Fic: Couture - RPS - Part 1
Title: Couture
Author: demonllama1
Rating: NC-17
Relationship status: first time
Word count: 5975
Warning: Language, sexual situations, graphic sex.
A/N: In response to this meme prompt. I’ve already written most of this but the number of parts overall is still slightly undecided. It’ll be around 8. :)
Summary: Zach is a successful fashion designer and Chris is a male model that he takes an interest in.
Part 1
Zach releases a yawn as he sits back on his chair, his feet up on the table in front of him as he scrolls through his iPhone. Next to him sits his casting director and her two assistants with pages and pages of modelling portfolios in front of them. They’re looking for the next face to launch his fall menswear magazine campaign and Zach’s there to pretend to give a crap when really he uses the whole process as a dating service.
“Zach, what did you think of him?” Veronica, his casting director, asks, her pen tapping against her bright red lips.
Zach looks up briefly at the man walking down the room towards them, and then back down to his phone. “Seen better.” He means it too, this season all the models are looking too thin and less muscled and tight.
She sighs, sitting back in her chair and folding her legs elegantly. “Thank you,” she says loudly to the model, who gives them a wide smile and leaves quickly. “Zach, sweetheart, you know I adore you, but we’ve gone through all the major male models who all have an amazing careers and would enhance your campaign. The next lot of models have hardly any modelling experience.”
“New meat,” Zach says with a shark like smile. “Send them in.”
“No asking them to take off their pants,” she says with a scolding look, her green eyes hard and insistent. Zach gives her a ‘who, me?’ expression before going back to his iPhone.
“OK, next one is called Hunter and he’s from Tulsa,” she remarks, flicking through his portfolio quickly.
Zach screws up at his face at ‘Tulsa’ and glances up as a shy model walks in, brown hair falling into his dark eyes as he stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, his posture awful for a supposed model. “Too short,” he says loudly, scrolling through his e-mails and not looking up.
Veronica lets out a sigh as the model turns and walks out, looking annoyed at being dismissed so quickly.
“You know not all designers like to pick the models for their campaigns. They have casting directors, like me, to do that job for them,” Veronica says pointedly, adjusting some of her dark hair.
Zach rolls his eyes and uncrosses his ankles before re-crossing them the other way. “It’s my way of seeing the… talent.”
“Oh, I know,” Veronica says, giving a long suffering sigh before flicking through the next portfolio. “Next one is Chris from California and he’s 22.”
“Fifty bucks say he’s so tanned he’s orange,” Zach says, quickly typing out a reply to a message on his phone.
The door opens and the model sticks his head in before walking fully into the room nervously, tugging his white t-shirt down anxiously.
Zach glances up, meeting his bright blue eyes, and then looks back at his phone before allowing his eyes to slowly crawl back up over the phone again to look at him. Zach uncrosses his ankles and brings his feet down to the floor, leaning forward as he places his phone on the table, ignoring it in favour of looking at the model with his dark blond hair and blue eyes. He’s not perfect considering he looks a little pale, his skin is slightly marred and his body seems top heavy, but there’s something edgy and real about him that Zach immediately takes to. His hair isn’t full of gel, he hasn’t got a fake tan, his eyebrows aren’t properly shaped and it all contributes to making him look painfully normal but not, and Zach likes it.
Veronica watches his reaction out of the corner of her eye and tuts with disapproval before tapping her long fingernails against the desk and glancing down at the portfolio. “Chris, is it?”
“Yeah,” he says nervously, swallowing noticeably as he shifts from foot to foot like he’s anxious and overly nervous. “I’m from Los Angeles.”
“Great, if you could just walk toward us then turn and back so we get the idea of your body shape and how you hold yourself.”
Chris nods and hikes up his dark blue jeans like they’re too big for him, and starts walking toward them, before turning and walking to the back of the room and then turning again so he’s facing them.
“Chris, was it?” Zach asks sweetly, his elbows leaning on the table.
Chris turns to him, eyes widening like he didn’t think he was going to talk to him, or most likely, was told he’d be ignored by the designer. He nods with a small, shy smile and Zach swears his pants get ever so slightly tighter.
“Would you mind turning again and not walking?” Zach asks innocently as Veronica rolls her eyes.
Chris nods, looking a little uncertain about the request, but turns anyway, remaining standing on the spot. Zach lets his eyes travel to his ass and smirks, giving Veronica a wink. She sighs and sits back, like she’s not being appreciated.
“That’s great,” Zach says cheerfully. Chris turns around with a hopeful smile on his face like a small puppy waiting for approval.
“We’ll let you know,” Veronica says, shooting Zach an annoyed glare for a split second before turning back to Chris with a forced smile.
Chris’s smile falls and he nods, looking a little like someone just kicked his dog, and Zach suddenly has the urge to go over and hug him. “Well, thanks for seeing me anyway.”
After he’s walked out Zach turns to Veronica with a smile full of promise and sexual suggestion.
“No, Zach, he has zero experience, he doesn’t have the best body and his skin isn’t great. I only saw him as a favour to my agent friend, OK? No, he is not going to be the poster boy for your campaign, no,” she says, shaking her head indignantly.
“Whose campaign is it again?” Zach says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Give him a call back, I’m eager to see him again.”
“I’m sure you are, but thankfully for me, and unfortunately for you, my gaydar didn’t ping at all.”
Zach leans back in his chair, letting his feet go back to their position on the table as he leans over and grabs his phone, going back to his original position. “We’ll see.”
…
“Mr Quinto,” Chris says respectfully as Zach strides into the long room, walking down to where Veronica is sitting with an assistant and a stylist. She shoots him a glare and throws her pen on the table, sitting back in her chair in annoyance.
‘What you doing here, Zach?” she says, barely holding back her irritation and frustration at his presence.
“Call backs,” he says simply, sitting up on the table and crossing his legs as he smiles.
“I’ve already gone through five of them, why do you care now?” Veronica snaps, fiddling with a stack of folders next to her.
“I wanted to be here for the start of it, but my eyebrow waxing took longer than I planned. You’re hair is looking gorgeous today by the way,” Zach says, smiling at her in a charming way that gets her gaze to soften the tiniest amount.
“It’s amazing how when it comes to casting your female campaigns and runways, you never want anything to do with it.”
“Makes sense. I don’t wanna fuck any of them. Desperate male models on the other hand,” he trails off, looking over to where Chris is adjusting his clothes nervously, just out of hearing distance. He gets Chris’s attention and motions for him to walk up to the table. Chris gives them a small, shy smile as he approaches.
“How much do you weigh?” Zach asks.
“155 give or take.”
Zach nods with a small smile. “This may be a casual wear campaign, but I may start designing underwear at some point, so let’s see what’s under your clothes,” Zach says confidently, raising an expectant eyebrow like it’s a perfectly normal request. He ignores the incredulous look Veronica is sending his way.
Chris looks between them for a beat, like he’s not sure whether he was serious, before ever so slowly pulling off his top. His hands then go to his pants and fiddle with the button for a moment, before letting them pool at his feet. Zach can’t help the smirk that plasters itself to his face as he leans back on his hands, eyebrow raised as he stares at the bulge in Chris’ white boxer shorts openly.
“I think we may have something for you,” Zach says, his eyes riveted to the outline of Chris’ cock.
