‘We’ve both had a hectic twenty-four hours. Maybe now isn’t the time. We’re not animals.’
‘We’re not animals. Yeah.’
Zeke draws his arms around his exposed chest and turns away.
I don’t feel relief. Just disappointment. And in that disappointment is the grief of everything I’ve denied myself since I first started having these feelings. The knowledge that kissing Zeke would have filled me with ecstasy.
My brain floods with memories. My first twitch at Hugh Jackman’s shiny biceps inX-Men. My first wet dream showering with AFL players. Doug’s mate Benno, who always wore singlets. The muscular actor in a drive-in movie. A guy in red Speedos. Zeke looking at my body as I tell him to flex for me. A million guys in pubs, locker rooms, footy ovals, my DMs. Brick rubbing his hands all over me.
This big glowing joyous rush hits me all at once.I like men.
For the first time in my life, admitting this makes me feel good: head to feet I tingle with the elation of knowing what I like and loving myself for it.
‘Although,’ Zeke says suddenly, ‘biologically speaking, humansareanimals.’
I grin, and I think my eyes tell him everything, but I don’t care anymore. ‘Oh, really? You were always good at science class, ay.’
Zeke nods seriously. ‘We like to think we’re better than animals, but we’re not. We’re just animals. And animals can be really friggin’ dumb. They make bad decisions all the time.’
I rub my foot against his. He rubs back.
‘Realistically, we’re probably no better than rabbits,’ Zeke adds.
‘I hear they root a lot, ay.’
Zeke’s eyes widen comically. ‘Like constantly. Breeding over and over.’ He swallows, rubbing his hairy calf against mine. ‘Or getting bred. Whatever floats their boats.’
My head is spinning with the best drug in the world. ‘I’d breed you, bro,’ I offer.
Zeke bites his lip. ‘Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?’
The jet fuel ignites in my arteries, and I am turbocharged, bouncing over the couch, pinning Zeke down under me and kissing him, my tongue absolutely starved for him. His legs wrap around my waist. I wrap my arms around his back, pressing our naked chests together, flesh on flesh, heat on heat. Tensing my muscles, I pull Zeke up off the couch, his tongue now invading my mouth, and I rise to a standing position, Zeke in my arms. He tastes like meatballs and he clings to me like a koala.
I carry Zeke into my bathroom as we make out, then slowly lower him onto the bathroom sink as he traces his hands over my muscles. I yank my footy shorts down and he pulls his off, too. I flex for him and he breaks his mouth away from mine to let out a moan and say, ‘God, please do that again. That’s so fucking hot.’
‘You’re the hot one,’ I tell him. ‘Sexy Italian angel.’
I stand in front of him in my bathroom mirror, showing off my body, flexing and tensing: the Big Dog in all his naked glory. Zeke rubs his hands over my muscles – my biceps and triceps, my delts, then my pecs, sucking my nipples, his tongue tracing my abs and settling onto my hard quads, which he kisses, his mouth an inch from my nuts. MC Hammer stands to attention. Zeke settles onto his knees and sucks me off.
I grab the back of Zeke’s head, beckoning him up. He obeys my touch, rising to a standing position. His head only comes upto my shoulder. I lean down and kiss him hard, deliberate, out of bounds on the full. I look Zeke in the eyes – dark, chocolatey, staring at me with hunger. Then I let my gaze roam lower, to the thickness of his neck, the curly hair and contours of his chest. I reach out and trace my finger around his left nipple, and Zeke spasms with a soft moan; beneath the pad of my finger, his nipple becomes erect and excited, encircled with little bumps, like goosebumps.
‘You remember,’ Zeke mutters, his neck arching back.
‘Mighta thought about that night once or twice,’ I say casually, smirking at him.
I wrap my arms around his back to hold him tight, then close my mouth over his hard nipple. I lick it gently with my tongue, once, twice, before closing my lips over it and kissing it, sucking it, as hard as Zeke was just sucking my cock.
Zeke squirms with pleasure. The noises he makes are so hungry and they rev me up.
‘We should’ve been doing this all along, Kade. We wasted so much time.’
‘Good thing we can make up for it, ay?’ I say.
‘Any time you want, I swear,’ Zeke pants. ‘I’m yours.’
‘Good,’ I say, slapping his arse. ‘Cos I want you to turn around and bend over.’
Once Zeke is doubled over, his furry arse facing me, his arms against the bathroom wall to buttress him, I step up behind him, spit on my cock and push it inside him. I don’t rush it. I slide in slowly, staring at our united reflection in the bathroom mirror as I start to fuck him doggy style, deep and hard. Zeke braces himself against the wall and begs me to drill him harder, and I do, jackhammer style, thrusting hard and fast, until he’s moaning.
