RP: Thank You for the Music

[shh_zach]

Date: June 11th, 2005
Characters: Zacharias Smith, Wayne Hopkins
Location: River Place, Zach's Flat
Status: Private
Summary: A celebration of sorts.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_wayne]

The day had been long. Of course, Wayne thought that might be due to the fact that he kept looking at his watch every few minutes, as if seven would somehow arrive faster if he did so. He was looking for having dinner with Zach. If it was strictly at a platonic level, he'd just control himself and be a good friend. If not, well, he wasn't likely to complain

[shh_zach]

Zach closed the door behind him, taking in the pressed slacks, the crisp white shirt. The silk tie. Tearing his eyes away he looked up at Wayne's face. "My first day was brilliant. You've no idea how much I enjoyed myself. I could get used to this."

"Here, let me help with that." Wayne had his hands full and Zach reached out, taking the CD player and stack of CD's from his guest. "Am I going to find an ABBA CD in this pile?" he asked, grinning over his shoulder as he turned and walked to the other side of the living room. He placed the items on a table by the couch and looked up at Wayne again.

"Kitchen's over here," he said, nodding. "I do hope you plan on feeding me well. I worked my arse off today. How was your day, by the way?"

[shh_wayne]

Zach's enthusiasm for his new job was obvious, which made Wayne grin. "So, you didn't like it at all then?" he asked innocently, glancing back to catch Zach staring at his arse. He ducked his head and smiled, resisting the urge to wiggle a bit.

"Thanks." Zach took the CD player and music from him. "Probably, but I'd suggest putting on Ella first. I'll wait until you're drunk on pasta to put on ABBA."

"Demanding whelp, aren't ya?" He laughed and went into the small kitchen, which was about the same size as his own. The flat felt smaller, though it was due to his own renovation, since he'd knocked out an entire wall. "I've got stuff to make, and, hopefully, it'll turn out well."

"My day was long, full of working and a meeting," he said, sorting everything he'd brought before looking for a pan to start cooking the pasta.

[shh_zach]

"It was fantastic. I really wanted to bring my tool belt home and just wear it around the flat, but I resisted the urge. Aren't you proud?"

He plugged in the CD player and sifted through the CDs before finding the right one. Carefully, he removed it from it's case and placed it in the CD player, fiddling with the machine until he managed to turn it on and start it playing.

The music was slow, soulful, and her voice was honeyed and sweet. Zach smiled. "Very nice," he said, walking into the kitchen. "And to answer your question, yes, I tend to be a bit demanding. I will try my best to curb that for you." He grinned and opened a cabinet, producing a large silver pan.

"This what you looking for?" he asked, handing it over. "What meeting?" He leaned against the counter and watched as Wayne moved easily around the kitchen.

[shh_wayne]

"Should just practice and see what you can make," Wayne said. "That's what I did, really. Well, that and a book on simple pasta recipes."

"Bet you'd look good in a tie," he decided, looking Zach over. It was too easy to think about his tie wrapped around Zach's wrists while he sucked his cock, which was not a good thought to have right now. He reached up and loosened his tie more, clearing his throat as he took another healthy drink of his ale.

He slowly smiled. "Oh, there'll be dancing, mate. Afer we eat," he promised. "And it's nice to have someone to share a meal. Gets lonely eating alone all the time." He glanced down and groaned softly. "New rule for the night. No biting your bottom lip unless you're wanting me to bite it for you."

[shh_zach]

"See that black mark on the wall there above the stove? That was an attempt at eggs this morning. I'm not exaggerating. I fucking suck at it. Practice could very well burn the building down."

He shrugged. "I don't know if I look good in one or not. I wear them when I absolutely have to."

"Yeah, it does get lonely eating alone, you're right. And I can't wait for the dancing," he added, grinning. He grinned wider when Wayne groaned. "How is it you're allowed to lick your lips, but I'm not allowed to bite mine. Hardly seems fair mate." He took another swallow of his ale, surprised to find the bottle almost empty.

