The Perks of Leadership (or How Chris Bagged his Speech Writer...Like a Boss) [Chris/Zach - NC-17]
Title: The Perks of Leadership (or How Chris Bagged his Speech Writer...Like a Boss)
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5,000
Summary: For this prompt at trek_rpf_kink. Wherein Chris is a Senator and Zach is the snarky speech-writer who crawls under Chris' skin and refuses to budge. Also Zoe is a gay-enabler and Chris sort of owes her.
A/N: Basically fudgebean is awesome and makes me feel so much better about my writing with her squee and talky words. This is also for fortassetu for various reasons of which the most important is purely that she is pretty epic.
“Senator Pine?” The intern who poked his head around the door was fidgety, nervous and completely unsuited to this work environment. Chris liked to call him Dopey.
“Yes?” He replied, quirking an eyebrow and watching in interest as the intern scurried into the room to drop a pile of papers on his desk; the kid looked barely older than sixteen.
“The ratings from your televised speeches this week have come in,” the kid swallowed nervously and tugged at his shirt collar.
Chris had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and merely settled for sending his best glare in the kid’s direction and snapping, “Is that all? Shouldn’t you be making coffee or something?”
The kid’s eyes widened and he practically sprinted out of the room, muttering a hasty apology to Zoe as she walked in, sending a pitying gaze after him as he bolted down the corridor; “You need to stop playing with the interns,” she said, giving Chris her best ‘I disapprove but also cannot help being mildly amused’ look.
“They bring it upon themselves, being all jittery and nervous. They need confidence if they want this career,” Chris said airily, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on his desk.
Zoe raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and smoothed down her skirt as she sat down opposite him, “Have you even read the reports about your speeches yet?”
Chris laughed shortly and waved a hand in front of him, “Please.”
Zoe did not restrain herself from rolling her eyes at him, “I’ll take that as a no? Otherwise I assume you’d be yelling down your phone at Simon and probably firing him on the spot.”
The smile slipped off Chris’ face, “That bad?”
Zoe nodded and pushed the file of papers towards him, “Take a look.”
Chris opened the file and after flicking through the sheaf of paper for a couple of minutes he read aloud, “One would almost suspect that the Senator’s speech writer had been under the influence of an inordinate amount of brandy at the time of composition.”
Zoe looked as if she was trying very hard to bite back a smile, “Well, Simon has always been quite partial to his liquor.”
Chris looked down at the paper again, then back up at Zoe, “Well, shit.”
#
Chris hated conducting interviews. Which was why he got Zoe to take care of them, she was his second-in-command and it was in her job description after all.
“You should be there Chris, this is important, the press are going to be all over your next speech,” she’d insisted, even as he was ushering her smoothly out of his office.
“It’s okay Zoe, I completely trust you with this decision,” he replied calmly, already envisioning the six-pack he had stored in his mini-fridge.
She gave him a look that was all too knowing for his comfort and smirked suddenly, “Alright Chris, have it your way. Expect a replacement in two days tops.”
As she flounced down the corridor, all easy grace and swinging dark hair, Chris suddenly remembered his Don’t Mess With Zoe rule and swallowed uneasily.
#
Two days later and any consternation had been forgotten in place of stressing over the upcoming rally during which he would be expected to inspire hundreds to ‘go green’ and perhaps to not be assholes to each other.
He had pulled an all-nighter at the office, having stocked up with ridiculous amounts of coffee, hard candy and chips. Probably not the healthiest of diets, but it worked. Except now it was five o’clock in the morning and he was ready to curl up on the floor, shroud himself in the rug and sleep, preferably for a week or so.
Instead he signed another form, shuffled some papers around in the semblance of doing something useful and dragged himself over to the coffee machine in the kitchenette outside his office.
Except someone was already there.
No one was ever here this early. What the fuck was going on?
“I’m just getting some coffee,” the other guy said, staring at him curiously. Ah great, apparently he had said that last bit out loud.
“Sorry, I’m just,” Chris waved a hand in front of him in an attempt to convey 'I stayed up all night reading reports on how I don’t seem to be doing my job correctly and I’m currently running on about twenty gallons of coffee and five packs of cheese and onion chips.'
To his surprise the other guy just nodded in understanding and held out the freshly brewed coffee, “Seems like you need it more than me anyway.”
Chris had never felt so grateful for such a small gesture before, and he finally took a second to really look at the other man. Tall, nerdy-chic glasses, fantastic hair and an outfit that made him look like he’d stepped out of the pages of GQ. All in all, the exact type of pampered moron he would never be able to work with.
“Oh shit, you’re the guy Zoe hired aren’t you?”
The words spilled from his lips before he could shut his mouth but thankfully the other guy just gave him a lopsided smile and replied, “Yeah, Zachary Quinto, and I suppose I’m right in saying that you’re my boss then?”
Chris took a deep breath, the word ‘boss’ making him even more aware of his unkempt appearance but he took a second to remember that ‘superiority came from the inside’ and grinned confidently at Zachary, “Yep, and you,” here he raised the mug at him, “just earned yourself major brownie points.”
He turned around with the intention of leaving Zachary in his wake of mystery and godliness but Zachary’s voice came floating after him, “You can call me Zach actually. Only my mother calls me Zachary.”
Chris couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at his lips as he walked back into his office, unseen by Zach.
#
Chris next ran into Zach when he rapped sharply at his door and walked in clutching what was probably his weight’s worth of paper in his arms.
“You,” Zach said as he sat down without being asked, “should have hired a new speech writer weeks ago, no, months ago. We have a lot to go over.”
Chris blinked at him.
“This rally coming up will be televised nationally, right? I read up on your main policies but you’re probably going to have bring me up to date with what you want to focus on. You know, your key themes and such,” Zach looked up from the sheet of paper he was scanning to find Chris staring at him with a dazed expression on his face, “Have you been relying solely on caffeinated sustenance again, because you should realise by now that is not conducive to a healthy state of mind.”
“I…” Chris started, “have no comment on the matter.”
Zach rolled his eyes in a way that was disturbingly reminiscent of Zoe and stared at the coffee cup next to Chris’ hand distastefully, “I’m actually rather curious as to what happens to you if you don’t get your fix for the day.”
“I started twitching, turn green and smash random objects into oblivion,” Chris deadpanned and took another gulp of his coffee, “Now you were saying?”
Zach looked up at him sharply, apparently surprised that his superior was capable of sarcasm and he smiled wryly at him. Chris found himself considering that smile; it seemed to say ‘ah, I have found an equal at last’ and then mentally slapped himself for trying to find underlying meaning in a smile.
“Are you looking to give off an inspirational, soul-shaking, tear-starting vibe or one that will stir up some controversy about the current political situation?” Zach asked, scribbling something down on his notebook.
“The latter,” Chris said, spinning his chair around idly and reflecting that perhaps having Zach around would not be so bad.
“Excellent,” Zach replied, ticking something he’d written down, “Because there is a large possibility I couldn’t have pulled the first option off.”
