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rockinhamburgerTitle: Still Desire You
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Rating: PG-13 for Chris' potty mouth.
Pairing: Chris/Zach.
Word Count: Roughly 900.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Summary: This is a response to the prompt left on the trek_rpf_kink meme. The original prompt: Chris splits his lip somehow and has to get stitches, and the doctor urges him not to keep licking at it because it could get infected. Cue Chris going NUTS. And making the people around him nuts too. But Zach ends up getting the brunt of it. You can find the original prompt and response here!
Notes: I did my own little spin on the prompt, and to be honest, there's not really a whole lot in here besides some banter, long-suffering!Zach and bitchy!Chris. But it is kinda fun anyway!
"And then - get this, fuck, the guy tells me I'm not allowed to lick my lips until it's healed. I mean, shit, how the FUCK am I supposed to not lick my lips? That's, like, impossible."
Zach hums softly into the phone, cradling the phone to his ear with his shoulder. His hands are busy washing dishes, and his mind is focused on that task, so Chris' words only register about ten seconds after he says them.
"Wait," Zach says, and he shuts off the running water and relieves his shoulder form the awkward angle it's in. "Did you just say you're not allowed to lick your lips 'til the stitches heal?"
"Aren't you fucking listening?"
Zach flinches. Chris gets snippy - bitchy - when he's in a bad mood like this.
"Yes, I'm listening. Just got distracted for a minute."
Chris huffs.
"Don't lick your lips!" Zach warns, because he knows Chris was about to.
Chris groans and swears quietly under his breath. "This is fucking ridiculous!"
"All right, buddy," Zach mumbles, padding out into the entrance way and toeing on a pair of shoes. "I'm coming over to physically stop you from tearing open your lip again."
Chris groans again, but Zach hangs up before he can say another word.
*
Zach scans the medical advice sheet. "So, no licking your lips, only drink liquids through a straw, sponge clean your face, and restrict your talking." Zach looks up at Chris and smirks mischievously. "This'll be a cinch for you; you hardly talk at all!" he says. His voice is dripping in sarcasm.
Chris glares at Zach. "Fuck you very much."
Zach grins. "No, for serious, you really will be fine. Let's get settled on the couch with a classic, some pizza, and... well, you're cool with drinking beer through a straw, right?" he asks innocently, and then he adopts a face and voice he might use to talk to a 5-year-old. "I can get you a curly straw, if you want!"
Chris looks like he just might punch Zach, so Zach hastily retreats to the kitchen. He hears Chris settling huffily on the couch, and is 98% certain that's a distinct, angry "motherfucker!" coming from Chris' general direction.
*
"It's fine," JJ says during a quickly-thrown-together-emergency meeting. "We're ahead of schedule anyway; we just won't film any of Chris' scenes until he's healed up."
*
"Why aren't there any fucking straws here?" Chris shouts from the snack table. Zach turns, embarrassed for Chris, to stare incredulously at the man. Zach has never seen Chris be so deliberately rude before, except maybe to the paparazzi.
Chris is standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking, for all his 30 years, like a petulant, 5-year-old child. Zach figures at least he's staying in-character.
Zach sees a crew member scramble over with a box of straws about 10 seconds later. He decides he needs to have a talk with Chris about his attitude, and -- as Chris calls out, loudly, "and there's no fucking deviled eggs, either!" -- soon!
*
The cast members are out together for supper. Chris is two days away from getting the stitches removed, and everyone is literally counting down the hours behind his back. He's sitting at the table with Zach, Zoe, Karl, Anton, John, and Simon, and Zach knows just by looking at him that Chris is biting his tongue to keep from licking his lips.
The conversation topic is admittedly somewhat uninteresting, but it's not as bad as Chris makes it out to be when he eventually snaps. Zach could sense the growing tension gathering around Chris throughout the meal due to not being allowed, medically, to participate in the conversation all that much, and so Zach's wholly unsurprised when Chris bangs his fist hard on the table.
"Would you please give it a rest?" Chris whines. "No one gives a flying fuck about obscure horror/exploitation films from the 70s."
A ringing silence follows Chris' words. To his own surprise, it's Zach himself who gets miffed and comes to Simon's defense, even though he wasn't participating in the initial conversation. "Okay, Chris... Cut the crap, will you?"
Chris' eyes flash angrily. "What? It's true; no one cares."
Zach snaps, "And no one cares about your stupid stitches but we all have to deal with it just the same. Keep your damn mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say; didn't anyone teach you that in your many years of life?"
The silence is practically deafening.
Then Chris says, grudgingly but sincerely, "Sorry, Simon."
Zach glances around the table to see every single person apart from Chris hiding a grin. Zach grins surreptitiously back.
*
"Zach?" Chris says on the car ride home, about three minutes into the drive.
"Hmmm?"
"I really am sorry. I know I've been a little bitch all week --"
"Mhmm," Zach says fervently.
Chris barrels on, as if he hasn't heard Zach's comment even though he absolutely has, "-- and thanks for. Well, for keeping me at least a little bit in check."
"Don't mention it," Zach says wryly.
After thirty seconds of quiet, Chris says, "And thanks. For helping out this week, too. You've been... you've been really great."
Zach laughs, shaking his head. "It is too fucking hard for you to say sorry and thank-you, man. But you're welcome."
He glances sidelong at Chris and finds Chris giving Zach his first genuine smile in nearly seven days.
So Zach smiles back.
END.
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Author:
rockinhamburgerRating: PG-13 for Chris' potty mouth.
Pairing: Chris/Zach.
