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“No, no. Wait, wait!”
Zach froze. “Wait?” he panted, pushing up on his forearms to look down at Chris. He was a mess, sweaty and as red as a candy apple, the flush spread to his shoulders, throat, and chest in irregularly-shaped splotches. He lay on his back in the bed, one leg hiked over Zach's shoulder, the other lying out to the side, totally open. “Is something wrong? Am I going too hard?”
Chris, whose head was thrown back, exposing his throat to the biting kisses Zach loved to give when he was topping, shook his head. “No, I um... I'm gonna come,” he gasped.
“Oh?” Already?
Chris adjusted his head so he could look at Zach. His blue eyes were glazed, out of focus, his lips kiss-swollen. “I want to wait for you.” It was almost a whine.
Zach smiled, indulgent. “You sure you don't want me to fuck you through it, baby?” he coaxed. He ran his left hand down the back of Chris's thigh encouragingly, nipped him just beneath his ear. “Remember last time?
Chris shivered beneath him. “I think i passed out that last time.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Chris wrapped his arms around Zach's neck. “Do it, baby,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Make me forget my name.” He moaned as Zach snapped his hips forward, his head falling back onto the bed once more.
Zach drove into him again and again, watching Chris’s reactions closely and tailoring his pace and the force of his thrusts to wring the most delicious reactions out of Chris. One of the many things Zach loved about him was how responsive he was to Zach’s lovemaking, and tonight was no different. His dick had leaked a veritable stream of pre-cum onto his belly, the pearlescent fluid running off his body to soak into the sheets beneath him. Zach loved the sight of Chris’s dick lolling around in the mess. He glanced up and saw Chris’s jaw and throat working, but no sound came from his lips.
Slowing his pace, Zach leaned forward over Chris’ body, penetrating him as deep as he could get as he strained to hear what he was saying. “What is it, baby?”
“Zach,” Chris sighed, his voice barely audible, his tone as reverent as a penitent as he came untouched, his dick spilled everything it had across his belly and chest. “Zaaaaaach!”
Hearing his name said this way was all Zach needed. With one, final thrust, he came inside Chris too, the tight heat of Chris’s clenching hole milking him dry.
They collapsed together over each other, Chris making small sounds of loss as Zach pulled out. Zach pulled Chris to him and held him protectively, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his bare shoulder. He wondered—not for the first time and certainly not the last—how he could have gotten so lucky. Some days, it felt like his entire life had been adding up to being in this exact place. He counted himself beyond fortunate to have Chris and Teddy in his life, and thoughts of his life without them in it were so inconceivable. it choked him up to even consider it. Unconsciously, he pulled Chris closer, ignoring the sweat on their bodies and the warmth in the room to revel in their closeness.
Chris made a soft, sleepy sound, gripping Zach tighter reflexively. Zach smiled indulgently and let himself fall asleep too.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
Zach flailed a little as the alarm he’d set on his phone went off, dislodging Chris from his chest. “Sorry,” he mumbled at Chris’s noise of protest and turned over, fumbling on the bedside table to find the device and shut it off.
“Come on, time to get up and get ready,” Zach said, pushing at the middle of Chris’s back and rocking him in the bed. “We don’t want to be late to the premiere.”
“What time is it?”
“3:15?”
Chris sat bolt upright in bed. “What?”
“I said it’s 3:15.”
“Holy shit!” Chris nearly yelled, pushing the duvet off of himself and jumping form the bed. “We’re gonna be late.”
“No we’re not, the publicist said we didn't need to be there until 6:00.”
Chris looked at him like he was high or something. “Yeah, and we still have to shower, get dressed—and you know how long it takes you to do your hair—and still get to my mom’s to pick up Teddy. And you know how bad traffic’ll be getting all the way to Pasadena and then back? Why are you laughing, this is not funny!!”
Zach tried to school his expression into something more serious, but Chris was unbelievably adorable when panicked. “Relax, babe, it’s taken care of. Your parents are bringing Teddy along with them, so we don’t have to.”
Chris dropped his hands, his urgency leaving him as suddenly as it had materialized. “Oh. Really? Thanks!” He smiled. “You think of everything.”
Zach cocked his head to the side and lowered the timbre of his voice in a manner he liked more than he’d readily admit. “A Vulcan officer is always prepared, Captain. It makes up for certain… deficits in human commanders.”
