Zachary Levi, Zach Quinto, Chris Pine, with (NPCs) Yvonne Strahovski and Ryan McPartlin. Absinthe.
[May 2, 2008. Crossposted to chris_pine]

There is rather a lot of knocking on the door. Chris peers over the edge of The Big Over Easy and looks at Zach. "Who in the world could that be?" he asks.

"It depends... what time is it?" Zach says, not bothering to look up from I Want to Go Home! Maybe they'll go away.

The knocking continues. Chris glances at his watch. "It's ten-thirty." He gets up. "I'll just go look through the peephole." He sticks his finger in his book to mark his place, then a moment later, he calls out, "Uh... Zach?"

"Uh huh?" This time, Zach does look up.

"It's Zachary. He's being supported by a tall blond woman and a tall blondish guy."

"Oh, GOD." Zach groans, thunks the book against his head, then tosses it onto the coffee table. "We are just so lucky, you know that?" he mutters, going over and opening the door. "Hi, Yvonne... Ryan. You."

"You're wearing red socks," Zachary tells Zach.

Yvonne and Ryan push Zachary forward. "He's all yours," she says. "We've had him for three hours and we're done."

"Oh come on," Zach complains. "Which one of you gave him the booze in the first place?"

"It was Josh," Ryan replies, "and then he bailed. And believe me, he's going to hear all about that on Monday."

"Tell him he'll be hearing from me too. And I'm much taller than him, and I'll use the Sylar voice."

Zachary giggles.

"I think he's afraid of the Sylar voice," Ryan says, approvingly. Then he and Yvonne back away.

"Well, you have a good night," Yvonne says. "Zachary? We'll see you Monday."

Zachary throws his arms around Zach. "You're my bestest friend!"

"I hate you both. Just so you know," Zach says, slightly muffled from underneath the orangatan like arms of Zachary Levi.

"Good night!" Yvonne sing-songs as she and Ryan flee out the door.

Chris stares. "Is he drunk?"

"Comfy Zach," says Zachary. "Comfy-comfy. You smell niiiiice."

"I'm going to pop Josh's head like a grape, and I'm going to hire someone who is considerably more muscular than me to beat up Yvonne and Ryan," Zach says, walking Zachary toward the nearest chair and untangling him before shoving Zachary at it. "Yes. Yes he's drunk."

Chris closes and locks the door, then follows Zach into the living room.

"Noo, comfy Zach!" Zachary makes grabby hands, tries to stand, then promptly topples over on his ass. Apparently, this is the funniest. thing. ever.

Zach looks down at him and sighs. "Chris? Baby, would you mind getting some water? A bottle will be fine, unless you want to fill a bucket and throw it at his head. It might be good for him."

"I'll be right back," Chris promises, and slips from the room.

Zachary flings his arms and legs out, spread-eagled, on the floor. "I can see up your nose," he announces.

"Well, it's not exactly the smallest nose, is it?" Zach says, tilting his head and peering down at Zachary. "Hey... Zachary?"

"Yes, Zach?"

"Why are you lying on the floor of my living room, drunk off your ass?"

Zachary sits up. "I had a bad day." Suddenly, he's not laughing anymore.

Uh oh. Zach sits down on the floor across from him, feeling very awkward and about twelve. "How come?"

Zachary plucks at the carpet. "Adam has a boyfriend."

"Adam who?" Because it can't be that Adam, that's just silly.

"My Adam!"

"Okay, seriously, when did you start drinking?"

"When I found out my beloved has a boyfriend!" Zachary throws himself down on the floor again. "He's gay, and everyone knew, everyone--Yvonne and Ryan and Josh and Sarah a-and Julia a-and..." He covers his face. "Everyone knew but me! And his boyfriend could kill me dead, he could, I just know it, and my heart is broken!" He hiccups.

His beloved? What the hell was Josh giving him, absinthe? "Adam Baldwin's gay, and everyone knew except you?" Okay, granted, repeating it probably wasn't going to make Zachary feel any better, but really, you'd think that someone would have mentioned it. "Why didn't they tell you?"