#
They were interrupted an hour or so later by the sharp sound of Zoe’s heels clicking down the polished wooden floor outside Chris’ office and they both look up rather guiltily from the boxes of Chinese food littering the desk.
“Chris I…” Zoe started, looking up from a file she was holding, her eyes widening as she took in the way Zach was poised with a piece of mu-shoo pork halfway to his mouth and Chris was licking hoisin sauce off of his wrist, “I’m sorry, am I interrupting some hard work going on here?”
Chris smirked at her and turned to Zach, “She’s allowed to take that tone with me because she’s seen me naked.”
Zach nodded and blinked up at Zoe through the black frames of his glasses, saying in a mock-pitying tone, “I’m very sorry.”
Surprise flitted across her face for a split-second, recognised by Chris only because he knew her so well, but then she was smiling easily down at Zach and replying, “It’s okay, he was much too drunk to hit on me.”
Chris shook his head at Zach, saying through a mouthful of duck, “Lies, all lies. I was sober and at the top of my game, I didn’t hit on Zoe because that would be weird.”
Zach snorted into his beer, “Dude, you have sauce all over your face.”
“Oh shit, really, what a great representative of the United States of America I must be,” Chris mumbled into his napkin, completely missing the glob of sauce at the corner of his lips.
“No, man you completely missed it, let me,” Zach said, leaning over and dabbing at Chris’ lips, eyes focused on where he was swiping.
Chris didn’t even have to time to respond and so let his eyes trail across the top of Zach’s head and over to Zoe, who was watching their interaction with an interested look on her face.
“Alright, well I’ll just leave these here and let you two get back to…whatever it is you were doing,” she said, a slow smirk spreading over her face, prompting Chris to feel an immediate sinking feeling in his stomach. It was practically Pavlovian by this point; Zoe would get that look and he’d be thinking oh, shit.
“There you go, got it,” Zach said, smiling at him as he leant back into his chair.
“Right, thanks,” Chris replied weakly, staring down into his broccoli and wishing he knew what was going on.
#
“So, are you gay now?”
Zoe gave Chris a few seconds to choke on his beer before she slapped him on the back and look at him far too knowingly for his own comfort.
“Wha…what?” Chris spluttered, between hacking up his lungs.
“What’s going on with you and Zach?” She asked, leaning her elbow on the bar and raising an eyebrow.
“What what?” Chris replied, eyes wide, “Just because two extremely good looking men decide to engage in night of well deserved Chinese takeaway and banter over beer does not mean they are sexually attracted to one another.”
“So you admit he’s ‘extremely good looking’?” Zoe asked, making air quotes with her fingers.
“What are you doing? Just…no, Zoe, no one makes air quotes anymore, we are fully mature adults,” Chris replied, his tone as derisive as he could make it.
Zoe just shook her head at him, but let the blatant subject change slide.
She also didn’t say anything when Chris showed up for work the next day in a new shirt and smelling suspiciously of something fresh and citrusy.
Sometimes Chris was really fucking glad she was his friend.
#
Later that week Chris came to the realisation that the rally was a mere three days away and he hadn’t even written out the list of focal points for Zach to expand on.
This inevitably meant he would have to interact with Zach at some point that day, which meant he had to stop thinking about whether or not he had pit stains and get out of his chair.
He hated Zoe; one conversation which led to a semi-realisation of his potential homosexuality and he was a neurotic mess. He hated her, with a passion.
“Hey man,” Zach greeted him with an easy smile as Chris approached his desk. He’d only been working there for just over a week but they had already developed a deep camaraderie, which evidently ran slightly deeper on Chris’ part.
“Hey, can I see you in my office?” He asked without thinking, but once the words were out of his mouth they were instantly reminiscent of every bad office porno he’d ever seen.
This train of thought only led to visions of Zach coming into his office, locking the door behind him with a secret, wicked smile and swaying seductively towards him, speaking in a falsetto, “Senator Pine, is there anything I can…help you with?”
Chris needed to stop thinking. Preferably now.
“Yeah sure, what’s up?” Zach asked, following him into his office and shutting the door behind him.
Chris swallowed. “Just about the speech for the rally, we should really err, figure out what I’m gonna, you know…say,” he managed to speak without his voice cracking but Zach was looking at him oddly.
“You feeling alright? You look kind of like you’re going a bit crazy,” Zach asked.
“You’re so helpful,” Chris replied, desperately trying to get all images of Zach batting his eyelashes at him and biting a nail coquettishly out of his head. Because one did not use words like ‘coquettish’ to describe men, which Zach was. A very manly man.
Zach stood up and moved behind him, resting warm hands on his shoulders.
Alright, a manly man who apparently smelled faintly of freesias and liked to give other extremely manly men massages.
“You’re stupidly tense, you know that?” Zach said, digging in with his palms and kneading with his fingers, “Men often underestimate the worth of massages and other bodily treatments most commonly associated with women but dude, they feel awesome.”
“Yeah well…men who undergo such treatments don’t usually get the best reputations,” Chris mumbled, not really knowing what he was saying, just knowing that whatever he did, he must not make Zach stop.
“Woah there with the acrimony,” Zach said, only amusement evident in his tone.
“Someone’s feeling erudite today.”
“Just because you view such activities with trepidation doesn’t mean they don’t feel really fucking good,” Zach stressed each of the last three words by digging into the knots in Chris’ shoulders, eliciting a low groan of approval from him.
“Yeah, men…stupid, what were we talking about?” Chris asked jokingly.
The atmosphere abruptly changed from light-hearted to charged, however, when Zach slid his hands down the front of Chris’ chest, hot through the thin material of his shirt. Chris’ back stiffened but he didn’t say anything, his mouth refused to co-operate even as his brain screamed something along the lines of what, what is happening, why is he touching me, should I like this? Is it okay that I like this? This is Zach. Zach who is a man who is actually rather good looking and oh holy shit, shut the hell up.
He never said that he was good in a crisis.
Zach leant down until Chris could feel his breath, hot against the back of his neck as Zach whispered into his ear, “I can think of a number of ways to relieve this tension, Senator, any number of which could be proficiently carried out right here.”
Chris took a moment to relocate his brain and registered Zach saying, “Think about it,” in a low voice and walking out of the room, leaving Chris in a mess of arousal and confusion and very definitely not staring slightly slack-jawed at the door.
#
Whenever he walked into a room which Zach was also occupying for the rest of the day he’d end up caught between staring in consternation at Zach and/or stuttering uselessly about the advantages of using fossil fuels to help the environment. People were going to start re-evaluating his worth as a Senator soon.
It was only when Zoe had the opportunity to witness one of these scenes that he was saved by her dragging him out into the corridor and slapping him not-so-lightly on the cheek, “Pull yourself together Chris, you’re a US Senator, he is a cocky speech-writer. You can out-flirt him any day.”
“Yes,” Chris had admitted, but then instantly whined, “But this is the first guy I’ve ever…you know, I don’t…shut up.”
