giddy Author: lindarella123
Pairing: Chris/Zach, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,768
Disclaimer: None of this is real … simply the imaginings of a girl with too much time on her hands, a computer and Internet access, and a deep abiding fondness for all things Pinto. I don’t know Chris or Zach. I have no association with any businesses or products named or implied. I make no profit from any of this work.
Summary: Chris misses Zach and knows he’ll be in Las Vegas for the Star Trek Las Vegas Convention. He decides to surprise him by traveling to Vegas and inviting Zach for a rendezvous in his suite with a massive hot tub.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Summer Luau at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=92.2)
pintofest in response to![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2)
the_deep_magic ’s prompt: Water. Took some liberties with the timing of the closing of The Lieutenant of Inishmore by a week, so the Chris in this tale would be free to travel to Vegas for the Aug. 7 Las Vegas Star Trek Convention appearances of Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner. Zach wasn’t scheduled to make a surprise appearance like the Zach in this story, but I’m sure he (the real one) is enjoying life in the Big Apple, prepping for AiA, or something equally wonderful.
pintofest in response tothe_deep_magic ’s prompt: Water. Took some liberties with the timing of the closing of The Lieutenant of Inishmore by a week, so the Chris in this tale would be free to travel to Vegas for the Aug. 7 Las Vegas Star Trek Convention appearances of Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner. Zach wasn’t scheduled to make a surprise appearance like the Zach in this story, but I’m sure he (the real one) is enjoying life in the Big Apple, prepping for AiA, or something equally wonderful.A roiling sea of sights and sounds swirled about Zach Quinto, as he made his way through the Las Vegas Hilton Hotel. Cameras flashed. The constant ding, ding, ding of the slot machines rang in his ears. The crowd, dressed in all manner of Star Trek costumes, surged against the four handlers that surrounded him, but they kept the fans at bay. He felt like a fucking rock star. The very thought of anyone mistaking him for a rock star made him chuckle, but in this environment and to these fervent fans, he sorta was.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be comfortable with this type of adulation, but he was dead certain his body wouldn’t forgive him for the brutal turnaround he was putting it through. He’d caught a plane from NYC that morning, and as soon as it landed at McCarran International Airport in Vegas, he headed directly to the Hilton. He’d flown in to surprise Leonard Nimoy during his panel at the Star Trek Las Vegas Convention. The plan was for him to catch the red-eye flight back to New York later that night, so he’d be available for some meetings and rehearsals Sunday afternoon.
Zach felt his phone vibrate in his pocket barely able to hear the chime indicating a text message had arrived. He quickly pulled the phone out and looked at it, continuing to follow his handlers through hotel.
Can you guess where I am?
Zach smiled. Chris. He chose to ignore the fluttering in his stomach, as he thought about his charming, sweet, funny, sexy friend and how much he missed him.
knowing. you. anywhere. He typed as he walked.
Since the Star Trek promo tour, they’d been much more than just friends – more like friends with pretty spectacular benefits. But with work taking Zach to New York through at least the end of the year, they’d mutually agreed to keep things casual, even to see other people if the opportunity arose. The problem was Chris had set the bar so far out of reach of most mortal men that Zach simply had no desire for anyone but Chris.
His phone chimed again, letting him know that Chris had responded.
Not just anywhere … Vegas, baby. Staying @ the MGM Grand. I’ll leave a key card for you w/concierge. I know you don’t have much time, but stop by when you’re done, so we can get reacquainted.
Zach pumped his fist in the air and let out a loud, “Huzzah!” His security detail skidded to a halt, glancing from him to the crowd and back again, trying to determine if a breach of some sort had occurred.
With an apologetic laugh, Zach pointed to his phone. “Uh … my … my sports team won?” He frantically sent a text back.
i’ll be there asap. can’t wait to c u.
***
“Mr. Pine, he’s arrived,” the young concierge that Chris had flirted with earlier whispered from the other end of the phone line.
“Thanks, Aimee,” Chris said. “It is Aimee, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mr. Pine.”
Chris couldn’t help but smile. Her voice had gone all soft and breathy, with just a lilt of pleasure at the fact he’d remembered her name.
“It’s Chris. Aimee, can you stall him for … I don’t know, about five minutes? I need to take care of few things up here before he arrives.”
“I’ll do my best, Mr. – I mean, Chris, but he seems pretty anxious to get upstairs.”
