Fic: Bright Lights
Title: Bright Lights
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chris and Zach go to the Golden Globes.
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 3299
Note: This story was inspired by an interview Zach gave at the Golden Globes. In which he said something that is directly quoted within this fic.
“It’s too tight,” Chris said.
The smile that quirked the corners of Zach’s mouth was positively obscene in its implications. “That’s not a complaint I’ve ever heard from you before.”
Chris grimaced. “Seriously, man, you’re cutting off the flow of blood to my brain,” he said.
“Stop being a baby, it’s supposed to be tight,” Zach said, fingers pulling on the silk and then nodding and taking a step back and turning Chris by the arms. He brushed imaginary lint off the shoulders of Chris’ crisp black tuxedo jacket and nodded again. “There.”
Chris cocked his head a little and squinted before tugging on the ends of the bowtie a little and pulling the jacket straight before buttoning it up. He pushed his fingers lightly through his hair and studied his reflection in the full length mirror. “I look good,” Chris proclaimed.
Zach chuckled and reached for the jacket that was still hanging on the back of the door. “You’re not fooling me,” he said, slipping it on as Chris stepped away from the full length mirror and stood in front of him.
Chris reached out and straightened the knot of Zach’s tie, making sure it hung perfectly as he smoothed the soft fabric with his fingers. “I’m not fooling you about what?” he said, looking into Zach’s eyes.
“You’re nervous about tonight. You’ve been edgy and grumpy all day,” Zach said. “I’ve known you long enough to know your moods.”
“Have me all figured out, huh?” Chris smiled.
Zach nodded. “Yep,” he said. “You’re not as mysterious as you’d like to believe Mr. Pine.”
Chris laughed. “I’m not the mysterious one. You are,” he said, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Zach’s mouth.
As far as kisses went that one was nothing special, just a soft, quick nothing of a kiss. But it was still new to Zach, new to them both. They’d known each other for a few years, worked with each other day in and out for six months. But only recently had they moved past friendship into something else. Something they were still defining, something still bright and new and just a little thrilling. Zach kissed Chris back, a little harder, a lot more serious. “The car will be here any minute.”
“Fuck,” Chris said. “I forgot to call them and tell them I’d be here and not at my apartment.” He reached into his pocket for his phone and starting to fumble with it, looking for the right number. Zach noticed his hands were shaking a little.
“Relax,” Zach said. “They called to confirm this morning and I told them you’d be over here.”
Chris stopped and looked up. “Oh. Thanks.”
“Yeah. You really are on edge,” Zach said.
Chris closed his eyes and sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples. “It’s just so-weird.”
Zach sat down. “It’s just the Golden Globes. Lot’s of pretentious, egomaniacal actors in fancy clothes acting like they matter. You’ll fit right in,” he said, bumping his shoulder against Chris’ and winking when Chris looked at him.
Chris exhaled. “I don’t want to look like an idiot,” he said.
“You’ll be fine. I’ve seen you work the press, you’re good at it. We’ll do our thing. Eat some swanky food, drink some free booze. It’s going to be fun,” Zach said.
Chris nodded. “Right. Fun,” he said.
Zach reached out and took hold of Chris’ hand, feeling the light tremors as he squeezed. “Did you eat today?” he asked. He’d seen Chris get this way before. Usually during a long day on set when he’d forgotten to have lunch. His blood sugar would get a little low and he’d get shaky and cranky.
Chris shook his head. “I can’t eat when I’m stressed, you know that,” he said.
Zach frowned. “You’re eating when we get there,” he said.
“No arguments,” Chris said.
“That’s a first,” Zach said and touched Chris’ cheek. “You really do look good,” he smiled.
“So do you,” Chris said, and kissed Zach’s mouth.
The trill of Zach’s phone cut through the air but Zach’s mouth lingered on Chris’ for a few extra beats. “I love being able to kiss you whenever I fucking want,” he murmured as he finally pulled back.
“Do you work on these smooth little lines that just seem to spill past your lips at the right moment?” Chris smirked, standing up.
Zach shook his head and took his phone out. “They just roll off my tongue, I don’t even have to think about it,” he said as he pressed a button on the phone. “Yeah, we’re coming out now.” Zach put the phone back in his pocket. “Ready?”