Zachary wails behind his hands.

Chris sits down next to Zach. "Um. I have water."

"It might be a few minutes," Zach murmurs, looking apologetically at Chris. "Zachary? Okay, just... calm down, and... Zachary? Zachar--dude, breathe already!"

Zachary manages to sit up once more. Chris is a bit surprised to see that he's really crying, absolutely and utterly distraught.

"He broke my heart!" Zachary says between heaving gasps for air.

This is not the time to mention that Adam probably didn't know that Zachary was bisexual any more than Zachary knew Adam was gay. "Oh, God," Zach mutters, sighing and tugging at Zachary, pulling him closer. "Okay, c'mere, just... it's okay, man."

Zachary cries harder, wrapping his arms around Zach's neck. "My life is over."

Chris gives Zach a very, very sympathetic look.

Zach pats the back of Zachary's head, trying not to sigh again. "This is why we don't usually let him drink," he murmurs.

"He was so happy when he got here," Chris says. "And now he... that's the wildest mood swing I've ever seen."

Zach's shoulder, under Zachary's face, is quickly becoming very, very wet.

Zachary really isn't listening to Zach right now, which lets him say rather whatever he wants. "Incidentally? Those things in the tin that Kristen makes? Never. Give. Him. Those."

Chris's eyes go very, very wide. "What would happen if I did?"

Zach just shudders.

"Tell me."

"I just... really like it best when Zachary's wearing pants, okay?"

Chris bites his lip, then reaches out to rub Zachary's shoulder. Which might not have been the greatest idea he ever had, as Zachary wails again and throws himself at Chris. "You're the nicest boyfriend I never had!"

"Th-thank you, Zachary," says Chris.

Zach looks down at his shirt and wrinkles his nose. He's pretty sure that all that moisture isn't just from tears... and that's really kind of gross. "Okay, Zachary, you're gonna need to sleep this off. And drink a lot of water... and have about a bottle of Tylenol."

Chris gropes for the coffee table behind him, and holds a box of kleenex up for Zachary. "Here," he says, gently. "Blow."

Zach goes through about twelve tissues in a matter of seconds. It's impressive.

Zach gives his head a bit of a shake. Chris is so getting laid... um... well, as soon as Zachary is elsewhere. "That's better, isn't it?"

Zachary takes another kleenex and wipes his eyes. "He'll never be mine," he says mournfully.

"Maybe not... but your guy--or girl--they're out there somewhere for you," Zach says. "Even if Adam's got some boyfriend-guy, whoever he is."

Zachary sniffles. "Where did Yvonne and Ryan go?"

"They went off to go do Yvonne and Ryan things."

"Oh." He pauses, then looks curiously at Zach. "How did you get here?"

"Well Zachary, I live here," Zach says patiently.

"Oh." Zachary looks at Chris. "You're pretty."

"Thank you, Zachary," Chris replies.

"You have pretty eyes."

"Thank you."

"Are you being good to my Zach?"

"I think I am."

"You need to be sure. Are you sure you're good to my Zach? He's my best friend in the world."

"I'm being good to him, Zachary."

And so Zachary bursts into tears again.

Zach reaches over and gives Chris's hand a squeeze, then hands Zachary another handful of kleenex.

Chris looks at Zach. "You're his best friend in the world, you know."

"I know," Zach says, and he smiles and reaches out to ruffle at Zachary's hair. "You're gonna be just fine, Zachary. It's all gonna be okay."

"You can't know that," Zachary says brokenly.

"Sure I can... maybe you can beat his boyfriend up or something manly like that."

"I--I--he'd shank me or something!"

Zach blinks a few times. "He'd shank you? Zachary, you know you're not allowed to watch prison movies anymore. You have nightmares."

"It's not a nightmare... my Adam is with Christopher Meloni!"

He blinks again, looks over at Chris, then back to Zachary. "Your Adam... is... huh."

