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I wrote two small tiny drabbles.
ZQ/CP here
and Karl/Anton here
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Then I wrote this inspired by this
Something's always coming
by, me
946 words
They go out drinking the night after Zach shaves his eyebrows.
"Just a quick beer and that's it." He says while Zach is still staring at himself in the mirror, looking like the world is coming to an end.
"Fine." He replies with a sigh, eyes still glued to his reflection.
They stumble into a random bar. It smells like cheap beer and the music sucks. It doesn't matter, because they don't get recognized and the bartender doesn't roll his eyes when Zach orders their drinks. Sunglasses still on.
"Just take them off." He says and yanks the glasses from him. "Nobody gives a fuck about your half shaved eyebrows."
Zach doesn't object. Instead, he pulls his prescription glasses and wears them. Chris pulls his too, the ones that perfectly match Zach's, and wears them.
It's the start of their code. The start of their friendship.
When the beer and fries are gone Zach offers to pay another round. Chris objects. "Dude, you already bought. It's my turn."
But it's all too late, Zach is already motioning the bartender, card on his hand.
"I'm sure it will all even out eventually, through the course of our long friendship."
He wonders if Zach is talking code. If he's saying something and meaning another thing. It doesn't matter, Chris figures whatever comes of this is ok.
Worse things could happen.
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They're dancing in some club in Paris. The music so loud Chris can feel the base thumping inside of him. His arm slung around Zach's shoulder.
There's alcohol flowing and they are all smoking cigarettes like it's going out of style. It's all a french cliche.
"Bathroom." He whispers into Zach's ear and then winks at Zoe, who is smiling at them.
He comes out of the stall and Zach is waiting there, running his hands through the faucet water.
It's an instinct, or maybe it's the Pinot Noir, but he pulls Zach by his jacket and presses his mouth against his.
It feels weird, it's not them.
Zach pushes him apart quickly and if this was any other person it would be a disaster. It isn't. Any other person would take it as rejection, but that's not what this means.
This is just trial and error. He knows this, and he knows that Zach knows. They both know it's fine. No conversation required.
He gets pulled into the stall and gets the best hand job he's ever had.
When they both come out of the bathroom he buys Zach a shot of Jack Daniel's. Not that it evens out things.
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They never kiss after that. Not because Chris thinks it's pretty gay to do so, which isn't, considering all the other things they do. If anything, shoving your tongue down a guy's throat is pretty down on the gay scale.
They don't kiss because it's not their thing.
Out of all the relationships he's had, this one should top the list in dysfunctional.
It doesn't.
It feels like it's exactly what he needs to be functional.
It's all give and take.
He gives Zach what he wants, and Zach gives Chris what he needs.
Kissing isn't a need.
It should be dysfunctional, but then again Chris thinks that this isn't a relationship.
And it's exactly what he needs.
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The first time they fuck Zach is so casual about it that Chris thinks he's found the love of his life.
Audrina was good and nice. Sure, she had a serious lack of intelligence, but she was good at sucking him off and that's all that really matters. She was ok, but the morning after had been such a disaster he seriously considered doing the whole coyote ugly thing and rip his arm out so he wouldn't wake her up.
With Zach everything was different. He wakes up and Zach is there, reading through one of his books. The one he'd left on the night stand and had every intention to read, some day.
"Good choice." He says while turning the page of the Marquez book.
"Yeah, not that I have started reading it though."
It should be weird, it should be awkward. He's not used to waking up and have guys right there with him in bed. Somehow it's not. Before he can say anything else Zach interrupts his train of thought.
"I think we need breakfast."
Chris thinks he is in love.
Zach didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about it because he knew Chris didn't want to talk about it.
It was part of the code they'd managed to build and completely understand throughout the course of their friendship.
They discuss crappy TV shows over poached eggs and coffee.
Chris thinks this is something he could get used to.
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It happens on a thursday night. While Zach is trying his best not to rip open his plaid shirt, because he knows it's his favorite. He is pulling the belt out of the loops of Zach's jeans.
"What did you say?" Chris takes the belt and tosses it on the floor. He's standing there, back pressed against the wall.
"I said I love your shirt."
He knows what this means, and he should stop. Stop, drop and roll. Put and end to this before it gets complicated.
He doesn't.
They fuck and when he comes he can see fireworks in his brain.
It feels different. Not better or worse, but different.
Zach gets up and goes to get water. When he comes back he hands a glass to Chris.
"I love you too."
They both smile, because speaking in code is fine and all but sometimes you just have to say it.
