Fic : Snuggle, Cuddle and Coddle (Pinto, PG13)
For zoetrope13 who requested fluff in a Pinto fic at the ontd_pinto Santa Post
Words : 949
Genre : Fluff
Pairing : Pinto
Summary : Zach is tired and Chris helps him drift off.
Zach let his head rest on the wall of the elevator, his eyes drooping and his back starting to scream. He had had barely a moment to rest between back to back shows of Angels, openings and premieres. He had tried to get a night off but of course it had been the Signature Theater’s anniversary party and there was no way he was getting out of that. Four, maybe five hours sleep and then he would have to be up, get in a few interviews and send some emails. He jumped as the elevator pinged and he was able to lurch out of it and propel himself down the hallway.
As he turned the corner to his apartment his heart leapt, then sank almost as fast. “Chris?”
Chris jumped to his feet, dropping his book in the process. “I tailgated and hoped you’d left a key under the mat like in the movies.” He grinned and opened his arms wide.
Zach leaned into the hug, barely able to stand. “Great to see you, man.” He meant it, but this was the worst time for Chris to come visit. He was totally exhausted and just wanted to fall into bed, but now he guessed he’d have to entertain. He felt like crying.
“Whoah!”Chris gently shoved him back. “You weigh a ton, can’t you keep upright?”
“Not right now. I’m...I’m really glad you’re here.” Zach stopped himself from admitting his tiredness just at the last minute. It would be rude to get rid of Chris, he could down a few coffees and get through it. Maybe he could catch forty winks on stage again.....
“Zaaaaa-aach... You kinda zoned out there for a minute. Give me your keys.” Chris took the keys from his hand and opened the door, guiding him through. “So I thought maybe we could play a few games of Scrabble and then try and catch a late bar, whaddya think?”
Zach’s face fell until he saw Chris crack up. “Oh my God, I thought you were serious.”
“Are you kidding? You look like a dead man. No, go get into bed, I’ll be in in a minute.” Chris went into the kitchen and Zach gave him a double take.
“What? You’ll be in where?”
Chris turned, pulling hot chocolate out of his backpack and setting it on the side. “I’ll be in your bed. Well, on your bed. I’m going to make sure you get a good night’s sleep. Go!” He shooed him away and went back to the hot chocolate.
Zach headed to the bedroom, still perplexed but pretty sure that Chris wasn’t going to be persuaded. He even had supplies. Pulling his shirt over his head, he flung it somewhere in the general vicinity of a chair and sent the rest of his clothes the same way until he was down to his boxers. He dug into the deepest recesses of his chest of drawers and pulled out his soft, flannel plaid pyjama pants and a long sleeved ribbed cotton shirt. The next thing he knew, there was the scent of hot chocolate flooding his nostrils and a tiny bit of drool was escaping from his lips.
“Guh, wha?” He lifted his head and realised he was under the covers. Chris was smiling at him, Zach’s favourite mug from the Star Trek set in his hand. “No marshmallows?”
“Trick question. You don’t like marshmallows. And before you ask, this isn’t the exact same one, I had to get it off eBay. Jimmy the mug was..well, he’s in mug heaven now.”
Zach groaned as he took his first sip. “I fell asleep on stage.”
“I know, I read it on LJ. There were lots of rumours.”
“What’s LJ?”
“It’s er...just a website.” Chris scooched closer and slung a comforting arm around Zach’s shoulder, his fingertips stroking Zach’s upper arm soothingly. Zach felt the warmth of Chris’s breath on his ear and set down his hot chocolate, snuggling up to Chris like a kitten squirming into the crook of an elbow. “Oh I see, you want a patented full body Chrissy cuddle. You’re so transparent Zachary.”
Zach sighed as Chris moulded their bodies together, holding him tight so that almost every part of their bodies, from the tips of their ears to their entwined ankles, were touching. Chris smelled like soap and chocolate and his solid grip relaxed Zach beyond comprehension. “Bedtime kiss?” He whispered, smiling as Chris’s laugh rumbled through them both.
“You wish.” Chris paused before setting his dry lips against Zach’s cheek and giving him a slow, chaste peck. “You know this is pretty metrosexual of me already, don’t push your luck or I might have a gay freak out.”
“Hey, you’re the one who got me into bed, remember?” Zach wiggled in Chris’s grasp and tried, and failed, to suppress a yawn.
“Hmm, anyway, drink up your hot chocolate, it’s sleepy time.” Chris reached behind him to fluff his pillow and Zach gulped down a few mouthfuls before setting Jimmy the Mug Mark 2 back on the nightstand. He wasn’t entirely sure what Chris’s plan was but his increasing tiredness and the sugar crash from the hot chocolate were combining to make him not care as long as he could sleep sometime soon.
He shuffled down and felt an arm behind him .Instinctively he curled into Chris’s body and sighed as the duvet was secured snuggly and warmth began to spread from his toes upwards. The light went out and Chris’s other arm came to rest across Zach’s back.
