“Hey, shh, it’s going to be all right,” Zach said. He held Chris’s head cradled against his shoulder, his hand
lightly resting on the back of Chris’s neck. He traced small circles on Chris’s
back with the fingers of his other hand; it was all oddly soothing.
Chris brought his hands up, palms on Zach’s chest, and
pushed off. Zach still held on, hands resting lightly on Chris’s arms. “Feel
better?”
Chris couldn’t take his eyes off Zach’s lips as he spoke.
“You shouldn’t keep stuff all bottled up inside,” Zach went
on. “That’s what my mom always said, but she never got shoved into a locker by
a basketball player, you know what I’m saying?” He chuckled for a moment, but
something in Chris’s face made him stop. “What? What is it?”
Chris closed the distance between them in a rush, the kiss
going a bit wide (“Aw, you shanked it, Chrissy!” he could hear Katie’s
voice chiding him in his head), but he quickly recovered. Zach’s lips were warm
like he remembered, and he tasted like toasted marshmallows and beer.
OMFG! Yes! Yes! YES!
*bangs hand on table like Meg Ryan faking an orgasm…except mine isn’t fake*
“Fuck,” Zach mumbles, setting the glass back down. “You look so fucking good. Jesus, Chris. How am I supposed to hold back when you look like this?” And he drops to his knees again and starts tonguing Chris’ nipples, warming the metal and making them swell against the clamps. And god, it’s exquisite. Chris pushes his legs apart more so he can lean closer to Zach, who hums and slips a hand around Chris’ cock.
The next several minutes are agonizing. Zach works him up, stroking his cock slowly and sucking on his nipples until Chris is making sounds with every breath: moans and pants and little pleading versions of Zach’s name. And then Zach takes the chain between his teeth and tugs, making Chris arch a cry out until Zach soothes his nipples with a tongue and soft lips and the whole pattern starts again. By the time they’ve gone through several cycles, Chris is dizzy from it, panting and swaying and having no idea what he needs, just that he needs more of it. Vaguely, he hears clothing being pushed off and shoved across the floor, a reminder that they aren’t alone. He wonders absently if he looks as wrecked as he feels.
Finally Zach pulls back, releasing Chris’ nipple with a smack. He stands and adjusts his cock in his pants, and Chris abruptly knows exactly what he needs. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks up at Zach, panting and hoping his ass is somehow going to be involved in whatever Zach wants next. He’s not disappointed.
Zach runs his finger along the chain one last time, and then reaches around Chris’ back to unfasten the carabiner linking his wrists.
Characters:Chris/Zach, Katie Pine/Joe Quinto, Chris/Anne Hathaway, Matt Bomer, Grimy Corp Crew, original characters
Tags: single dad AU; friends to lovers; Grimy Corp
Word Count this chapter: ~10,000
Summary: When Zach and Chris meet as young actors just starting out, they have instant chemistry. But Chris has a young son, and Zach isn’t necessarily looking for a commitment. Is this relationship over before it begins?
(cont) There are rumors surrounding almost all of Chris’ ex girlfriends that they didn’t want to be with him when he came out (presumably as bisexual, seeing as his sexts with Olivia Munn prove he sexed her up NICELY and he loves butt stuff? Not sure if it was giving or getting… Anyway…) Rumors also say Pine’s agent says pitching him if he’s openly bi is near impossible, so he’s supposed to stay closeted. All of it means to me he’s not supposed to hint at it. Zach knows what it’s like (TBC)
(cont) to be closeted, so he knows the ins and outs and what to say. Hinting at romance with “the man to my right” is NOT what you say when you have to stay in the closet. *removes tinhat*
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This beautiful and perfect example of tinhattery is in reference to this gifset and in particular Zach’s nose scratch in the 4th gif, and I just had to share it with you guys because OMG. This is some grade-A material right here. This makes my tinhat feel SHINY.
I am especially partial to the idea that Zach was signalling their agents because he was looking out for Chris, who doesn’t know how to be subtle enough. Do you think he’s the one that instructed him on how to play the pronoun game? Did they sit down together and talk about how to answer questions beforehand? DID I JUST GET 38743985759 NEW FIC IDEAS? YES I DID.
“If you say one word about not being in Kansas anymore, I swear I will throw away the rest of those disgusting chips. I didn’t even know that they came in that flavor.”
The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago, turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it’s so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I’m not sure all these people understand It’s not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness in water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day
Nightswimming, remembering that night September’s coming soon I’m pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? The bright tide forever drawn Could not describe nightswimming
You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly Underneath my breath Nightswimming
The photograph reflects Every street light a reminder Nightswimming Deserves a quiet night Deserves a quiet night
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