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i have like 3 prompts to fill, i apologize.
lollapalooza took over my life.
slowly i will deliver.
this is a birthday present for the lovely Margaux je_connais, who wanted Paris and gave me these prompt words: sparkly, spice, poster, label, accordion.
Je me souviens
1,331 words, PG-13
Chris likes to think he has a good amount of clothes. Granted, he may not have as many shoes as Zoe, or scarves in every possible color like John, and he is most certain he doesn't own as many cardigans as Zach. Which is why he walks into Zach's room, using his spare key, in hopes of finding something to keep him warm.
For someone as tidy as Zach, he sure likes to make a mess in hotel rooms.
It should be obvious, seeing how he thought it was necessary to bring five bags. Even though the tour is only 10 days long. His room is a mess, there are shoes all over the floor and Chris can at least count ten shirts laying across the couch.
He doesn't complain. This gives him an opportunity to raid Zach's clothes without being sneaky.
He goes through the clothes on the couch and finds a grey sweater. His grey sweater, the one he though he'd lost. He tries it on and looks at himself in the mirror. It looks good.
Zach's hotel room is messy and disorganized, but his bathroom is a complete different level. There's enough hair products to make sure his hair never moves again. There's sparkly green gel containers, a black jar with a label that reads 'hair glue', shiny grey containers from Redken and about five different cologne bottles. He picks each one up and inspects them, amazed by the plethora of hair products he didn't even know existed. He smells the black jar and smiles, because it is so like Zach to bring all this shit with him.
He can hear Zach coming in, so he quickly grabs a bottle of cologne without looking at the label and sprays himself three times.
"Sorry I'm late." He hears Zach say, like he just knows Chris is in his room. "Zoe wanted to know if we were going out tonight."
They share a quick kiss and Zach stares at Chris' grey sweater for a couple of seconds before grabbing his phone.
Chris trips on a pair black shoes on their way out. He makes a mental note to come steal them later.
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Zach ends up pulling him into a store where he tries about a million different jackets. Chris isn't interested in shopping, not when there's french wine to be sipped. He sits on a white couch and flips through various magazines, occasionally looking up and nodding when Zach asks. "What about this one?"
But the magazines run out and apparently, this place has way too many jackets. So he gets up, places one hand on Zach's ass and whispers. "They all look great, just pick one and let's go."
"You smell nice," is all Zach says before he goes back in search for more clothes.
Chris grabs three jackets and puts them over the counter. "We'll take these."
"But you don't even know if I want to buy those." Zach protests, while holding out two ties.
"They're on me, no need to thank me. Let's go." He gives the cashier his card and asks if the clothes could be delivered to the hotel.
He signs the receipt without looking at the total. Zach will make it up to him one way or another.
;;
The streets of Paris smell like bread and a mixture of spices that remind Chris of his mother. There are people sitting on little chairs on the sidewalks, drinking wine and coffee and just being. Zach says that if every day was like this, he could die a happy man. Chris gives him a small shoulder bump and smiles. It's like suddenly he is eighteen again and he is flirty and giddy over some girl who may or may not give him head.
They sit outside a small patisserie and share dark chocolate croissants and espresso. He wants to do all those cliche things he's seen in the movies, just to see if they're all that they paint out to be.
"What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic." He says, chocolate dripping on his fingers.
Zach grabs his hand and licks the sapid gooey substance from his fingers. He doesn't say anything, because nobody cares who they are here. And even if they did, he figures fuck it because this is Paris and if he can't let himself go here then where else.
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They walk on the cobblestone streets and stop to listen to an old man play the accordion. Zach keeps taking photographs of everything, he says he never wants to forget this.
"Don't worry, we won't." Chris tells him. He puts his arm around his shoulders and kisses the corner of Zach's mouth. He can almost taste the laughter floating from his throat.
He pulls Zach into an alley and presses him against the wall. Being everyday common people is OK and all, but he still craves the rush of sneaking around. Zach tries to say something in objection, but his words get cut off by Chris' mouth. It's not the best kiss ever. It's a clash of tongues and teeth and lips, but it's the only way to shut him up. He pulls back and licks his lips. "You taste too good to be a vegetarian." He says before darting back for another kiss. Zach stops complaining, and the kiss is ten times better.
