Fic: Pinto drabbles...
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 217
Disclaimer: LIES.
Summary: Bear Grylls is awesome, and Chris gets jealous.
A/N: This is for C, who said "what if?" and I said "genius!".
"Must we always watch the Discovery Channel?" Chris sighs as he sits down on the couch.
"You love it, bitch," Zach answers, as he snuggles into Chris's side. Chris sighs again, but he relents. He swears they have seen all of the Man vs. Wild episodes ever, and still Zach insists on watching it every time it's on.
"Just shut up and watch it. This is a good episode, he goes to Siberia."
Chris shuts up and watches. It actually is a pretty good show. He just gets kind of tired of Zach talking about it so much- doesn't want to feed the man's addiction. Chris is kind of zoning out when Zach perks up and starts watching the TV more intently. Chris tunes back in, and raises his eyebrows as Bear Grylls strips naked, nothing covering him except the modesty blur, explaining everything that he's doing in that sexy accent of his. Zach is still leaning into Chris, one hand up the back of his shirt, but he's also watching the TV with that "I'm intensely studying you" look he has, raising one eyebrow and biting his thumb nail.
"That's it," Chris says as he reaches for the remote. "We need some History Channel to spice things up. There's an Elephant Man documentary on today....
THE END.
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 461
Disclaimer: UNTRUTHS.
Summary: Some girl is a bitch, and Zach comforts.
A/N: This is for mina_rox. When I said "boredom", she said "here!".
“Shit!” Chris pounded the wall next to his head. “Fucking…”
He leaned his head against the wall, sighing with frustration.
“Hey, hey,” Zach came into the room behind him. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s what’s fucking wrong,” Chris pointed to the empty wooden box on the bed. Zach walked over and picked it up, turning it over in his hand with confusion. Chris turned around so that he was leaning against the wall, and crossed his arms.
“Hailey fucking stole my money. I kept, like, $1,000 in there for emergencies.”
Zach winced.
“Well,” Zach set the box back on the bed. “It’s only money. It’s not like you’re exactly lacking in that department.”
He smiled as he tried to catch Chris’s eye, but Chris closed his eyes, leaning his head back to rest on the wall.
“My grandpa’s pocket watch was in there.”
“Shit,” he heard Zach’s murmured curse, and then Zach’s arms were pulling Chris in close. Chris fisted his hands in the back of Zach’s shirt, trying to will away the frustration and disappointment. Chris’s grandpa had died about six months beforehand- a man who Chris had grown up with and was very close to. Zach had been with him through the rough patch of his death, and knew how much that one trinket of his grandfather’s life meant to Chris.
Zach kissed Chris’s neck, and then pulled back to rest their foreheads together.
“We’ll get it back,” he said, cupping Chris’s face with one hand, the other on the back of Chris’s neck. “We’ll call the police on that bitch. I’ll get it back for you.”
Zach looked so focused and insistent and worried, and a warmth knotted itself up in Chris’s chest with that look, almost too intense for him to handle. He smiled at Zach, then, and lifted an eyebrow.
“My Prince Charming,” he said, pretending to swoon. The mood lightened, and the knot wound back down a little, enough so that Chris wouldn’t embarrass himself by winding his arms around Zach and begging him never to go anywhere because he was so fucking in love he could hardly breathe. Man had to keep some dignity. Zach rolled his eyes at the display, stepping back and shoving Chris’s head to the side.
“A guy tries to be a supportive, and what does he get…” he said, laughing as he walked out of the room. Chris smirked as he watched him go.
“Howabout a blowjob?” he called after him.
All thoughts of his bitch of an ex-girlfriend were driven from his mind at the laugh that came from the other room. Zach stuck his head around the corner, and he was smiling that huge Quinto smile of his, and Chris couldn’t help but smile back.
And, really. Hailey, who?
THE END
Rating: PG
Word Count: 217
Disclaimer: LIES.
Summary: Bear Grylls is awesome, and Chris gets jealous.
A/N: This is for C, who said "what if?" and I said "genius!".
"Must we always watch the Discovery Channel?" Chris sighs as he sits down on the couch.
"You love it, bitch," Zach answers, as he snuggles into Chris's side. Chris sighs again, but he relents. He swears they have seen all of the Man vs. Wild episodes ever, and still Zach insists on watching it every time it's on.
"Just shut up and watch it. This is a good episode, he goes to Siberia."
Chris shuts up and watches. It actually is a pretty good show. He just gets kind of tired of Zach talking about it so much- doesn't want to feed the man's addiction. Chris is kind of zoning out when Zach perks up and starts watching the TV more intently. Chris tunes back in, and raises his eyebrows as Bear Grylls strips naked, nothing covering him except the modesty blur, explaining everything that he's doing in that sexy accent of his. Zach is still leaning into Chris, one hand up the back of his shirt, but he's also watching the TV with that "I'm intensely studying you" look he has, raising one eyebrow and biting his thumb nail.
"That's it," Chris says as he reaches for the remote. "We need some History Channel to spice things up. There's an Elephant Man documentary on today....
THE END.
Pairing: Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 461
Disclaimer: UNTRUTHS.
Summary: Some girl is a bitch, and Zach comforts.
A/N: This is for mina_rox. When I said "boredom", she said "here!".
“Shit!” Chris pounded the wall next to his head. “Fucking…”
He leaned his head against the wall, sighing with frustration.
“Hey, hey,” Zach came into the room behind him. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s what’s fucking wrong,” Chris pointed to the empty wooden box on the bed. Zach walked over and picked it up, turning it over in his hand with confusion. Chris turned around so that he was leaning against the wall, and crossed his arms.
“Hailey fucking stole my money. I kept, like, $1,000 in there for emergencies.”
Zach winced.
“Well,” Zach set the box back on the bed. “It’s only money. It’s not like you’re exactly lacking in that department.”
He smiled as he tried to catch Chris’s eye, but Chris closed his eyes, leaning his head back to rest on the wall.
“My grandpa’s pocket watch was in there.”
“Shit,” he heard Zach’s murmured curse, and then Zach’s arms were pulling Chris in close. Chris fisted his hands in the back of Zach’s shirt, trying to will away the frustration and disappointment. Chris’s grandpa had died about six months beforehand- a man who Chris had grown up with and was very close to. Zach had been with him through the rough patch of his death, and knew how much that one trinket of his grandfather’s life meant to Chris.
Zach kissed Chris’s neck, and then pulled back to rest their foreheads together.
“We’ll get it back,” he said, cupping Chris’s face with one hand, the other on the back of Chris’s neck. “We’ll call the police on that bitch. I’ll get it back for you.”
Zach looked so focused and insistent and worried, and a warmth knotted itself up in Chris’s chest with that look, almost too intense for him to handle. He smiled at Zach, then, and lifted an eyebrow.
“My Prince Charming,” he said, pretending to swoon. The mood lightened, and the knot wound back down a little, enough so that Chris wouldn’t embarrass himself by winding his arms around Zach and begging him never to go anywhere because he was so fucking in love he could hardly breathe. Man had to keep some dignity. Zach rolled his eyes at the display, stepping back and shoving Chris’s head to the side.
“A guy tries to be a supportive, and what does he get…” he said, laughing as he walked out of the room. Chris smirked as he watched him go.
“Howabout a blowjob?” he called after him.
All thoughts of his bitch of an ex-girlfriend were driven from his mind at the laugh that came from the other room. Zach stuck his head around the corner, and he was smiling that huge Quinto smile of his, and Chris couldn’t help but smile back.
And, really. Hailey, who?
THE END