"You need another, yet," he asked, holding up his bottle.

[shh_wayne]

"You can't make eggs?" Wayne arched a brow and shook his head. "Mate, that's really pretty sad. I can at least teach you that much some day."

He grinned. "Dancing'll be fun. We'll have to be sure to eat a lot, give us more energy cause I intend to make you sweat."

"Brat," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Rules don't have to be fair, unless you're deliberately trying to tempt me, which isn't nice of you at all. Talk about fair."

"Sure, I could use another." He finished off the bottle before he stretched and went back over to check on the sauce. The pasta was cooking well, and the sauce smelled spicy and quite good. He dipped a spoon in and tasted it, moaning softly. It was better than he'd expected, though he was trying to impress, even if he'd deny it. He got another spoonful of sauce and held it up to Zach, cupping his hand beneath it. "Wanna taste?"

[shh_zach]

"'s what I've been fucking trying to explain. It's like I come near the burners and they can smell my fear and they attack. I nearly lost my bloody eyebrows this morning."

He glared at the oven before looking up at Wayne, his eyes wide. "Whoa there, I know we've had this discussion. I can't dance. And you promised to dance for me," he added, nodding and going to grab a few more ales.

"Brat?" he demanded, opening the bottles and shaking his head. "You want to talk about tempting someone? Let's discuss how you left me slumped against a wall on Saturday in the middle of Stoatshead with my cock so hard that the walk home sucked." He tried to glare but a shadow of a smile peeked through. "Complete tosser. You can't even talk about me being tempting, or about me not being nice

[shh_wayne]

At Zach's words, Wayne had to laugh. "Very together? Mate, you've tested the limit of my restraint more times than I care to admit in the last couple of weeks," he said

[shh_zach]

"I'm not snogging her, or shagging her," Zach said at once, sitting up a bit straighter. "I've not even kissed her properly. I'm not... I'm not some bloke who would just play with people that way."

He pushed his pasta around the plate before taking another bite and the replying. "I am not trying to decide between the two of you. How can you think that? You're both completely different. There is no comparison. I want... I want to have both of you in my life. I just don't know how that's going to work. And I don't know why you effect me the way you do. Maybe if I did, I could understand things a bit better." He sighed. "I can't get you out of my head, and when you're close to me... it drives me mad." He looked up at Wayne, holding his eyes. "Am I a bad person? Does it make me a bad person that I'm attracted to both of you?"

[shh_wayne]

"Sorry. I wasn't sure what you were doing with her, seeing as I just know what you've done with me," he said simply. "And, no, you're not that way. If you were, I'd certainly not be considering how this attraction could mean something more in time

[shh_zach]

Zach nodded, unsure how to respond to most of what Wayne had said. He did not want this to boil down to a choice. How could he choose?

"I don't... ah fuck. Two weeks ago my life made sense. I was caring for my niece and my sister and my brother, up all bloody night, exhausted, unhappy and lonely... but at least my brain didn't feel like it was going to leak out of my ears. Then it's like everything exploded at once. I knew that I liked blokes. Not something I liked or wanted to talk about and I'd never planned on acting on it. And things with Mandy had been normal, same flirting, same friendship. Then I come back here and..." He looked up at Wayne. "I don't expect anyone to wait while my mind sorts itself out. But you'll have to forgive me if I fuck up occasionally. This is all entirely new to me. All of it."

Zach felt himself flush slightly at Wayne's words and he smiled. "And here I thought I was helping you out by wearing ratty clothes and not having time to dry my hair. You on the other hand dressed. I'd say you have the upper

[shh_wayne]

When Zach squeezed his forearm, he groaned. "New rule: no touching when I'm fighting the urge to push you against the table and take complete advantage, yeah?"

Zach put two glasses on the table, so he opened the scotch and filled them, focusing so he'd not spill anything. Zach came back in from the kitchen and stuck his hand out, which should be safe enough to touch.

