Because of course I've gone insane and decided to write x reader and solo fics of characters I love, whilst also going over scene/character analysis of the movies I love (or you guys love that you want me to go over).
Link for Analysis Master List -> Character/Scene Analysis Master Post
Fic Master Lists are split into sections based on the amount of fics made for each character!
Link for Fic Master List P.1 -> Fic Master Post P.1
Link for Fic Master List P.2 -> Fic Master Post P.2
Obviously huge Stay (2005) spoilers, as well as TW for blood, death, self-harm, smoking, and subtle mentions of survivor's guilt/PTSD. Any and all pictures are fictional; any depictions of violence are fake.
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Sam hugs the way Henry does (he caresses their back and puts his head in their neck).
When Sam goes looking for Henry at the art store, there are people in the back carrying black umbrellas. Y'know. Like a funeral.
Henry's right side of his shirt collar is always tucked in. This could be a continuity error, or it could be because the way he landed when he crashed (his head laid to the right). Along with this, his collar isn't buttoned all the way because, as he's lying on the ground, Henry tells Sam he can't breathe, leading Sam to unbutton it.
On the topic of Henry's clothing, he always wears dark colors, but in his memories, he wears lighter ones. His shoelaces are also untied because that's how they were during the crash.
There's the repeated mention of confusing eye colors because Athena has brown eyes and Lila has blue. Henry was trying to decipher if it was really his girlfriend or not by the color of her eyes.
We can see this when Sam asks Lila out for coffee. There is a flash of the dream world Henry made, with Sam holding the ring and Lila's blue eyes masking the window.
As Sam is running to the Brooklyn bridge, there's photos of Henry's face and skulls scattered on advertisements. There's also mailboxes with the word "lies" on them.
When Sam falls on the stairs, there are flashes of Henry's memories in the form of pictures. In one of the flashes, Henry silhouette flickers between his normal self and his child self.
During that same scene, there are jellyfish in the background. Personally, I feel like these represent Athena because this was when Sam was chasing after her. That, or it could be his family/childhood.
During that same flashback, we see Henry and Athena doing the Sam thing Lila and Sam were doing at the beginning of the movie: reciting Hamlet and Henry drawing. This is one of the memories that shows Henry in lighter clothing. Plus more jellyfish.
Plus some more photos from it. It shows Henry with his family + his dog. The last one doesn't really make sense since Olive is said to have been put down when Henry was 12, but I think it's just showing adult Henry in child Henry's place. Even more jellyfish.
There are multiple shots throughout the film that visually align Henry with other characters, like Sam and Athena. I think this represents how this whole thing is a made up reality and that each "character" in it is just an extension of Henry's imagination.
There were multiple burn marks on Henry's arms. He chronically self-harmed. Athena also mentions this when Sam goes to meet her.
When Henry starts bleeding from his head, everyone stops to look at him. They do the same with Sam right after.
Ask and you shall receive (as if I didn’t want to write it lmao). Zack is a totally freak in this, but also quietly asking for permission every 2 seconds. That’s what I call balance.
Reader has a #huge you know what. I don’t know why, but that was the idea I came up with on the fly when I started writing this. Word Count: 1881
"So, how big's your dick, anyway?" Zack asked you, raising a brow. The room had been completely silent other than the TV playing on low volume until Zack opened his mouth and asked you that obscene question.
You stared at the TV with wide eyes for a moment before turning your head towards Zack. "Dude, what?"
Zack rolled his eyes like you were the one acting strange. "How big is your dick?"
You picked your jaw up off the floor and blinked at the side of his head. Zack was watching the TV with a bored expression on his bed in your shared hotel room. "Why do you wanna know?" You asked, head tilted.
Zack shrugged. "Dunno, just thought of it. I've never seen you naked, so, ya know."
He turned his head towards you and you wondered if he'd gotten a concussion earlier in the day without you noticing. You looked back at the TV as you thought of how to reply.
The easiest and fastest way to end this conversation was to just answer his question. So, may as well. "Average, I guess? I don't know, I've never been asked that question," You said quietly, eyes on the TV still.
