Fic: The Groff Cure for Insomnia (ZQ/JG, PG)
Title: The Groff Cure for Insomnia
Pairing: Jon Groff/Zach Quinto (haters gonna hate, but I'll squash wank like a cockroack)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1244
Prompt: Someone at the zq_jg kink meme asked for a fic where Zach is looking so haggard in all the Berlin photos because he can't sleep with out Jon. This is my humble (and alas not porny) attempt to fill that prompt.
Disclaimer: I so do not know these people, and I make no profit from this work. Furthermore, I have nothing against the people and culture of France. I'm told it's a lovely place. :)
A/N: Not beta'd because I couldn't find anyone to look at it. Also, I did some basic research on J. Groff but not extensive because I'm sick. If I've gotten something wrong and lets say he had a spotted blue owl as a pet when he was a kid that I didn't include kindly let me know and I'll fix it-but lets not hate, 'cause I'm not in the mood to squash wanky stuff. And last but not at all least comments are, as always, loved and cherished. :D
Jonathan stares at his cell phone and mutters a few curses. There-in a picture that is so clear it still astounds him-on his cell phone is his boyfriend looking scraggly, exhausted, and sort of like shit. It’s so un-Zach like that he almost doesn’t recognize the man in the photo.
But the picture had been attached to an email from Joe Quinto with only a terse message above his standard signature-Jon, see the problem? FIX IT. I’m tired of seeing him like this.
Jonathan sighs and checks his watch. There is just enough time left that he can catch Zach in Berlin before Zach heads to bed.
The phone rings exactly twice, as he knows it will Zach is a man of habits, and Jonathan finds comfort in the little things about Zach that are always the same regardless of time or continent, or projects.
Zach’s voice is upbeat and happy (which contradicts all of the pictures Jon has seen) when he answers the phone, “Hello, my love.”
Jon can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face, Zach’s infectious that way, and he keeps waiting for the day that this feeling is going to wear off, but he’s starting to realize it’s never going to. He shakes his head, and focuses back in on the conversation, “Hello yourself there, babe.”
Jonathan hears a rustle of something in the background as Zach asks, “To what do I owe this delightful surprise call? We talked this morning, did you miss me already?”
Jon sighs in mock indignation, and his voice conveys a distinct air of being put upon, “I’ve missed you every moment since you’ve been away Zachary. Why should today be any different?”
Zach’s laugh, full and rich, and a just a little manic echoes a bit in the receiver in Jon’s ears but it makes him grin like a buffoon, “Well played Jonathan, well played. I guess you are an actor after all.”
Jon chuckles and then blows a raspberry into the phone, “That was not nice Quinto, not nice. No I have missed you though.”
Zach makes a serious little sound, and says, “Yeah, I missed you too babe.”
Jon shifts the phone to the other ear, and sits at the chair in his parent’s kitchenette, thumbing absently through the newspaper, “Missed you too. What are you doing?”
“Getting into bed. I was turning down the sheets when you called.”
Jon hums, “Sounds good, all nice and cozy?”
Zach takes a deep, contented breath and releases, “Yep.”
Jonathan smiles then, “Good. So now you can tell me why you look like you’ve taken up methamphetamine while you’ve been abroad.”
Zach snort out what sounds like a shocked chuckle that got stuck somewhere in his throat, “What? Did you just call me a crack head?”
Jon chuckles, “I believe I implied you’re a meth head, but really it doesn’t matter. Unless you have developed a drug habit, which doesn‘t really go with the whole hipster chic thing you rock."
Zach growls in annoyance, “I thought you called for phone sex and you’re accusing me of being a drug addict and mocking my unique style. Remind me why I love you again, Jonathan?”
“Because, Zachary, I can blow your mind on my knees in your shower. But that is not the point. Why do you look like hell in every one of these press photos I’ve seen? Your brother just emailed me another god awful looking photo and told me to fix you. Are you broken Zachary?”
Zach mutters something Jon doesn’t understand in German, but knows enough to know its uncharitable. “Tell Joe to mind his own fucking business. I’m tried alright? Is it that fucking hard to believe that I’m tired? I’m sorry my smile hasn’t been sparkling white enough for you Groff. What do you want from me?”
Jon’s voice resonates, full of concern, “All I ever want from you is that you be yourself and that you are happy. If moving to France and making wine for the rest of your life would make you happy I’ll do it, but you know I hate the French language, food, clothing, and music, so you know please don’t pick France.”
Zach laughs, and then lets out a tired sigh, “Okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you Jon. I’m just tired and getting this shit from all sides. I had a few bad press shots and everyone acts like I’m committing mass murder. I’m just tired.”
