16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Zach
Zach wasn’t sure how exactly he’d gotten to the bed, mostly dry and without having fallen. But it didn’t really matter how, because he was pretty sure at this point that Drew was capable of magic. It all had to be magic.
All these intense feelings—the love and desire that were pulsing through his veins—they had to be magic because there was just no other explanation.
Zach was lying on his back, his head against the pillows, and his knees were bent, legs spread. And when he focused his gaze finally, he saw his lover poised between his legs and setting a small, familiar bottle off to his side. Zach was eager and aching with need, his dick jutting out sharply from his body.
Drew came forward, placing his hands on either side of Zach’s head to support himself, and his body followed, its hovering warmth both welcome and arousing. Drew smiled down at him, and it was like something out of a dream—a really, really erotic and romantic dream—because his eyes were all dark with desire but they also held such tenderness and love.
Drew dipped down to capture Zach’s mouth, tugging gently at Zach’s bottom lip before letting go and capturing his mouth again. Zach reached up to run his hands along Drew’s back, feeling his muscles flex with every movement, but he wanted more, needed more. So he let his hands drift lower, finding their way to Drew’s lower back, and he pressed down, eager to feel Drew’s weight atop him and his rock-hard erection against Zach’s.
He felt Drew’s weight settle above him as his kisses continued, and it felt amazing and safe and, fuck, it felt so arousing, especially as Drew started rocking gently into him. A long moan escaped him, the gentle friction of their dicks rubbing together almost overwhelming him. Oh god, how he wanted Drew inside him, to feel his thick shaft filling him up.
“Drew...” he breathed, his fingers pressing into Drew’s lower back. Zach tilted his head to the side, and Drew took the hint, his lips and tongue moving to explore and obsess over the spot where Zach’s neck and collarbone met. “Ahhh, that feels so good, baby. So good.”
He’d meant to ask for more, but Drew was literally driving him to distraction. Though he hadn’t expected it, the sound of Drew’s groans and whimpers—almost vibrating against his skin where Drew’s lips were on his neck—only increased his desire.
Drew’s eyes were still darkened with arousal, their blue deep and endless, as he looked down at Zach. “You’re so impossibly gorgeous. I’m so lucky,” Drew said, his voice low and thready with want. And the truth of his words hit Zach with unexpected force. Because, god, if anyone was lucky here, it was Zach.
Zach let out a shuddering breath and reached up to cup Drew’s cheek. “Kiss me. Please,” he begged.
Almost as soon as he’d asked, Drew’s mouth was on Zach’s and doing all sorts of wonderful things that felt arousing and breathtaking and god, he’d swear there was something deeper in his kiss too. Drew rocked his hips, increasing the pressure this time, and pleasure shot through Zach, making him moan against Drew’s lips .
Drew pulled back, breathing hard as he encouraged Zach to straighten out a leg. Then Drew shifted himself, part of his weight still on Zach and one of his legs hooked over Zach’s. And as he settled, Drew started fluttering slow, open-mouthed kisses along Zach’s jaw and neck, and his free hand trailed down the curve of Zach’s body, causing a warm shiver to ripple through him.
Zach was almost overwhelmed, feeling everything at once. Drew’s lips and tongue and hands were slow and deliberate, like he was worshiping Zach’s body, like he couldn’t get enough of touching him and tasting him.
And just when he thought he might go mad with want, needing Drew to touch his hole again, he felt Drew’s fingers trace over his hip and across his inner thigh and down toward his ass just to tease lightly. Zach trembled with anticipation.
Oh god, this was really happening. He was tingling and on fire, and so many emotions and sensations were flooding through him, he couldn’t identify a single one. Drew gave him a shaky smile as he reached for the lube, and it was like they were sharing all this energy between them, as though they were one even though Drew wasn’t inside him yet.
Zach took the lube from Drew and helped squeeze a generous amount on his fingers before setting it aside within reach.
“Are you ready, baby?” Drew asked, his voice low and rough.
“God, yes.”
He could almost feel Drew’s smile hovering just above his skin, and his stomach muscles tensed in anticipation as Drew’s hand moved back down between his legs again. Zach inhaled sharply at the feel of Drew’s slick, cool fingers on his tight hole. The pressure was so gentle at first, almost too gentle, as Drew circled the sensitive flesh of Zach’s entrance and the area just around it .
Then, between kisses on his jaw and his neck, Drew’s husky whisper was in his ear. “Tell me... tell me what feels good... or—or if I need to stop.”
Zach could only nod, his breaths getting shallower, and then time lost all sense of meaning when Drew pressed against his tight hole, slowly and over and over, each time teasing him open just a little more. The intensity of Drew’s touch was magnified a hundredfold because Drew stayed so close, murmuring quiet questions and stealing breathless kisses all while pressing and probing further. God, Zach’s heart was on fire right along with his body.