I just bet he is, Chris thought. Anxious didn’t even begin to describe his emotional state. Desire started building deep in his gut as soon as he boarded the plane at LAX. Oh, whom was he kidding? It started several days before right after Zach had told him about the Vegas trip this weekend. He’d practically broken his neck getting to his laptop and booking his ticket.
“Your best is all I can ask, and Aimee, remember, your discretion now and in the future will be rewarded.”
“I’m happy to help. Neither you nor Mr. Quinto were here this weekend.”
***
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Quinto,” the young, blond concierge said. “I’m going to need to see your I.D., please.”
“My I.D.?” Zach looked at her employee badge and saw her name was Aimee and she hailed from Mesquite, NV.
“It’s strictly hotel policy, sir. Especially since this involves access to an HPG’s room, we have to confirm you are who you say you are. And even though I know you’re Zachary Quinto – I loved Heroes and Star Trek, by the way – I have to follow the rules.”
“Oh, of course. Sorry, it’s been a long day.” Zach pulled his driver’s license from his wallet and offered it to Aimee. As she reached to take it from his hand, Zach tightened his grip on the card. “Aimee, you’re … um … not going to make a copy, right?”
“Of course not. As the guest of an HPG, you are entitled to the same discretion we show our HPGs and all of our guests for that matter. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to show your I.D. to my supervisor. I don’t have the authority to issue the room card without her approval.”
“Sure.” Zach released his grip on the card. “I’m kinda on a tight schedule. I have a flight later tonight, so if you could hurry things along, I’d really appreciate it.”
“Of course, sir. For a G of an HPG, I’ll expedite things.”
“Thanks. What is an HPG, anyway?”
“High Profile Guest, of course,” she said as she left her post and headed to the other end of the seemingly endless MGM registration desk.
“Of course,” he muttered. Zach saw her across the lobby talking to an older woman who he assumed was said supervisor. He avoided making eye contact with anyone else, pulling the brim of his baseball cap he farther down on his forehead. It was one of Chris’ that he’d left behind on his last visit to New York. Since it was not his normal or preferred type of chapeaux, he figured it would throw the paparazzi and the fans off his trail. He briefly considered wearing sunglasses, but he thought that sometimes drew more attention than it deflected. For now, no one seemed interested in him.
He drummed his fingertips impatiently on the marble desktop. Every few seconds, he glanced at his watch. Aimee appeared to be in deep conversation with her supervisor. “Come on, come on,” he said under his breath.
After what seemed like an eternity, Aimee returned to desk and handed Zach his I.D. with a smile. She turned to her computer terminal and began typing in whatever magical code would activate the keycard and allow him to perpetrate Sodom and Gomorrah on Chris Pine’s amazing ass.
She wrote the room number on the inside of the envelope that held the keycard and handed it to him. “The elevators are just around the corner. Take the bank on your right just beyond the sundry shop. Oh and … enjoy your stay with us.” She gave him a wink and broke out in uncontrollable giggles.
Zach immediately felt the fiery heat race up to his neck to his cheeks. He was blushing – blushing because this sweet young woman knew he was there to have white-hot monkey sex with Chris. He shook his head, trying to remember the last time he’d blushed like that about sex. He’d been a 16-year-old attempting to buy condoms at the local Rite-aid.
***
Zach entered Chris’ elegantly appointed suite, shutting the door quietly behind him and dropping his backpack in the small foyer. He tossed his wallet, phone and keycard on a nearby table and looked around.
Chris had strategically left a few lights on in the living room – all had been dimmed and cast warm shadows against the room’s walls. The living room was anchored by a wall of windows that afforded a spectacular view of the lights of the Mandalay Bay and Luxor casinos, twinkling and sparkling as the impending sunset painted the distant Spring Mountain Range with brushstrokes of dusky purple.
Then he heard it, playing softly in the background – Joe Sample’s cover of “My One and Only.” Zach’s heart thudded in his chest, as he remembered another suite – this one in Paris and the same song by the same artist provided the soundtrack for the first time he and Chris had fucked. It had been fireworks-over-the-Seine spectacular and something he’d never forget, and apparently Chris hadn’t either.
“Zach, you gonna come join me, or would you prefer to spend your limited time here in Sin City admiring the décor?” Chris’ voice rang out from one of the rooms off the living room.
“I’d join you if I could find you. Should have left me a trail of breadcrumbs. Where are you?” Zach laughed.
“Follow my voice, Zachary. Come through the bedroom. Did you put the do not disturb sign on the door?”
“I will now.” Zach raced for the door and quickly hung the small plastic card on the outside door handle before double locking the door and retracing his steps.
