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bootsonFandom: RPF – Star Trek XI
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Genre: Angst, Drama, Humor(maybe?)…basically, a variety
Rating: ranging up to hard R?
Warning: Slashyness
Disclaimer: I own the word order, but nothing else…herein or otherwise.
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pinto_fic! I’ve TRIED not to get back into RPF…but here I am. I blame the prettiness. Pretty boys are my weakness and, really, who can blame me? Anyway, these are generally disjointed; but looking back, some of these are linked if you look hard enough. And…basically, this is my first real shot at Pinto and I hope it isn’t complete trash.
The Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.
4. Do ten and post.
1. Fight Like a Girl – Bomshel
Sometimes, Zach wished Zoe was wrong more often than not; at least then he could claim infallibility on her more irrational claims, like this one. They were trapped on a flight, Zach lacking any route of escape. Not that he hadn’t tried. God, had he tried. Fixing his hair in the tiny bathroom, discussing schedules with anyone around him, goofing off with Chris. Granted, the last one hadn’t helped his case any, but it passed the time.
He glared across the aisle as Zoe stared blankly in response. Karl was trying not to get involved and failing miserably. “Just do it.”
Before he could even comment on the quality of campaign slogans as inappropriate advice columnists, Zoe was gesturing toward the back of Chris’ head. “You want him, you fight for him.”
“And how, pray tell, do you suggest I do that?” His voice was more cutting than he intended. The sound drifted over two rows and Chris turned confused blue eyes on the group.
Zach sank back in his seat and Zoe leaned closer. “Fight like a girl, baby.” Zach quirked an eyebrow up, forcing Zoe to continue. “Emotional warfare.”
2. Where I’m From – Jason Michael Carroll
Home. Zachary didn’t think he had ever felt such a rush as a plane descended. Yet, here he was, practically bouncing in his seat and checking his watch every thirty seconds. The man sitting beside him chuckled under his breath.
They hadn’t spoken much throughout the flight, just the basic pleasantries. Now, the fifty-something man was laughing out right. “Got someone to come home to, son?”
Zach smiled before he could help it, phone in hand. The second he could, the thing would be back on and he’d be hitting speed-dial three. “You could say that. I just missed some people.”
“Some person.” The man nodded, knowingly, and started checking through his own laptop case.
“My best friend. We lost touch a bit while I was away.” Zach saw the skepticism. “Honestly, sir, we’re only friends.”
“That’s what they all say, kid.” He had the audacity to wink. “See if you think that after the reunion.”
But Zach already knew he wasn’t only waiting to catch up with some random pal. The answer was scripted and he had to keep to that, but Zach knew how far gone he was over Christopher. Entirely too gone for comfort.
3. Good bye – Kristinia Debarge
This was getting ridiculous. If Chris was the type or had another couple drinks, he’d be throwing punches at a wall or at least calling some paps with outrageous tales. Audrina was killing him. If she wasn’t female, he’d ruin her. As it were, he considered it.
Instead, he threw himself into figuring out why exactly he was so ticked off. Sure, Miss Reality TV broke up with him, but he knew he was just a publicity stunt for her. It had been fun while it lasted, but he didn’t expect her to start spreading rumors the second it was over. How he was always talking about someone else, breaking plans to be with him - this someone he’d never have.
Rumors were as plentiful as lattes in L.A., but Chris couldn’t afford this to get out and back to Zach. That’s just what he needed, incessant awkwardness because he had the hots for Zach.
On second thought, he did hit the wall and regretted it immediately.
4. Do I – Luke Bryan
Weeks ago, you couldn’t keep them apart. A hand on a shoulder here, half a hug there, hand slipped inconspicuously into a back pocket, always touching. None of it seemed important until Chris realized how much he missed it. The absence he felt when Zach quit intentionally touching and flirting was profound.
Sitting in the older man’s living room with the distance of half their cast mates between them made Chris’ skin crawl. Every time Zach glanced at him and quickly averted his eyes, Chris’ face would heat until he was sure he was about to pass out. Half way through the second movie, Chris unceremoniously grabbed Zach’s arm, hauling him toward the dining room amid various complaints.
Chris spun around and locked his gaze on deep chocolate eyes, much more expressive than brown should be. The eyes seemed amused…smug. Normally, Chris would try to reason it out. Right now, he was too twisted up to care about one look and steeled himself for the impending rejection; at least he’d be able to say he tried. Hooking a hand behind Zach’s neck, Chris pulled their lips together in a harsh kiss. Zach’s lips seemed to twitch in a grin but the impression was soon drowned under other sensations as Zach shoved him against the wall.
5. Stay – Safetysuit
Christopher Pine could be a real piece of work sometimes. Most people didn’t know the subtle signs he gave, but Zach did. When Chris left his house that morning, no goodbye kiss and only a half-hearted comment about a full schedule, Zach knew something was wrong. Yet, he had no idea what had happened or how to fix it. And, dammit, he’d fix it somehow if Chris gave him the opportunity.