Chris lets go of Zach and looks at the wall behind him. It's all so fucking ironic, he thinks whilst laughing.
"What?"
He points to Zach's left. There it is, a poster of Leonard Nimoy. It's a cross between Spock and Marylin, and it would make great wall decor. "We should take it."
Zach nods his head. "Don't be stupid, we're not stealing anything."
"Fine, at least let me take a photo of you with it."
;;
The club Zoe drags them into is a little too small, but she swears they serve the best cocktails. Never mind that he doesn't drink cocktails, the place is amazing. French people have the best music. Perhaps Zach was right, moving here would be a great idea. It's something he could get used to.
In the anonymity of the dance floor he let's go of everything. They're not superstars, they don't have to put on an act. They're no different from the guy next to them, dancing and enjoying himself. He places both hands on Zach's cheeks and kisses him hard. He's not thinking about consequences. His mother used to say that if you take no risks you never know what you can end up with.
When he lets go Zach is smiling at him. He wraps his arm around Chris' waist and they both pretend to sing along to the music.
Zoe comes back and hands a drink to Zach. Chris leans and takes a quick sip from it. The cocktails aren't bad at all. Zach tries to yank the glass away and then suddenly all three of them are laughing.
"I love this guy." Zach tells Zoe while poking Chris in the chest.
I love you too he means to say. Instead, he leans his head against Zach and gives a big smile to both of them. It's all perfect, the music, the company, even the drinks. But most of all, the way his head fits perfectly on Zach;s shoulder, like it belongs there.
Zoe gets left behind at the club, she says she's meeting some friends.
They kiss their way into a small cab, only stopping to grasp for air. He thinks breathing is overrated. When Zach starts to speak he pinches his lips shut with his thumb and forefinger. Giving the driver directions proves to be more difficult than he had anticipated.
Tomorrow it will be a different city, another hotel room. Soon enough their little country-hopping adventure will end. He doesn't know if things will change once they get back to LA. Maybe everything will stop, maybe it won't. It doesn't matter. He will always remember tonight.
lollapalooza took over my life.
slowly i will deliver.
this is a birthday present for the lovely Margaux je_connais, who wanted Paris and gave me these prompt words: sparkly, spice, poster, label, accordion.
Je me souviens
1,331 words, PG-13
Chris likes to think he has a good amount of clothes. Granted, he may not have as many shoes as Zoe, or scarves in every possible color like John, and he is most certain he doesn't own as many cardigans as Zach. Which is why he walks into Zach's room, using his spare key, in hopes of finding something to keep him warm.
For someone as tidy as Zach, he sure likes to make a mess in hotel rooms.
It should be obvious, seeing how he thought it was necessary to bring five bags. Even though the tour is only 10 days long. His room is a mess, there are shoes all over the floor and Chris can at least count ten shirts laying across the couch.
He doesn't complain. This gives him an opportunity to raid Zach's clothes without being sneaky.
He goes through the clothes on the couch and finds a grey sweater. His grey sweater, the one he though he'd lost. He tries it on and looks at himself in the mirror. It looks good.
Zach's hotel room is messy and disorganized, but his bathroom is a complete different level. There's enough hair products to make sure his hair never moves again. There's sparkly green gel containers, a black jar with a label that reads 'hair glue', shiny grey containers from Redken and about five different cologne bottles. He picks each one up and inspects them, amazed by the plethora of hair products he didn't even know existed. He smells the black jar and smiles, because it is so like Zach to bring all this shit with him.
He can hear Zach coming in, so he quickly grabs a bottle of cologne without looking at the label and sprays himself three times.
"Sorry I'm late." He hears Zach say, like he just knows Chris is in his room. "Zoe wanted to know if we were going out tonight."
They share a quick kiss and Zach stares at Chris' grey sweater for a couple of seconds before grabbing his phone.
Chris trips on a pair black shoes on their way out. He makes a mental note to come steal them later.
;;
Zach ends up pulling him into a store where he tries about a million different jackets. Chris isn't interested in shopping, not when there's french wine to be sipped. He sits on a white couch and flips through various magazines, occasionally looking up and nodding when Zach asks. "What about this one?"
