Zack grunted as his back hit the alley wall. He barely had time to collect himself before John was on him, pinning him against the brick. John’s body was hot and solid, and Zack didn’t even attempt to hide how much he loved the feel of it.
John pressed his lips to Zack’s ear and growled, “God, I want you.” He was leaning on the wall, an elbow on either side of Zack’s head, caging him in. It was just the right amount of aggression, and the hungry look in his eyes made Zack breathless. Zack craned his neck to get a look at John’s body. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and his pose made his shirt ride up, exposing his waist at the sides. Zack slid his hands around John’s hips and pushed his shirt up more. His fingers found smooth skin and stroked it reverently.
John moaned in response. Zack would have sworn the sound buzzed throughout his entire body.
He let his head fall back against the cool brick. This was going to be the death of him. They’d skipped dessert, opting to get out of the restaurant before they tackled each other. They’d barely managed to stumble out the door in the general direction of John’s car before their self-control snapped. At least John had thought to get them off the street and into the partial cover of an alley. Zack knew they should have the decency not to make out in public like a couple of horny teenagers, but he was half-drunk with arousal, and John felt wonderful against him.
“Part of me thinks this is a dream,” John murmured. “I thought about having you like this so many times . . . it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.”
Zack brought his lips within a hair’s breadth of John’s. Just as he felt the first warm sweep of John’s tongue, he pulled back, smirking. His blood was rushing through him, urging him to take the man already, but the temptation to tease was too great for him to resist.
“Want me to prove I’m real?” he asked.
“Please do,” John drawled.
“How would you like me to prove it?” He raked his nails lightly down John’s back. “Tell me.”
John drew a shuddering breath, looked Zack in the eye, and said, “Kiss me.”
Zack didn’t need to be told twice.
He grabbed John’s face and crushed their lips together. He wanted it to be good—it was their first kiss, after all—but the second their lips touched, he knew he couldn’t hold back. It was eager and uncoordinated, with too much pressure and virtually no skill, but it was somehow the best kiss of Zack’s life.
John melted against him. He still had Zack pinned, pressing them hard together. Zack imagined this was what it would feel like to have John on top of him, and the thought made him giddy.
Zack coaxed John’s mouth open with his lips. As soon as tongues became involved, Zack decided he could spend the rest of his life kissing John. It felt incredible: slick and warm and soft. John tasted like whiskey and kissed like he wanted to ruin Zack’s life. He was subtle—a flash of tongue, a playful nibble—and all the while his lips never stopped their sweet, slow slide against Zack’s.
God, if he was as good at fucking as he was at kissing, Zack was in for one hell of a night.
Zack tore his mouth away with a gasp. He’d been trying not to get too excited while they were still in public, but if they kept kissing, he wasn’t going to be able to hide it anymore. His jeans were already tight, and he couldn’t walk through the streets of LA sporting an obvious erection.
“John,” he said. His voice cracked. “How far is your car?”
“Not far,” John replied. His mouth was bruised red like crushed grapes.
Zack shivered. He wanted to push John to the gritty asphalt and see those lips wrapped around his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
“Where is your car?” he asked again with more force.
“Maybe five blocks from here.”
“Is it parked on the street?”
John looked toward the mouth of the alley. Zack took the opportunity to drink him in. He was rumpled and flushed in a way that screamed S-E-X. Warm, gloating pleasure washed through Zack. He loved the idea that he’d managed to leave his mark all over John and hadn’t even gotten him naked yet.
John answered, “Yeah, I parked in front of a coffee shop.”
Zack cursed. If it was one of those late-night places, his plans would be ruined. “Well, we’ll just have to see.”
John started to question him, but Zack fisted his hands in the front of his suit and hauled him in for another passionate kiss. John didn’t attempt to resist. Zack pulled away after a second, however, and put some space between them. “Lead the way, and be quick about it, or we’re not going to make it that far.”
John staggered ahead, looking dazed and thoroughly debauched. Zack would have been smug about it if he weren’t weak in the knees himself.
After several minutes of tense walking—anticipation thrumming in the air, and every accidental brush of their hands sending sparks flying between them—John pointed to a white Lexus parked beneath a row of trees. The only other car was a block down and on the other side of the road. Zack surveyed the coffee shop. It was closed, thank God, and as far as he could tell, there were no wayward employees still cleaning up inside. Along the curb, the trees cast inky-black shadows. It was the closest thing to privacy that Zack could have hoped for.