Chris’ blue eyes light up even as his cheeks flush red at Zach’s dark gaze. “Yeah?” he asks, looking like a little school boy being given a gold star on his first day of class. It sends a jolt of excitement through Zach’s body.
“Yeah, maybe. There’s this cool bar I go to, you should stop by,” Zach says, getting out his phone and grabbing Veronica’s pen off her to write the address down on a piece of paper.
Veronica folds her arms and glares at him like she hates everything he chooses to be. Zach just grins back at her as he places her pen back in front of her.
Chris pulls up his pants, much to Zach’s regret, and pulls his top over his head before taking the piece of paper Zach holds out to him.
“Hope to see you later, Chris,” Zach says in a soft voice. Chris blushes again, staring down at his shoes before turning and leaving with a small wave.
Zach turns to Veronica with a smile. “Isn’t he just adorable?”
Veronica raises a bemused eyebrow, clicking her nails against the table loudly. “I suppose you’ll inform me tomorrow morning if you think he’s good for the campaign.”
Zach grins and pushes himself off the table. “You know me so well.”
…
Zach takes a long satisfying drag of his cigarette as he sits back in a plush red booth, vaguely listening to his friends discuss his career direction. He knows he’s doing very well right now, and he’s riding the wave hard, but if he’s honest, he is passionate about his designs and the fact he’s getting the attention and money is just a cherry on top of the cake.
He glances over at the bar area, which is fairly quiet considering it’s a Tuesday night, and notices Chris, looking completely out of place in his all American boy get up that includes light blue jeans and a white t-shirt, which is in stark contrast to all the very well dressed guys in designer clothes. He glances around and notices a number of men glancing in Chris’ direction with varying levels of interest.
Zach pushes himself up lazily and walks over to the bar where Chris is now sipping his very pink drink through a yellow straw, an innocent, curious gaze on his face as he looks around like he has no idea he’s the object of attention from a number of people.
“I’m glad you came,” Zach says earnestly, sliding up to him and casting an amused look at the drink.
“My friends told me not to,” Chris says casually, taking another long sip through his straw.
“Why did your friends tell you not to come?”
“They’re models too and they told me the only reason you want me here is so you can sleep with me,” Chris says, a twinge of innocence in his statement like he believes they lied to him and that maybe he’s special. Zach finds it adorably appealing and captivating.
“They’re half right. I want to sleep with you, but if you’re good, I’ll give you the fall campaign and you won’t have to struggle for a modelling job for a while.”
Chris’s eyes widen as he swallows uncomfortably, like he really didn’t believe that was why Zach was interested in him. Zach can’t help but admit the innocent act Chris is pulling is turning him on a lot.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s go sit down for a bit,” Zach says, placing a warm hand at the bottom of Chris’ back and pushing him through the crowd and over to their booth.
Zach’s friends look up, letting their gazes linger on Chris as Zach sits down next to him, pressed up tight to his side.
“This is Chris,” Zach says, throwing his arm around his shoulders like he has every right to. “Chris, this is John, also a designer, and Karl who is my favourite photographer.”
Chris smiles at them both as they give him nods. “New in town?” Karl asks, leaning back in the booth.
“Err, fairly. Been here for about a month,” Chris says with a small smile.
“You liking the city?” Karl asks, lifting his beer bottle to his lips and taking a long swig.
“Yeah, it’s alright,” Chris admits with an awkward smile before leaning over and sipping some of his drink. Zach watches the movement hungrily as Chris sits back up, licking some of the drink off his lips slowly, not knowing he’s being watched.
“Chris might be fronting my menswear campaign,” Zach says, dragging his eyes away from Chris’ mouth and over to John and Karl.
Karl’s eyebrows rise, although he doesn’t look too shocked. “Nice. You’ll be working with me then.”
Chris sits up a little straighter. “You’re shooting it?”
“Sure am. Zach doesn’t trust anyone else.” Karl licks the rim of the beer bottle before glancing at a girl who walks by in a very short red dress. “Very nice.”
“I hope you were checking out her ass, because I don’t want you eyeing up anyone else’s clothes but mine,” Zach jokes, throwing his legs up onto the stretch of empty seat next to him as he roots around for his cigarette pack and places one in his mouth. “Want one?” Zach asks Chris, his words mumbled around the cigarette.
“I don’t smoke,” Chris admits with an easy smile before leaning forward and wrapping his pink lips around the straw again and sucking. Zach watches him with a twinge of arousal as Karl checks out another girl who walks by their table.
They all idly chit chat, Zach barely listening as Karl lists off all the famous models and celebrities he’s worked with to a wide eyed, in awe Chris who is hanging on his every word. Zach quickly becomes bored, finding himself becoming more and more aroused the more and more Chris spends his time with an innocent, shy look on his face like he’s a baby deer in a room full of hunters.
“Wanna get out of here?” Zach says quickly, pushing his cigarette into the ash tray in the centre of the table and turning to Chris. “Finish your drink, come on.”
Chris shoots him a coy smile and takes the drink from the table, wrapping his lips around the straw again and taking his time downing the brightly coloured drink. Zach watches his adam’s apple bob up and down as the drink slides down his throat.
“Come on,” Zach orders, holding out his hand expectantly as Chris slurps the bottom of his drink. Chris shuffles out of the booth and puts his hand up in a half-wave to John and Karl, who are barely paying them any attention.
Zach slings his arm around Chris’s shoulders and glances back at the table. “See you tomorrow, boys.”
…
“Wow,” Chris says as they walk through a door into Zach’s penthouse apartment. Zach always feels a pang of pride whenever people comment on his place considering it wasn’t long ago that he was in some small studio apartment with a toilet that rarely flushed when he wanted it to and no air conditioning during the hot summers.
Zach takes off his jacket and throws it onto one of the couches in the centre of the room casually.
Chris follows with wide, interested eyes. “Nice place.”
“Thanks,” Zach replies, watching Chris carefully as he walks around the apartment, letting his fingers run along some of the polished surfaces of tables. Zach narrows his eyes, watching Chris’ movements critically. “You’re not as naive and innocent as you like to pretend, are you?”
Chris turns and smirks in his direction, confirming Zach’s statement. He sees the shift as Chris drops the façade immediately, his posture becoming more confident and his eyes no longer holding uncertainty or shyness. “Playing the innocent act gets me things. Guys and girls seem to eat it up.” Chris winks at him. “Case in point.”
Zach chuckles as he leans on the back of one of the couches. “Well, now your real audition starts. Come over here and get on your knees.”
“I’m alright, thanks,” Chris replies casually, his eyes fixed on a painting Zach allowed his interior decorator to put up when he wasn’t looking.
“Wasn’t a suggestion,” Zach says, voice expectant. “If you thought we were coming back here to bake some muffins and do the relationship quiz in Cosmo, you’re mistaken. I thought I was pretty clear.”
Chris turns and looks at him, eyes playful and amused. “How often do you sleep with your models?”
Zach raises a sculptured eyebrow, finding this cocky and cheeky Chris even more alluring. “All the fucking time.”
“So, what? If I’m a good little bottom you’ll give me the campaign?”
Zach shrugs lazily, crossing his ankles. “Fall campaign. You better rock my world.”
“So, no cuddling then?” Chris teases.
“If said cuddling includes my dick in your ass, then that’s fine.”
Chris laughs, his eyes lighting up in that boyish, light hearted way that makes Zach become even more impatient.
