Page 43 of Fear of Flying

Drew squeezed himself at his base, taking a few deep breaths to try and settle himself. He wanted to last; he wanted to be connected with Zach for as long as possible. He took a deep breath and set one hand on Zach’s back to steady his lover as he guided himself to Zach’s entrance.

They both moaned when the head of Drew’s dick pressed up against Zach’s hole, slickness easing the way as Drew pushed in, just a little more than the tip at first. He stroked Zach’s back and the curve of his ass cheek until he could feel Zach’s muscles relax a bit. A whimpered “more” from Zach let Drew know he was ready, and so Drew slowly sank the rest of his rigid shaft into Zach’s passage.

The tightness and the heat of being buried inside Zach felt incredible, but he wanted more. He needed to be closer, to be one with Zach. Drew leaned forward over Zach, wrapping his arms around his lover’s torso and pulling him more upright and flush against his own chest. The shift in position made them both gasp.

“Oh god... oh god, you feel so good, baby,” he rasped in Zach’s ear, and then his lips were on the back of Zach’s neck, tasting and kissing, his skin warm and wet under the water.

As he held Zach against him, Drew pulled his hips back slightly and then thrust deep into Zach’s tight channel again and again. Zach’s hand found its way to Drew’s outer thigh, keeping it there like he needed to be touching even more of Drew. And his other hand reached up to wrap around Drew’s forearm, like he never wanted Drew to let go.

And god, Drew didn’t want to let go either, he never wanted to think about a day without Zach in his life. His strokes were short and hard, each one making him feel more and more connected to Zach. It still seemed nearly impossible—this feeling of heady arousal and need building with each thrust of his hips and blending with this overwhelming, intense tingling... rush of... god, it had to be love, didn’t it? This feeling blooming so fiercely in his chest and spreading out to every single cell in his body? If he hadn’t been certain before, he was now.

Drew put one arm out, bracing himself on the shower wall to keep steady as he continued holding Zach and thrusting into him. He could feel it, his climax building. But at the same time, he also felt Zach trembling against him, moaning soft and low and long. And Zach’s weight shifted, becoming a bit heavier, as if he was literally weak in the knees.

“Ahhhhh, Drew . . . Ohhhh, godddd . . .” Zach cried, his fingers pressing into Drew’s thigh.

Hearing the thready sound of his name from his lover’s lips, and knowing he’d brought him to such a powerful climax, was what finally sent Drew over the edge himself. His dick pulsed rigidly inside Zach’s tight passage, his release longer and more intense than he expected.

And when he was spent, he felt almost as weak as he imagined Zach was. He pulled out slowly, sucking in a breath through his teeth at the pressure against his now-supersensitive skin. Zach was still trembling in his embrace, so Drew turned him around slowly and gathered him up in his arms, holding him close as he drew in slow, shuddering breaths.

Drew wanted to kiss him everywhere, show him somehow just how precious this moment was. His lips found a slow and aimless pattern, fluttering wet kisses on Zach’s shoulder and neck, and along his jawline and over his cheeks and forehead. “That was incredible. You’re incredible. God, I... You’re amazing.”

Zach made some small noise and rested his forehead against Drew’s. “You... You make me so happy.”

With a shuddering breath, Drew hugged Zach tighter, then pressed one more kiss to his neck.

Chapter Twenty

Zach

It was all just one blissful haze of the most beautiful, amazing experience of his life. At some point, after Drew had held him and kissed him and helped clean everything after their lovemaking, Drew had moved them to the bed. And right now, Zach was snuggled up next to Drew, their bodies flush against one another and Zach’s head resting in the crook of Drew’s shoulder. Zach felt warm and dry and safe and loved and sated and complete, and he was pretty sure he never wanted to leave this spot.

“Mmm,” he hummed contentedly, then turned his head just slightly to kiss the bare skin of Drew’s shoulder. “Let’s not move. Ever. ’Kay?”

Drew’s laugh was a soft rumble in his chest, its slight vibration permeating into Zach everywhere they touched. “Anything you want,” he said quietly before brushing a kiss on Zach’s forehead.

Zach knew the moment really couldn’t have lasted forever, but it seemed wholly unfair that a jarring series of knocks on the door of the suite came only a minute later. Zach groaned and tightened his arm around Drew’s midsection, but he could feel Drew’s muscles tensing already as Drew prepared to get up.

Drew chuckled softly, gently working himself out of Zach’s embrace, and then kissed Zach’s forehead again. “I’ll get it and bring it in here, how’s that?”

Zach nodded and pulled the covers closer to his chest, trying in vain to steal the last of Drew’s warmth from them and keep the blissful haze he was in from fully dissipating. He couldn’t help but watch Drew as he dressed, pulling on his boxers and jeans before heading out to the door shirtless. God, he was gorgeous. Gorgeous and all his. He hoped. For a long time to come.

There was no doubt in his mind—and he assumed in Drew’s—about the strength of the connection they had. It had to be love. Even though it hadn’t even been two full days yet, Zach was sure of that. He was in love with Drew Parker. The only question was how they would make it work—and that was only a matter of logistics. Logistics, he could handle. And they could figure that all out tomorrow either before or on their flight to Dallas—which they’d finally learned had been rescheduled for 1 p.m. the next day—when Drew was going to have to find some way to keep Zach’s anxiety at bay again.

Zach smiled at the thought and loftily wished he could fly with Drew always. His emotional support human... and boyfriend? God, that sounded good.

Zach hit pause on those thoughts when Drew came into the room rolling the room service cart, which was draped with a crème-colored tablecloth but carrying a lot less food than this morning’s spread. Zach shifted to sit up, tucking the comforter in around his hips.

Drew took the domed lid off one of the plates and then presented it to Zach with a bit of a flourish. “Your chicken strips and french fries, sir. The finest of meals fit for a five-year-old.”

Zach gave him a teasing glare. “Says the man who ordered mac and cheese.”

Drew laughed as he sat back down next to Zach and repositioned the cart so he could reach. “Hey, that’s gourmet mac and cheese! With like five different cheeses, only three of which I can pronounce, and pancetta.”

“Well,” Zach started, waving a french fry to emphasize his point, “you don’t get to claim some bougie superior maturity with your food if you can’t pronounce it all.”

“Okay, okay,” Drew said, holding his hands up in surrender. “Fair enough.”

Zach grinned, victorious, and his heart skipped a beat when Drew grinned in return, his beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement.