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Title: Accidental Shirt Stealer
Author: [ profile] calidearie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, Christopher pining, voyeur!chris, Zachary/OMC, poor attempt at humor, angst, OOC, fluff, fluff, fluff
POV: Chris
Summary: Chris didn't mean to fall in love. But now that he is in love, what's a romantic to do?
Disclaimer: Not real. No profit has been gained from this. I only own the OC characters, anyone who is not Zach or Chris.
Beta: Not for this part
Author Notes: Sequel to Deserving. Thank you for all the kind reviews and support to continue. All the lovely comments fed the muse and now there is more!


Part 4

It had been two days since Chris had last seen Zach. And it had been nearly a week since they actually had the opportunity to meet. Zach had to do some Before The Door business. And like usual, he immersed himself in his work. Sometimes, Chris knew, Zach wouldn’t even stop to get a full nights sleep or pause to grab a decent meal to eat. Chris knew because he checked on him when he had to do some of his own business in New York.

Chris had wanted to surprise Zach and hopefully catch up with him on what had been going on for the past few days. So he dropped by his office to find that Zach was out running errands. That was supposed to be that.

However, later that day, Chris had actually seen Zach, by chance, walking on the side walk. Chris would have called out to him but something had stopped him. For some reason or other he had felt like he just wanted to see Zach be Zach with no one else around save for strangers passing.

Zach had been walking at a casual pace with his cell phone in hand as he talked into it. He had been wearing his striped blue and black sweater over what looked to be a plaid shirt underneath, a black and grey scarf, a black jacket, worn out jeans, and to top it off, his grey and purple beanie. Guh, Chris had thought, no one could dress the way Zach does; he wears clothes like the clothes wear him . The clothes don’t have to match. They don’t even have to look good as an ensemble or even separately. Once Zach pulls them on, something magical happens, they become Zach-esq and the result is utterly delicious.

Chris had noticed what looked to be a script tucked under Zach’s arm. He wondered what it could be for. When Zach came to a standstill to wait for the light signal to change, Chris smiled at the unconscious pose of his; hands in his pocket, his posture relaxed and elegant. Zach was oblivious to those around him. He didn’t turn to see what was causing the girl behind him to laugh. Nor did he take notice of the teen beside him, who stole a quick mobile pic of him. Chris wondered if Zach knew just how incredibly sexy he was without even trying. Chris had briefly entertained the thought that Zach was unaware of his striking, easily GQ looks.

However, Zach very well knew who he was. No question he was aware of his attractiveness. How could he not know? He’s not at all stupid in any way. And there’s no way of covering it up, so Zach played it up to his advantage. It’s part of his charm, really. His quiet confidence in himself and not afraid to just be who he is. And yet, whenever a fan takes notice of him and compliments him or his work, he is genuinely blown away. Surprised. Touched. And full of gratitude.

Zach had then crossed the street, stopping at a vendor to grab a pretzel. Chris had wondered whether that was his lunch or perhaps he had eaten earlier. Chris was willing to bet that it was the former.

So he had decided to text him.

‘Hey, what’s up?’

Chris had looked up just in time to see Zach switch his pretzel to his right hand so that he could text with his left.

‘eating lunch. heading to a meeting. back in two days. let’s hang?’

Chris had chuckled at his personal victory at having guessed correctly. The win was bittersweet as he realized that Zach wasn’t really taking care of himself. And Chris inhaled at the thought that he felt so inclined to want to be the one to take care of him.

Chris had decided not to let Zach know that he was in town.

‘Yeah. I can pick you up at the airport if you want.’

‘no need. joe will. thanks though. dude, papz found me. ttyl.’

Chris had looked up after he read the reply and was not surprised to see that Zach had already disappeared.

So Chris had headed back to the airport with time to spare. He had thought about delaying his flight and letting Zach know he was in town but he thought seeing him, even for just a moment, was enough.

He was wrong.