“You’re adorable,” Zoe said and ruffled his hair.
Chris suppressed the urge to stomp his foot and walked back into the room, remembering what Zoe had said and sending his best smouldering, intense, deeply sexual look in Zach’s direction.
It would have been awesome if Zach had been looking at him.
#
All thoughts about his Big Gay Issues had to take a backseat as the rally drew nearer and any spare time Chris had was put towards planning the events and reviewing documents and generally just sitting behind his desk for the whole day while people ran in and out of his office shoving files under his nose and yelling about idiots and Republicans.
Unfortunately Zach was his speech writer for a reason, which meant he was continuously coming into his office and handing him proof-read copies of the speech he’d written to check over, taking the opportunity to let his eyes trail slowly up and down the length of Chris’ body when he stood up to greet him.
After the fourth time Chris just decided to stay seated.
“Okay,” Zach said, entering without even knocking and slamming a wad of papers onto Chris’ desk, “This is it. This is the speech, c’est finis.”
“Do you always speak French when you’re feeling particularly proud of yourself?” Chris asked, absentmindedly, sifting through the sheets of paper.
“Among other heated, passionate moments,” Zach replied softly, his insinuation more obvious than the intern’s unfortunate infatuation with Zoe.
Chris cleared his throat, “Right, yeah, well…you’ll be at the rally tomorrow?”
Zach smiled at him, leaning over his desk until their faces were inches apart and it took Chris a few seconds to notice that Zach was underlining something on the schedule next to his hand, “An exciting meet and greet with the speakers and a chance to get a photo? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Chris had the feeling, as Zach walked confidently out of the room, that whatever flirting abilities Zoe had been referring to had sadly depleted since his departure from the realms of heterosexuality.
#
It was boiling and Chris was standing under an umbrella next to the podium in a desperate attempt to seek shade. He was too pasty to live in California.
Zach ducked under the umbrella and handed him a bottle of water, “Good luck?”
Chris spared the energy to glare sideways at him, “It’s too hot to even think, how am I supposed to make an inspiring speech?”
He expected any sort of sardonic reply but instead Zach just smiled, completely un-ironically, and said softly, “You’ll do brilliantly, I’ve seen you speak before, you have no issues with speaking in front of an audience.”
The surprisingly honest reply threw Chris off and Zach had slipped away before he could respond. He was left with a startlingly warm feeling in his stomach though, and he was pretty certain it wasn’t just because the sun was doing its best to melt him into a puddle.
Then his name was called and he was taking a deep breath and stepping onto the stage, blinking in the sunlight and catching a fragmented image of Zach’s stupid hat through watering eyes.
#
Later found Chris buzzing with adrenaline under the shade of a marquee which had been set up next to the podium. Streams of sunlight kept alternately blinding people but Chris just stood by the edge of the tent and blinked out into the sunshine, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“You did good Chris,” Zoe said quietly, walking up to stand beside him and hand him a glass of champagne.
“Thanks,” he replied, without turning to her and he sipped idly at his drink, recalling the cheers and thundering applause that had followed him offstage. This was why he did what he did, why he put up with the tedious office hours and the stupid amount of paperwork, because once in a while he got to stand up in front of people and gain their trust and respect and maybe even inspire one or two people to change the world.
It took him a few seconds to notice that Zoe had walked off, leaving him to his thoughts but then Zach was sidling up to him and grabbing his wrist, “Come on, come with me.”
Chris let himself be dragged out of the marquee and behind it, only muttering once, “What’s so important Zach? Can’t we just celebrate our joint success with copious amounts of alcohol and sunshine?”
Then Zach was pushing him backwards until he stumbled back into one of the beams supporting the marquee and Chris finally caught sight of the way Zach’s eyes were shining. “You were amazing, up there,” Zach whispered hotly and kissed him.
Chris didn’t even notice the beam digging into his back, too focused on the way Zach’s lips felt against his and how his mouth tasted like champagne and orange juice and summer.
“Wow, do you have a public speaking kink you never mentioned?” Chris said, his voice hoarse as they parted for a second.
Zach just rolled his eyes and mumbled “shut up” against his mouth, tongue slipping between his lips immediately and his hands coming to rest on Chris’ hips, fingers digging into the skin above his hipbones.
Chris shut his mind off and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, feeling the corner of Zach’s glasses dig into his cheek and not really caring at all. He was just running his hands down the silky back to Zach’s waistcoat when he pulled away, smiling at Chris like he had a secret. “Congratulations Senator,” he said and then he was gone, walking back into the crowd of people gathering around the marquee and leaving Chris staring at the spot where he’d disappeared through a heat haze of perplexity and bemusement.
#
The next morning Chris drove into work as early as possible. He hadn’t been able to find Zach again after their encounter behind the marquee and he’d been waylaid by admiring members of the audience, which, while extremely flattering, only made him more impatient to find Zach again.
However, the office was empty when he arrived at 6:30 sharp so he collapsed into his chair and wasted some time spinning it around and seeing if he could push himself the whole way across the room.
After a number of collisions with his filing cabinet, the door and a chance encounter with the floor after the chair tipped over, he determined that no, he could not.
That was also the position Zoe found him in when she walked in for the morning briefing. “Chris, why are you on the floor?” The tone of long-suffering patience said a lot about the nature of their relationship.
“The floor is the only logical place for a man of my apparent stupidity,” Chris replied, letting loose his best world-weary sigh.
Zoe tapped her foot impatiently, sighed loudly and sat down, “Alright, I’ll bite, what happened?”
“He kissed me,” Chris said petulantly, “And then he ran away.”
“And the fact that you are clearly angsting over it like a twelve year old girl most definitely proves that you are now gay, it’s a shame, my mother will be disappointed. I’ve been telling her you’re my boyfriend for months now to get her off my back about getting married, I’ll have to make up some sort of break-up story,” Zoe mused, going off on a complete tangent.
“Zoe, you’re missing the point, it wasn’t a cowardly running away like he had a sudden freak out about how gay kissing another dude was…”
“Of course not, Zach has most definitely been out for a long time,” Zoe interrupted.
“…he ran away like…wait, what?”
“Zach is not having a big gay freak-out because he has already come to terms with his sexual orientation,” Zoe explained slowly, as if he was stupid, “he’s probably just giving you to time to adjust to the fact that he is clearly the first man you have felt this way towards.”
“But,” Chris thought out loud, “I don’t want him to give me space, I just want to do inappropriate things to him. Possibly while naked.”
“Woah!” Zoe held up her hands as if defending herself from the images, “Some things are best left to yourself, Chris.”
“Right,” he said, mollified, “Sorry.”
#
He spent the rest of the morning alternating between pretending to read a book entitled Procrastinators, the Leaders of Tomorrow and pushing away from his desk on his wheelie chair to peek around his door at Zach’s desk.
Around the time he caught himself trying to fashion a way of leaning off his chair without falling off while grasping the corner of the filing cabinet he realised that he was being an idiot.
