Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR with mentions of Olga
Summary: Zach didn't need to know that. Really.
"My wife keeps mentioning you while we're having sex."
Zach's coffee slips from his fingers and lands in the gravel with a splash and a crush of the paper cup.
"It was interesting the first few times she did it," Sendhil continues, unaffected, "but it's getting a little annoying. I prefer to be thinking about my wife when I'm having sex with her, you know?"
"I can imagine you'd like to do that, yes," Zach tries, tentatively, not at all sure how he's supposed to be reacting to this new and frankly deeply disturbing revelation about Sendhil's marriage.
"She keeps talking about how you stare at me." Sendhil scratches at his stubbles, looking contemplative. Zach finally notices that his left hand is still outstretched in front of him, frozen exactly where he was holding the cup, and retreats it sheepishly.
"Why ... would she do that?"
"She says she likes how hard it makes me."
If Zach had had any coffee in his mouth, he's sure that he would have choked and died on the spot. Instead his breathing stops, just like that, completely; his chest heaves compulsively but there's no oxygen to his brain. He tries to remember all the breathing techniques he learned in drama class. Sendhil keeps talking.
"Apparently, I get rather hot and bothered when I think about you staring. According to her, it's as though my co--"
"Why the hell are you telling me this?!" Zach blurts out, a hint of hysteria in his voice which he doesn't like, doesn't like at all. Sendhil looks up at him and blinks, as if startled, as if he had never expected this oh-so ordinary conversation to lead to such an outburst.
"Oh, sorry. I'm a bit slow in getting to the point, you know that."
"Uh-huh." At this point Zach is almost sure Sendhil is doing it on purpose, and he feels his fingers tingle in an urge to bitchslap the man in front of him. But before he can, Sendhil drops the last bomb.
"She wanted me to ask you if you'd like to come by after work today and join us. She's cooking Italian." Zach thinks that if he boggled any harder, his eyes would fall out of their sockets. Sendhil smiles up at him and pats him on the shoulder. "She thinks it's the only way for me to get it out of my system. Think about it, okay?"
As if he had just told him to think about what he'd like to have for lunch, Sendhil heads for the set with a nonchalant walk. Zach just stands there, staring, until the assistant director comes to yell at him.