“Willing and able,” Chris said with a little salute.
They made their way out of the house and outside to where the limousine was parked and Jill from their mutual agency was standing, smoking a cigarette. “So, they sent me to mind both of you boys tonight. I’m expecting you to behave,” she said, looking from one to the other with a smile.
“Aw, Jill, aren’t I always a joy and a pleasure?” Chris said, kissing her cheek.
“Occasionally. When you’re not a holy terror,” she said and then looked at them both again. “There’s nothing special I need to know, is there? Nothing either of you would care to tell me?”
Chris and Zach shared a look between them then turned to Jill with masks of perfect innocence on their faces. “Nothing I can think of,” Zach said.
“Nope, me neither,” Chris grinned, opening the door. “After you.” Jill gave him a meaningful look before climbing inside. Zach smirked.
“Thanks, baby,” he said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear before kissing Chris on the cheek and getting in after Jill.
“Did you just call Chris ‘baby’, Zach?” she asked.
Zach grinned. “Yes, I believe I did,” Zach said. Jill had the look of a woman who had suddenly realized she was in for a very long night.
Chris slid inside and shut the door. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “I feel kind of woozy,” he said softly just after the car had begun to move.
Zach looked over at him. “You’re such an idiot,” he said, his voice whisper soft and tender with concern.
Jill cleared her throat and both men looked over at her. “I’m going to kill you both,” she said.
Chris chuckled. “Relax, Jill. We’ll behave on the red carpet,” he said.
“And inside the theater. And at the parties,” Jill added.
“Of course. We’re total professionals,” Chris assured her.
“Total,” Zach added, nodding. Jill actually looked frightened as she turned her head and rolled down her window so she could blow smoke outside.
****
The red carpet was taking a lot longer than they’d anticipated. Zach and Chris were hardly the most famous actors on it but that didn’t mean that they weren’t stopped along the way by almost every media outlet. The more it stretched on the more Chris was zoning out. It was hot and noisy and Zach had to stop himself from reaching out on several occasions when he felt the urge to rest a supportive hand on Chris’ back, or touch his shoulder, or grip his elbow to guide the other man along. Under ordinary circumstances Zach didn’t worry about Chris’ ability to take care of himself but tonight was by no means ordinary and the last thing anyone needed was Chris passing out in the middle of the Golden Globes.
It wasn’t much better inside the theater. Cooler, yes, with the air conditioning cranked way up but it was still crowded with actors and television crews and assorted Golden Globes staff. They were guided to their table just as the lights blinked three times. Chris slumped into his chair and poured himself champagne.
“I thought they served food at this thing,” Zach said to Jill, looking around.
“They do. But they stop serving a half hour before the show. They don’t want people spilling food on themselves or getting caught chewing on camera,” Jill said.
Zach glanced at Chris who looked downright annoyed. “You okay?” he asked, leaning over.
“I’m going to kill someone and eat them if I don’t get some fucking food,” Chris said, his voice low.
“It’s going to have to be a man. None of these actresses have any flesh on them,” Zach said, conspiratorially.
That broke the tension and made Chris smile but he quickly went back to scowling and rubbing his eyes. “Seriously, man, I feel like shit. I might faint on the fucking stage,” he said.
“Stop rubbing your eyes,” Zach said, grabbing at Chris’ hand. “They’re all bloodshot.”
Chris stopped and reached for his champagne instead, taking a long swallow. “I don’t think the booze is helping.”
“Doubtful,” Zach said. He looked around. “I think I see some breadsticks at Brangelina’s table. What do you think? Should I go over there and abscond with them?”
“If you steal Brangelina’s breadsticks one of them is going to kick your ass. Probably her,” Chris said.
Zach laughed, glad that Chris hadn’t checked out so much that he couldn’t make a good joke. “We’ll get out of here right after we present, find some food at one of the parties.”
Chris nodded and drained his glass. “Good. Otherwise we’re going to have to seriously consider your plan to get those breadsticks.”
Zach slid his hand under the table and stroked Chris’ thigh. “I’ve already got our escape route mapped out.”
Chris smiled wanly. “That’s why I love you,” he said.
