Trekkies in Love, CONtinued! (A Star Trek RPF Fanfic)
Title: Trekkies in Love, CONtinued
Author: therumjournals
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 9,100
Warnings; underage drinking, AOL, intentional grammar errors
Description: LtCmdrZach and jtk1980 meet again. A sequel to Trekkies in Love.
A/N: And a belated birthday gift for verizonhorizon! Your enthusiasm and begging made me get my ass in gear to finish this, thus it is dedicated to you! (And maybe someday we’ll even watch Trekkies 2!)
LtCmdrZach has entered the room.
jtk1980: \\//
LtCmdrZach: *salutes*
resistanceisfeudal: \\//
resistanceisfeudal: where've you been ltcmdr?
LtCmdrZach: taking a final
jtk1980: your done?
LtCmdrZach: yep
tashalives: we were just talking about you
LtCmdrZach: ?
tashalives: jtk said you're going to san diego con
LtCmdrZach: affirmative
tashalives: i'll see you guys there
tashalives: do you know what hotel your staying at yet?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: i gotta go ll&p
jtk1980 has left the room
LtCmdrZach has left the room
resistanceisfeudal: ha ha
resistanceisfeudal: they always do that
AOL Instant Messenger
Private message from jtk1980
jtk1980: hi
LtCmdrZach: hi
jtk1980: god that tasha chick would not shut up
jtk1980: she kept talking about meeting up at the con
LtCmdrZach: you flirt back?
jtk1980: ew, no!!!!
jtk1980: theres only one person i want to meet up with ;-)
LtCmdrZach: and by "meet up", you mean...?
jtk1980: you know
LtCmdrZach: tell me
jtk1980: i think you can guess
LtCmdrZach: tell me anyway
jtk1980: you know. what we talked about the other night.
LtCmdrZach: i forget
jtk1980: no you dont
LtCmdrZach: tasha seems nice
jtk1980: i hate you
LtCmdrZach: no you don't ;-)
jtk1980: how was your test?
LtCmdrZach: stop trying to change the subject
LtCmdrZach: i want to talk about "meeting up" with you
LtCmdrZach: i was thinking about you all day
LtCmdrZach: i got a boner while i was taking my final
jtk1980: ouch
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: wish you were here to take care of it
jtk1980: me too
LtCmdrZach: really?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: 'course
LtCmdrZach: what would you do?
jtk1980: um...
jtk1980: you know
LtCmdrZach: tell me
jtk1980: just think about the last night at the con, thats what i would do
LtCmdrZach: thats what i thought about last night while i was jacking off
jtk1980: thats hot
LtCmdrZach: what about you?
jtk1980: what?
LtCmdrZach: what did you think about?
jtk1980: you know
jtk1980: you
LtCmdrZach: doing what?
jtk1980: i'm not typing it
LtCmdrZach: come on!
LtCmdrZach: my hand or my mouth
jtk1980: um...yes
LtCmdrZach: at the same time?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: but
jtk1980: that would probably be awesome
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: wanna know something else i think about?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: ...you gonna tell me?
LtCmdrZach: yeah
jtk1980: k
LtCmdrZach: you know how you're always licking your lips
jtk1980: ?
jtk1980: i don't do it that much
LtCmdrZach: yeah you do
jtk1980: ok
LtCmdrZach: i like thinking about you licking me
LtCmdrZach: gonna ask where?
jtk1980: i know where
LtCmdrZach: where then?
jtk1980: on ur cock
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: like licking all around the head
LtCmdrZach: all slobbery and shit
LtCmdrZach: just like holding it and rubbing your tongue all over it
LtCmdrZach: would you do that?
jtk1980: yeah
LtCmdrZach: yeah? not too gross?
jtk1980: no i want to try it
LtCmdrZach: :-)
jtk1980: keep going
LtCmdrZach: can i call you?
jtk1980: no, parents sleeping
LtCmdrZach: damn
jtk1980: keep telling me
LtCmdrZach: ok
LtCmdrZach: then you would suck me
LtCmdrZach: i bet it would feel so good
LtCmdrZach: how far could you take it in?
jtk1980: far
jtk1980: i have a big mouth ;-)
LtCmdrZach: lol
jtk1980: i would suck you so hard
LtCmdrZach: god
LtCmdrZach: i'm so hard right now
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: is your roommate there?
LtCmdrZach: no
jtk1980: u should stroke it
LtCmdrZach: k
jtk1980: doin it?
LtCmdrZach: yed
LtCmdrZach: yes
LtCmdrZach: u?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: fuck
jtk1980: wsh it was ur mouth
LtCmdrZach: ani;ct
LtCmdrZach: fuck
jtk1980: u cum?
LtCmdrZach: yeah. i smacked the keyboard
LtCmdrZach: u?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: kinda dizzy now
LtCmdrZach: i have that effect on you
jtk1980: lol yeah
jtk1980: brb
jtk1980: k, back
jtk1980: had to change
LtCmdrZach: what are you wearin? ;-)
jtk1980: pajamas
LtCmdrZach: cute
LtCmdrZach: beddy time for captain?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: can you talk more?
LtCmdrZach: sure
LtCmdrZach: hows my uniform coming?
jtk1980: okay
jtk1980: you have really long legs
LtCmdrZach: lol
jtk1980: also i did the stitching too wide the first time
jtk1980: but i fixed it
LtCmdrZach: i'm sure it will be awesome
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: your gonna look good
LtCmdrZach: aw shucks
jtk1980: 10 days
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: so excited
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: miss you
LtCmdrZach: me too
jtk1980: ummmmm
jtk1980: now i feel like i should go cause i just said i miss you
LtCmdrZach: don't go yet
LtCmdrZach: you can say it again at the end
jtk1980: k :-)
LtCmdrZach: so remember how we were talking about voyager the other day?
jtk1980: oh god not this again
jtk1980: i already told you why your idea wouldn't work
LtCmdrZach: no listen
LtCmdrZach: i thought of some more theories
**
Zach took a few deep breaths to calm himself, but his hands were still shaking as he pushed through the revolving door into the hotel lobby. The San Diego convention was a popular one, and the lobby was swarming with eager visitors, many already in costume. Zach was easing his way past a group of Klingons when he spotted Chris at the reception desk, and he just barely managed to avoid a collision with a particularly burly female. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and everything around him seemed to blur as he maneuvered through the crowd. He was practically running by the time Chris took the key from the hotel clerk and turned, spotting him and breaking out into a giant grin. Zach knew he had a similar expression on his face, but he caught the warning look in Chris’s eyes and skidded to a halt before he could throw himself into Chris’s arms.
“Hey,” he said, suddenly shy.
“Hey.”
“Oh my god!” said an enthusiastic voice beside them. “Are you Lieutenant Commander Zach?!”
Zach saw Chris roll his eyes just as they turned to face the speaker, a short girl with a pixie cut and glasses. “Um. Yes?” Zach said, confused.
“Zach, this is tashalives,” Chris said, introducing them, and Zach could tell it was taking every ounce of his restraint to be polite.
“You can call me Tasha,” she said, flashing him a smile and the Vulcan salute.
“Great,” Zach muttered, pasting on a tolerant smile and trying not to go fucking ballistic on this chick who was totally ruining his long awaited reunion with Chris.
“Okay, well, Zach and I have to go get our room and stuff, so I guess we’ll see you later,” Chris said, grabbing Zach by the sleeve and yanking him toward the elevators.
“Oh yeah, me too. What floor are you guys on?!” Tasha chirped as she followed them.
Zach crossed his fingers as Chris responded. “Um. Fifteenth floor.”
“Oh, bummer. I’m on the seventeenth.”
Zach breathed a sigh of relief, which was immediately supplanted by annoyance as Tasha stepped into the elevator with them. The doors closed, and Zach subtly shifted his bag, hoping Tasha wouldn’t notice the stiffy he’d been sporting ever since he’d first caught sight of Chris. He glanced around the elevator, only allowing himself tiny glimpses of Chris, his hair, his shoulder, his - okay, apparently Zach wasn’t the only one who was excited to be here. He pressed his bag a little tighter over his crotch.
The elevator ride seemed to last forever. At one point, Zach wondered if the laws of space and time were actually fucking with him just to make him wait a little longer. Finally, the doors opened on the fifteenth floor, and he pushed past Tasha into the hall. He could feel Chris close behind him as the doors slid shut on Tasha’s eager “See you guys later!”
Zach turned to give Chris an exasperated look, but Chris was already speed-walking down the hall, key in hand, and Zach caught up to him just as he finished fumbling with the lock and got the door open. Chris took two steps inside, dropped his bag, and turned around as Zach shut the door behind them. They looked at each other, hesitating for only a second before they slammed together in a crushing embrace.
Zach buried his face in Chris’s neck, clutching at him and smiling as he felt Chris’s arms wrap tightly around his ribs.
“Been waiting for this for so long,” Zach mumbled into Chris’s neck.
He felt Chris’s warm breath as he laughed softly. “It’s only been three months.”
“Shut up,” Zach said, squeezing him tighter. “Don’t act like you’re not excited. I can totally feel your boner digging into my leg.”
“I missed you.”
“Missed you, too,” Zach breathed, and they pulled back just enough to kiss. It was weird at first, Zach was all tongue and Chris had his lips closed, but after a few seconds of fumbling they figured it out, slotting their mouths together for a long, desperate kiss.
Zach’s hand came up to tangle in the back of Chris’s hair. He felt the need to hold him closer, to steady him. He broke the kiss long enough to say, “You’re shaking.”
Chris blushed and buried his face in Zach’s shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he confessed. “I was too excited. Then I drank like 20 Cokes this morning to stay awake.”
Zach chuckled into his hair. “Ah.”
“Do you, uh…do you want to see your uniform?”
“No.”
“No? Why not- oh.” He stopped talking, swallowed hard as he felt Zach’s hand press between them to work at his fly and nudge him farther into the room. He let Zach push him slowly back until his knees hit the edge of the bed, then he sat down with a grunt, licking his lips as he watched Zach finish with his zipper and maneuver him out of his pants and boxers. Then Zach was on his knees looking up at him, and it was all Chris could do to hold himself upright, leaning back on his hands as Zach reached his tongue out to lick at the tip of Chris’s cock.
“Fuck, Zach, fuck fuck fuck,” Chris chanted, and Zach grinned, licked his lips, and took Chris into his mouth. The hot slide of Zach’s lips around his dick was almost more than Chris could handle, and he fought to keep from closing his eyes at the sensation so he could watch Zach, so fucking sexy between his legs. Chris groaned when Zach pulled away abruptly to look at him, a serious expression in his dark brown eyes.
“Come in my mouth, okay?”
“What?!”
Zach smiled shyly up at him. “I want to try it,” and then his mouth was surrounding him again and the only sound Chris could manage was an unintelligible “buh”, which he hoped Zach knew meant that he could do whatever the hell he wanted.
Zach sucked a little harder and moaned around him, then brought a hand up to grip the base of Chris’s cock, stroking him a little in tandem with his bobbing head. Chris felt his entire body shudder, and he suddenly realized that maybe his idea of not jerking off for a week before he saw Zach had not been the smartest plan ever. He reached a hand out to kind of pet Zach’s hair and ended up clenching a fistful of it as the warm, wet heat of Zach’s mouth suctioned harder around the tip of his cock, Zach’s hand stroking a little faster over his shaft. Chris sucked in a gasping breath, his hips bucked involuntarily, and he was coming, watching with eyes wide as Zach sucked and swallowed around his cock. His fingers were still gripping Zach’s hair, and he let go just in time for Zach to pull off, coughing, a little jizz sliding between his lips as he fought to catch his breath. Zach was still digging his fingers into Chris’s thighs, and he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Chris’s stomach, shaking. Finally, he let go, looked up at Chris with amazement written across his face, and pulled himself up to flop down on the bed. Chris fell back onto the mattress, and they lay next to each other in silence for a few minutes, chests heaving as they breathed deeply.
Zach rolled over onto his back, and Chris turned toward him, sleepily reaching a hand down to cup his bulge. He was surprised when Zach gave a grunt of annoyance and slapped his hand away.
“What?”