The two days felt like two weeks. Time had been very unkind to Chris. He thought he was going to die of boredom. Sure, he could have met up with his other friends, but who was he kidding? In all honesty, he would rather be alone. Chris chose to ignore his thoughts that were asking him why then had he been waiting for Zach’s company for the last week.

Chris’ heart nearly skipped a beat when his phone beeped at him.

‘you home?’

I will be once you’re here, was the first thought that crossed Chris’ mind. The next thought was when did he turn into such a forlorn teenaged girl.

‘Yeah. Come over if you want.’

‘kay. be there in twenty.’

Chris closed his eyes and wondered if he could survive the next twenty minutes Zachless. If two days felt like two weeks, would twenty minutes feel like twenty days? Chris didn’t have time to ponder the illogicness of it all as he realized that it’ll be hell for him once Zach finally got there. How he’ll want to touch but not be able to touch him in the way he wants to. How he’ll want to breathe him in when he gets close. How he will want to say the things he had wanted to say to him since he realized his feelings for him. And how he’ll want for Zach to say that he feels the same way. Chris sighed when he heard the doorbell. He stood and made his way to the door.
When he opened it, he didn’t expect Zach to look so rumpled and tired.

“Shit, man.”

“Yeah, I know. So tired I can’t sleep. Really, I didn’t know how tired I was until I got onto the plane. And you know how I can’t sleep on planes. So, uhh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” Chris said.

After a moment of just standing face to face, Chris swallowed as he watched in confusion as Zach took a step forward and lifted a hand to his shoulder and squeezed it, applying just enough pressure for Chris to feel the weight of it. Zach then took another step even closer.

Another hand came up to rest on the door beside Chris’ head. Zach was close enough for Chris to smell him. So familiar. So delicious. So Zach. Chris wasn’t aware that he had leaned closer into the slightly taller man until he felt the pressure at his shoulder increase even more. He found himself being nudged gently backwards until his back collided with the door. He didn’t realise that his eyes were closed until he opened them to find Zach looking at him with a look that Chris couldn’t describe. His body was mere inches away. So very near but much too far away. A half smile formed at Zach’s lips.

“Usually when somebody invites someone in, they move to allow for entrance,” Zach said, his voice low and raspy in that signature way of his.

It took Chris a moment to nod in reply, surprised at the thought of getting so easily caught up in the moment. He said nothing. A voice in his head announced: welcome to my personal hell. Chris closed the door without taking leave of the sight of Zach making his way in.

Zach stopped at the foyer and turned around just as the door clicked shut.

“Chris?” Zach said. Asked. Whispered.

And with that one word. Chris knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. The chemistry between them was too strong to ignore. The palpable tension in the air around them was too thick. The connection that they shared was too important for Chris to lose and much too valuable to just stand there and do nothing to strengthen it. “Zach.” The sound that came out of his mouth sounded unfamiliar, new and exciting, low and pitchy, and weak, but powerful. So powerful that his reply to Zach’s question was a declaration, and spurred several things to happen all at once.

Chris stepped back to find purchase on the door when Zach nearly crashed into him, pressing into him and holding him up all at the same time. Chris sighed in wonderment and wrapped his own arms around Zach’s shoulders as Zach buried his head where his shoulder and neck met. He breathed audibly, shakily as he grabbed a fistful of Chris’ sweater. It was all very cheesy, a moment straight out of rom-com movies. Only, it was the most veritable moment Chris ever experienced when Zach looked up, met his gaze, and their bodies aligned oh so perfectly. For the first time, nothing was barred between them.

They could have been standing there for only seconds, or hours, Chris didn’t care as Zach’s hand finally found his cheek and gently pulled him even closer. Chris closed his eyes, nearly moaning from just that touch alone. And then he felt it, Zach’s lips were meeting his. It was a tentative kiss. As if Zach was merely letting him know that he was there, here, that they were here together and asking if this was okay.

Chris opened his eyes and smiled, his cheek aflame in Zach’s warm hand.

