I just can't help myself.
Title: Thou Shalt Not Covet 1/5
Pairings: Chris Pine/Joe Quinto, Chris/Zach
Rating: R
Summary: He can't believe he's being so mature about this, but he loves his brother more than anyone else on this planet, save his mom. If this is what he needs to be happy, then Zach will grin and fucking bear it. As for the way he feels about Chris... Well, that isn't up for debate anymore.
Notes: Written, yet again, for the kink meme. Someone needs to just take away my internets, cause I can't get enough of the prompts. Seriously, I have three others floating around somewhere. I CANNOT GIVE UP THE KINK MEME! BTW, I'm totally dedicating this to andieshep because of the AWESOMESAUCE of her prompt.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, they'd be doing a lot more shirtless running around Silver Lake. It's possible I'd make them go pantsless as well.
***
The first time Joe brings it up, they're stoned out of their minds. They're lying sideways across Zach's enormous bed, foot-to-face, and Zach's head is hanging off one side. He figures he just heard wrong, the hash is screwing with him, or his brother's just gone insane, when a stray foot knocks under his chin.
"Hey, you alive over there?" Joe's voice sounds a little clearer, then Zach hears movement and second later his brother's face pops into his vision. "I asked if you knew if Chris is into guys."
Zach lifts his head and blinks, then blinks again. "Nooo," he drawls out. Then he lets his head fall back because Jesus fuck, he'd already been over this himself a thousand times in his mind. There is something about Chris that faintly pings his gaydar, even though he's only seen his friend date women. He'd never come right out and asked him, of course, but then he'd never come right out and told him, either. "I'm pretty sure he's straight, but you know." Zach waves his hand vaguely in the air and hits his brothers chest. "This is Hollywood and all. Everyone's gay once in a while."
Joe laughs, then sprawls back again, this time throwing his legs over his brothers torso.
"Yeah, well."
Zach waits for the rest, then realizes his brother has stopped talking and is just staring at the ceiling, playing with his hair. He pokes his calf warily.
"Well what?"
"You're not into him, are you?" Zach snaps his head up from where it's fallen back only to realize Joe is propped up on his elbows, staring at him seriously. He pulls himself upright, keeping his brothers feet in his lap. "I mean, I thought you might be, so I didn't want to do anything without talking to-"
"Wait, wait." Zach cuts him off sharply. "You're into Chris? When? I mean, why? No, not why. How the hell did this happen?"
Joe shrugs a little, bites his bottom lip. "He's really intelligent. I mean, yeah he's got a nice face, and a body that won't quit-"
"A body that won't quit?!" Zach echoes, appalled.
"-but he's got this incredible charisma, and he's really pretty fucking hilarious-"
"Jesus, Joe." Zach cuts him off again, staring at his brother incredulously. "Are you seriously asking my permission to, what, ask him out on a date?"
"Forget it, man." Joe flops onto his back, one hand returning to play with his hair. "It's probably just the smoke. Put it down to me being introspective about the people surrounding me these days."
Zach gives his brother an unreadable look, then gets up off the bed.
"Yeah, okay." He stretches a little, stumbles into the side of the bed, then heads for the kitchen. "You want some water?"
Joe's reply is lost somewhere between the hall and the kitchen, where Zach fills up a glass of water and stands there drinking it slowly. He toys with the idea of walking into his living room to find his brother and friend cuddled up on his couch, then laughs at how ridiculous the image is.
By the time he gets back to his room his brother has passed out on the bed, so he kicks him over to make room and collapses next to him.
***
The second time it comes up, they're at a nightclub. Zach goes to get another drink and feels a warm body next to his. When he turns his head, it's Joe, who is leaning back and staring avidly at something on the dance floor. Zach turns his head, still shouting their drink orders over the music, and follows his brothers line of vision. Then his eyes nearly fall out of his head when he catches sight of Chris dancing with a gorgeous blonde (what the hell? is all his spasming brain can come up with) guy.
He looks at his brother quickly, then back at his friend; his friend who is happily grinding, throwing his head back and laughing, slipping his arm around this strangers waist and leaning in to say something in his ear that has then both grinning at each other. When Zachs focus shifts back to his brother, he's not sure what he sees on his face.
"So, I guess that answers that question." It comes out more snippy than he meant it to, but right now Zach is a little pissed at Chris. No, they've never talked about it. Zach didn't think they needed to. He'd thought it obvious: Zach was gay and Chris was (stupid, don't you know not to assume anything?) straight, and their sexuality never once effected their friendship. "He never told me that he's into guys too, man."
