A long, long time ago, @suedescripture sent me a prompt regarding sexually-inexperienced!Zach, and after a million years and a million false starts, I’ve finally got enough of a handle on it to start posting this thing. I have five chapters fully written, which should give me enough of a headstart to keep on top of this, fingers crossed. I hope you all enjoy! <33
Zach is pushing 30, his career is at a standstill, and his sex life is–and has always been–nearly nonexistent. He doesn’t have much to be happy about, until he is welcomed into a group of actors who call themselves the Grimy Corp.
Okay, I’ve read it now, and gather round kids… it’s story time!
“Wait…what?” Zach lifts up on his elbows and pushes Chris back, just enough to see his face. “You can’t…Okay, please put your penis away for a sec, so I can think.”
Chris sits back on his heels, obediently pulling the blanket across his lap. It doesn’t help. His torso is still on display, not to mention his fucking face, complete with those smile lines Zach adores, and how is he supposed to have this conversation right now?
“Did you really just ask me to move in with you?”
Chris lifts one shoulder in an unconcerned shrug. “Why shouldn’t you?”
It’s too soon. They haven’t defined what this is yet. It’s too much change at once. And it’s definitely not the kind of decision to make mid-hookup, when Zach is still so blown away by the idea of having Chris in his bed again that he can’t be expected to have a single rational thought in his head.
“It’ll save you from having to look for a house in LA,” Chris goes on, oblivious to Zach’s inner struggle, “and I have plenty of room.”
“But you…but we…”
Chris leans forward, the blanket slipping down his thighs until Zach clears his throat and gestures meaningfully with his chin, making him grab it and pull it back up again with a roll of his eyes. He keeps clutching it as he leans in far enough to press his lips to Zach’s jaw, then his cheek. Zach would point out that he’s obeying the letter of the law but not the spirit, but he seems to have temporarily lost his voice.
“We can do whatever we want, Zach,” Chris says against his skin, then kisses the corner of his mouth. “And I want to live with you.”
Later, Zach might wonder what he was thinking. Later, this might be a problem. But right now, he’s finding it hard to care. “Okay,” he says, his arms curling around Chris’s back to hold him close. He can feel Chris’s smile buried against his neck, and he can’t help but smile himself as he says again, “Okay. Yes.”
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