Fic: Curiously Bright, NC17. Zachary Quinto/Chris Pine (Star Trek RPS)
Title: Curiously Bright
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Zach can’t take his eyes off Chris tonight.
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 2608
Note: Title is from a line in the song "Lost" by Annie Lennox. There's also a line in the fic that I lifted directly from another Annie Lennox song and if you can guess it I'll write you a Star Trek ficlet :P Kirk/Spock or Zach/Chris ;)
Zach can’t tear his eyes off Chris tonight. His gaze finds Chris every chance he gets on the red carpet as the flashbulbs pop all around them; at the after party where everyone and their agent wants a piece of them; at the after-after party they throw together for their closest friends; and finally here, back at Zach’s house where about 20 people are still partying at almost 5 a.m. as the sun is just about ready to rise.
Zach couldn’t look away even if he wanted to and he doesn’t want to. There is something incandescent about Chris’ smile. Zach doesn’t think Chris was like this at the other premieres. In fact, he’s certain he wasn’t. But tonight there is something about Chris that Zach can’t put into words; as a form of communication, the English language seems woefully lacking all of a sudden. But even without words to describe it, whatever it is has burned a place in Zach’s brain.
It’s not just Chris’ smile, though. There is something curiously bright about his eyes, too. Not that Zach hasn’t noticed his eyes before. The first time they looked at each other Zach found Chris’ eyes to be incomparably lovely. More than once Zach has considered going out and buying one of those boxes of 64 crayons and playing with all the blues until he can hit upon the right color. He thinks he would start with green-blue and then add a little blue-grey, a smidge of cerulean and just the lightest touch of midnight. He’ll finish with flecks of pacific blue perhaps. Or possibly sea-green.
But tonight Chris’s eyes are even more beautiful, more lit up, than Zach remembers them being every other time he’s looked into them. It’s a kind of revelation to Zach, who has held the line firm inside his heart, resolving that he and Chris would only be friends. This is the decision he’s made despite the times he and Chris have come tantalizingly close to crossing every conceivable boundary. They’ve danced on the line and all but erased the line on occasion but it is always quick and dirty and they laugh afterwards about liquor induced blowjobs-even though they’d hardly drank at dinner. Or adrenaline charged hand jobs even after a relatively quiet day of press.
Chris’ laughter fills the air and Zach’s heart pounds just a little harder. Their eyes meet and Chris smiles and Zach smiles back. They haven’t talked all night, really. They’d been orbiting each other, flitting from friend to friend and have hardly said 10 words to each other but Zach still feels the intimacy of their friendship; even across crowded rooms they share little smiles and looks that feel to Zach like the best kinds of secrets: the ones you hold in your heart safe from the rest of the world.
Zach watches Chris get up from the sofa and cross the room so that at last they are standing next to each other. His disobedient heart starts to race. “Can you believe any of this?” Chris says.
Zach smiles and shakes his head. “Not really. It’s such a crazy ride.”
Chris nods. “I’m not entirely sure this is real. Maybe it’s some madman’s dream.”
“It’s not someone’s dream,” Zach laughs.
“How do you know?” Chris asks, facing Zach now.
“I’m sure someone wouldn’t be dreaming up me having a wicked case of jetlag,” Zach says.
Chris laughs. “I did say it was a madman’s dream. Maybe they like jetlag.”
“I could pinch you, then you’d know it was real,” Zach says, smirking a little.
“I could smack you upside the head and achieve the same goal,” Chris grins.
Zach shakes his head and smirks. “It’s nice though, to end it like this.”
“Hell, yeah,” Chris says. They are quiet for a moment before Chris speaks. “You look good tonight.”
Zach purses his lips into a wry smile and arches an eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” Chris says.
“Exhaustion must agree with me,” Zach says.
“Definitely.”
Zach swallows and meets Chris’ eyes. “I missed you on the red carpet. It’s the first time we didn’t get to hang together on it.”