“Bedroom,” Zach says forcefully, cocking his head in the direction he wants Chris to go in. Chris looks at him in a stubborn, not going to move kind of way and Zach feels a bite of anticipation crawl up his spine as he feels like Chris is going to make him work for it. It sets Zach’s heart racing.
“You know I’ve fucked hotter guys than you and I could go back to that club and pick up four of ‘em, so cut it out and undress so I can pound your ass into my mattress.”
“You know how to make a guy feel really wanted,” Chris says dryly, putting his hand over his heart as he shakes his head at Zach.
Zach feels his patience slipping, feeling like Chris has been teasing him since the first time they met, and now all he wants is to bury himself in that pert ass that Chris isn’t giving up without a fight.
“You know, I preferred you when you were pulling the innocent, cute shit.”
Chris smiles warmly at him and ever so slowly walks toward Zach, eyes full of amusement. “So, what happens if I’m crap in bed?”
“You get a fuck and I’ll thank you for your time,” Zach says, pushing himself up from where he’s leaning and meeting Chris half way.
“You seem really uptight and frustrated. Especially considering everyone’s told me how laid back you can seem in your spare time.”
Zach runs a hand through his hair, unsure himself while he’s suddenly wound so tight. “I just don’t like you being a tease.”
“I plan on following through. Is it me? Do I make you uneasy?” Chris asks, a small smirk lifting his lips. Zach almost says ‘yes’ but remains silent, suddenly finding himself feeling like a deer being hunted.
Chris considers him slowly, his eyes sliding up and down Zach’s body with mild interest. Zach returns the favour, letting his fingers move forward and play with the hem of Chris’ white t-shirt. Chris looks at him, blue eyes deep and unwavering as they stare at Zach in silent challenge.
Then Zach snaps forward, his hand sliding around Chris’ head and forcefully bringing their lips into collision. It’s open mouthed and a little too wet for Zach’s liking, but it’s enough as Chris’ tongue eagerly pushes against his, they’re teeth clashing together for a split second before they pull away, breathing into each other’s mouth.
“Bedroom,” Zach says breathlessly, grabbing Chris’ t-shirt in his fist and tugging him down the hallway and into his dark bedroom, hitting the light switch on his way past. Their lips meet again in a frenzied, uncoordinated kiss and Chris releases a small, needy noise into Zach’s mouth.
They scramble to get their clothes off, their eagerness combined meaning it takes twice as long and Chris lets out a huff of a laugh as Zach fumbles with his belt, trying to undo the buckle with his fingers hastily.
Chris falls onto the bed naked, his blue eyes glazed over with desire and a sliver of mischievousness, like he’s a little school boy who has just defied orders, and Zach finds it completely irresistible.
Zach crawls over Chris’ body, sliding his hands over his firm chest and up his sides, enjoying the noises Chris releases from the attention. Zach leans down and kisses him quickly and deeply before pulling away and going for his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, glancing down and watching as Chris brazenly tugs at his own cock, his eyebrow raised in challenge.
“God, you’re a handful,” Zach says with a shake of his head, even though he’s enjoying it.
“Don’t pretend you’re not getting off on it,” Chris says, leaning up to press a kiss to Zach’s lips before breaking away and awkwardly moving onto his front with Zach still on all fours over him.
“You need much prep or can I just go for it?” Zach asks impatiently.
Chris all out laughs, his body shaking with the action as he turns onto his side, glancing back at Zach with an amused expression.
Zach’s jaw tightens fractionally. “Why are you laughing?”
“Do you ever just have sex for fun and not make it sound like it’s a chore?”
“You’re making it a fucking chore.” Zach gives Chris’ ass a quick slap.
Zach rolls on the condom quickly, rubbing his cock liberally with lube before pushing his body on top of Chris’. He knocks Chris’ knees apart and leans down to press a kiss to Chris’ tailbone before kneeling up and trying to push his cock in.
“Relax,” Zach says through gritted teeth as he pushes in a little further, the hot clench causing him to squeeze his eyes shut at the sensation.
Chris is surprisingly - and pleasantly - quiet underneath him as he sinks himself deeper and deeper into the almost excruciatingly tight heat.
“Fuck,” Chris gasps out quietly, and Zach can see his hands squeezing the covers, making his knuckles go white.
“You alright?” Zach finds himself asking, not wanting to hurt the guy as he snaps his hips forward and groans.
“Get off,” Chris says firmly, causing Zach’s eyes to widen and wonder if he’s done something wrong. He moves off quickly and before he knows it, he’s laying flat on his back, with Chris kneeling over him, a hand behind him directing Zach’s cock back into his ass.
Zach throws an arm over his head, his mouth open as Chris sinks down on to him slowly, his warm heat inviting and welcome as he seats himself firmly and rocks backwards and forwards once. Then it goes from awkward to amazing as Chris moves up and down a few times slowly, his eyes shut in bliss and Zach’s eyes riveted on his face, watching the appealing deep flush cover his cheeks as he starts bouncing up and down faster. Zach is normally the type of guy who likes to be dominant in bed, but lying there and letting Chris ride him is almost better than taking control.
Chris’ groans and yells fill the room and Zach digs his fingers into Chris’ hips, encouraging his movements as Chris impales himself over and over again on his cock eagerly. Zach lets his hands run up and over Chris’ chest, needing to feel the firm flesh under his fingertips as Chris continues to move. He rubs a thumb over Chris’ right nipple and Chris lets out an encouraging moan, seating himself on Zach’s cock and moving forward and back slightly for a bit before going back to riding his cock up and down. Zach bites his lip as Chris runs a hand up his body and tangles his fingers in his chest hair, giving it a slow stroke.
“Fuck,” Zach moans, watching Chris with dark, intense eyes as Chris starts slamming himself down onto Zach relentlessly, a look of complete ecstasy written across his handsome face. “You close?” Zach bites out in between gasps for air.
“Yeah,” Chris sighs, wrapping his own hand around his cock and pumping hastily as he moves up and down at a frenzied, desperate pace that makes Zach’s balls tighten in warning.
“Ah, fuck,” Zach pants out, his body shaking and his eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm thunders through him, leaving him completely breathless and trembling. Chris continues his movements, wringing his orgasm out, and lets out a loud yell as he finally comes over across Zach’s chest messily.
Chris dismounts and falls to the side with a sleepy smile. “I needed that.”
Zach looks to his side and stares at Chris with a look of dopey bliss. “That was pretty good.” He knows he sounds wrecked though, and that completely negates his statement.
“Fuck you,” Chris jokes loudly, playfully slapping his hand against Zach’s belly.
“Considering you’re a poor, lowly model, you might want to be a little nicer to the internationally acclaimed fashion designer. Just a thought.”
Chris gives him a playful look. “I think you’ve had your way too many times and you like that I talk back to you.”
“When I looked at your resume, I didn’t see a psychology degree,” Zach says dryly.
“I minored in it at college actually.”
“Doesn’t make you an expert,” Zach grumbles, leaning over for some tissue and wiping his chest down.
“So, have I got the gig?” Chris asks, moving onto his side and propping his cheek in his hand.
Zach gazes at Chris as he lies there looking all cocky and smug which is a far cry from the naive and innocent act he was pulling at first. Zach finds both a little irresistible and he shrugs. “You can blow me later and I’ll decide then.”
Chris rolls onto his back and laughs. “Fine. I’ll get it, I have mad blowjob skills.”