Chris grinned. “Indeed, Mr. Spock? And what deficits might you be striving to compensate for in this case?”
As much as he wanted to, Zach couldn’t keep a straight face. He looked Chris’s naked body up and down with an exaggerated leer. “From here? Nothing whatsoever.”
Smirking, Chris leaned back over the bed and kissed him. “Good answer, Commander.”
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“Teddy! Come and have a look, bub, the car’s here!”
“Coming, Pop-Pop!”
Teddy finished tying his shoe and ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to the front hall. Ducking under his grandfather’s arm, he craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the limo that had been sent by Paramount to pick them all up. This was Teddy's first movie premiere, and he could hardly believe he was being allowed to go—one of the perks (FINALLY!) of being the son of an actor.
“Wow, is that whole car just for us?” he breathed. The car was huge, taking up nearly the entire length of the driveway.
“It’s got to fit you, me, and Mom-Mom, plus Katie and Joe.”
“It’s bigger than the one for Aunt Katie and Uncle Joe’s wedding!”
Bob Pine laughed. “Let’s just say the studio’s budget is a bit larger than your old Pop-Pop’s, and leave it at that, eh?”
Teddy turned around and ran to the kitchen, where his grandmother, Auntie Katie, and Uncle Joe were standing, all dressed up and drinking out of the fancy champagne flutes Mom-Mom usually only broke out for New Year’s. “The car’s here!” Teddy informed them excitedly.
“Oh yeah?” Auntie Katie smiled down at him. “Is it a big one?”
“As big as the Enterprise!”
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It took the grown-ups way too long to get ready to leave. By the time they all got outside, Teddy had already learned that the limo was 120 inches long, that it could accommodate up to 10 people, and that the driver, Anwar, was from Egypt, where he used to be a school teacher, but he decided he liked driving more than he liked kids. He let Teddy sit up front during the drive, so he was able to see the entire red carpet area that had been set up for the premiere of Star Trek.
“Whoa!” Teddy gasped as they slowed down behind a long line of other limos that were slowly letting their passengers out onto the red carpet. The studio had erected a giant Starfleet logo outside Grauman’s Chinese theater, and they would all get to walk through it on their way in to see the movie. Teddy could hardly believe the size of it all, not to mention the amount of press and fans that had assembled to watch it happen.
He was vibrating with excitement by the time their car finally got to the spot where they’d be let out. Anwar told him to sit and wait for him to come around to open the door to him—in and of itself one of the most exciting things that had ever happened in his entire life—but before he could, Teddy saw his favorite person in the world out on the red carpet, and he had to get out immediately.
“Karl! Karl!” Teddy called, taking off at a run the moment his feet hit the ground. Once Chris had been cast as Captain Kirk, Teddy had followed casting news like an obsessive; when he saw that Éomer from Lord of the Rings was going to be in it, he had nearly lost his mind, not letting Chris have a moment’s peace until he promised to take Teddy to set.
“Hey there, little man,” Karl Urban said when he turned around. He smiled at Teddy and held a large hand out. He had taught Teddy how to shake hands like a real man way back when they were filming, and Teddy never gave up an opportunity to practice. “Aw, you’re too strong, mate!” Karl said with a grimace, going down on one knee as Teddy grasped his hand firmly, just like he’d shown him, and gave it one-two-three pumps up and down.
Teddy laughed happily. “Was that a good one?”
“Best one ever. Is Chris here? I thought he was coming later.”
Teddy shook his head. “I came with my family. I can hardly believe how cool this is!”
Karl looked past Teddy to see his grandmother, who waved. Karl nodded in greeting to her then indicated the line. She smiled and nodded. “Say, you want to brave this here gauntlet with me then? I could use the company.”
“Would I?!”
Talking with the press was super exciting—at first. Soon enough, it seemed they all had about the same three or four questions to ask Karl though, and Teddy's attention soon wandered.
“Who is this little guy, then?” one woman asked, stepping closer to Karl and smiling down at Teddy. She smelled nice, but here teeth were way too white.
He glanced up at Karl, who laid a hand on his shoulder, telling it was all right to answer. “Teddy.”
“You here with your dad?”
“Yes?” Teddy wondered why she would ask that.
“That’s so nice!” she smiled at Karl.
“Yeah, he’s a good dad.”
“I’ll bet he is!” she said, laying a hand lightly on Karl’s arm.
