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_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."

Grinning, he handed him his ale and nodded, leaning in. The sauce smelled wonderful and he parted his lips before closing them around the spoon, letting his eyes fall closed at the taste. He pulled back and smiled. "Impressive," he said, looking up at Wayne. "It's wonderful."

And really, he should not continue to stand that close to him. The way he smelled. Whatever cologne he had on, Zach needed to buy a vat of it. "Um... maybe I should set the table," he said, running a hand through his hair and licking a bit of sauce from his lips.

[shh_wayne]

"Shouldn't be scared of them then," he pointed out with a rather smug smile. "If they can smell your fear, which is pretty amazing since, you know, they're not alive, then you have to be confident and know that you're master of the oven."

"You can dance, and, tonight, you will dance," he said simply. "Don't wanna dance by myself, after all. Besides, no one's watching, so you can look like a fool and I'll just find it cute."

Hearing Zach say the word cock caused a reaction that he really wish it hadn't. Bloody hell, he got turned on just hearing him talk. This was bad. He practically see the bright flashing signs that said 'Danger Ahead' and 'Approach with Caution'. He's interested in someone else, too, Hopkins. There'll be none of that when the bloke can't make up his mind.

"Suppose if you'd have been tempted and ready, you'd have stopped by the centre," he pointed out, cringing slightly at the low tone of his voice. "And like it didn't cause a reaction in me, too. 'sides, that was your fault for being all tempting at lunch." He nodded his head as if that was the final word.

Wayne took the ale and set it down on the counter so he could finish making dinner. When Zach leaned forward to taste the sauce, he bit his lip hard to keep from groaning as he watched Zach's lips enclose around the spoon as his eyes shut. "Glad you like it," he said gruffly, clearing his throat before he licked the spoon and murmured a cleaning charm before putting it back into the sauce.

"Setting the table's good. Right." He glanced up at Zach and reached over to wipe his thumb along the corner of Zach's lips. He met his eyes as he sucked the sauce from his thumb before he murmured, "Missed a spot."

[shh_zach]

"I'm scared of them because they burn me. Repeatedly. They're out to get me, I'm telling you. As to dancing, what do you mean no one will be watching? You will be watching. And I think I've explained to you why calling me cute is not on."

Wayne's voice changed as he talked about Saturday and Zach glanced at him, wondering if maybe it had effected Wayne after all. He just always seemed so much more in control than Zach. "Yeah?" he said, "you think? Cause I wasn't the one licking my lips again and again. That was you. And if I'd stopped by the centre, I know for a fact that I'd not have been able to control myself. So it had nothing to do with not being tempted. I was tempted. Still am, at that."

He sucked in a sharp breath as Wayne's thumb grazed his lip. Fucking hell. His eyes met Wayne's as Wayne sucked his thumb into his mouth and Zach felt his entire body heat up. "Fuck," he murmured. Another breath. Breathe, breathe, just bloody breathe. "Table. I'm setting it." He couldn't resist reaching up and letting his fingers graze against the silk material of his tie before moving around him to the cupboard that contained the dishes.

No way he was going to make it through tonight without passing out from sheer arousal and lack of release. And he really hoped that Wayne wouldn't notice that his hands were shaking as he got the dishes down.

[shh_wayne]

"Maybe we should look into doing an exorcism," he suggested as seriously possible. "Be gone demons from the burners who are out to attack Zach." He picked up his ale and spilled a little on the burner that had been used for the sauce, listening to it sizzle. "There. All better now."

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll wear a blindfold," he said with a shrug. "Then no one will be watching you, so no excuses. After all, I don't have to watch my feet to dance. And you'd not have to whine about being called cute if you'd stop acting it."

He watched Zach's face when he licked the sauce off his thumb, gripping the counter momentarily to resist touching. "Yeah, set the table. Right," he echoed, wondering if he sounded as bloody stupid as he thought he must. When Zach touched his tie, he groaned softly before reaching for the sauce. Focus, you git.

It took him time to concentrate, but, once he did, he tried to ignore how close Zach was standing as he emptied the water from the pasta and added the sauce before stirring. If he'd thought about it, he'd have stopped by Roma for bread of some kind or got salad, since the pasta might not be enough. Oh well, it'd have to do.

He glanced at Zach and smiled. "Food's done."

[shh_zach]

"Sorry, mate. It's not just these burners. I can't cook anywhere it seems. But thanks for the exorcism. I'll let you know how it goes, but you'll probably be able to tell by the singe marks on my face."

"You wear a blindfold and I won't have to dance. I can just tell you that I am. How will you know?" he asked, grinning.

Zach tried to keep his mind on getting the table set but it wasn't easy. When Wayne announced that the food was done he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Good. I'm starving. And besides, it'll give me something to focus on besides how good you look." He laughed nervously and sat down at the table, keeping his eyes on his plate. "But now that I've stupidly blurted that out, maybe it'll be a bit easier." Yeah, Wayne was going to think him a complete moron.

[shh_wayne]

"Eh, you can always heal them, at least," he teased. "Besides, scorched might look good on you."

He snorted. "You can't get out of it that easy, Smith. I'd have a blindfold, but I'd still be able to touch," he pointed out, trying not to think too much about touching Zach.

Doing so under the guise of dancing wouldn't be pressuring him, though. It would just be dancing. Right. God, he was pathetic. After years of not really caring about being alone, he'd had to go and find himself attracted to a man who was interested in someone else while also dealing with the whole liking blokes thing.

When Zach mentioned how good he looked, Wayne ducked his head and smiled. "Not looking too bad yourself, mate," he murmured, running his hand over his head before gripping the back of his neck and looking up at Zach. "Hopefully things'll be easier, if you're having trouble and all."

[shh_zach]

The thought of Wayne touching him made his stomach tighten. "You might just talk me into dancing yet, mate," he said quietly.

Once the pasta and sauce was divvied out, they sat down, and Zach opened a few more bottles of ale.

"Thanks, but I had hoped to look a bit better. I came in and fell asleep and just woke up fifteen minutes before you got here. Hairs still wet." He took a bite of his pasta and hummed appreciatively. "Wow. Very nice. That's it, you have to cook for me all the time." He chewed slowly and swallowed before looking up and catching Wayne's eyes. "I'm just... having trouble keeping my hands off of you. God, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I thought this type of thing was supposed to get easier the older you got."

[shh_wayne]

"If you'd looked any better, I'd have been knocked off my feet without a doubt," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "The wet hair's about done me in already."

He shrugged, wishing he'd learned how to be subtle and mysterious instead of open and honest. He hadn't, though, so it was little wonder that he had a bad habit of saying things without thinking. He took a bite of the food and was relieved that it tasted pretty fucking good.

"Hiring me as your cook, huh? Do I have to wear one of those frilly aprons that says 'Kiss the cook'?" he asked with a grin. "Glad it's not utter shite, since I was distracted while making the sauce."

At Zach's admission, he coughed and stared at him. "You are?" He cringed when he heard the squeak in his voice, having to chuckle as he said, "Looks like you're not the only one who's fifteen again. Bloody hell. Right now, I'd have to say that it definitely doesn't get easier."

[shh_zach]

"But..." Zach didn't quite know how to respond. "You seem very together with everything. I mean... you seem as if this doesn't bother you, me being here, and I... I can't seem to get my blood hormones under control." He smiled softly at him and took another bite of his pasta. "I just... I don't want to come off as a kid, you know? I want... ah fuck, I don't know." He sipped his ale. "Amd yeah, I can get with you wearing a frilly apron, but I'm not sure you'll be okay with it mate."