When he entered the bedroom, he could see a soft, flickering glow coming from the master bathroom. Candles, nice touch, Zach thought.
“Zaaaaaaach.”
“I’m right her –“ Zach gasped as he walked into the bathroom, slamming to a stop as his mind tried to comprehend the sensuous details that surrounded him. Clusters of candles filled the master bath, flickering light reflecting in the mirrors that lined the four walls. Fresh pink, white and coral rose petals were scattered across every surface and floated on the water that filled the largest whirlpool tub he’d ever seen. Seated with his back against the marble tub, his arms draped casually along its edge, well-defined muscles and tendons straining against the taut skin covering his powerful biceps, was a very naked and very wet Chris Pine.
“Hey, handsome. Nice hat.” Chris smirked, lifting the champagne glass he held to toast Zach.
Zach forgot he was wearing the ball cap and pulled it off quickly. He tossed the hat on the vanity and caught a glimpse of his shorn head in the mirror. God, I look like a giant mole, he thought ruefully, running his hand over the bristly mop.
“You know, you look incredible with a buzz cut. It draws attention to those sexy eyes.”
He smiled. No matter what, Chris always knew the right thing to say. He trained his gaze on the beautiful man before him. Chris’ own hair was longer and darker than at anytime since he’d known him. It was slicked back away from his face in a way that showcased his strong cheek- and jawbones, and those amazing blue eyes, now dusky and darkened by lust and other emotions Zach dared not name.
Droplets of water were scattered all across Chris’ upper body, but Zach’s eyes were drawn to one droplet in particular that had begun a slow descent down the other man’s body. It began in the hollow of his neck, and Zach watched it, as the water traveled slowly down and over his chest and stomach. He forced himself to breathe. He forced himself to pull the lens back to take in the full measure of his friend’s body and realized that Chris had positioned himself to show it off to its fullest advantage.
His tanned skin glowed like golden honey in the candlelight. Zach saw the clear line of demarcation where the tan stopped, and the color shifted to a pale pearl shade just below where his board shorts had clung to his hips all summer.
Under the water, his legs seemed to stretch out for miles. He’d spread them open ever so slightly to properly present his spectacular package – his impressive dick resting on his stomach. Zach was mesmerized, watching the water lap at the other man’s hardening cock.
Oh my god, I’m being seduced by fucking Poseidon, Zach thought as a low growl escaped from deep in his throat.
Chris laughed. “See something you like, baby?”
“You know I do.”
“Well, stop wasting time, and get in here.”
Zach grabbed the edge of his T-shirt and he quickly pulled it over his head, letting the soft shirt flutter to the floor.
“You know, I really miss watching you undress.” Chris’ voice was soft, the slight hitch in it clearly evident.
He knew exactly what Chris meant – what he was feeling because Zach was feeling it, too.
It was the small things, the seemingly inconsequential, routine things that made their separation so difficult. Things like not being able to take pleasure in watching the other man disrobe even if it’s simply to take a shower – these were the things that grounded their relationship in reality, and he missed them so much.
Zach turned to face Chris full on. He didn’t say a word – words weren’t necessary. He slowly unbuckled his belt, taking his sweet time pulling it out of the belt loops and letting it drop to the floor. Chris gave him a predatory smile. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and Zach’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t help but notice that Chris was softly palming his hard cock.
This strip tease needed a bit of interaction, Zach thought to himself. He moved as close to the tub as he could get, then arched his back to push his crotch even further forward. All those years of yoga he’d practiced and the flexibility it afforded him were paying off in spades. He flicked open the button on his pants. He didn’t have to even beckon him. Chris knew what he wanted.
Chris pushed off the tub, cutting through the water like an Olympic swimmer, not stopping until he pulled himself up and out of the water with those amazingly strong arms. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, extinguishing some of the candles with a hiss. With his teeth, Chris pulled down the zipper of his pants, and Zach let out a strangled gasp.
When he’d finished, Chris looked up at him expectantly. It was the most beautiful sight that Zach had ever seen: His long, dark lashes formed into spikes by the water, droplets studding the ends of his lashes like tiny jewels. Rivulets of water cut shimmering paths down his neck, his arms, his chest. And his mouth, oh god, that wonderfully sinful mouth, smiling smugly up at him, calling to him like the Siren’s song.
It had been weeks since they kissed, and Zach found he craved those kisses like a drug. He’d never been this way with any other boyfriend, but Chris’ kisses were different and dark and delicious and decadent and desperate and dangerous.
