Fic: A Bad Dream
Title: A Bad Dream
Pairing: Zach Quinto/Chris Pine
Length: 1,458
Rating: PG-13
Genre: hurt/comfort
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: All a bunch of big fat lies.
A/N: I wrote this up in about 4 hours. I finished it about...5 minutes ago...at 3:45 in the morning. I'm beyond exhausted, so forgive me for any mistakes.
This whole story came about because I needed some crying ZQ. I've had the first line (or a version of it) saved on my computer for a few weeks now, just waiting for a storyline to present itself, and look'a there, one finally did :)
Hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!
"Don't-“ Zach gasped and let out a strangled sob, "No-“ he gasped again and reached out to grab Chris, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man’s chest. He pulled Chris tighter, clutching, and squeezing, and wishing desperately he could just melt into Chris's body, and hide in the warmth forever. He couldn't stand it, couldn't stand it, no, God, please no just stay like this forever.
Chris's breath was knocked out of him, and he stumbled slightly. He laughed, not knowing what exactly was going on, but figured Zach was just in one of his playful moods, until he suddenly became very aware of the choked sobs, and tear-soaked eyes burying into his neck. What the hell?
"Woah! Zach!...Zachary! Hey, what's going on?" Chris attempted to dislodge himself from Zach's vice-like grip, but he found that only made Zach cling tighter, like a child clutching at his mother after waking up from a bad dream.
"Zach it's okay. Please, Jesus, you're freaking me out! What's wrong? Is it Joe?..." No response. "Is it your mom?..." Still no response, just more choked cries into his neck. "Zachary, please, tell me!" Tears were starting to well up in Chris's eyes. He'd never, in all the years he'd known Zach, seen him so completely and utterly broken. It hurt Chris more than he could stand, and he needed to know what was wrong. What’s wrong! God, what’s wrong…
Zach's sobs began anew, and he squeezed Chris to him, swaying slightly, his knees threatening to give out. Chris had to do something. Had to. God, what's the MATTER! He took a deep breath-as deep as he could with Zach's constricting arms cutting off his air supply-and attempted to extricate himself from Zach a second time. Once again, Zach just clung tighter. But Chris was determined. He shoved his hands between their chests and pushed. He pushed Zach away forcefully, then quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Zachary! Fucking tell me what's wrong or...or...FUCK just TELL ME!" he shook Zach again, his voice quavering with fear and unshed tears. He was finally able to see Zach's face. Finally seeing the puffy, bloodshot eyes, the stream of tears pouring in seemingly endless waves down Zach’s cheeks, the runny nose, the red, swollen lips-Chris thought absentmindedly about the way Zach always chewed his lips when he was worried-his chest heaving with barely controlled sobs. Chris's chest tightened in on itself, making it physically painful for him to breathe. Never-never seen him like this. Never.
Chris stared hard into Zach's eyes, which had turned a golden brown under the glassy tears, searching for something…anything. "Zach," Chris murmured, "What's. Wrong?" he gave Zach one last tiny shake, cringing at the whimper it caused, and let his hands fall slowly from Zach's shoulders.
Zach's gaze wavered and he blinked, a tear fell to the floor. He took a shaky breath and let it out in a quick puff of air. Chris could tell he was fighting desperately to get himself under control, so he waited, allowing Zach to take his time.
"I-“ he croaked, "I had a bad dream.” Zach took another shaky breath, but seemed to finally be calming down. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Chris gaped at Zach for a few seconds and then let out a quick breath, struggling, and failing to keep the laugh bubbling inside of him from escaping. “A bad dream?”
Zach nodded, chewing on his bottom lip.
“That’s it? A bad dream? God Zach, I thought it was something serious! You fucking scared the shit out of me, man!” Chris ran a hand over his face, letting more of the nervous laughter inside him come out as he turned around. God, that was exhausting.
He could hear Zach sniff behind him, “I dreamed you died” Zach murmured so quietly Chris almost didn’t hear him.
He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around. “What?”
Zach glanced around nervously, and Chris could see new tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. “I dreamed you died, Chris…”
Chris turned fully around, facing Zach again. He gaped, unable to find the words to say, so he just…waited.
“…you died…but then…m-maybe you weren’t dead, I don’t know, but you were gone. Just…gone. You were fucking gone, and it scared me so bad, Chris. I didn’t know what to do. I had to come over. I had to know-I had to-“ Zach’s voice was frantic and shaky, and fresh tears slipped past his eyes and ran down his cheeks. He was so sick of crying. Physically sick to his stomach from crying harder than he’d cried in a long time, and he couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t know how he had tears left in him…but here they were. He sniffed and rubbed furiously at his eyes, pleading with his body to just fucking stop already. He was exhausted. His eyes felt like they were on fire, and his face felt tight and strained, and he wanted nothing more than to be back in Chris’s arms, to have Chris in his arms, safe and warm and alive; to know without a doubt that it was just a dream…just a dream….it was just a dream.
“God, Zach, I-“ Chris had no idea what to say. He felt tears prickling at his eyes again watching Zach, and his throat tightened. “Zach, I’m sorry” he murmured, unhelpfully. He saw a look of complete disbelief ghost over Zach’s face, and in an instant Zach was closing the distance between them, pulling Chris against him again.
