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Title: Out Tonight
Author: Yours truly (

rockinhamburger)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just how did Zach and Chris meet? There's some confusion over the matter, but the real story is too sordid to tell in any interview.
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Word Count: 2097
Warning: RPS, drug use, bitchiness
Notes: So, I wrote this as a response to

b_dsaint's prompt for Sinfest V4. The prompt was Chris/Zach - So let's find a bar so dark we forget who we are/And all the scars from the nevers and maybes die, and I delivered

Was it really too much to expect a little luck in the work department? Especially after so many years of having none of it? All Zach had wanted was a fair shot at this audition, and he'd blown it.

He was taking a leak when the hot-as-sin dude walked in (which was what initially grabbed Zach's attention) and over to the counter next to the sink. Without preamble, he pulled a cigarette case and a bag of cocaine out of his back pocket, and set up a line of cocaine on top of the cigarette case (which was what held Zach's attention). Then he snorted it.

Zach zipped himself up and strode over to the sink to wash his hands. The guy looked up as Zach turned the taps on. "Hey, I'm Chris Pine," Chris Pine said, and Zach watched the path Chris' tongue made along his bottom lip in the mirror.

"I'm Zach," Zach said, turning the taps off, drying his hands on a paper towel, and lobbing the crumpled mess into the trashcan by the stalls.

"Got a last name?" Chris asked. Zach decided there was absolutely no way Chris did that lick lip thing accidentally. It was far too sexy to be an accident.

"Maybe." Thinking of the awry audition, and thinking that he'd never done this before, and thinking that Chris Pine was so fucking hot, Zach asked, keeping his tone friendly and teasing, "Got a line for me to do?"

Chris hadn't yet put anything away. He proceeded to line one up for Zach, who responded by bending over the counter and snorting it. He straightened up, rubbed his nose, and flashed Chris Pine his most winning smile.

"Thanks, man. And it's Quinto," he added before nodding at Chris and walking out of the bathroom.

Three months later, their shared personal trainer went to introduce Chris to Zach.

"Chris, this is Zachary -"

"Quinto," Chris finished smoothly, smiling and doing that fucking lip thing again.

"You know each other?" he inquired, turning to look at Zach with surprise.

"We've met," Zach replied, returning the smile without hesitation.

"Awesome. On-set for something?"

Zach stared at his personal trainer, then back at Chris, who was watching him with even more interest. Figured Chris would be an aspiring actor, too.

"An actor, huh?" Chris smirked.

"Yeah. Just got my first gig, actually," Zach admitted.

"Really, man?" his trainer responded, in tones of enthusiasm. "Congrats! What's the gig?"

Zach shrugged, "For this TV series... 'The Others'. Just a small part, you know how it is. Gotta work your way up."

Both men before him nodded in agreement.

"Congratulations," Chris said. "Anyway, thanks for the session, buddy. Nice seeing you again, Zach." He smiled at them both, and then he licked his lip. Yeah, that was definitely purposeful...

"See you," Zach said as their trainer called, "see you next time, Chris! Thanks!" after Chris, who slipped out the front door of the little apartment studio and disappeared down the street.

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The next time Zach saw Chris was at a party for one of their mutual friends. Chris was sitting on the front step of the house, his arm around a very attractive blond woman who was seated beside him.

Well, definitely straight, then, Zach mused.

"What is this? There's no way LA's this small, man!" Chris laughed, jumping to his feet and pulling Zach into one of those man-hug back-slaps that Zach still struggled to get right.

Zach laughed. "I know, dude. It's like serendipity. What else is the universe going to throw at us?"

Chris grinned, and his eyes... how was it Zach hadn't noticed before? They were so electrifyingly blue. The blue shirt certainly helped bring them out. Zach felt as if he was being stripped bare by the intensity of Chris' gaze.

Then Chris cringed. "Shit, sorry," he said, because the blond woman (who Zach easily named Bitch in his head) Chris had been cuddling with was standing at Chris' side now. "Katrina, this is Zach, Zach, my date Katrina. Zach and I met through our personal trainer, right?"

Zach gave Chris a wry glance, then smirked, and turned on his charm. He reached a hand out to shake Bitch's hand and gave her a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you. Are you into acting, like Chris?"

She giggled and put her hand on Chris' well-defined bicep. "Oh no, but I do model."

"You don't say!" Zach laughed.

"Katrina and I met at..." he paused and glanced at Bitch, and Zach knew, without knowing how he knew, that Chris couldn't remember. This made Zach feel a hundred times better about the whole situation.

"At a function my friend Sally put on for her new art exhibit," she said, mistaking Chris' hesitation as a chance for her tell Zach about it.

It was smooth. Chris was obviously a smooth guy.

Zach smiled, trying to keep the fakeness out of it. "Well, that's great. I better go in there and say hi to Dave. You two cats take it easy, all right?"

"You too," Bitch trilled.

"Good seeing you, Zach," Chris said, and he sounded like he meant it.

"Ditto," Zach responded, moving around them to go into the house.

Zach mingled for about an hour, chatting amicably with some of the other guests at the party. Just after eleven, Zach stepped outside for a cigarette. Chris was standing on the driveway by himself, smoking a cigarette of his own. Zach shrugged and made his way over.

"Hey. Where's..." Zach blanked, trying to come up with a name that wasn't Bitch. Chris chuckled.

"Katrina?" he offered, smirking heavily. "Had to go. Early shoot in the morning."

Zach nodded. "She seems... nice." He paused, then figured what the hell. "Hot, too."

Chris chuckled. "Well, yeah, but she's got nothing between her ears."

Zach doubled over laughing. When he straightened up again, taking a few deep breaths and trying to smooth out his smile with his hand, Chris was watching him with an impossibly gorgeous smile on his face. Zach smiled back and leaned against the SUV sitting in the driveway. Chris stretched out next to him.