But Chris could be stubborn and Zach pretentious. After how long it took them to give in to their mutual attraction, they should know what it would be like when they fought. Neither one would give in easily. Chris had forced Zach’s hand by keeping quiet on the issue here…But Zach wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t going to beg Chris to come back, stay, sit, and talk this out, explain it.
Zachary didn’t beg and he wasn’t going to start now. No. No looks of longing or cute text messages. If Chris wanted to be angry, Chris could cave first. Because Chris was weak-willed…right. He closed his eyes and reached for his phone. One text wasn’t caving.
6. Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes – Fall Out Boy
Lips on his neck, jaw, shoulders, chest, everywhere at once only not. The scent of the room was intoxicating. Sweat, that woodsy cologne Chris liked so much, and sex. It filled the room until the air was thick with it, thick enough to choke him if he could breathe. Zach gasped, grinding up against Chris, desperate for any friction. There was too much for his senses to process but not enough contact for him to be quite fully satisfied either.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, he mused later. Their breathing was back to normal and they were both sticky with their mingled releases, but neither could build the energy to clean up just yet.
No, it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just a couple times during the press tour, but Zach was practically addicted and no one else listened as well without judging. Before long, he was at Chris’ and they were making empty promises to ease whatever internal dilemma the other was having. They were a mess, both of them; yet they fit together. And maybe, just maybe, those promises weren’t as far-fetched as Zach thought.
7. I Got Drunk – Montgomery Gentry
“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Chris muttered for the fourteenth time that night. His head was currently buried in a towel on his bathroom floor, Karl standing over him. “I disapprove of your disapproval.”
“It’s your own fault, kid,” Karl told him. His accent nearly hid the extra meaning. But Chris heard it and knew it was true.
Zach didn’t like to share and Chris knew that. Chris didn’t share well with others, either. But he’d done the unthinkable and Zach had lost it. Eloquence be damned, Zach had thrown all sorts of unnecessary things into the argument and left. Last Chris heard, he was at a party with Zoe and hitting on some irrelevant guy with blue eyes and dark hair. Next thing anyone knew, both were gone and so was Zach’s car.
It was his own fault.
8. Gravity – Sara Bareilles
Sometimes, nothing could keep him grounded. Zach tried yoga; he tried running; he always stuck to his routine. Usually, that allowed him to maintain his composure, until he was locked in a staring contest with impossibly blue eyes. Chris always tore him down without even meaning to. All he had to do was touch Zach on the wrist, lean in close, and it was over.
Zach lost his breath in these situations and knew Chris didn’t know what he was doing. Chris wasn’t Zach’s type and Zach knew that. He was a Hollywood pretty boy and what was Zach? He had style, but he lacked confidence too often. Chris sent off charisma in waves, that was why Zach was lost when he was with Chris.
At the same time, the other man just pulled him in and kept him grounded. Chris was gravity and Zach fell short of just enough strength to resist against that type of force.
9. Sunday Best – Augustana
Sunday mornings were Chris’ favorite. Days off were rare as hell, but Sundays were his days. Never anything to do on a Sunday and that’s what Chris liked best in life, those little pleasures of waking up late because you had nowhere to be.
But waking up on a Sunday and expecting a warm body against your side just to find cool sheets was disconcerting. His heart stopped for a full ten seconds, maybe more, Chris was sure. Dragging himself up from bed, feeling suddenly hollow, Chris pulled on last night’s jeans and stumbled through the bathroom then to the kitchen.
Hand rubbing at his eyes to relieve the sleepy haze, he stopped dead as he took in Zach sitting on the floor…Noah and leash at his side.
“Your sleep patterns disturb me. Are you aware it’s nearly noon?” He was grinning and Chris could only laugh in response.
10. Blur – Britney Spears
A single groan echoed through the room, reverberating off the bathroom ceiling and bouncing back with remarkable intensity. Chris rolled over and stared up, the room spinning and creating a range of colors with no distinct images. He barely sat up in time to dry heave into the toilet.
Little flickers of the night before flooded his mind, nothing clear enough and the time frame disjointed. He groaned again. “Fuck,” he whimpered in agony but got to his feet in a speedy yet ungraceful move when something warm touched his shoulder, a hand.
He swayed, unsteady, against the sink but Zach caught his shoulders and kept him upright. Chris couldn’t look at him, remembering very little but knowing he was in trouble.
“You try to make me hate you sometimes, don’t you?” Zach’s voice was serious, but resigned. Chris knew they’d have a serious discussion later, for now he was just grateful. Completely and irrevocably sorry, but grateful. An arm slid around his shoulders, pulling him from the room and Chris let some of the hole he’d created in his chest ease.
