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And Sea Level Rise is accelerating as we speak.  Because the icesheets are melting faster than anticipated.

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder

wearitcounts:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, John Cho, Zoe Saldana, assorted regulars
Additional Tags: Post-Star Trek Beyond, men being babies about feelings, john cho is awesome, theme parties are the worst
Summary:

i wrote this after i read a lot of pinto, and listened to a lot of jeff buckley.

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder

badsciencejokes:

booooritofu:

long exposure game strong

Amazing.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday on Monday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving:

Zach closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, shifting slightly to get a jet positioned between his shoulder-blades and tangling his legs with Chris’.  He felt Chris’ legs shift as he stretched, and then something icy cold touched his hand.  He smiled, taking the glass of Prosecco, opening his eyes as he felt Chris lean back.

“How many times have we actually done this?” Chris asked, reaching back to turn off the water.  

Zach hadn’t realized how loud the rushing water had been until the sound was gone.  The air almost shifted as the prevalent sounds became the much softer hum of the jets and atmospheric groove of the music. 

“Done what?  Relaxed?”

“No.”  Chris took a sip, thinking.  “Just, our entire friendship, before we got together, I always thought of you as this really sensual guy.”

“Hedonistic, you mean.”

Chris laughed.  “No.  I wasn’t going to say that.  Just… enjoyed your senses.  I mean, we’ve had great meals together, and great sex, and I know I can get pretty tactile at times—”

“You?” 

Chris kicked at him, and Zach caught at his foot under the water with a laugh and held it, stroking Chris’ ankle with his thumb. Chris’ eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed against the tub again.  “Hmmm.  But we don’t seem to do this very often.”

Zach knew what he meant.  “We’re dads,” he said simply.  “With careers.  We’re lucky if we stay awake through a movie on the sofa after Nathan’s gone to bed. And, in our defense, we do an almost embarrassing amount of snuggling on those nights.”  And it didn’t always stay innocent.  Zach thought back to a particular night when the mood shifted unexpectedly during a movie and Chris was suddenly needy and responsive and deliciously demanding, asking Zach to take him for the first time.  A shiver ran through Zach.  That had been ages ago: before they’d learned each others bodies.  Before they’d gotten so bogged down in work they’d forgotten to enjoy them. 

“We are dads,” Chris answered.  “And that’s important.  And so is the work, for as long as we can keep at it.  But this is important, too.  I don’t want to forget about this anymore,” he said, running a hand along Zach’s calf.  “Even after the next three days are over.”

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday on Monday

From Cleaving:

Zach closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, shifting slightly to get a jet positioned between his shoulder-blades and tangling his legs with Chris’.  He felt Chris’ legs shift as he stretched, and then something icy cold touched his hand.  He smiled, taking the glass of Prosecco, opening his eyes as he felt Chris lean back.

“How many times have we actually done this?” Chris asked, reaching back to turn off the water.  

Zach hadn’t realized how loud the rushing water had been until the sound was gone.  The air almost shifted as the prevalent sounds became the much softer hum of the jets and atmospheric groove of the music. 

“Done what?  Relaxed?”

“No.”  Chris took a sip, thinking.  “Just, our entire friendship, before we got together, I always thought of you as this really sensual guy.”

“Hedonistic, you mean.”

Chris laughed.  “No.  I wasn’t going to say that.  Just… enjoyed your senses.  I mean, we’ve had great meals together, and great sex, and I know I can get pretty tactile at times—”

“You?” 

Chris kicked at him, and Zach caught at his foot under the water with a laugh and held it, stroking Chris’ ankle with his thumb. Chris’ eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed against the tub again.  “Hmmm.  But we don’t seem to do this very often.”

Zach knew what he meant.  “We’re dads,” he said simply.  “With careers.  We’re lucky if we stay awake through a movie on the sofa after Nathan’s gone to bed. And, in our defense, we do an almost embarrassing amount of snuggling on those nights.”  And it didn’t always stay innocent.  Zach thought back to a particular night when the mood shifted unexpectedly during a movie and Chris was suddenly needy and responsive and deliciously demanding, asking Zach to take him for the first time.  A shiver ran through Zach.  That had been ages ago: before they’d learned each others bodies.  Before they’d gotten so bogged down in work they’d forgotten to enjoy them. 

“We are dads,” Chris answered.  “And that’s important.  And so is the work, for as long as we can keep at it.  But this is important, too.  I don’t want to forget about this anymore,” he said, running a hand along Zach’s calf.  “Even after the next three days are over.”