Chris could still feel Zach shake slightly in his arms, his breath coming in labored gasps, but he was getting control of himself. Just as he always did.
“Zach, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know. I just…it was just a dream. You know that. It was just a dream.”
Zach pulled Chris flush against him and squeezed. He couldn’t help the tiny sob that escaped his throat at those words. Yeah…It was just a dream…
“Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever-“ Zach sniffed hard and buried his face in Chris’s neck. He breathed as deeply as he could, and tried to focus on Chris’s warm body against his; real and alive.
“Shhh, it’s okay” Chris murmured in his ear. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He fisted his hands in Zach’s shirt, wishing he could get closer. He felt like his whole body was vibrating. Nervous energy was building up inside of him, and he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t find out a way to release it, and fast.
He felt Zach exhale against his neck, warm, moist breath sending a shiver up his spine. He pulled back slightly to look Zach in the eyes. Eyes that were slowly making their way back to the deep brown Chris recognized.
The two stood pressed against each other for an amount of time neither of them could be quite sure of, breathing the same air through parted lips. And if Chris were in any other situation, he would have laughed at how cliché the moment had become. But in that instant, he didn’t care. He leaned in, only slightly, and brushed his lips softly against Zach’s. He shuddered at the feeling, so new and perfect. He watched Zach’s eyelids flutter shut, and felt the warm puff of air against his lips. Yes. That was all he needed. All he needed to press his lips firmly to Zach’s, sucking his bottom lip gently into his mouth, and swallowing the whimper Zach let slip out.
Zach’s vision tunneled. It could have been from the kiss, it could have been from the crying-his body finally giving out on him-he didn’t care. He suddenly needed this more than he needed anything else in his life, ever. God, yes he needed this. Chris’s mouth, God, yes, he couldn’t think past the heat of that mouth, and the soft, wetness of Chris’s lips against his. He needed this. Needed more.
Zach’s tongue flicked out idly against Chris’s top lip, and Chris responded with a flick of his own tongue, swiping wet heat along Zach’s bottom lip.
Their tongues danced lazily against one another, slipping only barely passed the other’s lips before retreating again. Neither one deepened the kiss more than that. Just to taste each other, to feel the heat and life inside another body was all they needed. All they needed.
Chris reached up with both hands and cupped Zach’s face, pulling away slightly to rest his forehead against Zach’s. Both breathed steadily and deeply for a moment.
“It was just a dream” Chris murmured, “…Just a dream.”
Pairing: Zach Quinto/Chris Pine
Length: 1,458
Rating: PG-13
Genre: hurt/comfort
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: All a bunch of big fat lies.
A/N: I wrote this up in about 4 hours. I finished it about...5 minutes ago...at 3:45 in the morning. I'm beyond exhausted, so forgive me for any mistakes.
This whole story came about because I needed some crying ZQ. I've had the first line (or a version of it) saved on my computer for a few weeks now, just waiting for a storyline to present itself, and look'a there, one finally did :)
Hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think!
"Don't-“ Zach gasped and let out a strangled sob, "No-“ he gasped again and reached out to grab Chris, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man’s chest. He pulled Chris tighter, clutching, and squeezing, and wishing desperately he could just melt into Chris's body, and hide in the warmth forever. He couldn't stand it, couldn't stand it, no, God, please no just stay like this forever.
Chris's breath was knocked out of him, and he stumbled slightly. He laughed, not knowing what exactly was going on, but figured Zach was just in one of his playful moods, until he suddenly became very aware of the choked sobs, and tear-soaked eyes burying into his neck. What the hell?
"Woah! Zach!...Zachary! Hey, what's going on?" Chris attempted to dislodge himself from Zach's vice-like grip, but he found that only made Zach cling tighter, like a child clutching at his mother after waking up from a bad dream.
"Zach it's okay. Please, Jesus, you're freaking me out! What's wrong? Is it Joe?..." No response. "Is it your mom?..." Still no response, just more choked cries into his neck. "Zachary, please, tell me!" Tears were starting to well up in Chris's eyes. He'd never, in all the years he'd known Zach, seen him so completely and utterly broken. It hurt Chris more than he could stand, and he needed to know what was wrong. What’s wrong! God, what’s wrong…
Zach's sobs began anew, and he squeezed Chris to him, swaying slightly, his knees threatening to give out. Chris had to do something. Had to. God, what's the MATTER! He took a deep breath-as deep as he could with Zach's constricting arms cutting off his air supply-and attempted to extricate himself from Zach a second time. Once again, Zach just clung tighter. But Chris was determined. He shoved his hands between their chests and pushed. He pushed Zach away forcefully, then quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Zachary! Fucking tell me what's wrong or...or...FUCK just TELL ME!" he shook Zach again, his voice quavering with fear and unshed tears. He was finally able to see Zach's face. Finally seeing the puffy, bloodshot eyes, the stream of tears pouring in seemingly endless waves down Zach’s cheeks, the runny nose, the red, swollen lips-Chris thought absentmindedly about the way Zach always chewed his lips when he was worried-his chest heaving with barely controlled sobs. Chris's chest tightened in on itself, making it physically painful for him to breathe. Never-never seen him like this. Never.
