“Go on, fuck my cock. I love to watch you.”
Withdrawing almost completely, then slamming himself back down, Zach rode him hard, sweat dripping down his body, his hair sticking in damp ringlets around his face. Sam lost himself in the pure carnal lust on Zach’s face and dragged his head down for another kiss. This one wasn’t soft and pretty; their mouths clashed, tongues licking and thrusting. Sam reached for and found Zach’s hand and laced their fingers together, and they held on tight to each other.
Their mutual grunts and groans echoed through the room, and coupled with the wet, slapping sounds of their flesh, set Sam’s orgasm splintering through him and he came, his cock pulsing strong within Zach’s heated passage.
“Ahh,” said Sam, his head wedged tight in the crook of Zach’s neck, lips buried against Zach’s shoulder while his body shook from the aftereffects. Zach hung over him, chest heaving, his leaking cock still stiff between them.
Not for long.Sam wrapped his hand around Zach’s cock and as predicted, it only took three or four slides before Zach erupted, shooting hot streams across Sam’s stomach to his chest. Heedless to the stickiness between them, Sam pulled Zach down so he lay on top of him; it had fast become his favorite way to sleep. He loved Zach’s weight and the way their bodies molded together—a perfect fit. A drowsy peacefulness ensued, and he held Zach tight and closed his eyes.
He must’ve dozed off for a moment, Sam realized as he blinked awake to Zach washing off his chest.
“Why’d you get off?” He stretched and yawned. “You know I like you lying on me.”
Zach pushed his glasses up on his nose and gave him a funny look. “Yeah, but you were moving around so much it wasn’t comfortable for me, and I got the feeling for you as well.” Zach swiped the washcloth one last time. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Content to lie in bed while he heard Zach in the shower, Sam decided he’d tell Zach about the doctor’s diagnosis after they were finished with dinner and relaxing. Sam knew how hurt Zach would be if he found out Sam had kept such a secret from him. Happier now that his decision had been made, Sam joined Zach in the shower.
A wet and naked Zach stood toweling himself off on the bath mat; he glanced up at Sam and gave him a smile through the fall of his dark hair as he bent to dry his legs. Droplets of water glistened off his smooth shoulders and clung to his back. Without speaking, Sam held him, kissing the back of Zach’s neck where the hair curled damp and smelled like coconut.
Holding Zach gave Sam hope for a future he once thought gone forever. It went beyond the breakup with Andy; that part of him happened a lifetime ago to a different person. What troubled him most was the way he’d left his relationship with his ex-partner on the force. It had been nagging at him, even before he and Zach had met. Even though he’d apologized to Rob, Sam had yet to make peace with himself and knew it would forever weigh on him until he cleared the air. His life had split in two it seemed: before Zach and after. And though aside from his friendship with Henry he kept little to nothing of who he’d once been, Sam wanted, no,neededto finish the last chapter before he could start fresh with Zach.
This was a problem he had no difficulty talking over with Zach.
“I’m going to call my ex-partner—Rob Santiago. I know he accepted my apologies over what happened that night, but it never sat right with me. I want him to understand how much I regret what I did.”
Zach turned in his arms and took his face between his hands. “Oh, Sam.” Their lips brushed together for a moment. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. I knew something was weighing on your mind.”
Sam gave Zach a fragile smile, made that much harder to maintain with guilt twisting his insides, and leaned his forehead against Zach’s, as much to gain comfort as it was to avoid the trust in Zach’s gaze. Trust Sam knew he didn’t deserve.
When did he turn into such a coward?
“Let me take a shower; then we’ll eat dinner. Did you text your mom and tell her about our meeting with the caterer?” Sam turned on the taps and stepped under the water.
He didn’t hear Zach’s response and finished his shower, rapidly washing the stickiness off his body. After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, he found Zach in the kitchen, heating up something that smelled amazing. His stomach growled, and he slipped his arms around Zach’s waist, resting his chin on Zach’s still-damp curls.
“Damn, what is that, and tell me I’m having it for dinner.”
All memory of Dr. Diaz’s warnings about diet flew from his mind at the sight of that plate of brisket and candied sweet potatoes. He could almost taste their caramelized goodness.
Zach laughter rumbled through him. “It’s some of the food Gideon and Rico insisted I take, and yes, we are having it for dinner.” He passed him a forkful of food. “Isn’t it good?”
If it were possible to have an orgasm from tasting food, Sam would’ve come right on the spot. “Can we have this at the wedding too?”
“No, this is more like comfort food for us. But we can make it a habit to get this from them every week if you want.”
“I want. So what did your mom say?” He tried to scoop some more sweet potatoes onto his fork, but Zach grabbed it away from him and pushed him out of the kitchen.
“No more. Leave some for me.” He put a layer of tin foil over the dish and put it in the oven to heat, along with the meat. “She barely showed any interest. Guess she’s too busy with her boyfriend.”
Detecting the bitterness in Zach’s voice, Sam chose his words carefully, not wanting to stir up any further resentment. “Why not try calling her again later? You said she was going to a show. She probably couldn’t talk.” After it being only the two of them for years, it was glaringly apparent to Sam that it was Zach who now struggled with his mother’s newfound independence and social life, despite his constant urgings to have her meet new people. Be careful what you wish for.
Sam’s own relationship with his mother was less codependent, since they hadn’t been close until their recent reconciliation. In Sam’s opinion, Zach would have to get used to his mother dating and having a separate life from him. Not that Zach had asked him.
“You don’t think there’s something fishy about this strange guy wanting to take her places and keep her away from me?”
“Um, it’s called dating. And no one’s trying to keep her away from you.” Sam took the plates and silverware Zach handed him and set the table. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of beer and another two of water. After placing those on the table, he turned around and leaned against it, trying to reason with Zach.
“In case you don’t remember, you and I didn’t spend time with her when we first met. The only thing we could think of was coming here and getting naked. We weren’t exactly thinking about your mother.”
