23-March-2001
Title: Drink to Me Only With Thine... part 1
Author: Jade (jade9999@aol.com)
Pairing: 13x6
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, PWP
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Treize and Zechs fled another boring cocktail party, slightly buzzed and aching to escape. They leaned against the wall outside the room, laughing and dissecting their dinner companions.
"Did you see Colonel Tanitoff?" sputtered Treize. "His toupee was about to slide into his soup!"
Zechs nodded, holding his sides, which ached from laughter. "He should get a hair transplant. General Zegreb's wife could donate, she's got more hair on her face than her husband!"
This set both men off, and they stumbled down the hallways to their respective quarters, still giggling. They reached Treize's room first, and the OZ general fumbled with the security code. He failed twice before Zechs pushed him gently out of the way and punched in the correct code while Treize leaned on him.
Zechs stood back to let his commanding officer enter his rooms, but Treize was still attached, and stumbled forward into the blond. Zechs caught him, and they stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. Then Treize's face split into a wide grin. "What would I do without you, Zechsy? How can I thank you? Oh, I know! I have a wonderful bottle of wine I've been saving..." With that, he grabbed hold of Zechs' jacket and dragged him in.
Zechs tried to protest, but halfheartedly; there was nothing he wanted more than to be alone with Treize, even if it only served to fuel his late night fantasies when he was alone in his bed later. He had lusted after his commanding officer for as long as he could remember, and he couldn't help torturing himself by watching Treize every chance he got.
Treize wouldn't hear of Zechs leaving, however, and dragged him into the kitchen while he retrieved the bottle and two glasses. The ginger haired man surreptitiously gazed at his blond companion, admiring the fall of the man's exquisite hair. Then Zechs took off his mask, and Treize was as transfixed as always when his friend's beautiful face was revealed. Piercing azure eyes, perfectly formed features, sensuous mouth; covering that face was truly a shame. Treize dragged his eyes away reluctantly; it wouldn't do to drool all over his best friend, and ruin their personal and professional relationship, not mention disgust Zechs.
They wandered out into the living room, still discussing the party. Zechs slumped on the couch while Treize stayed standing, doing a dead-on impersonation of one of the guests that sent the blond man into peals of laughter.
Zechs applauded, and Treize took an elegant bow, finishing the performance by draining his glass in one gulp, with his trademark flourish. Zechs couldn't stand it.
"How do you DO that?" he demanded.
Treize frowned down at him. "Do what?"
"That flick-of-the-wrist, draining-your-glass thing. You do it all the time, and you never spill!" Zechs answered.
Treize looked down at his glass as if it would help him. "I don't know, I just do it. I never really thought about it."
"It looks really cool," Zechs enthused, mentally berating himself for sounding like a lovesick teenager. Which, he had to admit to himself, he actually was.
Treize didn't seem to mind though. "You think so? Thanks!" Damn, Zechs looked adorable when he smiled...
"Teach me?" Zechs asked, looking up at Treize, wishing he could ask for something else.
Oh, god, thought Treize, I'd love to... "Uh, sure! It's sort of like," he held up his glass, empty, and flicked his wrist expertly, "This."
Zechs stood up and tried it; luckily his glass was empty, because it nearly flew out of his less-than-nimble fingers. Treize tried to stifle a giggle; Zechs was cute when he pouted.
"Don't laugh at me! I can do it." Zechs tried again. This time was better, and he experimented several times, until he actually looked quite competent.
Treize watched Zechs, trying not to get distracted by the fact that Zechs had shrugged off his jacket and his muscles strained the immaculately white dress shirt. He felt himself harden at the sight of his blond friend, tight black pants accentuating slim hips and a tight little ass. He was tipsy enough to push his fascination a bit farther. "Here, let me show you," he purred.
Zechs held his breath as Treize came near. The older man reached out and touched Zechs' hand, and the blond man nearly gasped. Treize's face was only inches away as he... adjusted the way Zechs was holding the glass. Zechs didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. He was just catching his breath when Treize stepped around behind him, still touching his hand.