When 3am rolls around Zach wakes up for no reason he can think of. He looks over and finds Chris sleeping quietly, a trail of drool down his chin making him look adorable. Zach flicks on the bedside lamp and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He feels a small burst of inspiration that completely takes him by surprise, and he frowns. It’s unusual and a little unsettling considering he rarely finds himself doodling in the middle of the night, but he grabs hold of a pencil and a paper pad anyway, willing to follow it through. He draws quickly, like if he doesn’t get the ideas down right that second, he’ll forget them.
Chris lets out a small hum from next to him as he rolls over and pushes his nose into the pillow, his other arm flying over and landing on Zach’s thigh.
Zach barely notices and carries on drawing.
…
Zach walks onto the photo shoot two weeks later, watching everyone do their job for a few moments before making himself known to Karl who gives him a respectful nod. He drags his eyes over to Chris, who is decked out in smart pinstripe slacks with a casual blue shirt that’s all tailored to fit his form like a glove. Zach grins, pleased with the overall look his clothes give Chris, like he’s a preppy Harvard grad.
Zach clicks his tongue idly as he watches Chris turn in different directions, giving the camera a range of poses, looking like he’s born to be in front of the camera. Although, when Karl lowers the camera, Chris’ nerves suddenly show through. Zach smiles.
Zach has a rule that he’s stuck to since he hit the big time, and that’s his one model a week rule. It doesn’t mean he has to stick to one model a week, but that he will never be with the same model for longer than a week because then they can become clingy. It’s a simple rule and he’s had no problem following it in the past, but as he stands there watching Chris give a deep, brooding look to the camera, Zach wonders why he even has that rule.
He tilts his head to the side in consideration, wondering why he feels like if he breaks this rule; it may not just be Chris that becomes clingy.
He watches Chris play thoughtfully with the bottom of the blue shirt as Karl rearranges the lighting slightly.
“That’s probably worth more than your month’s rent,” Zach says loudly, making Chris’ blue eyes snap up to meet his in surprise.
Chris smiles at him, his posture becoming more relaxed as he gives Zach a quick wave.
“Get him to turn around, his ass is pretty amazing, I would know,” Zach suggests as Karl picks the camera back up.
Karl glares at him. “Go away; I don’t want you distracting me, or the crew, or Chris. Go back to designing A-line skirts.”
“You know, Karl, sweetheart, without the work I keep hiring you for, you’d be living in someone’s sex dungeon by now.”
Karl rolls his eyes and lifts the camera back up, clicking a few times at Chris before going over to the creative director who’s watching the images appear on the computer screens with a critical eye.
“Looking hot. That shirt looks fucking impeccable on you,” Zach comments, walking up to Chris and letting his hand run down the top he designed.
“Thanks,” Chris says, looking a little smug as he adjusts his pants slightly, making his bulge become even more obvious.
Zach swallows. “You want to come back to mine tonight?” It’s out of his mouth before he considers what he’s doing.
“I would but I’m washing my hair,” Chris says with a smirk on his face.
Zach lets out a snort. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“It’s kind of my default setting,” Chris jokes, his eyes crinkling at the side as he smiles. “And yours.”
Zach suddenly remembers why he normally picks the easy, desperate guys who can’t wait to get into his pants. It’s simpler and so much easier to deal with.
“Zach, I want to complete this sometime today,” Karl barks loudly from behind them, his eyes expectant and irritated as he stands there with his camera.
Zach shoots him a look before turning to Chris. “I better head back to the office. All my little elves aren’t going to make clothes without me.” Zach gives him a heated look. “Mine. 9pm tonight.”
Chris doesn’t say yes or no and remains fairly impassive as Zach turns, heading back out the way he came and vaguely hearing Karl bark more orders in Chris’ direction as he goes.
…
“Fuck,” Chris grunts from his place kneeling on the couch, both his hands curled around the back of the couch in front of him as Zach rocks into him deeply from behind.
“Zach,” Chris gasps as Zach angles his thrusts up forcefully. “How much is this couch worth?”
Zach’s hips falter for a second and he almost laughs at the random question. “How about we talk about my interior design later?”
Chris laughs, and the noise makes Zach thrust his hips slightly faster as lust coils in his stomach.
“I’m, uh, just, fuck, I’m just warning you that I’m going to jizz all over your couch,” Chris says as he drops his head down and moves his ass back onto Zach’s cock eagerly.
Zach stops, pushing his black hair back with his hand as he leans to the side, not breaking contact, and grabs Chris’ t-shirt from the end of the couch where it’d been thrown earlier.
“Come on that,” Zach says bluntly, putting it down in front of Chris in a ball.
“I thought messing up clothing would be against your religion,” Chris mutters, keeping one hand on the back of the couch as the other lies the t-shirt down on the couch cushion just in front of his dick.
“It’s just a t-shirt, now shut up,” Zach says, not used to this constant bickering they seem to do when they’re fucking. Zach snaps his hips forward and gets his pace back to where it was as one of Chris’ hands come down to tug at his own cock desperately.
Chris lets out something between a wail and a yell as he comes, the action causing his body to clench and spasm almost painfully around Zach’s dick, forcing him over the edge, Chris’ name tumbling out of his mouth with a happy sigh.
Zach pulls back awkwardly, slipping out of Chris so he can throw the condom in the trash. He suddenly hears a high pitched whine come from his kitchen, and he rolls his eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” Chris asks, turning over and sitting down.
“Noah,” Zach explains, his body in a contented buzz.
Chris stares up at him with disapproval. “You keeping another guy in there in case I didn’t put out?”
“Stop being so nosy. It’s my dog.”
Chris’ eyes light up and he’s on his feet in a second, walking naked across the living room area to open the door to the kitchen. Zach can’t help but smile as Noah bounds out, giving a quick bark at Chris before quieting as Chris dotes on him, rubbing behind his ears.
“You are so cute, yes you are, yes you are,” Chris says in a high pitched voice that Zach finds oddly adorable.
“You staying?” Zach asks, leaning down and putting the tip of a cigarette in his mouth before reaching for his lighter.
Chris shrugs, crouching down to give Noah even more attention. “Can if you want. I’m sleeping on my friend’s couch at the moment.”
Zach takes a long drag before looking over at Chris. “When you get paid for the shoot you’ll be able to find somewhere to live.”
Chris nods and shoots him a quick smile before turning his attention back to Noah, who looks like he’s won the dog jackpot, his tail wagging frantically. “Yeah, true.”
Zach nods, blowing out slowly as he lifts the remote control and turns on his flat screen TV that his brother insisted he have. He gives a disgusted face as he moves Chris’ dirty t-shirt off the couch so he can sit down, lazily smoking as he watches the news. Chris settles down next to him, Noah sitting at his feet. Zach shifts his cigarette to his other hand so he can throw his arm around Chris’ shoulders as Chris grabs a blanket and pulls it over their naked bodies. Chris leans into him and grabs the remote control off him, flicking through the channels quickly.
When Zach wakes up the next morning to find Chris naked in his kitchen making coffee and moaning about the lack of good food in the fridge to Noah, who is following him around happily, he can’t find it in him to tell the guy to get out like he normally does when a conquest is still there in the morning. Instead he strolls into the room, gives Noah’s head a ruffle and sits down at his breakfast table as Chris places a mug of coffee in front of him with a small smile.