“My wife thinks so too,” Karl said pointedly, then they moved on.
Eventually, they got to the end of the line, where the publicist lady wanted Karl to stand and pose for photos. Karl said he could hang out with him, but Teddy needed to stay to the end, so he made his way through the crowd back to where he’d come in.
“Mr. Nimoy!” Teddy said joyfully when he saw the original Mr. Spock. He ran up to him and gave him a big hug.
“Theodore, my lad,” the man said with an amused chuckle as cameras flashed all over the place. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
“I am good. Did you just get here? I’m here with my family.”
“I see. How are you finding your first movie premiere? Is it as exciting as you thought it would be?”
“It’s kind of crowded, and none of these press people know anything about the show. I mean—Khan wasn’t a starship captain!” Teddy had made it his business to watch every season of Star Trek’s original series, as well as all the films.
“Such misinformation cannot be allowed!”
“I know! Don’t they look stuff up? If I don’t know something, I just look it up!”
“Attention to detail is very important. Tell me, have you been inside the theater yet?”
“No, it’s too much fun out here.”
“Walk with me, then.” He held out a hand for Teddy to take, which he did, even though he was going to be 10 in just over two months. He liked Mr. Nimoy, he told Teddy really cool stories about olden days, and let him listen to his record albums.
Once more, the reporters asked variations on the same questions Teddy had heard before with Karl, though there were a few more about how Mr. Nimoy felt about a torch being passed. Teddy didn't know why anyone passing a torch to anyone else would be such a big deal.
After a while, they found themselves talking to the lady with the white teeth from before. “Leonard Nimoy, the first Mr. Spock, it’s an honor to meet you!” she said with a really bright smile.
“Is it? How nice of you to say.”
They talked about the movie for a few minutes, questions Teddy had already heard her ask Karl, when a bit of a commotion—OK, a pretty big commotion—began at the far end of the red carpet. Whatever it was, there were lots of people screaming and hooting, and the volume of camera flashes going off increased by about a million.
“Whatever could it be?” Mr. Nimoy asked.
“Probably the stars of the film showing up,” one of the cameramen observed.
Teddy turned around, getting up on his toes to see; all he could see was the top of some heads, and a hand raised to wave. “It is, it’s them!” he said, hopping up and down excitedly. "Finally!"
“Really?” the woman with the teeth said, looking happy about something; she turned away and pulled a lipstick from somewhere.
“You’d better go and catch them then, my boy,” Mr. Nimoy said with a laugh.
Teddy didn't have to be told twice.
The red carpet had gotten steadily more crowded since Teddy arrived, making it difficult for him to get very close. Everyone was jostling for position, trying to capture footage or a glimpse of the new arrivals. It seemed like everywhere he turned there was the back end of a camera to avoid, or the cord from some microphone. Teddy had to worm and wriggle past them, stepping on a fair number of feet along the way. “Dad!” he called as he finally pushed his way through the press of people into the space that had been left around the new Captain Kirk and Mister Spock as they greeted the fans. “Dad!”
A pair of heads turned as Teddy shouted once more. “DAD!”
Chris and Zach turned in unison, each of them grinning widely as Teddy ran up to them. “Yes?” they said together.
“I thought you’d never get here!” They bent over to embrace Teddy together, and even though he was a big kid now, Teddy secretly loved the attention. "I've been waiting and waiting!"
“I blame Zach,” Chris said. “He took forever to get dressed.”
Zach pretended to be outraged. “It wasn’t my idea to take a nap.”
“It wasn’t my fault I got tired.”
“Is this one of those conversations where you’re really not talking about what it sounds like you’re talking about, and I’m not supposed to notice?” Teddy asked.
They both stared at Teddy soberly. “Zachary,” Chris said, “our son is too smart to fall for any of our shenanigans. If you must know, Theodore, we were kissing like teenagers in the back of the limo.”
“Ew, Dad, no.”
Zach nodded. “I’m afraid it was pretty sappy and gross. There may have also been hand-holding.”
“Ugh, you’d think after you got married you’d get sick of all that mushy stuff.”
Zach twirled the wedding ring he and Chris were both wearing for the first time at a public event around his finger with his thumb. “You would think that, but me I kind of like it.”
Chris smiled at them both. “You ready to face the public, my loves?”
“Boy howdy,” Zach said with a twinkle in his eye.
Holding hands, their entire family walked the red carpet together.