Zach leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss, mouthing the words, “thank you” across his lips. It took all the strength he could muster to pull back and finish removing his clothes. He turned around and gave Chris a few ass shimmies as he removed his jeans.
“Yeah, baby. Take off. Take it all off.” Chris’ raucous laughter filled the room.
It quickly stilled, when Zach turned around, giving Chris a clear view of his own erection straining against his black, cotton boxer briefs. Without a word, he looped his thumbs under the waistband and quickly pulled them down and kicked them off.
“See something you like, handsome?” Zach rested his fists on his hips, his legs spread just so, and stared at Chris.
“You know I do. Zach, get the fuck in here, and well, fuck me.”
“When you put it like that how can I resist.”
He stepped into to the tub, letting the warm water envelop him as he floated over to Chris.
“Damn. This is the biggest tub, I’ve ever seen. It’s like the size of a small lake.”
“I know, it’s cool, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Zach murmured, gently kissing and nibbling at Chris mouth, cheekbones, temples, jaw, ears and back again. He pulled back a bit, and asked, “Champagne? What are we celebrating?”
Chris handed him a glass of bubbly, and took over from where Zach left off. Chris traced the edges of Zach’s mouth with the tip of his tongue. “Two things, actually,” he said before moving on to lick the shell of Zach’s ear. “One is you taking one for the team today.”
“Oh, you know I’d do anything for Leonard.”
“A magnanimous gesture none the less, Z.”
“Magnanimous? Oh, my god, one hell of a foreplay word.” Zach grinned at Chris, tipping his glass so that champagne spilled out across Chris’ chest and stomach.
“Shit. Shit. That’s so fucking cold,” Chris cried out between gasps and laughter. He somehow managed to place his glass on the tub’s edge, before Zach poured another round of bubbly down his body. “Stop it, you barbarous, mother-fucking scoundrel.”
“Barbarous, mother-fucking scoundrel? Oh, you brilliant bastard. Do you know how turned on I am?”
“I have a pretty good idea. My dick. Very hard. In need of immediate attention. And why the fuck did you pour champagne on me?”
“I don’t have time to sip it out of a glass, but plenty of time to lick off your body.”
“Oh, shit,” Chris moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
It was all the invitation that Zach needed. He captured Chris’ mouth in a deliciously messy kiss. It was fierce and ferocious kiss, borne out of weeks apart. There was nothing but raw, power in the bumping teeth and sparring tongues.
As he broke the kiss, Zach sucked hard on Chris’ bottom lip, drawing out the most wanton noises from the other man.
“Oh … fuck … missed you … so much.” Chris’ voice was deep and desperate, and it nearly drove Zach over the edge.
“Missed you more,” Zach answered before he dove for Chris’ neck. He made quick work of the other man’s neck, kissing, licking and biting his way down to his chest. Zach could taste the champagne on his skin. It was sweet and intoxicating, and he followed a champagne trail to Chris’ nipple. Chris gasped when he scraped his teeth across it. Smiling to himself, he captured the nipple with his mouth, sucking it until it was a hard, pink pebble. He turned to lavish attention on his other nipple, but Chris pulled him up until their faces were inches apart.
“Zach, stop teasing me already. If we had all night, it’d be one thing. Now, I’m tired of the appetizers, let’s move on to the main course, capiche?”
“Capiche? Oh I love it when you go all Corleone on my ass.”
“You do, huh? Well, Zach, leave the gun. Use your cannoli. NOW.”
Zach fell back from Chris, laughing so hard his sides hurt, the water catching him and enveloping him in its warmth. “You are too much, Pine.” With both hands, Zach pushed a wave of water at Chris, hitting him square in the face.
“Oh, so that’s how you want to play it.” Chris retaliated with staccato slaps to the water, sending it flying every direction.
They were splashing and laughing like two little boys in a neighborhood pool. This was why he loved sex with Chris. It was fun and exciting and adventurous. He couldn’t say that about most of the men he’d fucked.
Chris pulled him onto his lap. They were both panting, staring at each other. The emotions Zach saw in the other man’s eyes rocked him to the core. He was through with playtime; it was on to serious business.
Zach slid his body quickly down Chris’, making sure they never lost contact before coming to rest between the other man’s thighs. Zach’s body was flush with the bottom of the tub, his legs splayed out behind him. He raised up on his elbows just enough so his face was inches from Chris’ thick, throbbing cock.
