Call You, Have Lunch, Get Married
Title: Call You, Have Lunch, Get Married
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The worst moment with you is still a hell of a lot better than my happiest moment without you
Disclaimer: AU. This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot. I don’t know anybody mentioned in this fic and I am not implying that this happened at all.
Author Notes: For schmoop_bingo but I didn’t get it finished in time, fail on me. Kind of part of the “Conversations With Other Women” AU I was planning but could work as a standalone.
It’s been years since Chris saw Zach, been in love with Zach, and had sex with Zach. He can’t believe the odds of running into him and it just hurts him now that Zach’s going to go back to his life without Chris.
Zach is showering and Chris doesn't have time to lose. He tries imagining a life without Zach and he just can’t do it. He was stupid to think he could wake up in the morning without that body in front of him. He wants to die bickering with that asshole. Watch his beautiful hair join the mane all over his body. He wants Zach.
He stands against the bathroom door trying hard not to slam his head against it. He leans his cheek against the wood like a distraught lover. "I'm glad I ran into you. . ."
He screams and pleads and tells Zach everything but the roar of the shower is too loud. That's why he writes it down and leaves it in his carry on, on top of his iPhone, knowing he'll read it first thing on the plane.
*
Zach,
I'm glad I ran into you. Glad we saw each other after all this time. I've imagined it so often I'll wonder if it happened at all.
I'm glad I ran into you. Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. Thought I could call you, have lunch, get married. Simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spilled milk leaps back into pitchers. A broken tea cup miraculously reassembles.
Time.
Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.
Which is to say. . .
Which is.
Fuck. I don't know.
Which is to say I thought everything could still work out. Now everything seems more definite. More real. More final. A little milk that spills cannot unspill and a broken tea cup will always be a broken teacup.
It's funny that everyone thinks they shouldn't mention you to me. The omission makes it that much worse.
I like hearing about you sometimes.
Chris stares at the piece of paper and doesn't know what he's doing. What a shitty letter. Zach will never stay with him. He has a family and they've tried this already. They got married and Zach hated it. Chris hated being away for so long so Zach decided to be the one who was gone.
Chris ruined it.
Zach,
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. I already know you're rolling your eyes at this. Saying my last name with such mirth than you have in years but it's true. I had you but if I wanted to keep you I had to keep working. Because of that I lost you. I'm so distraught I'm using prepositions to begin my sentences.
The worst moment with you is still a hell of a lot better than my happiest moment without you,
He resists crumbling that up and just tosses it by his overnight bag. He'll get them before Zach leaves.
Zach,
I love you for better or worse. You can take that on your travels.
Chris
Zach gets out of the shower and asks if Chris said anything. Chris steps away from the duffle bag without a thought. Zach isn't looking at him which just means he doesn't want to make this harder than it already is.
"Nothing important."
Zach's eyes look puffy but it's probably because of regret. Chris swallows the lump in his throat and continues to help him pack.
*
Chris finally makes it back to his house and sure enough Zach is on his way home to someone he loves who is not Chris. Frankly it’s all bullshit. Chris poured his heart out to Zach and got nothing in return. Sure he didn’t actually say it out loud wrote it in a letter but sure enough Zach would read it on the plane and come rushing to find Chris. Or something. Not leave Chris to wallow in his own self pity.
He’s just glad he got to enjoy Zach one last time.
He set his coat on the coat rack and let his head fall against his wall with a loud thump.
“I read it on the way to the airport and made a detour,” a voice behind him said.
His heart stopped but he knew exactly who it was and he was not surprised that he snuck into Chris’ house. He turned around and Zach was standing there, still in his coat like a fool. Chris tried to keep the smile off of his face as he looked Zach up and down. His suitcase was in the hallway and he’s not really sure what that means but he has a feeling it was good news.
“I thought people who love each other have a knack for making each other miserable.”
Zach looked away. “We do. But you make me feel love and lust and more emotions than anyone else does. Chris you make me feel,” he admits and Chris can’t stop moving forward to claim Zach’s lips as his own. They were his own lips once but they were once again his.
