Whatever It Takes, Part 11 and end

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
Wordcount: 1929
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen. No matter how much I wish it would.
Warnings: rimming (my favorite warning ever)

Zach barely heard the doorbell ring through the closed door of his yoga room. When he saw Chris his jaw dropped. Chi Dynasty had made another killing that evening.

“So you going to let me in or am I going to drop it all and make a huge mess on your porch?” Chris asked, the barest hint of a smile on his face.

Zach hastily reached out to help him, chuckling as they set the boxes out on the table. “Now we’ve managed to send the Chi Dynasty owner’s kids to medical school.”

“Nah. If their food was better than mediocre, you could say that but they’re fairly cheap. I just paid for a daughter’s wedding.”

Zach laughed, but the sound carried with it a question. What was Chris doing here? He honestly thought he wouldn’t see Chris again until filming for the Trek sequel, and not at all after that. He’d resigned himself to it, and in the last several weeks, had been trying to make peace with it. He’d been failing miserably, but trying nevertheless.

Chris simply sat himself down at the table as if he belonged there and started pilfering through the food, settling on cashew chicken. When Zach made no move to join him, he asked, “You going to make me try to eat it all by myself?” Zach, just dazed enough to need the reminder to sit down, simply shook his head and joined him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, Zach, that’s a good question. I don’t honestly know. I want to just ignore that you exist for the rest of my life, but apparently I’d end up on 50 hit lists, so I guess you could call it self-preservation.” Chris eyed his chop sticks, experimentally clicking them together. “I never was very good at these things,” he mumbled, not quite meaning the strange utensils.

Knowing Chris as well as he did, Zach didn’t say anything, expecting his silence to spur Chris on. He was never one to sit in a quiet room for very long, and this was no exception.

“According to Will, you balance me out, and without you, I was miserable to be around. From the few things I’ve overheard from coworkers, he was right. It’s another thing I can blame on you and what a dick you are for ruining everything. Apparently, again according to Will, I can’t live without you. Also, he couldn’t stick around to watch it happen. He left me.”

Zach just stared, another beat of silence stretching long between them, though a bubble of hope burst in his chest, splattering his insides and spreading. He suddenly liked Will very much.

Chris pointed a chopstick at him. “You infuriate me, Zach. I hate how you go after everything you want, even the things you can’t have, without ever considering if you should. It’s a good trait in our line of work, but with people? You can’t play with people’s emotions like that. Even now, I’m not sure how sincere your email was or if you’re just telling me what I want to hear. I want to believe it, but man, Zach. Pretty words are just that unless you really change the behavior that sparked them. Of course, I’ll never know if you’re really changed if I go through life in a no-Zach-zone. So, here I am.”

Stunned, chagrinned, and suddenly no longer hungry, Zach pushed his food away, looking down at his hands. “I meant every word of that email. Except the line ‘I could have loved you, Chris.’” He still didn’t look up, so he missed the pained, steely look on Chris’s face, the clench of his jaw. Zach’s voice, cracked with feeling, continued on. “’Could have’ should have been ‘do’. I do love you. Whether you’re in a no-Zach-zone or not. But I’m glad you’re here.”

Zach risked a peek at Chris’s stilled face, searching eyes, the relaxing of his shoulders. Zoe had it wrong when she’d compared Zach to a tornado. Chris was the tornado, having plowed through Zach with such force the result was total destruction except his foundation. The last few weeks had seen Zach beginning to rebuild, and regardless of Chris’s presence or absence in his life, Zach was trying to construct himself into something better, something he could be proud of whether Chris ever saw it or not.

But the look on Chris’s face said he saw it. He carefully slid his chair back, stood, grabbed Zach’s hand and pulled him to his feet, staring into his face for a long moment before bringing their lips together.

Chris’s lips were frantic, his tongue pushing insistently into Zach’s mouth, his hands yanking at Zach’s shirt. Zach pulled back, stilling Chris’s hands, stopping him. Chris gave a confused look, wariness in his eyes. That stung, but Zach supposed he deserved it. Without a word, Zach laid a hand to Chris’s cheek, gently stroking the curve of his lip. “Go slow,” he whispered. He wanted their first time to mean something more than just giving in, more than a mad dash at each other and a clashing of bodies. Pulling Chris by his hand, Zach led him to his bedroom, kicked Harold off his bed and shut the door behind the retreating cat.

When he kissed Chris, it was slow and sensual, his hands exploring instead of groping, learning curves he’d yearned for so much in the last few weeks. Their tongues met in a slow dance, and music rang out in Zach’s head. The removal of their clothes was like foreplay in itself, a show for each other, each drinking in the sight. Skin to skin, Zach pushed Chris onto the bed, his lips marking the shivers he could feel through Chris’s skin as he descended, tonguing an erect nipple, taking in that purely Chris smell.

