That, apparently, was all the encouragement he needed. Flynn gripped Zach with one hand, holding him firmly in place on his lap, and moved the other hand up his back to his neck again, pulling him in, nipping at his lips, brushing their noses together in a way that was probablyalwaysgoing to make Zach’s heart flutter whenever he did it.
“Want you,” Flynn murmured into his mouth, and Zach’s head spun with how badly he’d wanted to hear that and howgoodit was now that he had.
He reached down to open Flynn’s pants, gasping as his fingers slid over the outline of Flynn’s already hard cock. He paused to cup it, pressing his palm against the length, sliding his fingers back to tease Flynn’s trapped balls through the fabric of his dark, perfectly-fitted jeans.
Flynn grunted, his hips jerking into Zach’s hand, spurring him on.
Knowing Flynn was hard for him was enough to make Zach want to tease, draw this out, make sure he enjoyed every second of it and came begging and whimpering and eager for the next round. Flynn was a big boy—in more than one way, judging by the outline of his cock—and he could handle it.
“Hel-lo,” Zach murmured against Flynn’s lips between desperate, biting kisses, squeezing his cock through his jeans. He shifted his hand so he could run his thumb up and down the length, just for a few inches at the base, stroking firmly enough to make Flynn whimper against his jaw.
“Someone’s eager,” Zach teased, still stroking him, putting just a little pressure on the rest of the length with his fingers. Flynn made a low, needy noise, shifting against the couch cushions.
The glowing embers of arousal in the pit of Zach’s stomach flared up into a full-blown inferno as Flynn whimperedpleaseagainst his neck, the word barely more than a breath, his chest heaving under Zach’s weight, breath ghosting over his skin.
Hedefinitelywanted to reduce Flynn to a quivering mess, and it looked like it wouldn’t be all that hard.
“Zach,” Flynn murmured, and it wasincredibleto hear his name in Flynn’s rough, tight voice, clearly strained with arousal.
“Yeah, honey?” Zach asked, teasing, shifting his hand again to massage Flynn’s cock with a little more pressure.
Flynn blinked up at him with glazed, dark eyes, the pretty pink tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Whatever he might have been about to say was lost forever, Zach surging forward to catch his lips again, swallowing down a moan.
Flynn’s hips rocked into his hand, looking for more pressure, and Zach gave it to him for a few more long, luxurious seconds before moving his hand away.
The sound of loss Flynn made in the back of his throat did all kinds of good things for Zach’s ego. He laughed as he pulled back, taking in Flynn’s flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, his heart tight in his chest at howhe’ddone that, how Flynn was right on the edge of beggingfor him.
“Bed?” he asked, unsure if Flynn was ready for that, but eager to at leasttry.
Flynn nodded, and that was enough to make Zach scramble off the couch, grab his hand, and drag him into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him.
The mattress creaked under them as Flynn hit the bed with Zach on top of him, and his handsfinallycame up to touch Zach, sliding under his thin t-shirt to push it out of the way, making Zach gasp as the gentle touch tickled his ribs.
“Iwantyou,” Flynn said, staring up at him, and that was almost more than Zach’s little heart could take. The waver in his voice gave away that he was still nervous, but he was clearly going to push through it because—like he said—hewantedZach.
This time, Zach leaned down to barely brush Flynn’s lips, keeping the contact tender and sweet, giving him a moment to process. “It’s my turn to take care of you,” he murmured. “Okay?”
Flynn swallowed audibly, but nodded again. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough and unsteady. “Yeah, okay.”
Zach sat back up again to pull his own t-shirt off over his head, so Flynn wouldn’t be the first one feeling exposed and vulnerable. That seemed like the kind thing to do.
The moment he had the shirt off, Flynn reached out again, touching the soft part of Zach’s belly and tracing the lines of it with the tips of his fingers. Zach burst into giggles as he tickled the sensitive spot just below his belly button, but they turned into a gasp as Flynn trailed down the line of darker hairs that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
Once he got his confidence back, Flynn was going to beamazingin bed.
“You’re cute,” Flynn murmured, still exploring gently. It was hard to want to stop him, even if Zach’s cock was straining in his pants.
At least he could see that Flynn’s enthusiasm hadn’t faded at all, either. The way he was tenting his jeans spoke volumes about how much he was into this.
“You’recute,” Zach responded, reaching out to slide his hands under the hem of Flynn’s t-shirt. He squirmed at the touch of Zach’s work-rough hands against his soft belly, and Zach grinned, stroking lightly to make him gasp again.
“There’s lube and condoms in the top drawer,” Flynn said, cheeks bright red this time, and Zach’s heart fluttered.
A broad, delighted smile spread over Zach’s face. “You always knowexactlywhat to say to me,” he teased, shifting his weight to reach out, making sure his own hard cock brushed against Flynn’s as he bent down.
“This is brand new,” he said as he found what he was looking for, thumbing the thin plastic seal around the cap on the lube. “For me?”
Flynn nodded shyly, his ears so dark with blood that they almost blended in with his burgundy sheets.