“Night, sleepy Zach.” Chris whispered. It was the last thing Zach heard before the best night’s sleep he ever had.
Words : 949
Genre : Fluff
Pairing : Pinto
Summary : Zach is tired and Chris helps him drift off.
Zach let his head rest on the wall of the elevator, his eyes drooping and his back starting to scream. He had had barely a moment to rest between back to back shows of Angels, openings and premieres. He had tried to get a night off but of course it had been the Signature Theater’s anniversary party and there was no way he was getting out of that. Four, maybe five hours sleep and then he would have to be up, get in a few interviews and send some emails. He jumped as the elevator pinged and he was able to lurch out of it and propel himself down the hallway.
As he turned the corner to his apartment his heart leapt, then sank almost as fast. “Chris?”
Chris jumped to his feet, dropping his book in the process. “I tailgated and hoped you’d left a key under the mat like in the movies.” He grinned and opened his arms wide.
Zach leaned into the hug, barely able to stand. “Great to see you, man.” He meant it, but this was the worst time for Chris to come visit. He was totally exhausted and just wanted to fall into bed, but now he guessed he’d have to entertain. He felt like crying.
“Whoah!”Chris gently shoved him back. “You weigh a ton, can’t you keep upright?”
“Not right now. I’m...I’m really glad you’re here.” Zach stopped himself from admitting his tiredness just at the last minute. It would be rude to get rid of Chris, he could down a few coffees and get through it. Maybe he could catch forty winks on stage again.....
“Zaaaaa-aach... You kinda zoned out there for a minute. Give me your keys.” Chris took the keys from his hand and opened the door, guiding him through. “So I thought maybe we could play a few games of Scrabble and then try and catch a late bar, whaddya think?”
Zach’s face fell until he saw Chris crack up. “Oh my God, I thought you were serious.”
“Are you kidding? You look like a dead man. No, go get into bed, I’ll be in in a minute.” Chris went into the kitchen and Zach gave him a double take.
“What? You’ll be in where?”
Chris turned, pulling hot chocolate out of his backpack and setting it on the side. “I’ll be in your bed. Well, on your bed. I’m going to make sure you get a good night’s sleep. Go!” He shooed him away and went back to the hot chocolate.
Zach headed to the bedroom, still perplexed but pretty sure that Chris wasn’t going to be persuaded. He even had supplies. Pulling his shirt over his head, he flung it somewhere in the general vicinity of a chair and sent the rest of his clothes the same way until he was down to his boxers. He dug into the deepest recesses of his chest of drawers and pulled out his soft, flannel plaid pyjama pants and a long sleeved ribbed cotton shirt. The next thing he knew, there was the scent of hot chocolate flooding his nostrils and a tiny bit of drool was escaping from his lips.
“Guh, wha?” He lifted his head and realised he was under the covers. Chris was smiling at him, Zach’s favourite mug from the Star Trek set in his hand. “No marshmallows?”
“Trick question. You don’t like marshmallows. And before you ask, this isn’t the exact same one, I had to get it off eBay. Jimmy the mug was..well, he’s in mug heaven now.”
Zach groaned as he took his first sip. “I fell asleep on stage.”
“I know, I read it on LJ. There were lots of rumours.”
“What’s LJ?”
“It’s er...just a website.” Chris scooched closer and slung a comforting arm around Zach’s shoulder, his fingertips stroking Zach’s upper arm soothingly. Zach felt the warmth of Chris’s breath on his ear and set down his hot chocolate, snuggling up to Chris like a kitten squirming into the crook of an elbow. “Oh I see, you want a patented full body Chrissy cuddle. You’re so transparent Zachary.”
Zach sighed as Chris moulded their bodies together, holding him tight so that almost every part of their bodies, from the tips of their ears to their entwined ankles, were touching. Chris smelled like soap and chocolate and his solid grip relaxed Zach beyond comprehension. “Bedtime kiss?” He whispered, smiling as Chris’s laugh rumbled through them both.
“You wish.” Chris paused before setting his dry lips against Zach’s cheek and giving him a slow, chaste peck. “You know this is pretty metrosexual of me already, don’t push your luck or I might have a gay freak out.”
“Hey, you’re the one who got me into bed, remember?” Zach wiggled in Chris’s grasp and tried, and failed, to suppress a yawn.
“Hmm, anyway, drink up your hot chocolate, it’s sleepy time.” Chris reached behind him to fluff his pillow and Zach gulped down a few mouthfuls before setting Jimmy the Mug Mark 2 back on the nightstand. He wasn’t entirely sure what Chris’s plan was but his increasing tiredness and the sugar crash from the hot chocolate were combining to make him not care as long as he could sleep sometime soon.
He shuffled down and felt an arm behind him .Instinctively he curled into Chris’s body and sighed as the duvet was secured snuggly and warmth began to spread from his toes upwards. The light went out and Chris’s other arm came to rest across Zach’s back.
“Night, sleepy Zach.” Chris whispered. It was the last thing Zach heard before the best night’s sleep he ever had.