-fin-
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Genre: Angst, Drama, Humor(maybe?)…basically, a variety
Rating: ranging up to hard R?
Warning: Slashyness
Disclaimer: I own the word order, but nothing else…herein or otherwise.
A/N: Originally posted in
pinto_fic! I’ve TRIED not to get back into RPF…but here I am. I blame the prettiness. Pretty boys are my weakness and, really, who can blame me? Anyway, these are generally disjointed; but looking back, some of these are linked if you look hard enough. And…basically, this is my first real shot at Pinto and I hope it isn’t complete trash. The Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.
4. Do ten and post.
1. Fight Like a Girl – Bomshel
Sometimes, Zach wished Zoe was wrong more often than not; at least then he could claim infallibility on her more irrational claims, like this one. They were trapped on a flight, Zach lacking any route of escape. Not that he hadn’t tried. God, had he tried. Fixing his hair in the tiny bathroom, discussing schedules with anyone around him, goofing off with Chris. Granted, the last one hadn’t helped his case any, but it passed the time.
He glared across the aisle as Zoe stared blankly in response. Karl was trying not to get involved and failing miserably. “Just do it.”
Before he could even comment on the quality of campaign slogans as inappropriate advice columnists, Zoe was gesturing toward the back of Chris’ head. “You want him, you fight for him.”
“And how, pray tell, do you suggest I do that?” His voice was more cutting than he intended. The sound drifted over two rows and Chris turned confused blue eyes on the group.
Zach sank back in his seat and Zoe leaned closer. “Fight like a girl, baby.” Zach quirked an eyebrow up, forcing Zoe to continue. “Emotional warfare.”
2. Where I’m From – Jason Michael Carroll
Home. Zachary didn’t think he had ever felt such a rush as a plane descended. Yet, here he was, practically bouncing in his seat and checking his watch every thirty seconds. The man sitting beside him chuckled under his breath.
They hadn’t spoken much throughout the flight, just the basic pleasantries. Now, the fifty-something man was laughing out right. “Got someone to come home to, son?”
Zach smiled before he could help it, phone in hand. The second he could, the thing would be back on and he’d be hitting speed-dial three. “You could say that. I just missed some people.”
“Some person.” The man nodded, knowingly, and started checking through his own laptop case.
“My best friend. We lost touch a bit while I was away.” Zach saw the skepticism. “Honestly, sir, we’re only friends.”
“That’s what they all say, kid.” He had the audacity to wink. “See if you think that after the reunion.”
But Zach already knew he wasn’t only waiting to catch up with some random pal. The answer was scripted and he had to keep to that, but Zach knew how far gone he was over Christopher. Entirely too gone for comfort.
3. Good bye – Kristinia Debarge
This was getting ridiculous. If Chris was the type or had another couple drinks, he’d be throwing punches at a wall or at least calling some paps with outrageous tales. Audrina was killing him. If she wasn’t female, he’d ruin her. As it were, he considered it.
Instead, he threw himself into figuring out why exactly he was so ticked off. Sure, Miss Reality TV broke up with him, but he knew he was just a publicity stunt for her. It had been fun while it lasted, but he didn’t expect her to start spreading rumors the second it was over. How he was always talking about someone else, breaking plans to be with him - this someone he’d never have.
Rumors were as plentiful as lattes in L.A., but Chris couldn’t afford this to get out and back to Zach. That’s just what he needed, incessant awkwardness because he had the hots for Zach.
On second thought, he did hit the wall and regretted it immediately.
4. Do I – Luke Bryan
Weeks ago, you couldn’t keep them apart. A hand on a shoulder here, half a hug there, hand slipped inconspicuously into a back pocket, always touching. None of it seemed important until Chris realized how much he missed it. The absence he felt when Zach quit intentionally touching and flirting was profound.
Sitting in the older man’s living room with the distance of half their cast mates between them made Chris’ skin crawl. Every time Zach glanced at him and quickly averted his eyes, Chris’ face would heat until he was sure he was about to pass out. Half way through the second movie, Chris unceremoniously grabbed Zach’s arm, hauling him toward the dining room amid various complaints.
Chris spun around and locked his gaze on deep chocolate eyes, much more expressive than brown should be. The eyes seemed amused…smug. Normally, Chris would try to reason it out. Right now, he was too twisted up to care about one look and steeled himself for the impending rejection; at least he’d be able to say he tried. Hooking a hand behind Zach’s neck, Chris pulled their lips together in a harsh kiss. Zach’s lips seemed to twitch in a grin but the impression was soon drowned under other sensations as Zach shoved him against the wall.
5. Stay – Safetysuit
Christopher Pine could be a real piece of work sometimes. Most people didn’t know the subtle signs he gave, but Zach did. When Chris left his house that morning, no goodbye kiss and only a half-hearted comment about a full schedule, Zach knew something was wrong. Yet, he had no idea what had happened or how to fix it. And, dammit, he’d fix it somehow if Chris gave him the opportunity.