“I...” Zach trailed off.

“Shut up,” Chris said, deciding that now was not the time for talking. He inclined his head and kissed Zach, deepening the kiss as soon as he felt Zach respond to it.

Zach sealed his mouth onto his. His fingers stroking the line of Chris’ jaw, angling it, coaxing his mouth open.

Chris, of course, had been kissed before, but not like this. He never felt like he was on the receiving end of a kiss. He had no other way of describing it. It felt good, nice, brilliant even. He delighted in the feel of Zach’s stubble against his upper lip as his own lips parted to take more of Zach in. Zach licked at him and he could have sworn someone moaned, he didn’t know who, but the sound rang in his ears and echoed as the kiss deepened even further. Zach’s tongue pushed inside him and he met his tongue with his own, caressing and welcoming him. Twirling. Twisting. Intertwining. It was too much and so not enough. Chris bit at Zach’s lower lip when he thought that the man was pulling away.

“Chris, Chris, Wait,” Zach said, urgently.

“What? No.” Chris pouted at the loss. He looked at Zach’s lips and couldn’t comprehend why they were separated from his own. He made a move to kiss Zach again, but Zach stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.

“Just give me a sec.” Zach leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lip before he dropped his hand and took a step back, cutting off contact entirely. Zach turned and moved to sit on the sofa.

“Okay, yeah,” Chris said. He wanted to sound like he was sure of himself. He wanted to sound like he knew exactly what he was doing as he followed Zach and sat next to him. The truth was he had no idea. He didn’t know just what or why Zach needed a second when everything was going so well.

Chris watched as Zach rubbed his face. His stomach twisted as he realized that Zach must be even more tired than he looked. He berated himself for choosing this time to make a move. “Wait a minute, you kissed me!” Chris’ eyes grew wide as he realized that he made that realization out loud. “I mean...What? I didn’t mean to say that,” Chris said, trying to think of words that should actually be spoken at times like these. “Fuck.”

“Chris, just shut up for a second, please,” Zach said quietly. He peeked a look at him from between his fingers. He sighed before he dropped his hand and sat back, leaning into the sofa. Zach looked at him for a moment and it should have been uncomfortable between them, but it wasn’t. “I... I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t... You could ask me to leave and I wouldn’t mind.”

“You’re apologizing? Fuck that, Zach! You can’t have possibly missed the fact that I was a willing participant.” Chris stood up, abruptly. He ran his fingers through his hair. He would have pulled on it if it weren’t so short. He looked at Zach, noticing first how his hair had grown long again and how nice it would be to have those locks between his fingers. The second thing he noticed was how surprised Zach looked. Taking advantage of Zach’s rare moment of speechlessness he said the next thing that came to mind. “I wanted to kiss you for weeks now, Zach. I think about it constantly. I think about it when we’re together and when we’re apart. I even dream about it. Fuck, the idea of kissing you was driving me insane. And now that I finally got a taste of it, you apologize?”

“I... Really?” Zach couldn’t have sounded more shocked.

At Zach’s look, Chris tried to swallow down the heat of his anger. He took Zach’s hand into his own and circled his thumb over his knuckles. He always liked Zach’s hands and always wondered what they would feel like. Zach’s fingers were long and narrow, and as he held them he could feel Zach’s strength as if it were leaking out of his skin. Chris smiled. “Yes, really,” he said, sincerely.

Zach sat, silent again.

Chris licked his lips as he sat back down. His thigh brushed against Zach’s and Chris may have been angry moments earlier but he was also still worked up over the kiss that he thought of pressing closer. When he heard Zach clear his throat he wondered if Zach was thinking the opposite. “You regret kissing me.” Chris heard himself whispering, and he let go of Zach’s hand as he turned to look away.