John pulled out his keys with shaking fingers. He hit a button, and the car’s headlights flashed. There was a faint clicking sound as the doors unlocked.
John stopped and regarded Zack tentatively. The question on his face was clear, as was a mixture of hesitance and unabashed want. The air between them crackled.
Zack wet his lips and asked what they were both thinking: “Backseat?”
“God, yes.” John’s eyes smoldered. He started to crowd Zack against the door, but Zack took charge this time. He kissed John fiercely while he fumbled with the door handle. When he managed to get it open, he shoved John inside and climbed after him, slamming the door behind them. They fused like metal. John hauled him on top. He smeared their lips together in a messy, desperate kiss.
Zack kissed back as best he could while his brain was clouded with desire. John was sprawled beautifully across the seats, and all Zack wanted to do was strip him and taste every inch of his skin. Zack knelt over him, resting his palms on the supple leather seats, and though it was a bit cramped, they were finally, finally alone. Zack wanted to make this last, but he knew there was no way in hell that was going to happen. He’d been waiting for way too long. The tension in his body felt like it was going to snap him in half if he didn’t do something soon. He just needed to get off. He could worry about taking his time later. John was pliable beneath him, just begging to be fucked, and Zack was tired of acting civilized.
John canted his hips up, searching for contact. He didn’t seem to be able to articulate what he wanted, and there was something excruciatingly hot about that. Zack reached down and cupped him through his pants. The thin, silky fabric did nothing to keep Zack from feeling exactly how hot and hard John’s dick was. Zack’s mouth watered.
John jolted like he’d been shocked. Zack bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself from how sexy John’s reactions were. His brain whirred with possibilities. There was so much he wanted to do—an endless catalog of sexual possibilities—but they needed to be quick and discreet. They only had one first orgasm together, though. Zack needed it to be more interesting than a blowjob in the backseat.
Zack had never been much for frottage, but it seemed their best bet given the current situation. He straddled John’s lap, slotting their hips together, and pleasure bloomed in front of his eyes.
“Oh,” John moaned. Zack was certain he hadn’t intended to speak.
Zack rocked experimentally against him. It wasn’t nearly enough, just the barest hint of friction through denim, but it still made pleasure surge through him. He rolled his hips forward again, and John threw his head back.
“Fuck,” he panted, “that feels good.” He trailed his hands down Zack’s sides and dug into the small of his back.
Zack picked up the pace, eager for more contact. John matched his rhythm, and soon they were rutting together. The air grew thick with body heat and the sound of their ragged breathing. Zack was so hard, so desperate to get off. He needed more.
He grabbed John’s hips and forced them to still. John mewled in protest, but Zack shushed him and fumbled with the button on his jeans. When John realized what he was doing, he hurried to help him. Together, they managed to open their flies and free their straining erections.
Zack took himself in hand and squeezed. It felt so good, a choked sob fell unbidden from his lips. This was what he’d been missing: direct contact. He looked between John’s legs, not even bothering to be subtle about it. John had a beautiful, long-fingered hand wrapped around himself. He wasn’t as thick as Zack, but he was longer and ruddier. His cock arched out from a nest of light pubic hair. Zack wanted to bury his face in it.
“Like what you see?” John asked with a smirk.
Zack pointedly licked his lips. The cocky smirk flew off of John’s face and was replaced with raw need.
“Let me feel you,” John rasped.
Zack lost all semblance of coherent thought. He lined his bare erection up with John’s and thrust. At the first touch of velvety-hot skin, pleasure coiled tight in his abdomen. When John curled his hand around them both and gave a clumsy stroke, Zack saw stars.
“Fuck,” he panted, “fuck, that’s good. Do that again.”
John obeyed, pumping them leisurely, but then his hand stilled.
“Calluses,” he said. “I’ve been dying to feel them.”
Zack huffed a breath and nodded. He pushed John’s hand away and took its place, skimming the rough tips of his fingers over John’s length.
John cried out, arching his back. Zack paused, wondering if he’d somehow hurt him, but then John gritted out, “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
Zack couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. There was nothing but sweat and pre-come to ease the way, but it was enough. Zack thrust shallowly against John in time with his strokes. John had his hands over his eyes.
Zack leaned down and kissed his jaw. “All right?”
John nodded. “Yes, definitely, but if I look at you, I’m going to come.”