Zachary's calmed down a little bit, but he's still sniffling a lot. "My life is over."

"Christopher Meloni? Chris Keller? Detective Stabler?" There are all sorts of thoughts running through Zach's head right now, particularly as to how that particular pair of men would... arrange things, so to speak. And he has decided to share none of them with Zachary. "Maybe you shouldn't try and beat him up."

"That's probably a very good, very clever idea," Chris agrees, soothingly, nodding to Zachary and petting his hair again. "There. Look at you. You're all calmed down again." He holds up the bottle of water for him. "Have a drink, okay?"

"Yes--good. Water's a good thing," Zach agrees, nodding along with Chris. "Water, and sleep, and you'll feel better."

Zachary sniffles and takes a few drinks from the bottle, then hiccups again.

"Again--little more," Zach prompts. "What did Josh give you, anyway?"

"I don't remember," says Zachary, vaguely. "Hey, Chris?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"Need to get me to the bathroom right now."

"All right, then!" Chris practically carries Zachary off for the puking part.

Zach watches them go, makes another mental note that he's going to owe Chris huge for this, and heads to the kitchen to make coffee. It might be a long night.

*

"He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping," Chris whispers.

"The question is--is he sleeping, or did he finally pass out?" Zach whispers back. He's not entirely sure.

"Does it really matter? He's in bed, his eyes are closed, and the crying's stopped."

"You're right. He's unconscious and not crying. That's all that's important," Zach agrees.

So Chris closes the door--most of the way--and then wraps his arms around Zach. "Your poor, poor boy."

"His heart is broken," Zach says, slipping his arms around Chris's waist. "I'm not sure I even want to know what he walked in on."

"I didn't realise he... really was that into the guy," Chris admits.

Zach sighs. "I don't know... I mean... maybe it's the double whammy. Yes, he's gay, oh wait, he's got a boyfriend. Add on that it's Christopher-fucking-Meloni..."

Chris sighs and shakes his head, then he takes Zach's hand and leads him back down to the kitchen. "Your poor, poor boy," he repeats, sadly. "He did indeed have a bad day. Way to start off his weekend. Maybe we should do something for him. Or with him, rather. When the hangover subsides."

"So... sometime late Sunday afternoon then?" Zach says dryly. "I really, really am gonna kick Josh's ass. Lets just hope that he had the sense to get him drunk while not out in public."

"Maybe the cast had a Friday night get-together?"

"Maybe," Zach says. "Zachary crushes hard. Poor guy."

"I think maybe all of us go through that kind of crush at least once," Chris says.

"Isn't that the truth," Zach sighs. "And in the morning, or whenever he shows up, you will see something alien and strange: a non-perky Zachary Levi."

Chris goes to the fridge and gets a carton of grapefruit juice. He pours them both a glass. "I think my world might end when I witness that."

"He really is the male Kristen Bell," Zach says, taking a seat at the table and groaning. "And this is what always happens. As soon as he's so drunk he can barely put one foot in front of the other? Guess who's doorstep he gets delivered to. I think he has a card in his wallet that says "My name is Zachary. I'm lost. Please take me to--and then it says my address."

Chris can't help but giggle at that as he sits across from Zach. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

"You're sorry? Dude. He almost threw up on you. You had to carry him to the bathroom. Don't I owe you forever?"

Chris thinks about this, then smiles slowly. "Why, yes. Yes, you do owe me forever. Excellent."

"Oh, you look a little excited about that idea," Zach laughs. "Fair enough--you own my ass, Pine."

"Uh huh." Chris abandons his juice, walks around the table, and straddles Zach's lap. "Yeah. I think I do."

"I think you do too," Zach murmurs, arms wrapping around Chris as he leans in to kiss him. "Hi."

"'Cause, see, I've been on the internet again."

"Oh, is that so? Tell me more."

"Well, you know, we spend time talking about... things. About the sorts of things you and your friends... like. So I do some research, right, and some of it scares me and some of it doesn't."