But the magazines run out and apparently, this place has way too many jackets. So he gets up, places one hand on Zach's ass and whispers. "They all look great, just pick one and let's go."
"You smell nice," is all Zach says before he goes back in search for more clothes.
Chris grabs three jackets and puts them over the counter. "We'll take these."
"But you don't even know if I want to buy those." Zach protests, while holding out two ties.
"They're on me, no need to thank me. Let's go." He gives the cashier his card and asks if the clothes could be delivered to the hotel.
He signs the receipt without looking at the total. Zach will make it up to him one way or another.
;;
The streets of Paris smell like bread and a mixture of spices that remind Chris of his mother. There are people sitting on little chairs on the sidewalks, drinking wine and coffee and just being. Zach says that if every day was like this, he could die a happy man. Chris gives him a small shoulder bump and smiles. It's like suddenly he is eighteen again and he is flirty and giddy over some girl who may or may not give him head.
They sit outside a small patisserie and share dark chocolate croissants and espresso. He wants to do all those cliche things he's seen in the movies, just to see if they're all that they paint out to be.
"What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic." He says, chocolate dripping on his fingers.
Zach grabs his hand and licks the sapid gooey substance from his fingers. He doesn't say anything, because nobody cares who they are here. And even if they did, he figures fuck it because this is Paris and if he can't let himself go here then where else.
;;
They walk on the cobblestone streets and stop to listen to an old man play the accordion. Zach keeps taking photographs of everything, he says he never wants to forget this.
"Don't worry, we won't." Chris tells him. He puts his arm around his shoulders and kisses the corner of Zach's mouth. He can almost taste the laughter floating from his throat.
He pulls Zach into an alley and presses him against the wall. Being everyday common people is OK and all, but he still craves the rush of sneaking around. Zach tries to say something in objection, but his words get cut off by Chris' mouth. It's not the best kiss ever. It's a clash of tongues and teeth and lips, but it's the only way to shut him up. He pulls back and licks his lips. "You taste too good to be a vegetarian." He says before darting back for another kiss. Zach stops complaining, and the kiss is ten times better.
Chris lets go of Zach and looks at the wall behind him. It's all so fucking ironic, he thinks whilst laughing.
"What?"
He points to Zach's left. There it is, a poster of Leonard Nimoy. It's a cross between Spock and Marylin, and it would make great wall decor. "We should take it."
Zach nods his head. "Don't be stupid, we're not stealing anything."
"Fine, at least let me take a photo of you with it."
;;
The club Zoe drags them into is a little too small, but she swears they serve the best cocktails. Never mind that he doesn't drink cocktails, the place is amazing. French people have the best music. Perhaps Zach was right, moving here would be a great idea. It's something he could get used to.
In the anonymity of the dance floor he let's go of everything. They're not superstars, they don't have to put on an act. They're no different from the guy next to them, dancing and enjoying himself. He places both hands on Zach's cheeks and kisses him hard. He's not thinking about consequences. His mother used to say that if you take no risks you never know what you can end up with.
When he lets go Zach is smiling at him. He wraps his arm around Chris' waist and they both pretend to sing along to the music.
Zoe comes back and hands a drink to Zach. Chris leans and takes a quick sip from it. The cocktails aren't bad at all. Zach tries to yank the glass away and then suddenly all three of them are laughing.
"I love this guy." Zach tells Zoe while poking Chris in the chest.
I love you too he means to say. Instead, he leans his head against Zach and gives a big smile to both of them. It's all perfect, the music, the company, even the drinks. But most of all, the way his head fits perfectly on Zach;s shoulder, like it belongs there.
Zoe gets left behind at the club, she says she's meeting some friends.
They kiss their way into a small cab, only stopping to grasp for air. He thinks breathing is overrated. When Zach starts to speak he pinches his lips shut with his thumb and forefinger. Giving the driver directions proves to be more difficult than he had anticipated.
Tomorrow it will be a different city, another hotel room. Soon enough their little country-hopping adventure will end. He doesn't know if things will change once they get back to LA. Maybe everything will stop, maybe it won't. It doesn't matter. He will always remember tonight.