Zack’s cock twitched at his words. This wasn’t going to last much longer.
“So come.” The hunger in his tone was undeniable.
John cracked an eye open. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m nearly there too.”
John grunted. His hand joined Zack’s. Together, they wrapped completely around their erections.
“Fuck your fist,” John commanded. “Just like this.” He thrust, sliding in and out of the channel formed by their fingers. Zack was suddenly right on the edge.
He moved with John, rolling his pelvis slowly at first and then gaining speed as searing pleasure built up in him. The car swayed with their motions. Anyone who glanced at it would be able to tell what was going on inside, but Zack didn’t care. He was so close now, so close, just a little more.
“Oh God,” John babbled, his eyes clenched shut. “Zack, ah, you feel so good. I’m gonna come, and when we get back to my place . . .” He opened his eyes and looked at Zack with burning intensity. “I want you to fuck me.”
Zack didn’t orgasm so much as dissolve into pleasure. It wasn’t the longest he’d ever had, and between the cramped space and the weird angle, it was far from the most comfortable, but Zack had never felt such complete satisfaction before. It was like a trigger had been released deep within him, launching him into a full-body high. It ricocheted through him, radiating out from his groin into every vein, every sinew, every strand of hair.
By the time it was over, Zack was weak. He opened his eyes just in time to watch John breathe heavily through the remnants of his own orgasm. His eyes were lidded, his hair was a disheveled mess, and his skin shone with a healthy film of sweat. The evidence was splattered all over his clothes. In short: he looked like a living wet dream.
Even though Zack had just come—and spectacularly at that—his cock pulsed at the sight. It was almost painful to be turned on again so soon, but he couldn’t help it. John was pushing all of Zack’s buttons at once. He had a feeling his recovery period was going to be put to the test.
Zack gave John a chance to catch his breath and then asked, “Good?”
John nodded and opened one bleary eye to look at him. “Very.”
“I’m sorry I missed that,” Zack said. He trailed a finger through the semen staining John’s shirt. “I think we ruined your suit.”
“I’m going to be honest,” John said. “I don’t care.”
Zack laughed, and the movement stretched his well-used abdominal muscles. With a groan, he pushed himself off of John.
“God, that was ridiculous.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ridiculous and really hot. Fucking in a car like kids who can’t wait until they get home.”
“Yeah,” John agreed. “But then again, I didn’t think we were going to make it through dinner, so in my opinion we did quite well.”
“Good point. So, you said something about your place?”
He heard John shift. Warm arms wrapped around him. “In a minute.”
John settled against him, and they fell silent. The sound of their breathing and the rhythmic rise and fall of John’s chest was hypnotic. Zack wasn’t much for cuddling, if only because he’d never had anyone he wanted to cuddle with. This time, however, with postcoital hormones addling his brain and the fogged-up windows cutting them off from the rest of the world, Zack felt peaceful.
That didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for John, though. “If you get come on my jacket, I’m going to be pissed.”
John squeezed him tighter. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“No, seriously, Kira will kill you.” Zack pulled away, but then he turned around and kissed John to take the bite out of his words. “You’re too handsome to die.”
John stretched like a cat. “Way to spoil the moment.”
“There will be plenty of time for that later. I’m sweaty and sticky, and I’d like to get out of these clothes.”
John perked up. “Well, that’s all the motivation I need.”
They hid the evidence as best they could, courtesy of John’s pocket square. Then they got out, looked around surreptitiously to see if anyone had noticed them, and moved to the front seat.
Now that he wasn’t in such dire need to get off, Zack could appreciate the beautiful machine John drove. He couldn’t tell what model it was, but if the interior was anything to go by, it was one of Lexus’s higher-end vehicles. Everything was state of the art: sleek chrome, mahogany details, an electroluminescent display, built-in navigation system, and more. It made Marilyn look prehistoric, though in Zack’s opinion it didn’t have half of her charm.
Zack settled into the passenger seat and had to fight back a moan that was nearly as pleasured as his earlier ones.
“I take back what I said before,” he muttered, running his hand along the cool, smooth material. “Leather seats like these were made for sex.”
John flashed a grin at him. “Right? I thought about that when you told me you like working on cars. I might ask you to change my oil sometime just so I can see you bent over the hood.”
Zack started to correct him—changing the oil would actually involve being under the car—but he thought better of it. Instead, he said, “I will bend over this engine literally anytime you want me to, no questions asked.”
