'Totally Not Gay' [David Henrie/Zac Efron]
Title: "Totally Not Gay"
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes
Pairing: David Henrie/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~1,000
Summary: It’s been a while since Zac’s had someone do this.
Disclaimer: I really don't think it's plausible in the slightest that I own either of these two, or that this is real life.
Author's Notes: Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/David Henrie - oral."
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“This totally doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
David’s on his knees, eye-level with the glistening tip of Zac’s cock. He runs his tongue across his dry bottom lip and looks up.
“Like. I like girls, dude, you know what I’m saying? This is just a…”
“A change of pace?” Zac supplies when the sentence never gets finished, tilting his head wryly like he doesn’t believe it for a second.
David drops his gaze back down to Zac’s erection. “I never do this, you’re just. Hot,” he mumbles, like he might get out of having to face the implications of this if he only admits it softly.
“Yeah, you’re not so bad yourself,” Zac concedes with a grin, reaching down to rub the back of David’s right shoulder. “That a tattoo?”
“Yup,” David says just a little too casually, like he’s trying to hide the fact that a couple of Barbie-mug-sized containers of ink and a needle produced something that makes him feel so badass it’s unreal. Zac can see right through him. “My mom went apeshit when she saw it, but I’m legal now so there’s nothing she can do.”
It’s obvious that he's at least trying to maintain eye contact even though he keeps sneaking little glances downwards (and Zac can’t really blame him). He was obviously brought up to be polite, although Zac doubts whoever taught David Henrie manners ever anticipated that he’d be in this particular situation.
“You’re legal for ink, at least,” Zac says archly. “What are you, eighteen?”
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty-one, bitch.” Zac mimes dusting off his shoulders, the motion making his erection quiver.
David swallows. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I have, but only to girls, obviously - lots of girls - so it’s different.”
“No shit.” Zac knows David’s gonna be fantastic (he’s got the lips for it), but wants to give him crap anyway. This whole thing has awoken a bizarre Disney hazing instinct within him, or something. “You won’t know until you try.”
David gets the hint. He takes a breath, closes his eyes for a second like he’s psyching himself up for something huge (he kind of is, Zac thinks, and smirks to himself). With no apparent warning he leans forward, takes Zac’s tip in his mouth, and sucks.
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It’s been a while since Zac’s had someone do this. While they were filming HSM3, Lucas would blow him almost daily in the bathrooms, and ever since then he’s been going through withdrawals. What he means to say is, yeah, it’s fair to say he’s desperate, which is the only reason he makes a noise as soon as David’s lips curve around him. The only reason. Shit, he’s not a girl.
David’s eyebrows quirk upwards and he runs his tongue once around the head before relinquishing it. “Okay?”
“Good,” Zac says. His breathing’s a little irregular already, and he hopes David hasn’t noticed. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s begging for it or anything but he kind of needs the warmth of the kid's mouth on him again, like right now, so he says, “Uh. More?”
A flicker of something passes across David’s face just long enough for Zac to realize with a profound sinking feeling that David’s figured out how much he needs this. That he’s no longer the one in control.
David just shrugs and says, “Sure,” rather lightly. He spits on his hand and grasps the base of Zac’s cock firmly before taking it between his lips. Zac inhales sharply, hips jerking forward of their own volition, and he can’t believe how good it feels when David swivels his wrist and begins moving his mouth up and down.
“Are you… are you sure you’ve never…?” he gasps out because really, this kid. Zac knows David’s involved in some show about wizards but never anticipated actual magic.
David doesn’t break his rhythm as he looks up at Zac, their gazes locking, and Zac gets chills from the intensity he sees in the other boy’s eyes. On second thought, he muses, he doesn’t really want an answer. He doesn’t want David to stop for anything.
He gets as far as “Never mind, just-” before his voice gives out. David may or may not look amused (it’s hard to tell from this angle), but Zac can certainly feel the other boy’s lips tugging into the unmistakable shape of a smile because they. are on. his cock. And that? That is awesome.
David slides his hand away, rests it on a conveniently located hipbone and takes Zac in like he’s been doing it all his life. Zac’s eyes almost roll back in his head, and that’s as sure a sign as any that the kid is just as talented as Lucas. David’s lips lock around him and he can feel the boy’s tongue pressing up, tip flicking at the underside of his cock. Zac's aware of the explosion building inside him as David begins to bob slowly up and down - he’d be embarrassed to reach this point so soon but for the fact that he’s so busy focusing on the remarkable sensation of every single cell in his body being primed for release. There’s simply no room to feel anything else. David picks up the pace, reaching up to cup Zac’s balls like he wants to feel them getting higher and tighter and oh, Zac jolts forward and shoots right into David’s mouth, David’s throat, and that little bitch (no way is this his first time) takes him right down to the base, sucking slowly and intensely until he’s spent.
David bobs off triumphantly, wiping a strand of come off his chin.
“So… good?” he asks sort of smugly, but Zac can’t speak - can barely breathe - so he waits patiently for an answer, resting his forehead against Zac’s hip while allowing the older boy to gently stroke his hair.
