The music is loud and obnxious and pounds in his ears so hard Zach could swear his heart is beating with it, pulsing with every beat. Chris is somewhere on the dance floor, his mouth on some girl's neck, his hands in places Zach can't see.
He's supposed to be watching Zoe's purse, but it's long since disappeared and Zach can buy her a new one. He's fixated on Chris, obsessed with the way the man moves, strong and practiced, like a lion, like someone who knows what he wants.
Then Zach blinks and Chris is gone. His breath catches in his throat, like a parent that just lost his child. His eyes search the crowd frantically, his heart races, thumping wildly out of time to the music.
He jumps, gasping audibly when a hand touches his.
"Why so nervous, Mr. Quinto?" Chris drawls in his ear.
"Christ," Zach laughs. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
Chris raises his eyebrows, as though he very well knows what Zach really meant
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This is relevant to your interests. Written a while back, and it's not Zach who's wearing the lace, but still. Chris in magenta, Zach's brain spasming. You get the picture.
When Chris gets nervous, stressed or overwhelmed, he has a habit of going out and finding some random dick to suck. It's his coping mechanism or something, idk. Now that he's with Zach and they're exclusive, it's Zach's dick every time. Zach doesn't know if he should thank god for all the amazing head he's getting or worry about how high strung Chris is.
FILLED: Binky (1/2)the_deep_magicFebruary 18 2010, 07:04:22 UTC
It isn’t that Zach doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s just that whenever the subject comes up, Zach’s vocabulary is pretty much limited to yes and holy fuck and again.
He keeps trying though. This time, he gets as far as, “Chris, we need to- hnnnnngh” before having to stop and regroup.
Zach has lived as a gay man in Los Angeles for many years now, he’s made the rounds. He wouldn’t categorize himself as slutty, exactly, but he’s pretty experienced, has a few good tricks up his sleeve. That said, he has no fucking clue what Chris is doing to his cock, only that it involves an extremely agile tongue and a possible pact with Satan because it’s that fucking good. They’re barely two minutes into it and Zach’s already about to lose his mind, and not because this is the first time Chris has gotten his mouth on him. This is not the twentieth time Chris has gotten his mouth on him. It’s just that every single time, Zach goes into this expecting a mere blowjob and instead gets worked over like the King of Fucktopia on National Orgasm
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Run riot with it, just keep it Highschool!AU
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Stereotypical
PS I'm pretty sure I ended up writing the opposite of what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway!
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I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
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The music is loud and obnxious and pounds in his ears so hard Zach could swear his heart is beating with it, pulsing with every beat. Chris is somewhere on the dance floor, his mouth on some girl's neck, his hands in places Zach can't see.
He's supposed to be watching Zoe's purse, but it's long since disappeared and Zach can buy her a new one. He's fixated on Chris, obsessed with the way the man moves, strong and practiced, like a lion, like someone who knows what he wants.
Then Zach blinks and Chris is gone. His breath catches in his throat, like a parent that just lost his child. His eyes search the crowd frantically, his heart races, thumping wildly out of time to the music.
He jumps, gasping audibly when a hand touches his.
"Why so nervous, Mr. Quinto?" Chris drawls in his ear.
"Christ," Zach laughs. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
Chris raises his eyebrows, as though he very well knows what Zach really meant ( ... )
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"You dance."
Totally love this bit!
Chris pulls him closer, so close that Zach feels him breathe.
And with that lovely image, I shall retire to my bunk.
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lol have fun with that (;
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Either Zach catches Chris or Chris catches Zach wearing woman's underwear. And as awkward as the situation is, they both get turned on.
Points if its a thong, and even more points if Zach is the one wearing it. PLEASE someone has to do this!
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He keeps trying though. This time, he gets as far as, “Chris, we need to- hnnnnngh” before having to stop and regroup.
Zach has lived as a gay man in Los Angeles for many years now, he’s made the rounds. He wouldn’t categorize himself as slutty, exactly, but he’s pretty experienced, has a few good tricks up his sleeve. That said, he has no fucking clue what Chris is doing to his cock, only that it involves an extremely agile tongue and a possible pact with Satan because it’s that fucking good. They’re barely two minutes into it and Zach’s already about to lose his mind, and not because this is the first time Chris has gotten his mouth on him. This is not the twentieth time Chris has gotten his mouth on him. It’s just that every single time, Zach goes into this expecting a mere blowjob and instead gets worked over like the King of Fucktopia on National Orgasm ( ... )
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Zach takes this in. “So… every time you burst into my trailer and tore my pants off with your teeth…”
“I’d flubbed a line or a cue. Usually.”
“And after we all go out drinking…”
“John makes fun of me. Like, a lot.”
“Should… should I send him flowers?”
“Za-ach,” Chris whines. “If I wanted to talk about it, I’d fucking talk about it ( ... )
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