ZQ/CP here
and Karl/Anton here
--------------
Then I wrote this inspired by this
Something's always coming
by, me
946 words
They go out drinking the night after Zach shaves his eyebrows.
"Just a quick beer and that's it." He says while Zach is still staring at himself in the mirror, looking like the world is coming to an end.
"Fine." He replies with a sigh, eyes still glued to his reflection.
They stumble into a random bar. It smells like cheap beer and the music sucks. It doesn't matter, because they don't get recognized and the bartender doesn't roll his eyes when Zach orders their drinks. Sunglasses still on.
"Just take them off." He says and yanks the glasses from him. "Nobody gives a fuck about your half shaved eyebrows."
Zach doesn't object. Instead, he pulls his prescription glasses and wears them. Chris pulls his too, the ones that perfectly match Zach's, and wears them.
It's the start of their code. The start of their friendship.
When the beer and fries are gone Zach offers to pay another round. Chris objects. "Dude, you already bought. It's my turn."
But it's all too late, Zach is already motioning the bartender, card on his hand.
"I'm sure it will all even out eventually, through the course of our long friendship."
He wonders if Zach is talking code. If he's saying something and meaning another thing. It doesn't matter, Chris figures whatever comes of this is ok.
Worse things could happen.
;;
They're dancing in some club in Paris. The music so loud Chris can feel the base thumping inside of him. His arm slung around Zach's shoulder.
There's alcohol flowing and they are all smoking cigarettes like it's going out of style. It's all a french cliche.
"Bathroom." He whispers into Zach's ear and then winks at Zoe, who is smiling at them.
He comes out of the stall and Zach is waiting there, running his hands through the faucet water.
It's an instinct, or maybe it's the Pinot Noir, but he pulls Zach by his jacket and presses his mouth against his.
It feels weird, it's not them.
Zach pushes him apart quickly and if this was any other person it would be a disaster. It isn't. Any other person would take it as rejection, but that's not what this means.
This is just trial and error. He knows this, and he knows that Zach knows. They both know it's fine. No conversation required.
He gets pulled into the stall and gets the best hand job he's ever had.
When they both come out of the bathroom he buys Zach a shot of Jack Daniel's. Not that it evens out things.
;;
They never kiss after that. Not because Chris thinks it's pretty gay to do so, which isn't, considering all the other things they do. If anything, shoving your tongue down a guy's throat is pretty down on the gay scale.
They don't kiss because it's not their thing.
Out of all the relationships he's had, this one should top the list in dysfunctional.
It doesn't.
It feels like it's exactly what he needs to be functional.
It's all give and take.
He gives Zach what he wants, and Zach gives Chris what he needs.
Kissing isn't a need.
It should be dysfunctional, but then again Chris thinks that this isn't a relationship.
And it's exactly what he needs.
;;
The first time they fuck Zach is so casual about it that Chris thinks he's found the love of his life.
Audrina was good and nice. Sure, she had a serious lack of intelligence, but she was good at sucking him off and that's all that really matters. She was ok, but the morning after had been such a disaster he seriously considered doing the whole coyote ugly thing and rip his arm out so he wouldn't wake her up.
With Zach everything was different. He wakes up and Zach is there, reading through one of his books. The one he'd left on the night stand and had every intention to read, some day.
"Good choice." He says while turning the page of the Marquez book.
"Yeah, not that I have started reading it though."
It should be weird, it should be awkward. He's not used to waking up and have guys right there with him in bed. Somehow it's not. Before he can say anything else Zach interrupts his train of thought.
"I think we need breakfast."
Chris thinks he is in love.
Zach didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about it because he knew Chris didn't want to talk about it.
It was part of the code they'd managed to build and completely understand throughout the course of their friendship.
They discuss crappy TV shows over poached eggs and coffee.
Chris thinks this is something he could get used to.
;;
It happens on a thursday night. While Zach is trying his best not to rip open his plaid shirt, because he knows it's his favorite. He is pulling the belt out of the loops of Zach's jeans.
"What did you say?" Chris takes the belt and tosses it on the floor. He's standing there, back pressed against the wall.
"I said I love your shirt."
He knows what this means, and he should stop. Stop, drop and roll. Put and end to this before it gets complicated.
He doesn't.
They fuck and when he comes he can see fireworks in his brain.
It feels different. Not better or worse, but different.
Zach gets up and goes to get water. When he comes back he hands a glass to Chris.
"I love you too."
They both smile, because speaking in code is fine and all but sometimes you just have to say it.