13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Drew
Somehow, he just knew. There was no one else, would never be anyone else who could make him feel as wonderful and complete as Zach did. Even though his erection was straining painfully against his briefs, begging for release in more ways than one, Drew couldn’t ignore how amazing it was to be with Zach just like this—an edge of passion and excitement under the surface as their kisses remained unhurried yet deep. Just like every moment with Zach so far, Drew felt himself longing to hold on to it, enjoy every second of every minute of it.
But he also couldn’t stop his hands from wandering, stroking down Zach’s naked back and over his bare ass and along his thigh as he pressed himself and his aching arousal against Zach’s body.
Zach moaned, breaking their kiss. “Mmm... god, you feel good. You make me feel so good.”
“You too... so good,” Drew rasped, wonderfully distracted by the trail of fire Zach was leaving with his lips as he fluttered kisses seemingly everywhere.
At Zach’s silent urging, Drew rolled to his back, and he closed his eyes, letting himself feel every kiss, every touch, every caress as Zach made his way torturously, blissfully slowly down Drew’s body. He gasped when Zach found his nipple, sucking and flicking until it was hard and pebbled, and then he moved to the other nipple to give it the same attention.
Drew’s body was tingling everywhere, almost humming with pleasure as Zach continued what seemed like a quest to kiss every inch of him. His dick throbbed when Zach’s lips reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. Drew moaned with his desire, his hips rising almost unconsciously and his hands clutching at the sheets because Zach was no longer within reach.
Zach’s fingers traced his length through the material as he settled low across Drew’s thighs. God, it was incredible, and Drew whimpered and rocked his hips, desperate to feel Zach’s touch on his bare skin, to have Zach’s hand wrapped around his rigid shaft again.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
The sound of Zach’s husky voice was almost too much, and another pulse of arousal shot through Drew as he rasped, “I need—I need you. Please touch me.”
Drew found himself holding his breath in anticipation as Zach so gently removed Drew’s briefs, scooting down in the process and then resettling himself between Drew’s legs. Finally within reach again, Drew brought a hand up to cup his lover’s cheek as Zach hovered, poised just above Drew’s shaft. The affection and desire in Zach’s eyes seemed to mirror what Drew was feeling, and Zach held his gaze as he dipped down to place an open-mouthed kiss on Drew’s crown.
“Ahh, goddd...” Drew inhaled sharply and then let out a low moan as Zach licked the precum from his slit and then continued kissing all around the tip of his shaft. He felt Zach’s fingers wrap around his base, the touch like fire and comfort all at once.
“Zach...” Drew said hoarsely, his lover’s name almost a whisper from his lips and his hand still held softly against Zach’s cheek .
Zach’s eyes fluttered open, heat and hunger in his gaze as he looked up at Drew, and then slowly, Zach lowered himself, taking as much of Drew’s shaft into his mouth as he could.
“Ohhh god!” Drew cried out, lost in the feeling of oblivion as Zach sucked his dick. His head pressed back into the pillows and both his hands grasped at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto so he didn’t fly away. The silky heat of Zach’s mouth and lips and tongue, working in tandem with his hand on Drew’s shaft, was... god, it was so good, so amazing.
Drew managed to wrench his eyes open, desperate to watch, to see what it looked like to have his lover’s mouth on his dick, giving him more pleasure than he’d ever known. The sight of it made him swell, his arousal somehow intensifying even more, and he couldn’t stop his hips from rocking up gently into Zach’s mouth.
Zach’s free hand was suddenly on Drew’s thigh, fingers pressing into flesh, and for a moment, Drew worried his small thrusts were too much. But then Zach took him deeper still, his other hand moving from Drew’s shaft to his thigh. And Zach’s fingers pressed into him again on both sides as he moaned, the sound encouraging Drew to continue.
Everything was throbbing as he pumped into Zach’s mouth, their rhythm intensifying. Faster and faster, Drew felt himself spiraling towards ecstasy, electricity running through every single nerve in his body. His mind went blank, and there were only sensations remaining—warmth and wetness and pressure. And then his dick was pulsing rigidly, emptying his climax down Zach’s throat.