Part 2
Author: demonllama1
Rating: NC-17
Relationship status: first time
Word count: 5975
Warning: Language, sexual situations, graphic sex.
A/N: In response to this meme prompt. I’ve already written most of this but the number of parts overall is still slightly undecided. It’ll be around 8. :)
Summary: Zach is a successful fashion designer and Chris is a male model that he takes an interest in.
Part 1
Zach releases a yawn as he sits back on his chair, his feet up on the table in front of him as he scrolls through his iPhone. Next to him sits his casting director and her two assistants with pages and pages of modelling portfolios in front of them. They’re looking for the next face to launch his fall menswear magazine campaign and Zach’s there to pretend to give a crap when really he uses the whole process as a dating service.
“Zach, what did you think of him?” Veronica, his casting director, asks, her pen tapping against her bright red lips.
Zach looks up briefly at the man walking down the room towards them, and then back down to his phone. “Seen better.” He means it too, this season all the models are looking too thin and less muscled and tight.
She sighs, sitting back in her chair and folding her legs elegantly. “Thank you,” she says loudly to the model, who gives them a wide smile and leaves quickly. “Zach, sweetheart, you know I adore you, but we’ve gone through all the major male models who all have an amazing careers and would enhance your campaign. The next lot of models have hardly any modelling experience.”
“New meat,” Zach says with a shark like smile. “Send them in.”
“No asking them to take off their pants,” she says with a scolding look, her green eyes hard and insistent. Zach gives her a ‘who, me?’ expression before going back to his iPhone.
“OK, next one is called Hunter and he’s from Tulsa,” she remarks, flicking through his portfolio quickly.
Zach screws up at his face at ‘Tulsa’ and glances up as a shy model walks in, brown hair falling into his dark eyes as he stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, his posture awful for a supposed model. “Too short,” he says loudly, scrolling through his e-mails and not looking up.
Veronica lets out a sigh as the model turns and walks out, looking annoyed at being dismissed so quickly.
“You know not all designers like to pick the models for their campaigns. They have casting directors, like me, to do that job for them,” Veronica says pointedly, adjusting some of her dark hair.
Zach rolls his eyes and uncrosses his ankles before re-crossing them the other way. “It’s my way of seeing the… talent.”
“Oh, I know,” Veronica says, giving a long suffering sigh before flicking through the next portfolio. “Next one is Chris from California and he’s 22.”
“Fifty bucks say he’s so tanned he’s orange,” Zach says, quickly typing out a reply to a message on his phone.
The door opens and the model sticks his head in before walking fully into the room nervously, tugging his white t-shirt down anxiously.
Zach glances up, meeting his bright blue eyes, and then looks back at his phone before allowing his eyes to slowly crawl back up over the phone again to look at him. Zach uncrosses his ankles and brings his feet down to the floor, leaning forward as he places his phone on the table, ignoring it in favour of looking at the model with his dark blond hair and blue eyes. He’s not perfect considering he looks a little pale, his skin is slightly marred and his body seems top heavy, but there’s something edgy and real about him that Zach immediately takes to. His hair isn’t full of gel, he hasn’t got a fake tan, his eyebrows aren’t properly shaped and it all contributes to making him look painfully normal but not, and Zach likes it.
Veronica watches his reaction out of the corner of her eye and tuts with disapproval before tapping her long fingernails against the desk and glancing down at the portfolio. “Chris, is it?”
“Yeah,” he says nervously, swallowing noticeably as he shifts from foot to foot like he’s anxious and overly nervous. “I’m from Los Angeles.”
“Great, if you could just walk toward us then turn and back so we get the idea of your body shape and how you hold yourself.”
Chris nods and hikes up his dark blue jeans like they’re too big for him, and starts walking toward them, before turning and walking to the back of the room and then turning again so he’s facing them.
“Chris, was it?” Zach asks sweetly, his elbows leaning on the table.
Chris turns to him, eyes widening like he didn’t think he was going to talk to him, or most likely, was told he’d be ignored by the designer. He nods with a small, shy smile and Zach swears his pants get ever so slightly tighter.
“Would you mind turning again and not walking?” Zach asks innocently as Veronica rolls her eyes.
Chris nods, looking a little uncertain about the request, but turns anyway, remaining standing on the spot. Zach lets his eyes travel to his ass and smirks, giving Veronica a wink. She sighs and sits back, like she’s not being appreciated.
“That’s great,” Zach says cheerfully. Chris turns around with a hopeful smile on his face like a small puppy waiting for approval.
“We’ll let you know,” Veronica says, shooting Zach an annoyed glare for a split second before turning back to Chris with a forced smile.
Chris’s smile falls and he nods, looking a little like someone just kicked his dog, and Zach suddenly has the urge to go over and hug him. “Well, thanks for seeing me anyway.”
After he’s walked out Zach turns to Veronica with a smile full of promise and sexual suggestion.
“No, Zach, he has zero experience, he doesn’t have the best body and his skin isn’t great. I only saw him as a favour to my agent friend, OK? No, he is not going to be the poster boy for your campaign, no,” she says, shaking her head indignantly.
“Whose campaign is it again?” Zach says, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Give him a call back, I’m eager to see him again.”
“I’m sure you are, but thankfully for me, and unfortunately for you, my gaydar didn’t ping at all.”
Zach leans back in his chair, letting his feet go back to their position on the table as he leans over and grabs his phone, going back to his original position. “We’ll see.”
…
“Mr Quinto,” Chris says respectfully as Zach strides into the long room, walking down to where Veronica is sitting with an assistant and a stylist. She shoots him a glare and throws her pen on the table, sitting back in her chair in annoyance.
‘What you doing here, Zach?” she says, barely holding back her irritation and frustration at his presence.
“Call backs,” he says simply, sitting up on the table and crossing his legs as he smiles.
“I’ve already gone through five of them, why do you care now?” Veronica snaps, fiddling with a stack of folders next to her.
“I wanted to be here for the start of it, but my eyebrow waxing took longer than I planned. You’re hair is looking gorgeous today by the way,” Zach says, smiling at her in a charming way that gets her gaze to soften the tiniest amount.
“It’s amazing how when it comes to casting your female campaigns and runways, you never want anything to do with it.”
“Makes sense. I don’t wanna fuck any of them. Desperate male models on the other hand,” he trails off, looking over to where Chris is adjusting his clothes nervously, just out of hearing distance. He gets Chris’s attention and motions for him to walk up to the table. Chris gives them a small, shy smile as he approaches.
“How much do you weigh?” Zach asks.
“155 give or take.”
Zach nods with a small smile. “This may be a casual wear campaign, but I may start designing underwear at some point, so let’s see what’s under your clothes,” Zach says confidently, raising an expectant eyebrow like it’s a perfectly normal request. He ignores the incredulous look Veronica is sending his way.
Chris looks between them for a beat, like he’s not sure whether he was serious, before ever so slowly pulling off his top. His hands then go to his pants and fiddle with the button for a moment, before letting them pool at his feet. Zach can’t help the smirk that plasters itself to his face as he leans back on his hands, eyebrow raised as he stares at the bulge in Chris’ white boxer shorts openly.
“I think we may have something for you,” Zach says, his eyes riveted to the outline of Chris’ cock.