The words were spoken so softly that Zach wondered at first if he’d imagined them. But when Chris glanced over at him and he saw the expression on his face, the sweetness in his sky blue eyes, Zach knew he hadn’t imagined anything.
*****
They managed to sneak out of the theater shortly after presenting their category. The first stop was the NBC, Universal, and Focus Features party inside the same venue. Jill led them through the media that was assembled just outside the entrance way.
“I feel like I just went for a run or something, my heart is pounding,” Chris said, bouncing a little on his feet as they waited to talk to a couple more interviewers.
Zach looked over. “You need to get some food inside you,” he said, brows knotted.
“Maybe I need to get something else inside me,” Chris breathed in Zach’s ear.
Tension pooled in Zach’s belly as Chris’ words slid down his spine. “You’re delirious with hunger,” Zach said.
“I’m delirious for you,” Chris said, smirking.
Zach shook his head. “You’re in far too vulnerable of a state, I wouldn’t dare take advantage,” he said.
“What if I want you to take advantage?” Chris hissed. “I’m so weak and vulnerable you could just have your way with me, wouldn’t you like that?”
Zach licked his lips and eyed Chris’ thick, incredibly fuckable mouth. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Maybe I like trouble,” Chris said. Jill took his elbow and led him to an interview then, giving Zach a look.
Zach smiled. “He’s just hungry,” he said. She rolled her eyes and Zach suppressed a laugh. He spoke with the same reporter right after Chris and watched as Jill led Chris to one more interview before finally taking Chris into the ballroom where the party was being held, leaving Zach to fend for himself.
“I was just talking to your captain, Chris Pine,” the reporter from TV Guide said.
“Ah, my captain, yes, yes. I hope he got some food in his belly, he was about to pass out,” Zach said, looking in the direction where Chris had just gone before turning back to the reporter. The next question was if he felt as eager as Chris did to have the movie come out already. Zach began to talk about how he was okay with waiting and that was mainly because as long as the movie was still unseen it was still something that was his and there was something he liked about this period where it still belonged to him and not to the world.
The interview was done and Zach finally made his way into the party. He said hello to a few people as he milled through, scanning the crowd until his eyes found what he wanted. Chris was sitting at a table with Jill, wolfing down the hors d’ouevres that he’d piled high onto his plate. Zach smiled to himself and started to think that it wasn’t just the movie that he was reluctant to share with the rest of the world.
Zach grabbed a drink off of one tray and a stuffed mushroom off of another, popping it into his mouth. He reached Chris and sat down in the empty chair on his other side. “Feeling better?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Chris mumbled as he chewed. “This lobster thing is amazing, try one.”
Zach started to say Chris should eat them when the other man stuffed one into his mouth. Zach swallowed and laughed a little when he was done. “That is good,” he said. “But you do that again and Jill’s going to have a fucking heart attack.”
“Jill’s given up,” Jill said. “Jill is leaving you two to your own devices for the rest of the evening. If you manage to out yourselves by morning it won’t be my responsibility.” She got up and kissed Chris on the cheek. “You did great.” She looked at Zach and added, “So did you. But next time Simon gets you both.”
Zach was laughing as Jill left. He looked back at Chris who had gone back to eating. “There are a couple more parties we’re supposed to hit.”
Chris nodded. “Sounds good,” he said. “I won’t feed you any more, just so we don’t out ourselves.”
Zach smirked. “Good idea. You know, you keep saying you can’t wait for the movie to come out. How come?”
Chris shrugged and drank a little water. “I’ve never been more proud of a movie I’ve done. I’ve never had a better experience with the people I worked with. I’m just really eager to let the world see what we did. What we did together,” he said, the last words whispered as Chris lightly brushed the back of Zach’s hand before quickly pulling back.
Zach inhaled slowly. “Yeah,” he said.
“I know you like keeping things to yourself,” Chris said. “But you don’t lose things just because you share them. And there are some things that no one else will ever get to see, that will always be yours.”
There was a long stretch of quiet before Zach risked everything to lean forward and place a soft, quick kiss on Chris’ lips before getting to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Chris asked.
“To get you another plate of food. You’re going to need your strength for later.”
Chris laughed. “Get more of those lobster thingamajigs,” he called as Zach moved away from the table.