“Go, do something Christopher, eat a bagel, fly a kite, watch videos on youtube, anything,” he muttered out loud to himself.
“Do you often talk to yourself? Most people would consider that quite worrying,” a voice said and Chris looked up in surprise to see Zach leaning casually against the doorframe, arms folded, “Zoe told me I should come and ‘save you from yourself’, she mentioned something about your chair and a potential health hazard.”
Chris made a mental note to send Zoe a box of cupcakes, or some flowers, or a shopping mall, in a castle. “Yeah, she uh, worries…sometimes,” he said stupidly, completely not staring at Zach’s lips.
“So, you wanted to see me?” Zach smirked at him knowingly.
“Yes,” Chris said, standing up and prowling over to where he was standing, “You ran out on me yesterday, and if it was because you wanted to give me ‘space’ then you underestimate my ability to adapt myself to new ideas.” Chris leaned past Zach and shut the door slowly, deliberately turning the lock so the loud click resounded in the room, “There is a plethora of reasons why we should just get it on right now.”
Zach was staring at him; eyes filled with surprise but underneath that a slow burning desire. “Plethora,” he muttered, stepping closer to Chris, “s’a good word.” Then he was kissing him again, except this was more urgent, heated and Zach was pushing him back against his desk, hands running down up his chest to grasp his shoulders.
“Should have done this ages ago,” Chris said breathlessly, between kisses, fumbling at the buttons on Zach’s shirt.
“Shut up and take off your pants,” Zach replied, tone commanding and fuck, that should not turn Chris on so much.
“Yessir,” he said and, after managing to rip Zach’s shirt off of his shoulders until he was left in just the white vest underneath, he pushed his pants down, pulling Zach in closer immediately.
Zach fiddled with his buttons until he could pull Chris’ shirt off also and Chris slid his hands down to grasp Zach’s ass, pulling him in closer and feeling his cock, already half-hard through the thin fabric.
“Tell me what you want,” Zach said, his voice gravelly and low, as his hand strayed over the waistband of Chris’ briefs, slipping a finger underneath and teasing lightly at the skin there.
“Dude, dirty talk is so moribund,” Chris panted, and Zach bit down none too gently at his jawline, growling softly against his skin.
“What’s with the extensive vocabulary today, Chris? Do long words make you hot?” Zach asked against Chris’ lips.
If Chris had the mental capacity to do it he would have quirked an eyebrow and given Zach his best smug look, as it was he settled for replying shortly, “Do they make you hot?”
Zach laughed softly, moving his hand under the waistband and flicking a finger gently over the tip of Chris’ cock, “I’m a speech writer Chris, it would be detrimental to my happiness if I didn’t at least enjoy them.”
“Right,” Chris replied, intending to continue with an amazing witty one liner but Zach’s hand closing around his cock sort of ruined that idea, instead all that came out of his mouth was a muffled, “mrffflgghnggh,” as he bent his head down to mouth at Zach’s neck.
“Ever the eloquent one,” Zach said, amusement evident in his tone and he jerked Chris roughly, using the precome collecting at the head of his cock to slick the process.
Chris moaned into his neck, “Bastard, want you on your knees.”
Zach pulled his head back and stared into Chris’ eyes, his tone amused and incredulous all at once, “You want me to suck you off against your desk? What am I, fulfilling every office fantasy you’ve ever had?”
“Not quite, but you’re welcome to the French Maid’s outfit if you want?” Chris rejoined, watching with blazing eyes as Zach slid down his body until he was breathing hot against the fabric of his briefs.
“What’s disturbing is I think you’d actually like that,” Zach replied and leaned forward to mouth wetly at Chris’ cock through his briefs.
Chris groaned and bucked his hips forward, letting his hands rest on the back of Zach’s head, not pushing or directing, just resting. Then Zach was pushing his briefs down and sucking the whole of Chris’ cock into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around the head as best he could.
“Fuck, yes,” Chris muttered, not even knowing what he was saying and pushing on Zach’s head without realising it, something that Zach did not seem to mind if the way he slid his hand down his own body to cup his cock and grind against his hand was any indicator.
Zach moaned around his cock and looked up, eyes dark hazel under the fan of his eyelashes as they caught Chris’ gaze through his glasses. Chris leant back further onto the desk, moving his hands from Zach’s head to clutch at the edge of it.
Zach did something amazing with his tongue and Chris shoved gently at Zach’s head in warning, before he thrust once more into the wet heat of his mouth and came, shooting into his mouth as Zach attempted to swallow it all, missing a few drops which dripped down his chin.
Chris hauled Zach up immediately, running a thumb over the drops of come on his spit-slick lips and using his other hand to unzip Zach’s pants and slip a hand inside. “This enough?” He asked, grinding his hand against Zach’s cock and watching as Zach’s lips parted, all swollen and cherry red and his eyelids drooped.
“Yeah,” he panted lethargically, thrusting slightly into Chris’ hand and grunting as he came over Chris’ fingers, flopping against Chris immediately and grinning lazily up at him.
“That’s one way to earn yourself a bonus,” Chris teased, wiping his hand on the inside of Zach’s discarded shirt.
“Thanks a lot man,” he said dryly, “And I don’t ingratiate myself to anyone, I only give fantastic blowjobs to the people I really like.”
“Ooh, ‘ingratiate’, that’s a new one. I’m going to have to start carrying around a notebook aren’t I? Maybe I’ll finally improve at Scrabble.”
“Dude, please tell me you don’t suck at Scrabble, because that’s just sad and a little bit pathetic.”
“Shut up,” Chris replied eloquently, “You ‘really like’ me.”
“Obviously,” Zach deadpanned, “I was starting to think you were stupid, or just in denial.”
Chris laughed and slapped his arm lightly, “I’d go with the latter please.”
“Probably for the best,” Zach retorted, “I have issues with stupidity.”
“Please, you’d go for me even if I didn’t know what sacrosanct meant, I’m too awesome to pass up,” Chris said smugly.
“You’re a conceited moron,” Zach said fondly, throwing Chris’ pants at him, “Come on, time to face the inquiring masses, and by inquiring masses I mean Zoe.”
Chris grinned and followed Zach out of his office, after making sure his shirt wasn’t sticking out of his fly or anything, of course.
He was a Senator for a reason, he knew about the importance of public image.
Zoe took one look at their ruffled appearance and raised an eyebrow at them, “So I suppose when you said you wanted to get it on there and then you weren’t kidding?”
Chris felt his face flush as Zach turned to him, “Dude, some things aren’t meant to be shared, with anyone other than me of course.”
“That’s what I said,” Zoe laughed and linked arms with Zach as they walked away, “So now that Chris is gay do you think I can make him come shopping with me?”
Zach’s reply was muffled by the distance and Chris sighed, noticing the intern watching him with avid interest from his desk, “What are you looking at? Get back to work,” he snapped and watched in amusement as the kid ducked his head down again quickly.