He could see pre-cum already glistening on the head. He looked up to make sure that Chris was watching him. He was rewarded with the sight of Chris’ intense gaze staring down at him. Zach smiled before he darted his tongue out to lap up every last drop of pre-cum.
“Zach … Holy shit,” Chris gasped when Zach’s tongue made contact. His hands instinctively grabbed for Zach’s long-lost hair, having to settle instead for slowly massaging his fingers into Zach’s bristly scalp.
Zach sucked hard on the head, running his tongue around the sensitive ridge, darting in and out of the slit on top. Chris was moaning and keening more and more with each touch of his mouth, his tongue. Zach was certain there were no more beautiful sounds in the world than the ones that Chris was making right now. All he wanted to do was keep ratcheting up his efforts until he had Chris screaming.
He pulled his mouth away from Chris’ cock. Before Chris had a chance to react, Zach sucked him down whole.
“Fuck yeah,” Chris cried, thrusting his hips up into Zach’s mouth.
It was all that Zach could do to keep from choking. He relaxed his throat, trying to accommodate more and more of Chris’ cock. He moved into a kneeling position and used his knees to pin down Chris’ hips. He wrapped a hand around the base of the other man’s cock, stroking and pumping him while sucking him down deeply – just the way Chris liked it.
“Guh, Zach … ‘M so close … gonna cum.”
Zach pulled off of him with a pop. Chris moaned in protest. “Not yet, baby. That’s something I want us to do together.”
Zach pulled Chris up into a kneeling position, and turned Chris away from him to face the tub. Zach reached for a towel for Chris to lay his arms and head on.
He pulled himself flush with Chris’ back, kissing the nape of his neck, stroking his hands across the other man’s broad shoulders and down his sides. “You got lube?”
Chris laughed, his breathing still heavy with desire. “Now, what kind of Boy Scout do you take me for?” He reached over and grabbed the tube, placing it in Zach’s hand. “Have at it, buddy. Earn that Merit Badge.”
Zach laughed as he poured out some lube in his hands, coating his fingers with it, rubbing them together to warm it. He knelt behind Chris’ amazingly round ass. He squeezed and caressed each ass cheek, nipping at them with his teeth before spreading them. He bent closer blowing air up and down the crack. His tongue followed the same trail, licking and sucking at the sensitive area surrounding his opening. He alternated blowing and licking, sucking and blowing, until he was fairly certain he was driving Chris mad with desire.
“Oh. My. God. Zach … feels fucking amaz …”
His used his tongue to circle the tight, puckered flesh, stabbing at it and finally penetrating it. Chris screamed Zach’s name.
“Zach, are you … trying … trying … to fuckin’ … kill me?” Chris growled.
“And won’t you die a happy man?” Zach answered in a low voice.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Chris laughed. It was low and throaty. “Zach, you have my permission. Kill me now.”
“Not yet, baby, we have a bit more to do before you check out on me. I’m not so much into necrophilia, you know.”
“Whoa, Zachary. Necrophilia, really? This is an all-time low even for us. See no good can come from infrequent sex. It’s been so long since either of us had a good, rip-roaring bang, all kinds of weird shit’s coming up.”
“Hey will you shut up while prepare you for round 2.”
“Well, hell, Z. Since neither us have cum yet, I assumed we were still in round 1.”
“You know, I liked you better when all you could do was moan and grunt.”
“Why don’t you do something about tha--”
Zach pushed two fingers into Chris’ hole and began scissoring them.
“Guh … that’ll do it.”
“Hey, Chrissy, listen we need to talk about something serious.”
“Do you really think the best time to talk to me about something serious is when you have your fingers up my ass? Which. Feels. Incredible.”
“It’s all related,” Zach said, adding a third finger to the mix, eliciting even louder moans from Chris. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since my last test. If you haven’t been with anyone else since your last test except for me, I think we should go without a condom. With the water and all, it might be weird. But only if you’re comfortable.”
“I think weird pulled out of the station a while ago, but uh, I’m clean. No one but you. I’m ready. Fuck. Me. Now.”
“I love when you get bossy with me,” Zach said, coating his cock with lube. “You must have been a hell of a Dom in another life.”
“Who says I’m not one in this life?”
“Touché, Pine. That conversation will have to keep for another time.” Zach lined up with Chris’ hole and pushed through the first tight band of muscle. And it was his turn to lose all rational thought.
Despite the preparation, it had been awhile since they’d fucked, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t hurt Chris. He pushed through slowly, inch by inch, until he was in full hilt. He stilled for a moment, allowing Chris to adjust to him.
