Oh my god, hon, I'm giggling like a maniac, first at the fact that you read this at all, second, at the fact that you commented, and finally, that you left such an awesome, blush-inducing one!

I did a quick re-read of this before reading your comment (I do that so I don't have to go back up and remind myself what's being referenced in a comment), and I found so many things I hated about it, that I want to change, but your comment just made me so happy.

You voiced your appreciation (is that what we're calling it these days, self?) for things in this piece that I spent so much time considering, so I really am very glad you enjoyed them. The key-scrambling was THE FIRST thing that came to my mind when I read the prompt (apart from, duh, Zach riding Chris), and I really wanted to include that detail. Is there anything hotter than trying to do menial tasks and failing due to arousal? (Short answer: yes. But it's still quite hot, and I love writing it). The cigarette James Dean moment was another of those early imaginings, so I'm happy you liked it.

Also, I'm ecstatic the Chris-babble wasn't overdone. I was afraid it would come off as tacky or cheesy porn. So yay!

And YES re: GRABBING BICEPS. Whenever I see a pair of well-toned biceps, I always want to grab and lick them. And Chris's biceps are magic, so they must always be acknowledged!

Thank you SO MUCH for this lovely comment. My response is getting to be almost as long as the fic, so I'll stop flailing. But seriously, thank you!

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