Page 36 of Fear of Flying
Breathing. He had to focus on breathing and relaxing.
Zach managed to force his eyes open partway, desperate to see his lover, and through a half-lidded gaze, he watched as Drew’s gray-blue eyes darkened even more but somehow remained oh so vibrant. And how was it that there was so much to trust in those eyes? How did Drew make him feel so safe, so cared for?
With a nod in answer to Drew’s latest question, Zach breathed more deeply and bore down as Drew’s finger pressed inside.
“Ohh, ahh... oh god, that’s... that’s good. Okay, more,” he managed to rasp out, and then Drew kissed him as he slid his finger all the way inside Zach’s tight passage.
Zach screwed his eyes shut, breaking from the kiss and pressing his head back into the pillows. When he opened his eyes again, Drew was staring down at him, waiting patiently for his reactions, one long finger thrusting slowly in and out. “More?” Drew seemed to ask with his gaze, or maybe he’d actually whispered the word. “That feel good, baby?” Those words were definitely out loud, the roughness of Drew’s voice sending another jolt of arousal through his body.
“Yeah... yeah. Ahh, it feels so much... it’s so much better than... alone,” Zach said softly, feeling his cheeks heat up. His admission won him a devastatingly sexy grin and an amazing kiss from his lover.
When Drew pulled his lips away, Zach let out a small huff of laughter, which earned him a questioning look. “I want to tell you that you need lots and lots of practice with this, but that would be a huge lie.” Zach took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, grinning almost drunkenly. God, this man made him feel so good.
Drew laughed lightly. “All this new territory to cover”—he dipped in to nip a few kisses on Zach’s jawline—“seems only prudent to practice.”
Zach gasped as Drew moved his finger, turning it slightly and pressing against his inner walls before pulling out most of the way and then sliding it back in. “Ahhh, oh god, baby... Again, please,” Zach whimpered.
Zach closed his eyes, giving in to all the sensations, how every nerve ending felt alive and burning as Drew set up a rhythm of sliding his finger in and out. Everything felt so, so good. So amazing. And then it was only more amazing, more intense when Drew added a finger, keeping a slower rhythm as he thrust them in and out. At some point, Drew was burying his head in Zach’s neck while he rocked his hips, his raging-hard erection pressing into Zach’s thigh with every movement.
“Drew . . . ahhh, baby . . . I want . . .”
“What do you want?” Drew murmured into his neck, his fingers continuing to thrust.
“I want—I want you... inside me,” Zach pleaded, suddenly also desperately needing to kiss Drew. He managed to frame Drew’s face, and then he tugged Drew back up to his lips and planted a number of indistinct kisses along Drew’s jaw and cheeks.
Drew moaned in response, then tried to capture Zach’s lips. After a slightly off-the-mark kiss, Drew asked, his voice low and husky, “Y-you’re sure... you want...” Drew’s fingers stilled inside Zach, and his hips stopped rocking. “Do you have, um... I guess we need...”
“A condom?”
Drew nodded, his breathing slightly uneven.
“Shit, no... I don’t. I-I mean... I never—I’ve never... needed one.” Zach screwed his eyes shut for a moment, the feel of Drew’s fingers still inside him making it nearly impossible to think straight.
“Me either,” Drew said, slipping his fingers out.
“W-we’re both—”
“Virgins,” Zach said a bit breathlessly. “Yeah. So...”
“It, uh, doesn’t exactly matter. Right?”
“I mean, I think so,” Zach said. “As long as we’re both—”
“—on the same page?”
They both nodded, then Drew dipped down to kiss him, moving back on top of Zach with his arms propping him up on either side of Zach’s body.
Zach’s hole felt empty, aching to be filled again and mourning the loss of Drew’s touch, but even still, there was something about having Drew over him like this that made everything okay—that made him feel almost like he was protected and safe. His lover’s mouth was warm and wet against his own, and it was almost as though Drew was trying to pour every ounce of love and desire and affection and longing into each of his deep, passionate kisses.
Drew finally pulled back, his weight settling so their dicks pressed tantalizingly together, and Zach gasped lightly at the sheen of tears he found in Drew’s eyes, one lone tear spilling over and hitting Zach’s chest. He was about to ask what was wrong, but then a bright smile crept across Drew’s face, his eyes shimmering from something more than just tears.
Zach raised his hand to cup Drew’s cheek and used his thumb to catch another tear before it fell. “What is it, baby?”
Drew shook his head gently and then turned to place a kiss on Zach’s palm. “I’m just so grateful I met you,” he whispered.
“Me too.” Zach’s thumb swept across Drew’s cheek again, and then he tugged him in for another kiss.
When they parted, Drew hesitated slightly, biting at his bottom lip. “I, uh... How did you, um... Which way... I mean, I’ve watched, uh, stuff, and I—” Drew ducked his head as the blush rose swiftly in his cheeks. “What position?”