****
Chris’ bowtie was undone and his jacket was almost completely off as he pressed against Zach in the back of the limo, pushing at Zach’s jacket with one hand, undoing the buttons of his shirt with the other before running his hand softly over Zach’s stomach.
Zach twisted so that he was sideways, back pressed against one of the doors. He was trying to get Chris’ belt open, fumbling to unfasten his pants and slide a hand inside. He finally managed it, after pulling Chris closer and kicking one of his legs out so that his foot slammed against the privacy screen. He wondered what the driver thought of that but stopped caring when Chris’ mouth attached itself to one of his nipples. “Fuck,” Zach rasped.
Chris grinned at him, lips skating up Zach’s torso. The smile on his face was wolfish as he captured Zach’s mouth in a wicked, wet kiss. “I liked the way you looked at me all night,” Chris said, fingers finding their way inside Zach’s tuxedo pants.
“What way was that?” Zach hissed, pushing his hand beneath the band of Chris’ briefs and lightly stroking one finger against the head of his cock.
Chris whimpered, his eyes rolling back a little. “All worried and distressed, chewing on your lower lip. You looked so cute.”
“You didn’t eat; I didn’t want to have to drag your limp body down the red carpet or onto the stage. That would’ve killed the whole debonair thing I had going.”
Chris laughed throatily. “Bullshit. You were worried sick about me,” he said. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Do you?” Zach said, winding his fingers slowly around Chris’ cock, sliding his hand up and down.
Chris moaned and gripped Zach tightly. “Mmmhmm,” Chris said, bringing his lips near Zach’s ear. “So. Goddamned. Fucking. Sweet.” He punctuated each word with a twist of his wrist or a jerk of his hand as he squeezed harder and harder.
Zach arched and gasped, pushing the fingers of his other hand into Chris’ hair and dragging him in for a wild, dangerous kiss. He worked Chris’ cock with long, almost delicate strokes, belying the ferocity of their mouths, the crazy pumping of their hips. Chris didn’t let up for a second as he roughly jerked Zach’s flesh but Zach continued to tease and torment Chris with too soft touches even as the other man whimpered and begged between messy, artless kisses.
Zach came hard and fast, body shaking as he spilled over Chris’ fist. Chris was sucking on his neck, rutting his hips down for more friction and pleading in Zach’s ear to let him come. Zach smirked and loosened his grip.
“Bastard,” Chris hissed, blue eyes opaque like the midnight sky.
Zach trailed the pads of his fingers down Chris’ length and brushed his knuckles against his balls, earning a soft whimper. He wrapped his fingers around the base and tightened his fist, squeezing rhythmically as he worked his hand up and down. “I am going to keep you to myself,” Zach said, eyes fixed on Chris. “This,” he said, jerking his hand and watching Chris’ face contort. “This will always be mine.”
With a few last tugs of Chris’ flesh the other man came, crying out and shuddering and holding on to Zach. Zach caught Chris’ face in his hands and kissed him long and deep and slow. They were gasping when they came up for air. “I love you, too,” he said.
Chris’ lips quirked upward. “You know what?” he said.
“What?” Zach asked as they started to straighten themselves out and clean up as best they could.
“I think I’m hungry again,” he said.
Zach laughed. “There’s food back at my place.”
Chris made a face. “That crap you eat barely passes for food. I need something fattening and greasy and real.”
Zach nodded and pressed a button to lower the privacy screen a little. “Uh, hey, do you think it would be too much trouble to stop at a McDonald's before we go back to my house?”
“No problem at all, Mr. Quinto,” the driver said.
Zach smiled. “Thanks,” he said and rolled the screen back up.
Chris’ shoulders were shaking with laughter. “Oh, man, that was so fucking Hollywood.”
Zach grinned and dug into his pocket, putting on a pair of dark sunglasses. “That’s just how I roll, baby.”
Chris laughed some more, falling over and burying his face against Zach’s lap, ending up on his back when the laughter stopped, looking up into Zach’s eyes. “You’re going to keep me to yourself, huh?” he said, breathless.
Zach nodded, taking the sunglasses off and bending low so that their lips almost touched. “Absofuckinglutely,” he breathed and let their mouths come together in a deep, happy-ending kiss worthy of the silver screen.
~fin~
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don’t know Zach or Chris and I make no profit from this work.
