First Kiss / Family Meeting (2 Ficlets, Coffee Fix 'verse)
Title: First Kiss / Family Meeting
Author: therumjournals
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17 <-- now this is happening.
Word Count: 1,670
Description: Starting over. Coffee Fix ‘verse
A/N: As Chris and Zach are starting over, I think this series is coming to an end. The next part is more of an epilogue (though I may do two installments). And after that, who knows...
First Kiss
Zach slid under the covers, and they wrapped themselves around each other and held each other close for a long, quiet moment.
Zach was the first to break the silence, whispering Chris’s name with a tremor in his voice to match his furiously beating heart.
They pulled apart only enough to rest their foreheads together, hands roaming over stubbled cheeks, noses brushing as anticipation knotted in their stomachs.
“Why do I feel like I’m about to have my first kiss?” Chris whispered with a smile.
“This is better,” Zach breathed, and their lips met tentatively, tongues slid together gently, and it was softer, sweeter than their real first kiss. They didn’t crash into each other this time so much as fall together, into the kiss, into the moment. Into their future.
The kiss was deeper now, their bodies pressed closer, breathing forgotten, letting go unthinkable. Chris was hard and aching in his boxers and he knew Zach was too, could feel the shaky rhythm of his hips as Zach ground against his thigh. Zach broke the kiss, panting hotly against Chris’s neck, saying his name, saying “I missed you, Chris, god, I missed you.” Chris closed his eyes and arched into Zach and he wasn’t sure how to ask for what he wanted, but Zach was saying, “I know, baby, I know,” and dropping kisses onto Chris’s chest, already damp with sweat. His hands roamed over Chris’s sides and he wanted to stop there, wanted to explore every inch of him, to remember the taste of his sweat, to leave bitemarks on his skin like the ones he’d once thought would never fade. But he didn’t stop, didn’t tease, because he also wanted what Chris wanted, and they’d both waited far too long.
To say Chris had missed Zach’s mouth more than anything might be to overstate the case. But over the past few weeks, as he and Zach had gotten closer, Chris had started allowing himself to remember - the heat of Zach’s lips, that reverent tongue, the way Zach moaned around him like he was the one getting off. He’d spilled over his hand thinking about it, but it wasn’t the same as this - this this this, Zach’s tongue swiping across the tip, sliding wetly down his length, sloppy and calculated, and then the heat of Zach’s mouth around him, finally, finally. Zach clutched at Chris’s hips and squeezed his eyes shut, too in the moment to even shoot Chris that seductive gaze that always had him shuddering with desire. For now, this was enough, the taste of Chris on his tongue and the sound of his ragged breathing, and he knew it wouldn’t last long. Chris whimpered softly and came hard and Zach swallowed, tasting memories on the back of his tongue.
Zach scrambled up the bed before the taste was gone and plunged his tongue into Chris’s mouth. And Chris’s hand was just where he had thought it would be, and he pressed into it as Chris tightened his fist around Zach’s cock. Chris held his hand still, let Zach pump into it the way he liked. Zach tried to tell him how fucking good he felt, but Chris swallowed his words in a messy kiss and it didn’t matter anyway, because he knew. Then Chris did that thing with his hand that Zach had spent a year trying to recreate and two years trying to forget, but it only took one second for Chris to pull him apart, tears blurring his eyes as he came over Chris’s hand.
They came down together, with sweet kisses and soft laughter and moony gazes into each others’ eyes, until they could barely keep them open anymore. And the blanket tangled around their legs as they tried to remember how not to sleep alone.
Zach maneuvered himself against Chris’s side, and his hand brushed against something under the pillow. He pulled out a thick sheaf of papers, held together with a binder clip. “What’s this?”
“Oh. Um. Actually, that reminds me of a question that I had for you.”
Chris eased the papers from Zach’s hand and set them on the floor beside the bed. He lay back and pulled Zach close and Zach snuggled in against him before he asked, “What’s the question?”
“I was just wondering…how do you feel about Tunisia?”
Family Meeting
Zach was lying on his side when he awoke, so used to sleeping alone that for a moment he forgot that he was in Chris’s bed, that he was home. But then the door creaked open and Gavin poked his head in, and Zach gave silent thanks for having the foresight to throw on his tanktop and a pair of Chris’s pajama pants sometime during the night.