John pressed a button, and the car purred to life. He slid his phone out of his pocket, tapped the screen, and music came pouring through the speakers. The surround sound was crystal clear, of course. Better than the best headphones Zack had ever owned.
“Okay, now you’re just showing off,” Zack said.
John smirked. “Maybe a little.”
Zack relaxed as John pulled smoothly away from the curb. He didn’t recognize the song that was playing. It sounded like some sort of indie rock band. Not exactly his thing, but he found himself tapping his foot along with the beat. He had no idea what the lead singer was saying.
“Who is this?” he asked.
John handed his phone over. Zack took it and swiped the screen. It was locked.
“Um,” Zack began.
“Five, nine, eight, one,” John replied without looking at him.
Zack blinked. He put in the passcode, and the phone unlocked. Zack wasn’t sure what to say, so he tapped on the music app instead. The name of the band popped up, but that didn’t actually tell Zack anything.
“Um,” he said again, “either this isn’t English, or you fucked the literacy right out of me.”
John laughed. “They’re a French band.”
“Right,” Zack said. “Do you . . .?”
“Speak French? Oui. Je parle français. Tu es l’homme de mes rêves.”
Zack swallowed. “Wow. I didn’t think I had a thing for French, but apparently I do.”
“Maybe you just have a thing for me speaking French.” John looked at him and smiled.
Zack’s heart fluttered. “What did you say?”
John turned his eyes back to the road. “Nothing. I just said I speak French.”
“So, French, Italian, and English? Any others?”
“Sé un poquito de español.”
Zack grinned. “Now that I understood.”
He had John talk him through some of the music library. Ninety percent of it was in English, and Zack recognized a few of the bands. There were also German metal bands, Korean funk, and what Zack suspected was Swiss polka music—though John wouldn’t own up to it.
“Eclectic,” Zack said. “I mostly listen to pop.”
“I had you pegged as an old-school rock sort of guy. You know, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, that sort of thing.”
“That’s what I listened to in high school,” Zack said, “when I was angry with my parents. I still am, but I don’t live with them anymore, so the rage has dissipated a bit. These days, I prefer music that gets me pumped.”
“Interesting. We’re almost there, by the way.”
“Jesus, not to sound like I work for Lexus, but what a smooth ride. Do you live in an apartment or what?”
“My parents let me stay in one of their houses, actually. They used to rent it out, but when I started law school, I needed a place, so . . .” He shrugged.
“Is it a mansion?”
John looked at him askance. “You think my parents put one person up in a mansion? Our last name isn’t Wayne.”
“Sorry, sorry, I had to ask.” Zack glanced out the window. He didn’t recognize where they were, which meant this was likely one of the nicer areas. Any doubt was erased by the glimpses of manicured houses and rolling lawns.
“Where are we?” Zack asked.
“Atwater Village,” John answered.
Zack whistled. “That’s a good part of the city. I mean, it’s no Beverly Hills, but still.”
John shrugged. “Yeah, well, my parents wanted a place outside of Hollywood, and it’s closer to my school. Sorry if you expected better.” His tone was unmistakably bitter.
Zack’s insides squirmed. “I didn’t mean—”
“No, no,” John said, glancing at him again, “I’m the one who should apologize. I’ve always hated talking about money. Pretty hypocritical, right? I own nothing but expensive things, and then I expect people to ignore them. I’m sorry for being rude. I was mad at myself, not you.”
Zack reached over and put a hand on John’s knee. “It’s okay. I won’t mention it again.” He dragged his fingers along the cut of muscle that shaped his thigh. “Let me make it up to you.”
John shuddered and grabbed his hand before it could climb too high. “Tempting as that is, I’d really rather not crash this car. I have a hard enough time focusing when you’re not touching me.”
“I can respect that,” Zack said thickly, “but I suggest you pick up the pace, or we might have to pull over.”
John made a small sound and hit the gas. The car accelerated effortlessly. Within minutes, they were pulling into the driveway of a house.
It wasn’t a mansion, like John had said, but it was bigger than Zack’s apartment by far. It was one story, had large, arched windows in its face, and a row of trimmed hedges around the perimeter. A stone walkway, lined by flower beds and small trees, led up to the front door.
They got out of the car, and Zack walked around to John’s side. John took his hand and led him toward the front door. Zack stared at their twined fingers and tried not to trip over his own feet.