Chris stared hard into Zach's eyes, which had turned a golden brown under the glassy tears, searching for something…anything. "Zach," Chris murmured, "What's. Wrong?" he gave Zach one last tiny shake, cringing at the whimper it caused, and let his hands fall slowly from Zach's shoulders.
Zach's gaze wavered and he blinked, a tear fell to the floor. He took a shaky breath and let it out in a quick puff of air. Chris could tell he was fighting desperately to get himself under control, so he waited, allowing Zach to take his time.
"I-“ he croaked, "I had a bad dream.” Zach took another shaky breath, but seemed to finally be calming down. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Chris gaped at Zach for a few seconds and then let out a quick breath, struggling, and failing to keep the laugh bubbling inside of him from escaping. “A bad dream?”
Zach nodded, chewing on his bottom lip.
“That’s it? A bad dream? God Zach, I thought it was something serious! You fucking scared the shit out of me, man!” Chris ran a hand over his face, letting more of the nervous laughter inside him come out as he turned around. God, that was exhausting.
He could hear Zach sniff behind him, “I dreamed you died” Zach murmured so quietly Chris almost didn’t hear him.
He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around. “What?”
Zach glanced around nervously, and Chris could see new tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. “I dreamed you died, Chris…”
Chris turned fully around, facing Zach again. He gaped, unable to find the words to say, so he just…waited.
“…you died…but then…m-maybe you weren’t dead, I don’t know, but you were gone. Just…gone. You were fucking gone, and it scared me so bad, Chris. I didn’t know what to do. I had to come over. I had to know-I had to-“ Zach’s voice was frantic and shaky, and fresh tears slipped past his eyes and ran down his cheeks. He was so sick of crying. Physically sick to his stomach from crying harder than he’d cried in a long time, and he couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t know how he had tears left in him…but here they were. He sniffed and rubbed furiously at his eyes, pleading with his body to just fucking stop already. He was exhausted. His eyes felt like they were on fire, and his face felt tight and strained, and he wanted nothing more than to be back in Chris’s arms, to have Chris in his arms, safe and warm and alive; to know without a doubt that it was just a dream…just a dream….it was just a dream.
“God, Zach, I-“ Chris had no idea what to say. He felt tears prickling at his eyes again watching Zach, and his throat tightened. “Zach, I’m sorry” he murmured, unhelpfully. He saw a look of complete disbelief ghost over Zach’s face, and in an instant Zach was closing the distance between them, pulling Chris against him again.
Chris could still feel Zach shake slightly in his arms, his breath coming in labored gasps, but he was getting control of himself. Just as he always did.
“Zach, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know. I just…it was just a dream. You know that. It was just a dream.”
Zach pulled Chris flush against him and squeezed. He couldn’t help the tiny sob that escaped his throat at those words. Yeah…It was just a dream…
“Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever-“ Zach sniffed hard and buried his face in Chris’s neck. He breathed as deeply as he could, and tried to focus on Chris’s warm body against his; real and alive.
“Shhh, it’s okay” Chris murmured in his ear. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He fisted his hands in Zach’s shirt, wishing he could get closer. He felt like his whole body was vibrating. Nervous energy was building up inside of him, and he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t find out a way to release it, and fast.
He felt Zach exhale against his neck, warm, moist breath sending a shiver up his spine. He pulled back slightly to look Zach in the eyes. Eyes that were slowly making their way back to the deep brown Chris recognized.
The two stood pressed against each other for an amount of time neither of them could be quite sure of, breathing the same air through parted lips. And if Chris were in any other situation, he would have laughed at how cliché the moment had become. But in that instant, he didn’t care. He leaned in, only slightly, and brushed his lips softly against Zach’s. He shuddered at the feeling, so new and perfect. He watched Zach’s eyelids flutter shut, and felt the warm puff of air against his lips. Yes. That was all he needed. All he needed to press his lips firmly to Zach’s, sucking his bottom lip gently into his mouth, and swallowing the whimper Zach let slip out.
Zach’s vision tunneled. It could have been from the kiss, it could have been from the crying-his body finally giving out on him-he didn’t care. He suddenly needed this more than he needed anything else in his life, ever. God, yes he needed this. Chris’s mouth, God, yes, he couldn’t think past the heat of that mouth, and the soft, wetness of Chris’s lips against his. He needed this. Needed more.
Zach’s tongue flicked out idly against Chris’s top lip, and Chris responded with a flick of his own tongue, swiping wet heat along Zach’s bottom lip.
Their tongues danced lazily against one another, slipping only barely passed the other’s lips before retreating again. Neither one deepened the kiss more than that. Just to taste each other, to feel the heat and life inside another body was all they needed. All they needed.
Chris reached up with both hands and cupped Zach’s face, pulling away slightly to rest his forehead against Zach’s. Both breathed steadily and deeply for a moment.
“It was just a dream” Chris murmured, “…Just a dream.”