Zach sat up again, moving so that Chris actually felt the weight of Zach’s thigh press into his own. “Look at me, Chris,” Zach said quietly but steadily. When Chris met his eyes, he continued: “I don’t know what the hell happened. I wanted to kiss you. I just. No, I don’t regret it. It’s just we can’t let it happen again.”

“Why the hell not? And don’t tell me that it wasn’t good because damn it, it was. What else could you want in a kiss? There were fireworks, Zach.”

“Fireworks?” Zach repeated, chuckling and thereby breaking the tension in the room.

Chris rolled his eyes. “I hope you choke on your laughter because I know you felt it, too. Rockets would have gone off as well if you didn’t fucking stop me.” Chris grinned, knowing how obnoxious that could have sounded, but grateful that he knew that Zach totally understood his humor.

“Rockets, really? Fuck.” Zach laughed and elbowed him.

Chris couldn’t help but join him in his laughter.

When the laughter started to fade into heavy breathing, silence slowly enveloped them again.

“Chris, in all seriousness.” Zach started to say as he tried to find his voice again. “Not that the kiss wasn’t good. Like you said, there were fireworks. But it could only be a one time thing.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Sorry, but I can’t let you,” Zach said as he stood up.

“You can’t let me, Zach?” Chris asked, his voice breaking. He couldn’t just let Zach have his way. He couldn’t watch Zach walk away from this, from him. He grabbed for Zach’s hand and pulled him down. When Zach fell into the sofa, Chris straddled his legs.

“Chris, what?” Zach asked after an incredulous gasp that would have been quite comical had they been in a different situation.

Chris for the moment, wasn’t happy. He was on the verge of pleading and fuming. He was angry at Zach for being so dismissive of his feelings.

“What the hell are--”

“Come on, now. I’m sure this has happened to you before. Boy likes boy. Boy approaches boy. Boy kisses boy. Boy and boy live happily ever after--”


When Zach tried to break free, Chris only ground his hips more into Zach’s lap. “Oh, no, don’t you interrupt me. I made a mistake there, didn’t I?” Chris met Zach’s gaze and held Zach’s face so that he couldn’t turn away. “The happily ever after part, right?” The thought occurred to Chris just as he said the words. Zach looked like he was about to interrupt again and Chris feared that he had gone too far. With less bite in his tone, he continued: “You think we can’t work.”

Zach cleared his throat and looked away. He rubbed his face again before he met Chris’ gaze. “I... I don’t know. It was like I had to kiss you. I do like you, Chris.”

“I like you, too.”

Zach shook his head. “Maybe you think you do. But you can’t possibly--”

“Don’t say that I can’t anything, Zach. Is it because you think I’m straight?”

“Ummm... Think? You are straight. Need I remind you of your past girlfriends?”

“Exactly! Emphasis on the word ‘past’ but correction on the ‘straight’ part. Just because I haven’t ever been with a guy before doesn’t make me straight. I mean, you’ve had girlfriends in the past as well and when you told me that you’re gay, I never questioned it. Fuck labels, Zach. You were the last person I thought would--”

“Okay, you made your point. Fuck labels, I know. It’s just... I never thought that you would feel the same way.”

“Well, I do. And to be honest, saying that I love you would be more accurate.” Chris punched Zach’s arm when he saw that he was going silent again.

Zach shook his head and rubbed his arm. “Okay.”


“Okay.” Zach repeated.

Chris hit him again. “Don’t get all shy with words now. Fuck, you have to tell me what ‘okay’ means.”

Zach rolled his eyes and shoved Chris off his lap so he fell back onto the couch. Zach moved so he hovered over him, his slim hips moving easily between Chris' splayed legs.“Geez, that fucking hurt. And okay, maybe, maybe we could kiss again. That is, if you fucking stop hitting me you brute of a princess. I swear, we had more drama in the past five minutes than an effing drama.”

Chris smiled. “There wouldn’t have been any drama if you didn’t have to go and be all broody and shit. And did you just say effing after you said fucking?”

Zach groaned, tiredly, as he fell atop Chris’ chest. “This isn’t going to be easy.” Zach said, his voice muffled.

