Title: The Love Song Of The North American Douchebag
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
Chris has never met anyone who uses sheer viciousness as a language the way Zach does, anyone who makes “unflinching, uncompromising dick” look so endearing; that’s probably why Chris likes it so much, because it’s new, different. Because it keeps him on his toes. Because some days it seems like everyone Chris knows is air-kisses and warm smiles and unkindnesses traded in the cover of darkness, and watching Zach apply his equal-opportunity superiority complex to everyone on earth except a dog he ensures lives better than most humans feels a little like finding water in a desert.
Really fucking mean water, but still.
Graphic by the inestimable whitelaws; beta credit to the incredible radiophile, endquestionmark, and numbtongue. Further thanks can be found with the fic on Ao3!