But Chris could be stubborn and Zach pretentious. After how long it took them to give in to their mutual attraction, they should know what it would be like when they fought. Neither one would give in easily. Chris had forced Zach’s hand by keeping quiet on the issue here…But Zach wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t going to beg Chris to come back, stay, sit, and talk this out, explain it.
Zachary didn’t beg and he wasn’t going to start now. No. No looks of longing or cute text messages. If Chris wanted to be angry, Chris could cave first. Because Chris was weak-willed…right. He closed his eyes and reached for his phone. One text wasn’t caving.
6. Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes – Fall Out Boy
Lips on his neck, jaw, shoulders, chest, everywhere at once only not. The scent of the room was intoxicating. Sweat, that woodsy cologne Chris liked so much, and sex. It filled the room until the air was thick with it, thick enough to choke him if he could breathe. Zach gasped, grinding up against Chris, desperate for any friction. There was too much for his senses to process but not enough contact for him to be quite fully satisfied either.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, he mused later. Their breathing was back to normal and they were both sticky with their mingled releases, but neither could build the energy to clean up just yet.
No, it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just a couple times during the press tour, but Zach was practically addicted and no one else listened as well without judging. Before long, he was at Chris’ and they were making empty promises to ease whatever internal dilemma the other was having. They were a mess, both of them; yet they fit together. And maybe, just maybe, those promises weren’t as far-fetched as Zach thought.
7. I Got Drunk – Montgomery Gentry
“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Chris muttered for the fourteenth time that night. His head was currently buried in a towel on his bathroom floor, Karl standing over him. “I disapprove of your disapproval.”
“It’s your own fault, kid,” Karl told him. His accent nearly hid the extra meaning. But Chris heard it and knew it was true.
Zach didn’t like to share and Chris knew that. Chris didn’t share well with others, either. But he’d done the unthinkable and Zach had lost it. Eloquence be damned, Zach had thrown all sorts of unnecessary things into the argument and left. Last Chris heard, he was at a party with Zoe and hitting on some irrelevant guy with blue eyes and dark hair. Next thing anyone knew, both were gone and so was Zach’s car.
It was his own fault.
8. Gravity – Sara Bareilles
Sometimes, nothing could keep him grounded. Zach tried yoga; he tried running; he always stuck to his routine. Usually, that allowed him to maintain his composure, until he was locked in a staring contest with impossibly blue eyes. Chris always tore him down without even meaning to. All he had to do was touch Zach on the wrist, lean in close, and it was over.
Zach lost his breath in these situations and knew Chris didn’t know what he was doing. Chris wasn’t Zach’s type and Zach knew that. He was a Hollywood pretty boy and what was Zach? He had style, but he lacked confidence too often. Chris sent off charisma in waves, that was why Zach was lost when he was with Chris.
At the same time, the other man just pulled him in and kept him grounded. Chris was gravity and Zach fell short of just enough strength to resist against that type of force.
9. Sunday Best – Augustana
Sunday mornings were Chris’ favorite. Days off were rare as hell, but Sundays were his days. Never anything to do on a Sunday and that’s what Chris liked best in life, those little pleasures of waking up late because you had nowhere to be.
But waking up on a Sunday and expecting a warm body against your side just to find cool sheets was disconcerting. His heart stopped for a full ten seconds, maybe more, Chris was sure. Dragging himself up from bed, feeling suddenly hollow, Chris pulled on last night’s jeans and stumbled through the bathroom then to the kitchen.
Hand rubbing at his eyes to relieve the sleepy haze, he stopped dead as he took in Zach sitting on the floor…Noah and leash at his side.
“Your sleep patterns disturb me. Are you aware it’s nearly noon?” He was grinning and Chris could only laugh in response.
10. Blur – Britney Spears
A single groan echoed through the room, reverberating off the bathroom ceiling and bouncing back with remarkable intensity. Chris rolled over and stared up, the room spinning and creating a range of colors with no distinct images. He barely sat up in time to dry heave into the toilet.
Little flickers of the night before flooded his mind, nothing clear enough and the time frame disjointed. He groaned again. “Fuck,” he whimpered in agony but got to his feet in a speedy yet ungraceful move when something warm touched his shoulder, a hand.
He swayed, unsteady, against the sink but Zach caught his shoulders and kept him upright. Chris couldn’t look at him, remembering very little but knowing he was in trouble.
“You try to make me hate you sometimes, don’t you?” Zach’s voice was serious, but resigned. Chris knew they’d have a serious discussion later, for now he was just grateful. Completely and irrevocably sorry, but grateful. An arm slid around his shoulders, pulling him from the room and Chris let some of the hole he’d created in his chest ease.
-fin-
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