“I already…fuck, I fucking came in my pants, man. Jesus. I’m thinking maybe my idea about not jerking off for the past week wasn’t such a good plan after all.”
Chris chuckled and Zach scowled at him. “No, I just…I did the same thing.” He reached up and brushed his thumb against the wetness glistening on Zach’s chin. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” Zach mumbled. “So worth it.”
“Yeah. So you really get off on just doing…that?”
Zach raised an eyebrow at him. “Apparently.”
“You, uh…you were really good,” Chris said. “You been practicing?”
Zach raised both eyebrows this time. “What would I be practicing on?”
“I don’t know.” Chris shrugged. “Popsicles? Other guys?”
“Pshh, yeah, right,” Zach said. “As if any other guy would look twice at me.” Chris twitched a little and looked away. “Not that I would want to do that with any other guy.” He put a hand on Chris’s arm. “Come on. You know I wouldn’t.”
Chris shrugged again. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re in college, aren’t you supposed to be, like, partying every night and getting laid and stuff?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Obviously you’ve mistaken me for someone who doesn’t have a collection of Star Trek action figures displayed all over his dorm room. Besides, when am I supposed to be doing this supposed partying when I’m on IM with you every night, huh?” he asked gently, nudging Chris again.
“Sorry,” Chris muttered.
“Chris, jeez, that’s not what I meant.” He leaned over to give Chris a clumsy kiss on the cheek. “Come on,” he said, when Chris pulled away. He held Chris gently by the shoulders and sat up to straddle him, undeterred by the fact that Chris still wouldn’t look at him. “Hey, come on, look at me,” Zach said, laughing now and dropping his weight onto Chris.
Finally, Chris looked up at him, letting a small smile cross his face. “Swear you haven’t done anything with other guys.”
“Chris, I swear.” Zach pressed his crotch gently against Chris’s and Chris ran his hands up Zach’s thighs. “You ready to go again,” Zach asked, his voice low.
Chris laughed and shook his head, but the way Zach was looking at him was making him wish he was. He shifted a little and smiled. “Give me ten minutes.”
**
“Holy shit, Chris. Holy shit.” Zach was standing in front of the full length mirror, where he’d been staring at himself and saying “holy shit” for the past ten minutes. Chris leaned against the bathroom door and smiled. “So you like it?”
Zach turned to him, an expression of awe and disbelief written across his features. “Holy shit. This is amazing, Chris. There’s…” He turned back to the mirror, looked himself up and down. He honestly hadn’t thought Chris could do it. Not that he had doubts about Chris’s skill, but the Starfleet uniforms from Wrath of Khan were notoriously difficult to recreate and…he turned back to Chris. “There’s honestly not a single detail missing. I just…I…thank you,” he finished.
Chris beamed. He was pretty proud of himself, to be honest. He’d been pretty sure he could figure out the uniforms, that he could get the details right - even if it took almost ruining the tape of the movie from pausing and fast-forwarding so much - but he hadn’t been sure how it would look when Zach actually tried it on. And now Zach was here, and he was wearing it, and it looked awesome.
And oh! He hadn’t even shown Zach the best part. He reached up to unfasten the top button of his own uniform and pulled down the flap to reveal a bright splatter of blood (actually red paint) across the white fabric, just like the one from Kirk’s costume in the movie. Zach’s jaw dropped and he took a step forward to get a closer look. “Holy shit!” He met Chris’s eye. “You really got everything!”
Chris grinned. “I heard you have an eye for detail.”
“Chris, I… you should do this for a living, I’m not even joking. I would pay, like, $500 for this!”
“Speaking of $500, Lieutenant-Commander,” Chris said, turning to grab his phaser from the bureau and tuck it into his belt, “You gonna put your ears on, or what?”
“Right, right,” Zach muttered, taking one last look at himself in the full-length mirror before he headed into the bathroom. Chris hopped up on the counter and watched as Zach glued his ears into place. “You know, it would be more authentic if you had the bowl cut.”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Shut up. I had that haircut for, like, ten years of my life. I finally got rid of it when I went to college, and there’s no way I’m going back. Even for the sake of authenticity.”
Chris threw his head back and laughed. “You actually had that haircut. Oh god,” he said, gasping. “I would have loved to see that.”
Zach raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror and smiled.
While he waited for his ears to dry into place, he headed back into the room and pulled his duffel onto the bed. Chris crossed his arms impatiently. “Come on, aren’t you done? Let’s go!”
“Hold your horses,” Zach said, pulling a binder out of his bag. “Come here.”
“What?” Chris took a seat on the bed next to Zach as he opened the binder. It was a photo album, and the first few pages were full of badges, brochures, and ticket stubs from the numerous conventions Zach had attended. But he skipped those and turned to a different page, featuring a Polaroid of a young Vulcan, complete with a bowl cut and oversized plastic ears. Chris squinted and looked closer. “Is that…oh shit, is that YOU?!” he asked, putting a hand over his mouth. He looked at Zach, then back at the picture, then back again and Zach could see the laughter dancing in his eyes.
“Yes, it’s me,” Zach said, blushing. “I was fourteen, okay? My brother made me dress up like that.”
“Oh yeah?” Chris asked, leaning closer. “Did he make you…oh my god, did he make you shave your eyebrows?!”
Zach blushed harder. “Um. That may have been my idea, actually.”
Chris cackled and fell back on the bed, clutching his stomach in laughter. “Oh god, Zach, that is…you were so cute, but I mean…Jesus, and I thought I was a geek!”
“Shut up!” Zach said, slamming the album shut and shoving it in his bag. “I knew I shouldn’t have shown you,” he grumbled.
“No! No, Zach, I had to see that, you know I did.” He looked at Zach, biting his lip to hold any more laughter back. “So…can I pluck your eyebrows?”
“What? Fuck no!”
“Oh, come on! It’s not fair that you did it before I even knew you!”
“No way,” Zach said, getting up and heading for the door. “Come on, let’s get out of here before you get any more ideas.”
“Okay, just hold on a sec,” Chris said, stepping into the bathroom. He came out a second later, brandishing something - tweezers, Zach noticed, just before Chris lunged at him, trying to grab his shoulder as he thrust the tweezers perilously close to Zach’s face.
“Argh, get away from me with those, Chris, I’m serious!” Zach said, but he was laughing, pressing their bodies together and twisting Chris’s wrist away until he dropped the tweezers.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” Chris said, but the laughter was bubbling up again, and Zach pressed their lips together to stop himself from smiling too hard into those twinkling blue eyes.
**
“Wow, I thought we’d never make it down here,” Chris said, as they finally stepped onto the floor of the convention center, heads held high as they watched a few passersby take in their costumes with a smile.
“Yeah, well, it was a valid concern, given that it’s -“ Zach checked his watch “Four o’clock.”
Chris giggled. “Oh shit. So, we probably missed, um…everything.”
Zach gave him a look that made his blood run hot and said in a low voice, “Worth it.”
Chris nodded, and it took everything he had to make himself look away and head out onto the floor.
They hadn’t missed everything, it turned out. The Voyager panel was still to come, and they had half an hour to peruse the vendors before they needed to get in line.
Chris was standing at one of the tables, immersed in a Star Trek comic book, when a shadow fell over him. He glanced up and jumped about a foot in the air as a menacing-looking Borg stared him down.
“Jesus Christ, warn a guy, will you!” Chris exclaimed, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. He gave the guy a once over. “Nice costume, dude. I’m impressed.”
Truth be told, he was also still a little intimidated. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Jim Kirk had never actually encountered the Borg, and wondered if it would look bad if he took a few steps back. Then the Borg broke into a wide grin and stuck out his hand, breaking the spell.
“Hey jtk1980!” he said cheerfully. “Didn’t recognize me, did ya?”
“Um. No?”
“It’s me, resistanceisfeudal! We met a few months ago in Chicago, remember?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Hi.”
“Your uniform rocks. You make it?”
“Yeah,” Chris said. He spotted Zach striding across the floor and waved frantically at him.
“Hey, Chris,” Zach said with a smile as he approached. He turned to check out Chris’s new friend. “Hey, um. Borg.”
His greeting was returned with another un-Borg-like smile. “Lieutenant Commander! Nice to see you again! Remember me? resistanceisfeudal?”
“Oh. Right. Cool costume.”
“Yeah, you too! Hey, so I’m having a party tonight in my room, and it would be awesome if you guys would come! There’s going to be booze and stuff. Don’t tell too many people though. I only want cool people there.”
“Oh, uh…yeah, well, we’re probably going to just stay in,” Chris started to say, before Zach interrupted.
“Actually, you know what? Maybe we will stop by,” he said, and Chris turned to him with an expression of disbelief.
“We will?”
“Yeah, you know, it might be fun…”
Chris stared at Zach, unable to wipe the skeptical look from his face until Zach grabbed his shoulder and gave him a little shake.
“So,” Zach said, turning back to the Borg, “you heading to the Voyager panel?”
“Hell , yeah. It’s babe-watchin’ time!”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Janeway’s a babe?”
“What? No, dude. Seven of Nine, hel-LO? What, don't tell me you guys wouldn't totally put her in your spank bank."
Chris was opening and closing his mouth as Zach said, “Yeah, she’s pretty hot.” Chris’s eyebrows climbed higher on his forehead.
“Oooh, I hope she’ll be wearing that jumpsuit….”
“Um, I don’t think they wear their costumes,” Chris said contemptuously, wondering when reality was going to step in and take away this babe-watching, partying mirror-Zach who was standing next to him. He was hit by the horrifying fear that maybe this was reality, a fear which increased tenfold as Zach tugged him by the arm toward the line.
“Zach!” he hissed. “What the fuck?”
“What?”
“You want to go to parties now?! You want to put Seven of Nine in your…spank bank?!” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, muttering, “I knew we shouldn’t have let Scotty beam us up during an ion storm.”
“Dork,” Zach said fondly. “And, I don’t want to to put her in my spank bank, okay? I’m just capable of appreciating the female form, that’s all.”
“Okay, and what about the party?”
“What about it?”
Chris stepped closer and spoke through gritted teeth. “I just thought we had…other plans…remember? There was something I was planning to do tonight…?”
“I know,” Zach said, putting his hand on Chris’s shoulder. He leaned in to whisper in Chris’s ear. “Just, I know you’re kinda nervous about it, so I thought, maybe you could have a drink or two before, to loosen up.”
Chris frowned. Zach was right, he was nervous, but… “I’ve never even drank before, Zach.”
“Yeah, I know. But, like, this way I’ll be there for your first time. And I can, like, help you out and stuff. Come on. I think it’ll be cool. But if you don’t want to, just tell me, and we won’t go, okay?”
Chris nodded. “Okay. I think…I think maybe I want to go.”
**
Chris was prepared this time, so he didn’t so much as flinch when the door to room 1245 opened to reveal a Borg clutching a red plastic cup and grinning.
“Dude, you guys came! Awesome!” He assumed a more serious expression. “Lieutenant Commander, Captain,” he added respectfully.
“Oh my god, it’s Zach and Chris!” said an enthusiastic female voice from across the room.
“Oh no, no way,” Chris said, shaking his head and turning around in the doorway. Zach grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could make his retreat into the hall.
“Hi guys!” Tasha said, stepping closer. “I was looking for you downstairs, where were you guys all day?! Did you guys see the Brent Spiner panel, I got my picture taken with him, he said he liked my shirt, did you guys see Wil Wheaton, he’s not even on the schedule but I heard he’s gonna be here, oh my god did Jeff tell you that he got interviewed by Denise Crosby-”
Chris’s eyes got wider as he listened to her talk. Didn’t she need to fucking breathe or something? “Jesus, how many Cokes have you had?” he asked just before Zach dragged him away.
“Be nice, Chris,” he said, barely containing his amusement.
“Zach.” Chris sounded pained.
“Yeah?”
“What’s up with girls?”
Zach laughed. “I don’t know, Chris. I’m not sure anyone does. Now, come on. Let’s find you a drink.”
“What do you want?” Zach asked, as they checked out the impromptu bar on the dresser.
“Um. What are you having?”
Zach surveyed the offerings. “I guess I’m going to have a cranberry and vodka.” He glanced at Chris. “But you probably shouldn’t start out with hard liquor.” He pulled open the door of the mini-fridge. “Oooh, here! This is perfect.”