"Don't think a table matters at all," he muttered, taking Zach's hand and standing. He didn't let go right away, instead letting his fingers explore the curve of Zach's palm and the back of his hand before he finally released it.

"Ready to try dancing or you want some scotch first?"

[shh_zach]

Zach held his breath as Wayne's fingers moved over his hand, each soft touch making his stomach seem to tighten.

"You said no touching," he breathed, stepping a bit closer, unthinking, his hand still feeling the ghost of Wayne's touch. He closed his eyes for a minute, bowing his head.

"Yeah. Scotch first. Definitely." He looked up and took a step back. "I need all the help I can get. "

[shh_wayne]

"Did I?" He blinked and nodded. "Right. Sorry."

He smiled sheepishly. "Not my fault you're so fucking irresistible. I blame you for that, mate."

He drank half his glass of scotch in one long near gulp, feeling it burn as it went down his throat. After he felt somewhat less likely to pounce without remembering their current situation, he walked over to the play and flipped through his CDs.

"This is a favorite for slow, sensual dancing," he said as he put in the disc and pushed the button until the opening of 'Summertime' began. He set down his glass and walked over to Zach, grinning as he moved his hips slightly in rhythm with the horns that were playing. "Another Ella, a favorite. Wanna dance?"

[shh_zach]

He would have answered, really, had his mouth not just gone completely dry. His eyes were rivetted on Wayne's body, on his hips as they moved to the beat of the music and the way his chest moved under his shirt and holy fuck he was walking closer.

Zach drank half his glass in one go as well. Sensing that this wasn't going to be nearly enough, he finished it off, his eyes watering from the burn.

Clearing his throat, he looked up at Wayne. "I'm not sure I've had enough to drink. I told you, I have no rhythm."

[shh_wayne]

The kiss deepened when Zach responded, both of them rocking together in a dance that was definitely guided by instinct. They knew the moves, even if the partners were new.

Thankfully, the feeling of Zach's hand on him caused all the really pathetic comparisons to flee his mind. Touch. Taste. Feel. Naked. Come. A repeated mantra that did make him feel fifteen again, just discovering the pleasures of wanking, much to the amusement of his brothers who called him a 'late bloomer'.

This was so fucking much better than wanking, though. Zach's wrist pressed against his erection, and he groaned as his hips bucked forward, seeking more contact. He moved his lips along Zach's jaw and neck, sucking the skin and marking it again, since he'd noticed the other marks had faded during the last week.

[shh_zach]

Zach tilted his head back, gasping, and bit his bottom lip as Wayne's lips moved over his throat, wet and warm. Wayne felt huge against his arm and he moved his hand, his heart in his throat, until his palm was cupping his bulge.

"This okay?" he asked quietly, unsure. He didn't know the protocol for something like this, or what Wayne expected, or what was right. He felt very much out of his depth, but the arousal was so extreme that he didn't have much energy left to be too afraid.

[shh_wayne]

"Fuck," he hissed when he felt Zach's hand cupping him. He shuddered slightly and pressed forward, seeking more contact.

"'s definitely okay." Like he'd say no? Like he'd even be able to say no at this point. He pulled back slightly, looking down at Zach's shirt before he said, "Hope that's not new."

He ripped it from the collar, listening the fabric tear enough to reveal the smooth skin beneath. "'ll repair it later, or buy you a new one," he muttered before he lowered his head and licked Zach's collarbone.

He reached up and pushed the torn fabric back so he could touch, dragging his fingers lightly up Zach's ribs before he brushed his thumb over his nipple. "This okay?" he asked before he flicked his tongue over one of Zach's nipples and rocked forward against his hand.

[shh_zach]

A tremor of arousal shot through him, overriding the shock at Wayne's display of strength and need. His shirt was ripped open, the cool air of the room carressing his chest, followed by Wayne's lips.

He tightened his hold on his cock.

Head thrown back, fighting not to cry out, he curled his other fingers around Wayne's arm, holding him tight, not sure if it was okay with him, not knowing how he'd react if things went much further, but knowing that there was no way he could tell him no.