“Hey buddy,” Zach said quietly, patting the bed beside him. Gavin climbed up and snuggled in beside him, and said “How come you didn’t stay in our room last night, Dad?”
Zach smiled and leaned close to Gavin’s ear and said, “I couldn’t sleep. You guys snore.” Gavin smiled and Zach heard Chris stir behind them, felt Chris’s hand come to rest on his hip as he peered over Zach’s shoulder.
“Morning,” Chris said with a sleepy smile.
“Morning, Papa,” Gavin said, and it took every ounce of Zach’s strength not to turn his head and kiss Chris, to tell Gavin to go back to sleep so he could take his father into his arms again, just to make sure last night hadn’t been a dream.
Chris reached over Zach to run his hand through Gavin’s hair. It was too early for Gavin to protest, which is why Chris still grabbed these precious moments when he could. “Hey Gav? Why don’t you go wake your brother up. I think this is a good time for a little family meeting. Maybe Dad’ll even make us some hot chocolate.”
“Okay,” Gavin said, dutifully sliding off the bed. When the door clicked shut behind him, Zach turned onto his back to look up at Chris, running a hand over his cheek as Chris leaned down to kiss him.
“God, Zach. Waking up to this, to you, I just…” Chris touched his hand to his chest, because he couldn’t find the words, and Zach just ran his hands over Chris’s skin and said, “I know, I know.” They kissed again and breathed each other in, and Zach looked pained to leave his arms as he pulled away, saying, “I’d better make that hot chocolate.”
*
They sat in a circle on the bed, Zach in the lotus position, and they had to take a five minute break with two near-spills as Gavin and Jesse struggled to imitate his pose. Finally, they gave up and settled for sitting cross-legged and clutching their mugs.
“So I know you guys have probably been wondering about your dad and I spending more time together recently. And we just wanted to talk to you a little bit about what that means and see if you have any questions, okay?” Wide-eyed, expectant nods. “Dad and I have been talking a lot, and we think that we might want to try…” Chris looked at Zach, who looked just as expectant as Gavin and Jesse, “being together again, as a family.” Chris was looking at the boys now, but he could almost hear Zach’s silent breath of relief.
“Do you love each other again?” Jesse asked.
Chris’s heart broke a little, but he covered it with a smile. “Well, I don’t think we ever really stopped loving each other,” he said, keeping his eyes on Jesse, but his hand scrabbled across the bed to find Zach’s, and Zach found it and squeezed in agreement. “We just didn’t do a very good job of communicating, and in a relationship that is just as important as love. But we’re going to try to do a better job now. We’re going to talk and listen to each other and we’re going to try harder.” He was speaking more for himself now, and he wondered if Zach could hear the tears he was holding back.
Gavin spoke quietly. “Um, are you guys still gonna be actors?”
Chris and Zach smiled at each other, and Zach answered. “Yes, we are, because that’s our job and that’s what we both love doing. Are you asking because that makes you nervous? Do you think that being actors made it hard for us to find time to talk and maybe that’s why we weren’t together?”
“Um, no, I just, um, I just wanted to make sure that you were both gonna have jobs still so you can still buy us stuff.”
Chris had to look away for a second to stifle his laugh and his eyes sparkled as he and Zach exchanged an amused glance. Zach ruffled Gavin’s hair and said, “Remind me to have a little talk about materialism with you, young man.” He chuckled. “Yes, we’re still going to have jobs, and we’re going to be actors, but we’re going to make sure that we make enough time for each other and for you guys, of course. So you let us know if you think we’re not doing that, okay?”
“You guys keep an eye on us, okay?” Chris added. “You can be, like, our watchmen, and you tell us if you don’t think we’re doing a good job communicating.”
Zach took a sip of his hot chocolate. “So do you guys have any other questions? Is there anything you want to ask us or tell us about how you’re feeling?”
Jesse considered the obvious questions, the whens and whys and hows. But he saw the looks on their faces, the fragile hope and optimism, ready to do whatever it would take to try again. Jesse saw his chance, and he twisted his fingers together, the picture of nervous innocence. “Well, I have one question,” he started.
Chris and Zach were looking at him expectantly, and he went for the kill.
“Can we get a dog?”
