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Title: Untitled (or, Boner Time with Two Hot Pieces) Pt. 1
Author:dickdousche
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Simple story about miscommunication...and two gorgeous people getting together
Disclaimer: I don't know the hotness that is ZS and ZQ, or even like to write fanfiction that often, but I couldn't get this out of my head.
A/N: This is un-beta'd, and probably a hot mess. I wrote it at work, bored out of my mind (working 11 p.m to 7 a.m sucks).
Zoe sighed as she walked to Zach's hotel room door. She was exhausted. They were on their last leg of promoting Star Trek and were in Tokyo. Last night, she and everyone else went to a hole in the wall club that was a hipster's paradise. Kind of pretentious, but at least she had the chance to hear a performance of Lionel Richie's Hello by John during karaoke. It was actually quite good.
Needless to say, she got pretty wasted due to some...feelings building up. She didn't feel like expressing her feelings last night, despite Zach's numerous attempts do get it out of her. She didn't want to be too much of a downer anyway. However, tonight, she was armed with the best sake she could find (within walking distance of the hotel, at least) at was hoping Zach was down for staying in. Have a few drinks, talk a little bit.
She began to knock at the door when she heard Zach's austere music she had never heard of blasting. Rolling her eyes, she hoped she wasn't going to be walking in on something she didn't want to see and began digging into her purse. Zach had given her a spare room key, for whenever she got "bored, and wanted to hang out" during their time here. Zoe had smiled at the gesture and had gratefully accepted the key. The two of them have gotten very close over the past year or so and it was evident. A little too evident to some.
That's why I'm in this predicament I'm in now, Zoe thought. If only Keith knew...
She slid the key in and out of the slot and entered the room. The room was pristine- typical Zach- and Zoe heard someone toiling around in the bathroom. She heard the sounds of a cabinet closing, and a shower head beginning to stream water.
"Zach?" She called, yelled almost, over the music. Rolling her eyes, she went over to a futuristic looking iPod dock sitting by the bed and turned the music off. She then put her bottle of alcohol on a small coffee table and began to head towards the bathroom. A few seconds later, the bathroom door swung open and startled Zoe slightly. Zach stood in the doorway with a plush white towel wrapped around his slim waist and nothing else.
"'Sup?" Zach said, leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face. Zoe was blank for a minute. Damn, he had a nice body.
Where did that come from? I'm not even drunk yet. "What's up?" Zoe replied nonchalantly, giving away nothing.
"So...I was thinking about skipping the bars tonight and just keeping it simple, " Zach began as he went back into the bathroom. "I wanted to take some pictures during the night before we leave. Plus there's this restaurant I wanted to check out in the Shibuya ward. Anton keeps raving about it and..."
Whatever Zach said after that went through one ear and right out the other because he suddenly turned away from Zoe and ripped his towel off, throwing in on the sink. She blinked a few seconds, her brain trying to tell her to turn the fuck around while she was also greedily taking in the sight of Zach's bare ass. Zach's bare, muscular, almost 100 percent perfect ass. She was cemented to the spot and could do nothing but watch as his ass and thigh muscles flexed while he was stepping into the shower.
"Uh..." Zoe cleared her throat. "Um...sure."
Zach chuckled and grabbed a shampoo bottle. "You weren't even listening."
Zoe laughed and spun around nervously, even though it was a little too late. "Sure I was. I was kind of hoping to stay in tonight, but I'm down for whatever you want to do."
"What's wrong?"
Zoe was silent for a moment. She wasn't really ready to talk about stuff, yet. "Nothing. Just pretty tired, that's all."
Zach didn't respond and Zoe took that opportunity to meander back to a small sitting area of the room. She plopped down into a plush armchair and was surprised to find out that her hands were slightly shaking. Emitting a small groan, she rose quickly to walk over to the coffee table where the sake was waiting for her. She poured herself a drink.
A few minutes later, Zoe heard the water stop and she poured herself another drink. She was already on her fourth and was feeling a little nice. She heard footsteps behind her and, gulping her drink down, she turned around to see a wet Zach drying his hair with a small towel. She bit her lip.
"Whoa, what's that?" Zach asked as he slowly walked towards her, now rubbing the towel along his glistening, wet torso. "A better question is, you started without me?"
"Heh, heh...sorry," Zoe muttered and stiffened slightly as he got closer. Her nostrils inhaled the scent of Patchouli and it smelled like heaven, on him at least. Given her slightly non-sober state, she was half tempted to close her eyes and lean into him so she could inhale deeper. Instead, she said, "You smell like a dirty hippie."
Zach laughed and grabbed her glass, smelling it. "Like I always say, you either love it or hate it." He gave Zoe her glass back and grabbed one of his own, pouring the sake then bringing the glass to his lips in almost one fluid, graceful motion. "Mmm, that's smooth."