Summary: Chris and Zach go to the Golden Globes.
Beta: eruberueth
Word Count: 3299
Note: This story was inspired by an interview Zach gave at the Golden Globes. In which he said something that is directly quoted within this fic.
“It’s too tight,” Chris said.
The smile that quirked the corners of Zach’s mouth was positively obscene in its implications. “That’s not a complaint I’ve ever heard from you before.”
Chris grimaced. “Seriously, man, you’re cutting off the flow of blood to my brain,” he said.
“Stop being a baby, it’s supposed to be tight,” Zach said, fingers pulling on the silk and then nodding and taking a step back and turning Chris by the arms. He brushed imaginary lint off the shoulders of Chris’ crisp black tuxedo jacket and nodded again. “There.”
Chris cocked his head a little and squinted before tugging on the ends of the bowtie a little and pulling the jacket straight before buttoning it up. He pushed his fingers lightly through his hair and studied his reflection in the full length mirror. “I look good,” Chris proclaimed.
Zach chuckled and reached for the jacket that was still hanging on the back of the door. “You’re not fooling me,” he said, slipping it on as Chris stepped away from the full length mirror and stood in front of him.
Chris reached out and straightened the knot of Zach’s tie, making sure it hung perfectly as he smoothed the soft fabric with his fingers. “I’m not fooling you about what?” he said, looking into Zach’s eyes.
“You’re nervous about tonight. You’ve been edgy and grumpy all day,” Zach said. “I’ve known you long enough to know your moods.”
“Have me all figured out, huh?” Chris smiled.
Zach nodded. “Yep,” he said. “You’re not as mysterious as you’d like to believe Mr. Pine.”
Chris laughed. “I’m not the mysterious one. You are,” he said, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Zach’s mouth.
As far as kisses went that one was nothing special, just a soft, quick nothing of a kiss. But it was still new to Zach, new to them both. They’d known each other for a few years, worked with each other day in and out for six months. But only recently had they moved past friendship into something else. Something they were still defining, something still bright and new and just a little thrilling. Zach kissed Chris back, a little harder, a lot more serious. “The car will be here any minute.”
“Fuck,” Chris said. “I forgot to call them and tell them I’d be here and not at my apartment.” He reached into his pocket for his phone and starting to fumble with it, looking for the right number. Zach noticed his hands were shaking a little.
“Relax,” Zach said. “They called to confirm this morning and I told them you’d be over here.”
Chris stopped and looked up. “Oh. Thanks.”
“Yeah. You really are on edge,” Zach said.
Chris closed his eyes and sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples. “It’s just so-weird.”
Zach sat down. “It’s just the Golden Globes. Lot’s of pretentious, egomaniacal actors in fancy clothes acting like they matter. You’ll fit right in,” he said, bumping his shoulder against Chris’ and winking when Chris looked at him.
Chris exhaled. “I don’t want to look like an idiot,” he said.
“You’ll be fine. I’ve seen you work the press, you’re good at it. We’ll do our thing. Eat some swanky food, drink some free booze. It’s going to be fun,” Zach said.
Chris nodded. “Right. Fun,” he said.
Zach reached out and took hold of Chris’ hand, feeling the light tremors as he squeezed. “Did you eat today?” he asked. He’d seen Chris get this way before. Usually during a long day on set when he’d forgotten to have lunch. His blood sugar would get a little low and he’d get shaky and cranky.
Chris shook his head. “I can’t eat when I’m stressed, you know that,” he said.
Zach frowned. “You’re eating when we get there,” he said.
“No arguments,” Chris said.
“That’s a first,” Zach said and touched Chris’ cheek. “You really do look good,” he smiled.
“So do you,” Chris said, and kissed Zach’s mouth.
The trill of Zach’s phone cut through the air but Zach’s mouth lingered on Chris’ for a few extra beats. “I love being able to kiss you whenever I fucking want,” he murmured as he finally pulled back.
“Do you work on these smooth little lines that just seem to spill past your lips at the right moment?” Chris smirked, standing up.
Zach shook his head and took his phone out. “They just roll off my tongue, I don’t even have to think about it,” he said as he pressed a button on the phone. “Yeah, we’re coming out now.” Zach put the phone back in his pocket. “Ready?”