"Whaddya think, baby bro?" Joe gives him a small, self-deprecating smile. "Do I have a chance?" There's something else in his eyes, though. Not the question of whether or not Joe is too old for Chris, or whether he's good enough for him, but... something else. Zach turns his eyes away from those seeking permission for something he's been desperately longing for; something he's been far too afraid to linger on in his own mind, much less voice aloud to anyone. He busies himself with his wallet, pulling out a fifty and tossing it onto the bar.
The bartender decides that's the right time to bring their drinks over and Zach slams half of his back in one go. Then he turns to face his brother, slapping him on the shoulder.
"Go for it."
That's all he says before ducking away, leaving Chris and Joe's drinks on the bar. There was a redhead near the back who had been eyeing him all night.
Zach looks over his shoulder when he's a safe distance away. He sees Joe leave the bar, heading in a clear line for the dance floor, before he turns his whole attention to the man standing in front of him.
He doesn't need to witness anything going on behind him. What's in front of him is enough.
***
It's late when Zach gets back, a lot later than when he left them earlier. Hours have gone by, but from what Zach could tell from the texts his brother had been sending him between shoots, it'd been a smooth night. Zach knew how much Chris hated photo shoots, so when he found out Chris had agreed to do one for his brother he'd only raised an eyebrow. He knew Joe would go to whatever lengths he could to ease Chris into the situation and he had, that's just the kind of person Joe was. And hey, his brother had a gift; when he picked up a camera, he brought things to life. Chris, already captivating enough when merely standing still, would no doubt devastate anyone who dared see him through the lens of Joe Quinto.
When he attempts to open the door, juggling his own and a surprise coffee for his friend, he realizes that the music has changed in the hours he'd been gone. There is now a soft classical piece playing that he recognizes from Chris' collection. He smiles, making his way through the short hallway to the main room.
When he gets there, though, he freezes, completely shocked. He doesn't move, just stares and tries to understand what it is he's actually seeing. If he's even still awake and not stuck in a nightmare
Because the sight of his brother pinning Chris against the floor, the sound of Chris moaning, the knowledge that his brothers hands are tangled in Chris' hair- it's all too much for him.
He almost drops the coffee, but regains his sense of self enough to sort of fumble them before they fall to the floor and destroy his shoes. The quick movement catches Chris' eye.
"Jesus!"
Zach wishes the floor would open under him and suck him to the center of the Earth. Because then the core would kill him and he wouldn't have to witness his brother getting his freak on with Christopher fucking Pine.
Dumbstruck, Zach stands there with full takeout cups hanging loosely from his fingers as his brother and friend hasten to straighten themselves out. Chris' hair is a mess and there is a small hickey forming on Joe's neck. He watches Joe's hand close around Chris', pulling him up off the floor and close to his body.
"Um." Chris' face is rapidly turning pink. "Look, man-"
Zach regains his sense of speech and thrusts a hand forward. "I uh," he darts a gaze at Joe, who runs a hand through his hair and is looking anywhere but at his little brother. "Brought you a coffee. Figured you would be done soon." Why is his voice so faint? "I'll just. Um. Sorry."
"No, no." Chris accepts it and waves his hand around. "It's cool. You're cool with this, right?"
Zach looks between them again, catches the way Chris' other hand hasn't let go of Joe's, and feels something inside of his chest collapse. He looks up and finds Joe's eyes finally on him, waiting.
"You guys..." he begins, unsure. "You could hurt each other, and that would make me feel pretty fucking awkward, but. You're both consenting adults, so." He can't believe he's being so mature about this, but he loves his brother more than anyone else on this planet, save his mom. If this is what he needs to be happy, then Zach will grin and fucking bear it. As for the way he feels about Chris...
Well, that isn't up for debate anymore.
"You've got my blessing." He plasters a smirk on his face, then gives them each the Sylar look of doom. "But if you end up breaking each others hearts, I want to hear none of it."
They both snort a little at that, and Zach can see Chris' thumb rub tenderly over Joe's wrist. He puts a little more umph in his glare, which makes Chris' smile widen. "I'm serious. If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kind of pussy to drink it. I love you both. Don't put me in the middle here, guys."
"Well, that's just wrong." Joe finally opens his mouth, and it's to crack a fucking joke. "You're my brother, man. I love you, but not that much."
They all laugh, then, and most of the tension leaves the room. Zach makes his exit, still somewhat awkward, and feels his brothers gaze on the back of his neck the whole drive home.
