Chris always felt a little improper when he put the key into the lock, like he should be knocking first. Zach had someone come in and dust or whatever about once a month and his mail had been redirected to New York, but Zach had asked him personally to look after the house every so often, since he'd be in town much more frequently than Zach himself ( Read more... )

It can start any number of ways, really:

• Seeing Zach in passing and finding him attractive.
• Being a secret fan of So Notorious/Heroes and idolizing him prior to our first meeting.
• Meeting Zach for the first time in our personal trainer's kitchen.
• Any of the number of parties we went to and just happened to bump into one another.
• Zach sticking up for me ( Read more... )

The day had come to a close surprisingly fast, and even more surprisingly sex-free. Chris was a mix of appreciative of and dissapointed in this; as uncomfortable as he would've been being dragged back to Zach's apartment and coerced into a quick fuck, he kind of wished that had been the case. At least the anticipation wouldn't be killing him.

At ( Read more... )

Chris is unusually bored, and when he is unusually bored, he usually texts Zach... or at least he used to.

Until around... May of this year, really. He'd visited Zachary in New York, then got really busy filming. From time to time still texted him, but Zach was busy too. In short, they were drifting apart pretty steadily, a feeling that made his ( Read more... )