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Title: To Want, To Need
Author: Chinsky
Pairing: Zack/Freddy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zack and Freddy are at a party. Freddy punches out a guy 'cause the guy's an asshole. Hmm, where, just WHERE will it go from there?
Disclaimer: Nothing. Niente. Nada. Zip. Zilch. GARGHH!!! It's a one shot, by the way, if you couldn't figure.
A/N: Go on, go ahead, gasp yourselves to death. Little Miss GAHH-it's-a-slash? wrote a slash. (I am SUCH a freaking hypocrite. I have also learned to love the damn things) Hey, I didn't think it'd ever happen either, but once the idea popped into my head I had to write it down. You know how it goes. It's my first. *PLEASE* leave helpful comments? Hehe, I'm going up against a few of the best in the business here, I hope I don't succumb to their genius! MUAHAHA...
To Want, To Need by CHINSKY
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"You wanna hear something, fag? You fucking suck at guitar, so go slit your wrists, and blow your dad's--holy, FUCK!" The small, annoying drunk asshole yelled out suddenly, and Zack Mooneyham's mouth dropped open. Freddy Jones had just punched the guy in the nose, hard, and as the asshole's hands flew to his face, the damage was clear. Freddy was mad, and the asshole was in pain.
Zack had missed a few things. 1) Why Freddy was taking this asshole seriously, 2) why Freddy punched him in the face and 3) where Freddy had even come from. Freddy's fists were still clenched tight and his eyes were still ablaze. Zack was taken aback.
Zack took one more look at the asshole who, he saw, --in horror--was beginning to get up, and lunged at Freddy, pushing him out the door and away from the guy.
The second they were out of the door and safely in the front yard, Zack pounced on Freddy, mostly out of fright.
"Jesus Christ!! Freddy, why the hell did you do that?! He was just an asshole!! It didn't mean anything! I didn't care, you know I didn't care. He was drunk, it's a party, and everyone fights at parties. Jesus, Freddy, why would you pull a stunt like that?! For...for me!" Zack blinked two or three times, the events that had just taken place still sinking in.
Freddy's once clenched fists had loosened, as he said nothing and walked over to the backyard of the house they were at. Zack gaped at him.
"Fuck Freddy, WHERE are you going?!"
Freddy shrugged, and then muttered, "Just shut up and get over here. It's a nice place."
Zack stared incredulously, but ran over to a moody and morose Freddy, whose thoughts seemed to be somewhere else. Zack was about to open his mouth to speak again, when Freddy met his eyes. Zack saw something change in his face. His corners of his mouth turned upward in the slightest way, without actually smiling. He stared, and his eyes seemed to bore a hole right through Zack. Zack's pulse gave a sharp shudder, and finally, Freddy turned to speak.
"I didn't like what he was saying to you. It wasn't very nice. You're a nice person...it got me mad."
For a moment, Zack stopped to realize what really happened. Freddy stood up for him. Punched another guy, just because he was mean to Zack. Thinking of this made Zack's heart beat faster, but he tried to ignore it, telling himself it meant nothing. His intentions were purely friendly. Yeah, that's it. Friendly. We're friends, Zack thought. But still...
"But...why Freddy?"
Freddy shrugged again and looked elsewhere then Zack's big, brown eyes. "He called you a fag. Said you sucked at guitar. Told you to slit your wrists--"
"Freddy, quite honestly, we know none of that matters," Zack cut him off, a little too harshly. He took a step forward, closer to Freddy, and said a bit softer, "Why Freddy?"
Freddy, once again, avoided Zack's gaze. Instead, he flopped down on the wet grass and looked up at the stars, still sitting.
Zack sighed. He knew that there was no real reason. No hidden meaning behind Freddy's actions, though a small part of him wished there was. He turned to survey the backyard. They were at some kid's house, for a party. The kid was rich, (you kind of had to be rich to go to Horace Green) so the house was nice. Of course, with people like that asshole all over the place, it didn't seem so nice anymore.
"Wait. Stop," Freddy said abruptly, interrupting Zack's thinking. "Put your head like that again."
Zack faced Freddy, an eyebrow raised. "Like...how?"