It was good to be the boss.
~end.
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Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5,000
Summary: For this prompt at trek_rpf_kink. Wherein Chris is a Senator and Zach is the snarky speech-writer who crawls under Chris' skin and refuses to budge. Also Zoe is a gay-enabler and Chris sort of owes her.
A/N: Basically fudgebean is awesome and makes me feel so much better about my writing with her squee and talky words. This is also for fortassetu for various reasons of which the most important is purely that she is pretty epic.
“Senator Pine?” The intern who poked his head around the door was fidgety, nervous and completely unsuited to this work environment. Chris liked to call him Dopey.
“Yes?” He replied, quirking an eyebrow and watching in interest as the intern scurried into the room to drop a pile of papers on his desk; the kid looked barely older than sixteen.
“The ratings from your televised speeches this week have come in,” the kid swallowed nervously and tugged at his shirt collar.
Chris had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and merely settled for sending his best glare in the kid’s direction and snapping, “Is that all? Shouldn’t you be making coffee or something?”
The kid’s eyes widened and he practically sprinted out of the room, muttering a hasty apology to Zoe as she walked in, sending a pitying gaze after him as he bolted down the corridor; “You need to stop playing with the interns,” she said, giving Chris her best ‘I disapprove but also cannot help being mildly amused’ look.
“They bring it upon themselves, being all jittery and nervous. They need confidence if they want this career,” Chris said airily, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on his desk.
Zoe raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and smoothed down her skirt as she sat down opposite him, “Have you even read the reports about your speeches yet?”
Chris laughed shortly and waved a hand in front of him, “Please.”
Zoe did not restrain herself from rolling her eyes at him, “I’ll take that as a no? Otherwise I assume you’d be yelling down your phone at Simon and probably firing him on the spot.”
The smile slipped off Chris’ face, “That bad?”
Zoe nodded and pushed the file of papers towards him, “Take a look.”
Chris opened the file and after flicking through the sheaf of paper for a couple of minutes he read aloud, “One would almost suspect that the Senator’s speech writer had been under the influence of an inordinate amount of brandy at the time of composition.”
Zoe looked as if she was trying very hard to bite back a smile, “Well, Simon has always been quite partial to his liquor.”
Chris looked down at the paper again, then back up at Zoe, “Well, shit.”
#
Chris hated conducting interviews. Which was why he got Zoe to take care of them, she was his second-in-command and it was in her job description after all.
“You should be there Chris, this is important, the press are going to be all over your next speech,” she’d insisted, even as he was ushering her smoothly out of his office.
“It’s okay Zoe, I completely trust you with this decision,” he replied calmly, already envisioning the six-pack he had stored in his mini-fridge.
She gave him a look that was all too knowing for his comfort and smirked suddenly, “Alright Chris, have it your way. Expect a replacement in two days tops.”
As she flounced down the corridor, all easy grace and swinging dark hair, Chris suddenly remembered his Don’t Mess With Zoe rule and swallowed uneasily.
#
Two days later and any consternation had been forgotten in place of stressing over the upcoming rally during which he would be expected to inspire hundreds to ‘go green’ and perhaps to not be assholes to each other.
He had pulled an all-nighter at the office, having stocked up with ridiculous amounts of coffee, hard candy and chips. Probably not the healthiest of diets, but it worked. Except now it was five o’clock in the morning and he was ready to curl up on the floor, shroud himself in the rug and sleep, preferably for a week or so.
Instead he signed another form, shuffled some papers around in the semblance of doing something useful and dragged himself over to the coffee machine in the kitchenette outside his office.
Except someone was already there.
No one was ever here this early. What the fuck was going on?
“I’m just getting some coffee,” the other guy said, staring at him curiously. Ah great, apparently he had said that last bit out loud.
“Sorry, I’m just,” Chris waved a hand in front of him in an attempt to convey 'I stayed up all night reading reports on how I don’t seem to be doing my job correctly and I’m currently running on about twenty gallons of coffee and five packs of cheese and onion chips.'
To his surprise the other guy just nodded in understanding and held out the freshly brewed coffee, “Seems like you need it more than me anyway.”
Chris had never felt so grateful for such a small gesture before, and he finally took a second to really look at the other man. Tall, nerdy-chic glasses, fantastic hair and an outfit that made him look like he’d stepped out of the pages of GQ. All in all, the exact type of pampered moron he would never be able to work with.
“Oh shit, you’re the guy Zoe hired aren’t you?”
The words spilled from his lips before he could shut his mouth but thankfully the other guy just gave him a lopsided smile and replied, “Yeah, Zachary Quinto, and I suppose I’m right in saying that you’re my boss then?”
Chris took a deep breath, the word ‘boss’ making him even more aware of his unkempt appearance but he took a second to remember that ‘superiority came from the inside’ and grinned confidently at Zachary, “Yep, and you,” here he raised the mug at him, “just earned yourself major brownie points.”
He turned around with the intention of leaving Zachary in his wake of mystery and godliness but Zachary’s voice came floating after him, “You can call me Zach actually. Only my mother calls me Zachary.”
Chris couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at his lips as he walked back into his office, unseen by Zach.
#
Chris next ran into Zach when he rapped sharply at his door and walked in clutching what was probably his weight’s worth of paper in his arms.
“You,” Zach said as he sat down without being asked, “should have hired a new speech writer weeks ago, no, months ago. We have a lot to go over.”
Chris blinked at him.
“This rally coming up will be televised nationally, right? I read up on your main policies but you’re probably going to have bring me up to date with what you want to focus on. You know, your key themes and such,” Zach looked up from the sheet of paper he was scanning to find Chris staring at him with a dazed expression on his face, “Have you been relying solely on caffeinated sustenance again, because you should realise by now that is not conducive to a healthy state of mind.”
“I…” Chris started, “have no comment on the matter.”
Zach rolled his eyes in a way that was disturbingly reminiscent of Zoe and stared at the coffee cup next to Chris’ hand distastefully, “I’m actually rather curious as to what happens to you if you don’t get your fix for the day.”
“I started twitching, turn green and smash random objects into oblivion,” Chris deadpanned and took another gulp of his coffee, “Now you were saying?”
Zach looked up at him sharply, apparently surprised that his superior was capable of sarcasm and he smiled wryly at him. Chris found himself considering that smile; it seemed to say ‘ah, I have found an equal at last’ and then mentally slapped himself for trying to find underlying meaning in a smile.
“Are you looking to give off an inspirational, soul-shaking, tear-starting vibe or one that will stir up some controversy about the current political situation?” Zach asked, scribbling something down on his notebook.
“The latter,” Chris said, spinning his chair around idly and reflecting that perhaps having Zach around would not be so bad.
“Excellent,” Zach replied, ticking something he’d written down, “Because there is a large possibility I couldn’t have pulled the first option off.”
#
They were interrupted an hour or so later by the sharp sound of Zoe’s heels clicking down the polished wooden floor outside Chris’ office and they both look up rather guiltily from the boxes of Chinese food littering the desk.