They reached the house, and John let go of his hand long enough to pull out his keys. Zack took a quick look around while John unlocked the door. The house had a decent front porch, the kind he could imagine sipping coffee on before work in the morning. It even had a swinging bench at the far end. It had a sort of prim, New England feel to it that Zack liked, despite being strictly a West Coast man.
John was struggling to get the door unlocked in the dark. Part of Zack thought he should help him—use the flashlight app on his phone to light the way or something—but a much larger and more insistent part couldn’t resist the opportunity.
He got behind John and pressed against his back. John went still, and Zack moved his lips to John’s ear.
“Having trouble?” he asked, lowering his voice to a silky rumble.
John laughed breathily and said, “Is this your idea of helping?”
“Oh no,” Zack whispered. He slowly licked John’s ear. “If I wanted to help, I would never do this.” He slid one of his hands under John’s shirt and dragged his fingernails over John’s stomach.
John shivered, and Zack almost squeezed him reflexively. He’d always favored partners who were around his size, but right now, he was really enjoying his couple of inches of height advantage. It was intoxicating, being able to cover John’s whole body with his and feel John’s reactions from head to toe.
Zack slipped his hands down to John’s hips and guided them until John was flush against him. He ground his half-hard erection against John’s ass.
“Zack,” John said in a trembling voice, “if you’re not careful, I’m going to end up having sex with you on my own front porch.”
“Then you’d better get the door open,” Zack murmured, brushing his lips along John’s nape.
John moaned and redoubled his fight with the front door. Zack concentrated on kissing as much of his neck as he could reach. John had the most delicious, clean smell, like soap and sunshine. Zack couldn’t resist the urge to taste his skin.
Finally, John turned the key in the lock, and they stumbled inside.
After shutting the door behind them, John grabbed Zack’s hand and dragged him toward the back of the house. It was too dark for Zack to see much, but he caught glimpses here and there: kitchen, living room, and some doors off to the side. They reached a hallway and stumbled down to the end of it.
John opened a door to the left and brushed his hand along the wall until he found a light switch. Zack blinked against the sudden brightness. They were in a large bedroom with mahogany furniture and a gray bed piled high with pillows. Zack suddenly remembered all the times he’d heard what sounded like shifting fabric while John was on the phone with him. Perhaps John had been lying on this bed, touching himself to the sound of Zack’s voice.
The thought made his mouth water.
John walked into the room and turned to face him. “Well, this is it.” He looked a bit shy. It was a marked difference from his usual confidence. Zack couldn’t help but grin.
He closed the distance between them again and skated his hands up John’s chest. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
Zack slid John’s suit jacket from his shoulders and let it fall to the carpet. John watched rapturously as Zack started unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like he was ready to pounce again, but he managed to wait while Zack stripped him from the waist up.
“Your shirt really is ruined,” Zack said. “I’d apologize, but I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry.”
“Good,” John said throatily. “It was worth it.”
The corner of Zack’s mouth turned up. He didn’t comment, instead turning his attention to John’s now-bare torso. John didn’t look it when he was clothed, but he was more fit than Zack. His abs carved deep grooves into his skin, and the bulge of his arm muscles was obvious even when he wasn’t flexing. Zack couldn’t resist reaching out and tracing a single finger over his taut stomach, mapping the planes and dips. John quivered but let him explore uninterrupted.
Zack unbuckled John’s belt in one fluid motion and divested him of his trousers just as quickly. As he watched, John fingered the waistband of his tight underwear and then slid the fabric down.
Zack licked his lips. “I’d ask if you’re happy to see me, but—”
“Shut up and get naked,” John said. “I’m tired of being the only one.”
Zack obeyed, toeing his shoes off and removing his jacket and shirt. John touched his chest reverently, trailing a hand up his arm, along his collarbone, and down to circle around one nipple. He laughed quietly. “God, you have freckles everywhere.”
“Wanna see the rest?” Zack teased. He undid his jeans. He was in serious danger of popping a seam, he was so hard. He kicked off the last of his clothing, and then they were standing gloriously naked together.
Zack couldn’t help but stare. John’s body was beautiful from head to toe: long, elegant lines, slim musculature, and milky skin. Zack wanted to leave livid red marks all over it.
John didn’t let him look for long. Before Zack could react, John grabbed him and pulled him into a savage kiss. It was more teeth than anything else, and the brutality of it made Zack’s blood sing. John started backing him toward the bed, but Zack flipped them around and pushed John down on the mattress.