***
Part Two
Pairings: Chris Pine/Joe Quinto, Chris/Zach
Rating: R
Summary: He can't believe he's being so mature about this, but he loves his brother more than anyone else on this planet, save his mom. If this is what he needs to be happy, then Zach will grin and fucking bear it. As for the way he feels about Chris... Well, that isn't up for debate anymore.
Notes: Written, yet again, for the kink meme. Someone needs to just take away my internets, cause I can't get enough of the prompts. Seriously, I have three others floating around somewhere. I CANNOT GIVE UP THE KINK MEME! BTW, I'm totally dedicating this to andieshep because of the AWESOMESAUCE of her prompt.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, they'd be doing a lot more shirtless running around Silver Lake. It's possible I'd make them go pantsless as well.
***
The first time Joe brings it up, they're stoned out of their minds. They're lying sideways across Zach's enormous bed, foot-to-face, and Zach's head is hanging off one side. He figures he just heard wrong, the hash is screwing with him, or his brother's just gone insane, when a stray foot knocks under his chin.
"Hey, you alive over there?" Joe's voice sounds a little clearer, then Zach hears movement and second later his brother's face pops into his vision. "I asked if you knew if Chris is into guys."
Zach lifts his head and blinks, then blinks again. "Nooo," he drawls out. Then he lets his head fall back because Jesus fuck, he'd already been over this himself a thousand times in his mind. There is something about Chris that faintly pings his gaydar, even though he's only seen his friend date women. He'd never come right out and asked him, of course, but then he'd never come right out and told him, either. "I'm pretty sure he's straight, but you know." Zach waves his hand vaguely in the air and hits his brothers chest. "This is Hollywood and all. Everyone's gay once in a while."
Joe laughs, then sprawls back again, this time throwing his legs over his brothers torso.
"Yeah, well."
Zach waits for the rest, then realizes his brother has stopped talking and is just staring at the ceiling, playing with his hair. He pokes his calf warily.
"Well what?"
"You're not into him, are you?" Zach snaps his head up from where it's fallen back only to realize Joe is propped up on his elbows, staring at him seriously. He pulls himself upright, keeping his brothers feet in his lap. "I mean, I thought you might be, so I didn't want to do anything without talking to-"
"Wait, wait." Zach cuts him off sharply. "You're into Chris? When? I mean, why? No, not why. How the hell did this happen?"
Joe shrugs a little, bites his bottom lip. "He's really intelligent. I mean, yeah he's got a nice face, and a body that won't quit-"
"A body that won't quit?!" Zach echoes, appalled.
"-but he's got this incredible charisma, and he's really pretty fucking hilarious-"
"Jesus, Joe." Zach cuts him off again, staring at his brother incredulously. "Are you seriously asking my permission to, what, ask him out on a date?"
"Forget it, man." Joe flops onto his back, one hand returning to play with his hair. "It's probably just the smoke. Put it down to me being introspective about the people surrounding me these days."
Zach gives his brother an unreadable look, then gets up off the bed.
"Yeah, okay." He stretches a little, stumbles into the side of the bed, then heads for the kitchen. "You want some water?"
Joe's reply is lost somewhere between the hall and the kitchen, where Zach fills up a glass of water and stands there drinking it slowly. He toys with the idea of walking into his living room to find his brother and friend cuddled up on his couch, then laughs at how ridiculous the image is.
By the time he gets back to his room his brother has passed out on the bed, so he kicks him over to make room and collapses next to him.
***
The second time it comes up, they're at a nightclub. Zach goes to get another drink and feels a warm body next to his. When he turns his head, it's Joe, who is leaning back and staring avidly at something on the dance floor. Zach turns his head, still shouting their drink orders over the music, and follows his brothers line of vision. Then his eyes nearly fall out of his head when he catches sight of Chris dancing with a gorgeous blonde (what the hell? is all his spasming brain can come up with) guy.
He looks at his brother quickly, then back at his friend; his friend who is happily grinding, throwing his head back and laughing, slipping his arm around this strangers waist and leaning in to say something in his ear that has then both grinning at each other. When Zachs focus shifts back to his brother, he's not sure what he sees on his face.
"So, I guess that answers that question." It comes out more snippy than he meant it to, but right now Zach is a little pissed at Chris. No, they've never talked about it. Zach didn't think they needed to. He'd thought it obvious: Zach was gay and Chris was (stupid, don't you know not to assume anything?) straight, and their sexuality never once effected their friendship. "He never told me that he's into guys too, man."