He handed Chris a bottle of something red, and Chris examined it skeptically. “Bartles and Jaymes?”
“It’s a wine cooler. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
He watched closely as Chris unscrewed the cap, closed his eyes, and took a tentative sip. “Mmm!” said Chris, his eyes shooting open in surprise. “It’s good! It tastes like fruit punch!”
Zach grinned. “Cool. So just have a couple of those and you’ll feel totally awesome and, like…ready for anything.” He winked at Chris, who blushed the color of his Bartles and Jaymes as he took another sip.
**
“So, what do you think?”
Chris blinked a few times and shrugged. “It feels okay, I guess.”
“Do you want another one?”
“I don’t know if I should…I mean, I don’t want to get drunk.”
“Okay, well…do you want to feel…more like you feel now?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Awesome.” Zach got up to grab another wine cooler for Chris and pour another cranberry and vodka for himself. The room was dimly lit, and the few people scattered on chairs and the floor were focused on the TV as resistanceisfeudal (or Jeff, as they learned after refusing to call him Five of Eight) put another tape of Voyager in the VCR. Zach sat down on the bed next to Chris and took a sip of his drink. “Ugh,” he said, shuddering. “I think I made this one a little strong.” Chris took a swallow of his - pina colada flavored this time - and scooted a little closer to Zach.
Ten minutes later, he was trying to scoot away, as Zach was practically climbing into his lap to whisper inappropriate things about Tom Paris in his ear.
“Zach, quit it,” Chris muttered, sliding toward the edge of the bed and glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Maybe we should go back to the room?”
“Fuck yeah,” Zach said, stumbling as he followed Chris off the bed. He swayed a little as he stood, and Chris gripped his arm to hold him steady. A few people glanced over and Zach giggled. “I gotta go, you guys,” he slurred, “’cause I gotta get a blmmmmffff.” Chris had slapped a hand over his mouth - he was pretty sure he knew what Zach had been planning to say.
Chris felt a little dizzy himself - was this what being drunk felt like? Or was this just tipsy? Or maybe he was buzzed. He shook his head a little and smiled reassuringly at the others.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go, too…to make sure he gets back okay,” he told them, and he gave Zach a little tug toward the door.
They stepped out into the hallway, and Jeff chuckled, turning to Tasha as the door closed. “They always do that.”
**
It was all Chris could do to keep Zach’s hands off of him as they made their way down the hall and into the elevator, and after that he pretty much stopped caring. Zach pressed him up against the wall inside the elevator, kissing him sloppily, whispering, “So fucking horny, Chris, god, I can’t wait to get back to the room,” and grinding his erection into Chris’s leg as if to prove it. Chris fumbled at the lock on their door, distracted by Zach’s hands around his waist, pawing at his fly, and it took five tries before the green light lit up and the door swung open.
They pulled their costumes off as they stumbled toward the bed, and Chris pushed Zach down on his back to straddle him, kissing him on the mouth until Zach made an impatient sound and gave his shoulders a shove. Then he scrambled down, kissing Zach on his chest and stomach, and before he even realized it, his mouth was inches from Zach’s cock. He licked his lips, rocking on his hands and knees as he steeled himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t pictured this, thought about it a hundred times, the way he’d lick all over Zach’s dick like it was a popsicle (he’d been eating a lot of popsicles, lately) and the way he’d take it into his mouth and suck him hard, all slick with no teeth or anything. But this was different than he’d imagined, it looked huge and weird and there was this musky smell, and Zach was writhing around making breathy pleading noises, and his own cock was throbbing in his boxers.
Then Zach said “Chris, come on,” so he closed his eyes and went for it, licking quickly up Zach’s shaft and back down it, then along the side and, yeah, okay, that wasn’t too bad. He’d been worried about the taste, had tried to see what it was like, licking the palm of his hand after touching himself, but that had just tasted like hand, so he still hadn’t really known what to expect. And it was a little salty, but mostly just tasted like skin, and he licked up across the head and Zach exhaled sharply, saying “Jesus, fuck yes” so Chris kept going, tonguing him a little harder and wetter across the tip to the sound of Zach’s moans, a soft “uh-uh-uh” falling from his lips. Finally, Chris opened his mouth and let the head slide between his lips, sucked cautiously, and freaked out as he felt his teeth graze skin. Shit! This was way harder than he’d thought it would be, so he backed off, licked his lips, and tried again.
Better this time, weird still, but he knew how awesome it felt when Zach did it, so he opened his mouth a little wider, let Zach’s cock slide over his tongue and into the back of his mouth, almost to his throat. He gave an experimental suck, listening for Zach’s reaction, and…nothing. Zach had gone completely still beneath him, he realized, no longer twitching and moaning, and crap, he was probably sucking at this, and not in the good way. He slid his mouth slowly off Zach’s cock and looked up the bed, expecting to see him looking pissed or bored or…or completely passed out, with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Chris muttered, scrambling up the bed. He gripped Zach’s chin and gave him a little shake. “Hey! Hey, Zach! Wake up, fuckface!” Zach’s breath hitched and he swallowed sleepily and rolled over onto his side. “Dammit!” Chris shook his head - this would happen. Fucking Zach and his fucking cranberry vodkas, what the fuck! See if Chris ever tried this on him again. He rolled over onto his back and cursed some more at the ceiling, groaning in frustration as he reached down to shove his own boxers to his knees. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let Zach prevent him from getting off, so he wrapped a fist around his dick and gave a few hard strokes as he closed his eyes.
**
Chris came awake suddenly, disoriented in the dark as he felt the mattress dip and heard the sound of hurried footsteps across the carpet. A thin beam of light streamed from the bathroom before the door closed, and he heard the unmistakable sound of retching. He winced a little and shifted, and suddenly realized how glad he was that Zach had had to rush to the bathroom, because his boxers were still down around his knees and his fist was wrapped loosely around his limp cock. Fuck, that could have been embarrassing. He hastily pulled up his shorts and burrowed down into the covers, listening to the sounds of the toilet flushing, followed by water running in the sink, and then the shower. He’d almost fallen asleep again by the time the bathroom door opened, and he squinted against the light before Zach turned it off and padded slowly back to the bed.
Zach caught sight of Chris’s eyes, slit open and watching him, and he slid under the covers to wrap his arms around Chris’s shoulders.
“Hi,” he whispered, his words warm against Chris’s skin. His body was still damp, naked except for his boxers, and Chris threaded his fingers gently in Zach’s wet hair.
“You okay?”
“Sure,” Zach said, nodding, pressing forward to brush his mouth against Chris’s, parting his lips a little as he nuzzled their noses together.
“Zach?” Chris said, pulling back a little as Zach tried to kiss him again. “Didn’t you just barf?”
“I brushed my teeth!” Zach defended, kissing him again, and this time Chris let him, opening his mouth enough for Zach to slide the tip of his tongue in, and then Chris was kissing back, licking at his tongue and tasting mint and nothing else, thank god. Still, he pulled back again, scowled at Zach in the darkness.
“I’m kinda mad at you.”
“I know,” Zach said, closing his eyes and squeezing his arms around Chris, wrapping a long leg behind his knees and murmuring into his shoulder. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”
“You got really drunk.”
“I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you to, you know. What we talked about. Fuck, I’m sorry, Chris, I fucked it up. I’m sorry.”
“I just wanted to be with you, you know? I just want to do stuff with you.”
“I know, I know, Chris, believe me, I know. I’m sorry.” He looked into Chris’s eyes, touched a finger gently to his lips. “Just tell me what you want, okay, anything. Let me make it up to you. Please?”
Chris’s eyes were wide and vulnerable as he took Zach’s hand and pulled it behind his head and leaned in so that his lips brushed against Zach’s. “Just, don’t pass out again, okay?” he whispered.
“I won’t, I swear.”
Chris kissed him on the mouth, pushed gently against his shoulder until he was on his back, then moved quickly down the bed to prop himself between Zach’s legs. He felt a hot flush through his body, and his arms were shaking with anticipation as he dropped onto his elbows and buried his face in the front of Zach’s boxer-briefs, sliding his cheek against the length of Zach’s cock. With trembling hands, he tugged at Zach’s waistband, sliding it over his ass until his cock sprang free. Zach almost kicked him in the face trying to pull his underwear the rest of the way off.
Chris hovered above Zach’s cock, licking his lips, and Zach could feel the tremor in his warm breath.
“Chris, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he said, meaning it, but Chris only dug his fingers into Zach’s thigh.
“Shut. Up.” He took a deep breath and leaned down to run the flat of his tongue up Zach’s shaft. He slid the tip into his mouth and sucked, then sank down farther, sliding his lips along the length, concentrating so hard that he barely felt Zach’s fist gripping his hair and only dimly registered the groans of pleasure coming from above. He could feel drool dripping down his cheek, and he swallowed instinctively, and Zach’s moans were coming out more like squeaks now as he panted “shit, Chris, gonna…fuck, I’m gonna…” Chris felt Zach stiffen underneath him, muscles clenching beneath his fingers, and he pulled his mouth off just before Zach came, spurting ropes of liquid across his bare stomach.
Zach had an arm over his eyes and he was shaking, breathing so hard that it looked for a second like he might be hyperventilating or something, but Chris was way too horny to worry about that. Instead he scrambled up to straddle Zach’s hips, and suddenly all he could think about was how good it would feel to slide his cock against Zach’s come-slick stomach, he didn’t even care how gross that was. He leaned down to kiss at Zach’s neck, moaning as he felt the slickness of cooling jizz against his dick and he moved his hips, gave a little thrust and fuck, that felt good. Zach looked down at what Chris was doing, his eyes going wide, and he sucked in his stomach and arched up to meet Chris’s motions.
Chris reached down to grab his own cock, his knuckles pressing against Zach’s abs as he pumped into his fist, cringing a little at the obscene slurping sound it made, but too far gone to care. Zach was panting his encouragement, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better view. When he looked up at Chris from under lowered lashes, Chris squeezed his fingers a little tighter, fucked into his fist a little faster, and came across Zach’s chest with an embarrassingly loud yell.
Afterwards, he rolled onto his side, panting hard, rubbing a hand idly across his chest. He felt the damp trail from his fingers and curled his lip.
“Ugh,” he said, levering himself up from the mattress. “I’m taking a shower.”
“You’re taking a shower?” Zach asked in disbelief, following him out of the bed. “I’m the one covered in jizz!”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come with!”
They kissed for a long time in the steaming shower, holding each other close after they’d cleaned off. In between kisses, Chris asked Zach shyly how it had been.
“Chris, I…it was fucking amazing. I can’t even tell you.”
“Best blowjob of your life?”
Zach laughed softly. “Only blowjob of my life. But yeah. Fuck, Chris, I’m so glad it was you. God, I …I…”
“Sorry if that thing was weird,” Chris said, interrupting. “That I did, after. I don’t really know…”
“Chris, shut up. Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
Chris felt very confident replying with a resounding “No,” and Zach proceeded to show him in great detail with his lips and tongue.
**
They slept late, no surprise. Zach woke up first and watched Chris for a while, until he snuffled and shifted under the covers. Zach smiled when he actually brought his fists up to rub at his eyes before blinking them blearily at Zach.
"Hi," he said, his voice soft with sleep.
"Hey," Zach said softly in return.
"Were you watching me sleep?"
Zach blushed, caught. He shrugged. "I don't get to see you enough."
"Here," Chris said, throwing the covers off and climbing out of the bed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a disposable camera. "Take a picture of me," he said, handing it to Zach. "I'll get doubles."
Zach looked at the camera and frowned. "Don't you want to take pictures at the con?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I need to take some hot pictures of Seven of Nine to spank to later,” he joked. “I'll save some. Come on."
"Okay." Zach scooted over next to Chris, threw an arm around his shoulders, and reached out to snap a picture of the two of them. "I hope it's good," he said, handing the camera back.
"Me, too."
**
They split up in the afternoon, when the Vulcan language class clashed with a costume workshop that Chris wanted to check out. One of the actual costume designers from Deep Space 9 was there, which kept Chris just interested enough to keep from missing Zach the entire time. Still, when they were done, he pretty much speed-walked through the convention center to get back to him. They were supposed to meet outside Conference Room 6, and Chris hoped he wouldn’t have too hard a time finding him. He needn’t have worried though, because a group of costumed Vulcans was spilling out into the hall, and he could hear Zach’s voice over the crowd.