The End Beginning
Epilogue
PS - This is misleading. There is now a whole lot more after this. Hope you're ready for it!
Author: therumjournals
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17 <-- now this is happening.
Word Count: 1,670
Description: Starting over. Coffee Fix ‘verse
A/N: As Chris and Zach are starting over, I think this series is coming to an end. The next part is more of an epilogue (though I may do two installments). And after that, who knows...
First Kiss
Zach slid under the covers, and they wrapped themselves around each other and held each other close for a long, quiet moment.
Zach was the first to break the silence, whispering Chris’s name with a tremor in his voice to match his furiously beating heart.
They pulled apart only enough to rest their foreheads together, hands roaming over stubbled cheeks, noses brushing as anticipation knotted in their stomachs.
“Why do I feel like I’m about to have my first kiss?” Chris whispered with a smile.
“This is better,” Zach breathed, and their lips met tentatively, tongues slid together gently, and it was softer, sweeter than their real first kiss. They didn’t crash into each other this time so much as fall together, into the kiss, into the moment. Into their future.
The kiss was deeper now, their bodies pressed closer, breathing forgotten, letting go unthinkable. Chris was hard and aching in his boxers and he knew Zach was too, could feel the shaky rhythm of his hips as Zach ground against his thigh. Zach broke the kiss, panting hotly against Chris’s neck, saying his name, saying “I missed you, Chris, god, I missed you.” Chris closed his eyes and arched into Zach and he wasn’t sure how to ask for what he wanted, but Zach was saying, “I know, baby, I know,” and dropping kisses onto Chris’s chest, already damp with sweat. His hands roamed over Chris’s sides and he wanted to stop there, wanted to explore every inch of him, to remember the taste of his sweat, to leave bitemarks on his skin like the ones he’d once thought would never fade. But he didn’t stop, didn’t tease, because he also wanted what Chris wanted, and they’d both waited far too long.
To say Chris had missed Zach’s mouth more than anything might be to overstate the case. But over the past few weeks, as he and Zach had gotten closer, Chris had started allowing himself to remember - the heat of Zach’s lips, that reverent tongue, the way Zach moaned around him like he was the one getting off. He’d spilled over his hand thinking about it, but it wasn’t the same as this - this this this, Zach’s tongue swiping across the tip, sliding wetly down his length, sloppy and calculated, and then the heat of Zach’s mouth around him, finally, finally. Zach clutched at Chris’s hips and squeezed his eyes shut, too in the moment to even shoot Chris that seductive gaze that always had him shuddering with desire. For now, this was enough, the taste of Chris on his tongue and the sound of his ragged breathing, and he knew it wouldn’t last long. Chris whimpered softly and came hard and Zach swallowed, tasting memories on the back of his tongue.
Zach scrambled up the bed before the taste was gone and plunged his tongue into Chris’s mouth. And Chris’s hand was just where he had thought it would be, and he pressed into it as Chris tightened his fist around Zach’s cock. Chris held his hand still, let Zach pump into it the way he liked. Zach tried to tell him how fucking good he felt, but Chris swallowed his words in a messy kiss and it didn’t matter anyway, because he knew. Then Chris did that thing with his hand that Zach had spent a year trying to recreate and two years trying to forget, but it only took one second for Chris to pull him apart, tears blurring his eyes as he came over Chris’s hand.
They came down together, with sweet kisses and soft laughter and moony gazes into each others’ eyes, until they could barely keep them open anymore. And the blanket tangled around their legs as they tried to remember how not to sleep alone.
Zach maneuvered himself against Chris’s side, and his hand brushed against something under the pillow. He pulled out a thick sheaf of papers, held together with a binder clip. “What’s this?”
“Oh. Um. Actually, that reminds me of a question that I had for you.”
Chris eased the papers from Zach’s hand and set them on the floor beside the bed. He lay back and pulled Zach close and Zach snuggled in against him before he asked, “What’s the question?”
“I was just wondering…how do you feel about Tunisia?”
Family Meeting
Zach was lying on his side when he awoke, so used to sleeping alone that for a moment he forgot that he was in Chris’s bed, that he was home. But then the door creaked open and Gavin poked his head in, and Zach gave silent thanks for having the foresight to throw on his tanktop and a pair of Chris’s pajama pants sometime during the night.