"Look out. Like, straight. But a little to the left."
Zack looked curiously at Freddy for one more moment, but obliged. He was focused on a shed, but he still caught Freddy's small, soft smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Why am I looking here Freddy?" Zack asked, embarrassed by Freddy's commands and feeling oddly silly.
Freddy got up off the grass and came closer. Really close, Zack thought to himself, shivering slightly.
Freddy stared at Zack's eyes from the side some more, and answered softly, "You're gonna think I'm weird, but it's the coolest thing. You can see the stars reflections in your eyes."
Zack's heart gave a jolt, and he turned quickly and faced Freddy, a very confused look on his face. What the... His mind was racing, and as his heart sped up, Freddy reached out and tilted Zack's head back to where it was.
"Am I going to be staring here all night?" Zack said nervously, trying to laugh. It didn't sound right. He was confused about what his mind was telling him, and again, why Freddy was so goddamn close.
Freddy just merely shook his head, mesmerized. Then, as if by instinct, Freddy reached out to trace the outline of Zack's jaw.
Zack drew a sharp breath inward and instinctively slapped Freddy's hand down on his face as though it were a fly. "Freddy, what are you doing?"
"I-I'm sorry," Freddy whispered, suddenly embarrassed. He tried to take his hand away from Zack's face, but Zack, whose hand was still over Freddy's, kept it there.
"Don't be," he breathed, and Freddy turned to look at him, the confused look on his face now. Realizing Freddy was just so goddamn close, and thinking on an impulse...Zack thrust his head forward a few inches and reached out to kiss Freddy.
Zack stood still for a moment, shaking under his skin, yet extremely enthused, unsure on how Freddy would respond. Freddy, although taken aback at first, kissed Zack immediately. He slid his now free hand from Zack's jaw to the back of his head, running his silky smooth hair between his fingers.
Every tie, every bind, every hold that Zack had kept upon himself was released in a second, as he tied his arms tightly around the blonde's defined waist.
After about a minute of furious groping, touching and kissing, Zack found it necessary to part to breath, but he still kept Freddy close. Freddy, impatient, then kissed next to Zack's mouth, across his jaw, and down his neck. "Jesus, Freddy..." Zack barely whispered, as Freddy stretched Zack's shirt collar to kiss across his collarbone, too.
Freddy pulled Zack lower, so Zack kneeled to the ground, and within seconds Freddy pushed himself on top of him. Their bodies were plastered together, and Zack was thinking furiously. He wanted to remember how good this felt, forever.
Suddenly, Freddy stopped and pulled back, his fingers intertwined with Zack's. Zack opened his eyes, quite breathless, and Freddy looked at him. After a moment, another small smile appeared on Freddy's face. Zack grinned curiously and asked shyly, "What?"
Freddy's smile widened a little before he answered. "The stars. Your eyes. It's just so cool. I've never seen anything like it before."
Zack smiled and blushed a bit, making the sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and nose just a shade darker.
Freddy ran his thumb over the freckles, Zack's eyes melting into his. Freddy then closed his eyes and laid his head on Zack's chest. Zack just knew he'd have to hear his own heart beating a mile a minute. Even so, Zack smoothed his fingers through Freddy's spiky blonde hair. How often had he thought of this? Did it ever feel this good?
"Geez," Zack accidentally murmured aloud, lost in his thoughts. Freddy lifted his head up abruptly.
"What?"
Zack blushed again and shook his head. "Nothing. I was just...thinking."
Freddy's face softened. "About what?"
"You. This. How much I wasn't ever expecting it and...and how good it feels."
Freddy smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah," Zack admitted sheepishly.
Freddy kissed him again, slowly, but just once, and laid his head back down.
Silence ensued.
"That kid shouldn't have said those things to you," Freddy murmured, finally breaking the silence.
Zack sighed. "Why does it upset you so much? He said it to me, and you're more upset then I am."
"Because none of it was true."
"I know."
"But he doesn't," Freddy said quickly, raising his head. "He doesn't realize what a great person you are."
Zack smiled, deeply embarrassed, but replied modestly, "Not everyone likes me. I don't care."
