A large, warm presence brushed up behind him. Sam had followed him.
“If you don’t want to talk any further about it, I won’t push you.”
Grow a pair, Zach argued with himself. Time to sort the junk floating in his head before making decisions on his future.
“No. I want to. Yeah, I live at home with my mom. When my father died I made a promise to myself to always take care of her. She swore it would be okay for me to room with my friends at school, and I did and tried to make it home as often as I could. Since we were in the city, it wasn’t a big deal.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “But after I graduated things got worse.” To his mortification, his throat swelled, making it hard for him to talk.
“Worse how?”
Without Zach even realizing it, Sam had led him to the sofa, but this time sat next to him, close enough to envelop Zach in his heat.
“She wanted to know where I was all the time and what I was doing; if I was in a safe place with friends. It had been years since my father had died, yet she continued to talk to him over the dinner table and late at night in her bedroom.”
Sam’s hand came down on his. “Sounds like she needed help.”
“I know, but I was only twenty—I graduated college early—and she said she was fine; refused to talk to a therapist.” He stared down blindly at his hand, now covered by Sam’s. “All she needed was me there to make her feel safe. That’s what she told me. How could I say no to her?”
Sam gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to say no. There are ways to say things and get her the help she needs, and you the privacy you need as well.”
Could he, even after all these years, or would she look at it like a betrayal? The problem was, with Sam touching him, he couldn’t think at all.
“Getting back to the Atlantic City story, that’s what happened that night. She thought she heard people trying to break into the house and got all panicky, so I came home to make her feel better. Of course, by the time I made it back to Brooklyn it was almost two hours later.”
“So crisis averted.”
Zach nodded. “And as usual she felt guilty and foolish.” Frustration grew within him, fearing what Sam must be thinking. “Kind of like I feel right now. I know you probably think I’m coddling her and immature for not cutting the apron strings. But,”—he gazed up into Sam’s serious eyes—“she’s my mom.”
“I think your mother is lucky to have you, and you in turn might be surprised at how much she might be able to handle.”
Surprising himself, Zach moved closer to Sam. “I don’t want to talk about my mother anymore.” Greedy to taste Sam again, Zach slid his hand around Sam’s broad neck and pulled him close, whispering against his mouth, “I’d rather not talk at all.”
Sam opened his mouth under Zach’s and stole Zach’s breath away. Without any hesitation, Zach met Sam’s plunging tongue with his own, and they kissed, tongues sliding, twisting, and tangling. Zach’s hand crept up Sam’s neck to bury itself in his thick wavy hair.
They stayed that way, the heat and need rising between them until Sam broke away first, his mouth red and swollen. Zach enjoyed seeing it, knowing he’d done that to this man.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we?” Sam hauled him up and pushed Zach in front of him, yet kept his bulk flush with Zach’s back, so Zach could feel every inch of Sam’s cock, pressing thick and firm against his ass.
Zach stumbled and Sam held him tighter. “I could pick you up and fling you over my shoulder, but I reserve that for when I have to resort to chase and capture to get what I want.” At the touch of Sam’s tongue in his ear Zach shivered violently. “I’m thinking I won’t have resistance to getting you naked and under me.”
Unable to speak, Zach simply shook his head. He pulled off his clothes, surprised his fingers were steady enough to undo buttons and snaps, never taking his eyes off Sam who’d stripped down in seconds flat, leaving his clothes in a heap next to the king-size bed.
Sam advanced on him and pushed him down, so Zach sat, coming face-to-face with Sam’s cock. It was beautiful, and needing no invitation, Zach leaned forward and slid it into his mouth.
“Fuuuck,” said Sam, his groan catching at the end. One hand ran through Zach’s hair, the other stroked his jaw with a light touch. It was a sweetly tender moment for Zach, who’d never known much affection from a lover. He nuzzled into Sam’s skin, inhaling him, wanting to remember the scent and sound of this forever.
Zach licked and suckled Sam’s cock, holding it in one hand, cupping the heavy sac in the other, loving the tiny sounds of satisfaction spilling from Sam’s lips. Increasing his speed, Zach swirled around the thick head, lightly scraping his teeth along the ridge running down the shaft.
“Uhhh.” Sam pulled out of his mouth with an audibleplop. “I want inside you; I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
The ache of want throbbed deep inside Zach; all the years of thwarted passion suddenly inflamed him; he could’ve cried out from the hunger to have Sam inside him again. He moved to the center of the bed and sat, a bit unsure of what Sam wanted.
“Lie down, baby, and spread your legs. I’m gonna get what we need.”
He complied, giving himself a few strokes while he waited. It felt so good, imagining it was Sam’s hands on him, that he couldn’t stop, and he closed his eyes, continuing to jack himself off. The mattress dipped, and Zach opened his eyes to see Sam sitting there, watching him with those dark, hungry eyes.
“Don’t stop, baby, keep touching yourself. Nice and slow.”
Zach held Sam’s gaze and kept sliding his hand up and down his straining cock, rolling his thumb over the leaking head and smearing the escaping fluid down his shaft. His other hand sneaked down and rolled his balls and tugged them, reaching farther back to brush up against his hole. Zach shuddered with the electricity sizzling through him as the sensitive nerves awakened at his touch.
