Whatever It Takes, Part 6

Pairing: Zach/Chris, Chris/OMC
Summary: From the based on this prompt on the Kink Meme: I hope someone finds this interesting enough to right [sic] it. So, I have read a couple of stories recently where Chris doesn’t realize that he loves Zach until it’s too late and Zach is with someone else. I want a story that is the reverse. Chris had for a while wanted Zach, but Zach was too oblivious, so Chris gave up and found another guy. so basically Zach has to work for it. Zach has to prove to Chris that he is the better guy. Jealous Zach is a fun read. and I like happy ending, but Zach has to work for it, and Chris just doesn’t leave the other guy just cause Zach says so. So lots and lots of drama. please please someone write it.
Rating: NC-17 (This part PG-13)
Wordcount: 952
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen. No matter how much I wish it would.
Warnings: None
A/N: I have no clue how long this will be, but it feels like it’ll end up being epic. I’m keeping a perspective on it to keep it moving.

That was the third eyeroll Chris barely suppressed, trying to appear interested in those taking their turns at the mic. Zach’s words echoed in his head. What kind of friend? He pushed the words away, refocusing on those of the poets, but as painful as the thought behind Zach’s words were, they were nowhere near as painful as the words of Will’s friend, Sam. It was as if he thought he could derive greater depth of meaning from four or more syllable words. No matter the number of pretty sounds, if they weren’t strung together right, it was just so much Scrabble vomit. Chris found himself wishing he’d stayed home and challenged Zach to a boxing match on the Wii, digging into Chinese food leftovers after his fifth beer.

Will leaned over, face serious. “What do you think?” he whispered in Chris’s ear, his hand squeezing Chris’s under the table. Chris blanched. They were in public, man, and he’d said to Will more than once that as much as he might be into him, they could not display it publicly. Ever. Chris squeezed back and pulled his hand away at the first moment he could without hurting Will’s feelings.

“He’s interesting, for sure,” Chris infused his voice with as much positivity as he could muster, doing something he never thought he’d have to do with Will in the four months they’d been dating: role out. He didn’t want to be a dick, but god, Sam’s poetry was good in the same way an hourly-rate motel room with heavy call-girl clientele advertised as clean. If Chris didn’t put on his acting ability like a cloak, he’d have been unable to look Will in the eye to answer him.

“Pretty good, huh?” Will smiled, sitting back against the booth and sipping his coffee.

Oh, gag, Chris thought. It wasn’t lost on him how Sam sought out Will’s gaze throughout his reading, either. He smoldered at Will. There was no other word for it.

Some of the other readers weren’t bad. Chris could appreciate those with nerves who took time to settle, and those who just genuinely enjoyed sharing what they’d written, even if most of it was mediocre. Chris sincerely hoped Will’s opinion of Sam’s reading was just him being nice, or they’d have some serious talking to do. It hurt Chris’s English degreed sensibilities just to listen to the last stanza.

After a respectable amount of time talking to Sam when it was over, they walked to Chris’s car. Mostly quiet on the way back to Will’s place, Chris fiddled with the radio a little, finally turning it off when the commercials grated on his nerves enough. Why am I so on edge? he wondered, but he knew why. Doubt.

“So how’d you and Sam meet?” His tone was light, curious, or so he told himself as he shoved away his insecurities, keeping his eyes on the road so he thankfully didn’t have to watch Will’s face assessing him. Damn Zach for making him question Will. Even if there was a history with Sam, Will was with him now. At their age, it was impossible to meet and date someone with zero past exploits.

“He interned at my company when he was in college, and then worked there for two years after he graduated.” Will was an engineer at a software company and he had a long and deep vein of inner geek that Chris mostly found endearing, but that night, it just bugged. Chris was about to let it go when Will continued. “After he left for bigger and better things, we kept in touch. We were on the same sand volleyball team for the dive bar near work so we saw each other once a week for a long time afterwards.” Chris could tell Will was edgy. When he felt nervous, he talked faster and faster. “So we’d hang out after matches, drinking, and we wentoutacoupletimes,” Will finished.

“I see,” Chris said, trying to stamp down the jealousy. Double damn Zach for that. Chris wasn’t the jealous type, but the way Sam’s eyes had bored into Will’s from across the room swam in through Chris’s internal silver screen, and he actually did roll his eyes that time.

“It was a long time ago, and I quit that volleyball league awhile ago. Only see Sam once in awhile now.” Will reached over and put a hand on Chris’s thigh, rubbing his fingers over the seam on the side of his jeans.

“It’s good that you kept up the friendship,” Chris said lamely, pulling into Will’s driveway. For the first time since they’d been seeing each other, Chris felt like giving Will a kiss goodnight and heading home, sleeping in his own bed, and waking up without anyone to impress.

No. I don’t care that he’s still friends with an old boyfriend. Except he did care. Sam clearly still had feelings for Will, and no matter how platonic Will may have considered it, Sam was horning in on Chris’s territory. Jesus, Pine. You don’t own him, for chrissakes.

Chris followed Will up the steps and allowed himself to be pulled inside. His reluctance pissed him off, and so he retaliated against it, pushing Will against the wall beside the door with more force than he intended to, covering his mouth with his own. He was pissed at Sam for being so obviously gaga over Will; he was irritated with Will for not knowing the difference between talent and garbage, between poetry and pig slop; most of all, he was pissed at Zach for putting him so easily on the defensive… and he took it all out on Will. Bewildered, charismatic, aim-to-please Will.

~ by A on April 14, 2011.

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