Chris knew that Zach was being serious. He knew what Zach meant that a relationship wouldn’t be easy and not because it was them. Okay, maybe that was a little part of it. But mostly it was because if their more than friends relationship--whatever it is--became public knowledge they would be risking a whole lot more than their careers. Chris didn’t care right then though. He carded his fingers through Zach’s hair. And smiled when he heard a soft moan. Oh, how good that sounded, Chris thought. He would have loved to hear that moan occur in a different context but he knew Zach was tired and realized this was probably the first time since his trip off to New York he felt relaxed enough to just be.

“Don’t stop,” Zach whispered and nuzzled his cheek against Chris’ chest.

Chris smiled and continued to run his fingers through Zach’s hair. Not ten minutes ago he was jealous of Zach’s own fingers for being able to do the exact same thing, and now, he realized, he could do it anytime he wanted. Change was good.


It was the middle of the day and Chris and Zach had no intentions of leaving the couch. Well, that is, Zach had fallen asleep atop Chris and Chris enjoyed being Zach’s pillow far too much to move, but after following Zach into slumber and waking up three hours later, his joints ached to be stretched and his stomach rumbled.

Chris looked down at Zach and smiled at their tangled limbs and bunched up clothes. Chris brushed his fingers across Zach’s cheek, who stirred easily. “You awake?”

Zach rubbed his cheek on his chest and moved his arms out from under him. “What happened? Did I just nap on you?” Zach asked quizzically.

Chris laughed at Zach’s scrunched up face. “Fuck Zach, you don’t remember the amazing sex we had after we agreed to be boyfriends?”

“Sex? Boyfriends? What even...”

Chris grinned and pulled him up by his shoulders before he could pull off from him. “Calm down, Zach. Was only kidding, your virtue is safe with me.”

Zach raised his eyebrow. “If in some way you think that I’m virginal in any way imaginable, I’m sorry to say that I’m going to have to disappoint you as you can’t be more wrong.” Zach slid his hand up Chris’ side as he spoke, His voice was low and Chris thought that he could actually feel the bravado behind Zach’s words as the sound vibrated into his gut.

“Oh?” Chris knew of course, hell, he’s seen a glimpse of what Zach was like in bed. He had his fantasies of being the one that Zach touched, fucked and made love to, but he never actually thought it would happen.

By way of answer, Zach merely grinned, his lip turning up just a fraction.

Chris swallowed as Zach shifted over him, his hips sliding deliciously between his legs. Chris didn’t think of his own stirring arousal until he felt the line of Zach’s evident excitement as their groins pressed together. Chris gasped in surprise as Zach canted his hips forward, bringing with it a maddening friction. Chris arched his back wanting to feel more. Anything. Everything. Just more.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Zach’s as Zach held onto his gaze as if it were a lifeline. They were fully clothed and yet Chris had never felt so exposed. As Zach hovered over him, aligning their bodies so perfectly, Chris didn’t think he had ever been in a position so intimate.

“I’m the one who should be worried for your virtue,” Zach whispered.

Chris felt the heat of his breath against his ear. He closed his eyes as a shiver race through his body. “Don't worry. I’m a big boy. I could take it.” Chris opened his eyes to see Zach lick his lips.

And then he kissed him. This kiss wasn’t like their first or second. This one was a devouring kiss. Zach kissed him like he was hungry for it. He licked into his mouth and swallowed his moans. And all Chris wanted to do was give him everything. He poured himself into his own caresses and licks, wanting to show Zach that this was what he wanted. And oh, he wanted it. He gripped Zach’s arm, wanting him closer.

Zach peppered kisses and teasing bites along his jaw and when he circled his hips and their chests collided together, Chris thought he could die.

Zach buried his head in the juncture of his neck and shoulder and Chris could feel more than hear the groan against his heated skin.