"They should like you."
"They don't have to."
"But they should," Freddy finalized, and laid his head back down again.
"Well, thank you," Zack whispered, so close to Freddy's ear that it tingled.
There was then a period of time when they just lay there. Zack's fingers entwined in Freddy's hair. Freddy's ear listening to the rhythm of Zack's heart. Their eyes were half closed. It was what Zack would consider bliss. The grass around him was cold and wet, but Freddy was dry and warm. He never imagined it to be like this. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted.
"I think I love you," Freddy said almost inaudibly, but with a trace of confidence.
Zack's eyes opened. "What?"
"I said..." Freddy started, his voice a bit louder, "I love you."
Zack pushed Freddy and rolled him over, so now they were reversed. Now, Freddy lay against the ground and Zack was pressed on top of him.
"Say it again," Zack whispered, pleading, as a soft smile flitted across his face, "Please."
Freddy was smiling now too, and leaned in close to Zack's ear and whispered once more, "I love you."
Zack closed his eyes and let the words sink in. He then kissed the only side of Freddy's head he could reach, near his temple. Slowly yet surely, he whispered back, "I love you too."
Their words lingered in the air, and minute smiles lingered on their faces. Time stopped. They were acutely aware of what was happening, and they liked it. Zack hadn't known this was what he wanted, this was what he needed. Freddy hadn't either. But once they had it, they both silently vowed to themselves that it would never be unknown again. They lay there together, for minutes--or was it hours? Days? Months?--and lived together in the moment they'd been waiting for. The moment they hadn't even realized they wanted--needed.
"I'm never going to let this go," Freddy whispered, half to himself, half to Zack.
"I know Freddy," Zack murmured soothingly, "I know."
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So ladies and gents, voila. Yeah, it's on ff.net, but I changed it a bit. Little snippets here and there, so if it sounds different, 'tis why. oh, and yeahhh, today i got the idea for another slash. hehe. uh oh. is it bad that i reeeeeally like writing these? *evil grin* muah haha. Later,
The Chinskinator.
yeah. good stuff yo.
Title: To Want, To Need
Author: Chinsky
Pairing: Zack/Freddy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zack and Freddy are at a party. Freddy punches out a guy 'cause the guy's an asshole. Hmm, where, just WHERE will it go from there?
Disclaimer: Nothing. Niente. Nada. Zip. Zilch. GARGHH!!! It's a one shot, by the way, if you couldn't figure.
A/N: Go on, go ahead, gasp yourselves to death. Little Miss GAHH-it's-a-slash? wrote a slash. (I am SUCH a freaking hypocrite. I have also learned to love the damn things) Hey, I didn't think it'd ever happen either, but once the idea popped into my head I had to write it down. You know how it goes. It's my first. *PLEASE* leave helpful comments? Hehe, I'm going up against a few of the best in the business here, I hope I don't succumb to their genius! MUAHAHA...
To Want, To Need by CHINSKY
#$&@#*(@$^*%@#
"You wanna hear something, fag? You fucking suck at guitar, so go slit your wrists, and blow your dad's--holy, FUCK!" The small, annoying drunk asshole yelled out suddenly, and Zack Mooneyham's mouth dropped open. Freddy Jones had just punched the guy in the nose, hard, and as the asshole's hands flew to his face, the damage was clear. Freddy was mad, and the asshole was in pain.
Zack had missed a few things. 1) Why Freddy was taking this asshole seriously, 2) why Freddy punched him in the face and 3) where Freddy had even come from. Freddy's fists were still clenched tight and his eyes were still ablaze. Zack was taken aback.
Zack took one more look at the asshole who, he saw, --in horror--was beginning to get up, and lunged at Freddy, pushing him out the door and away from the guy.
The second they were out of the door and safely in the front yard, Zack pounced on Freddy, mostly out of fright.
"Jesus Christ!! Freddy, why the hell did you do that?! He was just an asshole!! It didn't mean anything! I didn't care, you know I didn't care. He was drunk, it's a party, and everyone fights at parties. Jesus, Freddy, why would you pull a stunt like that?! For...for me!" Zack blinked two or three times, the events that had just taken place still sinking in.