Zach nods, fingers trailing up and down Chris's back. "What goes on what list?"

"Well, admittedly there's some stuff involving pain that I really don't understand," Chris admits. "But then there's always the part with tying people up and that makes me squirmy."

"The pain thing... I don't think it's something that you can really and truly understand unless it's something that you as a person actually like," Zach says. "Me? I don't like pain. It doesn't turn me on. But I'm kind of on the opposite side of that one, so... yeah. And you know if the only kinky thing you ever want to do is being tied up, that's fine with me, right?"

Chris nods. "I know." Another pause, then he asks, "So you like being the one inflicting pain."

Zach hesitates, then nods in response. "Yes. When the person I'm doing to gets off on it. Only when the person I'm doing it to gets off on it."

Chris nods, looking thoughtful. "I'm not sure it's something I'd get off on."

"I'm not inside your head, so I don't know? But I don't think you would either," Zach says. "You like being pinned down, and tied up... it's very different. But when you're tied up, you don't fight and struggle in a way that leaves you with bruises that you can poke at later. It's about the being tied up or pinned down... at least it seems like that."

"Not that I don't like it when we get a little rough," Chris says. He still looks a bit like he's mulling everything over in his head. You can practically see the wheels turning. "But I really don't think I want you to, y'know, spank me or anything." He actually turns a bit red at the word 'spank'.

"If you don't want me to? We won't do that," Zach promises, looking right back at Chris the whole time. "We don't have to. There's no rules. It's about what we want--you and me, together."

"And what if... say... I want to pretend something along the line of you being the sexy pirate and me your prisoner? 'Cause I read about that sort of stuff. Role playing. And I think I kind of like it."

Zach smiles at him. "Oh, I think we can definitely do stuff like that," he says. "Okay--so basically? Here's what I think about this stuff. If there's something you want to try? You just tell me, and chances are, we can go for it. If we get partway through, and it's not working for you, and you want to stop? We stop. And if I think of something that I think you might like, I'll tell you. If you don't want to? We don't. If you want to try, and you hate it? We stop. And if you like it, then we keep it on the list."

Chris grins at him. "Sounds like a deal, baby." He gives Zach a quick kiss. "Y'know, I betcha Zachary wouldn't even know it if a tank plowed through your house."

"You know... I think you're right."

Another kiss. Chris runs his fingers through Zach's hair, then leans in to nip gently at his earlobe. "I'm sure I'm right."

"We're both agreed on how right you are," Zach murmurs. "Now you just have to tell me what it is you think you want me to do about this whole Zachary-sleeping-through-bulldozers thing."

"Take me up to bed, tie me down, and fuck me silly."

Zach may be skinny, but he's stronger than he looks. As evidenced when he stands up, hands under Chris's ass to keep him up around his waist. "Hold on."

"Don't you dare hurt yourself," Chris cautions him, holding on tight.

"And screw up the opportunity to fuck you silly? Never gonna happen," Zach promises, letting Chris do most of the work of holding himself up, heading for the stairs.

"I suppose I can't complain about this," Chris agrees. He nuzzles at Zach's cheek. "You're fucking hot. Have I told you that lately?"

"Might have been a couple hours," Zach admits, going into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind them, taking Chris right over to the bed. "And you're sexy."

"Am not," Chris murmurs. "Not like you."

"Shhh. You with the nonsense," Zach growls against his throat, nipping gently and laying him down against the mattress, pinning him with his body.

"It's true," Chris says, lifting his hips against Zach's, briefly.

He drags Chris's hands up above his head, pinning them down and kissing him. "Can't pretend I don't know how sexy you are. I've seen you naked."

Chris arches up against him. "Yeah, well, I've seen you naked."

"I'm not naked now. That's a problem."

"You're right. That's a huge problem."

He lets go of Chris's hands. "I'd time you, but it's more fun to leave watches out of things."

Chris shoves him up and drags his shirt over his head. Next he opens Zach's pants and shoves them down his hips, along with his underwear. He leans in and bites at Zach's shoulder, then says, "You're going to need to move for me to get you completely naked."

