Zack felt so goddamngoodinside him, thick and hot and perfect, like he’d been made to fit, and Flynn had gone from never even dreaming of this a week ago to gasping and moaning andneedingit, barely stopping himself from demanding harder and faster, trusting Zach to know what the hell he was doing.
A few lazy thrusts told Flynn that he wasteasing, but considering he could only just manage to breathe and think at the same time right now, he wasn’t really in a position to object. Hell, calling his sudden urge to be fucked into the mattressthinkingwas probably over-generous.
All he could really do was feel, and want, and cling to the absolute certainty of howrightthis was, how calm the touch of Zach’s fingers made him feel, holding him steady, a silent reassurance that he wasthere, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
That was what this was about, really. The need to know that Zach was his now, that they’d gotten past Aiden’s bullshit, that they could be together. Really, honestly be together, and Flynn’s heart felt so damnedfullevery time he thought that.
He wasn’t going to get used to this anytime soon, but that was probably fine. The last thing he wanted was to take Zach for granted.
Zach’s thrusts started to speed up, settling into a rhythm that barely gave Flynn the chance to catch his breath, the force making his body rock back and forth as well, the bedsprings creaking under him.
This was sogood, the feeling of being cared for, of having something done forhim, for once, and he could tell already that he’d want to do this again, that in his neediest, most clingy moments he’d want Zach inside him, reassuring him that he was there, that he was desirable, and that he was worth a little effort.
When Zach’s hand curled around his cock, grip firm and confident, any remaining ability to think melted away from Flynn with the first stroke. All he could do was feel everywhere Zach was touching him, the incredible friction against what he guessed was his prostate, the sound of his breathing, his own heartbeat drumming in his ears, in his chest.
It was too much, and not enough, andperfectall at once.
He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the feeling for long moments, moans and gasps escaping him at Zach’s deep, slow thrusts, each one brushing against what felt like every sensitive spot Flynn had. His thighs trembled, and his gut felt hot and tight, and all he could do was ride it out and trust Zach.
And he did. He trusted Zach with all of this, and with his heart. With everything.
Flynn could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, heat and pressure pooling there, his thighs protesting the effort of holding himself up, a deep ache settling in that he’ddefinitelyfeel tomorrow. Zach’s thrusts were speeding up, too, harder and faster, every one knocking the breath out of him.
His head was spinning, and he was so damnedclose, his stomach tight, his balls heavy, and Zach was still pounding into him, and for just a moment, everything in Flynn’s life was so perfect he could have cried.
He gasped as Zach bent down to kiss the back of his neck, a cut-off moan catching in his throat as the first wave of overwhelming pleasure washed from the base of his skull all the way down his spine, leaving him shuddering as he started to come.
All Flynn could do was ride it out, pushing back onto Zach’s cock, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood as Zach’s fingers worked him expertly, his cock twitching in Zach’s hand, spilling over him as he jerked into it, chasing every last second of pleasure.
Zach’s grip tightened for a moment as he came, too, panting against the back of Flynn’s neck, a low, needy sound rolling in the back of his throat, his hips jerking as well as he finished, gasping for breath.
When he was done, Zach rested his weight against Flynn’s back for a handful of seconds, warm and panting heavily. He rolled off a moment later, leaving Flynn to wince at the sudden loss of his cock and miss him immediately.
Oh yeah. He was definitely all-in with this.
The thought made him smile as he rolled over, eager to snuggle up beside him while they both came down and regained the power of speech and the ability to do anything other than lie there and bask in the subtle aftershocks of pleasure.
This was what happiness felt like, Flynn decided. Fucked-out and curled up next to the man he loved, secure in the knowledge that he couldkeephim.
“Does this mean I have to makeyoueggs this time?” Zach asked, smiling a tiny, awed smile at Flynn.
Flynn chuckled. “I’m not gonna sayno, but I think we’ve established that taking care of people is… kinda my thing. It’s how I show affection.”
“It could be how I show affection, too,” Zach said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from Flynn’s face. “I love you. I want you to know that. Even if it means I have to learn how to cook an egg.”
“True love,” Flynn said, nodding sagely. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning and ruining the joke, though. His heart was sofull, so completely focused on how much he loved Zach and how lucky he was to have found him.
At least Aiden had doneonething for him. Probably the most important thing of his life.
“No regrets?” Zach asked softly.
“No regrets,” Flynn confirmed. “About anything. Aiden doesn’t get another second of my time until he apologizes, in full, to you. And thenyouget to make decisions about how much of it he gets, because you matter to me, too, and if I’ve gotta pick between you…”
“You don’t,” Zach said. “I don’t hate him. Especially not now that I know I have you.”
Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. Hewouldhave chosen Zach, who was definitely better for him and the person he wanted to share his life with from here on out, but Aidenwasstill his brother.
“You’ve got me,” Flynn promised. “For as long as you want.”
Zach smiled, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the bedside lamp. “Could be a long time,” he said.
“I could live with that,” Flynn replied, smiling back.
If Zach wanted forever as much as he did, he coulddefinitelylive with that.