“Oh my god, are you stupid or something?!” Zach was yelling. “Haven’t you even listened to Mark Gardner’s cassette tapes? No? Okay, well he only invented the language, so why don’t you try actually learning something before you start telling me that I can’t fucking pronounce something as simple as ‘asal-yem’!”
Zach turned on his heel, and Chris tried to shift his expression from stunned to apologetic as he stormed past. Chris turned to follow him without a word, jogging a little to keep up as Zach pushed his way out into an empty courtyard and stopped to take a few deep breaths. Finally Zach caught his eye. “What?” he said, still seething with anger.
“Um. Nothing. Just, you got really mad back there. I, uh…I didn’t know you could get so worked up.”
Zach ran a hand through his hair. “I know, just…some people are so fucking stupid!”
“Yeah, they are,” Chris said, nodding as he stepped closer to run a hand down Zach’s arm. Zach turned toward him and let himself be pulled into a loose embrace. “I think you need a hug.” Zach smiled despite himself and pulled Chris a little closer. Chris turned to let his lips brush against Zach’s cheek. “And a kiss,” he whispered with a smile. Zach nodded, and Chris kissed him again, then their lips met and Zach tilted his head as their tongues slid together.
They hadn’t heard the door to the courtyard open, but they did hear the startled gasp, and they pulled apart quickly as a voice said “Oh my god!”
Chris whipped around to find Tasha staring at them with her eyes wide and her hand clamped over her mouth.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he yelled, his eyes going stormy, and Zach flinched a little. “Are you following us around or something?!”
Tasha shook her head helplessly and lowered her hand. “Are you guys, like, boyfriends?”
“What is WRONG with you?!” Chris cried in strangled frustration. “At least I have a boyfriend! Now get the hell out of here and leave us alone!” He was quivering in anger, his fists clenched at his sides, and his face was turning beet red. Tasha looked like she was about to cry as she turned to yank the door open and get away.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Chris slumped onto a bench and put his face in his hands.
Zach sat down cautiously beside him. “Wow.”
He reached out to run a hand gently over Chris’s back, and he could feel the deep breaths Chris was taking as he struggled to regain his composure. When he finally spoke, he sounded absolutely miserable. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Zach said, trying not to let Chris hear his smile. “You’re kinda hot when you go totally postal like that. Scary…but hot.”
“I shouldn’t have been so mean to her.”
Zach shrugged. “Whatever.”
“I should go apologize.”
“What? Why?” Zach asked.
“Did you see the look on her face? I feel really terrible.” He stood up, offered Zach a hand. “Come on, let’s go find her. Do you mind?”
Zach didn’t understand why Chris wanted to go apologize to some girl just because her feelings might be hurt, but whatever. Anything Chris wanted to do was fine by him.
They spotted Tasha in the Dealer’s Room, at a display table of Gil Hibben daggers. She was holding one in her hands, looking at it with her jaw set and a spark of anger in her eyes as Chris approached.
“Chris!” Zach hissed, pulling him back by his jacket.
“What?”
“Maybe you want to wait until she puts down the knife?”
“Whatever, it’s fine,” Chris said, shrugging him off and approaching warily. “Um, hey Tasha.”
She glanced at him. “Oh. Hey.”
“Look, um…” Chris rubbed at the back of his neck, a gesture that Zach felt like he already knew so well. “I’m sorry, okay? About before. I was…kind of a jerk.”
“Yeah, you were,” Tasha shot back at him. “Captain Jerk.”
The corner of Chris’s mouth twitched up and Tasha smiled. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, me too. I swear, I wasn’t following you, and I really didn’t mean to walk in on you guys like that.”
Chris felt his face go hot. “Yeah.”
“I think it’s cool that you guys are…you know. That you, like, found each other and stuff.”
“Yeah. It’s cool. And I’m sorry I said that thing about not having a boyfriend or whatever. I didn’t mean it. You’re really nice and everything. Even though you can be really, really annoying sometimes.”
“Uh. Thanks? I guess.”
Chris nodded seriously, trying to think if there was anything else he should say. He couldn’t think of anything. “Okay, bye.” He turned to leave.
“Hey, JTK.”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.
“I’ll see you online and stuff, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Cool. Bye!”
Chris could feel Zach watching him as they walked back across the convention center. “What?”
Zach smiled. “Nothing. Just. That was really nice.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“I mean, I would never have done that.”
Chris grinned. “Yeah. Well, you’re a jerk.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“Why don’t you shut me up?” Zach said, dropping his voice.
Chris blushed again and shook his head. “Captain’s panel,” he reminded Zach.
Zach bit his lip. “Yeah, I know, but I just really want to make out with you again. Like, now.”
“What are you, like going through Pon Farr right now or something?” Chris joked.
Zach pulled him close and growled in his ear. “Maybe I am. And maybe you’re the only one who can save me from this blood fever, Captain. What are you going to do about it?”
Chris glanced at his watch, back up at Zach, and then over to the elevators. “We’ve got fifteen minutes,” he said, and they took off at a run.
**
They missed the Captain’s panel, but Chris really couldn’t bring himself to care.
**
They ordered room service and ate it sprawled on the bed, boneless and sated and a little bit chafed. Zach suggested putting on First Contact, but instead Chris made him get out his photo album, and they looked through it together as Zach recounted his previous convention experiences in what Chris fondly termed an “enormous geekitude of detail.” The story of how Zach’s brother had tried to hit on Marina Sirtis was hilarious, but when Zach launched into a long-winded detailing of the inaccuracies of the Enterprise NC-1701-A model at the Pittsburgh convention in 1993, Chris gently set the binder on the floor and rolled him over for a long, enthusiastic kiss.
And even though he’d seriously lost count of how many times they’d gotten off together in the past 48 hours, he couldn’t complain when Zach slid a spit-slicked palm between them, taking both of their dicks in his hand and stroking them slowly. He teased at the head of Chris’s cock with his thumb, and Chris’s breath hitched as he clung tightly to Zach’s shoulders, burying his face in Zach’s neck and trying to remember, even as it was still happening. The pleasure built slowly, giving Chris plenty of time to take in the details, Zach’s broad palm sliding over his shaft, the feel of Zach’s dick, hard and hot against his, the way he moaned a little when Chris bit lightly at his earlobe. He wanted it to last forever, but it felt too good, and too soon he was grunting and his toes were curling and he was forgetting to breathe as his orgasm overtook him, his last reserves of come dribbling weakly over Zach’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he said against Zach’s chest, and he felt Zach’s fingertips trailing down his side and across his hip.
“You know what we gotta do next time, right?” Zach whispered in his ear.
Chris somehow summoned enough energy to say, “Don’t even think about it, Zach. You’re not going anywhere near my butt.”
Zach chuckled. “Will you go near mine?”
“Hell, no.”
“Mm-hmm. We’ll see.” He nuzzled against Chris’s nose and cheek. “When are you gonna come visit me anyway, huh?” he asked, teasing.
“Um, when my mom goes into a coma?”
Zach couldn’t help laughing. “That’s terrible.”
“Well, it sure as hell isn’t happening any other way!”
“Your mom probably knows you’re gay, Chris.”
“The fact that I’m alive would show otherwise,” Chris said dryly.
“She bought you a sewing machine.”
“That was because I made her an awesome pillow in Home Ec.”
Zach propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Chris with an eyebrow raised. “Exactly.”
“Hey, Zach?”
“Yeah?”
“Could we not spend our last night together talking about my mom?”
“Don’t say that,” Zach said, squeezing a hand on his thigh.
“Say what?”
“That it’s our last night together. God, I don’t want to think about it.”
“Okay.”
They lay in silence for a long moment, lost in their own thoughts. “Hey, Zach.”
“Yeah?”
“What was that word today, the Vulcan word you got so upset about?”
“Oh. Um. Asal-yem,” Zach told him, his pronunciation perfect.
“What does it mean?”
Zach shook his head, blushing. “It means…breakfast.”
Chris laughed. “You know how to say ‘breakfast’ in Vulcan?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Everyone does! Food words are, like, the first thing you learn! I don’t know why that dude was insisting that his pronunciation was right, when it was so obviously wrong!” Zach was getting himself worked up again, up on an elbow now and glaring into the dimming light. He looked down at Chris. “I know you think I’m a total geek.”
Chris shook his head and his blue eyes shone with his smile. “Maybe that guy was using the Old Vulcan pronunciation, which still lingers in the outer regions of Vulcan, across the planet from Shi’Kahr.”
Zach grinned at him. “Nerd.” He lay back on the pillow and reached for Chris’s hand. “Okay, your turn.”
“Turn for what?”
“To tell me why you got so mad today. When Tasha saw us. You really flipped out.”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I didn’t like being interrupted. We already have so little time together, and-“ he swallowed, “I’m gonna miss you so fuckin’ much.”
“Yeah,” Zach whispered, leaning forward to meet Chris’s lips. Chris opened his mouth to slide his tongue across Zach’s lips, and Zach pulled back a little. “Um. I really don’t think I can do anything…again. If you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, me neither. But maybe we can just kiss a little more?”
“I am amenable to your suggestion.”
**
“If you could be any species, what would you be?” Chris asked, later. They were both struggling to keep their eyes open, not wanting to waste a single second of their remaining time together on something as lame as sleep.
Zach gnawed on his lip for a second. “Shapeshifter.”
Chris frowned. “Really?”
“Yep. “
“Why?”
“So I could become a bird or something and fly to California to visit you.”
“Dork.”
“What about you?”
“Ummm…shapeshifter.”
“That’s unoriginal.”
“Ask me why.”
“Why?”
“So I could suck my own dick.”
Zach laughed and faked a punch at Chris’s stomach. “Fucker.”
Chris laughed underneath him. “Jealous you didn’t think of it first?”
“Okay, yeah,” Zach admitted, brushing a kiss against his forehead.
Chris brought a hand up to Zach’s face, ran his fingertips along his cheek and tilted his face up to press a kiss to his lips. He let his eyes close, focused on the pleasant thrill of Zach’s closeness that still tingled in his belly. “I’m so glad we found each other,” he mumbled against Zach’s mouth, and he felt lips curl into a smile against his.
“Me too,” Zach whispered, kissing him again, and again. When he pulled back, he pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes, too, as he held back the emotions that threatened to spill from them. “Let’s find each other again soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
**
AOL Instant Messenger
Private message from LtCmdrZach
LtCmdrZach: hey you
jtk1980: hi :-)
LtCmdrZach: miss me?
jtk1980: understatement
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: you get home okay?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: you?
jtk1980: hello?
LtCmdrZach: sorry. i was thinking about whether to tell you something
jtk1980: tell me what?
LtCmdrZach: its embarrassing
jtk1980: what?
LtCmdrZach: i cried a little on the plane
LtCmdrZach: more like teared up actually
LtCmdrZach: god i can’t believe i just told you that
jtk1980: me too
LtCmdrZach: shut up
jtk1980: I did, I swear
jtk1980: the lady next to me gave me a tissue
jtk1980: and she asked why I was crying
LtCmdrZach: what did you say?
jtk1980: I said it was because it would be months before I get another bj
LtCmdrZach: lol
LtCmdrZach: u did not liar
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: I just told her I was homesick
jtk1980: would have been funny tho right?
LtCmdrZach: yeah your a laugh riot
jtk1980: :-)
LtCmdrZach: hey chris
jtk1980: yeah?
jtk1980: ?
LtCmdrZach: u love me?
LtCmdrZach: ?
jtk1980: yeah
LtCmdrZach: you do?
jtk1980: yep
LtCmdrZach: :-)
LtCmdrZach: smiling so hard right now
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: u love me?
LtCmdrZach: duh
jtk1980: :-)
LtCmdrZach: :-)
jtk1980: :-D
LtCmdrZach: dork
LtCmdrZach: so…
LtCmdrZach: what are u wearing? ;-)
(Series continues... Trekkies in Love 3: All Our Yesterdays)
Author: therumjournals
Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 9,100
Warnings; underage drinking, AOL, intentional grammar errors
Description: LtCmdrZach and jtk1980 meet again. A sequel to Trekkies in Love.