“Hey buddy,” Zach said quietly, patting the bed beside him. Gavin climbed up and snuggled in beside him, and said “How come you didn’t stay in our room last night, Dad?”
Zach smiled and leaned close to Gavin’s ear and said, “I couldn’t sleep. You guys snore.” Gavin smiled and Zach heard Chris stir behind them, felt Chris’s hand come to rest on his hip as he peered over Zach’s shoulder.
“Morning,” Chris said with a sleepy smile.
“Morning, Papa,” Gavin said, and it took every ounce of Zach’s strength not to turn his head and kiss Chris, to tell Gavin to go back to sleep so he could take his father into his arms again, just to make sure last night hadn’t been a dream.
Chris reached over Zach to run his hand through Gavin’s hair. It was too early for Gavin to protest, which is why Chris still grabbed these precious moments when he could. “Hey Gav? Why don’t you go wake your brother up. I think this is a good time for a little family meeting. Maybe Dad’ll even make us some hot chocolate.”
“Okay,” Gavin said, dutifully sliding off the bed. When the door clicked shut behind him, Zach turned onto his back to look up at Chris, running a hand over his cheek as Chris leaned down to kiss him.
“God, Zach. Waking up to this, to you, I just…” Chris touched his hand to his chest, because he couldn’t find the words, and Zach just ran his hands over Chris’s skin and said, “I know, I know.” They kissed again and breathed each other in, and Zach looked pained to leave his arms as he pulled away, saying, “I’d better make that hot chocolate.”
*
They sat in a circle on the bed, Zach in the lotus position, and they had to take a five minute break with two near-spills as Gavin and Jesse struggled to imitate his pose. Finally, they gave up and settled for sitting cross-legged and clutching their mugs.
“So I know you guys have probably been wondering about your dad and I spending more time together recently. And we just wanted to talk to you a little bit about what that means and see if you have any questions, okay?” Wide-eyed, expectant nods. “Dad and I have been talking a lot, and we think that we might want to try…” Chris looked at Zach, who looked just as expectant as Gavin and Jesse, “being together again, as a family.” Chris was looking at the boys now, but he could almost hear Zach’s silent breath of relief.
“Do you love each other again?” Jesse asked.
Chris’s heart broke a little, but he covered it with a smile. “Well, I don’t think we ever really stopped loving each other,” he said, keeping his eyes on Jesse, but his hand scrabbled across the bed to find Zach’s, and Zach found it and squeezed in agreement. “We just didn’t do a very good job of communicating, and in a relationship that is just as important as love. But we’re going to try to do a better job now. We’re going to talk and listen to each other and we’re going to try harder.” He was speaking more for himself now, and he wondered if Zach could hear the tears he was holding back.
Gavin spoke quietly. “Um, are you guys still gonna be actors?”
Chris and Zach smiled at each other, and Zach answered. “Yes, we are, because that’s our job and that’s what we both love doing. Are you asking because that makes you nervous? Do you think that being actors made it hard for us to find time to talk and maybe that’s why we weren’t together?”
“Um, no, I just, um, I just wanted to make sure that you were both gonna have jobs still so you can still buy us stuff.”
Chris had to look away for a second to stifle his laugh and his eyes sparkled as he and Zach exchanged an amused glance. Zach ruffled Gavin’s hair and said, “Remind me to have a little talk about materialism with you, young man.” He chuckled. “Yes, we’re still going to have jobs, and we’re going to be actors, but we’re going to make sure that we make enough time for each other and for you guys, of course. So you let us know if you think we’re not doing that, okay?”
“You guys keep an eye on us, okay?” Chris added. “You can be, like, our watchmen, and you tell us if you don’t think we’re doing a good job communicating.”
Zach took a sip of his hot chocolate. “So do you guys have any other questions? Is there anything you want to ask us or tell us about how you’re feeling?”
Jesse considered the obvious questions, the whens and whys and hows. But he saw the looks on their faces, the fragile hope and optimism, ready to do whatever it would take to try again. Jesse saw his chance, and he twisted his fingers together, the picture of nervous innocence. “Well, I have one question,” he started.
Chris and Zach were looking at him expectantly, and he went for the kill.
“Can we get a dog?”
The End Beginning
Epilogue
PS - This is misleading. There is now a whole lot more after this. Hope you're ready for it!