Of course he uses the pockets. This human equivalent of “why.” Still adore him way more than acceptable.

Me too, plaid-queen, me too.  In fact, I find it sort of charming when he doesn’t give a fuck.  Zach too, for that matter.  My favorite Zach meme even spells it out:

Hell, maybe they dare each other.

Z: Wear the overalls.  It’ll be awesome.

C: You think?  I don’t know.  It’ll be hard to pee in them on the plane

Z: Definitely.  Wear them with the red sneakers and… I don’t know.  A straw hat.

C: Okay.  But you have to wear something ridiculous next.

Z: I’m all over it.

Few Words Wednesday

From Cleaving 7.  And not at all safe for work.

“Oh fuck,” Zach whispered.  And as much as he’d been feeling like he did when they first got together —when every touch was new and awkwardly thrilling and every shy glance made his heart race — this didn’t feel like that at all.  This was not a Chris who was fumbling after a long hiatus from men… a Chris who was just learning what Zach liked, how to make him weak and desperate.  This Chris knew all that, and was putting it to such profoundly effective use at this very moment that Zach had to thread his fingers through Chris’ hair and force his head back, gasping as he watched his cock slip from Chris’ lips and those achingly blue eyes turn up to him in silent question.

He panted a few breaths before whispering, “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.  And I want to spend all night with you.”

Chris grinned and kissed Zach’s hip…and then his stomach, his chest, rising until he was could kiss Zach’s mouth and along his jaw to his ear, warm chest pressed against Zach’s. 

“I want you to spend all night with me, too.  I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”  Chris nipped at his neck right over his pulse, and Zach’s head fell back against the door again, because fuck.  “Seems the best way to make that happen is to ensure you’re nice and relaxed when you start to take me apart.”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Zach knew he should protest — something about fairness and being a generous lover — but for the life of him, he could not form the words.  And then Chris’ mouth moved against his skin again, and whatever tenuous hold Zach still had on language or thought was utterly shattered.

semperama:

YOU GUYS IN THAT INTERVIEW THAT I JUST REBLOGGED, ZACH AND PJA TALK ABOUT HOW THEY MET.

They were both in a play together at the Ojai Film Festival. The play is called The Laying On of Hands. I did some research, and that play happened in 2005. This confirms Zach and Patrick knew each other around the time that a lot of us assume the Grimy Corp started, aka WELL BEFORE Zach and Chris were cast in Star Trek, oh my fucking god.

Does anyone know when Chris and Patrick met? I always assumed Patrick and Chris knew each other first, but maybe not. @thatmysticbafflingwonder?? Do you know? Or @pine-farr??

Tagged by @vancakesnbacon Thanks sweets!  I love these kinds of questions.

Rules: using only the song titles from one artist, cleverly answer the 10 questions and tag 10 people.

Band/Artist: Duncan Sheik.  Because I have everything, so there are lots of choices… and a lot of this is from his theater work.

What is your gender?: She Runs Away

Describe yourself?:  Nothing Special

How do you feel?: Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind (yes, he wrote the music to Spring Awakening)

If you could go anywhere?: Lost on the Moon

Favourite mode of transportation?: The Winds that Blow

Your best friend?: Earthbound Starlight (from another play, Whisper House)

Favourite time of day?: The Dawn’s Request

If your life was a TV show?:  On a High

Relationship status?:  Hymn

Your fear?: You’ve Really Gone and Done it Now (also from Whisper House)

Have no idea how many times this has gone around, but I’ll tag @loves-pie, @elisa-pie, @mightymads, @psychoticpterodactyl16, @entrenous88, @thatmysticbafflingwonder, @suedescripture, @trekbedtimestories, @shards-of-divinity and @blushingkate.  Ignore if you’ve done it a bunch of times.

FWW

loves-pie:

This is a snippet from the STB Spirk fic I was talking about – I was already thinking about it when that K/S turbolift scene post cropped up on my dash and I took that as a sign to start writing. It was originally going to be a one-shot, but I’m seriously considering exploring the entire movie from an Spirk standpoint. Thoughts?

“Your heart really wasn’t in this, was it?

Spock blinked. “My heart,” he repeated,
brow furrowing slightly.

“It’s a saying, Spock,” Jim said with the
barest hint of a sigh, leaning back in his chair to down the remainder of his
whisky. “What I mean is you seem preoccupied. In fact, you’ve been quieter than
usual for a few weeks now.” His gaze swept Spock’s face, noting again the absence
of any kind of reaction to his words. “If you need someone to talk to… I’m
here.”

“I do not believe that talking would resolve the
situation.”

Jim hesitated, unsure how far to push, but he
decided to at least broach the subject. “Is this about Uhura? I heard that you
two broke up… I’m sorry.”

“No apology is necessary. It was a mutual
decision.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed.” Spock abruptly rose from his
chair. “If you will excuse me, Captain, I shall return to my quarters to
meditate before I retire.”

“Spock.” Jim jumped to his feet and,
without thinking, reached out to catch his hand. It was only meant to prevent
Spock from leaving, but it had rather more of an effect. Standing so close, Jim
heard the sharp inhale of breath and saw the way Spock’s eyes widened. In the
moment, he’d forgotten that Vulcans were touch-telepaths. Cursing his
stupidity, Jim snatched his hand away as though he’d been burned. He could only
hope that he hadn’t let too much slip during those few seconds of contact, but
he feared that the hope blossoming in his chest had been hard to miss. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“There was no discomfort to speak of.
However I did sense that you, too, are perturbed.”

Damn
it. “Yeah, well… that goes with being a starship
captain, I guess.”

“Can be of assistance?”

“I don’t think so, Spock. I just… ” He
shook his head, giving the whole evening up as a bad idea. “Never mind. I’ll
let you go meditate.”

Attempting to step back, he stumbled and Spock
was instantly there, long fingers closing around his upper arm to steady him. Jim’s
heart skipped a beat as he found himself almost nose to nose with Spock, who
showed no signs of removing his hand.

“Jim…”

Gazing into the dark eyes locked with his,
Jim felt like he was standing at the edge of a precipice. He didn’t know if
Spock would catch him or not, but the numerous glasses of whisky in his belly made
him bold enough to jump.