The tightness of Chris’ body engulfed him, and Zach was overwhelmed by emotion. How had he gone so long without this connection to … the man he loved? He could ignore, push it out of his mind, deflect it away all he wanted. But in this moment when rational thought had abandoned him, he found clarity – he was hopelessly in love with Chris Pine.
Chris, obviously tired of waiting for him to begin, leaned back against him. “Do it. Do it. Do it.”
“Yes, Captain.” Zach could see the sly smile on Chris’ face, as he began moving.
It may have been months since they’d last been together, but it took only mere minutes for them to find their rhythm. He drove into Chris, going deeper and harder and faster each time until he was pounding into Chris with wild abandon.
“Chris, god you feel … you feel so … fuck …”
Chris met him thrust for thrust, riding him hard like he was prize thoroughbred. Zach shifted slightly to ensure he was hitting Chris’ prostrate with every single thrust, and he was rewarded by the most wanton growls and grunts as the other man moved closer and closer to his release.
They’d fucked in the shower more times than Zach could count, but nothing compared to this – the added sensation of waves of water crashing against their bodies as their bodies pounded into each other. It elevated and intensified their actions, their movements, their feelings, and their emotions to heights greater than Zach had ever expected or ever experienced before.
“Zach, touch me. ‘M so close.” Chris leaned back against his body, desperately trying to ride it out, reaching his arm up behind him to caress Zach’s head and face. “Please … touch me.”
“I got you, babe,” Zach said, bringing his hand around to pump Chris’ cock. “Cum for me, Chris.”
It only took a few quick jerks before Chris growled Zach’s name as he shot white, hot stripes over his hand and across the tub wall. Zach continued to pump him until he was dry and sated.
The sight of Chris breaking into a million pieces at his doing became Zach’s undoing.
He held onto Chris’ hips for dear life, pounding into him for all he was worth. His breathing became more and more erratic with every thrust. He could no longer think. He could no longer form words, save for one. And it was that word he screamed as he hurtled over the precipice into the abyss of total bliss.
“Chris.”
They were quiet for several minutes, sitting side by side in the tub, slowly working their way back from nirvana. The only sounds in the room were their rapid-fire breathing and the lapping of water when one of them moved.
“Wow,” Zach finally said.
“Yeah, that was one for the record books.”
Zach reached for his glass of champagne and drained it. “Hey, earlier you said we were celebrating two things. The first one was magnanimous me. What’s the second thing?”
He was surprised to see the nervous look that briefly crossed Chris’ eyes. Chris downed his glass of champagne and swallowed hard.
“The second thing we’re celebrating is that I’m no longer a coward. Least I don’t think I’m a coward. Hell, I just need to say it, ‘cause it’s just going to slip out at the most awkward time. I just need to say it.”
Now it was his turn to be nervous.
Chris took a deep breath. “Zach, I love you.”
“Oh, Chris--”
“Wait, don’t say anything, please let me finish. If I don’t say these things now, I don’t know when I’ll have the strength or opportunity to do it. If this separation has taught me anything, it’s that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. I wake up every morning with the most sweet pain in my heart that I’ve ever experienced.
“I know this is probably not what you want to hear, or even what you want in your life, and I think I can be okay with that as long as I’m in your life in someway. It’s just … I love you, Zach. You are THE ONE for me. Even if I means I end up alone for the rest of my life because you don’t want the same thing, I won’t settle for anything less than the perfection I’ve found with you.”
Zach couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks.
Chris gathered him up in his arms. “Zach, I’m sorry I upset you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you sad.”
“These aren’t tears of sadness, you gorgeous dolt. I’m happy. That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, and you summed up perfectly what I feel for you, too.
“I love you, Chris. You are now and always will be the only man for me. How could you not know this?
“Ah, how Spockian of you, Zach. But to answer your question … I don’t know, maybe it’s the 2,451 miles that separates us most days. I don’t know how you’re spending your time and with whom. As a rule, I try not to dwell on thoughts of you with other men.”
“Point taken. And by the way, I don’t like to think about you with other men – or women for that matter. But earlier, when I told you we didn’t need to use a condom ‘cause I hadn’t been with anyone but you since my last test, didn’t you get that I meant I hadn’t been with anyone else?”
“Zach, I’m pretty good at multitasking, but not so much when I’m having sex – kinda singularly focused then.”
“Point taken, again.” Zach rested his forehead against Chris’. “Shit, I miss you so much, I miss this so much.”