“Chris I…” Zoe started, looking up from a file she was holding, her eyes widening as she took in the way Zach was poised with a piece of mu-shoo pork halfway to his mouth and Chris was licking hoisin sauce off of his wrist, “I’m sorry, am I interrupting some hard work going on here?”
Chris smirked at her and turned to Zach, “She’s allowed to take that tone with me because she’s seen me naked.”
Zach nodded and blinked up at Zoe through the black frames of his glasses, saying in a mock-pitying tone, “I’m very sorry.”
Surprise flitted across her face for a split-second, recognised by Chris only because he knew her so well, but then she was smiling easily down at Zach and replying, “It’s okay, he was much too drunk to hit on me.”
Chris shook his head at Zach, saying through a mouthful of duck, “Lies, all lies. I was sober and at the top of my game, I didn’t hit on Zoe because that would be weird.”
Zach snorted into his beer, “Dude, you have sauce all over your face.”
“Oh shit, really, what a great representative of the United States of America I must be,” Chris mumbled into his napkin, completely missing the glob of sauce at the corner of his lips.
“No, man you completely missed it, let me,” Zach said, leaning over and dabbing at Chris’ lips, eyes focused on where he was swiping.
Chris didn’t even have to time to respond and so let his eyes trail across the top of Zach’s head and over to Zoe, who was watching their interaction with an interested look on her face.
“Alright, well I’ll just leave these here and let you two get back to…whatever it is you were doing,” she said, a slow smirk spreading over her face, prompting Chris to feel an immediate sinking feeling in his stomach. It was practically Pavlovian by this point; Zoe would get that look and he’d be thinking oh, shit.
“There you go, got it,” Zach said, smiling at him as he leant back into his chair.
“Right, thanks,” Chris replied weakly, staring down into his broccoli and wishing he knew what was going on.
#
“So, are you gay now?”
Zoe gave Chris a few seconds to choke on his beer before she slapped him on the back and look at him far too knowingly for his own comfort.
“Wha…what?” Chris spluttered, between hacking up his lungs.
“What’s going on with you and Zach?” She asked, leaning her elbow on the bar and raising an eyebrow.
“What what?” Chris replied, eyes wide, “Just because two extremely good looking men decide to engage in night of well deserved Chinese takeaway and banter over beer does not mean they are sexually attracted to one another.”
“So you admit he’s ‘extremely good looking’?” Zoe asked, making air quotes with her fingers.
“What are you doing? Just…no, Zoe, no one makes air quotes anymore, we are fully mature adults,” Chris replied, his tone as derisive as he could make it.
Zoe just shook her head at him, but let the blatant subject change slide.
She also didn’t say anything when Chris showed up for work the next day in a new shirt and smelling suspiciously of something fresh and citrusy.
Sometimes Chris was really fucking glad she was his friend.
#
Later that week Chris came to the realisation that the rally was a mere three days away and he hadn’t even written out the list of focal points for Zach to expand on.
This inevitably meant he would have to interact with Zach at some point that day, which meant he had to stop thinking about whether or not he had pit stains and get out of his chair.
He hated Zoe; one conversation which led to a semi-realisation of his potential homosexuality and he was a neurotic mess. He hated her, with a passion.
“Hey man,” Zach greeted him with an easy smile as Chris approached his desk. He’d only been working there for just over a week but they had already developed a deep camaraderie, which evidently ran slightly deeper on Chris’ part.
“Hey, can I see you in my office?” He asked without thinking, but once the words were out of his mouth they were instantly reminiscent of every bad office porno he’d ever seen.
This train of thought only led to visions of Zach coming into his office, locking the door behind him with a secret, wicked smile and swaying seductively towards him, speaking in a falsetto, “Senator Pine, is there anything I can…help you with?”
Chris needed to stop thinking. Preferably now.
“Yeah sure, what’s up?” Zach asked, following him into his office and shutting the door behind him.
Chris swallowed. “Just about the speech for the rally, we should really err, figure out what I’m gonna, you know…say,” he managed to speak without his voice cracking but Zach was looking at him oddly.
“You feeling alright? You look kind of like you’re going a bit crazy,” Zach asked.
“You’re so helpful,” Chris replied, desperately trying to get all images of Zach batting his eyelashes at him and biting a nail coquettishly out of his head. Because one did not use words like ‘coquettish’ to describe men, which Zach was. A very manly man.
Zach stood up and moved behind him, resting warm hands on his shoulders.
Alright, a manly man who apparently smelled faintly of freesias and liked to give other extremely manly men massages.
“You’re stupidly tense, you know that?” Zach said, digging in with his palms and kneading with his fingers, “Men often underestimate the worth of massages and other bodily treatments most commonly associated with women but dude, they feel awesome.”
“Yeah well…men who undergo such treatments don’t usually get the best reputations,” Chris mumbled, not really knowing what he was saying, just knowing that whatever he did, he must not make Zach stop.
“Woah there with the acrimony,” Zach said, only amusement evident in his tone.
“Someone’s feeling erudite today.”
“Just because you view such activities with trepidation doesn’t mean they don’t feel really fucking good,” Zach stressed each of the last three words by digging into the knots in Chris’ shoulders, eliciting a low groan of approval from him.
“Yeah, men…stupid, what were we talking about?” Chris asked jokingly.
The atmosphere abruptly changed from light-hearted to charged, however, when Zach slid his hands down the front of Chris’ chest, hot through the thin material of his shirt. Chris’ back stiffened but he didn’t say anything, his mouth refused to co-operate even as his brain screamed something along the lines of what, what is happening, why is he touching me, should I like this? Is it okay that I like this? This is Zach. Zach who is a man who is actually rather good looking and oh holy shit, shut the hell up.
He never said that he was good in a crisis.
Zach leant down until Chris could feel his breath, hot against the back of his neck as Zach whispered into his ear, “I can think of a number of ways to relieve this tension, Senator, any number of which could be proficiently carried out right here.”
Chris took a moment to relocate his brain and registered Zach saying, “Think about it,” in a low voice and walking out of the room, leaving Chris in a mess of arousal and confusion and very definitely not staring slightly slack-jawed at the door.
#
Whenever he walked into a room which Zach was also occupying for the rest of the day he’d end up caught between staring in consternation at Zach and/or stuttering uselessly about the advantages of using fossil fuels to help the environment. People were going to start re-evaluating his worth as a Senator soon.
It was only when Zoe had the opportunity to witness one of these scenes that he was saved by her dragging him out into the corridor and slapping him not-so-lightly on the cheek, “Pull yourself together Chris, you’re a US Senator, he is a cocky speech-writer. You can out-flirt him any day.”
“Yes,” Chris had admitted, but then instantly whined, “But this is the first guy I’ve ever…you know, I don’t…shut up.”
“You’re adorable,” Zoe said and ruffled his hair.