Word Count: Roughly 900.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Summary: This is a response to the prompt left on the trek_rpf_kink meme. The original prompt: Chris splits his lip somehow and has to get stitches, and the doctor urges him not to keep licking at it because it could get infected. Cue Chris going NUTS. And making the people around him nuts too. But Zach ends up getting the brunt of it. You can find the original prompt and response here!
Notes: I did my own little spin on the prompt, and to be honest, there's not really a whole lot in here besides some banter, long-suffering!Zach and bitchy!Chris. But it is kinda fun anyway!
"And then - get this, fuck, the guy tells me I'm not allowed to lick my lips until it's healed. I mean, shit, how the FUCK am I supposed to not lick my lips? That's, like, impossible."
Zach hums softly into the phone, cradling the phone to his ear with his shoulder. His hands are busy washing dishes, and his mind is focused on that task, so Chris' words only register about ten seconds after he says them.
"Wait," Zach says, and he shuts off the running water and relieves his shoulder form the awkward angle it's in. "Did you just say you're not allowed to lick your lips 'til the stitches heal?"
"Aren't you fucking listening?"
Zach flinches. Chris gets snippy - bitchy - when he's in a bad mood like this.
"Yes, I'm listening. Just got distracted for a minute."
Chris huffs.
"Don't lick your lips!" Zach warns, because he knows Chris was about to.
Chris groans and swears quietly under his breath. "This is fucking ridiculous!"
"All right, buddy," Zach mumbles, padding out into the entrance way and toeing on a pair of shoes. "I'm coming over to physically stop you from tearing open your lip again."
Chris groans again, but Zach hangs up before he can say another word.
*
Zach scans the medical advice sheet. "So, no licking your lips, only drink liquids through a straw, sponge clean your face, and restrict your talking." Zach looks up at Chris and smirks mischievously. "This'll be a cinch for you; you hardly talk at all!" he says. His voice is dripping in sarcasm.
Chris glares at Zach. "Fuck you very much."
Zach grins. "No, for serious, you really will be fine. Let's get settled on the couch with a classic, some pizza, and... well, you're cool with drinking beer through a straw, right?" he asks innocently, and then he adopts a face and voice he might use to talk to a 5-year-old. "I can get you a curly straw, if you want!"
Chris looks like he just might punch Zach, so Zach hastily retreats to the kitchen. He hears Chris settling huffily on the couch, and is 98% certain that's a distinct, angry "motherfucker!" coming from Chris' general direction.
*
"It's fine," JJ says during a quickly-thrown-together-emergency meeting. "We're ahead of schedule anyway; we just won't film any of Chris' scenes until he's healed up."
*
"Why aren't there any fucking straws here?" Chris shouts from the snack table. Zach turns, embarrassed for Chris, to stare incredulously at the man. Zach has never seen Chris be so deliberately rude before, except maybe to the paparazzi.
Chris is standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking, for all his 30 years, like a petulant, 5-year-old child. Zach figures at least he's staying in-character.
Zach sees a crew member scramble over with a box of straws about 10 seconds later. He decides he needs to have a talk with Chris about his attitude, and -- as Chris calls out, loudly, "and there's no fucking deviled eggs, either!" -- soon!
*
The cast members are out together for supper. Chris is two days away from getting the stitches removed, and everyone is literally counting down the hours behind his back. He's sitting at the table with Zach, Zoe, Karl, Anton, John, and Simon, and Zach knows just by looking at him that Chris is biting his tongue to keep from licking his lips.
The conversation topic is admittedly somewhat uninteresting, but it's not as bad as Chris makes it out to be when he eventually snaps. Zach could sense the growing tension gathering around Chris throughout the meal due to not being allowed, medically, to participate in the conversation all that much, and so Zach's wholly unsurprised when Chris bangs his fist hard on the table.
"Would you please give it a rest?" Chris whines. "No one gives a flying fuck about obscure horror/exploitation films from the 70s."
A ringing silence follows Chris' words. To his own surprise, it's Zach himself who gets miffed and comes to Simon's defense, even though he wasn't participating in the initial conversation. "Okay, Chris... Cut the crap, will you?"
Chris' eyes flash angrily. "What? It's true; no one cares."
Zach snaps, "And no one cares about your stupid stitches but we all have to deal with it just the same. Keep your damn mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say; didn't anyone teach you that in your many years of life?"
The silence is practically deafening.
Then Chris says, grudgingly but sincerely, "Sorry, Simon."
Zach glances around the table to see every single person apart from Chris hiding a grin. Zach grins surreptitiously back.
*
"Zach?" Chris says on the car ride home, about three minutes into the drive.
"Hmmm?"
"I really am sorry. I know I've been a little bitch all week --"
"Mhmm," Zach says fervently.
Chris barrels on, as if he hasn't heard Zach's comment even though he absolutely has, "-- and thanks for. Well, for keeping me at least a little bit in check."
"Don't mention it," Zach says wryly.
After thirty seconds of quiet, Chris says, "And thanks. For helping out this week, too. You've been... you've been really great."
Zach laughs, shaking his head. "It is too fucking hard for you to say sorry and thank-you, man. But you're welcome."
He glances sidelong at Chris and finds Chris giving Zach his first genuine smile in nearly seven days.
So Zach smiles back.
END.
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:19 pm (UTC)OP here! (I've never gotten a prompt filled before so I'm a bit giddy, sorry. XD)
This is so fantastic! The banter is so them and awesome, and I just love Zach's helping and his attitude, he's like the mature, wiser older brother.
Thank you so much! I hope you write more, because I love your writing. ♥
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Date: 2009-12-13 07:39 am (UTC)I totally feel his pain, it's like the "don't scratch!" with chicken pox and you spend you're entire time feeling like you're gonna kill someone, or cry.
*hugs Chris*
Adorable fic <3<3
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