Zack huffed and got up from his bed. "No way," He shook his head and sat down on the side of your bed. "I've seen you walk in tight pants. You're bigger than average."
You tore your eyes from the screen and stared at him in shock. "You're staring at my dick through my pants?"
"Yeah, it's not exactly hard to miss in those pants." Zack shot his eyes down to the pants you were wearing and you glanced down. You didn't see anything wrong with them.
"What are you talking about? These pants are fine," You tugged on a belt loop to emphasize your point. Zack rolled his eyes and motioned for you to get off the bed.
You stood up and Zack scanned you from head to toe. "Yeah, it's more obvious when you stand."
You looked down at yourself again and saw a faint outline where your crotch was. But not nearly as exaggerated as Zack was making it out to be. "Zack, I think you just like looking at my dick. It's really not that obvious."
Zack just shrugged dismissively and sat back down on the side of your bed. "Well, you see an outline, too, so you must know you're bigger than average." You sat down beside him and huffed a laugh.
"Zack, did you hit your head when I wasn't looking earlier?" You raised a hand to his head and felt along his scalp, looking for any bumps or cuts but felt nothing out of the ordinary. "Maybe you've just finally lost your mind…"
Zack batted your hands away half-heartedly and smiled at you. "Just curious. Can't I be curious?" You nodded with an unsure look on your face. Something about Zack's demeanor was off, but you couldn't place it.
"Well, we should both get ready for bed… Have to be on that plane early morning." You groaned as you recalled how little sleep the two of you would be getting tonight and stood up.
You went through your nightly routine, brushing your teeth and using the bathroom, before going back into the room and taking off your shirt.
Zack got up to go brush his teeth and use the bathroom himself and came back a few minutes later when you were slipping your belt off. You were moving slowly because you were tired, and Zack took the opportunity to watch as each new section of your body made itself visible to him.
You put the belt in your bag and reached for the waistband of your pants. Zack pretended to be busy getting his own clothes ready for the night, but watched you take your pants off and stared hard at the obvious bulge in your underwear.
"Jesus," Zack whispered to himself. "Save some ladies for the rest of us, okay?" He joked a bit louder and took off his shirt.
You shook your head with an amused smile. Zack whistled to get your attention before you could start getting dressed. You looked up, pants in hand, and saw Zack standing by his bed with his hands on his hips, just looking at you. "What?" You asked.
Zack took a few steps closer to you and took the pants out of your hands. He dropped them down on your bed and hummed in approval. "Seriously," He shook his head in exasperation. "Can't believe you said average."
You rolled your eyes and reached down for your pants but Zack sat down in front of them and looked up at you with a smirk. "You ever had someone fit everything in their mouth?" Zack asked, glancing down to stare at your bulge.
You blushed. "Zack, this is ridiculous— we need to sleep," You stammered out.
"Come on, amuse me!" Zack patted the bed beside him and you sat down with a sigh.
You thought over his question, Zack leaning back on his hands as he waited, and then shook your head. "Don't think so," You shrugged.
Zack's lips pulled into a thin line. "That's a shame," He said. Zack cleared his throat and slipped off the bed and down to the floor. Before you could ask what he was doing, Zack pushed your knees apart and knelt between your legs. "Bet I could."
You looked down at him with wide eyes. "Zack—" You almost choked on your spit when he placed his hands on your thighs. "We have to be up early tomorrow," You tried instead.
Zack only shrugged dismissively. "We barely get any sleep all the time, this is no different." He placed his hands on your waistband and looked up at you. You saw that his eyes actually appeared open now. He was giving you an out you knew he was totally okay with you using. Your eyes darted away from his when you nodded your consent.
Zack smiled and slipped his fingers under the waistband and pulled your underwear down. You lifted yourself off the bed to help and he kissed your knee as thanks. You felt yourself smile at the gesture and watched him slip your underwear off completely and toss it on the floor behind him.
Zack seemed to sigh in contentment when his eyes landed on your dick, and you shook your head. He was so fucking weird… why did you like that? Zack offered no warning before laying a warm hand around your length. Your knee jerked up at the sudden touch and he rubbed your thigh in apology. You put a hand on his head, and Zack pushed himself closer to the bed at the touch.