“You,” Zack growled, pointing, “need to stop trying to top from the bottom. You can fuck me later if you like, but right now, it’s my turn. And I intend to make good use of it.”
John started to comment, but Zack shoved him down again until he was lying flat on his back. Zack climbed on top of him and examined him—splayed across the mattress, open and vulnerable. John relaxed against the bed, content to let him look. His hands skittered up Zack’s thighs, across his hips, over his ass. He grabbed it reverently.
Zack loomed over him, a hand on either side of John’s chest. He brought his lips within a hair’s breadth of John’s cheek and then skimmed slowly along his jawline and down his neck to his collarbones, never leaving the skin but never truly touching it either. Goose bumps popped up in a trail behind him.
“We need to talk about something,” Zack whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize John’s taste.
“What?” John mumbled, half-coherent.
Zack bit his collarbone in lieu of an answer.
John moaned, tensing beneath him. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?”
“Because I’m doing it,” Zack murmured, moving down to a nipple and flicking it lightly with his tongue. John spasmed, and Zack felt every clench of his muscles.
He looked John in the eye. “We should have talked about this before, actually, but I was too caught up in the moment.”
John looked adorably confused. His cheeks were bright pink in a way that made Zack want to do terrible things to him.
“Condoms,” Zack clarified. “We should have been using them this whole time, to be honest. Though I admit, I hate how they taste.”
“Ah.” John nodded. “You’re right.” He gestured to his bedside table. “I have condoms and lube in there. Help yourself.”
Zack climbed reluctantly off of him and reached for the nightstand. He rifled through it and found an unopened box of name-brand condoms and a nearly depleted bottle of lube. He smirked.
“Is this what you were using all those times I heard a cap open while we were talking?” Zack asked.
John blushed a bit brighter and nodded.
“Who would have thought that in a few short weeks you’d have me in your bedroom, acting out all the naughty things I said to you? Let’s see if I can live up to the fantasy.”
“You already have.”
“Oh, no, sweetheart, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”
Zack straddled John’s hips again, positioning himself so his erection rubbed against John’s now half-hard cock. John made a keening sound and grabbed his hips, trying to pull him closer. Zack indulged him, rocking slowly forward while he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He could feel John growing harder again with every thrust.
Zack gave himself some room. He rolled the condom onto his cock, squeezed some lube onto his palm, and rubbed his hands together to warm it. His eyes never strayed from John’s face as he prepared.
John was a sight to behold. He was trembling from head to toe, flushed in all his most sensitive areas: cheeks, neck, armpits, groin. His blond hair was splayed out like a halo, stark against the gray sheets. His pupils were huge, leaving just a thin ring of blue iris around their dark depths, like a lunar eclipse. Even if Zack hadn’t felt how aroused John was, he’d be able to see it in the undiluted want on his beautiful face.
Zack had to take a few breaths to calm himself. He’d never been so turned on from looking at someone before.
John canted his hips up again and growled, “Will you get on with it already? I feel like I’ve been waiting years for you to fuck me.”
Zack huffed a laugh. “I should have known. You might look completely fuckable, but there was no way you were going to let me run the show, right?”
“Not if you keep teasing me like this.” He bucked against him again and made a low keening noise. “Please, Zack, fuck me. I want your cock so badly.”
Zack swore. “Patience, or I’ll make you do it yourself.” He leaned down and licked a hot line up John’s neck. “Would you like that? If I sat back and watched you open yourself up for me?” While he talked, he trailed his lube-covered fingers down John’s side, over the jut of his hip bones, and between his legs. He pressed teasingly at his entrance, circling one finger around it without pushing in.
John’s breathing hitched. “Yes.”
“Yes, you’d like that, or yes, you like what I’m doing to you right now?”
John started to answer, but then Zack breached him slowly. The lube eased the way, and without even trying he slid in to the knuckle. John’s hips jerked up, forcing him in deeper. Zack grabbed him and held him still, making a soft shushing sound. “Easy, babe. There’s no rush.”
“Yes, there is,” John panted. He fought against Zack’s grip, trying to push more of him inside. “I can take it, I swear. Give me more, please.”
Zack moaned raggedly. “God, I want to. But I’m not going to risk hurting you. Relax, and it’ll go faster.” He pushed his finger farther in, and John groaned like some lost part of him had finally returned: eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slack.
