- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Slice of Life, Horror, Fandoms, Superheroes, Crime, Drama, Grit, Supernatural, Light Sci-Fi, Modern Era, Dark Themes
From the things that Chris knew about Zach, and—god—there had been so many in such a short time, he had never known the other man to freely hand out compliments. There had always been something so intimidating about Zach, slightly dark and just off-putting enough to be considered mysterious. They were on set the first time that Zach had ever commented on his acting, resetting for a scene and those few words of praise had left Chris reeling for the rest of the day. Hearing Zach practically gushing over him now was insane and Chris really didn't know how to handle it. At least it was a distraction from his fuck up, the precious words that could have sent the conversation careening in a very different and (probably) uncomfortable direction.
"I'm glad you think that," Chris said quietly, feeling a bit lame. "But you know, it's easy to make something good when you have the right chemistry." Suddenly, Chris felt like he was talking to a reporter, being interviewed and trying to be as neutral as possible when it came to questions about his and Zach's closeness. It was just the two of them, the radio off, his phone finally quiet, Chris could have easily said everything that was on his mind. He glanced over at Zach as he drove, weighing the risks with his stomach in nervous knots.
Now wasn't the time. Zach had just come out to him, and pouncing on that opportunity felt selfish and wrong—Chris didn't want to do that to anyone, let alone a friend, someone he cared for so deeply. "Spock probably drives a little faster than you, though," he grinned. "Let's face it, you're secretly an old woman." If only Zach had taken the short way back to his place.
"I'm glad you think that," Chris said quietly, feeling a bit lame. "But you know, it's easy to make something good when you have the right chemistry." Suddenly, Chris felt like he was talking to a reporter, being interviewed and trying to be as neutral as possible when it came to questions about his and Zach's closeness. It was just the two of them, the radio off, his phone finally quiet, Chris could have easily said everything that was on his mind. He glanced over at Zach as he drove, weighing the risks with his stomach in nervous knots.
Now wasn't the time. Zach had just come out to him, and pouncing on that opportunity felt selfish and wrong—Chris didn't want to do that to anyone, let alone a friend, someone he cared for so deeply. "Spock probably drives a little faster than you, though," he grinned. "Let's face it, you're secretly an old woman." If only Zach had taken the short way back to his place.