“I miss you, too. There are some days I don’t think I can stand it. Everywhere I look I see something that reminds me of you, of us. Last week I was in Dick’s Sporting Goods – I know, I know your favorite store,” Chris said with a soft chuckle. “Anyway, there I was in Dick’s and there was this display with row after row of yoga mats. I had to leave the store before I made a total, blubbering fool of myself ‘cause all I could think of was you. Then, of course, all I could think of was you doing the Downward Dog, naked, and well, let’s just say “walking the dog” has taken on a whole new meaning for me.”
“Okay. Okay. Since it’s confession time,” Zach lowered his voice. “I haven’t missed a single episode of Wipeout this summer.”
Chris laughed. “It’s good, right?”
“I’m not sure I’d call it good, but I do seem to have some sort of pavlovian response every time I hear the words, ‘the Big Balls’.”
The floated together in the cooling bath water. Kissing. Touching. Trying to memorize every inch of the other man’s face and body.
The shrill sound of an alarm cut through their reverie. Chris reached back and turned it off.
“What was that?”
“That, Zach, is the sound of the metaphorical stroke of midnight. Come on, Cinderfella, it’s time to get you dressed. Your big silver carriage awaits to whisk you back to New York.”
Chris helped him out of the tub and began drying him off with a soft, plush towel.
“What if I’d prefer to miss my flight and stay here with you?”
“While I would love that, what kind of Prince Charming would I be if I let you miss your flight? C’mere,” Chris said as he pulled him into a strong embrace. “Now get dressed.” He gave Zach a quick slap on his rear, turning his attention to drying himself off. Chris pulled on one of the hotel’s plush bathrobes and leaned against the doorjamb and watched Zach get dressed.
“Chris, thank you,” Zach said as he pulled up his jeans and threaded his belt through the loops.
“For what?”
“For this. For all of this. For giving me the three greatest hours of my life.”
Chris blushed. “Knowing that you and I would be in the same time zone for the first time in months, how could I not do this? There was no way I was going to deprive myself of the three greatest hours of my life.”
Zach strode across the bathroom, taking Chris’ face in his hands, and kissed him as if it was the last thing he’d do on earth. When Chris broke the kiss, both men were gasping for air. “Come on, man, even Prince Charming has his limits,” he said grinning. “If you don’t go now. I’m not going to be able to let you go.”
“And, Prince Charming, this would be a bad thing how?”
Chris grinned at him as he picked up the phone on table next to the bed. Zach noticed the other man’s glasses and the book he was reading, The Passage, were also there. His heart constricted in his chest, as he wished it was a tableau playing out next to his bed in New York and not here in Vegas.
“May I speak with Aimee, please?” Chris reached out and twined his fingers with Zach’s, as if he couldn’t allow the connection between them to break … at least not yet. “Aimee, it’s Chris Pine. Zach will be coming down in a few minutes, will you make sure his car is ready. Okay, that will be great. Thanks again for everything.”
Chris hung up the phone and looked at Zach wistfully. “C’mere, baby. The least I can do is walk you to the door.”
“Why do I feel like I should be picking up a wad of bills from on top of the dresser on the way out?”
“Hey. There’s nothing sordid about spending a few hours in hotel room having wild sex with a man who’s not your husband.”
“Not yet, at least.”
“Not yet what?
“Duh. You’re not my husband yet.”
Chris stared at him for a moment, his mouth open in the most adorable way. But it quickly gave way to that Pine-trademarked smirk. “Oh, Mr. Quinto, you do know how to turn a man’s head.”
“You’re so easy.”
“Only for you, baby. I’m only easy for you.”
“And let’s keep it that way.” They’d reached the door. Zach pocketed his cell phone and wallet before taking Chris’ hands in his. “Listen, Chris, I can’t make any promises, but I’m going try to put together a few days when I can come and see you in Vancouver.”
“That would be amazing, Zach. No pressure. Remember, I’m going to be in New York this fall to shoot exteriors. As soon as I have the dates I’ll let you know. By the way, I told them I wouldn’t need a hotel room in New York – I’d be crashing with friends. I think Annie Hathaway still has a place in the city, or I know, maybe I can stay with your pal, Matt Bomer.”
“That would be no to first one, and Hell NO to the second one. I know you’ve got some sort of history with Hathaway, and I sure has hell don’t want you to develop one with Bomer. No, if you’re sleeping in anyone’s bed in New York, it’s mine.”