Zack felt like he could come just from watching John’s facial expressions. He worked him slowly open with one finger and then added a second. John started microthrusting his hips to meet Zack’s movements. Zack gave up on trying to hold him still and let him fuck himself on his fingers. It was mesmerizing to watch them disappear into John’s body with every roll of his hips. Zack’s skin tingled at the idea of watching his cock do the same.
He added more lube and a third finger. His eyes were rapt on John’s face, searching for signs of discomfort or pain. If anything, John’s enthusiasm doubled with every finger Zack added. He was moaning with abandon now, wordlessly and in time with his thrusting hips. The sight of it was unraveling Zack’s desire to draw this out.
As if sensing his weakness, John reached down and gave his reddened cock a long stroke as he thrust down hard onto Zack’s fingers. He must have found the perfect spot, because his mouth dropped open into a silent O. Zack could actually see pleasure reverberating through him like a plucked guitar string.
Zack’s self-control shattered.
He removed his fingers, ignoring John’s whine of protest. He grabbed one of John’s legs and pushed his knee to his chest, exposing him. Zack paused, absorbing the sight—John open, pliant, and trembling with need—before he lined his cock up. John was watching him with a look akin to wonder on his face.
“You all right?” Zack asked. “Still want to do this?”
John laughed breathily. “I have never wanted to have sex more in my life. Now hurry up, or I’m going to make you pay for this when it’s my turn to top.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Zack took his dick in hand and guided himself into John. The second they touched, the stretch and pressure made Zack dizzy with lust. He was met with brief resistance at first, but then the head breached the ring of muscles. Zack fought the urge to sink in as deep as he could go. He could still hurt John if he didn’t do this slowly. But God, did it feel good. Every clichéd description he’d ever heard drifted through his head: hot and tight and slick and perfect. He pulled out and slid forward again, reveling in the pleasure that washed through him from that simple motion alone.
Zack cracked an eye open and looked at John. His face was screwed up, and his fingers were fisted in the sheets.
“Are you okay?” Zack asked through clenched teeth.
When John looked at him, his face was rapturous. “Yes, God, you feel so fucking good. Keep going.”
If Zack had been a stronger man, he would have held back like he’d intended, but he wasn’t, and John was gagging for it. Without thinking, Zack thrust deeply into him, pushing forward until his hip bones touched skin. John threw his head back and made a strangled noise.
Zack leaned down and fluttered kisses all over his face. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing,” John breathed, barely audible. “Give me a minute, and then you can move.”
Zack relocated his mouth to John’s chest, licking, biting, and kissing all the skin he could reach. John adjusted gradually beneath him, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Zack. After a few seconds, he gave an experimental thrust. They moaned in unison.
“Fuck, I love being inside you,” Zack whispered, burying his face in the crook of John’s neck. He rocked into him, keeping his thrusts deep and long. Every slide sent pleasure echoing through him from head to toe. His nerve endings were on fire.
“Keep going,” John gasped. “Ah, yes, like that.” He lifted his hips and then cried out when Zack picked up the pace, thrusting harder into him. Zack adjusted his angle until John made a sound of startled pleasure. He focused on hitting that spot again and again. Within seconds, John dug his fingers into Zack’s back hard enough to draw blood.
“Right there,” John said brokenly. “Fuck, right there. So good.”
Zack dragged his lips along John’s collarbone and felt the faint indents from his own teeth. “I love how vocal you are. You fuck like a dream.”
“Mmm, yes, keep talking to me.”
Zack chuckled. “Can’t get off without the sound of my voice, huh? I’ve spoiled you.”
“Please,” John groaned. He sounded shattered, and it did beautiful things to Zack. “Tell me how good it feels. How good I feel. I want to hear it.”
Zack changed his rhythm again, pumping shallowly. His motions made the head of his dick pop in and out of John, stimulating the nerves at John’s entrance.
It was hard to focus on anything but the slide of his cock into the tight body beneath him, but somehow Zack managed to say, “John, you feel amazing, better than I imagined. I can’t wait until it’s my turn to be filled up with your cock like I’m filling you right now.” Zack punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that made sparks fly in front of his eyes. John grabbed his ass and bodily forced him deeper. Zack’s brain short-circuited from how hot that was. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m close,” he breathed. “I’m so close, and I’m going to come so hard it almost scares me. John, do you want me to come in you?”
