Page 35 of Fear of Flying

He wrapped his other arm tightly around Zach as he continued caressing Zach’s entrance, relishing every one of Zach’s light movements as he reacted to Drew’s touch. God, he hadn’t imagined it being this intense a feeling—just touching Zach, giving him pleasure—but his insides burned with desire, and there was a strong tug at his heart.

Zach lifted his head to give Drew a breathless kiss. “More,” he whimpered. “I want more. Lube. I have lube in my bag.”

Drew’s dick twitched hard, and he brought his free hand up to cup Zach’s face, pausing for a moment to memorize the intensity of desire in Zach’s eyes. Then Drew leaned in to capture Zach’s lips, and Zach moaned lightly into his mouth as Drew pressed again at his hole.

His heart was racing, his whole body tingling as though his blood were on fire. He sensed that, if he was feeling this way—only just barely able to focus on standing—that Zach was probably no better off and wouldn’t make it if Drew left to search for the lube.

“I’m going to turn the water off, baby,” he told Zach, the endearment rolling off his tongue before he could give it any thought. “Let’s dry off so we can continue in bed, where we don’t have to think about standing.”

Zach let out a noise that was somewhere between agreement and amusement, and he leaned into Drew just a bit more.

“I’ve got you,” Drew whispered against Zach’s warm, damp skin, “I’ve got you, baby.”

Chapter Sixteen

Zach

Zach wasn’t sure how exactly he’d gotten to the bed, mostly dry and without having fallen. But it didn’t really matter how, because he was pretty sure at this point that Drew was capable of magic. It all had to be magic.

All these intense feelings—the love and desire that were pulsing through his veins—they had to be magic because there was just no other explanation.

Zach was lying on his back, his head against the pillows, and his knees were bent, legs spread. And when he focused his gaze finally, he saw his lover poised between his legs and setting a small, familiar bottle off to his side. Zach was eager and aching with need, his dick jutting out sharply from his body.

Drew came forward, placing his hands on either side of Zach’s head to support himself, and his body followed, its hovering warmth both welcome and arousing. Drew smiled down at him, and it was like something out of a dream—a really, really erotic and romantic dream—because his eyes were all dark with desire but they also held such tenderness and love.

Drew dipped down to capture Zach’s mouth, tugging gently at Zach’s bottom lip before letting go and capturing his mouth again. Zach reached up to run his hands along Drew’s back, feeling his muscles flex with every movement, but he wanted more, needed more. So he let his hands drift lower, finding their way to Drew’s lower back, and he pressed down, eager to feel Drew’s weight atop him and his rock-hard erection against Zach’s.

He felt Drew’s weight settle above him as his kisses continued, and it felt amazing and safe and, fuck, it felt so arousing, especially as Drew started rocking gently into him. A long moan escaped him, the gentle friction of their dicks rubbing together almost overwhelming him. Oh god, how he wanted Drew inside him, to feel his thick shaft filling him up.

“Drew...” he breathed, his fingers pressing into Drew’s lower back. Zach tilted his head to the side, and Drew took the hint, his lips and tongue moving to explore and obsess over the spot where Zach’s neck and collarbone met. “Ahhh, that feels so good, baby. So good.”

He’d meant to ask for more, but Drew was literally driving him to distraction. Though he hadn’t expected it, the sound of Drew’s groans and whimpers—almost vibrating against his skin where Drew’s lips were on his neck—only increased his desire.

Drew’s eyes were still darkened with arousal, their blue deep and endless, as he looked down at Zach. “You’re so impossibly gorgeous. I’m so lucky,” Drew said, his voice low and thready with want. And the truth of his words hit Zach with unexpected force. Because, god, if anyone was lucky here, it was Zach.

Zach let out a shuddering breath and reached up to cup Drew’s cheek. “Kiss me. Please,” he begged.

Almost as soon as he’d asked, Drew’s mouth was on Zach’s and doing all sorts of wonderful things that felt arousing and breathtaking and god, he’d swear there was something deeper in his kiss too. Drew rocked his hips, increasing the pressure this time, and pleasure shot through Zach, making him moan against Drew’s lips.

Drew pulled back, breathing hard as he encouraged Zach to straighten out a leg. Then Drew shifted himself, part of his weight still on Zach and one of his legs hooked over Zach’s. And as he settled, Drew started fluttering slow, open-mouthed kisses along Zach’s jaw and neck, and his free hand trailed down the curve of Zach’s body, causing a warm shiver to ripple through him.

Zach was almost overwhelmed, feeling everything at once. Drew’s lips and tongue and hands were slow and deliberate, like he was worshiping Zach’s body, like he couldn’t get enough of touching him and tasting him.

And just when he thought he might go mad with want, needing Drew to touch his hole again, he felt Drew’s fingers trace over his hip and across his inner thigh and down toward his ass just to tease lightly. Zach trembled with anticipation.

Oh god, this was really happening. He was tingling and on fire, and so many emotions and sensations were flooding through him, he couldn’t identify a single one. Drew gave him a shaky smile as he reached for the lube, and it was like they were sharing all this energy between them, as though they were one even though Drew wasn’t inside him yet.

Zach took the lube from Drew and helped squeeze a generous amount on his fingers before setting it aside within reach.

“Are you ready, baby?” Drew asked, his voice low and rough.

“God, yes.”

He could almost feel Drew’s smile hovering just above his skin, and his stomach muscles tensed in anticipation as Drew’s hand moved back down between his legs again. Zach inhaled sharply at the feel of Drew’s slick, cool fingers on his tight hole. The pressure was so gentle at first, almost too gentle, as Drew circled the sensitive flesh of Zach’s entrance and the area just around it.

Then, between kisses on his jaw and his neck, Drew’s husky whisper was in his ear. “Tell me... tell me what feels good... or—or if I need to stop.”

Zach could only nod, his breaths getting shallower, and then time lost all sense of meaning when Drew pressed against his tight hole, slowly and over and over, each time teasing him open just a little more. The intensity of Drew’s touch was magnified a hundredfold because Drew stayed so close, murmuring quiet questions and stealing breathless kisses all while pressing and probing further. God, Zach’s heart was on fire right along with his body.