Zack felt over your length, tracing the veins and soft skin, seemingly marveling at your body. You sighed when his thumb traced the head, and he let his finger rub over the skin teasingly. "Zack," You warned immediately. He's always been a tease in every sense of the word, but you weren't about to deal with his taunting now.
Zack kissed your thigh and leaned forward. He looked up at you as he shifted your length in front of his lips and licked the tip. You tightened your hold on his head in response. "So much quieter now," You commented as you watched him give kitten-licks to your tip.
Zack hummed but didn't comment on your teasing. He finally wrapped his lips around your length and sank his head. You watched him almost take the entirety of your dick without gagging before he pulled away.
Zack panted as your dick slipped out of his mouth. "Shit, you are big…" He caught his breath and you stroked his hair without responding, just at a loss for words.
Zack took you back into his mouth and relaxed his jaw, sinking further and further down until his nose brushed your abdomen. He hummed softly in pride and then pulled back slowly.
Zack started bobbing his head on your length, trailing his tongue over your veins and sucking lightly as you gripped his hair. You panted above him and brought your second hand down to his head. You put it on the side of his head, brushing your thumb over his cheek for a second before resting it near his ear.
Zack started drooling over your legs and length, but he didn't care. All he could focus on was making you cum in his mouth.
He brought a hand down to the base of your length and stroked what he wasn't sucking. You kept letting out little pants and groans, which encouraged Zack to go faster and suck harder.
Zack felt your body tense and pulled back so less of your length was in his mouth. He wanted to be able to taste your cum as much as possible.
You came in his mouth and held onto his head tightly, gripping his roots, as your hips stuttered for a moment before stilling. Zack tasted your cum and groaned. You tasted better than he thought you would. He sucked down everything you spilled into his mouth before pulling off you, panting and licking his lips.
Zack used his hand around your base to gather all the excess cum he hadn't gotten, and sucked his fingers and palm clean. You watched his eyelids flutter at the taste and wondered if he'd been wanting to do this for a long time.
Zack opened his eyes and smiled up at you. You snickered at how proud of himself he looked, and watched him push himself up to stand. You saw that he'd cum in his pants and almost felt your jaw drop. "You came—"
Zack laughed at how surprised you sounded and just shrugged. "What can I say? I liked making you cum in my mouth."
You shook your head and fell back on the bed, trying to calm down your racing heart. Zack walked past you towards his bed and grabbed a new pair of underwear.
He went into the bathroom to grab a towel and cleaned himself before coming back to the bed and wiping you down. You tilted your head at him, looking on your face saying you could've done this yourself, but Zack just shushed you as he finished.
He disappeared back into the bathroom to get rid of the towel and then came back out, slipped his dirty underwear off, and put clean ones on.
You were starting to fall asleep just lying down on the bed, but Zack came over and shook your shoulder. "Come on, at least use a pillow." You finally pulled your underwear back up as you sighed at his words.
He made you get up and under the covers of the bed before slipping in beside you. You hadn't expected him to want to sleep next to you, but you weren't complaining. Zack shuffled closer to you and pulled you into his side. You laid your head on his chest and relaxed. He put a hand on your head and started petting your hair, sending you to sleep within minutes.
Zack seriously should've done this a while ago… He had been thinking about it for so, so long.
• Uhhh this is a scrap that I want to get out of the way but I don't want to get rid of it if that makes sense.
• It was a spur of the moment thing... I always love going out wearing my binder and when I was driving to holiday with my mom I just thought about colt for some reason and then spontaneously starting writing this...
• if you do read it: kinda suggestive, afab reader, colt and reader are dating, reader tries out a binder and colt supports them but is just worried about them abusing it just to not feel dysphoric. Colt gives reader a boob massage with both his hands and mouth.
• It is not finished and it is poop so be warned! Also I am non-binary so wearing my binder is just something that makes me feel comfortable, that's how I wanted to make reader.
(Maybe im just trying to keep you guys entertained while I think about the writing for the ryland fic)
One day on set, you noticed that there were provided binders for certain roles. You being you, you nicked one, and when you entered Colt's trailer to spend your break time with him, he couldn't help but notice the lack of something.
