So, this is pretty self-explanatory, we're closely following in the footsteps of
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“Blah blah,” says Zach. “Emotionally constipated narrator, wife’s blind friend barges in, the guy tries to describe the cathedral to him. I am actually like twelve times more literate than you are. This tequila-stupid version of Zachary Quinto is an anomaly.”
“Whatever makes you feel better,” says Chris, grinning at him, and Zach is suddenly grateful that he isn’t blind, because whatever else Chris is he is a pleasure to look at, especially when he smiles, especially in the sunlight. He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, almost self-consciously -- and that’s beautiful too -- and darts Zach a quick, strange look.
“Go ahead,” says Zach. “Thrill me.” He pulls his knees up and rests his elbows on them.
“I don’t know if it’s going to have the full impact,” Chris says. “You kind of need the build-up to get how great it is. It’s cheap just coming in at the end.” He does look self-conscious. This story, Zach realizes sort of insanely, is Chris’s girlfriend, and now he has to introduce her to his social circle and he’s worried that it’s going to be weird.
“I’m not going to judge your girlfriend,” he says. “I’m too hungover,” and what’s really strange is that Chris seems to actually get what he means, because he laughs and pushes his glasses up, unfolding the corner of the page: clears his throat again, settles his shoulders against the wall at the head of the bed, so one long thigh presses against Zach's shoulder.
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“ ‘Are they closed?’ he said. ‘Don’t fudge.’
“ ‘They’re closed,’ I said.
“ ‘Keep them that way,’ he said. He said, ‘Don’t stop now. Draw.’ ”
Chris coughs and glances sideways at him. Zach doesn’t say anything.
“So we kept on with it. His fingers rode my fingers as my hand went over the paper. It was like nothing else in my life up to now.
“Then he said, ‘I think that’s it. I think you got it,’ he said. ‘Take a look. What do you think?’
“But I had my eyes closed. I thought I’d keep them that way for a little longer. I thought it was something I ought to do.”
Zach realizes that Chris isn’t looking at the open book before him. His half-lidded eyes are on something out the window: he knows the passage by heart.
“ ‘Well?” he said. ‘Are you looking?’
“My eyes were still closed. I was in my house. I knew that. But I didn’t feel like I was inside anything.
“ ‘It’s really something,’ I said.”
Zach can hear everything now: the rumble of the ice machine down the hall, a muffled conversation, the strains of an unfamiliar theme song from someone’s television. His head still throbs, and he can’t take his eyes off Chris. Who doesn't even seem to notice what's happening: just shuts the book in one hand and smacks the cover as if to emphasize a point.
“The End,” he says, in his normal voice. “Wipe your tears, bitch. Raymond Carver will do that to you. Did you get owned, or did you get super-owned?”
“I like your girlfriend,” Zach says. “She can stay.” Almost without meaning to he touches the back of Chris’s wrist with two fingers. And maybe he’s still drunk, but he could swear Chris shivers, just a little, at the brush of his skin.
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This story, Zach realizes sort of insanely, is Chris’s girlfriend, and now he has to introduce her to his social circle and he’s worried that it’s going to be weird.
GUH. YES. I AM DONE BEING ARTICULATE NOW.
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BECAUSE THIS CHRIS WAS ALREADY MY CANON CHRIS AND GOD I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE
anon, if you are on my FL, I will laugh and laugh, because I pulled this shit on you guys a few days back with The Sun Also Rises and I felt a little like a fool.
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I am not on your flist but clearly your excellent taste in canon indicates that I should be. as soon as i finish the other like 900 pages of this and de-anon.
ps "sun also rises" is totally his favorite hemingway amirite
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This OP completely loves you. That was glorious. One big passage that sings, honest to God.
Big bonus internets for Chris Pine's Smile in the Sun. Even more bonus internets for the crossword puzzle. SO MANY INTERNETS.
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i'm pretty sure Pinto doing the Sunday NYTimes crossword puzzle over breakfast burritos is my secretest kink. HELP
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Best new I've had all day! (ME TOO OMG.)
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
1. You spelled Berkeley correctly! &hearts
2. Sweet, sweet banter.
3. With geography!
4. Moleskine of English-major sadness. Because it is so true. Chris still has all the ones he wrote in when he was an English major at home somewhere. Archived by year.
5. The whole idea of Chris reading one of his favorite passages aloud to Zach. True (and embarrassing) story: I once read an entire passage from Martin Amis's London Fields (and from which I got my username) to a boy I liked. Which is to say, yeah, Chris is totally in love with Zach.
6. And for this: he could swear Chris shivers, just a little, at the brush of his skin. *shivers*
Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for this story. It's a glorious mix of perfect characterization, breath-stealing sexual tension, and Azerbaijani capitals. And finally, dearest, loveliest anon, I would love to know who you are so I can thank you properly for this. Like giving you my firstborn or my first edition Northanger Abbey. :D
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1. not gonna lie, googled it to be sure.
4. TOTALLY hahaha. with all his term papers folded up inside.
5. omg omg i did that too! well not with martin amis but with e.m. forster. we're all embarrassing here. and by embarrassing i mean SUPER AWESOME. nerd-five! man, i gotta read "london fields."
1st-edition northanger abbey are you SERIOUS?? you lucky dog. re: de-anoning, let's see how the next 10 EFFING PAGES of this story end up.
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