“Zach, I-“ Chris began, but Zach shushed him with a finger to his lips, which Chris immediately sucked into his mouth, his hands on Zach’s shoulders as he made his way lower, nose nuzzling the treasure trail of hair from Chris’s belly button down to his throbbing, waiting cock. Regardless of how much he wanted to savor this, Zach was filling with need, and so without much teasing, he took Chris’s cock into his mouth and sucked him all the way down.

Chris gasped and arched his back, fingers clenched in the sheets. “Oh god…” Zach worked him, pumping his cock with his hand in time with the movements of his mouth, and he tasted pre-come immediately. Laving his tongue down the shaft, Zach worked first one, then the other of Chris’s testicles into his mouth, still not quite able to believe he was here, with Chris, in this position. Placing a tender kiss to Chris’s perineum, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Chris’s hips, angling them up for improved access, where he flicked his tongue out and circled it around Chris’s tight pucker. It wrought another series of gasps from Chris, and Zach teased with just the tip of his tongue, licking at the wrinkled flesh gently, holding Chris’s hips still when he pushed at Zach seeking more. When Chris was mewling with need, Zach shoved his tongue inside, wrangling another, “Oh my god,” from Chris’s constricted throat. The addition of spit slicked fingers in conjunction with his tongue had Chris writhing helplessly. “Zach, I can’t… Please. I need you.”

Zach looked into Chris’s dazed face, the beauty he saw there slamming into him, freight training his heart, body, and soul into complete submission. Chris wanted him. Wanted him even after what he’d done. That he was being forgiven made him want to earn it that much more. Crawling up to cover Chris’s body with his own, he laid small kisses along Chris’s jaw and throat. “You sure?” he asked. He wanted nothing about this to come into question later. Chris nodded, pulling at Zach, kissing him deeply before letting up so Zach could reach for the lube.

Fingers slicked, Zach stared into Chris’s face as he ringed his fingertip around Chris’s asshole. Chris hooked his hands behind his knees and hiked his legs back. The openness with which he was giving himself to Zach suddenly had him impatient. He controlled it long enough to stretch Chris to comfort, but his erection would be ignored no longer. He slid on a condom and lubed up, lining himself up and slowly breaching Chris. The ferocity of Chris’s gaze as he took it, the need plainly written on his skin and in his breathing, the intense tightness Zach experienced as Chris clenched around him had Zach close way too soon, and so once fully seated, he didn’t move. Braced as he was over Chris, his arms were shaking. Chris raised his head to kiss along each forearm, caress his hands up over Zach’s biceps, and the look on his face was one of reverence. Again, Zach was moved by how much he loved Chris, and how it was even possible he hadn’t seen it before. Shifting slightly, he leaned up some to free his hands, finding Chris’s and threading their fingers together. Lowering himself to his elbows, pinning Chris’s hands above his head, he kissed Chris as he began to move, slow at first, long strokes. He denied giving in to the urge to go faster, and the unhurried pace made the friction burn hotter. A slight angle change and Chris damn near raised Zach totally off the bed with his reactionary hip jut.

“Fuck me, Zach. Fuck me to pieces.” The words, the growl behind them, that it came from Chris’s mouth made Zach helpless to disobey. He pounded into Chris, almost through him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room in time with his huffing breath. He let go of one of Chris’s hands and wrapped his fingers around Chris’s dick, stroking with intent. Chris dug the fingers of his free hand into Zach’s hair, and as Zach’s cock grazed his prostate in regular rhythm, his fingers tightened. It was just enough to keep Zach from tipping over the edge until Chris did, his skin flushed beautifully as he arched into Zach, a howl escaping his throat as his dick pulsed in Zach’s hand, spilling over his fingers and splattering Zach’s belly. Pistoning his hips faster, his shoulders going from curled around Chris to fanning out peacock style as his body opened, Zach’s orgasm shot from him in a thunderclap of pleasure, bowling him over into collapsing atop Chris, who breathed in his ear soft words, his hands caressing Zach’s back, tracing through the sweat.

A few moments of twitching muscles, and Zach pulled out with a hiss to the sensitivity of his cock against the slide of the condom as he pulled it off and walked it to the trash, coming from the bathroom with a towel to clean himself and Chris up. He lowered his body next to Chris then, head in hand propped up on his elbow, Chris looking at him through new eyes.

“So you forgive me?” Zach’s whispered voice trembled.

“I forgive you enough to see what happens now. But you’re not off the hook, Quinto.” Chris rose from his back to his side, his hand trailing up Zach’s hip to his ribs. He leaned in to pepper kisses around Zach’s mouth. “It’s going to take a lot more attempts on your part to convince me.” The lascivious gleam in Chris’s eye told Zach exactly what he meant by attempts.

“Whatever it takes, Chris.”

~ by A on April 24, 2011.