SS: Revealed
SS: Revealed
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Rating: G
Wordcount: 507
Summary: "Now I understand why you didn't want to tell me in the middle of a crowded Starbucks."
"Or ever. Anywhere. Five people now know about that story. Me, Steve, Karl, the unfortunate pizza delivery boy and now you."
Notes: This is an epilogue of sorts to what I've been calling The Red Pen (as in The Trials and Tribulations of Chris Pine, Editor Extraordinaire). It's short and fluffy. Just the way it should be.
Disclaimer: So, Chris isn't really an editor. And Zach doesn't write gay smut. Well, he might, but if he does I'm pretty sure he wouldn't go around publishing it under his own name. Therefore, this is obviously fake and shouldn't get anyone's panties in a bunch if they're googling themselves *pointed look*.
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"And THAT was when he grabbed the umbrella."
Zach clutched at his side, tears rolling down his face. "S-stop." He gasped, curling up a little. "Oh my God, I can't take any more." He looked up at Chris, who was laying with his hands folded behind his head and a satisfied look on his face.
Chris grinned, sheepish. "Well, to be fair, I didn't even realize-"
"He knew the whole time, you idiot!" Zach was howling, fist not very gently bumping Chris in the stomach. He ignored the 'hey!' he got in return and slid his naked body on top and crossed his arms over Chris' chest, propping his chin on his wrists and smiling like a lunatic.
"Hi." Chris was grinning widely back at him.
"Hi." Zach replied, still chuckling softly. "You're crazy, do you know that?"
Chris shrugged, pulling one hand from behind his head to tangle in Zach's hair. "Some people have mentioned that to me, occasionally. Once or twice." He ran his thumb down the shell of Zach's ear, causing him to twitch. Chris grinned. "Satisfied, now?"
Zach nodded, sighing in delight. He bent his head and kissed Chris' chest. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that story. It drove me a little crazy the past few days, actually." He lipped at a nearby nipple, then smiled against it when Chris' breath hitched. "Now I understand why you didn't want to tell me in the middle of a crowded Starbucks."
"Or ever. Anywhere. Five people now know about that story. Me, Steve, Karl, the unfortunate pizza delivery boy and now you." Chris curled a finger and knocked it gently under Zach's chin. "And Karl only found out about that one under the influence of a potent drug, so if you ever divulge these secrets I'm telling you-"
Zach held up his hand and folded his fingers down. "Scouts honor." Chris huffed in admonishment.
"Please, like you were ever a scout."
"Made out with one when I was twelve." Zach replied, grinning evilly up at Chris who was shaking his head and smiling. "It was how I got mono."
Chris burst out laughing, both hands curling over Zach's shoulders and tugging him up. Zach came willingly.
"Only you, Zach." Chris' eyes were shining and his smile was huge. He tugged Zach down for a dirty kiss, wrapping a lean thigh over his hip. Zach's chest felt as though it could burst open at any moment and spill little pink floaty hearts all over the room.
Chris used his leverage to flip them suddenly, leaning over Zach and propping his head up with one hand. The other idly stroked through Zach's chest hair. He leaned down for another kiss, but Zach's hand came up to pause him.
Chris raised an eyebrow. Zach bit his lip, before an impish grin crossed his face.
"Now, tell me about the thing with the fire department and the silk kimono."
Chris' only reply was to groan and bury his face in Zach's chest.
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Rating: G
Wordcount: 507
Summary: "Now I understand why you didn't want to tell me in the middle of a crowded Starbucks."
"Or ever. Anywhere. Five people now know about that story. Me, Steve, Karl, the unfortunate pizza delivery boy and now you."
Notes: This is an epilogue of sorts to what I've been calling The Red Pen (as in The Trials and Tribulations of Chris Pine, Editor Extraordinaire). It's short and fluffy. Just the way it should be.
Disclaimer: So, Chris isn't really an editor. And Zach doesn't write gay smut. Well, he might, but if he does I'm pretty sure he wouldn't go around publishing it under his own name. Therefore, this is obviously fake and shouldn't get anyone's panties in a bunch if they're googling themselves *pointed look*.
***
"And THAT was when he grabbed the umbrella."
Zach clutched at his side, tears rolling down his face. "S-stop." He gasped, curling up a little. "Oh my God, I can't take any more." He looked up at Chris, who was laying with his hands folded behind his head and a satisfied look on his face.
Chris grinned, sheepish. "Well, to be fair, I didn't even realize-"
"He knew the whole time, you idiot!" Zach was howling, fist not very gently bumping Chris in the stomach. He ignored the 'hey!' he got in return and slid his naked body on top and crossed his arms over Chris' chest, propping his chin on his wrists and smiling like a lunatic.
"Hi." Chris was grinning widely back at him.
"Hi." Zach replied, still chuckling softly. "You're crazy, do you know that?"
Chris shrugged, pulling one hand from behind his head to tangle in Zach's hair. "Some people have mentioned that to me, occasionally. Once or twice." He ran his thumb down the shell of Zach's ear, causing him to twitch. Chris grinned. "Satisfied, now?"
Zach nodded, sighing in delight. He bent his head and kissed Chris' chest. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that story. It drove me a little crazy the past few days, actually." He lipped at a nearby nipple, then smiled against it when Chris' breath hitched. "Now I understand why you didn't want to tell me in the middle of a crowded Starbucks."
"Or ever. Anywhere. Five people now know about that story. Me, Steve, Karl, the unfortunate pizza delivery boy and now you." Chris curled a finger and knocked it gently under Zach's chin. "And Karl only found out about that one under the influence of a potent drug, so if you ever divulge these secrets I'm telling you-"
Zach held up his hand and folded his fingers down. "Scouts honor." Chris huffed in admonishment.
"Please, like you were ever a scout."
"Made out with one when I was twelve." Zach replied, grinning evilly up at Chris who was shaking his head and smiling. "It was how I got mono."
Chris burst out laughing, both hands curling over Zach's shoulders and tugging him up. Zach came willingly.
"Only you, Zach." Chris' eyes were shining and his smile was huge. He tugged Zach down for a dirty kiss, wrapping a lean thigh over his hip. Zach's chest felt as though it could burst open at any moment and spill little pink floaty hearts all over the room.
Chris used his leverage to flip them suddenly, leaning over Zach and propping his head up with one hand. The other idly stroked through Zach's chest hair. He leaned down for another kiss, but Zach's hand came up to pause him.
Chris raised an eyebrow. Zach bit his lip, before an impish grin crossed his face.
"Now, tell me about the thing with the fire department and the silk kimono."
Chris' only reply was to groan and bury his face in Zach's chest.