Buddy (A Star Trek RPF Ficlet)
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therumjournalsTitle: Buddy
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Fandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Zach/Chris (friendship)
Rating: R
Word Count: 650
Warning: A bit of UST. Only a little bit.
Summary: The one time it happened.
A/N: I wrote this in my head during a really boring meeting.
For a moment after waking, Zach considers closing his eyes, snuggling down into the bedding for a little while longer, before he has to face the day.
Instead, he stretches and yawns, and his feet tangle in the covers as he turns onto his side.
Chris is already awake, his eyes a paler blue than Zach's used to seeing them, but he meets Zach’s gaze with the same focus, the same intensity of presence that he always has. “Morning.”
Zach smiles, unable to stop himself. He can still feel a thick, syrupy happiness sliding through his veins. “Hey,” he says softly. He shifts on the mattress, reaching out to set a hand on Chris’s stomach, thumb stroking across the warm skin. Leans down for a kiss, and his lips brush the corner of Chris’s mouth.
“Zach…”
“I know,” Zach whispers, rubbing his nose against Chris’s stubbled jaw. “I know.” He presses his face into Chris’s neck, and Chris tilts his head to let him.
Chris wraps an arm around Zach’s bare torso and squeezes tight. Zach hugs him back, breathes in and holds on, and lets go when he feels the involuntary twitch of muscles that he thinks means it's time to pull away.
They take their coffee out to the back balcony. Chris rests against the low wall, legs out in front of him, wearing pajama pants and nothing else. He blows on his coffee as the morning settles between them.
“Chris,” Zach starts, stops. Takes a sip of coffee. “Why did we-“ He meets Chris’s eyes, hoping he won’t have to finish the question.
Chris shrugs. “Because we wanted to? For fun.” A half-smile. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
Zach raises his eyebrows, tips his head, acknowledging. Yes.
“And I wanted to see what it was like.”
Fair enough. “And?”
“And it was…” His eyes flick to the side, considering. He looks back at Zach with a smile. “A little more rigorous than I expected.”
Zach chuckles softly and looks down at his mug. He remembers how Chris felt behind him, above him, grunting with exertion, fingers slipping on his hips. His own fingers slipping on his cock as he jacked himself to completion. Chris’s startled curse as he came, the way the sweat cooled on their skin as they drifted in and out of sleep, still tangled together, too lazy to move.
Zach's half-hard at the memories, and his pajama pants do nothing to hide the fact. His cheeks are warm, though he knows Chris doesn't care. He can feel Chris watching him and looks up to share a smile.
Chris takes another sip of coffee. Licks his lips, and Zach catches the flicker of concern in his eyes just before he speaks. “Hey, did you ever go on a second date with that guy-“
“Chris, don’t.”
Chris frowns. “I’m seriously just ask-“
“Just, don’t right now. Okay?” He meets Chris’s eyes, watches him struggle not to respond. Finally, he nods.
“Okay. Sorry.”
Zach downs the last of his coffee and stands, running a hand through his messy hair. “So, um-“
Chris straightens, sets his mug down. “I should go.”
“Yeah. I mean, you don’t – no, yeah, you should go.” They both laugh. “Resume normalcy. Please. Go. Be straight.”
Chris grins and gives him a little salute. “Will do.”
They stand for a second, then Chris steps forward to wrap his arms around Zach. Zach lets his eyes flutter shut as Chris brushes a light kiss against his temple.
“Love you, buddy,” Chris murmurs.
“Mmm. Hate you.”
Zach feels Chris smile against his cheek.
Zach closes the door behind Chris. Crosses his arms and gnaws on his bottom lip for a few seconds, before making his decision.
Back in the bedroom, he nestles down deep into the covers and closes his eyes.
Just a little while longer, before he has to face the day.
Author:
therumjournalsFandom: Star Trek RPF
Pairing: Zach/Chris (friendship)
Rating: R
Word Count: 650
Warning: A bit of UST. Only a little bit.
Summary: The one time it happened.
A/N: I wrote this in my head during a really boring meeting.
For a moment after waking, Zach considers closing his eyes, snuggling down into the bedding for a little while longer, before he has to face the day.
Instead, he stretches and yawns, and his feet tangle in the covers as he turns onto his side.
Chris is already awake, his eyes a paler blue than Zach's used to seeing them, but he meets Zach’s gaze with the same focus, the same intensity of presence that he always has. “Morning.”
Zach smiles, unable to stop himself. He can still feel a thick, syrupy happiness sliding through his veins. “Hey,” he says softly. He shifts on the mattress, reaching out to set a hand on Chris’s stomach, thumb stroking across the warm skin. Leans down for a kiss, and his lips brush the corner of Chris’s mouth.
“Zach…”
“I know,” Zach whispers, rubbing his nose against Chris’s stubbled jaw. “I know.” He presses his face into Chris’s neck, and Chris tilts his head to let him.
Chris wraps an arm around Zach’s bare torso and squeezes tight. Zach hugs him back, breathes in and holds on, and lets go when he feels the involuntary twitch of muscles that he thinks means it's time to pull away.
They take their coffee out to the back balcony. Chris rests against the low wall, legs out in front of him, wearing pajama pants and nothing else. He blows on his coffee as the morning settles between them.
“Chris,” Zach starts, stops. Takes a sip of coffee. “Why did we-“ He meets Chris’s eyes, hoping he won’t have to finish the question.
Chris shrugs. “Because we wanted to? For fun.” A half-smile. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
Zach raises his eyebrows, tips his head, acknowledging. Yes.
“And I wanted to see what it was like.”
Fair enough. “And?”
“And it was…” His eyes flick to the side, considering. He looks back at Zach with a smile. “A little more rigorous than I expected.”
Zach chuckles softly and looks down at his mug. He remembers how Chris felt behind him, above him, grunting with exertion, fingers slipping on his hips. His own fingers slipping on his cock as he jacked himself to completion. Chris’s startled curse as he came, the way the sweat cooled on their skin as they drifted in and out of sleep, still tangled together, too lazy to move.
Zach's half-hard at the memories, and his pajama pants do nothing to hide the fact. His cheeks are warm, though he knows Chris doesn't care. He can feel Chris watching him and looks up to share a smile.
Chris takes another sip of coffee. Licks his lips, and Zach catches the flicker of concern in his eyes just before he speaks. “Hey, did you ever go on a second date with that guy-“
“Chris, don’t.”
Chris frowns. “I’m seriously just ask-“
“Just, don’t right now. Okay?” He meets Chris’s eyes, watches him struggle not to respond. Finally, he nods.
“Okay. Sorry.”
Zach downs the last of his coffee and stands, running a hand through his messy hair. “So, um-“
Chris straightens, sets his mug down. “I should go.”
“Yeah. I mean, you don’t – no, yeah, you should go.” They both laugh. “Resume normalcy. Please. Go. Be straight.”
Chris grins and gives him a little salute. “Will do.”
They stand for a second, then Chris steps forward to wrap his arms around Zach. Zach lets his eyes flutter shut as Chris brushes a light kiss against his temple.
“Love you, buddy,” Chris murmurs.
“Mmm. Hate you.”
Zach feels Chris smile against his cheek.
Zach closes the door behind Chris. Crosses his arms and gnaws on his bottom lip for a few seconds, before making his decision.
Back in the bedroom, he nestles down deep into the covers and closes his eyes.
Just a little while longer, before he has to face the day.