“Willing and able,” Chris said with a little salute.
They made their way out of the house and outside to where the limousine was parked and Jill from their mutual agency was standing, smoking a cigarette. “So, they sent me to mind both of you boys tonight. I’m expecting you to behave,” she said, looking from one to the other with a smile.
“Aw, Jill, aren’t I always a joy and a pleasure?” Chris said, kissing her cheek.
“Occasionally. When you’re not a holy terror,” she said and then looked at them both again. “There’s nothing special I need to know, is there? Nothing either of you would care to tell me?”
Chris and Zach shared a look between them then turned to Jill with masks of perfect innocence on their faces. “Nothing I can think of,” Zach said.
“Nope, me neither,” Chris grinned, opening the door. “After you.” Jill gave him a meaningful look before climbing inside. Zach smirked.
“Thanks, baby,” he said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear before kissing Chris on the cheek and getting in after Jill.
“Did you just call Chris ‘baby’, Zach?” she asked.
Zach grinned. “Yes, I believe I did,” Zach said. Jill had the look of a woman who had suddenly realized she was in for a very long night.
Chris slid inside and shut the door. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “I feel kind of woozy,” he said softly just after the car had begun to move.
Zach looked over at him. “You’re such an idiot,” he said, his voice whisper soft and tender with concern.
Jill cleared her throat and both men looked over at her. “I’m going to kill you both,” she said.
Chris chuckled. “Relax, Jill. We’ll behave on the red carpet,” he said.
“And inside the theater. And at the parties,” Jill added.
“Of course. We’re total professionals,” Chris assured her.
“Total,” Zach added, nodding. Jill actually looked frightened as she turned her head and rolled down her window so she could blow smoke outside.
****
The red carpet was taking a lot longer than they’d anticipated. Zach and Chris were hardly the most famous actors on it but that didn’t mean that they weren’t stopped along the way by almost every media outlet. The more it stretched on the more Chris was zoning out. It was hot and noisy and Zach had to stop himself from reaching out on several occasions when he felt the urge to rest a supportive hand on Chris’ back, or touch his shoulder, or grip his elbow to guide the other man along. Under ordinary circumstances Zach didn’t worry about Chris’ ability to take care of himself but tonight was by no means ordinary and the last thing anyone needed was Chris passing out in the middle of the Golden Globes.
It wasn’t much better inside the theater. Cooler, yes, with the air conditioning cranked way up but it was still crowded with actors and television crews and assorted Golden Globes staff. They were guided to their table just as the lights blinked three times. Chris slumped into his chair and poured himself champagne.
“I thought they served food at this thing,” Zach said to Jill, looking around.
“They do. But they stop serving a half hour before the show. They don’t want people spilling food on themselves or getting caught chewing on camera,” Jill said.
Zach glanced at Chris who looked downright annoyed. “You okay?” he asked, leaning over.
“I’m going to kill someone and eat them if I don’t get some fucking food,” Chris said, his voice low.
“It’s going to have to be a man. None of these actresses have any flesh on them,” Zach said, conspiratorially.
That broke the tension and made Chris smile but he quickly went back to scowling and rubbing his eyes. “Seriously, man, I feel like shit. I might faint on the fucking stage,” he said.
“Stop rubbing your eyes,” Zach said, grabbing at Chris’ hand. “They’re all bloodshot.”
Chris stopped and reached for his champagne instead, taking a long swallow. “I don’t think the booze is helping.”
“Doubtful,” Zach said. He looked around. “I think I see some breadsticks at Brangelina’s table. What do you think? Should I go over there and abscond with them?”
“If you steal Brangelina’s breadsticks one of them is going to kick your ass. Probably her,” Chris said.
Zach laughed, glad that Chris hadn’t checked out so much that he couldn’t make a good joke. “We’ll get out of here right after we present, find some food at one of the parties.”
Chris nodded and drained his glass. “Good. Otherwise we’re going to have to seriously consider your plan to get those breadsticks.”
Zach slid his hand under the table and stroked Chris’ thigh. “I’ve already got our escape route mapped out.”
Chris smiled wanly. “That’s why I love you,” he said.