Chris’ blue eyes light up even as his cheeks flush red at Zach’s dark gaze. “Yeah?” he asks, looking like a little school boy being given a gold star on his first day of class. It sends a jolt of excitement through Zach’s body.
“Yeah, maybe. There’s this cool bar I go to, you should stop by,” Zach says, getting out his phone and grabbing Veronica’s pen off her to write the address down on a piece of paper.
Veronica folds her arms and glares at him like she hates everything he chooses to be. Zach just grins back at her as he places her pen back in front of her.
Chris pulls up his pants, much to Zach’s regret, and pulls his top over his head before taking the piece of paper Zach holds out to him.
“Hope to see you later, Chris,” Zach says in a soft voice. Chris blushes again, staring down at his shoes before turning and leaving with a small wave.
Zach turns to Veronica with a smile. “Isn’t he just adorable?”
Veronica raises a bemused eyebrow, clicking her nails against the table loudly. “I suppose you’ll inform me tomorrow morning if you think he’s good for the campaign.”
Zach grins and pushes himself off the table. “You know me so well.”
…
Zach takes a long satisfying drag of his cigarette as he sits back in a plush red booth, vaguely listening to his friends discuss his career direction. He knows he’s doing very well right now, and he’s riding the wave hard, but if he’s honest, he is passionate about his designs and the fact he’s getting the attention and money is just a cherry on top of the cake.
He glances over at the bar area, which is fairly quiet considering it’s a Tuesday night, and notices Chris, looking completely out of place in his all American boy get up that includes light blue jeans and a white t-shirt, which is in stark contrast to all the very well dressed guys in designer clothes. He glances around and notices a number of men glancing in Chris’ direction with varying levels of interest.
Zach pushes himself up lazily and walks over to the bar where Chris is now sipping his very pink drink through a yellow straw, an innocent, curious gaze on his face as he looks around like he has no idea he’s the object of attention from a number of people.
“I’m glad you came,” Zach says earnestly, sliding up to him and casting an amused look at the drink.
“My friends told me not to,” Chris says casually, taking another long sip through his straw.
“Why did your friends tell you not to come?”
“They’re models too and they told me the only reason you want me here is so you can sleep with me,” Chris says, a twinge of innocence in his statement like he believes they lied to him and that maybe he’s special. Zach finds it adorably appealing and captivating.
“They’re half right. I want to sleep with you, but if you’re good, I’ll give you the fall campaign and you won’t have to struggle for a modelling job for a while.”
Chris’s eyes widen as he swallows uncomfortably, like he really didn’t believe that was why Zach was interested in him. Zach can’t help but admit the innocent act Chris is pulling is turning him on a lot.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s go sit down for a bit,” Zach says, placing a warm hand at the bottom of Chris’ back and pushing him through the crowd and over to their booth.
Zach’s friends look up, letting their gazes linger on Chris as Zach sits down next to him, pressed up tight to his side.
“This is Chris,” Zach says, throwing his arm around his shoulders like he has every right to. “Chris, this is John, also a designer, and Karl who is my favourite photographer.”
Chris smiles at them both as they give him nods. “New in town?” Karl asks, leaning back in the booth.
“Err, fairly. Been here for about a month,” Chris says with a small smile.
“You liking the city?” Karl asks, lifting his beer bottle to his lips and taking a long swig.
“Yeah, it’s alright,” Chris admits with an awkward smile before leaning over and sipping some of his drink. Zach watches the movement hungrily as Chris sits back up, licking some of the drink off his lips slowly, not knowing he’s being watched.
“Chris might be fronting my menswear campaign,” Zach says, dragging his eyes away from Chris’ mouth and over to John and Karl.
Karl’s eyebrows rise, although he doesn’t look too shocked. “Nice. You’ll be working with me then.”
Chris sits up a little straighter. “You’re shooting it?”
“Sure am. Zach doesn’t trust anyone else.” Karl licks the rim of the beer bottle before glancing at a girl who walks by in a very short red dress. “Very nice.”
“I hope you were checking out her ass, because I don’t want you eyeing up anyone else’s clothes but mine,” Zach jokes, throwing his legs up onto the stretch of empty seat next to him as he roots around for his cigarette pack and places one in his mouth. “Want one?” Zach asks Chris, his words mumbled around the cigarette.
“I don’t smoke,” Chris admits with an easy smile before leaning forward and wrapping his pink lips around the straw again and sucking. Zach watches him with a twinge of arousal as Karl checks out another girl who walks by their table.
They all idly chit chat, Zach barely listening as Karl lists off all the famous models and celebrities he’s worked with to a wide eyed, in awe Chris who is hanging on his every word. Zach quickly becomes bored, finding himself becoming more and more aroused the more and more Chris spends his time with an innocent, shy look on his face like he’s a baby deer in a room full of hunters.
“Wanna get out of here?” Zach says quickly, pushing his cigarette into the ash tray in the centre of the table and turning to Chris. “Finish your drink, come on.”
Chris shoots him a coy smile and takes the drink from the table, wrapping his lips around the straw again and taking his time downing the brightly coloured drink. Zach watches his adam’s apple bob up and down as the drink slides down his throat.
“Come on,” Zach orders, holding out his hand expectantly as Chris slurps the bottom of his drink. Chris shuffles out of the booth and puts his hand up in a half-wave to John and Karl, who are barely paying them any attention.
Zach slings his arm around Chris’s shoulders and glances back at the table. “See you tomorrow, boys.”
…
“Wow,” Chris says as they walk through a door into Zach’s penthouse apartment. Zach always feels a pang of pride whenever people comment on his place considering it wasn’t long ago that he was in some small studio apartment with a toilet that rarely flushed when he wanted it to and no air conditioning during the hot summers.
Zach takes off his jacket and throws it onto one of the couches in the centre of the room casually.
Chris follows with wide, interested eyes. “Nice place.”
“Thanks,” Zach replies, watching Chris carefully as he walks around the apartment, letting his fingers run along some of the polished surfaces of tables. Zach narrows his eyes, watching Chris’ movements critically. “You’re not as naive and innocent as you like to pretend, are you?”
Chris turns and smirks in his direction, confirming Zach’s statement. He sees the shift as Chris drops the façade immediately, his posture becoming more confident and his eyes no longer holding uncertainty or shyness. “Playing the innocent act gets me things. Guys and girls seem to eat it up.” Chris winks at him. “Case in point.”
Zach chuckles as he leans on the back of one of the couches. “Well, now your real audition starts. Come over here and get on your knees.”
“I’m alright, thanks,” Chris replies casually, his eyes fixed on a painting Zach allowed his interior decorator to put up when he wasn’t looking.
“Wasn’t a suggestion,” Zach says, voice expectant. “If you thought we were coming back here to bake some muffins and do the relationship quiz in Cosmo, you’re mistaken. I thought I was pretty clear.”
Chris turns and looks at him, eyes playful and amused. “How often do you sleep with your models?”
Zach raises a sculptured eyebrow, finding this cocky and cheeky Chris even more alluring. “All the fucking time.”
“So, what? If I’m a good little bottom you’ll give me the campaign?”
Zach shrugs lazily, crossing his ankles. “Fall campaign. You better rock my world.”
“So, no cuddling then?” Chris teases.
“If said cuddling includes my dick in your ass, then that’s fine.”
Chris laughs, his eyes lighting up in that boyish, light hearted way that makes Zach become even more impatient.