Chris suppressed the urge to stomp his foot and walked back into the room, remembering what Zoe had said and sending his best smouldering, intense, deeply sexual look in Zach’s direction.
It would have been awesome if Zach had been looking at him.
#
All thoughts about his Big Gay Issues had to take a backseat as the rally drew nearer and any spare time Chris had was put towards planning the events and reviewing documents and generally just sitting behind his desk for the whole day while people ran in and out of his office shoving files under his nose and yelling about idiots and Republicans.
Unfortunately Zach was his speech writer for a reason, which meant he was continuously coming into his office and handing him proof-read copies of the speech he’d written to check over, taking the opportunity to let his eyes trail slowly up and down the length of Chris’ body when he stood up to greet him.
After the fourth time Chris just decided to stay seated.
“Okay,” Zach said, entering without even knocking and slamming a wad of papers onto Chris’ desk, “This is it. This is the speech, c’est finis.”
“Do you always speak French when you’re feeling particularly proud of yourself?” Chris asked, absentmindedly, sifting through the sheets of paper.
“Among other heated, passionate moments,” Zach replied softly, his insinuation more obvious than the intern’s unfortunate infatuation with Zoe.
Chris cleared his throat, “Right, yeah, well…you’ll be at the rally tomorrow?”
Zach smiled at him, leaning over his desk until their faces were inches apart and it took Chris a few seconds to notice that Zach was underlining something on the schedule next to his hand, “An exciting meet and greet with the speakers and a chance to get a photo? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Chris had the feeling, as Zach walked confidently out of the room, that whatever flirting abilities Zoe had been referring to had sadly depleted since his departure from the realms of heterosexuality.
#
It was boiling and Chris was standing under an umbrella next to the podium in a desperate attempt to seek shade. He was too pasty to live in California.
Zach ducked under the umbrella and handed him a bottle of water, “Good luck?”
Chris spared the energy to glare sideways at him, “It’s too hot to even think, how am I supposed to make an inspiring speech?”
He expected any sort of sardonic reply but instead Zach just smiled, completely un-ironically, and said softly, “You’ll do brilliantly, I’ve seen you speak before, you have no issues with speaking in front of an audience.”
The surprisingly honest reply threw Chris off and Zach had slipped away before he could respond. He was left with a startlingly warm feeling in his stomach though, and he was pretty certain it wasn’t just because the sun was doing its best to melt him into a puddle.
Then his name was called and he was taking a deep breath and stepping onto the stage, blinking in the sunlight and catching a fragmented image of Zach’s stupid hat through watering eyes.
#
Later found Chris buzzing with adrenaline under the shade of a marquee which had been set up next to the podium. Streams of sunlight kept alternately blinding people but Chris just stood by the edge of the tent and blinked out into the sunshine, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“You did good Chris,” Zoe said quietly, walking up to stand beside him and hand him a glass of champagne.
“Thanks,” he replied, without turning to her and he sipped idly at his drink, recalling the cheers and thundering applause that had followed him offstage. This was why he did what he did, why he put up with the tedious office hours and the stupid amount of paperwork, because once in a while he got to stand up in front of people and gain their trust and respect and maybe even inspire one or two people to change the world.
It took him a few seconds to notice that Zoe had walked off, leaving him to his thoughts but then Zach was sidling up to him and grabbing his wrist, “Come on, come with me.”
Chris let himself be dragged out of the marquee and behind it, only muttering once, “What’s so important Zach? Can’t we just celebrate our joint success with copious amounts of alcohol and sunshine?”
Then Zach was pushing him backwards until he stumbled back into one of the beams supporting the marquee and Chris finally caught sight of the way Zach’s eyes were shining. “You were amazing, up there,” Zach whispered hotly and kissed him.
Chris didn’t even notice the beam digging into his back, too focused on the way Zach’s lips felt against his and how his mouth tasted like champagne and orange juice and summer.
“Wow, do you have a public speaking kink you never mentioned?” Chris said, his voice hoarse as they parted for a second.
Zach just rolled his eyes and mumbled “shut up” against his mouth, tongue slipping between his lips immediately and his hands coming to rest on Chris’ hips, fingers digging into the skin above his hipbones.
Chris shut his mind off and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, feeling the corner of Zach’s glasses dig into his cheek and not really caring at all. He was just running his hands down the silky back to Zach’s waistcoat when he pulled away, smiling at Chris like he had a secret. “Congratulations Senator,” he said and then he was gone, walking back into the crowd of people gathering around the marquee and leaving Chris staring at the spot where he’d disappeared through a heat haze of perplexity and bemusement.
#
The next morning Chris drove into work as early as possible. He hadn’t been able to find Zach again after their encounter behind the marquee and he’d been waylaid by admiring members of the audience, which, while extremely flattering, only made him more impatient to find Zach again.
However, the office was empty when he arrived at 6:30 sharp so he collapsed into his chair and wasted some time spinning it around and seeing if he could push himself the whole way across the room.
After a number of collisions with his filing cabinet, the door and a chance encounter with the floor after the chair tipped over, he determined that no, he could not.
That was also the position Zoe found him in when she walked in for the morning briefing. “Chris, why are you on the floor?” The tone of long-suffering patience said a lot about the nature of their relationship.
“The floor is the only logical place for a man of my apparent stupidity,” Chris replied, letting loose his best world-weary sigh.
Zoe tapped her foot impatiently, sighed loudly and sat down, “Alright, I’ll bite, what happened?”
“He kissed me,” Chris said petulantly, “And then he ran away.”
“And the fact that you are clearly angsting over it like a twelve year old girl most definitely proves that you are now gay, it’s a shame, my mother will be disappointed. I’ve been telling her you’re my boyfriend for months now to get her off my back about getting married, I’ll have to make up some sort of break-up story,” Zoe mused, going off on a complete tangent.
“Zoe, you’re missing the point, it wasn’t a cowardly running away like he had a sudden freak out about how gay kissing another dude was…”
“Of course not, Zach has most definitely been out for a long time,” Zoe interrupted.
“…he ran away like…wait, what?”
“Zach is not having a big gay freak-out because he has already come to terms with his sexual orientation,” Zoe explained slowly, as if he was stupid, “he’s probably just giving you to time to adjust to the fact that he is clearly the first man you have felt this way towards.”
“But,” Chris thought out loud, “I don’t want him to give me space, I just want to do inappropriate things to him. Possibly while naked.”
“Woah!” Zoe held up her hands as if defending herself from the images, “Some things are best left to yourself, Chris.”
“Right,” he said, mollified, “Sorry.”
#
He spent the rest of the morning alternating between pretending to read a book entitled Procrastinators, the Leaders of Tomorrow and pushing away from his desk on his wheelie chair to peek around his door at Zach’s desk.
Around the time he caught himself trying to fashion a way of leaning off his chair without falling off while grasping the corner of the filing cabinet he realised that he was being an idiot.
“Go, do something Christopher, eat a bagel, fly a kite, watch videos on youtube, anything,” he muttered out loud to himself.