He groans at the bite, then slides off of Chris's body so he can work the rest of his clothes off. "Okay, but you know I'm coming back."

"You'd better," says Chris. He watches Zach strip off the rest of his clothes as he starts on his own. "You're so fucking hot."

"You," Zach says firmly, getting distracted as Chris's pants come off, naked now except for the one sock still on.

"You've still got a sock."

"Huh?" Zach looks down, grins, and tugs it off, tossing it at the door. "Sorry. There was... and then you weren't wearing pants."

Chris sprawls out on the bed. "You like it when I'm not wearing pants, huh?

"You not wearing pants means access to your ass and cock. So... yes."

"Good to know." Chris curls his fingers around his cock and starts to stroke himself off, slowly, groaning. "Oh... yeah."

"Shit, Chris," Zach murmurs, swallowing hard and moving closer. "You still want access to those hands then?"

Chris looks at him, then raises his arms up above his head without a word.

Good boy. Zach gives him a slow, wicked smile, and gets up off the bed, reaching underneath it and pulling out a box. "Wanna see?"

"Yeah," Chris says, "yeah, I do."

Opening the lid, Zach pulls out a set of soft, light brown leather cuffs, letting Chris see first, then sliding one up along his stomach, letting him feel the leather against his skin.

Chris shivers and arches up off the bed. "Oh, my god."

"Like that?" Zach murmurs, keeping his touch light, still moving the cuff along his chest. "They're so soft on the inside... give me one hand, let me show you, let you feel it. Give me your hand."

Chris reaches out and touches the cuff, then offers up his wrist for Zach. "Oh. My god."

He runs Chris's fingers along the even softer inside of the cuff, then fastens one around his wrist. "Feel good? Not too tight?"

"Feels good," Chris confirms. "I like that. A lot."

"Good," Zach smiles, fastening the other cuff, kissing Chris's wrist before he lets him go. "You probably never noticed that there are bondage points on my bed, did you?"

Chris looks at him with very wide eyes. "I never even thought to look."

"So that means you probably didn't notice that I attached restraints to the bondage points either?" Zach leans over and drags them up and onto the bed from where they've been tucked out of sight, out of... well, not out of his mind.

Chris takes a deep breath. "Oh, god. Oh, Zach. Please. I want... please."

"I know... I know you do," Zach murmurs, leaning down and kissing him softly. "Remember--if you need to be let go, or you're uncomfortable, you just tell me. Okay?" He watches him another moment or two, then attaches the restraints to the rings on the cuffs. "How's that feel?"

Chris tugs, carefully, then smiles as he lets out a breath. "Feels so good," he says. "It always feels good."

"I love that you love this... do you have any idea how sexy you look? I wish you could see," Zach murmurs, leaning down and kissing him again.

"I love it," Chris whispers against Zach's mouth, "but I'm afraid that if I saw myself, I'd never stop blushing. I can't even imagine how dirty it--I--must look."

"So, so dirty," Zach whispers. "So sexy. All bound up and completely at my mercy."

"All yours. You can do anything you want to me." Chris lifts his legs and wraps them around Zach's waist. "Anything you want at all. I can't stop you."

"All mine," Zach murmurs, biting at his lower lip, then licking at the bite. "Pretty sure I remember the phrase 'fuck you silly' somewhere in there."

"God yeah. I want you to fuck me."

"I've wanted to fuck you all night... I had one more chapter of that book left to go, and your ass was mine," Zach says, starting to kiss his way down Chris's body.

Chris groans. "I love it when you make plans like that. It makes me feel... wanted. A lot."

"You have no idea how much of my day is devoted to thinking about doing wicked and dirty things to you, Chris," he murmurs.

"Tell me."

"I haven't spent nearly enough time with my tongue up your ass," he whispers. "I bet I could make you come just by doing that. Again, and again, and again."