Chris’ mouth presses into a line. “Want to hear a confession?”
Zach narrows his gaze a little. “Always.”
“I didn’t trust myself to be close to you tonight, didn’t know if I could stop myself from...” The sentence hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity before Chris starts talking again. “Maybe it’s because this is all winding down and then we won’t have these excuses to see each other, I don’t know…”
Zach frowns and ignores the first part because the way his mind is spinning those words around is very dangerous. “I’m a little sad about that, too. We still have Tokyo. Besides, we’re friends; we don’t need excuses to see each other.”
“No, I don’t suppose we do. But I’ve liked this. Liked knowing I would be with you every day,” Chris says and then laughs at himself, maybe for being overly sentimental, Zach’s not certain.
“I’ve liked it, too. More than liked it,” Zach says in a cautious tone. “That’s my confession.”
Chris’ head drops and his chin rests against his chest. “Why is this so fucking hard?” he breathes.
There’s an easy joke on the tip of Zach’s tongue but he leaves it there. “Maybe because it means so much,” Zach offers. “Maybe because we both know there’s something here…”
Chris lifts his head. “I keep looking at you tonight and all I can think is that you could be the best damn thing that hasn’t happened yet to me.”
Zach’s throat tightens and his heart races. “Oh,” is all he can manage.
Chris turns to face Zach and gets dangerously close. He brings one hand against Zach’s cheek and strokes his thumb downward, skating it over Zach’s lower lip. “I’m going to kiss you now in front of all of our friends.”
“Okay,” Zach breathes because it wasn’t a question, and really, even if it were a question what other answer is there? Chris’ mouth brushes his lightly at first and Zach can’t stop the soft sound that escapes his lips. The kiss is soft, tentative. It’s not the first time they kiss but it’s the first time it matters. The sweetness of it almost breaks Zach’s heart but there’s no time for heartbreak as the kiss catches fire and all at once their mouths smash together, their tongues snaking around each other. Chris’ stubble rasps against Zach’s face and makes him shiver. Chris’ fingers slip under Zach’s shirt and moves over his stomach, up his chest, the rough pads brushing a nipple.
Zach gasps and breaks out of the kiss. “Wait, wait,” he whispers.
“Don’t want to,” Chris murmurs, moving in for another kiss.
“Neither do I but I don’t want to put on a porno for our friends,” he says, pointedly.
Chris grins. “Oh, I forgot we weren’t alone.” There’s an unexpected blush coloring Chris’ cheeks that does something to Zach and it’s all he can do not to throw Chris down onto the couch right then and there.
Zach smirks and kisses Chris again before backing off. “Let me send everyone home and then…”
Chris’ grin turns sinful. “And then you’ll go to bed with me.”
Those words make Zach’s cock twitch. “Absolutely,” he says. They kiss again, a little desperately for such a quick brush of lips against lips. “Be right back.”
Zach goes about breaking up the last of the partygoers who all know the reason they are being sent home and don’t seem to mind. By the time Zach finds himself in his bedroom and sees Chris sitting on the edge of the bed he can feel sparks shooting through his frame, like his body is a fuse just waiting to ignite.
There’s a fluttering in Zach’s stomach that starts as soon as Chris gets to his feet and crosses to him. His face is held firmly in Chris’ hands, the other man’s fingers stroking against his skin tenderly for a few seconds that hang suspended from time. Their eyes meet and they both know this is it, the moment of truth, the last chance to stop this before they lose control.
“I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” Chris murmurs in a half-whisper. It’s another confession, another secret Chris is sharing with Zach that Zach will tuck away inside his heart.
“Enough talk,” Zach says and this time he’s the one closing the space between them. He pulls Chris against him and brings their mouths together and Chris yields to him, letting Zach control the kiss, his mouth surprisingly soft and so warm beneath Zach’s.
