Random Two am RPS

[withimpunity]

Title: If I Can Love You In That Scarf
Pairing: RPS - Zachary Quinto/ Zachary Levi aka Z²
Rating: PG-13
Words:655
Disclaimer: Um, these are real guys and they don't belong to anybody, not even each other as far as know. Don't believe a word of this. You probably shouldn't even read it.
A/n: I was totally thinking of Corey/AJ in Empire Records when I wrote this. So yeah. Prompted by bigfiction with "scarf." And sorry, its two in the morn and I couldn't be arsed to take out the double spacing.

 

"I hate that scarf."

 

"Wow. Tell me how you really feel, Levi." Zach frowns and sinks down in the seat, curling the frayed ends of his technicolor scarf around his fingers, unaware of Zachary's ever increasing closeness until Zachary pulls him by the hair into a sloppy, crooked kiss that taste like champagne and Twizzlers.

 

"I meant," Zachary interjects, barely letting go of Zach's hair and lips before he starts to speak. "That I hate that scarf-"

 

"I think you said that already," Zach replies, wiping the saliva off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to disguise the silly grin he's now wearing.

 

"But," Zachary continues, pointing his index finger at Zach's nose, making him go cross-eyed. "It's weird because even when you wear it, I still want to kiss you. Like this." And this time he puts his hand around Zach's neck, strawberry-sticky fingers pulling against baby fine hairs as he licks his lips and leans in again.

 

One minute Zach is reaching out to push Levi - who is obviously a lightweight and can't hold his bubbly, why else would he be doing this - away from him, and the next his fingers are curling around the sharp angle of Zachary's hipbones where his jeans have casually slipped off, and he wets his dry lips with his tongue without thinking. Zachary whimpers against his mouth and pushes him against the leather seat, trying to free his neck from the confines of the technicolor nightmare wrapped around it as he slips his tongue inside Zach's mouth, and sighs blissfully.

 

"You should stop smoking," Zachary mutters as he tastes nicotine on his tongue, releasing Zach's lips only long enough to pull the scarf from around his neck and toss it to the side. Zach opens his mouth to reply, probably with some smart ass comment like "Yes, Ma," but Zachary leans forward and covers it with his own. He curls his tongue around Zach's as he slides his hand underneath his shirt, and if there had been a coherent thought floating around in Zach's head, it's as good as gone now.

 

Zach's breath hitches somewhere in his throat when Zachary's fingers spread over his skin, tickling the hairs surrounding his naval with his pinky finger as Zachary drags his tongue along the curve of his jaw until he reaches his ear, then sucks the lobe in his mouth and drags it through his teeth.

 

"So," Zach says and his voice shakes a little when he realizes that his jeans feel so tight because he's got an erection for his best fucking friend. "This is because, oh, you hate my scarf?"

 

"Yes," Zachary growls against his throat as he drags his teeth along Zach's skin. "And for looking so fucking sexy all the goddamn time and being straight as hell and for not coming on to me first - I'm a good looking guy, I don't get it."

 

"But Levi," Zach chuckles lightly, casually, like everything is right. "You're straight too last time I checked. Which was yesterday with that barely legal Starbucks Barista."

 

"I know that," Zachary says, looking up at Zach long enough to let him see him rolling his eyes. "Dude. It's complicated. You're hot, I'm hot. Can we make-out now?"

 

Zach pretends to seriously think on this for a moment, twisting his lips to one side, then the other, finally asking, "Will there be groping?"

 

"Much groping," Zachary nods emphatically. "Groping is a pre-requisite in fact."

 

"Will you call me in the morning?" Zach blinks, wide-eyed, and tries hard not to laugh.

 

Again, Zachary rolls his eyes at him. "Zachary Quinto. I am a gentleman."

 

"And what about my scarf?" Zach asks, looking around for where Zachary had tossed it.

 

"Still hate it," Zachary grins, leaning in to whisper in Zach's ear. "But I can definitely think of a better use for it."

 

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