"Oh. Fuck. Yes, please, oh my god, yes, do that, do that a lot." Chris spreads his legs wider.

"You're such a hedonist... legs all spread, wanting me so badly," Zach moans biting at Chris's hip.

"Please, Zach," Chris moans, "oh my god. I want you so much. Please!"

"Guess I can't very well ask you to reach for the lube, can I? All tied up for me," he whispers, teeth grazing his skin all over again, before he lies across Chris's body and reaches for lube and condoms.

"God." Chris wriggles against him. "You feel so good. I feel so good. I want everything."

"You're gonna get everything," Zach promises, rocking against him, taking his time moving back down his body, making sure that Chris can see everything... assuming his eyes are open.

Chris strains up a little to watch him, but then flops back again. "Shit. Oh god. Zach. you're going to fucking kill me."

"Wasn't this your idea? I'm sure it was, back when you were straddling me downstairs and teasing me," Zach says, slowly slicking lube over his fingers, moving them between Chris's legs and just barely pushing the tips inside.

Chris gasps. "Of course it's my idea, and I love it, and I love doing this with you, and oh my god, touch me, touch me, touch me."

By the last 'touch me' Zach's fingers are pushing deep, not stopping until he's got them as deep as they can go. "Like that, baby? More?" Zach murmurs, fucking him nice and slow with both fingers.

A shiver runs through Chris's body. He groans and lifts his hips. "Like that! Just like that. More. Oh my god."

"More... I can give you more," Zach smiles, leaning down and taking Chris's cock in his mouth, matching pace with his fingers, sucking gently, moaning around him... basically doing everything he can think of to make Chris go completely batshit insane.

It's working. It's really, really working. Chris bites down hard on his lip to stifle his moans, because he doesn't want to wake Zachary, even though it doesn't seem likely that Zachary will ever wake up, but he can't take that chance, and Zach is going to make him go completely mad, completely, utterly, and Chris'll never find himself ever again, but that's okay, because Zach's fingers and his mouth and "Oh my god!"

Zach laughs, moans again, and doesn't stop or slow down, not even a little bit. He may not be able to mess up Chris's hair, but he can definitely mess up Chris's composure, and god, when he's losing his shit he's just even sexier than Zach thought was possible. Which is pretty damned sexy to begin with.

"Zach, Zach, I'll come, I can't--I want--I can't!"

He lifts his mouth up off Chris's cock, nuzzling against him, looking up, eyes dark. "Baby... you think this stops when you come?" he murmurs, voice low and soft and dirty. "You think I can't make you come more than once?"

"You're going to kill me," Chris gasps.

"Want me to stop? Is that what you want?" Zach murmurs, just barely letting his stubble grace against Chris's spit-slick cock. "Or do you wanna come in my mouth?"

"I want to come," Chris whispers, "please, I want to come."

"I want that too," Zach whispers, looking up at Chris and smiling at him, then taking him into his mouth again, deep as he can, swallowing around him and curling his fingers, both right at the same time.

And that's all it takes. Chris can't hold back the shout that escapes, and then he whimpers and falls still, except for the way his hips keep twitching, again and again. "Ohh."

Zach keeps swallowing, again, and again, taking everything, finally pulling his head off with a gasp, resting against Chris's stomach and breathing hard. His fingers are still, for the moment, but he leaves them where they are, letting them both catch their breath.

"Oh my god." Another whimper, then Chris forces his head up. "That was... good."

"Good... really, really good," Zach agrees, voice rough. "Next time, I'm adding ankle cuffs too. Really stretch you out, make you even more helpless and mine."

Chris twitches. "Really?"

"Mmm... maybe face down. Prop you up, keep your cock from touching anything, rim you until you're desperate for me to fuck you."

"Zach..."

"Mm?"

"I want to do that."