They stumble back onto the bed, landing on it in a tangle of limbs. They twist and turn together, like puzzle pieces looking to become one. Chris is almost clawing at Zach’s shirt and Zach is fumbling desperately with the zipper of Chris’ pants, hands seeking to remove unnecessary clothing. Their suits finally end up in a pile on the floor and their bodies are at last flush together.
Chris is solid against Zach, his weight comforting, his skin hot. Their mouths find each other again and the kiss is wild and bruising. Zach feels the scrape of Chris’ short nails down his back, feels them dig a little into his flesh, knows that they will leave little half moons in their wake. Zach holds onto Chris’ skull, the other man’s bristly hair is oddly soft under his fingers.
Legs and arms intertwine until they find the right fit and Zach is looking up into his friend’s eyes. They are electric blue, flashing with purpose, with clarity of desire that leave Zach lightheaded. Chris’ hands are against Zach’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed as he lifts himself up, his knees on either side of Zach’s thighs.
Zach can’t stop himself from stretching out his hand and touching Chris’ face, feeling the rough stubble scratch against the pads of his fingers. His hand moves behind Chris’ neck and he drags the other man down for another kiss, this one wet and slow and enough to curl Zach’s toes.
Want and need coil in Zach’s belly as Chris’ hands move over his too warm skin, as his mouth slides along Zach’s throat. He’s trembling with every touch, every brush of lips. It’s too much and it’s not enough. “Fuck me already,” Zach says impatiently, his voice desperate and low.
A gorgeous full throated laugh falls from Chris’ lips and he kisses Zach again. “Do you…”
“Drawer,” Zach says, indicating the nightstand. He watches Chris pull it open and fumble inside until he finds what they need.
Chris looks right into Zach’s eyes then. The look Zach sees is serious and tender and makes his breath catch in his throat. Their lips touch, tongues sliding lightly together. Zach hears a foil wrapper being opened, a cap being popped. The anticipation makes him shake, makes his heart hammer. Zach wraps his legs around Chris’ waist. Chris runs his hand against Zach’s jaw line. They share another secret smile, another meaningful look and then Zach’s world dissolves around him as he feels Chris slide into his body.
Zach’s fingers tighten around Chris’ arms, he’s holding on so hard he thinks he’ll leave bruises behind. Chris is hard and thick and throbbing inside him. “Fuck,” Zach breathes.
A cocky little smile turns the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Okay,” he says and starts to move. He thrusts sharply and deeply, rocking his hips, setting an almost brutal pace as he crashes into Zach over and over.
Zach moans and arches as he moves with Chris. He feels the coil inside him tighten with every hard thrust, feels the tension in his body ratchet higher and higher as Chris continues his unrelenting rhythm. He feels the scrape of Chris’ teeth against his shoulder, slides his fingers slowly down Chris back and then against his sides until finally he finds one of Chris hands and laces their fingers together, pulling it between his own legs.
Chris doesn’t hesitate in wrapping his fist around Zach’s cock and that first touch alone almost sends Zach over the edge. Chris’ grip is strong and certain as he starts to move his fist up and down Zach’s length, his thumb swiping lazily against the head.
Zach groans, his shoulders curling off the bed. Chris squeezes his hand tighter, starts to jerk Zach’s cock roughly, his thrusts taking on the same staccato cadence. There is no control, no discipline to the rhythm anymore as Chris pounds into Zach mercilessly until they both come. The aching need that had coiled inside Zach doesn’t so much uncoil as it detonates, sending pleasure crackling through every bit of him.
Chris is pressed against his chest and Zach can feel his friend’s heart beating hard, can feel his hot breath against his throat. They stay that way for a long while, no sound in the room except their breathing. Chris lifts his head finally and looks down at Zach. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?” he says.
Zach laughs and is glad to see the smile on Chris’ face, glad to hear the ease in his voice. “We’re stupid,” Zach says.