“Do you often talk to yourself? Most people would consider that quite worrying,” a voice said and Chris looked up in surprise to see Zach leaning casually against the doorframe, arms folded, “Zoe told me I should come and ‘save you from yourself’, she mentioned something about your chair and a potential health hazard.”
Chris made a mental note to send Zoe a box of cupcakes, or some flowers, or a shopping mall, in a castle. “Yeah, she uh, worries…sometimes,” he said stupidly, completely not staring at Zach’s lips.
“So, you wanted to see me?” Zach smirked at him knowingly.
“Yes,” Chris said, standing up and prowling over to where he was standing, “You ran out on me yesterday, and if it was because you wanted to give me ‘space’ then you underestimate my ability to adapt myself to new ideas.” Chris leaned past Zach and shut the door slowly, deliberately turning the lock so the loud click resounded in the room, “There is a plethora of reasons why we should just get it on right now.”
Zach was staring at him; eyes filled with surprise but underneath that a slow burning desire. “Plethora,” he muttered, stepping closer to Chris, “s’a good word.” Then he was kissing him again, except this was more urgent, heated and Zach was pushing him back against his desk, hands running down up his chest to grasp his shoulders.
“Should have done this ages ago,” Chris said breathlessly, between kisses, fumbling at the buttons on Zach’s shirt.
“Shut up and take off your pants,” Zach replied, tone commanding and fuck, that should not turn Chris on so much.
“Yessir,” he said and, after managing to rip Zach’s shirt off of his shoulders until he was left in just the white vest underneath, he pushed his pants down, pulling Zach in closer immediately.
Zach fiddled with his buttons until he could pull Chris’ shirt off also and Chris slid his hands down to grasp Zach’s ass, pulling him in closer and feeling his cock, already half-hard through the thin fabric.
“Tell me what you want,” Zach said, his voice gravelly and low, as his hand strayed over the waistband of Chris’ briefs, slipping a finger underneath and teasing lightly at the skin there.
“Dude, dirty talk is so moribund,” Chris panted, and Zach bit down none too gently at his jawline, growling softly against his skin.
“What’s with the extensive vocabulary today, Chris? Do long words make you hot?” Zach asked against Chris’ lips.
If Chris had the mental capacity to do it he would have quirked an eyebrow and given Zach his best smug look, as it was he settled for replying shortly, “Do they make you hot?”
Zach laughed softly, moving his hand under the waistband and flicking a finger gently over the tip of Chris’ cock, “I’m a speech writer Chris, it would be detrimental to my happiness if I didn’t at least enjoy them.”
“Right,” Chris replied, intending to continue with an amazing witty one liner but Zach’s hand closing around his cock sort of ruined that idea, instead all that came out of his mouth was a muffled, “mrffflgghnggh,” as he bent his head down to mouth at Zach’s neck.
“Ever the eloquent one,” Zach said, amusement evident in his tone and he jerked Chris roughly, using the precome collecting at the head of his cock to slick the process.
Chris moaned into his neck, “Bastard, want you on your knees.”
Zach pulled his head back and stared into Chris’ eyes, his tone amused and incredulous all at once, “You want me to suck you off against your desk? What am I, fulfilling every office fantasy you’ve ever had?”
“Not quite, but you’re welcome to the French Maid’s outfit if you want?” Chris rejoined, watching with blazing eyes as Zach slid down his body until he was breathing hot against the fabric of his briefs.
“What’s disturbing is I think you’d actually like that,” Zach replied and leaned forward to mouth wetly at Chris’ cock through his briefs.
Chris groaned and bucked his hips forward, letting his hands rest on the back of Zach’s head, not pushing or directing, just resting. Then Zach was pushing his briefs down and sucking the whole of Chris’ cock into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around the head as best he could.
“Fuck, yes,” Chris muttered, not even knowing what he was saying and pushing on Zach’s head without realising it, something that Zach did not seem to mind if the way he slid his hand down his own body to cup his cock and grind against his hand was any indicator.
Zach moaned around his cock and looked up, eyes dark hazel under the fan of his eyelashes as they caught Chris’ gaze through his glasses. Chris leant back further onto the desk, moving his hands from Zach’s head to clutch at the edge of it.
Zach did something amazing with his tongue and Chris shoved gently at Zach’s head in warning, before he thrust once more into the wet heat of his mouth and came, shooting into his mouth as Zach attempted to swallow it all, missing a few drops which dripped down his chin.
Chris hauled Zach up immediately, running a thumb over the drops of come on his spit-slick lips and using his other hand to unzip Zach’s pants and slip a hand inside. “This enough?” He asked, grinding his hand against Zach’s cock and watching as Zach’s lips parted, all swollen and cherry red and his eyelids drooped.
“Yeah,” he panted lethargically, thrusting slightly into Chris’ hand and grunting as he came over Chris’ fingers, flopping against Chris immediately and grinning lazily up at him.
“That’s one way to earn yourself a bonus,” Chris teased, wiping his hand on the inside of Zach’s discarded shirt.
“Thanks a lot man,” he said dryly, “And I don’t ingratiate myself to anyone, I only give fantastic blowjobs to the people I really like.”
“Ooh, ‘ingratiate’, that’s a new one. I’m going to have to start carrying around a notebook aren’t I? Maybe I’ll finally improve at Scrabble.”
“Dude, please tell me you don’t suck at Scrabble, because that’s just sad and a little bit pathetic.”
“Shut up,” Chris replied eloquently, “You ‘really like’ me.”
“Obviously,” Zach deadpanned, “I was starting to think you were stupid, or just in denial.”
Chris laughed and slapped his arm lightly, “I’d go with the latter please.”
“Probably for the best,” Zach retorted, “I have issues with stupidity.”
“Please, you’d go for me even if I didn’t know what sacrosanct meant, I’m too awesome to pass up,” Chris said smugly.
“You’re a conceited moron,” Zach said fondly, throwing Chris’ pants at him, “Come on, time to face the inquiring masses, and by inquiring masses I mean Zoe.”
Chris grinned and followed Zach out of his office, after making sure his shirt wasn’t sticking out of his fly or anything, of course.
He was a Senator for a reason, he knew about the importance of public image.
Zoe took one look at their ruffled appearance and raised an eyebrow at them, “So I suppose when you said you wanted to get it on there and then you weren’t kidding?”
Chris felt his face flush as Zach turned to him, “Dude, some things aren’t meant to be shared, with anyone other than me of course.”
“That’s what I said,” Zoe laughed and linked arms with Zach as they walked away, “So now that Chris is gay do you think I can make him come shopping with me?”
Zach’s reply was muffled by the distance and Chris sighed, noticing the intern watching him with avid interest from his desk, “What are you looking at? Get back to work,” he snapped and watched in amusement as the kid ducked his head down again quickly.
It was good to be the boss.
~end.
NOW I AM GOING TO SEE HARRY POTTER, I SHALL REPLY TO COMMENTS WHEN I GET BACK! :D