"Then we'll do that," Zach promises, barely starting to move his fingers inside Chris again, just a little... just enough. "We'll do anything and everything you want."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise," Zach says, kissing Chris's stomach. "I swear. If you want to do it, I'll learn how to do any kind of bondage you want... I'll become so good at tying knots I could be a sailor. I love watching you when you really like something. You have any idea what it does to me?" Just in case he's slightly unclear, Zach moves closer, letting Chris feel his cock against his thigh, see for himself how hard Zach is.

Chris closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh that sounds like it comes up from his toes. "You're so good to me, baby."

"You make it so, so worth it," Zach whispers, fingers moving a bit more quickly, lips brushing his skin again. "Arms still comfortable? Still feel good?"

"Yes," Chris says, a little dreamily, "still very, very good."

"Good... just what I want to hear," Zach smiles, watching Chris's face and just... not stopping. Not until he has to, which if he has his way won't be for a long, long time. He keeps the condom in reach for once he's ready, then nuzzles at Chris's hip again. "Get your legs a little wider for me, okay? Just nice and wide... open for me."

Chris does what he's told, watching Zach carefully. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Not yet... soon, but not yet," Zach murmurs. He keeps watching Chris's face, then lowers himself between his legs, licking at his fingers, then pushing his tongue in between them, fucking Chris with both.

"HolyJesusohmygodZachwhatoh!" He almost comes up off the bed again--the cuffs and restraints are the only things holding him down. And then he just outright wails, twice, before he makes himself go still. Still. Just to feel it.

They have a guest in the house. Zach so should not be doing this. But... they weren't expecting Zachary. To say the least. And Zach had plans. And Zachary is very, very unconscious, and, well... it's all Josh's fault anyway. But Zach's really not thinking about them right now. He's thinking about Chris, about how long he's going to be able to keep doing this to him before he absolutely can not hold back any more, and he has to fuck him. Which means now is a really good time for him to snag that condom and get it on, before something that really shouldn't happen goes and happens, just from blind lust.

"More," Chris says, "more, more, oh my god, please!" He cries out again, shifting restlessly, demanding, needing. Zach is going to fucking kill him.

Zach growls, right against him, tongue stabbing inside, fingers spreading wider, giving himself more access. God, he wants so badly he can scarcely breathe.

"Zach, please! Please, oh my god, you can't--I can't--Zach!" Chris's voice is getting progressively louder.

Which about damned does it for Zach and his patience. He's up and looming over Chris within seconds, gasping for breath as he moves in between his legs and pushes inside, head snapping back with a triumphant yell.

Fuck, yes. Chris can't manage to say it out loud. He can't even cry out. This is what he needs; what he's ached for so much. Zach. Inside him. Completing him. Everything.

"Legs up around me, baby--hold on," Zach growls out, bracing himself and staring right down at Chris's face as he starts to move--has to move. There's no staying still going on here... not a chance. He's pretty sure it'll kill him.

Hold on. Yeah. Chris can do that; it's about all he can do as Zach fucks him. That, and moan and whimper and cry out because he can't stay quiet. Thank god for Zachary's state of unconsciousness.

Zach's forgotten about Zachary. He's forgotten about everything and every one except this moment, and this man. He doesn't even lean down so he can kiss Chris while he's fucking him, not yet. Not anything that's going to even remotely muffle the sounds coming from him.

"Want to come," Chris gasps out. "Please, oh god, Zach." He can't hang on, he's going to go completely mad, but he can't touch himself. He can't do anything but let Zach be in complete control of him, and oh god, that's just--perfect. It's incredible.

"Do you need me to touch you?" Even breathless, Zach manages to make his voice gentle this time. Gentle and dirty, while still fucking him so hard he's wondering just how much his bed can take. Good thing he knows it's a lot. "Or can you come without it? Come for me, Chris, c'mon--please?"

Oh, if willing it could make it so. Chris whines, squirms, moves desperately against Zach. He's close, he's so close, but he can't, not if Zach doesn't touch him, and soon. He's going to lose his mind. He's going mad. It feels too good, it always feels too good, nothing should feel like this.

He lets out a ragged, desperate cry as he comes again, untouched. He didn't think it was possible.