“Bedroom,” Zach says forcefully, cocking his head in the direction he wants Chris to go in. Chris looks at him in a stubborn, not going to move kind of way and Zach feels a bite of anticipation crawl up his spine as he feels like Chris is going to make him work for it. It sets Zach’s heart racing.
“You know I’ve fucked hotter guys than you and I could go back to that club and pick up four of ‘em, so cut it out and undress so I can pound your ass into my mattress.”
“You know how to make a guy feel really wanted,” Chris says dryly, putting his hand over his heart as he shakes his head at Zach.
Zach feels his patience slipping, feeling like Chris has been teasing him since the first time they met, and now all he wants is to bury himself in that pert ass that Chris isn’t giving up without a fight.
“You know, I preferred you when you were pulling the innocent, cute shit.”
Chris smiles warmly at him and ever so slowly walks toward Zach, eyes full of amusement. “So, what happens if I’m crap in bed?”
“You get a fuck and I’ll thank you for your time,” Zach says, pushing himself up from where he’s leaning and meeting Chris half way.
“You seem really uptight and frustrated. Especially considering everyone’s told me how laid back you can seem in your spare time.”
Zach runs a hand through his hair, unsure himself while he’s suddenly wound so tight. “I just don’t like you being a tease.”
“I plan on following through. Is it me? Do I make you uneasy?” Chris asks, a small smirk lifting his lips. Zach almost says ‘yes’ but remains silent, suddenly finding himself feeling like a deer being hunted.
Chris considers him slowly, his eyes sliding up and down Zach’s body with mild interest. Zach returns the favour, letting his fingers move forward and play with the hem of Chris’ white t-shirt. Chris looks at him, blue eyes deep and unwavering as they stare at Zach in silent challenge.
Then Zach snaps forward, his hand sliding around Chris’ head and forcefully bringing their lips into collision. It’s open mouthed and a little too wet for Zach’s liking, but it’s enough as Chris’ tongue eagerly pushes against his, they’re teeth clashing together for a split second before they pull away, breathing into each other’s mouth.
“Bedroom,” Zach says breathlessly, grabbing Chris’ t-shirt in his fist and tugging him down the hallway and into his dark bedroom, hitting the light switch on his way past. Their lips meet again in a frenzied, uncoordinated kiss and Chris releases a small, needy noise into Zach’s mouth.
They scramble to get their clothes off, their eagerness combined meaning it takes twice as long and Chris lets out a huff of a laugh as Zach fumbles with his belt, trying to undo the buckle with his fingers hastily.
Chris falls onto the bed naked, his blue eyes glazed over with desire and a sliver of mischievousness, like he’s a little school boy who has just defied orders, and Zach finds it completely irresistible.
Zach crawls over Chris’ body, sliding his hands over his firm chest and up his sides, enjoying the noises Chris releases from the attention. Zach leans down and kisses him quickly and deeply before pulling away and going for his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, glancing down and watching as Chris brazenly tugs at his own cock, his eyebrow raised in challenge.
“God, you’re a handful,” Zach says with a shake of his head, even though he’s enjoying it.
“Don’t pretend you’re not getting off on it,” Chris says, leaning up to press a kiss to Zach’s lips before breaking away and awkwardly moving onto his front with Zach still on all fours over him.
“You need much prep or can I just go for it?” Zach asks impatiently.
Chris all out laughs, his body shaking with the action as he turns onto his side, glancing back at Zach with an amused expression.
Zach’s jaw tightens fractionally. “Why are you laughing?”
“Do you ever just have sex for fun and not make it sound like it’s a chore?”
“You’re making it a fucking chore.” Zach gives Chris’ ass a quick slap.
Zach rolls on the condom quickly, rubbing his cock liberally with lube before pushing his body on top of Chris’. He knocks Chris’ knees apart and leans down to press a kiss to Chris’ tailbone before kneeling up and trying to push his cock in.
“Relax,” Zach says through gritted teeth as he pushes in a little further, the hot clench causing him to squeeze his eyes shut at the sensation.
Chris is surprisingly - and pleasantly - quiet underneath him as he sinks himself deeper and deeper into the almost excruciatingly tight heat.
“Fuck,” Chris gasps out quietly, and Zach can see his hands squeezing the covers, making his knuckles go white.
“You alright?” Zach finds himself asking, not wanting to hurt the guy as he snaps his hips forward and groans.
“Get off,” Chris says firmly, causing Zach’s eyes to widen and wonder if he’s done something wrong. He moves off quickly and before he knows it, he’s laying flat on his back, with Chris kneeling over him, a hand behind him directing Zach’s cock back into his ass.
Zach throws an arm over his head, his mouth open as Chris sinks down on to him slowly, his warm heat inviting and welcome as he seats himself firmly and rocks backwards and forwards once. Then it goes from awkward to amazing as Chris moves up and down a few times slowly, his eyes shut in bliss and Zach’s eyes riveted on his face, watching the appealing deep flush cover his cheeks as he starts bouncing up and down faster. Zach is normally the type of guy who likes to be dominant in bed, but lying there and letting Chris ride him is almost better than taking control.
Chris’ groans and yells fill the room and Zach digs his fingers into Chris’ hips, encouraging his movements as Chris impales himself over and over again on his cock eagerly. Zach lets his hands run up and over Chris’ chest, needing to feel the firm flesh under his fingertips as Chris continues to move. He rubs a thumb over Chris’ right nipple and Chris lets out an encouraging moan, seating himself on Zach’s cock and moving forward and back slightly for a bit before going back to riding his cock up and down. Zach bites his lip as Chris runs a hand up his body and tangles his fingers in his chest hair, giving it a slow stroke.
“Fuck,” Zach moans, watching Chris with dark, intense eyes as Chris starts slamming himself down onto Zach relentlessly, a look of complete ecstasy written across his handsome face. “You close?” Zach bites out in between gasps for air.
“Yeah,” Chris sighs, wrapping his own hand around his cock and pumping hastily as he moves up and down at a frenzied, desperate pace that makes Zach’s balls tighten in warning.
“Ah, fuck,” Zach pants out, his body shaking and his eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm thunders through him, leaving him completely breathless and trembling. Chris continues his movements, wringing his orgasm out, and lets out a loud yell as he finally comes over across Zach’s chest messily.
Chris dismounts and falls to the side with a sleepy smile. “I needed that.”
Zach looks to his side and stares at Chris with a look of dopey bliss. “That was pretty good.” He knows he sounds wrecked though, and that completely negates his statement.
“Fuck you,” Chris jokes loudly, playfully slapping his hand against Zach’s belly.
“Considering you’re a poor, lowly model, you might want to be a little nicer to the internationally acclaimed fashion designer. Just a thought.”
Chris gives him a playful look. “I think you’ve had your way too many times and you like that I talk back to you.”
“When I looked at your resume, I didn’t see a psychology degree,” Zach says dryly.
“I minored in it at college actually.”
“Doesn’t make you an expert,” Zach grumbles, leaning over for some tissue and wiping his chest down.
“So, have I got the gig?” Chris asks, moving onto his side and propping his cheek in his hand.
Zach gazes at Chris as he lies there looking all cocky and smug which is a far cry from the naive and innocent act he was pulling at first. Zach finds both a little irresistible and he shrugs. “You can blow me later and I’ll decide then.”
Chris rolls onto his back and laughs. “Fine. I’ll get it, I have mad blowjob skills.”