"Yeah," Zoe whispered and watched Zach run his tongue over his top lip.
Zach finished his drink and poured another one before sitting it down on a coaster on the table. Walking towards the dresser, he opened the towel that was wrapped around his waist and rubbed it back and forth a few times along his ass before closing it again. Zoe barely stifled a moan; it was as if he was teasing her.
"You say something?" Zach said as he opened a drawer to grab some underwear.
"Nope," she quickly responded.
He pulled his underwear on underneath his towel and Zoe let out a sigh. She didn't really know if it was from relief or dissapointment.
She poured another drink.
"I thought you were going to take it easy tonight?" Zach asked. Zoe looked up from her glass and saw that he had pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. Thank god, she thought. She didn't know if she could handle him in his underwear for the entire night. He walked over to her, picking up his glass and raising it to hers. "Cheers."
Their classes clanked and they knocked their drinks back. Zach nodded and Zoe let out a sigh. "I said I wanted to stay in tonight, not necessarily take it easy."
Zach said nothing as he grabbed the bottle of sake and headed towards his bed. Zoe continued. "But...if you'd like to go out and eat I would love to join you."
He sat on the bed and looked at her in such a way that made her nipples strain against the flimsy silk shirt she was wearing (with no bra, of course). She crossed her arms.
"We'll see what happens," Zach said, staring her straight in her eyes. They looked at eachother for a moment before Zach broke into a goofy grin.
Zoe let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. He patted the bed beside him, and Zoe obediently began to walk over to him, tripping over her small stockinged feet.
"Whoops," she muttered, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't worry. You know I'll catch you if you fall," Zach responded and she sat next to him. They were close and she could feel his body heat and smell him and when he put a large hand on her thigh right above her left knee all she wanted in the world was that particular moment to last for forever.
Zoe nodded and took a chance to rest her head on his shoulder. "I know."
"...Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" She closed her eyes. She really didn't feel like talking.
"Come on Zoe." Zach pulled back a little to lift a hand gently to her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I know something has been bothering you."
"No. Not really."
"So you felt like drinking a bottle of what could possibly be the strongest, and best, sake I have ever had," Zach lifted the bottle that was still in his hand, "even though you got throughly wasted last night, just because? You don't drink Zoe, and the only time people like you drink like this is when...they have something bothering them. So fucking spill it before I tickle it out of you. It wouldn't be the first time."
He began to reach down for her feet and her eyes grew large. She was the most ticklish person she knew of, and Zach knew it too. She didn't feel like laughing, all she wanted to do was feel sorry for herself and get shitfaced while Zach consoled her. She scooted back but Zach was quick, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her in place while still reaching for her feet.
"Okayokayokay...stop!" She was laughing already and his fingers barely grazed her toes. With a smile, he lunged for for a foot. Capturing her left one, he let loose and began to tickle her thoroughly. He let go of her waist to grab her foot with both hands and Zoe plopped back onto the bed, letting out a long and loud guffaw.
"STOP! I can't take it!" She was near tears and gulping for air but she was laughing and, contrary to what she believed just seconds earlier, it felt good. She laughed more and he pulled her leg, bringing her closer, and lifted it. "Stop...I'm wearing a skirt!"
Zach smiled. "Don't worry, I won't peek."
But I wish you would almost spilled out of her mouth but all she could do was laugh while begging and pleading for him to have mercy. Feeling his hold on her let up, Zoe propelled herself up and over him with the intent of getting revenge. She quickly spun around and pounced on top of him, knocking him on his back. The look surprise on his face as her small hands wormed their way up underneath his paper thin t-shirt was priceless.
Zoe looked at him as her trim, blood red nails traced invisible erattic patterns up and down his sides. "Oh, how the tables heve turned, sir..."
Zach gulped and cleared his throat. His hands flew to her waist, trying to lift her up and off of him. "You...you know I'm not ticklish Zoe."
Zoe stopped as she felt him trying to get her off of his lap. She felt so stupid. Rubbing her lips together, she smiled and hoped it didn't come off to fake. "Oh yeah. I forgot." She slid off of him and stood up, hoping she didn't fall backwards. What the hell was she thinking? "Sorry."
Zach sat up. He felt her embarassment and it was almost as great as his own. "Yeah. No big deal. At least I got you to laugh."
"Sure," Zoe said and she sat back down, keeping a substantial distance between the two of them. "Jerk."
He gave her a half smile then reached for the forgotten sake bottle. Pouring one drink, he handed it to her. "You know you love me. Now will you tell me what's up?"
She sighed and nodded.
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"So, let me get this straight..." Zach said, slurring slightly. "Your man thinks we're boning?"