A/N: And a belated birthday gift for verizonhorizon! Your enthusiasm and begging made me get my ass in gear to finish this, thus it is dedicated to you! (And maybe someday we’ll even watch Trekkies 2!)
LtCmdrZach has entered the room.
jtk1980: \\//
LtCmdrZach: *salutes*
resistanceisfeudal: \\//
resistanceisfeudal: where've you been ltcmdr?
LtCmdrZach: taking a final
jtk1980: your done?
LtCmdrZach: yep
tashalives: we were just talking about you
LtCmdrZach: ?
tashalives: jtk said you're going to san diego con
LtCmdrZach: affirmative
tashalives: i'll see you guys there
tashalives: do you know what hotel your staying at yet?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: i gotta go ll&p
jtk1980 has left the room
LtCmdrZach has left the room
resistanceisfeudal: ha ha
resistanceisfeudal: they always do that
AOL Instant Messenger
Private message from jtk1980
jtk1980: hi
LtCmdrZach: hi
jtk1980: god that tasha chick would not shut up
jtk1980: she kept talking about meeting up at the con
LtCmdrZach: you flirt back?
jtk1980: ew, no!!!!
jtk1980: theres only one person i want to meet up with ;-)
LtCmdrZach: and by "meet up", you mean...?
jtk1980: you know
LtCmdrZach: tell me
jtk1980: i think you can guess
LtCmdrZach: tell me anyway
jtk1980: you know. what we talked about the other night.
LtCmdrZach: i forget
jtk1980: no you dont
LtCmdrZach: tasha seems nice
jtk1980: i hate you
LtCmdrZach: no you don't ;-)
jtk1980: how was your test?
LtCmdrZach: stop trying to change the subject
LtCmdrZach: i want to talk about "meeting up" with you
LtCmdrZach: i was thinking about you all day
LtCmdrZach: i got a boner while i was taking my final
jtk1980: ouch
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: wish you were here to take care of it
jtk1980: me too
LtCmdrZach: really?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: 'course
LtCmdrZach: what would you do?
jtk1980: um...
jtk1980: you know
LtCmdrZach: tell me
jtk1980: just think about the last night at the con, thats what i would do
LtCmdrZach: thats what i thought about last night while i was jacking off
jtk1980: thats hot
LtCmdrZach: what about you?
jtk1980: what?
LtCmdrZach: what did you think about?
jtk1980: you know
jtk1980: you
LtCmdrZach: doing what?
jtk1980: i'm not typing it
LtCmdrZach: come on!
LtCmdrZach: my hand or my mouth
jtk1980: um...yes
LtCmdrZach: at the same time?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: but
jtk1980: that would probably be awesome
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: wanna know something else i think about?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: ...you gonna tell me?
LtCmdrZach: yeah
jtk1980: k
LtCmdrZach: you know how you're always licking your lips
jtk1980: ?
jtk1980: i don't do it that much
LtCmdrZach: yeah you do
jtk1980: ok
LtCmdrZach: i like thinking about you licking me
LtCmdrZach: gonna ask where?
jtk1980: i know where
LtCmdrZach: where then?
jtk1980: on ur cock
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: like licking all around the head
LtCmdrZach: all slobbery and shit
LtCmdrZach: just like holding it and rubbing your tongue all over it
LtCmdrZach: would you do that?
jtk1980: yeah
LtCmdrZach: yeah? not too gross?
jtk1980: no i want to try it
LtCmdrZach: :-)
jtk1980: keep going
LtCmdrZach: can i call you?
jtk1980: no, parents sleeping
LtCmdrZach: damn
jtk1980: keep telling me
LtCmdrZach: ok
LtCmdrZach: then you would suck me
LtCmdrZach: i bet it would feel so good
LtCmdrZach: how far could you take it in?
jtk1980: far
jtk1980: i have a big mouth ;-)
LtCmdrZach: lol
jtk1980: i would suck you so hard
LtCmdrZach: god
LtCmdrZach: i'm so hard right now
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: is your roommate there?
LtCmdrZach: no
jtk1980: u should stroke it
LtCmdrZach: k
jtk1980: doin it?
LtCmdrZach: yed
LtCmdrZach: yes
LtCmdrZach: u?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: fuck
jtk1980: wsh it was ur mouth
LtCmdrZach: ani;ct
LtCmdrZach: fuck
jtk1980: u cum?
LtCmdrZach: yeah. i smacked the keyboard
LtCmdrZach: u?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: kinda dizzy now
LtCmdrZach: i have that effect on you
jtk1980: lol yeah
jtk1980: brb
jtk1980: k, back
jtk1980: had to change
LtCmdrZach: what are you wearin? ;-)
jtk1980: pajamas
LtCmdrZach: cute
LtCmdrZach: beddy time for captain?
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: can you talk more?
LtCmdrZach: sure
LtCmdrZach: hows my uniform coming?
jtk1980: okay
jtk1980: you have really long legs
LtCmdrZach: lol
jtk1980: also i did the stitching too wide the first time
jtk1980: but i fixed it
LtCmdrZach: i'm sure it will be awesome
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: your gonna look good
LtCmdrZach: aw shucks
jtk1980: 10 days
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: so excited
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: miss you
LtCmdrZach: me too
jtk1980: ummmmm
jtk1980: now i feel like i should go cause i just said i miss you
LtCmdrZach: don't go yet
LtCmdrZach: you can say it again at the end
jtk1980: k :-)
LtCmdrZach: so remember how we were talking about voyager the other day?
jtk1980: oh god not this again
jtk1980: i already told you why your idea wouldn't work
LtCmdrZach: no listen
LtCmdrZach: i thought of some more theories
**
Zach took a few deep breaths to calm himself, but his hands were still shaking as he pushed through the revolving door into the hotel lobby. The San Diego convention was a popular one, and the lobby was swarming with eager visitors, many already in costume. Zach was easing his way past a group of Klingons when he spotted Chris at the reception desk, and he just barely managed to avoid a collision with a particularly burly female. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and everything around him seemed to blur as he maneuvered through the crowd. He was practically running by the time Chris took the key from the hotel clerk and turned, spotting him and breaking out into a giant grin. Zach knew he had a similar expression on his face, but he caught the warning look in Chris’s eyes and skidded to a halt before he could throw himself into Chris’s arms.
“Hey,” he said, suddenly shy.
“Hey.”
“Oh my god!” said an enthusiastic voice beside them. “Are you Lieutenant Commander Zach?!”
Zach saw Chris roll his eyes just as they turned to face the speaker, a short girl with a pixie cut and glasses. “Um. Yes?” Zach said, confused.
“Zach, this is tashalives,” Chris said, introducing them, and Zach could tell it was taking every ounce of his restraint to be polite.
“You can call me Tasha,” she said, flashing him a smile and the Vulcan salute.
“Great,” Zach muttered, pasting on a tolerant smile and trying not to go fucking ballistic on this chick who was totally ruining his long awaited reunion with Chris.
“Okay, well, Zach and I have to go get our room and stuff, so I guess we’ll see you later,” Chris said, grabbing Zach by the sleeve and yanking him toward the elevators.
“Oh yeah, me too. What floor are you guys on?!” Tasha chirped as she followed them.
Zach crossed his fingers as Chris responded. “Um. Fifteenth floor.”
“Oh, bummer. I’m on the seventeenth.”
Zach breathed a sigh of relief, which was immediately supplanted by annoyance as Tasha stepped into the elevator with them. The doors closed, and Zach subtly shifted his bag, hoping Tasha wouldn’t notice the stiffy he’d been sporting ever since he’d first caught sight of Chris. He glanced around the elevator, only allowing himself tiny glimpses of Chris, his hair, his shoulder, his - okay, apparently Zach wasn’t the only one who was excited to be here. He pressed his bag a little tighter over his crotch.
The elevator ride seemed to last forever. At one point, Zach wondered if the laws of space and time were actually fucking with him just to make him wait a little longer. Finally, the doors opened on the fifteenth floor, and he pushed past Tasha into the hall. He could feel Chris close behind him as the doors slid shut on Tasha’s eager “See you guys later!”
Zach turned to give Chris an exasperated look, but Chris was already speed-walking down the hall, key in hand, and Zach caught up to him just as he finished fumbling with the lock and got the door open. Chris took two steps inside, dropped his bag, and turned around as Zach shut the door behind them. They looked at each other, hesitating for only a second before they slammed together in a crushing embrace.
Zach buried his face in Chris’s neck, clutching at him and smiling as he felt Chris’s arms wrap tightly around his ribs.
“Been waiting for this for so long,” Zach mumbled into Chris’s neck.
He felt Chris’s warm breath as he laughed softly. “It’s only been three months.”
“Shut up,” Zach said, squeezing him tighter. “Don’t act like you’re not excited. I can totally feel your boner digging into my leg.”
“I missed you.”
“Missed you, too,” Zach breathed, and they pulled back just enough to kiss. It was weird at first, Zach was all tongue and Chris had his lips closed, but after a few seconds of fumbling they figured it out, slotting their mouths together for a long, desperate kiss.
Zach’s hand came up to tangle in the back of Chris’s hair. He felt the need to hold him closer, to steady him. He broke the kiss long enough to say, “You’re shaking.”
Chris blushed and buried his face in Zach’s shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he confessed. “I was too excited. Then I drank like 20 Cokes this morning to stay awake.”
Zach chuckled into his hair. “Ah.”
“Do you, uh…do you want to see your uniform?”
“No.”
“No? Why not- oh.” He stopped talking, swallowed hard as he felt Zach’s hand press between them to work at his fly and nudge him farther into the room. He let Zach push him slowly back until his knees hit the edge of the bed, then he sat down with a grunt, licking his lips as he watched Zach finish with his zipper and maneuver him out of his pants and boxers. Then Zach was on his knees looking up at him, and it was all Chris could do to hold himself upright, leaning back on his hands as Zach reached his tongue out to lick at the tip of Chris’s cock.
“Fuck, Zach, fuck fuck fuck,” Chris chanted, and Zach grinned, licked his lips, and took Chris into his mouth. The hot slide of Zach’s lips around his dick was almost more than Chris could handle, and he fought to keep from closing his eyes at the sensation so he could watch Zach, so fucking sexy between his legs. Chris groaned when Zach pulled away abruptly to look at him, a serious expression in his dark brown eyes.
“Come in my mouth, okay?”
“What?!”
Zach smiled shyly up at him. “I want to try it,” and then his mouth was surrounding him again and the only sound Chris could manage was an unintelligible “buh”, which he hoped Zach knew meant that he could do whatever the hell he wanted.
Zach sucked a little harder and moaned around him, then brought a hand up to grip the base of Chris’s cock, stroking him a little in tandem with his bobbing head. Chris felt his entire body shudder, and he suddenly realized that maybe his idea of not jerking off for a week before he saw Zach had not been the smartest plan ever. He reached a hand out to kind of pet Zach’s hair and ended up clenching a fistful of it as the warm, wet heat of Zach’s mouth suctioned harder around the tip of his cock, Zach’s hand stroking a little faster over his shaft. Chris sucked in a gasping breath, his hips bucked involuntarily, and he was coming, watching with eyes wide as Zach sucked and swallowed around his cock. His fingers were still gripping Zach’s hair, and he let go just in time for Zach to pull off, coughing, a little jizz sliding between his lips as he fought to catch his breath. Zach was still digging his fingers into Chris’s thighs, and he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Chris’s stomach, shaking. Finally, he let go, looked up at Chris with amazement written across his face, and pulled himself up to flop down on the bed. Chris fell back onto the mattress, and they lay next to each other in silence for a few minutes, chests heaving as they breathed deeply.
Zach rolled over onto his back, and Chris turned toward him, sleepily reaching a hand down to cup his bulge. He was surprised when Zach gave a grunt of annoyance and slapped his hand away.
“What?”
“I already…fuck, I fucking came in my pants, man. Jesus. I’m thinking maybe my idea about not jerking off for the past week wasn’t such a good plan after all.”