“Zach... please,” Chris didn’t know what he was asking and when Zach pressed a hand over his jean covered cock he knew that that was it.

Zach covered his lips again with his own as he rubbed him over his clothes. He found himself babbling as Zach applied just enough pressure to take his breath away. And then and then Zach was doing things, running his other hand over his side and found a way into his shirt. His finger brushed his nipple and he yelped in surprise. “Zach, fuck--”

“You feel good, Chris. You’re so tightly wound up, so...” Zach pressed the palm of his hand against his cock and rubbed up from base to tip in an even stoke, Chris nearly screamed. “So responsive and... loud, which shouldn’t surprise me at all.”

Chris couldn’t reply, he didn’t think he could form anything coherent to say. He ran his thumb across Zach’s cheekbone before raising his head to meet Zach’s. And just as he parted his mouth to let Chris in, Zach squeezed the outline of his cock through the material of his jeans and Chris was helpless to his body’s reaction as he arched towards Zach. “Guhhh, Zach...” Zach somehow undid the button and zip of his pants just as he felt his body tighten. He took hold of him, pulling him and squeezing him as he came and came and Chris never felt so gutted, so alive as his body shuddered.

When Chris opened his eyes, he found Zach watching him, a small smile at his lips.

“That was incredible.”

Chris couldn’t help but smile in agreement. His eyes drifted over Zach’s body, noticing the spots of come on his shirt. “You’re incredible,” Chris managed to say. His body still thrummed in pleasure and Chris didn’t know whether it was because he was still riding his orgasm or if it was because Zach was still gently stroking his slowly softening cock, and although it was sensitive it wasn’t so sensitive to the point of pain. “That feels...

“Too much?” Zach asked.

“Feels nice.” Chris corrected. “You don’t have to stop,” he whispered as he watched Zach, he was just about to close his eyes when he felt Zach shift. And that’s when he noticed that Zach was still very much aroused. “You didn’t come yet? I should have--”

Zach shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled and brought their foreheads together once again before he placed a small kiss on his nose. “There’s plenty of time for that. Right now, I think food is in order.” Zach made a move to get up, his long legs moving over the side of the couch.

Chris frowned. “Food can wait, I’m not hungry for it anyway. However, I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of you.” Chris grinned at his own words as he pressed his hand against the crotch of Zach’s jeans. He never touched another man’s dick before, and even if Zach still had his pants on, he thought it felt good and wondered how much better it would feel without the material separating them. He palmed Zach’s erection and grinned. It felt empowering, really. “Yeah, I bet you taste really good.”

Zach rolled his eyes, but returned Chris’ grin with his own. “You’re so cheesy, Pine. I wouldn’t be opposed to you tasting me, I look forward to it actually, but--” Zach said, gasping when Chris cupped his arousal and then decided to finger the outline of his dick. “Fuck, Chris!” Zach nearly lost himself from that touch alone. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath, as if he were trying to calm his nerves.

Zach laid a hand over his and gently removed his hand. “I heard your stomach growl earlier and I’m hungry, too.”

“But you’re so close, I could feel it.”

Zach grinned. “Come on. Food now, and then we could get to more sexy times later.”

Chris licked his lips and smiled. “More sexy times? Fuck, why did we not do this sooner? Think of all the sexy times we missed out on.”

Zach turned to look back at him. “I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

Chris laughed as he met up with Zach at the kitchen. “We better.”

Zach grinned as he allowed for Chris to pass him so he could slap his ass playfully, “Oh, we will. I plan to keep you up all night long. Now, make me some coffee.”

Chris laughed. “Coffee? You gonna fall asleep without it?”

“As if. I just want to see if you pass the boyfriend test.”

Chris smiled at the word boyfriend. “Boyfriend test?”

Zach chuckled. “Yeah, fuck if I’ll have a boyfriend who can’t make a decent cup--”

“It’ll be better than decent, the best, in fact.” Chris laughed.


A/N: Sorry if Zach and Chris seem OOC...
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