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The worst moment with you is still a hell of a lot better than my happiest moment without you
Disclaimer: AU. This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot. I don’t know anybody mentioned in this fic and I am not implying that this happened at all.
Author Notes: For schmoop_bingo but I didn’t get it finished in time, fail on me. Kind of part of the “Conversations With Other Women” AU I was planning but could work as a standalone.
It’s been years since Chris saw Zach, been in love with Zach, and had sex with Zach. He can’t believe the odds of running into him and it just hurts him now that Zach’s going to go back to his life without Chris.
Zach is showering and Chris doesn't have time to lose. He tries imagining a life without Zach and he just can’t do it. He was stupid to think he could wake up in the morning without that body in front of him. He wants to die bickering with that asshole. Watch his beautiful hair join the mane all over his body. He wants Zach.
He stands against the bathroom door trying hard not to slam his head against it. He leans his cheek against the wood like a distraught lover. "I'm glad I ran into you. . ."
He screams and pleads and tells Zach everything but the roar of the shower is too loud. That's why he writes it down and leaves it in his carry on, on top of his iPhone, knowing he'll read it first thing on the plane.
*
Zach,
I'm glad I ran into you. Glad we saw each other after all this time. I've imagined it so often I'll wonder if it happened at all.
I'm glad I ran into you. Somehow I feel so much lonelier than before. Thought I could call you, have lunch, get married. Simple as that. The promise of all those high school physics film strips fulfilled. A little spilled milk leaps back into pitchers. A broken tea cup miraculously reassembles.
Time.
Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway.
Which is to say. . .
Which is.
Fuck. I don't know.
Which is to say I thought everything could still work out. Now everything seems more definite. More real. More final. A little milk that spills cannot unspill and a broken tea cup will always be a broken teacup.
It's funny that everyone thinks they shouldn't mention you to me. The omission makes it that much worse.
I like hearing about you sometimes.
Chris stares at the piece of paper and doesn't know what he's doing. What a shitty letter. Zach will never stay with him. He has a family and they've tried this already. They got married and Zach hated it. Chris hated being away for so long so Zach decided to be the one who was gone.
Chris ruined it.
Zach,
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. I already know you're rolling your eyes at this. Saying my last name with such mirth than you have in years but it's true. I had you but if I wanted to keep you I had to keep working. Because of that I lost you. I'm so distraught I'm using prepositions to begin my sentences.
The worst moment with you is still a hell of a lot better than my happiest moment without you,
He resists crumbling that up and just tosses it by his overnight bag. He'll get them before Zach leaves.
Zach,
I love you for better or worse. You can take that on your travels.
Chris
Zach gets out of the shower and asks if Chris said anything. Chris steps away from the duffle bag without a thought. Zach isn't looking at him which just means he doesn't want to make this harder than it already is.
"Nothing important."
Zach's eyes look puffy but it's probably because of regret. Chris swallows the lump in his throat and continues to help him pack.
*
Chris finally makes it back to his house and sure enough Zach is on his way home to someone he loves who is not Chris. Frankly it’s all bullshit. Chris poured his heart out to Zach and got nothing in return. Sure he didn’t actually say it out loud wrote it in a letter but sure enough Zach would read it on the plane and come rushing to find Chris. Or something. Not leave Chris to wallow in his own self pity.
He’s just glad he got to enjoy Zach one last time.
He set his coat on the coat rack and let his head fall against his wall with a loud thump.
“I read it on the way to the airport and made a detour,” a voice behind him said.
His heart stopped but he knew exactly who it was and he was not surprised that he snuck into Chris’ house. He turned around and Zach was standing there, still in his coat like a fool. Chris tried to keep the smile off of his face as he looked Zach up and down. His suitcase was in the hallway and he’s not really sure what that means but he has a feeling it was good news.
“I thought people who love each other have a knack for making each other miserable.”
Zach looked away. “We do. But you make me feel love and lust and more emotions than anyone else does. Chris you make me feel,” he admits and Chris can’t stop moving forward to claim Zach’s lips as his own. They were his own lips once but they were once again his.