Jon sighs, frowning a bit, “Zach you know I love you, and that’s why I can say this. But bitch please, you were doing 8 shows a week, prompting and selling a movie, starting a new relationship and finding time for friends and family and you still didn’t look this haggard. What gives?”
Jon hears a deafening silence, and then the rustle of sheets and duvet. In his mind’s eye he can see Zach in nothing but sleep pants, snuggled under the covers, and the blankets pulled up to his chin, making a little cave for himself.
Zach finally makes a defeated little noise, “I got used to sleeping next to you."
Jon feels something inside him turn to goo at hearing those soft words slipping out with a slight Pittsburgh accent, and it makes his heart skip a beat. “Right. That’s sweet honey, and I’ve missed curing into you too, but what does that have to do with…”
Zach interrupts him in a whisper, “I can’t sleep without you.”
Jon tears up just a little at that. “Oh. Well. Really that’s very sweet.”
“Are you crying?”
“No.”
“You are! What the hell Jon?”
“Shut up, you’re the one who can’t sleep without me. You realize we sound like 80 year old men who’ve been married too long and are still every bit in love.”
“Oh god you are such a sap, Groff.”
“Well Quinto, I’m not the one who can’t sleep now am I?”
Zach pouts. Jon doesn’t have to see him to know exactly what that silence means, and Zachary Quinto is pouting. He sighs, “I’m sorry babe. What can I do to help?”
“Fly over here?”
Jon laughs, “You’ll be home soon and then were taking a little family time remember. You’re meeting my folks, I’m meeting your mom. We'll be back sharing a bed in no time.”
Zach stifles a yawn, “I know.”
“Was that a yawn?”
Zach is defensive when he answers, “No.”
“Yes it was. Come on, settle in to your bed, and rest your head on the pillow. Tuck the sheet and the duvet tight around your back, like I’m pressed up against you. Take a nice deep relaxing breath. I’m just gonna talk to you until you fall asleep.”
Zach releases his relaxing breath as instructed, “I love you Jonathan. You’re too good to me.”
“Naw, I’m just good enough. Love you too hun. So now you want to hear about what my uncle said to my new sister in law?”
And it goes on like that for maybe twenty minutes, Jonathan sharing some silly story of his current visit to his parents’ house, and Zach mumbling along at the right places until finally the noises turn into soft little snores that Zach denies he makes.
Jonathan smiles to himself and says, “Love you Zach,” once more before he hangs up. His mind already on how to help Zach recharge once his commitment in Berlin is done.
Pairing: Jon Groff/Zach Quinto (haters gonna hate, but I'll squash wank like a cockroack)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1244
Prompt: Someone at the zq_jg kink meme asked for a fic where Zach is looking so haggard in all the Berlin photos because he can't sleep with out Jon. This is my humble (and alas not porny) attempt to fill that prompt.
Disclaimer: I so do not know these people, and I make no profit from this work. Furthermore, I have nothing against the people and culture of France. I'm told it's a lovely place. :)
A/N: Not beta'd because I couldn't find anyone to look at it. Also, I did some basic research on J. Groff but not extensive because I'm sick. If I've gotten something wrong and lets say he had a spotted blue owl as a pet when he was a kid that I didn't include kindly let me know and I'll fix it-but lets not hate, 'cause I'm not in the mood to squash wanky stuff. And last but not at all least comments are, as always, loved and cherished. :D
Jonathan stares at his cell phone and mutters a few curses. There-in a picture that is so clear it still astounds him-on his cell phone is his boyfriend looking scraggly, exhausted, and sort of like shit. It’s so un-Zach like that he almost doesn’t recognize the man in the photo.
But the picture had been attached to an email from Joe Quinto with only a terse message above his standard signature-Jon, see the problem? FIX IT. I’m tired of seeing him like this.
Jonathan sighs and checks his watch. There is just enough time left that he can catch Zach in Berlin before Zach heads to bed.
The phone rings exactly twice, as he knows it will Zach is a man of habits, and Jonathan finds comfort in the little things about Zach that are always the same regardless of time or continent, or projects.
Zach’s voice is upbeat and happy (which contradicts all of the pictures Jon has seen) when he answers the phone, “Hello, my love.”
Jon can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face, Zach’s infectious that way, and he keeps waiting for the day that this feeling is going to wear off, but he’s starting to realize it’s never going to. He shakes his head, and focuses back in on the conversation, “Hello yourself there, babe.”
Jonathan hears a rustle of something in the background as Zach asks, “To what do I owe this delightful surprise call? We talked this morning, did you miss me already?”
Jon sighs in mock indignation, and his voice conveys a distinct air of being put upon, “I’ve missed you every moment since you’ve been away Zachary. Why should today be any different?”
