Flynn clung to Zach as he rode out the aftershocks, hips rocking just a little, their foreheads pressed together as he fought to catch his breath, tiny moans of pleasure still escaping him.
It’d been a long time since he’d come like that. Last night was incredible, but there was something shockingly intimate about morning-after sex, something Flynn had always loved but didn’t always get todo. Especially not with someone else initiating it.
Zach was turning out to be perfect in every possible way.
“Morning to you, too,” Flynn murmured, sighing a deep, satisfied sigh as the last sparks of pleasure fizzled out.
Zach laughed delightedly, the sound filling Flynn’s ears and making his brain tingle, a different kind of pleasure that felt just as good as having his cock stroked.
It was about to become his life mission to make Zach laugh more often. He could feel his bruised, battered heart opening up, just the slightest crack, eager to let Zach inside despite everything.
All Flynn ever really wanted was to love and be loved in return. It didn’t take much for him to offer his heart to other people.
Which was why he kept getting hurt, obviously, but if he hadn’t learned yet, he wasn’t going to learn anytime soon.
Besides, Zach had been hurt, too. He knew what it was like. Flynn trusted that he wouldn’t do it on purpose.
“I hope we’re doing that again,” Zach said, rolling onto his back and stretching luxuriantly, arching off the mattress as he did so. Flynn watched him, mouth suddenly dry, and yeah. Yeah, he wasdefinitelyinto guys, and this guy in particular.
“Me too,” Flynn responded, still following the lines of Zach’s body with his gaze, fascinated with the way the light spilling through the gap in the curtains highlighted all the curves and angles.
“You’re staring,” Zach said after a moment, though his eyes were closed. “I can feel it.”
“Want me to stop?” Flynn asked, not intending to unless Zach insisted. His heart felt overfull every time he looked at Zach, excitement making him feel like he could burst.
He really didn’t want to stop looking at him.
“It’s kinda hot, actually,” Zach murmured. “Stare all you want. People usually don’t.”
“You’re beautiful,” Flynn said. Partly out of habit, but mostly because Zachwas. He couldn’t help noticing things about him that he liked, from the curve of his neck to the dip of his belly button, the trail of thicker, darker hairs that lead to his cock, the way he was lying with one knee raised, as though he was posing for a painting.
They were all new things for Flynn to notice, but now that hehad, he couldn’t stop thinking about any of them. He didn’t expect to get a whole lot of work done today, not when he could spend his time thinking about Zach instead.
That probably should have been more alarming than it was.
“Thank you,” Zach said softly, turning his head and opening his eyes to look at Flynn. He took a breath as if to say something else, but the sound of a phone buzzing made him pause.
Flynn knew it wasn’t his, because he kept his phone on silent. If he could have disabled the ability for it to take calls, he would have.
Zach rolled out of bed and grabbed his discarded pants, fumbling with them until his phone fell out onto the floor and he had to bend down to pick it up.
The view was great, which eased the sting of Zach getting out of bed so soon.
“It’s my grandma,” he said. “I’d better take this.”
Flynn watched him disappear out of the bedroom, smirking to himself at what a great butt his husband had.
