#thread: beginnings

[sterling-in-indieland]

Reversed Dalton || Barry & Seb

Sebastian had taken off after classes had let out to go to the Lima Bean, his chance to spy on that happy couple everyone had been raving about. This Klaine, the former star of Dalton Blaine and his annoying girl like lover they called Kurt. He got there before he knew they’d arrived ordered himself a Hot Venti Chai Tea Latte with a scone, and made his way towards the back of the shop to set up his homework and get ready to spy on the two lover birds. Pulling out his chemistry homework he got to work his eyes scanning the shop every so often for the obnoxiousness that was Kurt Hummel and the ever gorgeous Blaine Anderson. 

@thenerdyspeedster

[amxllionfaces-blog]

Beginnings

Percy couldn’t say he had ever been nervous about talking to a girl before. Not really nervous, at least. Not nervous in the sense that he would almost rather not talk to her for the way that his stomach turned in anticipatory knots and his hands worried themselves at the hems on the inside of his robe pockets. That was a strange thing for him; he knew, logically, that no matter what she said, Penelope wouldn’t be cruel about it. She wouldn’t laugh, she wouldn’t act as though it were some terrible imposition that he’d asked in the first place. But she might not say yes, and it was there that Percy’s nerves lay.

He’d put off asking her as it was, much though he shouldn’t have. The Hogsmeade trip was today, after all, and what if Penelope had found someone better to go with? What if she had better things to do with her day than spend it hanging about with him? Not that they didn’t spend a good part of their Hogsmeade trips together anyway with mutual friends, but it was... different. When the request was added onto it, it became a date, and Percy couldn’t be sure Penelope would even want to go on a date with him. Even if the attraction and the butterflies seemed to be a mutual item.

He had to try, though. And so, Percy found himself at the bottom of Ravenclaw tower, awaiting the girl’s descent so that he could speak to her. He knew the answer to their riddle this time, for once -- what is found both in the ocean and the tabletop, and is created when a base and an acid mix? why salt, of course -- and could easily have gone up himself, but he’d already requested that a younger year run up and get her on their way in just moments ago. It would be more polite, he thought, to wait. And so, he rocked back on his heels as he waited for her, looking up with a smile when she exited the dorm at last.

“Hello, Penny,” he greeted, watching her take the steps down to him before he continued. “I know it’s last minute and you probably have other plans already, but I was just wondering if... If maybe you would like to...” There it was again; the nerves had swelled up into his throat upon seeing her in front of him, and Percy was really a fool right now, wasn’t he? He was stuttering over himself as if they hadn’t just been Potions partners a few days prior, as if he didn’t have lunch with her on a regular basis. And so he cleared his throat and forced himself to finish through his nerves. “If you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me today. Together.”

[zqandcfine]

Chris is quickly reduced to shameless panting, his mouth falling open and his eyes squeezed shut.  Zach's hand moving over them is sure and fast and so good that he can't focus on anything else.  The heat pooling in his stomach makes him groan.  He's nearly burning up with the need to come; he's never needed anything more in his entire life, it seems.   Chris opens his eyes, looks back at Zach and there's something in the other man's eyes and he can't look away.  When Zach comes, Chris swallows and looks down, watching the other man's come coat his hand and the whole thing is so unreal, so perfect and exactly like he'd imagined.  "Zach, I--" he pants.  Zach's thumb flicks over the head of his dick and that's it for Chris; he squeezes his eyes shut and comes hard.  

He lays there for a minute after, breathing gradually slowing.  Chris rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, a stupid grin working it's way onto his face.  His whole body is relaxed and he just feels good, better than he's felt in a long time.  "Fuck," he says, and laughs.  He turns his head to look at Zach, his eyes shining.  "I think I needed that."  It's not awkward, Chris realizes.  Not strange.  Nothing has changed between them save for the fact that they're both without clothes on his bed in a hotel room in Moscow, and Zach just gave him one of the better hand jobs he's received in his life. He vaguely wonders what other talents Zach has that Chris has yet to realize and his chest swells with the realization that this is just the beginning.  The beginning of the press tour, the beginning of...them as a real thing.  