“Yeah, yeah we are,” Chris says. He kisses Zach’s mouth and rolls off of his body, taking a few seconds to discard the condom before pressing against his side, draping one arm over Zach’s chest possessively. “Fuck, I’m tired,” he says, yawning.
Zach yawns too and feels the weight of exhaustion slam into him all at once. “Want to try to sleep?” He gets his answer seconds later as he hears the soft snuffle of Chris breathing. Zach smirks and strokes his fingers through Chris short hair and lets himself start to drift off too.
****
Its hours later when Zach wakes up and realizes he and Chris are not alone in bed. “Guys…” he says.
“Seems I wandered into a ménage a four,” Chris remarks.
Zach laughs as he sees Harold his cat perched on Chris’ chest. “That means he likes you,” he said.
“You like me, Harold? Huh?” Chris says, scratching the cat’s chin.
“It also means he’s hungry and might bite your nose off if I don’t feed him soon,” Zach says. Noah barks and Zach laughs.
“I guess Noah shares the sentiment,” Chris says. “Okay, so why don’t we do this. We feed Harold and Noah and then feed ourselves.”
“What did you have in mind?” Zach asks.
“Eggs. And toast and bacon and potatoes and all that incredibly fattening, incredibly yummy breakfast stuff.”
“Mmm… sounds good but I don’t have any of that in my house,” Zach says
“Who said anything about cooking? I burn cereal,” Chris says.
Zach laughs. “So you want to go out?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d buy you breakfast,” Chris says and then sees the clock. “Brunch. Lunch. Whatever.”
“I get an after-sex meal, too?
“Of course,” Chris grins. “What did you think? I’d fuck you and then slip out before you woke up?”
“No,” Zach said.
“You did,” Chris says. “I’m insulted.”
“I didn’t. I just want you to know I have no expectations,” Zach says.
“That’s okay. I have enough for the both of us,” Chris says with a wink and slides a hand behind Zach’s neck and kisses him. He gets out of bed and pulls his pants on. “Come on, Harold, lets find your food.”
Zach watches Chris and Harold go and shakes his head, unable to keep the smile off his lips.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Zach can’t take his eyes off Chris tonight.
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 2608
Note: Title is from a line in the song "Lost" by Annie Lennox. There's also a line in the fic that I lifted directly from another Annie Lennox song and if you can guess it I'll write you a Star Trek ficlet :P Kirk/Spock or Zach/Chris ;)
Zach can’t tear his eyes off Chris tonight. His gaze finds Chris every chance he gets on the red carpet as the flashbulbs pop all around them; at the after party where everyone and their agent wants a piece of them; at the after-after party they throw together for their closest friends; and finally here, back at Zach’s house where about 20 people are still partying at almost 5 a.m. as the sun is just about ready to rise.
Zach couldn’t look away even if he wanted to and he doesn’t want to. There is something incandescent about Chris’ smile. Zach doesn’t think Chris was like this at the other premieres. In fact, he’s certain he wasn’t. But tonight there is something about Chris that Zach can’t put into words; as a form of communication, the English language seems woefully lacking all of a sudden. But even without words to describe it, whatever it is has burned a place in Zach’s brain.
It’s not just Chris’ smile, though. There is something curiously bright about his eyes, too. Not that Zach hasn’t noticed his eyes before. The first time they looked at each other Zach found Chris’ eyes to be incomparably lovely. More than once Zach has considered going out and buying one of those boxes of 64 crayons and playing with all the blues until he can hit upon the right color. He thinks he would start with green-blue and then add a little blue-grey, a smidge of cerulean and just the lightest touch of midnight. He’ll finish with flecks of pacific blue perhaps. Or possibly sea-green.
But tonight Chris’s eyes are even more beautiful, more lit up, than Zach remembers them being every other time he’s looked into them. It’s a kind of revelation to Zach, who has held the line firm inside his heart, resolving that he and Chris would only be friends. This is the decision he’s made despite the times he and Chris have come tantalizingly close to crossing every conceivable boundary. They’ve danced on the line and all but erased the line on occasion but it is always quick and dirty and they laugh afterwards about liquor induced blowjobs-even though they’d hardly drank at dinner. Or adrenaline charged hand jobs even after a relatively quiet day of press.