Drew felt only half-aware as he collapsed back down to the bed, breathless and dizzy, but he could sense the warmth of Zach’s body as Zach moved up to lie next to him. A shiver ran through him, though he still felt on fire, and he heard Zach murmur something and brush a kiss against his temple before he reached down for the comforter, bringing it up to cover both of them .
Drew shivered again. He wasn’t cold, but he felt completely overwhelmed with just how perfect everything was—the warmth of Zach’s body so close to him, Zach’s head resting in the crook of Drew’s arm and their legs intertwined.
Zach rested his forehead on Drew’s cheek and then hummed some contented, sated sound, his breath hot against Drew’s neck.
Drew wrapped his arm tighter around Zach, his heart squeezing as he tried to hang on to the moment. The moment he so desperately wanted to last forever, forever like this with Zach in his arms. But even getting close to that thought—the fact that forever would mean having to figure things... out—made a different kind of shiver tingle at the base of his spine. One not so pleasant, and one he didn’t want to think about right now.
So instead, he pushed that thought back down and held Zach closer, letting the comfort of his lover’s embrace surround him, and then he turned to press an achingly tender kiss to Zach’s forehead. They lay there for a while in a comfortable silence, Drew’s breathing and heart rate finally returning to normal, though his heart seemed to have a new normal, this fullness in his chest that felt of hope and comfort and belonging. Drew held tight to that feeling, letting it flow over him and through him, and he found it renewed with every soft kiss Zach pressed against his skin and every stroke of Zach’s fingers over the expanse of his chest.
“So, did you still want to try and find a movie?” Zach asked softly, adjusting his body slightly so he could look at Drew.
Drew brought a hand up to run the backs of his fingers down Zach’s cheek. “I’m not sure I want to take my eyes off you.”
He felt Zach inhale sharply. “Are you always this romantic? I’m not sure my heart could handle this all the time.”
Drew chuckled lightly. “I’m not even sure how to be romantic, actually. But if you’ll recall my rambling and endless talk about Superman on the plane, then maybe that will reassure you that this won’t be constant?”
Zach’s laugh jostled their bodies slightly and made Drew’s heart skip a beat. “Ah, but I know all too well from Jen that there is romance to be had when it comes to Lois and Clark, depending on which version of Superman you’re watching, of course.”
Oh god, Drew’s heart skipped two beats this time, and for a moment, he could only nod. He desperately wanted to blurt out some nonsense about things having been love at first sight for Clark Kent and how in the last however-many hours he and Zach had been together, that notion had started to feel a whole lot less like nonsense. And a whole lot more like the truth.
Drew swallowed, his heart galloping in his chest, and he hoped his voice wasn’t shaky when he started talking. “It’s... kinda incredible how well we’re getting along, how compatible we are, and we haven’t even known each other a whole day yet.”
He felt Zach nod against his shoulder, his fingers stilling on Drew’s chest. “Yeah, it is pretty incredible, isn’t it?”
There was a beat of silence, and Zach brought his hand up to cup Drew’s cheek, his fingers smoothing softly, almost imperceptibly against Drew’s skin. His eyes showed some deep understanding, like he sensed there was something more on Drew’s mind, and a surge of warmth flooded through Drew as he leaned into Zach’s touch.
Zach stretched up to kiss his lips briefly, then pulled back. “You okay?” Zach asked softly. “Things seem kinda serious up there again.” Zach’s fingers brushed against Drew’s temple before slowly sliding back down to settle on Drew’s chest.
Drew smiled, remembering when Zach had asked the same thing in the bar earlier. He wasn’t sure if he should say what was on his mind, though. It seemed too soon, too personal, too intimate—even though it felt a bit ridiculous to label something as such when he’d just been more intimate with Zach than he’d ever been with anyone. But something straight from his heart? Especially when he wasn’t sure he could—
Zach pressed his fingers into Drew’s chest lightly, drawing his attention back to Zach’s gaze, and his expression was so kind and so patient and so... Drew wasn’t sure what else. Whatever it was, though, it was like everything so far today with Zach. So comfortable and so right.