You yourself couldn't help but notice his lingering glances.
"Colt. Why do you keep staring at my chest?" You sounded curious yet smug.
Colt stammered before spitting it out, "Well i just couldn't help but notice that... there's something missing?"
You stared at him blankly, raising your brows.
"Where are your amazing boobs?" His head tilted and you broke into an amused smile. Only Colt would notice something like that.
"There in the same place that they're always in? I'm wearing a binder."
"Ohhh.. why?" Well that was a better reaction that it could've been.
"Just feels better. Don't tell anyone though, I kinda robbed it from the costumes people." You looked away sheepishly, only looking back at him when you felt his hands grip your sides.
"You're secrets safe with me, baby." Colt leaned down to press his lips to yours, a feeling blossomed within you, fluttering in your abdomen.
He wanted to show you that you could trust him with anything, that no matter what he would love you. Boobs or no boobs.
"Mm." He moaned quietly before pulling away slightly. "So... can I see it?"
A chuckle left your lips before your hands snaked down to the hem of your shirt, lifting the fabric to reveal the binder that wrapped around your chest, compressing your breasts.
You sighed when he ran his hands along your front, arching only a little into him.
"You better not wear this like crazy, I need you alive and breathing, or else we can't make out like usual." His voice was firm but still gentle.
"Don't worry, Colt, I won't. Just for a little while."
"Good. If not ill just take it off myself." He threatened jokingly.
"Calm down, stuntman." You teased back, "You can trust me."
"Mhm." He agreed, leaning in for a kiss, your fingers threading through his bleached strands. The pair of you deepened it until you pulled away.
"How many stunts you got left today?" You wondered.
"Hmm. Onlyyy.. three small ones." Colt hummed.
"Only? I better not see you with the medics later."
"You wont." He paused. "I hope." He winked.
You punched his arm lightly, brows furrowed, then followed it with another kiss because he's obsessed with your lips. "I'm being serious!"
"So am I!" He copied your tone, cheesing.
He carried on after your confused expression, "Your binder. If I see you afterwards and that thing isn't off–" "Okay, okay! I get it. Jeez." You snickered.
As the day was wrapping up, you and colt had a quiet journey back to his seaside apartment–both being pretty tired after a long day of recording scenes and doing re-takes and for him: doing multiple stunts.
Since it had been a day of focus and intricacies, you had your head in the clouds a little bit, just being glad to finally spend a night with your boyfriend.
You and Colt decided to order takeout since you were both too fatigued to make a big meal, settling for cuddling on the couch as the TV plays some nonsense instead.
It only took a few minutes of lying still to realise your chest had been hurting a little more than usual, that thought reminded you of the fact you were still wearing the stolen binder. Well shit...
"Uh, not to alarm you, Colt, but i kinda forgot to take off the binder." You murmured.
"You– baby, I told you this would happen." He sighed in amusement, sitting up properly so you were arm to arm, turning his head to you.
"Didn't you say you'd take it off for me?" You teased, wiggling your brows.
"Yes. Yes I did, and i always keep my promises." He agrees, hands already finding the hem of your shirt as he gently lays you on the couch, holding himself above you with his other limb.
You watched soundly as he removed the thin cloth, revealing the fabric of the binder, compressing your chest and making it just a little harder to breathe. Oh, and you couldn't forget about the ache in your back.
"God, you know how dangerous this was? I get you might feel more comfortable without them but you can't wear it this long, babe."
And you even had the nerve to roll your eyes at his concern.
"What was that? Did you just–?" He laughed, baffled.
"Maybe I did, maybe i didn't, you gonna take this off me yet? They're sore..." you whined playfully, knowing he was getting fustrated.
Colt growled just faintly, but you still heard it, clearly he was trying to keep himself composed.
Rough fingertips trailed up your sides and along the fabric of the binder to the straps, carefully lifting them and soon enough safely removing the binder.
Your breasts finally free from the compression, he leaned his head down, nuzzling his face within the valley between the two soft mounds, letting out a deep, gravelly sigh, even breathing in your scent.
"Oh, that's so much better..." A breathe you didn't know you had been holding spilled from your lips and you tilted your head back against the couches arm.