Chris’ laughter fills the air and Zach’s heart pounds just a little harder. Their eyes meet and Chris smiles and Zach smiles back. They haven’t talked all night, really. They’d been orbiting each other, flitting from friend to friend and have hardly said 10 words to each other but Zach still feels the intimacy of their friendship; even across crowded rooms they share little smiles and looks that feel to Zach like the best kinds of secrets: the ones you hold in your heart safe from the rest of the world.
Zach watches Chris get up from the sofa and cross the room so that at last they are standing next to each other. His disobedient heart starts to race. “Can you believe any of this?” Chris says.
Zach smiles and shakes his head. “Not really. It’s such a crazy ride.”
Chris nods. “I’m not entirely sure this is real. Maybe it’s some madman’s dream.”
“It’s not someone’s dream,” Zach laughs.
“How do you know?” Chris asks, facing Zach now.
“I’m sure someone wouldn’t be dreaming up me having a wicked case of jetlag,” Zach says.
Chris laughs. “I did say it was a madman’s dream. Maybe they like jetlag.”
“I could pinch you, then you’d know it was real,” Zach says, smirking a little.
“I could smack you upside the head and achieve the same goal,” Chris grins.
Zach shakes his head and smirks. “It’s nice though, to end it like this.”
“Hell, yeah,” Chris says. They are quiet for a moment before Chris speaks. “You look good tonight.”
Zach purses his lips into a wry smile and arches an eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” Chris says.
“Exhaustion must agree with me,” Zach says.
“Definitely.”
Zach swallows and meets Chris’ eyes. “I missed you on the red carpet. It’s the first time we didn’t get to hang together on it.”
Chris’ mouth presses into a line. “Want to hear a confession?”
Zach narrows his gaze a little. “Always.”
“I didn’t trust myself to be close to you tonight, didn’t know if I could stop myself from...” The sentence hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity before Chris starts talking again. “Maybe it’s because this is all winding down and then we won’t have these excuses to see each other, I don’t know…”
Zach frowns and ignores the first part because the way his mind is spinning those words around is very dangerous. “I’m a little sad about that, too. We still have Tokyo. Besides, we’re friends; we don’t need excuses to see each other.”
“No, I don’t suppose we do. But I’ve liked this. Liked knowing I would be with you every day,” Chris says and then laughs at himself, maybe for being overly sentimental, Zach’s not certain.
“I’ve liked it, too. More than liked it,” Zach says in a cautious tone. “That’s my confession.”
Chris’ head drops and his chin rests against his chest. “Why is this so fucking hard?” he breathes.
There’s an easy joke on the tip of Zach’s tongue but he leaves it there. “Maybe because it means so much,” Zach offers. “Maybe because we both know there’s something here…”
Chris lifts his head. “I keep looking at you tonight and all I can think is that you could be the best damn thing that hasn’t happened yet to me.”
Zach’s throat tightens and his heart races. “Oh,” is all he can manage.
Chris turns to face Zach and gets dangerously close. He brings one hand against Zach’s cheek and strokes his thumb downward, skating it over Zach’s lower lip. “I’m going to kiss you now in front of all of our friends.”
“Okay,” Zach breathes because it wasn’t a question, and really, even if it were a question what other answer is there? Chris’ mouth brushes his lightly at first and Zach can’t stop the soft sound that escapes his lips. The kiss is soft, tentative. It’s not the first time they kiss but it’s the first time it matters. The sweetness of it almost breaks Zach’s heart but there’s no time for heartbreak as the kiss catches fire and all at once their mouths smash together, their tongues snaking around each other. Chris’ stubble rasps against Zach’s face and makes him shiver. Chris’ fingers slip under Zach’s shirt and moves over his stomach, up his chest, the rough pads brushing a nipple.