Freddy's once clenched fists had loosened, as he said nothing and walked over to the backyard of the house they were at. Zack gaped at him.
"Fuck Freddy, WHERE are you going?!"
Freddy shrugged, and then muttered, "Just shut up and get over here. It's a nice place."
Zack stared incredulously, but ran over to a moody and morose Freddy, whose thoughts seemed to be somewhere else. Zack was about to open his mouth to speak again, when Freddy met his eyes. Zack saw something change in his face. His corners of his mouth turned upward in the slightest way, without actually smiling. He stared, and his eyes seemed to bore a hole right through Zack. Zack's pulse gave a sharp shudder, and finally, Freddy turned to speak.
"I didn't like what he was saying to you. It wasn't very nice. You're a nice person...it got me mad."
For a moment, Zack stopped to realize what really happened. Freddy stood up for him. Punched another guy, just because he was mean to Zack. Thinking of this made Zack's heart beat faster, but he tried to ignore it, telling himself it meant nothing. His intentions were purely friendly. Yeah, that's it. Friendly. We're friends, Zack thought. But still...
"But...why Freddy?"
Freddy shrugged again and looked elsewhere then Zack's big, brown eyes. "He called you a fag. Said you sucked at guitar. Told you to slit your wrists--"
"Freddy, quite honestly, we know none of that matters," Zack cut him off, a little too harshly. He took a step forward, closer to Freddy, and said a bit softer, "Why Freddy?"
Freddy, once again, avoided Zack's gaze. Instead, he flopped down on the wet grass and looked up at the stars, still sitting.
Zack sighed. He knew that there was no real reason. No hidden meaning behind Freddy's actions, though a small part of him wished there was. He turned to survey the backyard. They were at some kid's house, for a party. The kid was rich, (you kind of had to be rich to go to Horace Green) so the house was nice. Of course, with people like that asshole all over the place, it didn't seem so nice anymore.
"Wait. Stop," Freddy said abruptly, interrupting Zack's thinking. "Put your head like that again."
Zack faced Freddy, an eyebrow raised. "Like...how?"
"Look out. Like, straight. But a little to the left."
Zack looked curiously at Freddy for one more moment, but obliged. He was focused on a shed, but he still caught Freddy's small, soft smile out of the corner of his eye.
"Why am I looking here Freddy?" Zack asked, embarrassed by Freddy's commands and feeling oddly silly.
Freddy got up off the grass and came closer. Really close, Zack thought to himself, shivering slightly.
Freddy stared at Zack's eyes from the side some more, and answered softly, "You're gonna think I'm weird, but it's the coolest thing. You can see the stars reflections in your eyes."
Zack's heart gave a jolt, and he turned quickly and faced Freddy, a very confused look on his face. What the... His mind was racing, and as his heart sped up, Freddy reached out and tilted Zack's head back to where it was.
"Am I going to be staring here all night?" Zack said nervously, trying to laugh. It didn't sound right. He was confused about what his mind was telling him, and again, why Freddy was so goddamn close.
Freddy just merely shook his head, mesmerized. Then, as if by instinct, Freddy reached out to trace the outline of Zack's jaw.
Zack drew a sharp breath inward and instinctively slapped Freddy's hand down on his face as though it were a fly. "Freddy, what are you doing?"
"I-I'm sorry," Freddy whispered, suddenly embarrassed. He tried to take his hand away from Zack's face, but Zack, whose hand was still over Freddy's, kept it there.
"Don't be," he breathed, and Freddy turned to look at him, the confused look on his face now. Realizing Freddy was just so goddamn close, and thinking on an impulse...Zack thrust his head forward a few inches and reached out to kiss Freddy.
Zack stood still for a moment, shaking under his skin, yet extremely enthused, unsure on how Freddy would respond. Freddy, although taken aback at first, kissed Zack immediately. He slid his now free hand from Zack's jaw to the back of his head, running his silky smooth hair between his fingers.
Every tie, every bind, every hold that Zack had kept upon himself was released in a second, as he tied his arms tightly around the blonde's defined waist.