When 3am rolls around Zach wakes up for no reason he can think of. He looks over and finds Chris sleeping quietly, a trail of drool down his chin making him look adorable. Zach flicks on the bedside lamp and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He feels a small burst of inspiration that completely takes him by surprise, and he frowns. It’s unusual and a little unsettling considering he rarely finds himself doodling in the middle of the night, but he grabs hold of a pencil and a paper pad anyway, willing to follow it through. He draws quickly, like if he doesn’t get the ideas down right that second, he’ll forget them.
Chris lets out a small hum from next to him as he rolls over and pushes his nose into the pillow, his other arm flying over and landing on Zach’s thigh.
Zach barely notices and carries on drawing.
…
Zach walks onto the photo shoot two weeks later, watching everyone do their job for a few moments before making himself known to Karl who gives him a respectful nod. He drags his eyes over to Chris, who is decked out in smart pinstripe slacks with a casual blue shirt that’s all tailored to fit his form like a glove. Zach grins, pleased with the overall look his clothes give Chris, like he’s a preppy Harvard grad.
Zach clicks his tongue idly as he watches Chris turn in different directions, giving the camera a range of poses, looking like he’s born to be in front of the camera. Although, when Karl lowers the camera, Chris’ nerves suddenly show through. Zach smiles.
Zach has a rule that he’s stuck to since he hit the big time, and that’s his one model a week rule. It doesn’t mean he has to stick to one model a week, but that he will never be with the same model for longer than a week because then they can become clingy. It’s a simple rule and he’s had no problem following it in the past, but as he stands there watching Chris give a deep, brooding look to the camera, Zach wonders why he even has that rule.
He tilts his head to the side in consideration, wondering why he feels like if he breaks this rule; it may not just be Chris that becomes clingy.
He watches Chris play thoughtfully with the bottom of the blue shirt as Karl rearranges the lighting slightly.
“That’s probably worth more than your month’s rent,” Zach says loudly, making Chris’ blue eyes snap up to meet his in surprise.
Chris smiles at him, his posture becoming more relaxed as he gives Zach a quick wave.
“Get him to turn around, his ass is pretty amazing, I would know,” Zach suggests as Karl picks the camera back up.
Karl glares at him. “Go away; I don’t want you distracting me, or the crew, or Chris. Go back to designing A-line skirts.”
“You know, Karl, sweetheart, without the work I keep hiring you for, you’d be living in someone’s sex dungeon by now.”
Karl rolls his eyes and lifts the camera back up, clicking a few times at Chris before going over to the creative director who’s watching the images appear on the computer screens with a critical eye.
“Looking hot. That shirt looks fucking impeccable on you,” Zach comments, walking up to Chris and letting his hand run down the top he designed.
“Thanks,” Chris says, looking a little smug as he adjusts his pants slightly, making his bulge become even more obvious.
Zach swallows. “You want to come back to mine tonight?” It’s out of his mouth before he considers what he’s doing.
“I would but I’m washing my hair,” Chris says with a smirk on his face.
Zach lets out a snort. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“It’s kind of my default setting,” Chris jokes, his eyes crinkling at the side as he smiles. “And yours.”
Zach suddenly remembers why he normally picks the easy, desperate guys who can’t wait to get into his pants. It’s simpler and so much easier to deal with.
“Zach, I want to complete this sometime today,” Karl barks loudly from behind them, his eyes expectant and irritated as he stands there with his camera.
Zach shoots him a look before turning to Chris. “I better head back to the office. All my little elves aren’t going to make clothes without me.” Zach gives him a heated look. “Mine. 9pm tonight.”
Chris doesn’t say yes or no and remains fairly impassive as Zach turns, heading back out the way he came and vaguely hearing Karl bark more orders in Chris’ direction as he goes.
…
“Fuck,” Chris grunts from his place kneeling on the couch, both his hands curled around the back of the couch in front of him as Zach rocks into him deeply from behind.
“Zach,” Chris gasps as Zach angles his thrusts up forcefully. “How much is this couch worth?”
Zach’s hips falter for a second and he almost laughs at the random question. “How about we talk about my interior design later?”
Chris laughs, and the noise makes Zach thrust his hips slightly faster as lust coils in his stomach.
“I’m, uh, just, fuck, I’m just warning you that I’m going to jizz all over your couch,” Chris says as he drops his head down and moves his ass back onto Zach’s cock eagerly.
Zach stops, pushing his black hair back with his hand as he leans to the side, not breaking contact, and grabs Chris’ t-shirt from the end of the couch where it’d been thrown earlier.
“Come on that,” Zach says bluntly, putting it down in front of Chris in a ball.
“I thought messing up clothing would be against your religion,” Chris mutters, keeping one hand on the back of the couch as the other lies the t-shirt down on the couch cushion just in front of his dick.
“It’s just a t-shirt, now shut up,” Zach says, not used to this constant bickering they seem to do when they’re fucking. Zach snaps his hips forward and gets his pace back to where it was as one of Chris’ hands come down to tug at his own cock desperately.
Chris lets out something between a wail and a yell as he comes, the action causing his body to clench and spasm almost painfully around Zach’s dick, forcing him over the edge, Chris’ name tumbling out of his mouth with a happy sigh.
Zach pulls back awkwardly, slipping out of Chris so he can throw the condom in the trash. He suddenly hears a high pitched whine come from his kitchen, and he rolls his eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” Chris asks, turning over and sitting down.
“Noah,” Zach explains, his body in a contented buzz.
Chris stares up at him with disapproval. “You keeping another guy in there in case I didn’t put out?”
“Stop being so nosy. It’s my dog.”
Chris’ eyes light up and he’s on his feet in a second, walking naked across the living room area to open the door to the kitchen. Zach can’t help but smile as Noah bounds out, giving a quick bark at Chris before quieting as Chris dotes on him, rubbing behind his ears.
“You are so cute, yes you are, yes you are,” Chris says in a high pitched voice that Zach finds oddly adorable.
“You staying?” Zach asks, leaning down and putting the tip of a cigarette in his mouth before reaching for his lighter.
Chris shrugs, crouching down to give Noah even more attention. “Can if you want. I’m sleeping on my friend’s couch at the moment.”
Zach takes a long drag before looking over at Chris. “When you get paid for the shoot you’ll be able to find somewhere to live.”
Chris nods and shoots him a quick smile before turning his attention back to Noah, who looks like he’s won the dog jackpot, his tail wagging frantically. “Yeah, true.”
Zach nods, blowing out slowly as he lifts the remote control and turns on his flat screen TV that his brother insisted he have. He gives a disgusted face as he moves Chris’ dirty t-shirt off the couch so he can sit down, lazily smoking as he watches the news. Chris settles down next to him, Noah sitting at his feet. Zach shifts his cigarette to his other hand so he can throw his arm around Chris’ shoulders as Chris grabs a blanket and pulls it over their naked bodies. Chris leans into him and grabs the remote control off him, flicking through the channels quickly.
When Zach wakes up the next morning to find Chris naked in his kitchen making coffee and moaning about the lack of good food in the fridge to Noah, who is following him around happily, he can’t find it in him to tell the guy to get out like he normally does when a conquest is still there in the morning. Instead he strolls into the room, gives Noah’s head a ruffle and sits down at his breakfast table as Chris places a mug of coffee in front of him with a small smile.
Part 2