"Uh- huh." Zoe brought her wine glass to her lips. Since she began spilling her guts to Zach- which ranged from the stress of all to PR tours, being nervous about the fan reception of her Uhura, but ultimately ended up being about her problems with her boyfriend- they had finished the sake and moved on to a bottle of very expensive wine Zach had bought since arriving in Tokyo and was saving for a "special occasion" (when she told him that this wasn't much of a special occasion, he responded with "I'm here, loving life and spending it with my favorite girl. How much more special does it need to be?" She almost wanted to cry).
Zach suddenly laughed and Zoe lowered her glass and glared at him.
"Really? You think the idea is so laughable?" Zoe's voice was a little louder and a lot more offended than she intended it to be.
This didn't stop Zach from laughing. In fact, he laughed more heartily and held a hand to his stomach. She frowned.
Zach saw her face and quieted a little. "I'm sorry babe. I just didn't ever think Mr. Perfect would be afraid of little ol' me."
"Keith is far from perfect," Zoe scoffed and took a swig of wine. "Besides, wouldn't you be angry if your bo...gir-uh...significant other spent a lot of time with someone else?"
Zach raised an eyebrow and stared at her. Did she just almost say what he thought she was going to say?
"'Significant other?'"
Uh-oh. "Yeah...I mean, if you were dating someone-"
Zach cut Zoe off. "I know what you meant, Zoe. I'm just wondering why you didn't just use the term 'girlfriend.'"
Zoe laughed nervously and took another drink of her wine. "Don't mind me, I'm drunk. The room is spinning and I can't really form a coherent sentence..."
"You were doing just fine when you were bitching fifteen minutes ago." Zach grabbed her wine glass out of her hand and set it down. "Zoe, do you think I'm gay?"
Zoe laughed a little more and shrugged. Zach wasn't laughing.
"Honestly? What does my opinion matter? I love you no matter what-"
"That's not answering the question, Zoe."
Fuckity, fuck, fuck. He looked really mad. Why would he be mad...oh, wait.
"You're not?" Zoe asked meekly.
Zach just stared at her for a moment. She was getting kind of nervous.
"Zoe, I am so far from gay," he finally said, calmly, after what felt like hours. "Why would you assume that? And, don't tell me it's because of the gosspiy shit you may read or hear because you know that we're both smarter than that. Do I look gay?"
"Uh, well..."
"Zoe!"
"Zach, I'm sorry!" She scooted closer to him. He crossed his arms and looked away. "I mean, you dress extremely well for a guy! Almost too well, sometimes."
"Well, fuck me for having fashion sense and not looking like a goddamn slob!"
"I just," Zoe continued. "I just have never seen you with a girl before, you can dress well, you are amazing to talk to, and...god, Zach. I said I was sorry."
"What the fuck." Zach abruptly got up from the bed and walked over to a window, staring blankly at Tokyo Tower in the distance. Zoe immediately followed and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his torso. He could feel her heart fluttering like a bird's and the swell of her breasts and he imagined what they would taste like. How her nipples would feel in his mouth, his tongue rolling over them. "Fuck."
"I'm so, so sorry Zach. Please forgive me." She grabbed him tighter.
He said nothing as he turned around and gently placed his hands on either side of her face. She closed her eyes as his thumbs rubbed at the tears that she didn't even realize that were falling. Her breath grew shallow and she inched closer to him as he began to plant small kisses on her eyelids, her cheeks.
"Zach," she whispered. She could feel her legs grow weaker by the second.
"If I were gay, would I do this?" Zach finally kissed her lips and Zoe moaned. The kiss was soft and chaste. The exact antithesis of what she wanted.
"Oh god...kiss me," she begged and he obliged. Zach kissed her again, this time harder and more insistent. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and she moaned into the kiss. She would have fallen if it weren't for his arms that left her face and were now wrapped around her waist, gripping tightly. Her arms flew around his neck while one leg wrapped around his waist, bringing him even closer. A hand lifted up her skirt and rested on her ass, pushing her into his cock that was straining through his jeans.
Zoe leaned her head back, breaking the kiss, and moaned. "Jesus. I should have made that ignorant assumption months ago..."
Zach laughed and leaned into her neck, planting wet open mouthed kisses along its length. "Maybe," he muttered.
"I...just want to know," Zoe gasped out. "Why you laughed so hard when faced with the- the idea of having sex with me, when I mentioned it earlier."
Zach pulled away from her away from her neck to look at her and she almost groaned in frustration when suddenly, quick fingers made their way to the juncture of her thighs, rubbing her clit ferociously through her stockings. She cried out as the sweet friction made her wetter than ever.
"Because..." He whispered, hovering over her mouth. "If we were fucking for as long he said we were, you would have dumped him. A long time ago."