He rolls off the bed and heads into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a damp washcloth.  He wipes himself off and tosses it at Zach, pulling back the covers to lay in the bed because fuck, he's tired.  

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Chris is suddenly cold without Zach's weight on top of him and a shiver runs through his body.  He looks over and Zach looks wrecked, like he's just ran over someone's cat and Chris's heart sinks.  He didn't mean to make Zach feel like he's done something wrong.  

"Hey, man, it's fine.  Really I just needed to--yeah.  I just needed a sec, that's all."  

He brings Zach's thumb into his mouth for a fraction of a second, bites down before releasing it.  He still wants Zach, that fact is clear in both his mind and the aching hardness between his legs.  He just needed a second to breathe.  At Zach's words he lets out a small laugh.  "I do tend to have that effect on people.  It's okay, really."  Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, inching forward back to the heat radiating from Zach's body.  

Chris's heart starts that frantic beating again when Zach kisses his hands and he swallows, unsure of how to react.  Zach is touching him as if he might break, looking at him like he's somehow something special.  Chris can't remember a time when anyone ever looked at him like that, and suddenly his throat feels tight but his chest swells with something Chris isn't sure he's ready to accept. 

Nodding at the other man's words, Chris pushes his hips forward again to meet Zach's.  "Of course," he whispers, a little breathlessly this time.  "But I trust you."  When the words leave his mouth he knows that he means them completely.  With all that's been happening to him in the past few years, the fame, the press conferences, the paparazzi, Zach has always been there like an anchor keeping him grounded.  The realization startles him slightly and he looks at Zach as if for the first time.  "I trust you," he repeats, and brings their mouths together again.  

The pace is slower this time, less frenzied.  Chris takes the time to open his mouth and map out the crevices of Zach's with his tongue, the ridges of his teeth.  He wraps a hand around Zach's back, running his hand down to the dip in the small of his back, tentatively over the curve of his ass.  When he pushes his erection into Zach's, Chris lets out a desperate groan.  "Please," he breathes, using his other hand to push Zach's between their bodies to wrap around both of them.  

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Everything is moving so fast that Chris can barely keep up.  Zach seemed to be everywhere at once, hands running down his sides, hips grinding into his own, lips on his face, neck, chest.  He's not used to letting other people take control but the most he could do now was pant into Zach's mouth, squirm underneath his touch, run his fingers through his hair.  He's so turned on his brain can no longer think coherently enough to form real sentences and so he follows Zach's lead in pulling off both of their clothes.  His hands shake as he fumbles with the buttons of his pants but Zach undoes everything with ease and suddenly the cool air hits his warm skin and Chris freezes.  

He pulls away from Zach and looks down at the two of their bodies flush together.  "Zach," he pants, "Zach."  It's a strange feeling building inside him, anxiety and arousal mixing in his stomach and chest.  He's not sure about any of this anymore and Zach's cock is hard and thick and right there rubbing against his and Chris has never seen another male dick like this before, save for an accident he had walking in on his roommate Berkeley, but Chris can't deny that what's happening right now, yeah, it's pretty hot.  

But it's all so new and Chris needs a second to process everything.  "Can we just--slow down for a second."  He lets his head fall back on the pillow, taking deep breaths.  "I'm good, I'm good," he babbles, fingers digging into Zach's sides, keeping the contact between them.  He's feels like he's already on the edge  "Just never done this before."  

[zqandcfine]

Chris tries not to look too smug when he sees that he's won.  His breath comes in short little bursts and his heart starts thumping in his chest.  Chris is filled with anticipation, but it's not the horrible, sinking feeling he'd been experiencing the past few days.  This was the kind of anticipation that preceded something that was going to be very awesome.  

Zach's body on top of him is firm pressure and Chris finds that he doesn't mind letting the other man take control.  He presses his hips upwards into Zach's, the heat of it makes him groan softly.  Running his hand down Zach's back, he clutches at his shirt until he can push his hands up underneath and run his hands over the lean muscle.  Zach's lips are soft and Chris opens his mouth, slips his tongue out to meet Zach's.  