The words were spoken so softly that Zach wondered at first if he’d imagined them. But when Chris glanced over at him and he saw the expression on his face, the sweetness in his sky blue eyes, Zach knew he hadn’t imagined anything.
*****
They managed to sneak out of the theater shortly after presenting their category. The first stop was the NBC, Universal, and Focus Features party inside the same venue. Jill led them through the media that was assembled just outside the entrance way.
“I feel like I just went for a run or something, my heart is pounding,” Chris said, bouncing a little on his feet as they waited to talk to a couple more interviewers.
Zach looked over. “You need to get some food inside you,” he said, brows knotted.
“Maybe I need to get something else inside me,” Chris breathed in Zach’s ear.
Tension pooled in Zach’s belly as Chris’ words slid down his spine. “You’re delirious with hunger,” Zach said.
“I’m delirious for you,” Chris said, smirking.
Zach shook his head. “You’re in far too vulnerable of a state, I wouldn’t dare take advantage,” he said.
“What if I want you to take advantage?” Chris hissed. “I’m so weak and vulnerable you could just have your way with me, wouldn’t you like that?”
Zach licked his lips and eyed Chris’ thick, incredibly fuckable mouth. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Maybe I like trouble,” Chris said. Jill took his elbow and led him to an interview then, giving Zach a look.
Zach smiled. “He’s just hungry,” he said. She rolled her eyes and Zach suppressed a laugh. He spoke with the same reporter right after Chris and watched as Jill led Chris to one more interview before finally taking Chris into the ballroom where the party was being held, leaving Zach to fend for himself.
“I was just talking to your captain, Chris Pine,” the reporter from TV Guide said.
“Ah, my captain, yes, yes. I hope he got some food in his belly, he was about to pass out,” Zach said, looking in the direction where Chris had just gone before turning back to the reporter. The next question was if he felt as eager as Chris did to have the movie come out already. Zach began to talk about how he was okay with waiting and that was mainly because as long as the movie was still unseen it was still something that was his and there was something he liked about this period where it still belonged to him and not to the world.
The interview was done and Zach finally made his way into the party. He said hello to a few people as he milled through, scanning the crowd until his eyes found what he wanted. Chris was sitting at a table with Jill, wolfing down the hors d’ouevres that he’d piled high onto his plate. Zach smiled to himself and started to think that it wasn’t just the movie that he was reluctant to share with the rest of the world.
Zach grabbed a drink off of one tray and a stuffed mushroom off of another, popping it into his mouth. He reached Chris and sat down in the empty chair on his other side. “Feeling better?” Zach asked.
“Yes,” Chris mumbled as he chewed. “This lobster thing is amazing, try one.”
Zach started to say Chris should eat them when the other man stuffed one into his mouth. Zach swallowed and laughed a little when he was done. “That is good,” he said. “But you do that again and Jill’s going to have a fucking heart attack.”
“Jill’s given up,” Jill said. “Jill is leaving you two to your own devices for the rest of the evening. If you manage to out yourselves by morning it won’t be my responsibility.” She got up and kissed Chris on the cheek. “You did great.” She looked at Zach and added, “So did you. But next time Simon gets you both.”
Zach was laughing as Jill left. He looked back at Chris who had gone back to eating. “There are a couple more parties we’re supposed to hit.”
Chris nodded. “Sounds good,” he said. “I won’t feed you any more, just so we don’t out ourselves.”
Zach smirked. “Good idea. You know, you keep saying you can’t wait for the movie to come out. How come?”
Chris shrugged and drank a little water. “I’ve never been more proud of a movie I’ve done. I’ve never had a better experience with the people I worked with. I’m just really eager to let the world see what we did. What we did together,” he said, the last words whispered as Chris lightly brushed the back of Zach’s hand before quickly pulling back.
Zach inhaled slowly. “Yeah,” he said.
“I know you like keeping things to yourself,” Chris said. “But you don’t lose things just because you share them. And there are some things that no one else will ever get to see, that will always be yours.”
There was a long stretch of quiet before Zach risked everything to lean forward and place a soft, quick kiss on Chris’ lips before getting to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Chris asked.
“To get you another plate of food. You’re going to need your strength for later.”
Chris laughed. “Get more of those lobster thingamajigs,” he called as Zach moved away from the table.
