Page 26 of Fear of Flying
Soon, his whole body was aching, yearning for something closer, more intimate. Even more intimate than this. He wanted to make love to Zach—he didn’t even know what exactly that meant for them physically, but that was definitely what he wanted.
Drew rested his forehead on Zach’s shoulder, his hips pausing their rocking. He could hear his pulse thundering in his ears and felt Zach’s short, warm breaths against his skin.
Zach’s hands slid up over Drew’s back and to his neck, and Drew felt him tugging gently, urging Drew to look at him. When he lifted his head and found Zach’s eyes, still strikingly blue though darkened with arousal, the raw desire and affection and the tinge of concern he saw took Drew’s breath away.
“Are you okay? Zach asked, flushed and slightly breathless.
Looking in Zach’s eyes, feeling his touch, Drew trembled with the sudden realization that yes, he was in fact okay. Somehow, he thought maybe he’d never been more okay in his whole life than he was in this moment. Because right here in this room tonight, he didn’t have to be anyone but himself. There were just the two of them, and this version of Drew that Zach knew was the real version. The one that felt the most true.
He nodded slowly as he fought back tears, and even though they were tears of elation and joy and relief, he didn’t want to explain anything to Zach right now. He just wanted to show him.
“Yeah,” Drew rasped. “I’m perfect. Everything’s perfect.”
Drew brought his mouth down to meet Zach’s, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss that gradually grew in its intensity. His hips resumed their rocking, and he gave in to all the emotions he was feeling because he didn’t want to miss a damned thing.
Fire and yearning raced through him in equal measure, fueled by Zach’s whimpers and moans as their hips moved in some haphazardly tandem motion. The sweet pressure and the friction of his aching shaft rubbing against Zach’s rock-hard length were electrifying.
It was minutes or maybe just seconds before Drew’s breath started coming in short pants again, and he could feel his climax starting to build. It was tempting to just keep going and let it happen, but that wasn’t what he wanted. No, he wanted this to last longer, even if he knew it couldn’t last forever.
So he gentled his kisses and slowed the rocking of his hips, and he started on a hungry path with his lips down Zach’s jaw and to his throat, stopping for a moment to give extra-gentle kisses to the newly formed hickey on Zach’s neck. Then he continued, moving lower, fluttering open-mouthed kisses over Zach’s chest. He paused again, wanting to experience the warmth and taste and pebbled hardness of Zach’s nipples as he laved his tongue over one and then the other, paying equal attention to each one until Zach started to whimper.
Zach’s hands came up to frame Drew’s face, and he whimpered a bit more and tugged at Drew, as though he was too overcome, too aroused to speak. But then Zach finally managed a raspy “Oh god, please kiss me.”
Drew was only too happy to oblige, immediately moving back up to Zach’s waiting lips and then kissing him deeply, passionately, like there was no one else in the world who would ever make him feel like this. And in that moment, he knew, somehow he knew that Zach was it—there would never be anyone else, and this was something he needed to cherish and hold onto and... oh god...
His balls tightened, and his dick pulsed as a tingling threatened to run the length of his spine. He backed off quickly, giving Zach just one more deep kiss before he descended to his previous position.
He wanted to feel what it was like to make Zach come, to be the one to pleasure him, taste him, suck him until he came apart. Drew was already making his way down Zach’s abs by the time Zach could manage a protest, but it was one that quickly turned into a long moan, then rapid pants, followed by a breathless “Oh god, yes. Drew...” when Drew’s lips teased just above his waistband.
Drew smiled briefly against Zach’s skin, loving the way his name sounded when Zach said it—so husky and erotic—and the way Zach’s stomach muscles twitched and moved under his lips and tongue. He flexed his fingers on Zach’s hips, almost desperate to remove the rest of his clothing.
Drew could feel the heat of Zach’s arousal just beneath his face, and he brushed a quick kiss near Zach’s happy trail and another on his hip. He looked up at Zach, finding his half-lidded gaze, and Drew didn’t even have to ask the question before Zach nodded slightly and whispered, “Please.” A deep tug of arousal was followed immediately by an aching squeeze of his heart, and Drew felt both awed and grateful for Zach’s trust.
Slowly, reverently, he pulled Zach’s pants down, carefully drawing the material over Zach’s rock-hard shaft. The sight of Zach’s dick, swollen with need and so rigid, sent bolts of desire straight to his own erection, and the reality of the moment made his breath catch. Part of him felt this strange urge to cry, his heart so full with joy and gratitude and anticipation for this moment he thought he’d never have, wasn’t meant to have—the chance to make love to someone...
Drew wasn’t sure what his plan had been or if he’d even had one at all, but seeing the precum leaking out of Zach’s slit sent another jolt through him. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Zach’s shaft, keeping it steady as he lowered his mouth. Drew kissed the tip, letting his tongue peek out to lick up the slightly salty drops of fluid as it slid along Zach’s slit. He heard himself moan, and Zach moaned too. God, it was amazing, touching and tasting Zach like this. It only made him crave more.
Not waiting, Drew dipped down again and took Zach’s crown into his mouth and then a little deeper, and the heat and the silkiness of Zach’s skin against his tongue and the way Zach sucked in a shuddering breath were so erotic, so powerful. He loved it.
With every inch deeper, every slide in and out of his mouth, every gasp and moan and rasp of his name from Zach’s lips, everything became even more amplified. The love and the intimacy and—oh fuck—the arousal. Drew was impossibly hard now, the feeling so intense he could scarcely breathe, but he wanted Zach’s pleasure first. He wanted Zach to come apart before anything else.
He sucked with gentle pressure, his hand on Zach’s shaft coming up to meet his lips with every downward motion, and he let his tongue move, feeling and tasting more and more of Zach’s length with every stroke. And then he felt Zach swell larger in his mouth and heard Zach’s breath quicken even more.
“Ahh, oh god . . . Drew . . . Drew . . . I’m gonna . . .”
The sound of Zach’s panted words shot straight through Drew, making his dick throb almost painfully. Zach moaned long and loud, and he came in strong, powerful spurts, the warmth of his seed hitting the back of Drew’s throat.
Drew’s pulse was thundering in his chest and in his ears, his heart feeling... god, he didn’t even know what. All he knew was that it had felt almost like he’d had his own orgasm without Zach even having touched him. Trembling with the power of the moment, Drew swallowed down Zach’s release and then let Zach’s spent arousal slip from his mouth.
An urgency he’d never felt before hit him, and he quickly pushed himself up to Zach’s side, his body resting half over Zach’s, and covered Zach’s lips with his own. “God, Zach... that was... that was incredible,” Drew said between kisses. After a moment, he finally pulled back slightly, propping himself on his elbows so he could see Zach’s face, and he brought one hand up to caress Zach’s brow, his cheek, his chin, his lips. “You’re... so beautiful. I...”
Zach let out a breathy chuckle, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his climax. “I thought... I thought those were my lines. But, uh...” He exhaled sharply. “God, words are extra really hard right now, so take what you will of my lines.”
Drew huffed out a laugh, even as he found himself getting lost in those magical blue eyes again. But then he felt Zach’s hands on his ass cheeks over his pajama pants, squeezing and pulling him even closer.
Zach grinned as he squeezed again and shifted slightly, pressing his thigh against Drew’s dick. “Feels like something else is extra really hard right now...”
“Yeah,” Drew rasped, gently rocking his hips against Zach’s thigh.