Page 24 of Fear of Flying
Drew hummed in agreement, his lips hot and wet against Zach’s throat, and then a hand came up to the collar of Zach’s T-shirt, tugging it down. “Mmm... it would be... more incredible if—” Drew groaned as he teased his hands underneath Zach’s shirt, lifting it higher with his slow caress up Zach’s back. “Is it okay if... Can I take off your shirt?”
Zach’s dick throbbed at the huskiness in Drew’s voice, and he nodded eagerly. “Please...” Zach’s answer was barely a rasp, but it was enough for Drew, who held his gaze just a beat longer before he slowly removed Zach’s shirt.
Fuck, Zach could feel the heated desire so evident in Drew’s eyes, and it made his heart spin a little, almost knocking him off-kilter. He’d never been entirely confident about his body—especially the softer areas around his middle. But the way Drew looked at him, an expression of hunger mixed with awe, just... did more than take Zach’s breath away.
“You’re gorgeous,” Drew said, running his hands slowly over every inch of exposed skin, as though he needed to touch Zach and make sure he was real. His touch was fire and tingling and something else that tugged at Zach’s heart.
Zach dipped down and crushed his lips against Drew’s, then opened his mouth, his tongue teasing and eager to explore. Drew’s need seemed to match his own, their lips and tongues somehow moving in perfect tandem as their hands wandered, only making their fervor burn hotter.
Zach tugged impatiently at Drew’s shirt, inching the material up. “Off? Can...?” He couldn’t manage a full sentence, unwilling to take his lips off Drew’s except after Drew nodded eagerly and they had to part just long enough to get Drew’s shirt over his head.
Tossing the shirt off to the side, Zach didn’t waste any time pressing his bare chest to Drew’s and hugging him tightly as his hands ran over the hard planes of muscle on Drew’s back.
Desperately in need of breath, Zach tore away from Drew’s lips, taking the opportunity to glance down at him. Fuuuck, he was perfectly sculpted, and the fact that his chest was rising and falling rapidly only made the throbbing in Zach’s groin even more insistent.
“God . . . Drew . . .”
“Hmm?” Drew looked up slightly at Zach with half-lidded eyes.
“I think... yeah, I’m gonna need to kiss every inch of you to make sure you’re real,” Zach said, gasping when he felt Drew’s dick twitch hard beneath him.
Drew nodded with a suggestive smile. “You might, yeah...”
Zach smiled back, feeling more sexy and confident in that moment than he ever had before. He scooted back on Drew’s thighs, taking a breath and smiling deeper at the moan and whimper of protest he’d elicited from Drew with his movement.
He ran his hands over Drew’s shoulders first, slowly and with enough pressure that he could almost feel the strength of the muscles beneath his fingers and palms. And as his hands moved down to Drew’s pecs and the rest of his chest, Zach shifted and lowered his mouth to Drew’s neck, kissing, exploring with his lips, following a path across his collarbone and to the little dip just above it on the other side. Zach paused there, sucking at the skin and grazing it lightly with his teeth as his hands moved back over Drew’s pecs, his thumbs brushing over Drew’s hard nipples.
“Ahhh, god, Zach. That feels so good,” Drew said, his hips twitching a bit, maybe restless and seeking that pressure from Zach’s body again. That thought—how much Drew seemed to want him—coupled with the raspy sound of Drew’s voice further fueled Zach’s arousal, and he found that he wanted that pressure too, needing a brief respite from how fucking hard he was, how much he wanted... more.
Zach was stuck for a moment, not sure where or how to move next, only knowing that he might die if he couldn’t feel Drew’s body underneath his own or—or Drew’s weight on top of him.
Drew reached for Zach, pulling him in for a kiss that was brief and hungry but also somewhat awkward given their positioning. “What’s wrong?” Drew asked, the huskiness still edging his voice.
“Ahh, shit... First I... have to breathe,” Zach said, sitting up a bit straighter on Drew’s thighs. “And then... god, I don’t want you to stop, but I can’t think when you touch me.”
Drew grinned lustfully and raised an eyebrow along with his hands, removing them from Zach’s sides and pausing with them up in front of his chest for just a moment as though in surrender. Then he rested them on the bed behind him, propping himself up. “Fair.” He chuckled lightly, his breathing still a bit labored. “Talk to me, Zach.”
Zach’s heart swelled at the sound of his name coming from Drew’s lips. It was something just so amazing. “Uh, yeah... this is, like, the most unsexy thing ever, I’m sure, and god, I hope I don’t ruin the moment, but I-I’m not sure how to move? Switch positions? I, um...”
Drew’s eyes were so full of affection and desire and amusement and probably acceptance too, and he tipped his head very slightly, as if to let Zach know to continue and that he hadn’t ruined a damn thing.
Zach closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself, then he opened them again and found Drew still staring at him patiently.
“God, what I wouldn’t give to be lying down with you on top of me,” Zach said, almost all in one breath. He watched as Drew’s eyes seemed to darken a shade more.
“Oh god, me too. Me too,” Drew said, sitting up and tugging Zach back in for another kiss and then another and then one more before he pulled back and paused. “Uh, here, trade places with me and lie down.” Drew tried to move to the side as Zach shifted off of his thighs.
With his body trembling in anticipation, Zach moved to lie down in the center of the large bed, his head resting on the plush pillows beneath him. His entire body seemed to be tingling or on fire or both, almost anxious with need. Drew was kneeling beside him on the bed, and once Zach was settled, Drew reached out with one hand, his warm fingertips touching Zach softly, reverently. He started at Zach’s jawline and moved down his neck to his collarbone, and then Drew’s whole hand, fingers splaying out, ran along Zach’s torso. God, it was arousing as hell, but also . . .
Zach swallowed thickly, his heart squeezing in his chest. The expression on Drew’s face had softened, and he couldn’t help but feel so... so cherished. He inhaled sharply, unevenly, the feeling taking him by surprise.
By all rights, the amazing, gorgeous man above him should be a total stranger, and Zach should be scared or out of his mind or scared because he was out of his mind. But for whatever reason, Drew was everything but a stranger, and fear was the very last thing on Zach’s mind right now.
Zach’s chest rose and fell more quickly, both overwhelmed and comforted by the feelings flooding through him. Then the arousal came sharply back into focus as Drew’s fingers teased under the waistband of Zach’s pajama pants.
Drew’s gaze was steady—he was either lost in Zach’s eyes again or intent on his target or maybe both—and his fingers explored without reservation. Zach’s need flared, burning with the desire to be closer to Drew and feel Drew’s weight on top of him.
“C’mere. Please...” Zach begged, reaching his arms up to try and get what he so desperately needed.