Chris chuckled and Zach scowled at him. “No, I just…I did the same thing.” He reached up and brushed his thumb against the wetness glistening on Zach’s chin. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” Zach mumbled. “So worth it.”
“Yeah. So you really get off on just doing…that?”
Zach raised an eyebrow at him. “Apparently.”
“You, uh…you were really good,” Chris said. “You been practicing?”
Zach raised both eyebrows this time. “What would I be practicing on?”
“I don’t know.” Chris shrugged. “Popsicles? Other guys?”
“Pshh, yeah, right,” Zach said. “As if any other guy would look twice at me.” Chris twitched a little and looked away. “Not that I would want to do that with any other guy.” He put a hand on Chris’s arm. “Come on. You know I wouldn’t.”
Chris shrugged again. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re in college, aren’t you supposed to be, like, partying every night and getting laid and stuff?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Obviously you’ve mistaken me for someone who doesn’t have a collection of Star Trek action figures displayed all over his dorm room. Besides, when am I supposed to be doing this supposed partying when I’m on IM with you every night, huh?” he asked gently, nudging Chris again.
“Sorry,” Chris muttered.
“Chris, jeez, that’s not what I meant.” He leaned over to give Chris a clumsy kiss on the cheek. “Come on,” he said, when Chris pulled away. He held Chris gently by the shoulders and sat up to straddle him, undeterred by the fact that Chris still wouldn’t look at him. “Hey, come on, look at me,” Zach said, laughing now and dropping his weight onto Chris.
Finally, Chris looked up at him, letting a small smile cross his face. “Swear you haven’t done anything with other guys.”
“Chris, I swear.” Zach pressed his crotch gently against Chris’s and Chris ran his hands up Zach’s thighs. “You ready to go again,” Zach asked, his voice low.
Chris laughed and shook his head, but the way Zach was looking at him was making him wish he was. He shifted a little and smiled. “Give me ten minutes.”
**
“Holy shit, Chris. Holy shit.” Zach was standing in front of the full length mirror, where he’d been staring at himself and saying “holy shit” for the past ten minutes. Chris leaned against the bathroom door and smiled. “So you like it?”
Zach turned to him, an expression of awe and disbelief written across his features. “Holy shit. This is amazing, Chris. There’s…” He turned back to the mirror, looked himself up and down. He honestly hadn’t thought Chris could do it. Not that he had doubts about Chris’s skill, but the Starfleet uniforms from Wrath of Khan were notoriously difficult to recreate and…he turned back to Chris. “There’s honestly not a single detail missing. I just…I…thank you,” he finished.
Chris beamed. He was pretty proud of himself, to be honest. He’d been pretty sure he could figure out the uniforms, that he could get the details right - even if it took almost ruining the tape of the movie from pausing and fast-forwarding so much - but he hadn’t been sure how it would look when Zach actually tried it on. And now Zach was here, and he was wearing it, and it looked awesome.
And oh! He hadn’t even shown Zach the best part. He reached up to unfasten the top button of his own uniform and pulled down the flap to reveal a bright splatter of blood (actually red paint) across the white fabric, just like the one from Kirk’s costume in the movie. Zach’s jaw dropped and he took a step forward to get a closer look. “Holy shit!” He met Chris’s eye. “You really got everything!”
Chris grinned. “I heard you have an eye for detail.”
“Chris, I… you should do this for a living, I’m not even joking. I would pay, like, $500 for this!”
“Speaking of $500, Lieutenant-Commander,” Chris said, turning to grab his phaser from the bureau and tuck it into his belt, “You gonna put your ears on, or what?”
“Right, right,” Zach muttered, taking one last look at himself in the full-length mirror before he headed into the bathroom. Chris hopped up on the counter and watched as Zach glued his ears into place. “You know, it would be more authentic if you had the bowl cut.”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Shut up. I had that haircut for, like, ten years of my life. I finally got rid of it when I went to college, and there’s no way I’m going back. Even for the sake of authenticity.”
Chris threw his head back and laughed. “You actually had that haircut. Oh god,” he said, gasping. “I would have loved to see that.”
Zach raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror and smiled.
While he waited for his ears to dry into place, he headed back into the room and pulled his duffel onto the bed. Chris crossed his arms impatiently. “Come on, aren’t you done? Let’s go!”
“Hold your horses,” Zach said, pulling a binder out of his bag. “Come here.”
“What?” Chris took a seat on the bed next to Zach as he opened the binder. It was a photo album, and the first few pages were full of badges, brochures, and ticket stubs from the numerous conventions Zach had attended. But he skipped those and turned to a different page, featuring a Polaroid of a young Vulcan, complete with a bowl cut and oversized plastic ears. Chris squinted and looked closer. “Is that…oh shit, is that YOU?!” he asked, putting a hand over his mouth. He looked at Zach, then back at the picture, then back again and Zach could see the laughter dancing in his eyes.
“Yes, it’s me,” Zach said, blushing. “I was fourteen, okay? My brother made me dress up like that.”
“Oh yeah?” Chris asked, leaning closer. “Did he make you…oh my god, did he make you shave your eyebrows?!”
Zach blushed harder. “Um. That may have been my idea, actually.”
Chris cackled and fell back on the bed, clutching his stomach in laughter. “Oh god, Zach, that is…you were so cute, but I mean…Jesus, and I thought I was a geek!”
“Shut up!” Zach said, slamming the album shut and shoving it in his bag. “I knew I shouldn’t have shown you,” he grumbled.
“No! No, Zach, I had to see that, you know I did.” He looked at Zach, biting his lip to hold any more laughter back. “So…can I pluck your eyebrows?”
“What? Fuck no!”
“Oh, come on! It’s not fair that you did it before I even knew you!”
“No way,” Zach said, getting up and heading for the door. “Come on, let’s get out of here before you get any more ideas.”
“Okay, just hold on a sec,” Chris said, stepping into the bathroom. He came out a second later, brandishing something - tweezers, Zach noticed, just before Chris lunged at him, trying to grab his shoulder as he thrust the tweezers perilously close to Zach’s face.
“Argh, get away from me with those, Chris, I’m serious!” Zach said, but he was laughing, pressing their bodies together and twisting Chris’s wrist away until he dropped the tweezers.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” Chris said, but the laughter was bubbling up again, and Zach pressed their lips together to stop himself from smiling too hard into those twinkling blue eyes.
**
“Wow, I thought we’d never make it down here,” Chris said, as they finally stepped onto the floor of the convention center, heads held high as they watched a few passersby take in their costumes with a smile.
“Yeah, well, it was a valid concern, given that it’s -“ Zach checked his watch “Four o’clock.”
Chris giggled. “Oh shit. So, we probably missed, um…everything.”
Zach gave him a look that made his blood run hot and said in a low voice, “Worth it.”
Chris nodded, and it took everything he had to make himself look away and head out onto the floor.
They hadn’t missed everything, it turned out. The Voyager panel was still to come, and they had half an hour to peruse the vendors before they needed to get in line.
Chris was standing at one of the tables, immersed in a Star Trek comic book, when a shadow fell over him. He glanced up and jumped about a foot in the air as a menacing-looking Borg stared him down.
“Jesus Christ, warn a guy, will you!” Chris exclaimed, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. He gave the guy a once over. “Nice costume, dude. I’m impressed.”
Truth be told, he was also still a little intimidated. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Jim Kirk had never actually encountered the Borg, and wondered if it would look bad if he took a few steps back. Then the Borg broke into a wide grin and stuck out his hand, breaking the spell.
“Hey jtk1980!” he said cheerfully. “Didn’t recognize me, did ya?”
“Um. No?”
“It’s me, resistanceisfeudal! We met a few months ago in Chicago, remember?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Hi.”
“Your uniform rocks. You make it?”
“Yeah,” Chris said. He spotted Zach striding across the floor and waved frantically at him.
“Hey, Chris,” Zach said with a smile as he approached. He turned to check out Chris’s new friend. “Hey, um. Borg.”
His greeting was returned with another un-Borg-like smile. “Lieutenant Commander! Nice to see you again! Remember me? resistanceisfeudal?”
“Oh. Right. Cool costume.”
“Yeah, you too! Hey, so I’m having a party tonight in my room, and it would be awesome if you guys would come! There’s going to be booze and stuff. Don’t tell too many people though. I only want cool people there.”
“Oh, uh…yeah, well, we’re probably going to just stay in,” Chris started to say, before Zach interrupted.
“Actually, you know what? Maybe we will stop by,” he said, and Chris turned to him with an expression of disbelief.
“We will?”
“Yeah, you know, it might be fun…”
Chris stared at Zach, unable to wipe the skeptical look from his face until Zach grabbed his shoulder and gave him a little shake.
“So,” Zach said, turning back to the Borg, “you heading to the Voyager panel?”
“Hell , yeah. It’s babe-watchin’ time!”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Janeway’s a babe?”
“What? No, dude. Seven of Nine, hel-LO? What, don't tell me you guys wouldn't totally put her in your spank bank."
Chris was opening and closing his mouth as Zach said, “Yeah, she’s pretty hot.” Chris’s eyebrows climbed higher on his forehead.
“Oooh, I hope she’ll be wearing that jumpsuit….”
“Um, I don’t think they wear their costumes,” Chris said contemptuously, wondering when reality was going to step in and take away this babe-watching, partying mirror-Zach who was standing next to him. He was hit by the horrifying fear that maybe this was reality, a fear which increased tenfold as Zach tugged him by the arm toward the line.
“Zach!” he hissed. “What the fuck?”
“What?”
“You want to go to parties now?! You want to put Seven of Nine in your…spank bank?!” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, muttering, “I knew we shouldn’t have let Scotty beam us up during an ion storm.”
“Dork,” Zach said fondly. “And, I don’t want to to put her in my spank bank, okay? I’m just capable of appreciating the female form, that’s all.”
“Okay, and what about the party?”
“What about it?”
Chris stepped closer and spoke through gritted teeth. “I just thought we had…other plans…remember? There was something I was planning to do tonight…?”
“I know,” Zach said, putting his hand on Chris’s shoulder. He leaned in to whisper in Chris’s ear. “Just, I know you’re kinda nervous about it, so I thought, maybe you could have a drink or two before, to loosen up.”
Chris frowned. Zach was right, he was nervous, but… “I’ve never even drank before, Zach.”
“Yeah, I know. But, like, this way I’ll be there for your first time. And I can, like, help you out and stuff. Come on. I think it’ll be cool. But if you don’t want to, just tell me, and we won’t go, okay?”
Chris nodded. “Okay. I think…I think maybe I want to go.”
**
Chris was prepared this time, so he didn’t so much as flinch when the door to room 1245 opened to reveal a Borg clutching a red plastic cup and grinning.
“Dude, you guys came! Awesome!” He assumed a more serious expression. “Lieutenant Commander, Captain,” he added respectfully.
“Oh my god, it’s Zach and Chris!” said an enthusiastic female voice from across the room.
“Oh no, no way,” Chris said, shaking his head and turning around in the doorway. Zach grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could make his retreat into the hall.
“Hi guys!” Tasha said, stepping closer. “I was looking for you downstairs, where were you guys all day?! Did you guys see the Brent Spiner panel, I got my picture taken with him, he said he liked my shirt, did you guys see Wil Wheaton, he’s not even on the schedule but I heard he’s gonna be here, oh my god did Jeff tell you that he got interviewed by Denise Crosby-”
Chris’s eyes got wider as he listened to her talk. Didn’t she need to fucking breathe or something? “Jesus, how many Cokes have you had?” he asked just before Zach dragged him away.
“Be nice, Chris,” he said, barely containing his amusement.
“Zach.” Chris sounded pained.
“Yeah?”
“What’s up with girls?”
Zach laughed. “I don’t know, Chris. I’m not sure anyone does. Now, come on. Let’s find you a drink.”
“What do you want?” Zach asked, as they checked out the impromptu bar on the dresser.
“Um. What are you having?”
Zach surveyed the offerings. “I guess I’m going to have a cranberry and vodka.” He glanced at Chris. “But you probably shouldn’t start out with hard liquor.” He pulled open the door of the mini-fridge. “Oooh, here! This is perfect.”
He handed Chris a bottle of something red, and Chris examined it skeptically. “Bartles and Jaymes?”