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual themes
Pairing: David Henrie/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~1,000
Summary: It’s been a while since Zac’s had someone do this.
Disclaimer: I really don't think it's plausible in the slightest that I own either of these two, or that this is real life.
Author's Notes: Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/David Henrie - oral."
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“This totally doesn’t mean I’m gay.”
David’s on his knees, eye-level with the glistening tip of Zac’s cock. He runs his tongue across his dry bottom lip and looks up.
“Like. I like girls, dude, you know what I’m saying? This is just a…”
“A change of pace?” Zac supplies when the sentence never gets finished, tilting his head wryly like he doesn’t believe it for a second.
David drops his gaze back down to Zac’s erection. “I never do this, you’re just. Hot,” he mumbles, like he might get out of having to face the implications of this if he only admits it softly.
“Yeah, you’re not so bad yourself,” Zac concedes with a grin, reaching down to rub the back of David’s right shoulder. “That a tattoo?”
“Yup,” David says just a little too casually, like he’s trying to hide the fact that a couple of Barbie-mug-sized containers of ink and a needle produced something that makes him feel so badass it’s unreal. Zac can see right through him. “My mom went apeshit when she saw it, but I’m legal now so there’s nothing she can do.”
It’s obvious that he's at least trying to maintain eye contact even though he keeps sneaking little glances downwards (and Zac can’t really blame him). He was obviously brought up to be polite, although Zac doubts whoever taught David Henrie manners ever anticipated that he’d be in this particular situation.
“You’re legal for ink, at least,” Zac says archly. “What are you, eighteen?”
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty-one, bitch.” Zac mimes dusting off his shoulders, the motion making his erection quiver.
David swallows. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I have, but only to girls, obviously - lots of girls - so it’s different.”
“No shit.” Zac knows David’s gonna be fantastic (he’s got the lips for it), but wants to give him crap anyway. This whole thing has awoken a bizarre Disney hazing instinct within him, or something. “You won’t know until you try.”
David gets the hint. He takes a breath, closes his eyes for a second like he’s psyching himself up for something huge (he kind of is, Zac thinks, and smirks to himself). With no apparent warning he leans forward, takes Zac’s tip in his mouth, and sucks.
--
It’s been a while since Zac’s had someone do this. While they were filming HSM3, Lucas would blow him almost daily in the bathrooms, and ever since then he’s been going through withdrawals. What he means to say is, yeah, it’s fair to say he’s desperate, which is the only reason he makes a noise as soon as David’s lips curve around him. The only reason. Shit, he’s not a girl.
David’s eyebrows quirk upwards and he runs his tongue once around the head before relinquishing it. “Okay?”
“Good,” Zac says. His breathing’s a little irregular already, and he hopes David hasn’t noticed. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s begging for it or anything but he kind of needs the warmth of the kid's mouth on him again, like right now, so he says, “Uh. More?”
A flicker of something passes across David’s face just long enough for Zac to realize with a profound sinking feeling that David’s figured out how much he needs this. That he’s no longer the one in control.
David just shrugs and says, “Sure,” rather lightly. He spits on his hand and grasps the base of Zac’s cock firmly before taking it between his lips. Zac inhales sharply, hips jerking forward of their own volition, and he can’t believe how good it feels when David swivels his wrist and begins moving his mouth up and down.
“Are you… are you sure you’ve never…?” he gasps out because really, this kid. Zac knows David’s involved in some show about wizards but never anticipated actual magic.
David doesn’t break his rhythm as he looks up at Zac, their gazes locking, and Zac gets chills from the intensity he sees in the other boy’s eyes. On second thought, he muses, he doesn’t really want an answer. He doesn’t want David to stop for anything.
He gets as far as “Never mind, just-” before his voice gives out. David may or may not look amused (it’s hard to tell from this angle), but Zac can certainly feel the other boy’s lips tugging into the unmistakable shape of a smile because they. are on. his cock. And that? That is awesome.
David slides his hand away, rests it on a conveniently located hipbone and takes Zac in like he’s been doing it all his life. Zac’s eyes almost roll back in his head, and that’s as sure a sign as any that the kid is just as talented as Lucas. David’s lips lock around him and he can feel the boy’s tongue pressing up, tip flicking at the underside of his cock. Zac's aware of the explosion building inside him as David begins to bob slowly up and down - he’d be embarrassed to reach this point so soon but for the fact that he’s so busy focusing on the remarkable sensation of every single cell in his body being primed for release. There’s simply no room to feel anything else. David picks up the pace, reaching up to cup Zac’s balls like he wants to feel them getting higher and tighter and oh, Zac jolts forward and shoots right into David’s mouth, David’s throat, and that little bitch (no way is this his first time) takes him right down to the base, sucking slowly and intensely until he’s spent.
David bobs off triumphantly, wiping a strand of come off his chin.
“So… good?” he asks sort of smugly, but Zac can’t speak - can barely breathe - so he waits patiently for an answer, resting his forehead against Zac’s hip while allowing the older boy to gently stroke his hair.
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