Page 25 of Delay of Game

His brain blanked out when Zach exhaled sharply and breathed, “God, Nate, god, you’re so good,” and leaned forward to kiss him, sloppy and desperate, mumbling into his mouth, “Take off your fucking boxers, baby, I wanna,fuck, I wanna—”

Nate shivered, hearing that, but he couldn’t think about it too long.

“I want to blow you,” he interrupted him, a little shocked at his own boldness, a little shocked that it was true. That it was really,reallytrue. God, he wanted it. Zach’s cock in his mouth, at the back of his throat, maybe—

Zach was very still on top of him even though Nate could feel his entire body trembling, and Nate’s fingers tightened around his dick. “Nate—you don’t have to—”

“I want to, I want you, I want—”

Zach didn’t say anything, just leaned back down. Their mouths were so close, not kissing, not talking, and it was like when Nate breathed out Zach breathed in. He thought of the night Zach had come home early from Tulum, the way Nate had exhaled the smoke into his lungs and thought maybe he’d wanted this then too and just hadn’t known. Had needed this and hadn’tknown. Had never even thought to hope Zach could want him like this. Had never even been able to conceptualize what it would mean.

“You,” Zach mumbled, “are gonnakillme, dude.”

“Please—”

“Have you ever done this—”

“I haven’t, but I’ve—I mean, I’ve had my dick sucked, but I haven’t—just tell me what to do and I’ll—”

“Fuck,”Zach groaned, and scrambled back down Nate’s body.

It was what Nate had wanted but he still felt the absence of the weight, felt it like a loss. But then he was distracted by Zach, on his back at the other end of the couch. By the chance to see the muscled entirety of him, naked, waiting in anticipation. The tattoos that covered his arms, the blackwork Cup against the Montreal skyline marring the smooth expanse of his chest. It was kind of overwhelming, and he knew he was staring. Zach looked up at him, his eyes as dark as Nate had ever seen them, and licked his lips.

“Nate—”

“I’m just—I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re just...” He gestured helplessly at Zach’s body. “You’reso, you’re really...”

He would have expected Zach to make a joke, like,yeah, I know I’m hot, because that would have been a pretty Zach thing to do. Instead, Zach said roughly, “Come here, baby,” and reached up to slide his hand around the back of Nate’s neck and pull him down into a messy kiss.

Nate only moved away so he could mouth his way down Zach’s body, breath damp against his skin. He was still pretty drunk, but he could also feel every single thing with intense clarity. The way Zach’s muscles shifted under his tongue, the way he held himself in check so carefully, the little noises of protest he made when Nate took too long to get where he needed to go. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t tell Nate to get on with it.

Whenever Nate dared to look up at him, Zach was staring down, propped up on his elbows to get a better view, his eyes so intense that Nate had to look away.

Finally he was staring directly at Zach’s dick, an inch away from his face. Part of him felt like he should be more weirded out by this than he was. Mostly all he could think about was that he wanted to make Zach feel good, feel as good as he made Nate feel, and it was easier that way. He wrapped his hand around the base of Zach’s cock again, then ran his tongue up the rest of the length, an experimental kind of taste. It just tasted like clean skin, but when he caught his tongue around the tip, he could taste the faint salt of the liquid beading there.

Zach was trembling again, breath ragged, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and Nate took pity on him and slid his mouth down. It was—kind of weird. It took him a minute to try to figure out how to hold his mouth so his teeth didn’t scrape anything. Another minute to explore the shape with his tongue and see what he could handle. He chanced a look up at Zach through his eyelashes, saw him with his eyes screwed shut and his teeth pressed into his lower lip, heard him panting, and thought,okay, I can do this.

He knew he wasn’t an expert or anything, but he tried to think about the things that felt good to him and to dothat. It was different, though, drunkenly trying to suck Zach’s cock and swirl his tongue around the head and breathe through his nose at the same time, uncoordinated but enthusiastic.

He let go of it and pressed his wet palms against Zach’s trembling thighs, raked his fingers down them and listened to the way Zach’s breath hitched, then leaned forward to take more of him in. Zach’s hand was resting in his hair, stroking—petting, his brain supplied unhelpfully—without pushing him down and Nate could feel his own dick, straining painfully against the fabric of his underwear.

It wasn’t easy. He choked a little and had to pull back, eyes watering.

“Easy,” Zach said, still staring at him, “it’s okay, you’re—you’re doing—really, you’re good—”

His whole body buzzed with it. The sensations were overwhelming. How wet his face was, sloppy with spit and Zach; how Zach’s abs felt, flexing where Nate’s forehead was pressed against his stomach. Nate felt like he could do this forever, like hewantedto do this forever, to have Zach trapped under him and inside of him and needing him.

Zach, who was so carefully trying not to thrust into his mouth but whose fingers flexed against Nate’s skull convulsively. Zach, who was murmuring a steady stream of instructions in a broken, overwhelmed voice that went straight to Nate’s dick, “—yeah, like that, lick—no—a little deeper, oh—oh—you got it, you got it—easy, easy, breathe, baby—suck harder, god, yeah, like that, like that, yes—oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—stop, Nate—”

Nate didn’t stop, just looked up at Zach to see what he looked like when he was coming, what he looked like when his head fell back against the arm of the couch as he made a kind of punched-out whimper. He had an objectively stupid but also really sexy expression on his face, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open, and then he came in Nate’s mouth even while he was trying to push Nate’s head away.

Nate swallowed. He hadn’t known what to expect there either. It was a little salty, but not unbearable. He kept it up until Zach made a pained noise and said, “Stop, too much, too much,ah...”

Zach’s hand on his chin, drawing him up and into another messy kiss, licking the taste of himself out of Nate’s mouth. Oh,shit, he didn’t know he was going to be into that, but he was. Nate felt dumb and needy and unbearably horny, dick just aching to be touched. He’d been so focused on Zach the whole time that he hadn’t even thought to touch himself.

As far as drunken hookups went this was a really fucking weird one.

Zach, with the smoothness of someone whowasused to hooking up, sat up and pushed Nate back down in the same motion, so he was bracketed underneath Zach’s body. Looked down at Nate’s boxers, the wet spot that revealed, embarrassingly, exactly what Nate needed.