Chapter Twelve
Zach threw himself on his bed the moment he was behind closed doors, kicking his shoes off and tugging his jeans open eagerly. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he shoved his hand into his underwear, gripping his already half-hard cock firmly, biting his lip at the borderline-painful pleasure of the first few strokes.
He moaned, letting his eyes fall closed and biting his lip, thumbing the head of his cock as precome welled up there, spreading it down the length. The bus ride home had been agonizing and heneededthis.
Dammit. Why did Flynn have to kiss him? He was doing just fine keeping his feelings in check until then.
The taste of Flynn’s mouth still lingered on his tongue, the bittersweetness of the beer he’d been drinking and the salt of his skin, searing hot and wonderful. He could have kissed Flynn all day, memorized every needy little sound he made, nipped at his lips and teased and teased until Flynn dragged him to the bedroom and had him make good on all the promises he could have whispered into his mouth.
The low-burning embers of arousal that had been sitting heavy in Zach’s gut as he made the uncomfortable trip home flared up again at the thought, at the pause when he’dknownFlynn was going to kiss him, but before they’d made contact, remembered anticipation making his belly tight with need all over again.
He wanted Flynn to kiss him. Hell, he’d wanted that since the day theymet, and he wanted it more every time he saw Flynn, but…
Flynn wasn’t supposed to want him back! Flynn was supposed to be safely straight, someone Zach could have a crush on without it ever going anywhere. Someone to help his heart heal by being sweet and kind and utterly unavailable.
Now they’d run right up to the edge of something else, and Zachwantedit, and he wasn’t ready to want it, but Flynn… Flynn was perfect, and he’d been so solid and warm against him, and Zach didn’t have the willpower not to enjoy this.
It was too easy to imagine Flynn dragging him home and pressing him up against the wall, curious fingers sliding under Zach’s t-shirt, exploring the curves and crevasses of his body the way he explored a piece of pottery, neatly-trimmed nails scratching lightly at his skin.
The scent of him, warm and masculine andexcitingsurrounding Zach as he leaned in, nuzzled his jaw, mapped out the shape with lips and tongue. Fumbling for his belt buckle, clumsy at first because he’d never had to open anyoneelse’sbelt before, but enthusiastic, and careful, and thrilled when he got it.
His eyes lighting up, sparkling in the low light, dark with arousal and so damned pretty Zach could have written sonnets about him if he was any good at that kind of thing.
“Flynn,” he gasped as his barely-coherent fantasy progressed toFlynn’shand being wrapped around his cock instead of his own, fingers gentle at first, unsure, feeling out the shape of him, then growing confident as he realized this was just like doing this for himself, like he had thousands of times.
And Zach would moan and whimper and beg for more in his ear, against his throat, into his mouth, anywhere he could get at. He’d bite his lip and rock his hips and open Flynn’s pants in exchange, sigh at the heat and weight of him when he finally got them open and his fingers curled around him, sure strokes making a rumbling groan well up in Flynn’s chest straight away, Zach’s experience shining through, convincing Flynn this was a good idea.
Flynn would leak precome into his hand, and rock against him, demanding more. For once, justoncehe’d ask for what he wanted, and Zach would give it to him.
Tension pooled in Zach’s belly at the thought, the calluses on his fingers catching against the sensitive spot under the head of his cock. He pushed his pants down a little further and spread his legs, still wrapped up warmly in Flynn’s jacket, surrounded by his familiar scent.
It wasn't as good as really having him there, but it was as close as Zach was going to get right now, and it was so easy to close his eyes and let himself imagine Flynn’s weight on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress, his cock hot and thick and perfect.
He’d be so damnedgoodin bed, generous and patient and eager to please, and Zach wouldlethim. He’d let Flynn sink into him and rock against him and take his time because…
Because, well, it hadn't been so long since he’d had sex, but it had beenfartoo long since he’d been thoroughly, satisfyingly fucked.
He bit his lip at the thought, hips rocking into his hand, precome spilling over his fingers, slicking the way. He was soclose, and he could smell Flynn’s cologne on him, and remember the way he tasted and the heat of his body.
Zach’s orgasm started at the base of his spine and shuddered its way down with the force of a tidal wave, leaving him arching off the bed. He groaned, low and long, the effort knocking the breath out of his lungs as he came all over his own hand in thick spurts.
The thought of Flynn looking shocked and awed that he’d made another man come left Zach jerking his hips, spilling just a little more as aftershocks rippled through him.
He collapsed into the mattress when he was finally done, his chest heaving with every breath.
This wasn't how he’d expected his evening to go.
Zach licked his lips, trying not to think about the way he could still taste the faintest hint of Flynn on them. Maybe hecouldn't, maybe he was imagining it, but it was vivid if he was.
The moment when he’d realized Flynn was about to kiss him replayed in his mind over and over, his stomach swooping the same way it had as Flynn’s hand made contact with his face every time.
He wasn't going to get over the way that felt anytime soon.
He’d need to get up in a minute, but right now, all he wanted to do was roll onto his side and imagine Flynn wrapping his arms around him and holding him close, making him feel safe, and loved, and wanted.
The thing was, Flynn stillwassafe. Even with the power to break Zach’s heart, he wouldn’tdoit. Not knowingly.
Which made therealproblem the fact that it was entirely possible that Flynn would never want to speak to him again. Kind and gentle and wonderful as he was, he could panic over this.