After about a minute of furious groping, touching and kissing, Zack found it necessary to part to breath, but he still kept Freddy close. Freddy, impatient, then kissed next to Zack's mouth, across his jaw, and down his neck. "Jesus, Freddy..." Zack barely whispered, as Freddy stretched Zack's shirt collar to kiss across his collarbone, too.
Freddy pulled Zack lower, so Zack kneeled to the ground, and within seconds Freddy pushed himself on top of him. Their bodies were plastered together, and Zack was thinking furiously. He wanted to remember how good this felt, forever.
Suddenly, Freddy stopped and pulled back, his fingers intertwined with Zack's. Zack opened his eyes, quite breathless, and Freddy looked at him. After a moment, another small smile appeared on Freddy's face. Zack grinned curiously and asked shyly, "What?"
Freddy's smile widened a little before he answered. "The stars. Your eyes. It's just so cool. I've never seen anything like it before."
Zack smiled and blushed a bit, making the sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks and nose just a shade darker.
Freddy ran his thumb over the freckles, Zack's eyes melting into his. Freddy then closed his eyes and laid his head on Zack's chest. Zack just knew he'd have to hear his own heart beating a mile a minute. Even so, Zack smoothed his fingers through Freddy's spiky blonde hair. How often had he thought of this? Did it ever feel this good?
"Geez," Zack accidentally murmured aloud, lost in his thoughts. Freddy lifted his head up abruptly.
"What?"
Zack blushed again and shook his head. "Nothing. I was just...thinking."
Freddy's face softened. "About what?"
"You. This. How much I wasn't ever expecting it and...and how good it feels."
Freddy smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yeah," Zack admitted sheepishly.
Freddy kissed him again, slowly, but just once, and laid his head back down.
Silence ensued.
"That kid shouldn't have said those things to you," Freddy murmured, finally breaking the silence.
Zack sighed. "Why does it upset you so much? He said it to me, and you're more upset then I am."
"Because none of it was true."
"I know."
"But he doesn't," Freddy said quickly, raising his head. "He doesn't realize what a great person you are."
Zack smiled, deeply embarrassed, but replied modestly, "Not everyone likes me. I don't care."
"They should like you."
"They don't have to."
"But they should," Freddy finalized, and laid his head back down again.
"Well, thank you," Zack whispered, so close to Freddy's ear that it tingled.
There was then a period of time when they just lay there. Zack's fingers entwined in Freddy's hair. Freddy's ear listening to the rhythm of Zack's heart. Their eyes were half closed. It was what Zack would consider bliss. The grass around him was cold and wet, but Freddy was dry and warm. He never imagined it to be like this. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted.
"I think I love you," Freddy said almost inaudibly, but with a trace of confidence.
Zack's eyes opened. "What?"
"I said..." Freddy started, his voice a bit louder, "I love you."
Zack pushed Freddy and rolled him over, so now they were reversed. Now, Freddy lay against the ground and Zack was pressed on top of him.
"Say it again," Zack whispered, pleading, as a soft smile flitted across his face, "Please."
Freddy was smiling now too, and leaned in close to Zack's ear and whispered once more, "I love you."
Zack closed his eyes and let the words sink in. He then kissed the only side of Freddy's head he could reach, near his temple. Slowly yet surely, he whispered back, "I love you too."
Their words lingered in the air, and minute smiles lingered on their faces. Time stopped. They were acutely aware of what was happening, and they liked it. Zack hadn't known this was what he wanted, this was what he needed. Freddy hadn't either. But once they had it, they both silently vowed to themselves that it would never be unknown again. They lay there together, for minutes--or was it hours? Days? Months?--and lived together in the moment they'd been waiting for. The moment they hadn't even realized they wanted--needed.
"I'm never going to let this go," Freddy whispered, half to himself, half to Zack.
"I know Freddy," Zack murmured soothingly, "I know."
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So ladies and gents, voila. Yeah, it's on ff.net, but I changed it a bit. Little snippets here and there, so if it sounds different, 'tis why. oh, and yeahhh, today i got the idea for another slash. hehe. uh oh. is it bad that i reeeeeally like writing these? *evil grin* muah haha. Later,
The Chinskinator.