“Fuck yes,” John moaned. He was holding on to Zack’s hips for dear life, unable to do anything but lie there and be fucked. Zack concentrated on the snap of his hips, but the closer he got to orgasm, the more erratic his rhythm became.
He could feel it approaching like a storm, threatening him with raw intensity. He gave up on a rhythm and just pounded into John as hard as he could, prompting a chorus of, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” John’s head lolled on his neck, but he kept his death grip on Zack.
Zack drew a shaky breath and skimmed his lips along John’s skin again, whispering against it, “I want you so badly. Even before I knew anything about you, I wanted you. I’m buried in your body right now, fucking you, and I still want you. I can’t get enough.”
“Zack, ah, please, I need—” John broke off, arching his back helplessly. Zack understood. He reached between them and fisted John’s erection. He couldn’t keep a steady rhythm, and God, he was too far gone to even think about technique, but he was able to give him a dozen quick, sloppy pumps.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked. John nodded mutely. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead. He looked equal parts tortured and ecstatic, suspended in the bittersweet seconds before orgasm. Zack wanted to watch him come first. It wouldn’t take much to push either of them over the edge. Zack knew exactly what to do.
Zack leaned down and bit his earlobe. He lowered his voice to the sensual rumble he’d used so many times before and said, “Come for me, John. Come for me and burn my name into your skin.”
John went rigid beneath him. His cock grew infinitesimally harder in Zack’s hand, spattering hot fluid on his stomach. It was the sound John made, however, that caused Zack’s pleasure centers to overload. John howled as he came. The sound rebounded throughout Zack’s body before it buried itself between his legs, and then he was coming too. He shoved deeply into John’s body just before the first wave hit and all his muscles tensed. He was paralyzed by the intensity of it. It probably only lasted for a few seconds, but to him he orgasmed for a small eternity, locked inside John.
When he came back down, he became aware of his breathing first. His lungs had somehow continued to function while his brain was off-line. They were dragging air into him. Zack blinked, and the room came back into focus with startling clarity. He felt something solid underneath him, along with the uncomfortable chill of cold air on dried sweat. He looked down and saw John lying boneless, his limbs thrown out to the side.
When Zack could move again, he pulled out gently. John hissed but otherwise didn’t comment. He flopped an arm in the direction of the nightstand. Zack glanced down and spotted a small trash can against the wall. He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash before collapsing on his back next to John. His shifting weight seemed to rouse John for a moment. He opened his eyes a slit and peeked at Zack.
“Wow,” John said.
“Yeah,” Zack agreed.
They fell into comfortable silence. Zack felt great. Content to his core, albeit exhausted. He couldn’t pass out quite yet, though. He needed to ask John a question first. There was a chance things were about to get awkward.
“Can I—”
“Yes,” John interrupted. His voice was clouded with sleep. “Of course you can stay here. I was hoping you would.” John rolled onto his side and nuzzled Zack’s neck. “Will you?”
Zack grinned. “Yeah, I will. But if we’re going to sleep, we’re going to do it under the covers.”
John groaned. “You can’t expect me to move after that. Or ever again.”
With Herculean effort, Zack hauled himself into a sitting position. “Fret not, babe. I got it.” After jumping to his feet—more than a little unsteadily—he pulled the covers back, reached under John, and lifted him up enough to pull the blankets out from under him.
John made an impressed noise but didn’t open his eyes. “Click out the light while you’re up.” He paused. “Please.”
Zack walked to the door and flicked off the switch, plunging the room into darkness. Then he climbed in next to John and put his arms around him. John snuggled closer but then switched their positions so he was the one holding Zack. Zack allowed it. John had just gotten the thinking fucked out of him. He could be the big spoon if he wanted.
“Hey,” Zack said once they’d settled in. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“You know, for someone who looks like a bad boy, you’re being awfully considerate.”
Zack snorted. “I guess I am. I just wanted to make sure.”
John kissed him on the cheek. “You’re adorable. I’m not fragile, though. You’re not going to break me. Now stop fussing and go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Zack yawned. “Okay. Good night.”
John grunted and flexed his arms around Zack possessively. Zack lay awake and listened while John’s breathing slowed into a soothing rhythm. Lying in a strange bed, snuggling with his new lover after a round of spectacular sex, was one of the most tranquil experiences of Zack’s life, for reasons he didn’t think he could put into words.
He smiled at the darkness and fell into a deep, dreamless, and utterly relaxed sleep.