“Wow, relax. I’m teasing … always planned to crash with you, if you’d let me. Just so you know, Annie and I are friends, and as for Bomer, he can’t hold a candle to you my gorgeous, green-eyed monster. I never would have pegged you as the jealous type, Zach”
“I wasn’t … before you. Logic and common sense flew out the window the day you came into my life.”
Chris pulled him into an embrace. He sucked on earlobe before whispering in his ear. “Don’t feel bad. I was ready to beat the shit out of Jesse Tyler Ferguson if I had to see one more photo of him gazing at you like a cocker spaniel in heat.”
Zach laughed loudly. “A cocker spaniel in heat? Are you kidding me? He’s a friend, Chris, and so not my type. Have you seen you? You’re my type. But thanks for telling me that.”
“Come on,” Chris said, giving Zach a gentle nudge. “Aimee – the young, blonde concierge you met earlier – will meet you at fountain near the elevator banks. She’ll escort you to the car I ordered for you.”
“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” Zach shook his head, smiling at the amazing man before him. “You are tipping her well, right?”
“Oh, yeah, really well. Multiple zeros well.”
“Good. Hey listen, Chris, a couple of things before I leave. Now that we’re in an exclusive relationship, I expect phone sex often … and dirty texts whenever possible … and I want to hear your voice at least once every day.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“Oh, about Vancouver, don’t get too cozy with Thomas Hardy, or Reese Witherspoon for that matter. I think it’s been well established that you have a weakness for accents, blondes and blondes with accents. That’s why you can never act with Kate Winslet. Naomi Watts. Cate Blanchett--”
“Okay, okay,” Chris said laughing. “You’ve made your point, but who are you kidding when it comes to women, my libido shows no discrimination.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”
“Well, maybe this will. I think we’ve clearly established tonight that my type is the tall, dark and handsome variety, with a Pittsburgh accent, for realsies.”
It was Zach’s turn to blush. “God, I love you so much.”
“I love you, right back. Now go. Call when the wheels touch down so I know you’re safely on the ground, and call me when you get to your apartment so I know you’re safely home. And don’t worry about the time difference, it’s Vegas – you know the town that never sleeps.”
“I thought that was New York, but I will. When are you heading back to L.A.?”
“Not ‘til Monday. I’m just going chill out here. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go for a swim in the Wet Republic pool.”
“No. I’m invoking the boyfriend card. No swimming with scantily clad reality stars.”
“The boyfriend card? Do I get one of those, too? Don’t worry that’s the last place I’ll be found.”
They clung to each other, squeezing so tightly that Zach was sure a few ribs would be broken. After several desperate closed-mouth kisses later, they broke apart.
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” Chris said quietly.
“Me neither. I’ll just say, ‘I love you.’”
“I love you.”
Zach walked out the door, without looking back. Knowing if he did so, it would be undoing. Instead, he pulled out his phone and searched his calendar for dates when they could rendezvous again.
-- Fin --
August 31 2010, 06:02:39 UTC 1 year ago
Well, Zach, leave the gun. Use your cannoli.
OMG, I'm still laughing at that.
True story: When I went to Vegas with some friends, we stayed in Caesar's Palace; just a regular room, but the tub was huge and had a long slanted back that was perfect for... reclining. We called it the doublewide sex jacuzzi. And sadly, we only got to use it for bathing! ;o)
Anyway, thank you for this lovely fic!
August 31 2010, 06:17:20 UTC 1 year ago
Hells yeah! Alliteration gets me hot. (I want that on a t-shirt.)
September 30 2011, 18:28:36 UTC 8 months ago
~Mika
August 31 2010, 16:10:27 UTC 1 year ago
lol.
my school nurse is her cousin, and she always references her as cousin annie so this made me laugh.
bestestest most sweetest story ever-est! i am liking it so much i have abused, most thoroughly, the superlative.
August 31 2010, 23:28:34 UTC 1 year ago
I was ready to beat the shit out of Jesse Tyler Ferguson if I had to see one more photo of him gazing at you like a cocker spaniel in heat. - oooh, me too, me too!
Have you seen you? You’re my type.
so sweet. i love sweet "i love you" fics with hot sex. :-D
September 2 2010, 09:04:54 UTC 1 year ago
pinto be breakin' my heart.
i loved that they had a little SPLASHY FIGHT in the tub. it made me think of how men are usually ogling women doing that same thing at beaches and stuff. THE TABLES TURN.
their banter was also adorable. :)
September 3 2010, 11:36:19 UTC 1 year ago
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