"How sore are they?" He didn't even require an answer before he cupped your boobs with his hands, keeping his thumb clear from your nipples as to not cause any pain just incase they're sensitive.
"Hmph... 6/10." You concluded.
"Okay.. that's not so bad, but it's still not good." Colt scolded, thinking you were listening while you relished in the feeling of his fondling. Colt's hands are the perfect size for your chest to fit in each palm, and his passion just added on to that.
After moments of massaging your aching breasts as well as licking them, sucking your nipples and leaving trails of wet kisses in-between them, he decides it's questionnaire time.
His head rested on your chest while your fingers threaded through his bleach-blonde tips. "So, why did you steal it in the first place?"
"Hm, I've always wanted a binder. Sometimes I love my boobs... but most of the time they're just in the way, and i feel like it'd be easier without them." Your voice was soft as you spoke, opening up about how you felt.
"But they're beautiful?" Colt mumbled, glancing up at you.
"Yeahhh." You agreed with a small sigh, then added, "With the binder on, I just feel more... me. It just feels right."
He nodded, understanding how you felt. "Well, I'll buy you an actual one, so you don't have to use a stolen one from the costumes department."
A smile graced your lips at his open support and even spoiling connotation. "Really?" He nodded against your skin, his expression mirroring your own.
A beat of comfortable silence passed before Colt spoke up, "Do you wanna talk more about it? Like.. how you feel inside?"
"Hmmaybe another day when I've gotten more sleep." Your words turned into a yawn from just talking about it and he agreed, knowing the long day had wrecked you both.
"That's fine with me, baby."
P.S : I put a lot more thought into the second half...
Hehehe, full send. Zack and Court's age gap is #mentioned and talked about... they both like it, they told me. Word Count: 3106
Zack has been pissing Court off the entire day. He's been barking at everyone for some goddamn reason despite everyone following every order perfectly. Court was getting pretty fucking sick of his shit by the time training for the day ended.
Everyone essentially scurried away from Zack except for Court. Zack huffed to himself as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the showers, Court following like a shadow.
Zack went into the shower room on the opposite side of their barracks to get away from everyone, and Court took note of that. Weird. He's just been fucking weird all day.
Zack threw the door to the showers open, thank God no one else was inside, and threw his bag on the sink countertop.
Court walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He watched Zack unzip his bag, shoulders tense, and pull out a new set of clothes.
Court wondered if he would have to be the one to break the silence this time around. Zack glanced over at him, finally, and sighed. "Yes?" Oh, good, Court didn't have to speak first, but he certainly didn't like Zack's tone.
"What's wrong with you?" Court asked quietly, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. "You've been off all day."
Zack set his clothes on top of his bag and placed his hands on the counter. "I'm fine," He said, looking down at the sink.
Court took a step towards him and tilted his head. "Come on…," He trailed off. He took a step closer to Zack and looked up at his face. Zack was tense everywhere. It was odd to see him act so unlike himself.
Zack stood fully and pulled at the end of his shirt before balling it up and placing it on his bag. Court checked to ensure he wasn't hiding any injures and he wasn't, so Court was back to being lost.
Zack bit his lip as he fidgeted with his belt. Another thing he didn't do— fidget, even when he was nervous. "Just wound up, don't know why," He finally admitted. He took off his belt and placed it down on the sink with a clang.
"So you acted like that the entire day," Court raised a brow. He knew he might be getting pushy, but he was worried. Zack never acted this way.
"Yeah," Zack snapped. He ran a hand down his face and sighed. "Just go, I'll cool off and come back to barracks later."
Court thought about listening, but Zack had yet to give him any reason to suggest that the man was actually okay. "No," Court said firmly. "Not leaving till you tell me the truth."
Zack rolled his eyes. "Court."
Court crossed his arms as Zack turned towards him. "Zack," He shot back in the same tone.
Zack looked down as he thought. "You won't make it weird?" He glanced up at Court seriously, and Court's brows furrowed.
"Why would I make anything weird?" Court asked.
"Ya know," Zack shrugged. "'Cause it's weird."
