Page 29 of Fear of Flying

When Zach managed to open his eyes, Drew’s were right there, deep and blue and endless, and Drew was lying on his side, so close to Zach that he couldn’t quite figure out where he started and Drew began.

For a moment, all he could do was get lost in Drew’s eyes, even though he desperately needed another kiss. He managed to gather the energy to shift onto his side so he could face Drew more fully. Then he brought his hand up, splaying it out on Drew’s chest. Zach was utterly spent, his muscles weak, but oh god, his heart was so full, especially with the way Drew was looking at him... as though Zach was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

“All the points,” Zach whispered. “You can have all the points in the world.”

The beginnings of a smile twitched at the corners of Drew’s mouth, but Zach could tell by the sheen of fresh tears and the depth of emotion in his eyes that Drew must be feeling something deeper too.

While part of him wanted to stay like this forever, Zach knew by the insistent hardness pressing into his hip that Drew needed release too. And Zach wanted nothing more than to be the one to make Drew feel the same way he had.

Chapter Thirteen

Drew

Somehow, he just knew. There was no one else, would never be anyone else who could make him feel as wonderful and complete as Zach did. Even though his erection was straining painfully against his briefs, begging for release in more ways than one, Drew couldn’t ignore how amazing it was to be with Zach just like this—an edge of passion and excitement under the surface as their kisses remained unhurried yet deep. Just like every moment with Zach so far, Drew felt himself longing to hold on to it, enjoy every second of every minute of it.

But he also couldn’t stop his hands from wandering, stroking down Zach’s naked back and over his bare ass and along his thigh as he pressed himself and his aching arousal against Zach’s body.

Zach moaned, breaking their kiss. “Mmm... god, you feel good. You make me feel so good.”

“You too... so good,” Drew rasped, wonderfully distracted by the trail of fire Zach was leaving with his lips as he fluttered kisses seemingly everywhere.

At Zach’s silent urging, Drew rolled to his back, and he closed his eyes, letting himself feel every kiss, every touch, every caress as Zach made his way torturously, blissfully slowly down Drew’s body. He gasped when Zach found his nipple, sucking and flicking until it was hard and pebbled, and then he moved to the other nipple to give it the same attention.

Drew’s body was tingling everywhere, almost humming with pleasure as Zach continued what seemed like a quest to kiss every inch of him. His dick throbbed when Zach’s lips reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. Drew moaned with his desire, his hips rising almost unconsciously and his hands clutching at the sheets because Zach was no longer within reach.

Zach’s fingers traced his length through the material as he settled low across Drew’s thighs. God, it was incredible, and Drew whimpered and rocked his hips, desperate to feel Zach’s touch on his bare skin, to have Zach’s hand wrapped around his rigid shaft again.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

The sound of Zach’s husky voice was almost too much, and another pulse of arousal shot through Drew as he rasped, “I need—I need you. Please touch me.”

Drew found himself holding his breath in anticipation as Zach so gently removed Drew’s briefs, scooting down in the process and then resettling himself between Drew’s legs. Finally within reach again, Drew brought a hand up to cup his lover’s cheek as Zach hovered, poised just above Drew’s shaft. The affection and desire in Zach’s eyes seemed to mirror what Drew was feeling, and Zach held his gaze as he dipped down to place an open-mouthed kiss on Drew’s crown.

“Ahh, goddd...” Drew inhaled sharply and then let out a low moan as Zach licked the precum from his slit and then continued kissing all around the tip of his shaft. He felt Zach’s fingers wrap around his base, the touch like fire and comfort all at once.

“Zach...” Drew said hoarsely, his lover’s name almost a whisper from his lips and his hand still held softly against Zach’s cheek.

Zach’s eyes fluttered open, heat and hunger in his gaze as he looked up at Drew, and then slowly, Zach lowered himself, taking as much of Drew’s shaft into his mouth as he could.

“Ohhh god!” Drew cried out, lost in the feeling of oblivion as Zach sucked his dick. His head pressed back into the pillows and both his hands grasped at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto so he didn’t fly away. The silky heat of Zach’s mouth and lips and tongue, working in tandem with his hand on Drew’s shaft, was... god, it was so good, so amazing.

Drew managed to wrench his eyes open, desperate to watch, to see what it looked like to have his lover’s mouth on his dick, giving him more pleasure than he’d ever known. The sight of it made him swell, his arousal somehow intensifying even more, and he couldn’t stop his hips from rocking up gently into Zach’s mouth.

Zach’s free hand was suddenly on Drew’s thigh, fingers pressing into flesh, and for a moment, Drew worried his small thrusts were too much. But then Zach took him deeper still, his other hand moving from Drew’s shaft to his thigh. And Zach’s fingers pressed into him again on both sides as he moaned, the sound encouraging Drew to continue.

Everything was throbbing as he pumped into Zach’s mouth, their rhythm intensifying. Faster and faster, Drew felt himself spiraling towards ecstasy, electricity running through every single nerve in his body. His mind went blank, and there were only sensations remaining—warmth and wetness and pressure. And then his dick was pulsing rigidly, emptying his climax down Zach’s throat.

Drew felt only half-aware as he collapsed back down to the bed, breathless and dizzy, but he could sense the warmth of Zach’s body as Zach moved up to lie next to him. A shiver ran through him, though he still felt on fire, and he heard Zach murmur something and brush a kiss against his temple before he reached down for the comforter, bringing it up to cover both of them.

Drew shivered again. He wasn’t cold, but he felt completely overwhelmed with just how perfect everything was—the warmth of Zach’s body so close to him, Zach’s head resting in the crook of Drew’s arm and their legs intertwined.

Zach rested his forehead on Drew’s cheek and then hummed some contented, sated sound, his breath hot against Drew’s neck.

Drew wrapped his arm tighter around Zach, his heart squeezing as he tried to hang on to the moment. The moment he so desperately wanted to last forever, forever like this with Zach in his arms. But even getting close to that thought—the fact that forever would mean having to figure things... out—made a different kind of shiver tingle at the base of his spine. One not so pleasant, and one he didn’t want to think about right now.

So instead, he pushed that thought back down and held Zach closer, letting the comfort of his lover’s embrace surround him, and then he turned to press an achingly tender kiss to Zach’s forehead. They lay there for a while in a comfortable silence, Drew’s breathing and heart rate finally returning to normal, though his heart seemed to have a new normal, this fullness in his chest that felt of hope and comfort and belonging. Drew held tight to that feeling, letting it flow over him and through him, and he found it renewed with every soft kiss Zach pressed against his skin and every stroke of Zach’s fingers over the expanse of his chest.

“So, did you still want to try and find a movie?” Zach asked softly, adjusting his body slightly so he could look at Drew.