“It’s a wine cooler. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
He watched closely as Chris unscrewed the cap, closed his eyes, and took a tentative sip. “Mmm!” said Chris, his eyes shooting open in surprise. “It’s good! It tastes like fruit punch!”
Zach grinned. “Cool. So just have a couple of those and you’ll feel totally awesome and, like…ready for anything.” He winked at Chris, who blushed the color of his Bartles and Jaymes as he took another sip.
**
“So, what do you think?”
Chris blinked a few times and shrugged. “It feels okay, I guess.”
“Do you want another one?”
“I don’t know if I should…I mean, I don’t want to get drunk.”
“Okay, well…do you want to feel…more like you feel now?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Awesome.” Zach got up to grab another wine cooler for Chris and pour another cranberry and vodka for himself. The room was dimly lit, and the few people scattered on chairs and the floor were focused on the TV as resistanceisfeudal (or Jeff, as they learned after refusing to call him Five of Eight) put another tape of Voyager in the VCR. Zach sat down on the bed next to Chris and took a sip of his drink. “Ugh,” he said, shuddering. “I think I made this one a little strong.” Chris took a swallow of his - pina colada flavored this time - and scooted a little closer to Zach.
Ten minutes later, he was trying to scoot away, as Zach was practically climbing into his lap to whisper inappropriate things about Tom Paris in his ear.
“Zach, quit it,” Chris muttered, sliding toward the edge of the bed and glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Maybe we should go back to the room?”
“Fuck yeah,” Zach said, stumbling as he followed Chris off the bed. He swayed a little as he stood, and Chris gripped his arm to hold him steady. A few people glanced over and Zach giggled. “I gotta go, you guys,” he slurred, “’cause I gotta get a blmmmmffff.” Chris had slapped a hand over his mouth - he was pretty sure he knew what Zach had been planning to say.
Chris felt a little dizzy himself - was this what being drunk felt like? Or was this just tipsy? Or maybe he was buzzed. He shook his head a little and smiled reassuringly at the others.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go, too…to make sure he gets back okay,” he told them, and he gave Zach a little tug toward the door.
They stepped out into the hallway, and Jeff chuckled, turning to Tasha as the door closed. “They always do that.”
**
It was all Chris could do to keep Zach’s hands off of him as they made their way down the hall and into the elevator, and after that he pretty much stopped caring. Zach pressed him up against the wall inside the elevator, kissing him sloppily, whispering, “So fucking horny, Chris, god, I can’t wait to get back to the room,” and grinding his erection into Chris’s leg as if to prove it. Chris fumbled at the lock on their door, distracted by Zach’s hands around his waist, pawing at his fly, and it took five tries before the green light lit up and the door swung open.
They pulled their costumes off as they stumbled toward the bed, and Chris pushed Zach down on his back to straddle him, kissing him on the mouth until Zach made an impatient sound and gave his shoulders a shove. Then he scrambled down, kissing Zach on his chest and stomach, and before he even realized it, his mouth was inches from Zach’s cock. He licked his lips, rocking on his hands and knees as he steeled himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t pictured this, thought about it a hundred times, the way he’d lick all over Zach’s dick like it was a popsicle (he’d been eating a lot of popsicles, lately) and the way he’d take it into his mouth and suck him hard, all slick with no teeth or anything. But this was different than he’d imagined, it looked huge and weird and there was this musky smell, and Zach was writhing around making breathy pleading noises, and his own cock was throbbing in his boxers.
Then Zach said “Chris, come on,” so he closed his eyes and went for it, licking quickly up Zach’s shaft and back down it, then along the side and, yeah, okay, that wasn’t too bad. He’d been worried about the taste, had tried to see what it was like, licking the palm of his hand after touching himself, but that had just tasted like hand, so he still hadn’t really known what to expect. And it was a little salty, but mostly just tasted like skin, and he licked up across the head and Zach exhaled sharply, saying “Jesus, fuck yes” so Chris kept going, tonguing him a little harder and wetter across the tip to the sound of Zach’s moans, a soft “uh-uh-uh” falling from his lips. Finally, Chris opened his mouth and let the head slide between his lips, sucked cautiously, and freaked out as he felt his teeth graze skin. Shit! This was way harder than he’d thought it would be, so he backed off, licked his lips, and tried again.
Better this time, weird still, but he knew how awesome it felt when Zach did it, so he opened his mouth a little wider, let Zach’s cock slide over his tongue and into the back of his mouth, almost to his throat. He gave an experimental suck, listening for Zach’s reaction, and…nothing. Zach had gone completely still beneath him, he realized, no longer twitching and moaning, and crap, he was probably sucking at this, and not in the good way. He slid his mouth slowly off Zach’s cock and looked up the bed, expecting to see him looking pissed or bored or…or completely passed out, with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Chris muttered, scrambling up the bed. He gripped Zach’s chin and gave him a little shake. “Hey! Hey, Zach! Wake up, fuckface!” Zach’s breath hitched and he swallowed sleepily and rolled over onto his side. “Dammit!” Chris shook his head - this would happen. Fucking Zach and his fucking cranberry vodkas, what the fuck! See if Chris ever tried this on him again. He rolled over onto his back and cursed some more at the ceiling, groaning in frustration as he reached down to shove his own boxers to his knees. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let Zach prevent him from getting off, so he wrapped a fist around his dick and gave a few hard strokes as he closed his eyes.
**
Chris came awake suddenly, disoriented in the dark as he felt the mattress dip and heard the sound of hurried footsteps across the carpet. A thin beam of light streamed from the bathroom before the door closed, and he heard the unmistakable sound of retching. He winced a little and shifted, and suddenly realized how glad he was that Zach had had to rush to the bathroom, because his boxers were still down around his knees and his fist was wrapped loosely around his limp cock. Fuck, that could have been embarrassing. He hastily pulled up his shorts and burrowed down into the covers, listening to the sounds of the toilet flushing, followed by water running in the sink, and then the shower. He’d almost fallen asleep again by the time the bathroom door opened, and he squinted against the light before Zach turned it off and padded slowly back to the bed.
Zach caught sight of Chris’s eyes, slit open and watching him, and he slid under the covers to wrap his arms around Chris’s shoulders.
“Hi,” he whispered, his words warm against Chris’s skin. His body was still damp, naked except for his boxers, and Chris threaded his fingers gently in Zach’s wet hair.
“You okay?”
“Sure,” Zach said, nodding, pressing forward to brush his mouth against Chris’s, parting his lips a little as he nuzzled their noses together.
“Zach?” Chris said, pulling back a little as Zach tried to kiss him again. “Didn’t you just barf?”
“I brushed my teeth!” Zach defended, kissing him again, and this time Chris let him, opening his mouth enough for Zach to slide the tip of his tongue in, and then Chris was kissing back, licking at his tongue and tasting mint and nothing else, thank god. Still, he pulled back again, scowled at Zach in the darkness.
“I’m kinda mad at you.”
“I know,” Zach said, closing his eyes and squeezing his arms around Chris, wrapping a long leg behind his knees and murmuring into his shoulder. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”
“You got really drunk.”
“I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you to, you know. What we talked about. Fuck, I’m sorry, Chris, I fucked it up. I’m sorry.”
“I just wanted to be with you, you know? I just want to do stuff with you.”
“I know, I know, Chris, believe me, I know. I’m sorry.” He looked into Chris’s eyes, touched a finger gently to his lips. “Just tell me what you want, okay, anything. Let me make it up to you. Please?”
Chris’s eyes were wide and vulnerable as he took Zach’s hand and pulled it behind his head and leaned in so that his lips brushed against Zach’s. “Just, don’t pass out again, okay?” he whispered.
“I won’t, I swear.”
Chris kissed him on the mouth, pushed gently against his shoulder until he was on his back, then moved quickly down the bed to prop himself between Zach’s legs. He felt a hot flush through his body, and his arms were shaking with anticipation as he dropped onto his elbows and buried his face in the front of Zach’s boxer-briefs, sliding his cheek against the length of Zach’s cock. With trembling hands, he tugged at Zach’s waistband, sliding it over his ass until his cock sprang free. Zach almost kicked him in the face trying to pull his underwear the rest of the way off.
Chris hovered above Zach’s cock, licking his lips, and Zach could feel the tremor in his warm breath.
“Chris, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he said, meaning it, but Chris only dug his fingers into Zach’s thigh.
“Shut. Up.” He took a deep breath and leaned down to run the flat of his tongue up Zach’s shaft. He slid the tip into his mouth and sucked, then sank down farther, sliding his lips along the length, concentrating so hard that he barely felt Zach’s fist gripping his hair and only dimly registered the groans of pleasure coming from above. He could feel drool dripping down his cheek, and he swallowed instinctively, and Zach’s moans were coming out more like squeaks now as he panted “shit, Chris, gonna…fuck, I’m gonna…” Chris felt Zach stiffen underneath him, muscles clenching beneath his fingers, and he pulled his mouth off just before Zach came, spurting ropes of liquid across his bare stomach.
Zach had an arm over his eyes and he was shaking, breathing so hard that it looked for a second like he might be hyperventilating or something, but Chris was way too horny to worry about that. Instead he scrambled up to straddle Zach’s hips, and suddenly all he could think about was how good it would feel to slide his cock against Zach’s come-slick stomach, he didn’t even care how gross that was. He leaned down to kiss at Zach’s neck, moaning as he felt the slickness of cooling jizz against his dick and he moved his hips, gave a little thrust and fuck, that felt good. Zach looked down at what Chris was doing, his eyes going wide, and he sucked in his stomach and arched up to meet Chris’s motions.
Chris reached down to grab his own cock, his knuckles pressing against Zach’s abs as he pumped into his fist, cringing a little at the obscene slurping sound it made, but too far gone to care. Zach was panting his encouragement, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better view. When he looked up at Chris from under lowered lashes, Chris squeezed his fingers a little tighter, fucked into his fist a little faster, and came across Zach’s chest with an embarrassingly loud yell.
Afterwards, he rolled onto his side, panting hard, rubbing a hand idly across his chest. He felt the damp trail from his fingers and curled his lip.
“Ugh,” he said, levering himself up from the mattress. “I’m taking a shower.”
“You’re taking a shower?” Zach asked in disbelief, following him out of the bed. “I’m the one covered in jizz!”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come with!”
They kissed for a long time in the steaming shower, holding each other close after they’d cleaned off. In between kisses, Chris asked Zach shyly how it had been.
“Chris, I…it was fucking amazing. I can’t even tell you.”
“Best blowjob of your life?”
Zach laughed softly. “Only blowjob of my life. But yeah. Fuck, Chris, I’m so glad it was you. God, I …I…”
“Sorry if that thing was weird,” Chris said, interrupting. “That I did, after. I don’t really know…”
“Chris, shut up. Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
Chris felt very confident replying with a resounding “No,” and Zach proceeded to show him in great detail with his lips and tongue.
**
They slept late, no surprise. Zach woke up first and watched Chris for a while, until he snuffled and shifted under the covers. Zach smiled when he actually brought his fists up to rub at his eyes before blinking them blearily at Zach.
"Hi," he said, his voice soft with sleep.
"Hey," Zach said softly in return.
"Were you watching me sleep?"
Zach blushed, caught. He shrugged. "I don't get to see you enough."
"Here," Chris said, throwing the covers off and climbing out of the bed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a disposable camera. "Take a picture of me," he said, handing it to Zach. "I'll get doubles."
Zach looked at the camera and frowned. "Don't you want to take pictures at the con?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I need to take some hot pictures of Seven of Nine to spank to later,” he joked. “I'll save some. Come on."
"Okay." Zach scooted over next to Chris, threw an arm around his shoulders, and reached out to snap a picture of the two of them. "I hope it's good," he said, handing the camera back.
"Me, too."
**
They split up in the afternoon, when the Vulcan language class clashed with a costume workshop that Chris wanted to check out. One of the actual costume designers from Deep Space 9 was there, which kept Chris just interested enough to keep from missing Zach the entire time. Still, when they were done, he pretty much speed-walked through the convention center to get back to him. They were supposed to meet outside Conference Room 6, and Chris hoped he wouldn’t have too hard a time finding him. He needn’t have worried though, because a group of costumed Vulcans was spilling out into the hall, and he could hear Zach’s voice over the crowd.
