Zach hooked his thumbs around the waistline of his boxers and jeans and wiggled them on. He sat up and turned, setting his feet on the soft carpet. Bending, he scooped up Cael’s shirt from the floor between his feet. As Zach straightened, Cael extended his hand toward him. Zach clasped his hand, and Cael tugged Zach to his feet then kissed him again.
Cael’s lips on his sent tingles of absolute joy rippling through Zach. No one had ever sparked such warmth and love and desire in him before the way Cael had done all evening since their first tentative kiss in the kitchen.
After a lips-only, passionate kiss in which Cael demonstrated the depth of his love, Cael took Zach’s hand and led him down the hall to the laundry closet. They both stripped the rest of their clothes off and tossed all of it in the washing machine.
Zach stared at the taller, muscled body in front of him as Cael measured the detergent and dumped it in the machine. It was the first time Zach had seen Cael completely naked before, and Zach sucked in a nervous breath. Cael hadn’t seen him naked before either. His shorter, average status aside, Zach didn’t have the muscle definition Cael had, and was a little soft around the middle, even if he did manage to stay fairly thin. What if Cael didn’t like what he saw?
Cael closed the lid and started the wash cycle. Without a word and oblivious to Zach’s worries, he grabbed Zach by the hand and led him upstairs and into his bedroom. Cael paused by the doorway leading to the master bathroom and pushed Zach’s back to the cold wall.
Zach held his breath, looking up at Cael, searching for any doubt or dislike as Cael’s assessing gaze roved over him. Cael let out a low, guttural hum and brought his eyes back up to meet Zach’s. Zach inhaled sharply. The hunger and heat burning in Cael’s eyes pushed any uncertainty out of Zach’s mind. Cael stepped in, closing the little bit of space between them, and pinned Zach to the wall with his warm, strong body.
Cael hovered close, his lips ghosting over Zach’s, teasing him. Zach’s dick bounced, hardening again. Cael smiled, biting Zach’s lower lip.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Cael whispered.
“I know,” Zach replied, softly caressing Cael’s chest. His fingertips skimmed over the soft dusting of auburn hair, following its narrowing path downward. Everything about touching Cael, kissing him, being naked with him, felt nothing short of amazing and fucking perfect. “Is it weird that it’s not weird?”
“That just means it’s gonna work.”
“Good.” Zach pressed a soft kiss to Cael’s lips. “Because I really want this to work.”
“Me too.”
Cael sped through his nighttime routines, and Zach did the same, brushing his teeth with a spare toothbrush Cael had and using the bathroom. As Zach stood at the foot of the bed, wondering on which side Cael normally slept, the toilet flushed behind him and seconds later, Cael wrapped his arms around him from behind and planted a soft kiss just below his ear.
“Fuck,” Zach whispered, quivering as an electrified tingle shot down his back. Cael’s mouth teased the sensitive skin along his neck, sparking the nerves beneath the surface, driving Zach insane. He tried to relax into Cael’s embrace, but instead, his muscles tensed, the thrill of what this meant preventing him from doing so.
Cael froze. “Everything okay?”
“Better than okay,” Zach breathed, and he felt Cael’s tension ease. “I didn’t know which side you slept on.”
“Doesn’t matter. I plan to be wrapped around you all night.” Cael’s husky voice reverberated through every bone in Zach’s body.
“I have never wanted so fucking much to go to bed before.”
“That makes two of us.” Cael unfolded his arms from around Zach and clasped his hand. He led Zach to the side of the bed, turned off the light, and tugged him down onto the bed with him.
Zach positioned himself on his side to face Cael. Cael pulled the covers over them, sliding in close, and Zach moved closer and kissed him, hard. Zach reached down, wrapped his hand around Cael’s already hard length, and groaned, his own erection swelling again.
“Christ, Zach…” Cael rocked into Zach’s fist.
“I want you to fuck me,” Zach whispered in the dark, his heart pounding in his chest as he stroked Cael’s rigid length. He’d never much enjoyed sex with the women he’d been with before, but everything with Cael so far had been not only phenomenal, but also right.
Cael sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”
“I want to know if I’ll like it. I don’t want to wait.”
Zach stilled, wondering what would happen between them if he didn’t like it. Cael had sometimes talked about what he did with other guys in the past. Zach knew Cael always topped, and he didn’t want Cael to sacrifice anything he enjoyed for him, because Cael would. Zach couldn’t let Cael do that though and wanted to know if this would be an obstacle in their changed relationship.
Cael eased back and cupped Zach’s jawline. “What’s wrong, Pook?”
Zach sighed.
“Zach. Talk to me.”
Zach blew out a soft breath. “This is probably going to sound weird.”
“What?”
