But now those blue eyes that had so mesmerized Sam from the start shone bright with an optimistic inner light. And Sam remembered something else.
“Right. And you know what else?” Sam rubbed his crotch over Zach’s and was rewarded with a smile that spoke to his dirtiest fantasies.
“What?”
“I still want you up against this wall, wearing only those glasses and that smile.”
“Then do it.”
Shocked, Sam stared at Zach, the dreamy expression in his eyes replaced by one of rising hunger. Sam’s body hardened in response.
“Yeah?” His voice rasped in his throat.
Without answering, Zach drew his tee shirt over his head and pulled down his shorts and boxers. His cock jutted out, already hard, and Sam recognized the flush of lust creeping up Zach’s chest.
“Yeah.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked aside the shopping bags and knelt before Zach, holding his hips to steady him against the wall. The skin beneath his fingers was so smooth it begged to be touched, kissed…licked. Sam pressed his mouth against the slant of Zach’s hip bone and inhaled the scent of him.
“Comeon,” said Zach rocking his pelvis forward.
At the sound of Zach’s shuddering breath, Sam glanced up and was transfixed: Zach’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back, the black glasses askew. His mouth had fallen slightly open, and his breath came in short pants.
Jesus. Sam had hardly touched him, yet Zach looked ready to explode. And Sam’s fantasy changed. He didn’t want Zach up against the wall in a hard and hurried fuck. He had other plans.
“Hey.”
Zach opened his eyes, his expression heavy with lust.
“Bedroom.”
Without taking his hand off Zach’s hip, Sam stood and gathered him close, then walked to the bedroom. Along the way Sam snagged a bag with sheets and a small, faux sheepskin throw they’d bought to put down on the wooden floors for the winter.
Before they’d left the apartment this morning, Zach had stripped the bed so all that remained before them now was the bare mattress with a mattress cover. Sam threw the furry rug on top of the mattress and pushed Zach down on it where he lay waiting, desire written in his open mouth, flushed skin, and panting breath. Sam had never felt so wanted; sohungeredfor. He stripped naked and joined Zach.
To his surprise, Zach rolled over, facing him. Their cocks bumped together, and Sam pressed against Zach as they kissed, the taste of Zach’s mouth, always addictive, spiking a need deep within Sam for even greater intimacy.
Sam continued kissing down Zach’s throat, licking and sucking the tender skin along the cords of his neck. Zach shifted restlessly beneath him, his hands reaching downward to touch himself, but Sam batted him away.
“No.”
Zach stilled. “Touch me.” Desperation echoed in his voice.
Sam gazed down on Zach spread out beneath him and couldn’t hold back. He bent down and took Zach’s straining cock into his mouth, swallowing him down to the base. Beginning the slow glide upward, Sam swirled his tongue around the thick head, flicking the underside while always keeping a steady pumping rhythm with his hand.
The earthy taste of Zach intoxicated, and he continued to suckle, listening to Zach’s little gasps and moans. Sam loved those small, desperate sounds, loved that he was the one driving Zach crazy, and it spurred him on. He reached to cup Zach’s balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand, and gave them a little squeeze. At the sharp inhalation of Zach’s breath, Sam slid his fingers behind Zach’s balls, and brushed the crease of Zach’s ass.
“More.” Zach moaned, his head thrashing on the bed. “Please.”
His mouth still busy on Zach’s dick, Sam flirted with the rim of Zach’s hole, his fingertip sliding in just past the opening, then withdrawing. The first taste of Zach’s precome trickled onto his tongue, and Sam sucked hard and at the same time pushed his finger inside Zach.
“Oh, God.” Tremors racked Zach’s body, his harsh cry echoing in the room as he came, sending streams of ejaculate down Sam’s throat. This moment was Sam’s favorite: drinking down the hot, salty essence of Zach that filled his mouth, while holding his shaking body close. He waited until Zach’s cock softened in his mouth before releasing him and shifting upward to lie next to him.
The act of giving Zach pleasure had become an addictive craving, but the aftermath was what Sam loved. That closeness, the intimate touches of their lips and bodies brought him peace. He buried his lips in Zach’s damp curls and sighed with contentment.
His eyes still closed, Zach lay limp next to him, a smile curving his lips. “That was amazing.” He opened his eyes. “Come closer.”
Surprised, Sam rolled nearer, fitting his body into Zach’s, and slid his hand over Zach’s face to cup his jaw. He tugged him close and kissed him.