Treize knew he was playing with fire; standing so close to the beautiful blond man made him even harder, and it was difficult to stop himself from touching more than Zechs' hand. Zechs looked even more gorgeous this close up, and desire and alcohol emboldened him even more. Zechs seemed to be blushing; or was he just flushed from the wine? Treize leaned against Zechs from behind, carefully keeping his lower body from coming in contact with his friend, though he wanted nothing more than to grind his erection against that ass and show Zechs just how much he wanted him.
Zechs tried to breathe normally as the object of his lust stepped behind him. He thought he could feel the heat emanating from Treize's body; then the other man's chest pressed against him. A spike of pure lust shot through the blond's body, going straight to his aching cock. What was Treize doing? Zechs couldn't think straight with Treize so close. He was so hard it literally hurt.
"Like this," Treize murmured, his sensual voice only centimeters from the blond's ear. This close, he could smell Zechs' subtle scent, a mix of his shampoo and the blond's own masculine fragrance. It was more intoxicating than the wine. Closing his eyes in an effort to maintain control, he guided the other man's hand, demonstrating the technique. Then, trembling with the effort to not ravish Zechs, he stepped back, trying in vain to adjust his pants.
Zechs kept his back to Treize for a moment, trusting neither his body nor his voice, and tried to calm himself. "I think I'm ready," he said as he turned around, "to try it with the wine." Among other things, he thought.
So am I, agreed Treize mentally. But what he said was, "Fine," and poured a few inches of wine in Zechs' glass. Then he stood back and watched.
Flashing Treize a crooked grin, Zechs quipped, "Here goes nothing!" He flicked his wrist, throwing the wine back... all over him. "Shit!" the blond exclaimed, as the red liquid dribbled down, staining his white shirt. Some even made it as far as his pants.
Treize immediately sprang into action, grabbing some napkins and rushing to his friend's side, trying to soak up the wine. He wiped at the white shirt, dabbing and trying not to notice that Zechs' chest felt like steel under silk, muscles hard and defined. How he wanted to touch that skin, lick it...
Zechs was torn between feeling embarrassed at his mistake and enjoying the attention Treize was giving him. How good it felt to finally have the other man's hands on him, even if it was only to soak up the wine. But the shirt was clearly a loss, and as Treize's hands went lower to dab at his pants, Zechs had to stop him. He couldn't take the chance that the older man would feel how aroused he was.
"Sorry," Zechs said, eyes downcast. "I'm such a klutz."
"This, from the only man in all of earth and space capable of piloting Tallgeese," Treize chided. "Clumsy you are not, my friend. What you are is soaked, and I insist you get that shirt off so I can have it cleaned." And so I can see you half-naked, his body added.
Zechs knew, absolutely knew, this was a bad idea, but his hormones were in control now, and he found himself fumbling with his shirts buttons as he said, "You're probably right."
Treize couldn't take his eyes off the blond as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Of course I'm right. I'm always right," he said, trying not to drool as more of Zechs' incredible body was revealed. He'd never seen his best friend with his shirt off before, and he found himself licking his lips in anticipation.
Zechs saw Treize watching fixedly as he unbuttoned his shirt. Dropping his gaze, he was stunned to see what looked like a very large bulge in the front of the other man's pants. Not believing his eyes, he looked back up at Treize's face, and was startled to see the older man gazing back at him with what could only be described as a predatory gaze. Their eyes met, and a shock ran through his body as he unfastened the last button and let the shirt fall open.
Treize knew he had been caught; he could no longer hide his huge erection, and there was no way he could explain the way he couldn't take his eyes off of Zechs. Their eyes met again, and Treize searched for rejection or disgust on the other man's face, finding neither.
Zechs took a deep breath, and took the plunge. Not breaking their gaze, he very deliberately shrugged the stained shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He stood still, nearly feeling the weight of Treize's gaze as it very obviously traveled all over his body. The attention aroused him even more, and the ache from his hard cock threatened to overcome his reason. Catching his friend's eyes again, the blond smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow as if to ask for approval.
Treize spoke one word, all that was necessary. "Beautiful," he breathed in his seductive voice, and closed the distance between then in one stride. Stopping only millimeters from Zechs, he raised his eyes as if to ask for permission. The blond met his eyes boldly, no longer unsure. An unspoken agreement passed between them. Then Treize leaned forward, brushing his lips gently against Zechs'.
End Part 1
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