"I'm not gonna make anything weird, promise," Court said softly. He watched Zack relax just a bit before the tension returned.
"Just sick of giving orders," Zack admitted quietly. Court looked at him for a moment and then blinked.
"That's your problem?" He said incredulously. "You're sick of barking at everyone?"
Zack put his hands on the sink and dropped his head. "No— yes, a little. It's weird."
Court was at a loss. He had no idea what Zack was talking about or how to help in any way. "Zack, explain it to me."
Zack took a deep breath and nodded. "M'kay…" He tapped his fingers on the sink before continuing. "…I like when people give me orders."
Court strained to hear his voice— which was a fucking first— and remained confused once he processed what Zack said. "You get orders all the time…?"
Zack huffed in frustration and lowered his head further down towards the countertop. It was like he was trying to disappear but failing miserably. "I do— Not that kind of order… another kind, ya know?"
Court had to sit and think about what the fuck Zack could be talking about before it clicked. "Oh," He said.
Zack dropped his head fully down and put his hands on the sides of his head, trying to hide out of embarrassment. "Yeah, oh."
Court cocked his head at Zack. "You've been a dick all day 'cause you're horny?"
Zack groaned and hid his face behind his hands. Court snorted at his superior's actions and smacked the man's shoulder. "Aww, you're so horny, you're angry… and to think you had me worried," Court teased.
Zack groaned dramatically this time and then stood up. His face had a hint of blush on it, and Court had to bite back a smirk.
"Shut up, Gentry," Zack murmured before walking away towards one of the shower stalls.
Court followed, laughing silently behind the man's back, and watched Zack's broad shoulders for a moment before speaking. "You want orders, I can give 'em," Court didn't exactly sound confident but he was being genuine. If Zack needed someone to tell him what to do, Court could do that for him.
Zack froze, and Court almost walked into him. "What?" He asked Court over his shoulder.
"You need someone to listen to, right?" Court asked quietly. "You can listen to me."
Zack didn't move for a minute, and Court wondered if he'd severely fucked this up, and then Court received a small, "You don't have to."
Court took a step forward and laid a hand on Zack's lower back. The man turned halfway around at the touch and was looking at Court hopefully. "I want to," Court responded with a subtle nod.
Zack turned towards him fully, and Court looked up at him, lost as to where to start.
"I need to shower… so do you," Zack whispered, looking at the showers and then back at Court.
Court nodded and motioned towards one of the stalls. "Go turn the water on then, I need to undress." He turned back towards where they'd come from without waiting for Zack to reply.
Court got out of his clothes and walked back through the shower room, hearing one shower on and seeing Zack's clothes on the ground.
Zack was standing under the water spray, soaking and running a hand through his hair. Court stepped up behind him and ran a hand down his arm.
Zack turned around, and Court saw that he was hard. Court flicked his eyes up to Zack's, but the man was letting the water run down his face.
Court brushed his hand over Zack's hip to get his attention and watched him wipe the water off his face. "Hmm?"
Court wasn't sure what to do for Zack, but the man kept looking down at Court's length while licking his lips.
"Step back," Court pushed Zack's shoulder gently, and the man moved out from directly under the water without hesitation. Court stepped under the water, soaking his hair before taking a half-step back. "C'mere," He held a hand out, and Zack blocked the water as he stood directly in front of Court.
Court thought about teasing, thought about dragging this out, but clearly, Zack needed this now. He's been waiting all day. "Kneel," Court's eyes flicked to the ground as he spoke.
Zack hummed in the back of his throat and sank to his knees. He looked up at Court and pawed at Court's thighs, waiting to be told what to do.
Court ran a hand through Zack's hair, separating it into sections and staring hard at the white strands. "You got some seasoning in you, huh?"
Zack squeezed his thighs and clenched his mouth shut, fighting the urge to make Court move faster.
Court fidgeted more with the white hairs and dragged his nails along Zack's scalp. The water hit the back of Zack's head as he moved his hand, and Zack leaned his head against Court's thigh.
Court pulled Zack's face away from his thigh and held him gently. "Put your hands on me, I know you want to."
Zack wrapped his hands around Court's dick and sighed in relief. Finally.