“Oh my god, are you stupid or something?!” Zach was yelling. “Haven’t you even listened to Mark Gardner’s cassette tapes? No? Okay, well he only invented the language, so why don’t you try actually learning something before you start telling me that I can’t fucking pronounce something as simple as ‘asal-yem’!”
Zach turned on his heel, and Chris tried to shift his expression from stunned to apologetic as he stormed past. Chris turned to follow him without a word, jogging a little to keep up as Zach pushed his way out into an empty courtyard and stopped to take a few deep breaths. Finally Zach caught his eye. “What?” he said, still seething with anger.
“Um. Nothing. Just, you got really mad back there. I, uh…I didn’t know you could get so worked up.”
Zach ran a hand through his hair. “I know, just…some people are so fucking stupid!”
“Yeah, they are,” Chris said, nodding as he stepped closer to run a hand down Zach’s arm. Zach turned toward him and let himself be pulled into a loose embrace. “I think you need a hug.” Zach smiled despite himself and pulled Chris a little closer. Chris turned to let his lips brush against Zach’s cheek. “And a kiss,” he whispered with a smile. Zach nodded, and Chris kissed him again, then their lips met and Zach tilted his head as their tongues slid together.
They hadn’t heard the door to the courtyard open, but they did hear the startled gasp, and they pulled apart quickly as a voice said “Oh my god!”
Chris whipped around to find Tasha staring at them with her eyes wide and her hand clamped over her mouth.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he yelled, his eyes going stormy, and Zach flinched a little. “Are you following us around or something?!”
Tasha shook her head helplessly and lowered her hand. “Are you guys, like, boyfriends?”
“What is WRONG with you?!” Chris cried in strangled frustration. “At least I have a boyfriend! Now get the hell out of here and leave us alone!” He was quivering in anger, his fists clenched at his sides, and his face was turning beet red. Tasha looked like she was about to cry as she turned to yank the door open and get away.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Chris slumped onto a bench and put his face in his hands.
Zach sat down cautiously beside him. “Wow.”
He reached out to run a hand gently over Chris’s back, and he could feel the deep breaths Chris was taking as he struggled to regain his composure. When he finally spoke, he sounded absolutely miserable. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Zach said, trying not to let Chris hear his smile. “You’re kinda hot when you go totally postal like that. Scary…but hot.”
“I shouldn’t have been so mean to her.”
Zach shrugged. “Whatever.”
“I should go apologize.”
“What? Why?” Zach asked.
“Did you see the look on her face? I feel really terrible.” He stood up, offered Zach a hand. “Come on, let’s go find her. Do you mind?”
Zach didn’t understand why Chris wanted to go apologize to some girl just because her feelings might be hurt, but whatever. Anything Chris wanted to do was fine by him.
They spotted Tasha in the Dealer’s Room, at a display table of Gil Hibben daggers. She was holding one in her hands, looking at it with her jaw set and a spark of anger in her eyes as Chris approached.
“Chris!” Zach hissed, pulling him back by his jacket.
“What?”
“Maybe you want to wait until she puts down the knife?”
“Whatever, it’s fine,” Chris said, shrugging him off and approaching warily. “Um, hey Tasha.”
She glanced at him. “Oh. Hey.”
“Look, um…” Chris rubbed at the back of his neck, a gesture that Zach felt like he already knew so well. “I’m sorry, okay? About before. I was…kind of a jerk.”
“Yeah, you were,” Tasha shot back at him. “Captain Jerk.”
The corner of Chris’s mouth twitched up and Tasha smiled. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, me too. I swear, I wasn’t following you, and I really didn’t mean to walk in on you guys like that.”
Chris felt his face go hot. “Yeah.”
“I think it’s cool that you guys are…you know. That you, like, found each other and stuff.”
“Yeah. It’s cool. And I’m sorry I said that thing about not having a boyfriend or whatever. I didn’t mean it. You’re really nice and everything. Even though you can be really, really annoying sometimes.”
“Uh. Thanks? I guess.”
Chris nodded seriously, trying to think if there was anything else he should say. He couldn’t think of anything. “Okay, bye.” He turned to leave.
“Hey, JTK.”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.
“I’ll see you online and stuff, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Cool. Bye!”
Chris could feel Zach watching him as they walked back across the convention center. “What?”
Zach smiled. “Nothing. Just. That was really nice.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“I mean, I would never have done that.”
Chris grinned. “Yeah. Well, you’re a jerk.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“Why don’t you shut me up?” Zach said, dropping his voice.
Chris blushed again and shook his head. “Captain’s panel,” he reminded Zach.
Zach bit his lip. “Yeah, I know, but I just really want to make out with you again. Like, now.”
“What are you, like going through Pon Farr right now or something?” Chris joked.
Zach pulled him close and growled in his ear. “Maybe I am. And maybe you’re the only one who can save me from this blood fever, Captain. What are you going to do about it?”
Chris glanced at his watch, back up at Zach, and then over to the elevators. “We’ve got fifteen minutes,” he said, and they took off at a run.
**
They missed the Captain’s panel, but Chris really couldn’t bring himself to care.
**
They ordered room service and ate it sprawled on the bed, boneless and sated and a little bit chafed. Zach suggested putting on First Contact, but instead Chris made him get out his photo album, and they looked through it together as Zach recounted his previous convention experiences in what Chris fondly termed an “enormous geekitude of detail.” The story of how Zach’s brother had tried to hit on Marina Sirtis was hilarious, but when Zach launched into a long-winded detailing of the inaccuracies of the Enterprise NC-1701-A model at the Pittsburgh convention in 1993, Chris gently set the binder on the floor and rolled him over for a long, enthusiastic kiss.
And even though he’d seriously lost count of how many times they’d gotten off together in the past 48 hours, he couldn’t complain when Zach slid a spit-slicked palm between them, taking both of their dicks in his hand and stroking them slowly. He teased at the head of Chris’s cock with his thumb, and Chris’s breath hitched as he clung tightly to Zach’s shoulders, burying his face in Zach’s neck and trying to remember, even as it was still happening. The pleasure built slowly, giving Chris plenty of time to take in the details, Zach’s broad palm sliding over his shaft, the feel of Zach’s dick, hard and hot against his, the way he moaned a little when Chris bit lightly at his earlobe. He wanted it to last forever, but it felt too good, and too soon he was grunting and his toes were curling and he was forgetting to breathe as his orgasm overtook him, his last reserves of come dribbling weakly over Zach’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he said against Zach’s chest, and he felt Zach’s fingertips trailing down his side and across his hip.
“You know what we gotta do next time, right?” Zach whispered in his ear.
Chris somehow summoned enough energy to say, “Don’t even think about it, Zach. You’re not going anywhere near my butt.”
Zach chuckled. “Will you go near mine?”
“Hell, no.”
“Mm-hmm. We’ll see.” He nuzzled against Chris’s nose and cheek. “When are you gonna come visit me anyway, huh?” he asked, teasing.
“Um, when my mom goes into a coma?”
Zach couldn’t help laughing. “That’s terrible.”
“Well, it sure as hell isn’t happening any other way!”
“Your mom probably knows you’re gay, Chris.”
“The fact that I’m alive would show otherwise,” Chris said dryly.
“She bought you a sewing machine.”
“That was because I made her an awesome pillow in Home Ec.”
Zach propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Chris with an eyebrow raised. “Exactly.”
“Hey, Zach?”
“Yeah?”
“Could we not spend our last night together talking about my mom?”
“Don’t say that,” Zach said, squeezing a hand on his thigh.
“Say what?”
“That it’s our last night together. God, I don’t want to think about it.”
“Okay.”
They lay in silence for a long moment, lost in their own thoughts. “Hey, Zach.”
“Yeah?”
“What was that word today, the Vulcan word you got so upset about?”
“Oh. Um. Asal-yem,” Zach told him, his pronunciation perfect.
“What does it mean?”
Zach shook his head, blushing. “It means…breakfast.”
Chris laughed. “You know how to say ‘breakfast’ in Vulcan?”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Everyone does! Food words are, like, the first thing you learn! I don’t know why that dude was insisting that his pronunciation was right, when it was so obviously wrong!” Zach was getting himself worked up again, up on an elbow now and glaring into the dimming light. He looked down at Chris. “I know you think I’m a total geek.”
Chris shook his head and his blue eyes shone with his smile. “Maybe that guy was using the Old Vulcan pronunciation, which still lingers in the outer regions of Vulcan, across the planet from Shi’Kahr.”
Zach grinned at him. “Nerd.” He lay back on the pillow and reached for Chris’s hand. “Okay, your turn.”
“Turn for what?”
“To tell me why you got so mad today. When Tasha saw us. You really flipped out.”
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I didn’t like being interrupted. We already have so little time together, and-“ he swallowed, “I’m gonna miss you so fuckin’ much.”
“Yeah,” Zach whispered, leaning forward to meet Chris’s lips. Chris opened his mouth to slide his tongue across Zach’s lips, and Zach pulled back a little. “Um. I really don’t think I can do anything…again. If you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, me neither. But maybe we can just kiss a little more?”
“I am amenable to your suggestion.”
**
“If you could be any species, what would you be?” Chris asked, later. They were both struggling to keep their eyes open, not wanting to waste a single second of their remaining time together on something as lame as sleep.
Zach gnawed on his lip for a second. “Shapeshifter.”
Chris frowned. “Really?”
“Yep. “
“Why?”
“So I could become a bird or something and fly to California to visit you.”
“Dork.”
“What about you?”
“Ummm…shapeshifter.”
“That’s unoriginal.”
“Ask me why.”
“Why?”
“So I could suck my own dick.”
Zach laughed and faked a punch at Chris’s stomach. “Fucker.”
Chris laughed underneath him. “Jealous you didn’t think of it first?”
“Okay, yeah,” Zach admitted, brushing a kiss against his forehead.
Chris brought a hand up to Zach’s face, ran his fingertips along his cheek and tilted his face up to press a kiss to his lips. He let his eyes close, focused on the pleasant thrill of Zach’s closeness that still tingled in his belly. “I’m so glad we found each other,” he mumbled against Zach’s mouth, and he felt lips curl into a smile against his.
“Me too,” Zach whispered, kissing him again, and again. When he pulled back, he pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes, too, as he held back the emotions that threatened to spill from them. “Let’s find each other again soon, okay?”
“Okay.”
**
AOL Instant Messenger
Private message from LtCmdrZach
LtCmdrZach: hey you
jtk1980: hi :-)
LtCmdrZach: miss me?
jtk1980: understatement
LtCmdrZach: yeah
LtCmdrZach: you get home okay?
jtk1980: yeah
jtk1980: you?
jtk1980: hello?
LtCmdrZach: sorry. i was thinking about whether to tell you something
jtk1980: tell me what?
LtCmdrZach: its embarrassing
jtk1980: what?
LtCmdrZach: i cried a little on the plane
LtCmdrZach: more like teared up actually
LtCmdrZach: god i can’t believe i just told you that
jtk1980: me too
LtCmdrZach: shut up
jtk1980: I did, I swear
jtk1980: the lady next to me gave me a tissue
jtk1980: and she asked why I was crying
LtCmdrZach: what did you say?
jtk1980: I said it was because it would be months before I get another bj
LtCmdrZach: lol
LtCmdrZach: u did not liar
jtk1980: no
jtk1980: I just told her I was homesick
jtk1980: would have been funny tho right?
LtCmdrZach: yeah your a laugh riot
jtk1980: :-)
LtCmdrZach: hey chris
jtk1980: yeah?
jtk1980: ?
LtCmdrZach: u love me?
LtCmdrZach: ?
jtk1980: yeah
LtCmdrZach: you do?
jtk1980: yep
LtCmdrZach: :-)
LtCmdrZach: smiling so hard right now
jtk1980: me too
jtk1980: u love me?
LtCmdrZach: duh
jtk1980: :-)
LtCmdrZach: :-)
jtk1980: :-D
LtCmdrZach: dork
LtCmdrZach: so…
LtCmdrZach: what are u wearing? ;-)
(Series continues... Trekkies in Love 3: All Our Yesterdays)