Page 64 of Fear of Flying
“Bedroom?” Zach murmured into Drew’s ear.
“Yeah,” Drew breathed, a thousand butterflies in his chest taking flight all at once.
Milo let out a particularly loud snore, and they both laughed quietly. “What do you want to do about this guy?” Zach asked. “Crate him? Or let him sleep and trust he’ll be a good boy when he wakes up?”
Drew looked at Milo, so endearing with his multicolored face and the way he had curled up with his head resting on his paws. “He does look pretty sweet and innocent right now.” Drew chuckled at the sound of yet another snore. “He’ll probably be okay?”
Zach nodded and smiled at Milo’s sleeping form before bringing his gaze back to Drew’s face. “C’mon,” he said softly.
They both stood, and Zach took Drew’s hand to lead him down a short hallway and into Zach’s bedroom, closing the door behind them to keep Milo out. It was slightly awkward as they both took turns in the bathroom. Zach needed a bit of extra time—to clean, he’d said. While Drew waited, he stood a bit nervously, unsure if he should wait where he was or get into bed, and if he got into bed, should he get undressed first? He toed off his shoes and took off his socks, at least.
But god, he couldn’t remember being this nervous even for their first time together less than a week ago. He was just about to sit on the bed—because maybe that would be better after all?—when Zach came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, the rest of his gorgeous body on display just for Drew.
Drew’s breath came out in a whoosh, and he swallowed hard. “Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” Zach replied, the one syllable far huskier sounding than it deserved to be. As he came to stand in front of Drew, he quirked a smile, a teasing glint in his eye. “You’re a bit overdressed there.”
Drew felt heat creep up in his cheeks. “Y-yeah, I wasn’t sure if...”
“It’s okay.” Zach hooked his fingers in Drew’s waistband and pulled him closer, a sultry, playful look in his eyes. “We probably still need some practice undressing each other,” Zach said as his hands slipped under Drew’s shirt.
Drew grinned his agreement and lifted his arms so that Zach could pull his shirt off, and his pulse kicked up a notch as Zach shifted his focus to Drew’s pants, unfastening them and pushing them down off his hips. Zach’s hands then slid under the waistband of Drew’s boxer briefs and cupped his ass cheeks.
And when Zach looked at Drew, some mix of gratitude and love in his eyes, Drew’s heart surged.
“You’re so perfect. So beautiful,” Zach whispered as he trailed his fingers over Drew’s bare skin, tracing delicate lines on muscles as though Drew were some work of art to behold.
Fire tingled under Drew’s skin everywhere Zach had touched, and Drew had yet to move, too distracted and so very reluctant to interrupt. Finally, after Zach’s thorough exploration of his entire torso, Zach finished by framing Drew’s face and pulling him in for a searing kiss.
Bolts of need rocketed through Drew as they kissed. Zach’s hunger for him seemed to be infused in every movement of his lips and tongue and in the way he whimpered into Drew as he brought their bodies into full contact. The light caresses had made him feel cherished and desired, but now he felt claimed.
Oh god, maybe it was desperation—fear that Drew might disappear again if they didn’t stay close enough. Drew slowed their kisses and pulled back slightly. They were both short of breath, and Drew was sure Zach’s heart must be thudding just as strongly as his own.
He took a moment—only a few seconds really—to study Zach’s expression, but he didn’t see any sign of desperation or anxiousness, only raw need. “I love you, Zach. So much,” Drew said, running the backs of his fingers down the side of Zach’s beautiful face. “I’m so grateful, so lucky... Everything makes so much more sense when I’m with you.”
“I love you too.” Zach touched his forehead to Drew’s.
“Zach, I’m sorry I ever—”
“Shh,” Zach soothed, then moved in to silence him with a brief kiss. His voice was rough with emotion when he spoke. “I love you too. And we can talk more about everything later. We have all the time in the world to talk about things, right?”
Drew nodded, and his heart swelled with love and gratitude.
“Right now, I just want to love each other. I want you to make love to me, baby.” Zach pressed another brief kiss to his lips, then he turned slowly and climbed into his bed.
He lay down in the center of the bed, his head on the pillows, and he motioned for Drew to join him. Drew followed eagerly, settling between Zach’s legs and propping himself up with his arms on either side of Zach’s head. They both moaned when their hips came into contact, their firm erections pressing together.
Drew paused there for a moment, staring down at Zach. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. Zach had made him feel so cherished earlier, and Drew wanted to do the same for Zach, to take his time exploring Zach’s body and learning it all over again. But when he dipped down to kiss him, the slow, tender touch of their lips deepened quickly, as though their fire and passion for each other, which had built up during all the days they’d been apart, had now been unleashed.
Their kisses became hungrier and slightly desperate, and Drew felt an urgent need to touch and kiss every part of Zach’s body. His hands and lips moved, explored, but his journey was nowhere near as slow and delicate as Zach’s had been. And all the sounds Zach was making—all the intoxicating whimpers and moans—only further fueled Drew’s passion.
By the time Drew had reached Zach’s hips, Zach was writhing with pleasure. Zach’s hands searched until they found Drew’s face, and Zach pulled him up for a fierce kiss. “Touch me... Ah god, Drew, I need you to touch me. Now. Th-the lube... in the nightstand.”
Zach’s eager plea sent sharp threads of desire straight to Drew’s groin and down through to his toes. He dipped in for a rushed and sloppy kiss of agreement, then quickly retrieved the lube from the nightstand, his dick twitching at the sight of several toys he wanted to hear more about later. But at Zach’s insistent tug on the waistband of Drew’s briefs, Drew groaned, closed the drawer, and scooted back to the middle of the bed.
He knelt between Zach’s legs and set the lube next to them on the comforter. Then with trembling hands, he reached out and carefully pulled Zach’s briefs off, freeing his rock-hard erection. The sight of it, so swollen and so perfect, made him moan, his own dick straining uncomfortably against his briefs. He had the urge to take them off as well, but he wanted to pleasure Zach first, and he needed that added pressure to help keep him from coming too soon.
He dipped down to kiss Zach’s crown and taste the salty sweetness of the precum leaking from his slit. They both moaned, and Drew took more of his lover’s shaft into his mouth, in and then out again, as far as he could go. The taste and feel of Zach’s dick were irresistible, and the memories of their time in Pittsburgh flooded through him and hit him squarely in the heart, even more so when Zach cried out his name.