"Can't believe you wanted to talk instead."  Chris laughs against Zach's mouth.  He's always been pretty vocal during sex, and whether it's with a man or woman, Chris gets hot and says whatever's on his mind.  He also wanted to push Zach's buttons a little, see what reactions he could get out of the other man.  "I could hardly sit still on the flight,"  He grinds his hips up again, eliciting a gasp from both of them.  "Almost went to jerk off in the bathroom and thought about you joining me."  

[zqandcfine]

beginnings

Chris’s heart nearly stops and he thinks that there’s still time for Zach to say no, to laugh it off and tell Chris the hundreds of reasons why they shouldn’t and just forget it.  Then Zach raises his hand and he touches Chris’s face in a gesture so gentle his heart instead begins beating so fast Chris thinks it might beat right out of his chest.  He leans ever so slightly into the touch before taking Zach’s wrist and pulling his hand down.  Glancing around the plane to make sure no one had seen, Chris then grins back, suddenly so light he feels as if he could float the rest of the way to Moscow.  

“So I’m guessing that means you’re not mad at me?”  His hand remains on Zach’s wrist, unable to let go.  Chris feels bold, and he intertwines his fingers with Zach’s.  It feels so normal and Chris takes this as a sign that yeah, everything is a bit confusing but if holding Zach’s hand is what feels good, then he must be doing something right.  

They chat on and off during the rest of the plane ride; Zach sleeps through a lot of it and for the first time Chris actively considers how this situation had been affecting Zach.  He’s been caught up in his own mixed feelings and questions and the whole gay thing that he hadn’t really thought about how his actions messed with Zach’s head.  Chris is too worked up to sleep more than a few hours on and off and he spends some of the time wandering around the plane and visiting with his friends. 

When they finally land, Chris is antsier than ever.  Everything just seems so much more interesting and they finally have a night off, even if they have an early call the next morning.  On the ride to the hotel, Chris sits closer to Zach in the car than is necessary and the heat of Zach’s thigh against his sends welcome warmth coursing through him.  He’s a bit disappointed to learn that their rooms are on different floors again, but he stops Zach before the other man exits the elevator with a hand on his arm. 

“Come to my room in an hour, okay?”  He releases Zach’s arm and grins at him before the door closes behind him. 

Chris isn’t really sure that’s a good idea, considering his tendency to overthink things in the heat of the moment, but he’s determined to shut his damn brain off for the time being and just let himself feel.  After he’s rearranged the room three or four times, brushed his teeth, washed his face, Chris is pacing the room waiting for Zach.  And then he hears a resonant knock, and Chris’s eyes stare at the door, anticipation welling in his stomach. 

“C’mon, Pine,” he mutters to himself, “you said you wanted to do this.  Now either man up or go home.”  And with that, he strides resolutely over to the door, opening it to reveal Zach looking…well, like Zach.  He lets out a breath and cracks a smile.  Not so scary after all. 

[zqandcfine]

The phrase Chris had written down was easy enough, and it only takes Zach a few carefully chosen vowels and one double consonant to figure it out.  Chris fills in the blanks with “I’m sorry” and hands the sheet over to Zach, eyes one step away from pleading.  He swallows, throat suddenly dry. 

“Uh.”  It wasn’t the best start to the apology he’d spent the last few days concocting in his head, but Chris runs a hand through his hair and tries again.  “I didn’t mean to freak out on you when, y’know.”  Chris shifts in his seat and realizes this is the first time either of them have directly addressed whatever it was that was happening between them. 

“I don’t know what happened and I’m such a jackass, I know you must be so fucking mad and that’s fine, I get it.”  The words came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them.  “And I don’t know what exactly is happening or what I’m feeling but I uh---I guess all I do know is that I’m not imagining things, I don’t think.  I think I’m ready to do it for real, if you want.  But…if you don’t want that we can just forget it happened.”  He finishes with a tightlipped grimace and looks at his hands.  Chris isn’t sure why he’s so nervous.  Zach can be as mad as he wants, he can reject him, but Chris knows that Zach would never judge him for something like this.