"You mean to tell me," Zach began, taking a drag of his cigarette, "she's not up for discussing the outdated paradigms of our consumer culture? I'm shocked; she seems so eloquent."

Chris broke out into laughter, and once he'd recovered he cleared his throat. "Paradigm. That's a good word," Chris said.

And then Zach was being kissed. By Chris Pine, who was an unbelievably good kisser. Chris kissed like he was born to do it. He gave equal attention to Zach's tongue and lips. His mouth was warm, and Zach could only attempt to match Chris' intensity.

They pulled apart to breathe, and Zach realized he was being pressed up against the SUV by Chris' hard, amazing body. Zach felt like he was in a daze. He could smell Chris' aftershave, and it was that, possibly more than the kiss, that really turned Zach on. "I... I thought... you were..."

Smooth, Quinto.

"Straight?" Chris rasped. His hands were still on Zach's hips. "For the most part, yeah. But I'm pretty flexible, Zachary Quinto, and I've wanted to fuck you since you angled for some of my coke by withholding your last name."

A jolt of pleasure shot straight to Zach's cock, and he let out a shaky breath. How was Chris managing full, intelligent sentences when Zach could barely get three words out? "Can't argue with logic like that," Zach breathed before pulling Chris into another kiss.

A few minutes later, when they were both breathing raggedly and pressing hard cocks against each other's pelvic bones, Chris dropped to his knees before Zach and unfastened Zach's jeans. Zach's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and he bit his lip to keep from coming on the spot. Chris Pine was quite clearly made for being on his knees, plain and simple.

"Chris?" he mumbled, looking down into intensely blue eyes.

"I know; we're kinda out in the open right now. Which means it's your job to keep watch."

Impossible, Zach thought, but he gasped as quietly as he could when Chris pulled out Zach's rock-hard cock and began stroking it with an expert hand.

"Mmmm," Zach moaned, head falling back against the SUV. He spared a moment to wonder whose car they were currently defiling, and Chris licked a hot path along the underside of Zach's dick, effectively cutting off that train of thought, and any other other that wasn't, "unhhhhh."

Zach's hands, seemingly without his permission, grabbed Chris' head, and then he was thrusting shallowly into Chris' mouth, expelling guttural groans of, "uh, yeah, yeah, Chris."

Something happened then. Chris did something with his mouth, Zach wasn't sure what exactly, but his mouth vibrated around Zach's dick. It took a few moments for Zach's lust-addled brain to realize that sensation was Chris moaning around his dick.

"Oh!" Zach moaned, loudly, but he really didn't care because Chris was actually swallowing Zach's dick. The entirety of Zach's dick was in Chris' mouth.

Zach let out a choked off moan, and then he was coming down Chris' throat, sobbing his orgasm into the night air, "Chris, Chris, oh fuuuuck, you're amazing!"

Chris licked him clean, stood up, and kissed Zach on the mouth. Zach hungrily kissed him back, pulling Chris flush against his body. He let his brain get back into commission before turning the two of them around so he could push Chris up against the car.

Zach unbuttoned Chris' jeans, reached into his briefs, and wrapped his hand around Chris' cock. Chris actually gasped. "Fuck," he sighed. Then Zach started moving his hand and Chris flailed for a moment before grabbing Zach's hip and bicep in his hands. "Shit!" he gasped. Zach kept his tight grip on Chris' erection, working Chris hard and fast. Chris' hands shook on Zach's body.

On a particularly hard pull, Chris went boneless against the car and moaned. It was, without a doubt, the sexiest sound Zach had ever heard in his life. He sped up his movements, and Chris moaned again, "duuuude, how - how - fuck, how is your grip so - so fucking -" He stopped speaking to open his mouth and pant, his hips thrusting into Zach's hand, probably of their own accord.

"Jesus, Zachary," Chris gritted through clenched teeth. Zach froze for about a second at the sound of his name, and then he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over Chris', licking his way in, all the while keeping the jerk of his hand on Chris' cock steady and unrelenting.

Zach moved to press a few kisses to Chris' jawbone, throat, and then he muttered, "you gonna come anytime soon?", and bit down on Chris' earlobe.

Chris gasped and came hard in Zach's hand. He managed to make a sound that definitely wasn't English, but still iterated everything Zach needed to know about his own hand job skills.

Zach pulled away a few moments later, bent to wipe Chris' come on the grass, and when he came back up, Chris pulled him into one chaste kiss.

"You're gonna kill me, Zachary," Chris muttered against Zach's mouth, his voice raspy presumably from his orgasm. "If that's how you jerk someone off, I'm almost scared for how you do everything else."

Zach flushed and grinned. "Well, hey, if you're uncomfortable, I don't have to suck your cock next time. We can just -"

Chris laughed breathlessly and kissed him again. "No, you're definitely sucking my cock at the nearest opportunity. And I'm actually gonna fuck you next time, too."

Despite his mind-shattering orgasm, Zach's dick still felt stirrings at those words.

Then Chris licked his bottom lip against Zach's mouth.

"Dude," Zach said, pulling back slightly to look Chris in the eyes. His heart thudded painfully in his chest, and he pushed away the swell of emotion to say, "you don't do that tongue thing on purpose!"

Chris looked confused. "Tongue thing? Like, when I was sucking your cock?" He laughed. "I can assure you, everything I did then was with intent."

Zach chuckled. "Ahhh. I see."

Well, really, there was no need to tell him. Chris Pine already had a fucking big head; he didn't need to know that he could inadvertently seduce the pants off pretty much anyone just by licking his lips. And Zach wasn't planning on telling him anytime soon.

"Let's go get a drink," Zach suggested.

They shared another quick kiss, and then they both turned and went back into the party.

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End.

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