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?”
Zach stretched up to kiss him. “Here,” he said, shifting slowly and encouraging Drew onto his back. Then he straddled Drew, low at his waist. He moaned lightly at the sensation of Drew’s dick pressing up against his crease, hot and twitching.
This was it, it was happening. Zach’s heart stuttered in his chest before it took off at a full gallop again, and as Drew looked up at him, his expression reflecting everything Zach was feeling, Zach felt so grateful that all his firsts so far—and this one now—were with Drew.
As he reached off to his side to grab the small bottle of lube, his hands were trembling, his anticipation skating on the edge of nervousness and excitement. Drew smiled up at him, his hands slowly running up and down Zach’s thighs.
Zach squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand, snapped the lid shut, and set it aside. As carefully as he could manage without dripping too much of the slippery liquid, he reached behind him and took Drew’s dick in his hand, spreading the lube with a few long, slow strokes.
The way Drew’s fingers pressed into his thighs and the way Drew’s breathing quickened with every stroke only made Zach more ready, more eager. Zach leaned forward, letting Drew’s rigid shaft slide against him as he pushed it, trying to find the right distance and angle. He grunted in frustration, but then felt Drew’s hands reach around behind him to help, and soon he was gasping at the sensation of the thick head of Drew’s shaft pressing against his entrance.
Zach sank back just slightly, gasping again and moaning as the tip of Drew’s dick pressed inside, the stretching sensation uncomfortable for a few long seconds. Drew watched him carefully, probably wanting to make sure he was okay, and after a few more deep breaths, he was.
“Ahhhhh, oh god, oh god,” Zach cried as he sank back even more, screwing his eyes shut and taking Drew’s dick in inch by inch.
“Oh god, baby . . . ohhhh.”
Drew’s hands were at Zach’s hips—a gentle touch, reassuring and not pressuring. Slowly, Zach took all of Drew in, his lover’s dick stretching him and making him feel so full in so many ways.
And after a moment, Zach reopened his eyes. His whole body was trembling with emotion—some intense feeling of belonging that made him sure his heart would burst. Zach leaned forward again, stealing an urgent kiss from Drew, and when he pulled back, he found Drew’s eyes shimmering.
As good as it felt, just being here like this—the sense of fullness and connection and a slight pressure against his prostate—Zach’s urge to move was getting stronger and stronger. Propping himself up on his arms and shifting a bit, Zach let Drew’s shaft slide out inch by inch. He stopped before it was out completely, and then he sank down slowly, his guttural moan of approval matching Drew’s.
He was still trembling, still overwhelmed, and he found that just rocking his hips lightly was enough to set off sparks in every nerve ending. Drew’s hands wandered, caressing over Zach’s chest, pausing to play with his hard, sensitive nipples, and then down to his waist, hips, and ass cheeks .
Zach was breathing hard, still rocking slowly, when Drew’s hips bucked up to meet him, a firm thrust that made Zach moan and cry for Drew to do it again. There was rocking and thrusting and shifting, and it was far less than elegant, but then after a minute or so, they managed to find a rhythm, their hips and movements working in perfect counterpoint.
And then Zach was kissing Drew again, needing to taste and feel his lips, their bodies pressed together as Drew continued pumping into him. He could feel his dick leaking, the fluid slick between them, and his orgasm continued to build, his muscles contracting and an intense warmth spreading throughout his body.
He opened his mouth to speak or moan or something to let Drew know how fucking amazing this felt, but only breathless pants and whimpers came out. Ahh god, this was already more powerful than anything he’d ever achieved by himself. Drew seemed to realize, and so he wrapped his arms around Zach, still thrusting his dick in and out, filling Zach’s tight passage. And then Drew’s lips were on his neck, brushing kisses between every whispered “I’ve got you.”
Waves of heat and light rolled over him, around him, through him, and for what seemed like forever, the blindingly intense pleasure was all he could feel, every part of his body on fire. He came back down slowly, the overwhelming pleasure from his orgasm fading into a tingling and weakness that somehow felt like the most amazing gift. And more than that, Drew was there, his arms wrapped tightly around Zach, murmuring words of reassurance and comfort against Zach’s skin as Zach trembled.
Never in his life had he felt more loved, more cherished, more complete than this moment right now in Drew’s arms. Finally, when their breathing had slowed, Zach brushed a kiss on Drew’s chest and then lifted his head to look at him. There were tears in Drew’s eyes, and a few had slipped out already and were trailing down the side of his face.
Drew gave him a watery grin and let out a huff of air. “That was perfect. You’re so perfect,” he said, his voice low and thready.
And Zach couldn’t agree more. “Ditto.”