"Whaddya think, baby bro?" Joe gives him a small, self-deprecating smile. "Do I have a chance?" There's something else in his eyes, though. Not the question of whether or not Joe is too old for Chris, or whether he's good enough for him, but... something else. Zach turns his eyes away from those seeking permission for something he's been desperately longing for; something he's been far too afraid to linger on in his own mind, much less voice aloud to anyone. He busies himself with his wallet, pulling out a fifty and tossing it onto the bar.
The bartender decides that's the right time to bring their drinks over and Zach slams half of his back in one go. Then he turns to face his brother, slapping him on the shoulder.
"Go for it."
That's all he says before ducking away, leaving Chris and Joe's drinks on the bar. There was a redhead near the back who had been eyeing him all night.
Zach looks over his shoulder when he's a safe distance away. He sees Joe leave the bar, heading in a clear line for the dance floor, before he turns his whole attention to the man standing in front of him.
He doesn't need to witness anything going on behind him. What's in front of him is enough.
***
It's late when Zach gets back, a lot later than when he left them earlier. Hours have gone by, but from what Zach could tell from the texts his brother had been sending him between shoots, it'd been a smooth night. Zach knew how much Chris hated photo shoots, so when he found out Chris had agreed to do one for his brother he'd only raised an eyebrow. He knew Joe would go to whatever lengths he could to ease Chris into the situation and he had, that's just the kind of person Joe was. And hey, his brother had a gift; when he picked up a camera, he brought things to life. Chris, already captivating enough when merely standing still, would no doubt devastate anyone who dared see him through the lens of Joe Quinto.
When he attempts to open the door, juggling his own and a surprise coffee for his friend, he realizes that the music has changed in the hours he'd been gone. There is now a soft classical piece playing that he recognizes from Chris' collection. He smiles, making his way through the short hallway to the main room.
When he gets there, though, he freezes, completely shocked. He doesn't move, just stares and tries to understand what it is he's actually seeing. If he's even still awake and not stuck in a nightmare
Because the sight of his brother pinning Chris against the floor, the sound of Chris moaning, the knowledge that his brothers hands are tangled in Chris' hair- it's all too much for him.
He almost drops the coffee, but regains his sense of self enough to sort of fumble them before they fall to the floor and destroy his shoes. The quick movement catches Chris' eye.
"Jesus!"
Zach wishes the floor would open under him and suck him to the center of the Earth. Because then the core would kill him and he wouldn't have to witness his brother getting his freak on with Christopher fucking Pine.
Dumbstruck, Zach stands there with full takeout cups hanging loosely from his fingers as his brother and friend hasten to straighten themselves out. Chris' hair is a mess and there is a small hickey forming on Joe's neck. He watches Joe's hand close around Chris', pulling him up off the floor and close to his body.
"Um." Chris' face is rapidly turning pink. "Look, man-"
Zach regains his sense of speech and thrusts a hand forward. "I uh," he darts a gaze at Joe, who runs a hand through his hair and is looking anywhere but at his little brother. "Brought you a coffee. Figured you would be done soon." Why is his voice so faint? "I'll just. Um. Sorry."
"No, no." Chris accepts it and waves his hand around. "It's cool. You're cool with this, right?"
Zach looks between them again, catches the way Chris' other hand hasn't let go of Joe's, and feels something inside of his chest collapse. He looks up and finds Joe's eyes finally on him, waiting.
"You guys..." he begins, unsure. "You could hurt each other, and that would make me feel pretty fucking awkward, but. You're both consenting adults, so." He can't believe he's being so mature about this, but he loves his brother more than anyone else on this planet, save his mom. If this is what he needs to be happy, then Zach will grin and fucking bear it. As for the way he feels about Chris...
Well, that isn't up for debate anymore.
"You've got my blessing." He plasters a smirk on his face, then gives them each the Sylar look of doom. "But if you end up breaking each others hearts, I want to hear none of it."
They both snort a little at that, and Zach can see Chris' thumb rub tenderly over Joe's wrist. He puts a little more umph in his glare, which makes Chris' smile widen. "I'm serious. If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kind of pussy to drink it. I love you both. Don't put me in the middle here, guys."
"Well, that's just wrong." Joe finally opens his mouth, and it's to crack a fucking joke. "You're my brother, man. I love you, but not that much."
They all laugh, then, and most of the tension leaves the room. Zach makes his exit, still somewhat awkward, and feels his brothers gaze on the back of his neck the whole drive home.
***
Part Two