Zach gasps and breaks out of the kiss. “Wait, wait,” he whispers.
“Don’t want to,” Chris murmurs, moving in for another kiss.
“Neither do I but I don’t want to put on a porno for our friends,” he says, pointedly.
Chris grins. “Oh, I forgot we weren’t alone.” There’s an unexpected blush coloring Chris’ cheeks that does something to Zach and it’s all he can do not to throw Chris down onto the couch right then and there.
Zach smirks and kisses Chris again before backing off. “Let me send everyone home and then…”
Chris’ grin turns sinful. “And then you’ll go to bed with me.”
Those words make Zach’s cock twitch. “Absolutely,” he says. They kiss again, a little desperately for such a quick brush of lips against lips. “Be right back.”
Zach goes about breaking up the last of the partygoers who all know the reason they are being sent home and don’t seem to mind. By the time Zach finds himself in his bedroom and sees Chris sitting on the edge of the bed he can feel sparks shooting through his frame, like his body is a fuse just waiting to ignite.
There’s a fluttering in Zach’s stomach that starts as soon as Chris gets to his feet and crosses to him. His face is held firmly in Chris’ hands, the other man’s fingers stroking against his skin tenderly for a few seconds that hang suspended from time. Their eyes meet and they both know this is it, the moment of truth, the last chance to stop this before they lose control.
“I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” Chris murmurs in a half-whisper. It’s another confession, another secret Chris is sharing with Zach that Zach will tuck away inside his heart.
“Enough talk,” Zach says and this time he’s the one closing the space between them. He pulls Chris against him and brings their mouths together and Chris yields to him, letting Zach control the kiss, his mouth surprisingly soft and so warm beneath Zach’s.
They stumble back onto the bed, landing on it in a tangle of limbs. They twist and turn together, like puzzle pieces looking to become one. Chris is almost clawing at Zach’s shirt and Zach is fumbling desperately with the zipper of Chris’ pants, hands seeking to remove unnecessary clothing. Their suits finally end up in a pile on the floor and their bodies are at last flush together.
Chris is solid against Zach, his weight comforting, his skin hot. Their mouths find each other again and the kiss is wild and bruising. Zach feels the scrape of Chris’ short nails down his back, feels them dig a little into his flesh, knows that they will leave little half moons in their wake. Zach holds onto Chris’ skull, the other man’s bristly hair is oddly soft under his fingers.
Legs and arms intertwine until they find the right fit and Zach is looking up into his friend’s eyes. They are electric blue, flashing with purpose, with clarity of desire that leave Zach lightheaded. Chris’ hands are against Zach’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed as he lifts himself up, his knees on either side of Zach’s thighs.
Zach can’t stop himself from stretching out his hand and touching Chris’ face, feeling the rough stubble scratch against the pads of his fingers. His hand moves behind Chris’ neck and he drags the other man down for another kiss, this one wet and slow and enough to curl Zach’s toes.
Want and need coil in Zach’s belly as Chris’ hands move over his too warm skin, as his mouth slides along Zach’s throat. He’s trembling with every touch, every brush of lips. It’s too much and it’s not enough. “Fuck me already,” Zach says impatiently, his voice desperate and low.
A gorgeous full throated laugh falls from Chris’ lips and he kisses Zach again. “Do you…”
“Drawer,” Zach says, indicating the nightstand. He watches Chris pull it open and fumble inside until he finds what they need.
Chris looks right into Zach’s eyes then. The look Zach sees is serious and tender and makes his breath catch in his throat. Their lips touch, tongues sliding lightly together. Zach hears a foil wrapper being opened, a cap being popped. The anticipation makes him shake, makes his heart hammer. Zach wraps his legs around Chris’ waist. Chris runs his hand against Zach’s jaw line. They share another secret smile, another meaningful look and then Zach’s world dissolves around him as he feels Chris slide into his body.
