Better Left Unsaid

Rating: PG-13

Length: 3,078

Summary: What happened on the 2009 Star Trek Press Tour between Chris and Zach remains unmentioned until Chris finds something that makes him take a trip down memory lane.

Disclaimer: This obviously is not a true story, and never happened. Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto live their own lovely lives, but in Pinto!Land they come and play.

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Chris stumbles half-heartedly around his living room, picking up books and magazines strewn on the couches and floor. Grumbling to himself, he pauses, takes in the mess with a calculated eye and continues to make rounds around the room. He promptly stubs his big toe on the coffee table causing him to drop his armful of books unceremoniously on a couch so he can nurse his toe. Finally looking up from his foot, Chris' eye lands on an index card on the carpet by his left. It hadn't been there moments before, or maybe it had. Nah, probably had fallen out of some books. He picks up the card, slightly off white with age, the one side is blank, but when he flips it over he sees 'Remember the Star Trek Press Tour 2009?' written faded black ink.

Chris frowns at the card. 2009. It's been nearly two years now since the last Star Trek reboot had entered theaters- since they had gone on that tour. He is still in touch his fellow cast mates, Karl, Zoe, Simon, and Zach, and the others too. He and Zach used to go for weekly coffee runs, and sometimes they still do, but almost never anymore. The rest had fallen out of his earshot, and while they do occasionally meet up briefly, they're a far cry from the great friends they were while on set and tour. Even the few weeks after the press tour when they all realized they still needed each other, too reluctant to relinquish the closeness they had gained in the past year, the press tour rarely came up, and even then it was to remark on the interviews and laugh at pictures. Not a word about what happened outside those, except for perhaps the few bar runs they made; okay...more than just a few.

Then there are those things between him and Zach that happened that never get mentioned, just like they never happened. He supposes it all started in LA...even before they left.

He has already gotten past the paparazzi at the airport doors and is walking, head down, hood up at least trying to hide. J.J. is probably somewhere behind him and Zach...he thinks he saw him enter in front of him. Chris walks farther down the hallway, crosses through security while watching Zach pass smoothly though in the next aisle over. He runs to catch up with him as soon as he's free of the metal detector and picks up his bag from the conveyor belt.

"Hey man." He calls, reaching forward catching the edge of Zach's sleeve. Zach turns, a grin growing on his face as he sees Chris.

Then he has a hand on Chris' arm and is joking with a huge smile on his face. "Chris, are those my glasses?" He says in way of a greeting.

Chris rolls his eyes and then looks down and away, "No, Zachary," He sighs.

Before he can even register what's happening, Zach is pulling him into close one-armed hug and placing his head on Chris' shoulder in an intimate gesture that suggests other things. Zach's only hugged him once before, on set, and then only for a brief few seconds, never in public, and never for this long. For a second he's in shock, half expecting him to let go immediately, when Zach doesn't, he tentatively wraps an arm around his waist. The next thing Chris knows he has his nose buried at the base of Zach's hair and lips barely skimming the skin on Zach's neck.

Thoughts of being in public, in an airport, in plain sight flee from Chris' mind as all he perceives is the warmth from Zach's body, the way his hair tickles Chris' nose, and the faint smell of his shampoo. He's not sure how long has passed, maybe a half minute, two minutes, maybe an hour, all he knows is that when they finally do let go, he lets his hand slide gently from Zach's waist and immediately misses Zach's warmth. Wait no, he's not thinking that, not now. Zach flashes another smile and Chris' cheeks flood with warmth. He ducks his head to hide in his blue hood. There's a laugh from Zach as he turns to keep walking forward. Chris makes a mental reminder to ask Zach about the hug later. But he's soon caught up in the bustle and excitement with the rest of the crew about finally going on press tour that he forgets. When Chris does remember days later he decides not to bring it up, after all Zach never did.