"Listen to everything I say without any backtalk… sure you're not a puppy?" Court parted Zack's hair to let the water hit it evenly.
Zack licked his lips and experimentally stroked Court's length. Court froze and gripped his hair tightly. "Zack," He scolded, and Zack's hand stopped moving. "Good. You listen so well."
Zack felt himself shudder and his dick twitch at the praise. Dammit, Court's going to use that against him. "Court," He begged silently.
Court took the bottle of shampoo from the shelf and squeezed some out onto his hand. "Think you can focus while I scrub your hair?"
Zack nodded, and Court permitted him to stroke his length. Zack felt Court's fingertips massaging the shampoo into his hair and closed his eyes a moment before refocusing on pumping Court's dick.
Court took a steadying breath and started rinsing the shampoo out. "Use your tongue, but don't put it in your mouth," He told Zack after the shampoo was fully washed away.
Zack hummed and leaned forward, licking the tip of his dick and groaning at the taste. Court held the back of his tightly for a second as he collected himself before letting go to grab the bottle of conditioner.
Zack licked along the underside of Court's length and flicked his tongue across his tip over and over again, lapping at it as if his life depended on it.
Court started working the conditioner into Zack's hair, and shushed him when Court had to pull his head away from Court's dick. "Just a second," He whispered as he ran his fingers through Zack's hair to get the conditioner out.
Zack collected the spit in his mouth and let it seep onto Court's tip as he ran his tongue across it. Court stilled his head, and Zack looked up at him with blown-out eyes. "Use your mouth now, you did well."
Zack gripped the base of Court's dick and wrapped his lips around the tip. He groaned at finally being allowed to use his mouth and flicked his tongue. Zack felt himself dripping precum despite the water running down his body.
Court couldn't wash Zack's body in this position, so he decided to clean his own hair in the meantime. He got through shampooing his hair okay, but the moment he trailed his fingers through his hair with the conditioner, Zack started bobbing his head up and down.
"Zack," Court croaked out. Zack froze, ready to be scolded for not following orders— for not having patience, but Court just rolled his hips experimentally.
Zack gripped his thigh tightly and moaned. Court smirked and got the conditioner in his hair evenly before looking down at Zack. "This what you wanted all along?"
Zack nodded as much as he could and hummed in affirmation. Court leaned into the water to rinse the conditioner out, letting his dick slide deeper into Zack's mouth.
Zack's nails dug into Court's leg as he choked on the man's length. Court pulled away the water, wiping it off his face, and saw Zack drooling.
"Suck, Zack. I'll tell you when to stop," Court threaded his fingers through the hair at the top of Zack's head and watched as Zack started sucking him off.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste and feeling and dropped his hand away from Court's length to take hold of his own. Court gripped his hair a bit tighter and pulled his mouth almost completely off his dick. "You only touch yourself until I tell you to stop," Court said as he grazed his nails over Zack's scalp and waited until the man nodded with a small, broken hum to let him continue moving.
Zack took hold of his own dick and started stroking himself, moaning around Court's length when he pressed his thumb into his tip. Court thrusted his hips once, then twice into Zack's mouth, and watched the man's eyelids flutter, and his breathing turn heavy. "Bet you've been leaking all day— just waiting for someone to order you around," Court spoke down to Zack, and the man squirmed at his words. "Gotta take care of my seniors, right?"
Zack gagged when he took too much of Court's length, and Court pulled his head back so he wouldn't keep making himself gag. Zack stroked himself furiously, wanting to cum so badly now that he'd finally gotten what he wanted all day, but Court could hear his little groans and whines become louder and more needy, and put an end to it. "Stop," Court patted Zack's cheek approvingly when the man stopped jerking off. "Make me cum and then you can," He pet Zack's cheek with his thumb as he spoke.
Zack put his hand back up to rest on Court's thigh. It was slick with his precum and the water running from the shower, but Court didn't mind. Zack started bobbing his head and then reached up to squeeze Court's hip. Court tilted his head questioningly at the man, and Zack tugged his hip forward so Court's length would thrust into his mouth. Really, Court shouldn't be surprised by the things Zack liked or wanted… but here he was.
