Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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The day was less than perfect.

The promised sunshine turned into a rainstorm. The crews got wet, the cameras almost died, and Saint and Zee were beyond stressed when suddenly there was a power outage even the backup generator wasn't working. Before that, Saint was having a hard time remembering his lines, something that was unusual. Zee tried to help, but even then, there was no mistaking Saint's already strained start.

It was a bad day. End of.

No one was blaming anyone, except maybe the gods above and the unpredictable weather. It was supposed to be summer for crying out loud – hot and humid with the sun beating down everyone's back. Even when the sun went down, it didn't help. But Saint, for all his worrying nature, blamed no one but himself. Zee could see it. Saint tries to pretend that the reassurances of their managers and director wasn't getting to him, but Zee knew that Saint was way more affected than if he was being scolded harshly. After a few hiccups, Saint managed to speed his way through his next takes that it was perfect enough not take any more than two. But the damage was done.

Zee watched as Saint continued to be his playful, domineering self. He let the other drag him around and beat him around, letting him win the small games they like to play. He watched as Saint went and talked to their other castmates and friends, always trying to help, always trying to reassure everyone else that they did just well for their own shoot. But Zee could see the difference, though Saint may look tough on the outside, inside he was crumbing and struggling not to let his little mistake get to him – that he wasn't good enough.

Zee made it his mission to make sure Saint knew just how good he was.

When they left the set, Zee drove them home – his home. Saint didn't speak a word about the detour to his own house, not like it was unusual. Besides, they had a whole weekend off, and it makes so much sense to spend it together, no? As they got home, Zee pecked his cheek, lingering there for a moment before they both got out of the car. The older of the two groaned as a strained neck muscle caused him some pain. As always, Saint notices.

"P'Zee? Why don't I give a massage hmm?" Saint's hands were already on his shoulders doing god's work as he kneaded the flesh. Zee smiled as he led them in his house, Saint attached to him.

"That would be nice." Taking his shoes off, "You're always so good for me."

Zee turned around, smiling as Saint blushed at his words, and he reached a hand and cupped Saint's face.

"Why don't we take a relaxing bath? I have those bath oils that you wanted. They arrived yesterday."

Saint's eyes brightened before smirking. "You just want me naked, do you?"

Zee rolled his eyes, hand dropping down to take Saint's own and proceeded to walk them to Zee's bathroom. "Always. But look who's talking."

Saint only chuckled in reply. As soon as they got in, they didn't waste any time and stripped off their clothes. Saint giggled when Zee brought his hands underneath the other's shirt and brought it up, dragging his hands up the sides of Saint's waist before dropping the garment by the sink. Zee let Saint finish taking his clothes off while he set up the bathtub, pouring in just enough bath oil just like how Saint wants it. In a short time, Saint was naked and, in the tub, while Zee finished stripping. Saint had his eyes closed and was leaned back against the far end. Zee stood there to appreciate for a few moments. Saint's arms were resting on either side of the tub and the clear water – no bubbles because Saint was allergic to almost everything – accentuated what he already engraved in his memory. Saint's body was always so glorious, and Zee can't get enough. He always just wants to touch, to kiss, to lick. He shook his head from the thoughts before he joined his beloved.