Chapter Twenty-Five
Flynn moaned as Zach ran slick fingertips up the inside of his thigh, his legs already trembling, nerves and anticipation making his whole body feel tense. Hewantedthis, though. Wanted Zach’s touch, his simple presence.
He wanted Zach tocarefor him, and he was getting it, and he’d never been more excited.
“You’re doing great,” Zach murmured, one hand curling around his thigh, the other inching closer to its destination, stroking Flynn’s skin in the meantime. It was grounding, and calming, and thathadto be deliberate.
Zach knew what he was doing.
And Flynn couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, and all the things he’d made with them, and how goddamncompetentthey were. He was ready for this. He wanted Zach to touch him everywhere.
He’d spent half his life pretending he wasn’t even interested in men, and now he didn’thaveto, and he wanted everything. With Zach.
Because Zach was special, andhis, and Flynn was sure as hell going to make the most of that.
The moment they’d been behind closed—and locked—doors, Zach had pounced on him, peeling his clothes off layer by layer, pushing him down onto the bed and grabbing lube and a condom and kissing him everywhere he could reach. Flynn was still tingling all over from that, glowing with the knowledge that Zach wantedhim, just him.
That they’d been lucky to find each other, and this was forreal, and he could keep it. He could grab onto Zach with both hands and keep him in his life, forever.
Flynn gasped as Zach’s fingers brushed against his hole, biting his lip and inching his knees further apart on the mattress as he pressed more firmly, strong, confident fingers teasing him, stoppingjustshort of pressing inside, opening him up.
Flynn’s cock strained up toward his stomach, blood rushing in his ears at the thought of what he was about to do. There was still a little nervous tension making his shoulders bunch up, his stomach feel tight, but overwhelmingly, he couldn’twaitto feel Zach inside him.
He’d seen the look on Zach’s face when their positions had been reversed, and he’d been flattered when Zach had come back for more, and nowhewas getting this, and it was going to be incredible.
“Comeon,” he complained, shifting his hips, desperately wanting to get started now that Zach was soclose.
Zach tutted behind him, fingers still teasing lightly. Too lightly to get off on, but withjustenough pressure to make Flynn want more, and dammit, Zach wasgood.
He’d known that, known the way Zach touched him felt amazing before now, seen his confidence first hand, but this was the first time he was sure he got tokeepit, that he could have this all the time, that Zach wasn’t just going to slip through his fingers like a handful of water.
That definitely made this hotter. Flynn had always liked toknowhis partners, but being desperately, hopelessly in love, like this, where he wasn’t afraid of losing it… this was so much better.
Breath caught in his throat as Zachfinallypushed the tip of his finger inside him, the sensation strange and alien for a moment as Flynn processed it, his body taking just a few seconds to adjust before he was pushing back for more.
“Oh wow,” Zach murmured behind him, awe in his voice. “You like this.”
Flynn nodded, not sure he could form a coherent response right now, his head spinning with howsensitivehe was, and holy hell how had he nevernoticedthat before? Why hadn’t anyone ever done this for him?
“You’re so hot,” Zach continued. “And you look great like this, by the way. I could get used to it.”
Flynn nodded again, eager toletZach get used to this. Now that he knew he had him, that they both wanted to keep each other, he couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives to start.
At least he was starting as he meant to go on. Desperate and needy for his gorgeous husband who’d given him so much, who he loved with all his heart, who he maybe wanted to marry all over again someday.
And maybe that was too much or too fast, but with Zach stroking his thigh and pressing his fingers inside him and making soft, delighted sounds the whole time… the thought was there, and Flynn wasn’t going to forget it.
He’d let Zach graduate first.
Probably.
As Zach worked his finger in a little further, Flynn felt something give inside him—a release of tension he hadn’t been consciously holding, a flood of warmth and need and arousal that made it easier to relax into this. A long, low moan escaped him as the rest of the length of Zach’s finger slipped into his body, a drop of precome welling up at the tip of his cock.
Oh yeah. He coulddefinitelyget into this.
“Fuck,” he gasped as Zachtwistedhis finger, and dammit, ifthisfelt good, how much better would his cock be? The thought of having Zach inside him, connected so intimately, soclose, closer than he’d ever been to anyone…
It was enough to make Flynn’s head light, the room swaying around him, heat and lust curling up together in his belly and making him feel heavy and needy and absolutely ready for this, the last of his reservations melting away as Zach pressed a kiss to his ass, nipping at the skin as he pulled back, his laughter filling the room.
