Chapter Seventeen
Flynn gasped as Zach’s cock brushed against the sensitive spot behind his balls, rocking back against him as his own cock twitched in response.
When Zach had asked him totrusthim right after waking up, Flynn hadn’t been sure he’d like whatever he had planned, but he was sold now.
Behind him, Zach chuckled. He reached out, curling his hand over the front of Flynn’s thighs and tucking it firmly between them, holding him in place, hips rocking slowly against him.
Another gasp escaped him as the head of Zach’s cock scraped against the back of his balls, just the tiniest nudge. No one ever touched him there, which he was just now realizing had been a mistake.
Hot pleasure pooled in the pit of his stomach with every new touch, excitement making his heartbeat pound in his ears.
“Told you to trust me,” Zach murmured, running his hand up and down between Flynn’s thighs as well, each stroke getting closer to where Flynn wanted it, but notquitetouching.
Shy as he had been up until now, it turned out that Zach was anythingbutin bed, and Flynn loved that. He loved someone else feeling like they could take charge.
Obviously, he should have tried boys earlier. But then, he was glad his first time had been with someone like Zach. Someone heliked, someone who was kind, and confident, and experienced, but not pushy or demanding.
“I’ll never doubt you again,” Flynn promised, already out of breath as another spark of pleasure bounced around his gut. A softohescaped him as a long, slow thrust grazed his hole, his hips rocking back by themselves, his curiosity about what it would be liked to have Zach inside him flaring up again.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how excited Zach was to be fucked. Therehadto be something to it, based on his reaction. He definitely wasn’t just getting it over with or doing it for Flynn’s benefit.
“Good morning, by the way,” Zach murmured in his ear,finallyreaching up to grip his cock, and all Flynn could manage in response was a garbled moan, his hips jerking forward for more friction, the urge to come already getting unbearable.
Zach’s fingers were sure and rough, the calluses providing delicious friction against Flynn’s sensitive cock, already leaking in response to Zach’s cock between his thighs, and ohmanhe’d had no idea how sensitive he was there, but he was learning a whole lot of new things lately.
One of them being that sex with Zach was really,reallygood, and he wanted to keep doing it. He was into this, and into Zach, and he really didn’t know what that meant for the future, but…
For now, it felt better than anything had in a long time, and Flynn wanted to hang onto it.
“Harder,”Flynn managed to beg, the tightness in his gut too much, the need to get off too strong. Zach’s cock felt incredible between his legs, teasing even more sensitive spots Flynn didn’t even know he had, and the thought of maybe having himinsidesometime was enough to make his cheeks flush, but also…
It was more than enough to make his cock leak freely, his hips rock eagerly back to see if he could get Zach to brush against him again, a preview of what itmightbe like, and dammit this wasgood.
Flynn moaned as Zach’s cock finallydidslide back far enough, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he rode out the little ripple of pleasure, whimpering with need as Zach kept stroking him, confident and firm and not in any particular hurry.
They could have this, Flynn realized. They could have lazy mornings like this, all the time, if he wanted. If he was patient, and good to Zach, and they could both get around everything that’d happened to them and maybe find a little happiness with each other.
It wasn’t as though he was considering wedding bells—although that ship had kind of sailed—but Suki had called him Zach’sboyfriend, and that was a title he would have liked for himself.
He’d barely stopped thinking aboutthat, either.
“You feel sogood,” Zach murmured, adjusting his grip on Flynn’s cock like he was mapping the shape of it, committing it to memory for the future.
Flynn wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to, that he could have it whenever he wanted, but aside from that sounding weird even to him, it was too soon. Too soon for promises.
Zach had already had his heart broken once, and recently, too. He wouldn’t want to risk it again.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Flynn panted, his hips speeding up, pushing forward into Zach’s hand and back to feel his cock, little surges of pleasure making him feel hot and tight and needy, desperate to come.
Zach’s grip tightened around him, his thrusts getting faster to match Flynn’s. His hot breath brushed over Flynn’s ear with every gasp, every moan. Arousal built and built in the pit of Flynn’s stomach, searing hot and urgent, and he was soclose, and he wanted…
Wanted to come, want to makeZachcome, wanted to roll over and kiss him and bask in his presence, because he was the best thing that’d happened to Flynn in a long time, and he was sohot, and Flynn was definitely into dick, and he wanted to explore all of this with someone as kind and sweet and patient as Zach.
The urge to kiss Zach finally overwhelmed him, and he pushed away and rolled over, tangling their legs together as he pulled Zach back in, shoving his fingers deep into Zach’s untidy mop of hair to hold him in place while Flynn kissed him.
A few thrusts against Zach’s belly, a few brushes of his oversensitive, needy cock against Zach’s, and Flynn was coming, his orgasm hitting unexpectedly, like a freight train to the base of his spine, hips jerking forward, cock spilling all over both of their stomachs as he grunted and panted his way through a gut-wrenching finish.
Zach joined him a moment later, a cut-off cry the only warning before his whole body jerked, hard cock pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of Flynn’s belly as he finished, the hot rush of fluid sending another ripple of pleasure down Flynn’s spine, joy at having made Zach come filling his chest.