“I’m—I’m... I...” Drew huffed out a breath and tried to reset. “I feel like you’re my Clark Kent, like... you managed to find me, to see me underneath all the...”
“All the what?” Zach prompted gently as he seemed to search Drew’s eyes, bringing his fingertips up to trace along Drew’s jawline.
Drew’s throat tightened, the emotions welling up almost forcefully in him, and there was part of him that didn’t want to say anything out loud, or even think it. He shook his head softly and reached to stroke Zach’s face again, finding comfort in his gaze, in his arms. And he continued, his words quiet and tentative. “Everyone sees Lois as this hard-bitten journalist who isn’t afraid to go down swinging to fight for the greater good, but she’s also... unapproachable. She puts up these walls to keep everyone out, to protect herself from... the world. And me too... I-I feel like no one sees the real me. I’ve got walls built up so high around me and this—this pretense that I show the world, close to the real me, but not.” He paused, his hand settling on Zach’s neck, and he took a deep breath. “Somehow, you see me. You saw me right away, and it didn’t matter that I...” He trailed off again, trying to get a handle on how exactly to put what he was feeling into words.
“...that you disguise yourself and save the world?” Zach asked .
Drew let out a shuddering breath. “I wish I was saving the world, but I’m not, I’m—”
“You saved me,” Zach said quietly, his hand immediately cupping Drew’s cheek, and when their eyes met, Zach’s expression was so strong, so heartfelt that it made Drew’s heart skip yet another beat.
“I just held your hand—”
Zach shook his head and ran his thumb across Drew’s cheek. “You did more than that. Drew.” The pad of Zach’s thumb swept along Drew’s skin again as Zach seemed to try and find his words or maybe try and communicate something with his deep, blue eyes. “I feel like you’re my Superman.”
Drew’s heart surged almost painfully, even as he furrowed his brow and shook his head in some sort of denial. He was no one’s hero.
“Drew...” Zach said, his other hand coming up awkwardly between them so that he could frame Drew’s face with both hands. Then he dipped his head slightly to catch Drew’s eyes, making Drew look directly at him. There was something like compassion and understanding in Zach’s eyes, something that was too intense to look at, but at the same time, Drew was afraid to look away and lose sight of it. The corners of Zach’s mouth started to twitch slightly, and Drew looked at him curiously. When Zach spoke, his tone had a playful edge to it. “I feel like now is the right time to admit that I’ve already fantasized about you in blue spandex.”
“What?!” Drew let out a huff of laughter, and the strangest, most comfortable sort of relief fell over him.
Zach’s hands slid down past Drew’s neck and stilled on his chest, sending a thready heat through him. “You’ve seen your body, right?”
Drew took a moment to try and make sense of the abrupt change in topic. Behind the mirth and playfulness and desire in Zach’s eyes, there was that compassion again, and the expression on his face spoke volumes. It was almost as though Zach could tell that being face-to-face with these emotions was hard for Drew. Hell, maybe it was hard for Zach too. Either way, Zach was making an offering, providing an excuse for a breather if he wanted one.
Zach grinned again. “Can you imagine how fucking hot you’d be in blue spandex?”
Heat rose in Drew’s cheeks and flooded through the rest of his body, and sparks of fire lit under his skin where Zach’s hands explored further down his chest and torso. Somehow, Drew managed to wrangle his thoughts and his ability to speak. “Well, actually, there was this one Halloween—”
A persistent buzzing noise behind Zach stole his attention. Actually, intermittently persistent. Like a phone ringing on top of the nightstand. Drew sat up slightly to see over Zach’s shoulder. Sure enough, his phone with its blue case was lighting up and vibrating with a call, though he couldn’t read the name from this angle.
Zach whimpered a protest at Drew’s movements, letting one hand wander distractingly down Drew’s side. Drew pressed a kiss into Zach’s shoulder before he reached over to grab his phone. “I should see who this is.”
Drew rolled to settle on his back again, the phone still vibrating away in his hand and Zach’s hand still wandering—now somewhere on his inner thigh. He moaned his appreciation and then froze when he finally turned the phone screen to read it.
“Shit. It’s my mom!”