Zarrick One-Shot

[ahopper84]

Untitled... just a quickie Zarrick. I've been writing from his POV a lot lately... you'll see what I mean, eventually. For now, enjoy this. (takes place around 07ish)

I glance off stage every few seconds, catching zac's eye. I know how much he loves and hates my smirk, so I flash it at him every chance I get. He doesn't blush often, but he comes pretty damn close. We haven't known each other all that long, but I've had my eyes on him right from the get-go. He's funny, in a weird way that most people don't get, but I do. I should, considering my sense of humor is almost identical.

He claims he's straight, but frankly, I'm not convinced. Bi, maybe. And I don't doubt that he's probably never done anything with a guy. But I've caught him looking at me enough times to get an idea of what he thinks of me. He's just not ready to admit it yet, but that's cool with me. I was pretty surprised to see him backstage; this wasn't exactly a secret show, but I didn't remember telling him about it, either.

Our set is over pretty soon, and I'm able to jog over and give him a sweaty hug. He laughs, wiping himself off, but his smile tells me he doesn't really mind. I wouldn't mind being covered in his sweat, but I'd rather if it wasn't from being on stage. I ruffle his hair, running my fingers through it a bit; he smirks in that almost-blushing way, shoving me half-heartedly. I wonder if he'd purr if I scritched him behind the ear. I make a mental note to try it later.

I grab my leather jacket, the one I know he thinks I look good in, and throw an arm around his shoulders, leading him out the side door. The walk to my apartment isn't long, and Zac fills it effortlessly with updates on his brothers, a weird story from the news, and the dirty joke he heard the other day. I'm content to just listen to him talk; I love how animated he is, like a human cartoon. His face is just so expressive; I wonder what kind of faces he would make in bed.

I let us in, nudging Zac in the direction of the couch while I grab a couple sodas from the fridge. He's never been here, but he's looking around like he loves it already, and it makes me smile more than I thought it would. He comments on my record collection, his eyes shining; I hand him his drink and pull out my copy of Zoso, setting it up. He leans his head back, his eyes closing, a satisfied grin on his lips as the first few notes echo through the small apartment.

I sit next to him, just close enough for arms to barely touch. He glances over briefly; he notices, but doesn't move away. I don't want to freak him out, so I have to play this just right. We listen to the music, relaxing, not needing to say a word. I pull my stash out of the end table, looking over at him; his grin is all the response I need, and I lean over, setting up on the coffee table. I'm kind of a pro at rolling; I can bang out half a dozen in five minutes when I really try. But for now I'm going for quality over quantity; still, I have the joint ready before the song is up.

I let him take the first hit, watching his cheeks hollow as he sucks a lungfull of smoke. I think about him doing that to me, and I have to adjust in my seat. He doesn't seem to notice, just takes a shorter, second hit before passing it back. My eyes are on him as I take it, watching him slowly exhale, licking his lips. God, those lips... I smirk again when he looks over, and he does that almost-blushing thing again.

We take our time smoking; the only reason I move is to flip the record. When I sit back down, it's closer than before. Zac glances over again, trying to be subtle; he tries to hide the smile that tugs at those perfect lips, but I catch it. I start to sing along, and he drums against his knees. We make it through the whole song, laughing at ourselves; I drape my arm over the back of the couch, and I'm pretty sure he leans into me a bit. I smirk, shaking my head; getting there by inches, but still getting there.

He offers to roll the next one, and I let him; he's not as good as me, but he's close. When he leans back, it's definitely closer; he watches me, seeing if I react, but I just smile as I light up. When it's his turn, he turns to his side a tiny bit, for no other apparent reason than to lean against me closer. He's not looking when I let myself grin; he's making this easier than I thought it'd be.

He takes the next hit too fast, coughing; I pat his back, but I catch the look in his eye. Sneakier than I thought. I just smirk back, leaving my hand on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, letting his head fall back onto my arm, a satisfied grin barely being held back. I take my next hit slowly, then hold the joint to his lips; he looks up at me, his eyes on mine as he wraps his lips around it, not even trying to take it from me.

I take the last hit, tossing the roach in the ashtray; he sighs, and I smile. I run my fingers through his hair; it's even softer than it looks, and that's pretty damn soft already. Smirking, I lightly scratch him behind his ear; he whimpers, his foot twitching, and I have to stop myself from laughing. He's looking up at me, his cheeks just the slightest bit pink. His eyes are searching mine, indecisive, maybe a little nervous.

I lick my lips slowly, willing myself not to just lunge. I can't play that way with him; I have to let him take that last step. His fingers are shaking as he reaches up, touching my cheek. I lean into the touch, smirking again. He smiles; he loves that smirk, even if he says he hates it. He tells me that, just before he leans up and presses his lips to mine.

He tangles his fingers in my hair, turning over a bit; I wrap my arms around him, still being gentle. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, and it takes all my strength not to flip him over. Instead I let him deepen the kiss, giving him control, seeing what he does with it. He moans softly, barely audibly; I feel it more than I hear it. But what I really feel is him climbing into my lap, his knees pressed against my sides, his ass grinding my dick like a first class stripper.

That's it.

So much for being gentle; I'm tearing his shirt off, covering his neck with my lips and tongue and teeth. He doesn't seem to mind, though, pulling my shirt over my head and grinding even harder. My nails drag down his back and he growls in my ear, and I'm seeing spots. His hands find me before mine find him, and he's sliding to his knees before I have time to react. And then, those lips, those fucking perfect lips, are wrapped around me like there's no tomorrow.

I'm gripping his hair with both hands and thrusting like a jackrabbit, but he's taking it all, his eyes never leaving mine. He's got his jeans around his knees and his hand around his cock, and holy hell he's thick. He catches me looking, and I swear, he smirks at me. I shake my head at him, but when he swallows my head down his throat, all I can do is throw my head back, cursing under my breath.

Being stoned usually means I can go all night, but maybe the look in Zac's eyes, or just the fact that it's him, has me tapping out before too long. He moans, and nods, and opens wide; I growl his name as I shoot straight down his throat, watching him leave a nice new stain on my rug. He licks me clean, grabbing a couple tissues off the end table and wiping off his hand before collapsing next to me.

He lays on the couch, dropping his head on my lap once my jeans are zipped up. He looks up at me, and again, he smirks. I ruffle his hair; he giggles, reaching up to run a hand through mine. He pulls me down for a kiss; I can taste myself a bit, but when it's his mouth, I don't mind. He lets out a sigh as he snuggles against me, kicking his shoes off.

"About damn time," he mutters; I just smirk again, leaning my head back. About damn time is right.

Comments

[bittersweet-luv.livejournal.com]

This was awesome. Nice little one shot with a very sneaky Zac.

Still don't know what to make of the pairing though. I know they are good mates and all but I just don't find Carrick attractive. I feel really terrible admiting that. Shit!!

[stitch378.livejournal.com]

I agree, I love it but I don't find Carrick attractive either. I just focus on the sexy that is Zac.

[bittersweet-luv.livejournal.com]

That's what I do and sort of imagine Carrick looking slightly different - oops
Sorry to all the Carrick lovers out there

[tondada.livejournal.com]

I so love Zarrick now! This was a super hot one shot. I LOVED that we were in Carrick's head! ;0)

(I wonder if he'd purr if I scratched him behind the ear. I make a mental note to try it later.) -- This made me laugh . . . and when he actually did it, Zac's reaction was priceless!!