Page 34 of Fear of Flying

“What’s wrong?” Drew asked, confused and a little worried at Zach’s wide-eyed expression.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Zach blurted out, his eyes wandering the expanse of Drew’s body as though he was ready to devour him.

A pulse of arousal shot through Drew, making everything warmer, especially his cheeks, which he was sure must be deep pink by now. He looked down at himself and then back at Zach. “This covers me more than the briefs did...”

Zach made his way around the bed and closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, and when he stopped in front of Drew, he splayed his hands out on Drew’s chest. “C’mon,” he whispered huskily as his hands wandered and his lips got closer, “surely you’ve seen enough mainstream media and, uh, the other kind of media to know that ‘sexy man in towel fresh from the shower’ is waaay hotter than ‘sexy man in underwear.’”

Drew’s hands rose to press against Zach’s abdomen, their lips almost touching. “I don’t know, you’re looking really, really attractive right now. Handsome. Gorgeous. Sexy as hell.” Drew gave Zach a breathless kiss, and the temperature in the room seemed to jump.

He rested his forehead against Zach’s, closing his eyes for a moment and working to catch his breath. Zach, however, didn’t stay idle. His hands found their way up around the nape of Drew’s neck, making his skin tingle and his breath shudder even more. With a groan, Drew let his hands wander around to Zach’s backside to cup his ass cheeks, then he pressed Zach closer, showing Zach just how aroused he already was.

Zach’s moan of pleasure only fueled Drew’s desire, but when Drew tried to capture Zach’s lips, Zach pulled back with a grin. “I still have to shower, you know.”

God, the rasp of his voice and the feel of their hard erections pressing together was so intoxicating, and Drew wasn’t very inclined to let Zach go right now. “I could shower with you? You know, conserve water and all?”

Zach let out a husky laugh. “That’s not how that works, you know, not if one of us already took a shower.”

“So you don’t want company?”

“Ah, I didn’t say that. I just”—Zach leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses just below his jaw—“really want you to be honest about your conservation efforts.”

Drew grinned as he tilted his head to the side, giving Zach more room to explore. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm,” Zach hummed against his skin before nipping at his earlobe.

“Well, then I’ll just have to confess to ulterior motives, won’t I?”

“And what would those be?”

“God, I’m not even sure, but I can’t get the image out of my head—you, naked under the spray of the water, watching it cascade down over your muscles and your curves.”

Zach seemed to murmur some sort of agreement, but Drew wasn’t sure—all he knew was he was now walking backward, propelled by Zach’s kisses and caresses as he led them to the bathroom. Drew’s shoulder bumped and grazed the doorframe, and they maybe narrowly steered clear of the double vanity. They were a mess of breathless panting and desperately exploring hands, but they finally made it to the shower door.

Drew managed to tear himself away from Zach’s mouth to open the door, turn the water on, and adjust the temperature. Thankfully, since he hadn’t gotten out long ago, the water didn’t take long to heat back up, and then they were both naked and standing directly under the showerhead, their breathless kissing continuing as though they hadn’t paused at all.

Zach’s skin was warm and slick, and Drew ran his hands all over Zach’s back and let them slide over the firm curves of his ass, squeezing and then pulling Zach flush against him. They both groaned when their dicks pressed together. Zach’s erection seemed just as hard as Drew’s felt, like they hadn’t each already come twice this evening.

God, Drew hadn’t had more than two orgasms in a day since he was a teenager, but with Zach, he almost felt as though he’d never find his limit, never not be hot and hard and ready to make love to Zach. Which wasn’t at all realistic, but his heart and his libido were singing in concert right now, daring Drew to try and prove them wrong.

Heated kisses and touching managed to slow to languid caresses as Drew slowly washed Zach. His hands slick with body wash, Drew took pleasure in letting them slide everywhere on Zach’s body, from his toes back up to his collarbone. Carefully and slowly and after Zach closed his eyes, Drew ran his soapy fingers over every feature of Zach’s beautiful face. Then he gently guided him to rinse his face, followed by the rest of his body.

When he was done, Drew straightened again and immediately got lost in the look of deep affection and heady desire in Zach’s eyes. Zach pulled him into an embrace, and Drew’s arms went up automatically, circling around Zach’s waist as they hugged each other tightly, the warm water sluicing down their bodies.

“Thank you,” Zach whispered.

Drew found himself choked up for some reason, unable to find any words, so he just nodded, his cheek brushing against Zach’s as he did. It was so different, this . . . this state of being so emotional but also still so very aroused. He was content here, not moving for a moment and just holding Zach and feeling his nearness. And he marveled at it, let his heart and soul soak up the feeling of loving someone and feeling so loved in return.

It wasn’t long, though, before he felt Zach’s lips against the wet skin of his neck, nipping gently and then soothing, and the slow, steady burn of his arousal suddenly picked up even more heat and sent jolts of need through his body.

Drew let his hands slide from Zach’s waist and over his perfect ass cheeks, and he squeezed, feeling the flesh and muscle. He groaned with pleasure—or maybe that had been Zach—and then he loosened his grasp and caressed more with his open hands. His dick was twitching with want, throbbing against Zach’s erection, and his fingers moved restlessly, craving another kind of touch he’d never experienced before.

Zach’s lips traced a quick path from where they’d been at Drew’s collarbone to his jaw and chin and finally his mouth. “You make me feel so good, baby,” he murmured against Drew’s lips just before kissing him.

“You too,” Drew managed between kisses. “I want...” His right hand shifted over, and his middle finger teased at the top of Zach’s crease. “Can I touch you?”

“God, yes. Please, baby.” His words were raspy, and he rested his forehead against Drew’s.

Drew slid his finger down between Zach’s cheeks, the water helping a bit to ease his way, and they both gasped with pleasure when the tip of Drew’s finger glanced over Zach’s hole. He massaged with a firm but gentle pressure, and Zach shuddered in his arms, burying his head in Drew’s shoulder.