'One Reason Lucas Shouldn't've Dyed His Hair, & One Reason He's Glad He Did' [Lucas Grabeel/Zef]
Title: "One Reason Lucas Shouldn't've Dyed His Hair, & One Reason He's Glad He Did"
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Lucas Grabeel/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~900
Summary: A short tryst in a recording studio. What's not to love?
Disclaimer: I really want Lucas Grabeel to be gay. Really, guys, I do. But as far as I know, neither he nor Zef are and this didn't happen.
Author's Notes: Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/Lucas Grabeel - vocals, recording booth, sharpay's wardrobe, hair dye."
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“By the way,” Zac says casually, steadily drumming his fingers on the studio’s mix deck, “what the hell happened to your hair?”
Lucas glares at him through the glass. When he invited his friend to sit in on the recording session for “Trash Talkin’” he hadn’t anticipated that being mocked for his appearance would be part of the deal.
“I dyed it,” he says frostily. “Why, d’you not like it?”
“I never said that,” Zac responds, raising his palms in a gesture of pacification. “You just… now you remind me of someone.”
“Oh?” Lucas quirks an eyebrow but Zac simply nods. “Do go on.”
Zac grins devilishly, which is never good, and sort of ducks even though Lucas isn’t anywhere within striking distance. “Billie Joe.”
“Billie Joe Armstrong?!” Lucas explodes. “Fuck you! I look nothing like him, and everyone in Green Day is, like. Forty.”
“My point exactly,” Zac mutters quietly, although not quietly enough.
“Oh my God.” Lucas yanks his headphones off and marches into the mix booth, where Zac’s cringing by the deck.
“What? Didn’t you just spend the whole afternoon telling me to keep trash talkin’ you?” Zac asks, the picture of innocence.
Lucas growls and gets him in a headlock which he does his best to wiggle out of by lifting himself up out of the chair, grabbing Lucas’ waist and pushing against him. Zac’s upper body strength is clearly superior (you don’t see Lucas taking his shirt off in HSM3) and soon he has Lucas pinned against the wall of the recording studio, breathless and laughing, straining against his grip.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Lucas splutters through his chuckles. He indicates his hairline by nodding upwards. “I didn’t think it’d be this dark, honestly.”
“So let me get this straight - you decided to experiment with hair dye the day before Australian fucking Idol?”
Lucas frowns. “Monique said it was a good idea.”
“Monique just wanted to make sure she’d look better in all the pictures!” Zac exclaims, promptly dissolving into a fit of guffaws so intense he has to lean against Lucas and the wall for support. “If she told you to show up in one of Ashley’s Sharpay outfits, would you have done that too?!”
“No,” Lucas says, scowling harder. “And hey, get off me.”
Neither of them is quite sure what happens next. Lucas looks down just as Zac lifts his head, and Zac’s nose ends up bumping against Lucas’ jaw. It shouldn’t be awkward - they’re fairly tactile with one another anyway - but somehow… somehow it is.
“Sorry,” Lucas mutters and, just like that, Zac lifts his chin and takes Lucas’ bottom lip in his teeth. Lucas is kind of too stunned to speak, so he doesn’t resist when Zac presses their mouths together. It might be that Zac’s just a really good kisser, or maybe that Lucas has secretly wanted to do this for a while, but regardless of motives, the fact is that Lucas is the one to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into Zac’s warm, wet mouth and reveling in the small noise Zac emits. He rests his hands at Zac’s waist, using his leverage to reverse their positions. Zac’s rutting up against his groin and it’s… yeah, it’s starting to have an effect, something that both boys soon become acutely aware of.
Wordlessly, Lucas drops to his knees. Zac moans out an “Oh, God” from somewhere above him, presumably wondering how on earth he’s going to explain this to Vanessa, but that’s not Lucas’ problem. Right now his only pressing concern is how to get Zac off quickly and well. He fumbles with Zac’s zipper, tugs at the other boy’s boxers and tries unsuccessfully to restrain himself from licking his lips when Zac’s erection springs upwards, suddenly free.
None of his colleagues really know about this, but Lucas has been with a fair few guys in his time. It’s not really something you bring up when you’re working on a movie that’s being produced by Disney. Point being, he’s grown rather adept at deep-throating - something Vanessa clearly isn’t, because Zac’s mewling like it’s the first time someone’s done this to him, and maybe it is. Lucas would ask but he’s currently otherwise engaged.
All too soon he feels Zac’s hot load hit the back of his throat, oozing downwards. He swallows everything, doesn’t stop working his tongue until Zac puts a hand in his hair - his stupid, too-dark hair - and pushes him off before sinking down beside him, pants to his ankles.
“What the fuck did we just do?” he murmurs, nervous, sweaty, pushing the hair away from his sticky forehead and out of his eyes. “What am I going to tell Vanessa?”
Lucas runs his tongue over the backs of his teeth. The taste of Zac lingers there. He shrugs. “There’s nothing to tell.”