****
Chris’ bowtie was undone and his jacket was almost completely off as he pressed against Zach in the back of the limo, pushing at Zach’s jacket with one hand, undoing the buttons of his shirt with the other before running his hand softly over Zach’s stomach.
Zach twisted so that he was sideways, back pressed against one of the doors. He was trying to get Chris’ belt open, fumbling to unfasten his pants and slide a hand inside. He finally managed it, after pulling Chris closer and kicking one of his legs out so that his foot slammed against the privacy screen. He wondered what the driver thought of that but stopped caring when Chris’ mouth attached itself to one of his nipples. “Fuck,” Zach rasped.
Chris grinned at him, lips skating up Zach’s torso. The smile on his face was wolfish as he captured Zach’s mouth in a wicked, wet kiss. “I liked the way you looked at me all night,” Chris said, fingers finding their way inside Zach’s tuxedo pants.
“What way was that?” Zach hissed, pushing his hand beneath the band of Chris’ briefs and lightly stroking one finger against the head of his cock.
Chris whimpered, his eyes rolling back a little. “All worried and distressed, chewing on your lower lip. You looked so cute.”
“You didn’t eat; I didn’t want to have to drag your limp body down the red carpet or onto the stage. That would’ve killed the whole debonair thing I had going.”
Chris laughed throatily. “Bullshit. You were worried sick about me,” he said. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Do you?” Zach said, winding his fingers slowly around Chris’ cock, sliding his hand up and down.
Chris moaned and gripped Zach tightly. “Mmmhmm,” Chris said, bringing his lips near Zach’s ear. “So. Goddamned. Fucking. Sweet.” He punctuated each word with a twist of his wrist or a jerk of his hand as he squeezed harder and harder.
Zach arched and gasped, pushing the fingers of his other hand into Chris’ hair and dragging him in for a wild, dangerous kiss. He worked Chris’ cock with long, almost delicate strokes, belying the ferocity of their mouths, the crazy pumping of their hips. Chris didn’t let up for a second as he roughly jerked Zach’s flesh but Zach continued to tease and torment Chris with too soft touches even as the other man whimpered and begged between messy, artless kisses.
Zach came hard and fast, body shaking as he spilled over Chris’ fist. Chris was sucking on his neck, rutting his hips down for more friction and pleading in Zach’s ear to let him come. Zach smirked and loosened his grip.
“Bastard,” Chris hissed, blue eyes opaque like the midnight sky.
Zach trailed the pads of his fingers down Chris’ length and brushed his knuckles against his balls, earning a soft whimper. He wrapped his fingers around the base and tightened his fist, squeezing rhythmically as he worked his hand up and down. “I am going to keep you to myself,” Zach said, eyes fixed on Chris. “This,” he said, jerking his hand and watching Chris’ face contort. “This will always be mine.”
With a few last tugs of Chris’ flesh the other man came, crying out and shuddering and holding on to Zach. Zach caught Chris’ face in his hands and kissed him long and deep and slow. They were gasping when they came up for air. “I love you, too,” he said.
Chris’ lips quirked upward. “You know what?” he said.
“What?” Zach asked as they started to straighten themselves out and clean up as best they could.
“I think I’m hungry again,” he said.
Zach laughed. “There’s food back at my place.”
Chris made a face. “That crap you eat barely passes for food. I need something fattening and greasy and real.”
Zach nodded and pressed a button to lower the privacy screen a little. “Uh, hey, do you think it would be too much trouble to stop at a McDonald's before we go back to my house?”
“No problem at all, Mr. Quinto,” the driver said.
Zach smiled. “Thanks,” he said and rolled the screen back up.
Chris’ shoulders were shaking with laughter. “Oh, man, that was so fucking Hollywood.”
Zach grinned and dug into his pocket, putting on a pair of dark sunglasses. “That’s just how I roll, baby.”
Chris laughed some more, falling over and burying his face against Zach’s lap, ending up on his back when the laughter stopped, looking up into Zach’s eyes. “You’re going to keep me to yourself, huh?” he said, breathless.
Zach nodded, taking the sunglasses off and bending low so that their lips almost touched. “Absofuckinglutely,” he breathed and let their mouths come together in a deep, happy-ending kiss worthy of the silver screen.
~fin~