Zach's hand was just about to wrap around Chris's dick when Chris cries out and comes. He didn't think he'd be able to do it--was sure it was too much, too soon, and just... God, how sexy is that. It wasn't an order, not exactly, but he did it, for Zach, and that alone sends Zach over right after him, gasping Chris's name over and again.

Chris's eyes are still closed; there's a smile tugging at his lips. He can feel a bead of sweat moving irritatingly down his neck, but there's nothing he can do about it.

"Oh."

Chris opens his eyes and smiles even more. But that wasn't Zach. And that wasn't him. That noise came from the doorway.

That wasn't Chris. Chris probably can't speak right now, let alone throw his voice in the direction of the door. So... yeah. Oh. Oh shit. "Hi, Zachary," he murmurs, trying to fight the urge to pound his head against Chris's shoulder.

"I was going to tell you to keep it down," says Zachary.

"Okay. Thank you, Zachary. We'll keep it down from now on," Zach says. Just... casual, like he's not still buried inside Chris, with his legs around his waist, ass in the air. Awesome. "You need anything?" Okay, this is just surreal.

"Less noise." Zachary's staring at Chris.

Zach doesn't even need to turn his head. "Zachary, stop staring at Chris," he sighs. "Do you need me to come rock you to sleep, or will your world stay in one piece until morning?" At which point the rest of the alcohol will have kicked in, and Zachary will have forgotten all of this. Yes? Okay, no. Zach's not that lucky.

"Um." A short moment later, Zachary wanders away.

"Ohmygod." Chris would hide his face in his hands, but they're still attached to the bed.

Zach just groans. Groans, and pushes himself up, dealing with Chris's cuffs first, then easing out of him and getting rid of the condom, reaching immediately for a blanket and pulling it up over both of them. Since Zachary left the door wide open. Not that it matters. He's kind of already seen... well, enough to probably scar him for a good long time. "So. Hi."

"Oh my god." Chris turns and hides his face against Zach's shoulder.

He wraps his arms around Chris and holds on tightly. Zach's a little worried that Zachary's going to go off wandering the streets, or he'll find him curled up in Pan's doghouse, but right now, he's not going anywhere until Chris is able to say something other than 'oh my god'. "Hey, it's okay... Zachary'll be cool," he murmurs.

"He caught us with me chained to your bed," Chris says.

"Well... there is that, yes."

"I mean, sex, sure, whatever, but there was bondage and I might have traumatised him."

"I think I can guarantee that the full-on shot of my ass he just got will have traumatised him far more than the bondage," Zach says, nuzzling against Chris's cheek. "Lots of people play with bondage... I just am an awesome boyfriend who thinks you deserve more than fuzzy pink handcuffs."

Chris sort of giggles at that. "I like your ass."

"I know you do, baby," Zach murmurs, smiling. Just a little. "He'll be okay. He might be downstairs looking for more alcohol and mixing it with ice cream, but he'll be okay. And really, he should have done the thing we all learned in college. You don't open the door--you pound on the wall and yell. Right?"

"Right," Chris agrees. He runs his fingertips down Zach's arms. "It was all really good, though, until the gangly interruption."

"I'm glad," Zach says, tucking Chris in a little closer. "I wanted it to be really good for you."

"It was. It was fucking amazing."

"Yeah?" Zach grins. "So... more of that, then? How are your wrists... were the cuffs soft enough?"

"They were perfect. I feel so good." Chris closes his eyes. "Your boy Zachary's going to feel like shit in the morning, you know."

The phrase his 'boy' Zachary just puts odd, odd imagery into Zach's head that he'd like to go away right now please, but he's not going to have a semantic conversation with Chris about the different meanings of 'boy'. Not now. Maybe just... not. "He kind of really is. Fucking Josh."

"We can go beat him up later. He's the little guy, right? Who plays Chuck's best friend?"

"Mmm hmm. That's him. If Yvonne doesn't manage to sufficiently put the fear of God into him, I'm gonna be making a visit to set."

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