He’s not naïve enough to think this actually meant something beyond what it was; he knows it won’t happen again. “Just say we hung out,” he responds slowly, making sure Zac gets what he’s saying. “Say you made fun of my hair.”
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. Disney RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Lucas Grabeel/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~900
Summary: A short tryst in a recording studio. What's not to love?
Disclaimer: I really want Lucas Grabeel to be gay. Really, guys, I do. But as far as I know, neither he nor Zef are and this didn't happen.
Author's Notes: Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/Lucas Grabeel - vocals, recording booth, sharpay's wardrobe, hair dye."
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“By the way,” Zac says casually, steadily drumming his fingers on the studio’s mix deck, “what the hell happened to your hair?”
Lucas glares at him through the glass. When he invited his friend to sit in on the recording session for “Trash Talkin’” he hadn’t anticipated that being mocked for his appearance would be part of the deal.
“I dyed it,” he says frostily. “Why, d’you not like it?”
“I never said that,” Zac responds, raising his palms in a gesture of pacification. “You just… now you remind me of someone.”
“Oh?” Lucas quirks an eyebrow but Zac simply nods. “Do go on.”
Zac grins devilishly, which is never good, and sort of ducks even though Lucas isn’t anywhere within striking distance. “Billie Joe.”
“Billie Joe Armstrong?!” Lucas explodes. “Fuck you! I look nothing like him, and everyone in Green Day is, like. Forty.”
“My point exactly,” Zac mutters quietly, although not quietly enough.
“Oh my God.” Lucas yanks his headphones off and marches into the mix booth, where Zac’s cringing by the deck.
“What? Didn’t you just spend the whole afternoon telling me to keep trash talkin’ you?” Zac asks, the picture of innocence.
Lucas growls and gets him in a headlock which he does his best to wiggle out of by lifting himself up out of the chair, grabbing Lucas’ waist and pushing against him. Zac’s upper body strength is clearly superior (you don’t see Lucas taking his shirt off in HSM3) and soon he has Lucas pinned against the wall of the recording studio, breathless and laughing, straining against his grip.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Lucas splutters through his chuckles. He indicates his hairline by nodding upwards. “I didn’t think it’d be this dark, honestly.”
“So let me get this straight - you decided to experiment with hair dye the day before Australian fucking Idol?”
Lucas frowns. “Monique said it was a good idea.”
“Monique just wanted to make sure she’d look better in all the pictures!” Zac exclaims, promptly dissolving into a fit of guffaws so intense he has to lean against Lucas and the wall for support. “If she told you to show up in one of Ashley’s Sharpay outfits, would you have done that too?!”
“No,” Lucas says, scowling harder. “And hey, get off me.”
Neither of them is quite sure what happens next. Lucas looks down just as Zac lifts his head, and Zac’s nose ends up bumping against Lucas’ jaw. It shouldn’t be awkward - they’re fairly tactile with one another anyway - but somehow… somehow it is.
“Sorry,” Lucas mutters and, just like that, Zac lifts his chin and takes Lucas’ bottom lip in his teeth. Lucas is kind of too stunned to speak, so he doesn’t resist when Zac presses their mouths together. It might be that Zac’s just a really good kisser, or maybe that Lucas has secretly wanted to do this for a while, but regardless of motives, the fact is that Lucas is the one to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into Zac’s warm, wet mouth and reveling in the small noise Zac emits. He rests his hands at Zac’s waist, using his leverage to reverse their positions. Zac’s rutting up against his groin and it’s… yeah, it’s starting to have an effect, something that both boys soon become acutely aware of.
Wordlessly, Lucas drops to his knees. Zac moans out an “Oh, God” from somewhere above him, presumably wondering how on earth he’s going to explain this to Vanessa, but that’s not Lucas’ problem. Right now his only pressing concern is how to get Zac off quickly and well. He fumbles with Zac’s zipper, tugs at the other boy’s boxers and tries unsuccessfully to restrain himself from licking his lips when Zac’s erection springs upwards, suddenly free.
None of his colleagues really know about this, but Lucas has been with a fair few guys in his time. It’s not really something you bring up when you’re working on a movie that’s being produced by Disney. Point being, he’s grown rather adept at deep-throating - something Vanessa clearly isn’t, because Zac’s mewling like it’s the first time someone’s done this to him, and maybe it is. Lucas would ask but he’s currently otherwise engaged.
All too soon he feels Zac’s hot load hit the back of his throat, oozing downwards. He swallows everything, doesn’t stop working his tongue until Zac puts a hand in his hair - his stupid, too-dark hair - and pushes him off before sinking down beside him, pants to his ankles.
“What the fuck did we just do?” he murmurs, nervous, sweaty, pushing the hair away from his sticky forehead and out of his eyes. “What am I going to tell Vanessa?”
Lucas runs his tongue over the backs of his teeth. The taste of Zac lingers there. He shrugs. “There’s nothing to tell.”
He’s not naïve enough to think this actually meant something beyond what it was; he knows it won’t happen again. “Just say we hung out,” he responds slowly, making sure Zac gets what he’s saying. “Say you made fun of my hair.”
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