Zach’s fingers tighten around Chris’ arms, he’s holding on so hard he thinks he’ll leave bruises behind. Chris is hard and thick and throbbing inside him. “Fuck,” Zach breathes.
A cocky little smile turns the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Okay,” he says and starts to move. He thrusts sharply and deeply, rocking his hips, setting an almost brutal pace as he crashes into Zach over and over.
Zach moans and arches as he moves with Chris. He feels the coil inside him tighten with every hard thrust, feels the tension in his body ratchet higher and higher as Chris continues his unrelenting rhythm. He feels the scrape of Chris’ teeth against his shoulder, slides his fingers slowly down Chris back and then against his sides until finally he finds one of Chris hands and laces their fingers together, pulling it between his own legs.
Chris doesn’t hesitate in wrapping his fist around Zach’s cock and that first touch alone almost sends Zach over the edge. Chris’ grip is strong and certain as he starts to move his fist up and down Zach’s length, his thumb swiping lazily against the head.
Zach groans, his shoulders curling off the bed. Chris squeezes his hand tighter, starts to jerk Zach’s cock roughly, his thrusts taking on the same staccato cadence. There is no control, no discipline to the rhythm anymore as Chris pounds into Zach mercilessly until they both come. The aching need that had coiled inside Zach doesn’t so much uncoil as it detonates, sending pleasure crackling through every bit of him.
Chris is pressed against his chest and Zach can feel his friend’s heart beating hard, can feel his hot breath against his throat. They stay that way for a long while, no sound in the room except their breathing. Chris lifts his head finally and looks down at Zach. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?” he says.
Zach laughs and is glad to see the smile on Chris’ face, glad to hear the ease in his voice. “We’re stupid,” Zach says.
“Yeah, yeah we are,” Chris says. He kisses Zach’s mouth and rolls off of his body, taking a few seconds to discard the condom before pressing against his side, draping one arm over Zach’s chest possessively. “Fuck, I’m tired,” he says, yawning.
Zach yawns too and feels the weight of exhaustion slam into him all at once. “Want to try to sleep?” He gets his answer seconds later as he hears the soft snuffle of Chris breathing. Zach smirks and strokes his fingers through Chris short hair and lets himself start to drift off too.
****
Its hours later when Zach wakes up and realizes he and Chris are not alone in bed. “Guys…” he says.
“Seems I wandered into a ménage a four,” Chris remarks.
Zach laughs as he sees Harold his cat perched on Chris’ chest. “That means he likes you,” he said.
“You like me, Harold? Huh?” Chris says, scratching the cat’s chin.
“It also means he’s hungry and might bite your nose off if I don’t feed him soon,” Zach says. Noah barks and Zach laughs.
“I guess Noah shares the sentiment,” Chris says. “Okay, so why don’t we do this. We feed Harold and Noah and then feed ourselves.”
“What did you have in mind?” Zach asks.
“Eggs. And toast and bacon and potatoes and all that incredibly fattening, incredibly yummy breakfast stuff.”
“Mmm… sounds good but I don’t have any of that in my house,” Zach says
“Who said anything about cooking? I burn cereal,” Chris says.
Zach laughs. “So you want to go out?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d buy you breakfast,” Chris says and then sees the clock. “Brunch. Lunch. Whatever.”
“I get an after-sex meal, too?
“Of course,” Chris grins. “What did you think? I’d fuck you and then slip out before you woke up?”
“No,” Zach said.
“You did,” Chris says. “I’m insulted.”
“I didn’t. I just want you to know I have no expectations,” Zach says.
“That’s okay. I have enough for the both of us,” Chris says with a wink and slides a hand behind Zach’s neck and kisses him. He gets out of bed and pulls his pants on. “Come on, Harold, lets find your food.”
Zach watches Chris and Harold go and shakes his head, unable to keep the smile off his lips.
~fin~