Zach’s laugh, full and rich, and a just a little manic echoes a bit in the receiver in Jon’s ears but it makes him grin like a buffoon, “Well played Jonathan, well played. I guess you are an actor after all.”
Jon chuckles and then blows a raspberry into the phone, “That was not nice Quinto, not nice. No I have missed you though.”
Zach makes a serious little sound, and says, “Yeah, I missed you too babe.”
Jon shifts the phone to the other ear, and sits at the chair in his parent’s kitchenette, thumbing absently through the newspaper, “Missed you too. What are you doing?”
“Getting into bed. I was turning down the sheets when you called.”
Jon hums, “Sounds good, all nice and cozy?”
Zach takes a deep, contented breath and releases, “Yep.”
Jonathan smiles then, “Good. So now you can tell me why you look like you’ve taken up methamphetamine while you’ve been abroad.”
Zach snort out what sounds like a shocked chuckle that got stuck somewhere in his throat, “What? Did you just call me a crack head?”
Jon chuckles, “I believe I implied you’re a meth head, but really it doesn’t matter. Unless you have developed a drug habit, which doesn‘t really go with the whole hipster chic thing you rock."
Zach growls in annoyance, “I thought you called for phone sex and you’re accusing me of being a drug addict and mocking my unique style. Remind me why I love you again, Jonathan?”
“Because, Zachary, I can blow your mind on my knees in your shower. But that is not the point. Why do you look like hell in every one of these press photos I’ve seen? Your brother just emailed me another god awful looking photo and told me to fix you. Are you broken Zachary?”
Zach mutters something Jon doesn’t understand in German, but knows enough to know its uncharitable. “Tell Joe to mind his own fucking business. I’m tried alright? Is it that fucking hard to believe that I’m tired? I’m sorry my smile hasn’t been sparkling white enough for you Groff. What do you want from me?”
Jon’s voice resonates, full of concern, “All I ever want from you is that you be yourself and that you are happy. If moving to France and making wine for the rest of your life would make you happy I’ll do it, but you know I hate the French language, food, clothing, and music, so you know please don’t pick France.”
Zach laughs, and then lets out a tired sigh, “Okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you Jon. I’m just tired and getting this shit from all sides. I had a few bad press shots and everyone acts like I’m committing mass murder. I’m just tired.”
Jon sighs, frowning a bit, “Zach you know I love you, and that’s why I can say this. But bitch please, you were doing 8 shows a week, prompting and selling a movie, starting a new relationship and finding time for friends and family and you still didn’t look this haggard. What gives?”
Jon hears a deafening silence, and then the rustle of sheets and duvet. In his mind’s eye he can see Zach in nothing but sleep pants, snuggled under the covers, and the blankets pulled up to his chin, making a little cave for himself.
Zach finally makes a defeated little noise, “I got used to sleeping next to you."
Jon feels something inside him turn to goo at hearing those soft words slipping out with a slight Pittsburgh accent, and it makes his heart skip a beat. “Right. That’s sweet honey, and I’ve missed curing into you too, but what does that have to do with…”
Zach interrupts him in a whisper, “I can’t sleep without you.”
Jon tears up just a little at that. “Oh. Well. Really that’s very sweet.”
“Are you crying?”
“No.”
“You are! What the hell Jon?”
“Shut up, you’re the one who can’t sleep without me. You realize we sound like 80 year old men who’ve been married too long and are still every bit in love.”
“Oh god you are such a sap, Groff.”
“Well Quinto, I’m not the one who can’t sleep now am I?”
Zach pouts. Jon doesn’t have to see him to know exactly what that silence means, and Zachary Quinto is pouting. He sighs, “I’m sorry babe. What can I do to help?”
“Fly over here?”
Jon laughs, “You’ll be home soon and then were taking a little family time remember. You’re meeting my folks, I’m meeting your mom. We'll be back sharing a bed in no time.”
Zach stifles a yawn, “I know.”
“Was that a yawn?”
Zach is defensive when he answers, “No.”
“Yes it was. Come on, settle in to your bed, and rest your head on the pillow. Tuck the sheet and the duvet tight around your back, like I’m pressed up against you. Take a nice deep relaxing breath. I’m just gonna talk to you until you fall asleep.”
Zach releases his relaxing breath as instructed, “I love you Jonathan. You’re too good to me.”
“Naw, I’m just good enough. Love you too hun. So now you want to hear about what my uncle said to my new sister in law?”
And it goes on like that for maybe twenty minutes, Jonathan sharing some silly story of his current visit to his parents’ house, and Zach mumbling along at the right places until finally the noises turn into soft little snores that Zach denies he makes.
Jonathan smiles to himself and says, “Love you Zach,” once more before he hangs up. His mind already on how to help Zach recharge once his commitment in Berlin is done.