Court rolled his hips into Zack's mouth, only taking a few seconds to time his thrusts correctly before Zack started sucking him. Zack breathed heavily through his nose, uncaring for the water hitting the back of his head and spraying over his face. All he wanted was for Court to cum. He needed Coudt to cum.
Court let out breathy moans and sighs the closer he got, and warned Zack when he was going to cum. Zack hummed in approval and kept working Court inside his mouth even as the man's hips stuttered and stilled as he came.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste of Court's cum on his tongue and sucked as much of it down as he could. He kept bobbing his head on Court's dick, somehow lost in the pleasure of making someone else cum and then tasting it.
Court winced at the overstimulation and gently pulled Zack's mouth off his length. Zack breathed heavily as drool and cum dripped down the sides of his mouth. Court looked down at Zack's length and saw that the man was achingly hard and leaking all over the shower floor.
"You can cum now," Court pet Zack's hair, and Zack leaned his face against Court's thigh, breathing in deeply before wrapping a hand around himself again.
Zack panted into Court's skin as he stroked himself quickly, not bothering to pick up speed over time, and moaned quietly into Court's leg. He grabbed hold of Court's hip and held on tightly as he neared his climax. Court carded his fingers through Zack's hair as the man gasped, went still, and came on the floor.
Court praised him quietly, and Zack lifted his now cum covered hand to rest on Court's other hip. He gripped Court's hips tightly as he caught his breath.
Court took hold of one of Zack's hands. "You okay?" He asked softly.
Zack nodded before sitting back on his feet. "Shit," He whispered. "Needed that."
Court laughed at his tone and blissful expression before helping Zack to his feet. Zack used his shoulder to stabilize himself, and Court was reminded of how much bigger the man in front of him was as the water stopped touching Court.
Zack turned around, facing the water spray, and grabbed hold of the body wash. "C'mere," He dragged Court under the water spray, soaking his hair again, and started scrubbing down his body.
Court went to interject and say he could do this himself, but Zack only huffed and continued cleaning him. Zack finished cleaning his torso and arms and crouched down to clean his legs.
Court put a hand on Zack's head without thinking and was rewarded with a smirk directed up at him. "Think you like my hair more than me."
Court messed Zack's hair up in response. Zack ignored his now messy, wet hair and ran the soap over Court's legs and ass. He squeezed Court's ass before dropping his hands away and standing again.
He smiled at Court's surprised and slightly embarrassed expression before making Court stand under the water to clean off.
Zack scrubbed himself as Court washed the soap off and then rinsed himself quickly before shutting the water off.
Zack reached for a towel he'd set up near his clothes on the floor and wrapped it around Court's neck. Court put his hands on the towel as Zack stepped out of the stall to get himself a towel.
Court wiped himself dry and stepped out, following Zack's wet footprints back to the sink. Zack had a towel wrapped around his waist and was tossing his dirty clothes into his bag.
Court grabbed his own clothes and started dressing. Zack glanced back at him and smiled genuinely. He didn't say anything, but Court nodded at him as he finished getting dressed.
Zack got dressed a second later, tossing his towel in the bin of used towels alongside Court's.
They walked over to the door together, and Court unlocked it. Zack put a hand on the heavy wood to stop him from opening it, so Court turned to look at him with his brows pulled together.
"Thanks," Zack whispered and let go of the door. He pulled it open himself as Court cleared his throat and they started walking down the hallway together towards their barracks.
Court didn't respond to his thanks and put his hands in his pockets. Zack glanced at him and bumped his shoulder. "Sure aren't acting like I just swallowed your cum," He smirked as he watched Court choke on his spit. "And there it is."
Court elbowed him in the side, but all Zack did was laugh and tug Court into his side. He patted Court's shoulder and leaned down into his ear, "You do take good care of your seniors. I'll have to pay you back somehow."
Court blushed and ducked his head down, but kept walking with Zack's arm thrown over his shoulders. The man teased him for his red face, actually reaching a hand up to punch his cheek, but didn't comment any further.
Court sighed but couldn't help the little smile that made its way onto his face. Maybe what they'd just done helped Court calm down, too…
