiches, Chris demands that Zach feed him his lunch while he lounges on the couch. They end up taking alternating bites of both sandwiches whiles pieces of tomato and cucumber land on Chris’ face and tumble off onto the couch.
He’s tidying up the kitchen when Chris starts ringing the bell. Zach glances over his shoulder and sees Chris’ arm flapping in the air, waving the stupid bell around.
“Zaaaaach! I think I ate too fast and my stomach hurts!”
Hanging his head, Zach makes his way over the couch and crosses his arms, staring down at Chris’ prone form with one raised eyebrow.
“One, you regressing to a third of your age was not part of the deal. And two, does your stomach really hurt?”
Chris rings the bell again and blinks up at him innocently. “Cuddle with me?”
Zach lunges forward and pries the bell from his hands, Chris’ childish and amused protests filling the living room. Chris is laughing so hard that he lets Zach have the bell and laughs even harder when Zach throws it across the room in disgust. He stretches his hand out to tug at the hairs on Zach’s thighs, smiling sweetly at him.
“Cuddle,” he whispers.
With a sigh, Zach complies and finds himself sprawled out, face down, on top of Chris. Winding his arms around Zach, Chris presses his cheek to Zach’s forehead. After his initial annoyance wanes, Zach begins to enjoy the feel of Chris’ steady breathing and heartbeat. He closes his eyes, growing sleepy from the way Chris’ guitar-calloused fingertips are gently tracing patterns on his back.
They both fall asleep and Zach wakes some time later to the brush of Chris’ lips along his hairline. Zach tilts his face up and rubs his nose against Chris’ smooth cheek, placing a trail of kisses up his jaw. Chris blinks his eyes open and their mouths meet in a slow and lazy kiss.
He feels Chris’ hands all over him, across his back, kneeding his ass and trailing up his backbone. Zach’s fingers find their way under Chris’ shirt and scratch lightly across the grooves of his ribs. There’s a moan that escapes his lips as Chris kisses along his neck, fingers twisting in Zach’s long hair.
“I hate this headband,” Chris mumbles against Zach’s collarbone. He snaps it off Zach’s head and tosses it over the back of the couch.
One of Zach’s knees in between Chris’ legs and he presses his thigh into the hardening bulge there. Chris gasps and his fingers tighten in Zach’s hair as he thrusts his hips upward. Zach sits back for a moment, sliding his hands up and pushing Chris’ shirt up to his armpits, revealing his blushing chest. He chuckles and murmurs in Chris’ ear to coax him to lose his shirt. As soon as it’s off, Chris pulls Zach down to him, fingers gripping Zach’s hips and crushing their bodies together. Zach groans as his erection rubs against the denim of Chris’ jeans. He presses his mouth to Chris’ shoulder and bicep while a hand snakes between them to fumble with Chris’ button-fly.
“Need you more naked than this,” Zach pants and sits back on his heels.
Chris warps a hand around the back of Zach’s neck and guides their lips together as he sits up and begins to worm his way out of his jeans. Zach is growling into Chris’ mouth by the time he’s naked and greedily running his hands up and down Zach’s back, grabbing the flesh of his ass. With a small shove, Zach pushes at his chest and Chris falls back on the cushions with a small huff of giggles. He spreads Chris’ legs slightly before propping one of his lean calves on the back of the couch. Shifting down, Zach licks his way down to the swollen cock that’s twitching for attention in the nest of dark hair below Chris’ bellybutton.
Zach’s crouched low between Chris’ legs. He wraps a hand around the base and taps the head against his tongue a few times, grinning when Chris’s thighs shudder. He flicks tongue teasingly right under the ridge then smears the wet and leaking tip over his pursed lips. Zach’s eyes never leave Chris’ as he pins down Chris’ hips with his hands, nudges the reddened shaft to the side with his nose, bares his teeth, and grazes them gently over the sensitive skin as if he’s play biting.
A long and melodious string of ahs and ohs fills Zach’s ears and he finally stretches his lips around Chris’ cock. He sinks down slowly and moans at the weight of Chris in his mouth. He recognizes the distinct salty bitter taste and moans some more before pressing the flat of his tongue firmly to the underside of Chris’ dick, pushing on that spot below the crown.
Chris throws his head back and hips fly off the couch, even with Zach’s hands on them. His sudden movement jolts his cock from Zach’s mouth. When Chris glances back down at Zach, his eyes go wide when he looks between Zach’s legs.
“You’re dripping on the couch.” As Zach peers down, Chris catches the pooling precum that that’s threatening to drop with his finger. “You’re fucking leaking, Zach. Fuck, that’s so hot, shit, I need to taste you,” Chris growls and launches himself forward, ducking his head to swallow Zach in one smooth motion. His hands are gripping Zach’s forearms and he lets Zach pump shallowly in and out of his mouth.
“Mmm, no, wait, wait,” Zach groans.
He can’t find the words to explain it to Chris, but he maneuvers their limbs and soon Chris is on his back again, with Zach’s cock and balls dangling over his puffy pink lips, while Zach braces his arms on the opposite end of couch, head bent and breath ghosting over Chris’ swollen length. He laps his tongue around Chris’ balls, licking at the seam that runs up the middle of his sack.
Zach sucks Chris down and, at the same time, tries not to thrust too hard into Chris’ awaiting mouth. He’s bobbing his head, panting and moaning, as Chris gets to work, surrounding Zach’s cock with the warmth of his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head while his fingers flirt and press at Zach’s entrance.
There’s an enthusiastic grunt and cant of Chris’ hips and Zach knows that he’s close. He tightens his lips at the base of Chris’ cock and squeezes his way up until his mouth is fastened right under the head and he sucks. Hard. He feels himself dropped from Chris’ mouth as he stutters and cries out, his fingers digging into the skin of Zach’s backside, emptying pulse after pulse down Zach’s throat.
Zach wipes at his mouth and feels Chris’ breath on his damp skin. Suddenly, his cock is engulfed in hot wetness again, and Chris expertly pushes one finger into Zach, crooks it, and presses at the small bump. Zach’s legs begin shaking and he holds onto Chris’ legs as that familiar burn in his belly unfurls. He screams into the cushions, his cock releasing with several bursts.
A minute passes and Zach untangles his legs, repositioning so he can tuck himself next to Chris. He wipes at the two milky droplets on Chris’ chest.
“You kicked my head when you came,” Chris tells him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He brushes his hand over Chris’ cheek.
“You can make it up to me with that blowjob on top of the Prius like you promised. And by celebrating Zach Is Naked and Waits on Chris Hand and Foot Day once a week.”
“So... you just decided that this is becoming a weekly thing?” Zach clarifies.
Chris shrugs and brings Zach’s hand up to his lips. Zach closes his eyes.
“I’m just going to call it Naked Thursdays from now on,” Chris declares. “Otherwise, it’s just an awkward mouthful.”
“You’re a mouthful,” Zach quips.
“Mmmhmm. My meat popsicle is a mouthful.”
“Charming, Chris. As always.”