Page 65 of Fear of Flying

As wonderful as this felt, though, it wasn’t what either of them really wanted, so Drew let Zach’s dick slide out of his mouth all the way this time. Then he settled back on his heels and grabbed the lube. “Put your knees up, baby,” Drew told him, his voice much deeper and huskier than he was used to hearing.

He could hear Zach’s shallow breathing, his eagerness for Drew’s touch obvious. Drew squirted some lube directly on Zach’s hole, letting his fingers catch up some of the excess. Zach inhaled sharply at Drew’s first touch glancing over his sensitive skin. “Oh god, baby. Please... please, touch me.”

At Zach’s words, Drew started rubbing slow circles on and around his tight opening, letting Zach’s whimpers and gasps and moans guide him as he started slowly but lightly pressing into him. God, his own dick was throbbing so hard. Zach was so aroused, his muscles so relaxed, that it didn’t take Drew long to insert one finger and then a second. Drew continued in a slow rhythm, thrusting his fingers in and out of Zach’s tight passage.

Even though it wasn’t the first time Drew had fingered Zach, slowly and lovingly opening him and stretching him, Drew was struck anew by how intimate and profound the act was. His body was thrumming, every nerve ending alive and wanting, and his heart—oh, his heart felt like it was going to burst, their connection so full and so deep.

As the feeling continued building, it was almost too much for both of them, and Drew let his fingers slip from Zach’s hole before moving to collapse next to him so they were face-to-face. It took a minute or two for both of them to catch their breaths.

Zach cupped Drew’s cheek and tugged him in for a kiss, and then another. “Oh god, you make me feel so good, so loved.” He rested his forehead against Drew’s for a moment, then blew out a short breath. “I’m ready, baby. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Me too. God, I missed you so much,” Drew rasped.

He slipped off his briefs and then carefully shifted over Zach once more, one arm propping him up as he settled himself on his knees between his lover’s legs. “Ah, shoot. Baby, get me the lube, please?”

Zach put a hand down on the comforter, craning his head a bit to look, and quickly found the bottle. Then Drew held out his hand, and Zach squeezed some out, closed the bottle, and set it aside again. Drew reached down to lube up his dick, inhaling sharply at the intense sensation as he stroked himself. He let the breath out slowly, and with his rigid shaft in hand, he leaned in and found Zach’s ready hole, circling it with the tip of his dick.

Zach moaned loudly, and Drew could tell by Zach’s slight shaking that he was doing his best not to writhe too much. After another second or so, Drew looked down to guide himself in slowly, just a little, and then raised his head again to find Zach’s eyes. They were screwed shut, Zach’s head pushed back into his pillow and his breath coming in short pants. But then Zach opened his eyes again and nodded as he blew out a slow breath.

Drew’s chest felt tight with emotion, and he looked back down briefly as he pushed in the rest of the way, stopping when he was fully sheathed in Zach’s tight passage. He started trembling slightly and lowered himself down to capture Zach’s lips in a tearful, nearly breathless kiss.

“God, I love you,” Drew whispered, and Zach’s only response in the moment was to pull him back in for another kiss and wrap his legs around Drew’s hips as Drew started thrusting.

“Oh, baby . . . ohhhh goddd. So good . . . so good . . .” Zach cried, his hands finding their way to Drew’s ass cheeks.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight.” Drew withdrew nearly all the way and then thrust back in, making Zach whimper and beg for more.

As much as Drew wanted this to last, for this moment of connection and belonging and ecstasy to go on forever and forever, he was too close to coming apart. And with the way Zach’s dick was leaking all over his chest and the way he kept moaning Drew’s name, Zach had to be close too.

Drew thrust faster and faster, their cries and moans mixing together so he didn’t know anymore which were his. And when he felt Zach tighten around him with another long, low moan, Drew came undone. It was an explosion of light and sensation, his dick pulsing as he emptied himself into his lover. Then, utterly spent and weak, he collapsed onto Zach, somehow finding enough awareness to rest at least part of his weight on his elbows.

Zach was still trembling with ecstasy, still coming down from his rapture. And so Drew fluttered kisses along his shoulder and collarbone and neck and up to his jaw, whispering “I love you” over and over again until he felt Zach’s hands on either side of his face, pulling him up for a kiss that was desperate and deep. When Zach came back up for air, Drew pulled away slightly so he could look in Zach’s eyes.

Zach smiled a watery, blissed-out smile and said, “Fuck, I love you.” He kissed Drew again. “I love you so much.”

Drew let out a breathy laugh. “I love you too,” he murmured, and then he shifted slightly and rolled them both to their sides, his spent dick slipping out of Zach. He pressed a kiss to Zach’s shoulder and then hummed with contentment. “I love you too.”

He wasn’t sure how long they lay there, maybe only minutes, until his heart was no longer thudding in his chest and his pulse no longer pounding in his ears, but he eventually heard a scratching sound and whimpering at the bedroom door. His mind was working slowly, so it took him another second to realize what the unfamiliar noise was.

“Shit! Milo!” he said with a start.

“Huh?” Zach said, mildly alarmed and still very clearly blissed out.

“Milo’s scratching at the door, and whining too.”

There was a second of silence and then a long howl, and they both burst into giggles, Drew burying his head into Zach’s shoulder. Neither of them could stop laughing, even when Milo howled again.

Zach patted Drew’s shoulder. “C’mon, c’mon, we need to get up and let the poor guy in,” he said through his laughter.

Getting up and letting the dog in wasn’t all that simple, considering there was still a fair amount of clean up. They did their best, though, figuring a quick rinse off in the shower would be fastest—a time when, as Drew was sure to point out, showering together really did save water. After drying off, they both threw on some pajama pants, and then Drew went to the bedroom door to let Milo in.

The hound padded through the doorway, his head bobbing slightly as he sniffed the air. He shook his head and let out some sort of sneeze or chuff and looked back and forth between Drew and Zach. And then, without warning, he started howling again—a long and almost-melodious howl, punctuated by a few barks and ending with another chuff.

Drew turned to meet Zach’s eyes, and there was silence for a moment.

“Dude, did he just yell at us?” Zach asked, incredulous and amused.

“It sure sounded like it, didn’t it?!”