Chapter 69

69

JASON

The rest of the afternoon flew by in a blur of carnival rides, games, and more junk food. We stopped by Sammy's booth, where he had some of his metalwork on display. Zach ended up buying an eighteen-inch sculpture of a dancer for his sister's birthday, which wasn't for several more months, but he said he always had a hard time finding the perfect gift for her, so he had to have it. Will was there, too, and I caught him giving Zach the side-eye a couple of times when he thought I wasn't looking. I pulled him aside and suggested lunch later in the week. Summer was flying by, and we had some catching up to do, including an explanation of how things with Zach had escalated so quickly.

We were about thirty steps from Zach's car when the sky opened up. We ran the rest of the way, the kids shrieking and laughing as the rain soaked us through. Sean helped Lauren get buckled into her booster seat while I loaded the giant stuffed puppy I'd won into the back. Since we'd driven separately, I jogged a couple of rows over to where I'd parked my truck while Zach headed out to take the kids home and then meet me back at his place.

The fairgrounds were about twenty minutes from home—Zach's house, I mentally corrected—and I spent most of that time reflecting on the day's events. Zach's question about kids and wanting a family had surprised me, but it shouldn't have. The way he'd become involved in Sean's family's life, along with his love of coaching, should have clued me into the fact that he was made for being a dad. I got the impression he hadn't given that much thought in the past, but he had such a natural instinct for it and was so good with them that I was glad to know it was something he was thinking about now.

As for my response, well, I hadn't had to think about it. Family had always been important to me. So much so that I'd remained in Astaire, while many of my friends had left. My parents and my grandparents were here. Mandy and her little family. I wanted that for me too. I wanted it with Zach.

I pulled into the garage at Zach's house. He'd given me a door opener yesterday, saying I might as well use it since I was always over there anyway. Daisy was there to greet me, her nails tippy-tapping on the tile, no doubt hoping I'd feed her. I poured some food into her bowl, which she quickly inhaled, and then let her out back to do her business while I waited for Zach. With the rain coming down, Daisy made quick work of it, so I let her back in and wiped her down with a towel. At the sound of the garage door rising, both of our ears perked up, our attention swinging toward the door from the garage to the house, which Zach walked through just a moment later.

Daisy ran over to greet him, and while he gave her a couple of scratches behind the ears, his eyes were locked on me.

Want rolled through me like a flash of liquid heat. I walked toward him and, with the dog still dancing between us, placed my fingers under his chin, tilting it up for my kiss. As our lips met, I slipped my tongue inside, hungry for a taste. That first touch of our tongues lit a fuse inside me, setting off a detonation of lust that had my dick rock hard in seconds. Desperate for more, I slid my hand behind his head, gripping his hair as I deepened the kiss, fucking into his mouth with my tongue.

Zach grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, squeezing and kneading at my flesh so hard I thought there'd be bruises. I backed him into the closed door, grinding my erection into his hip, desperate to show him just how badly I wanted him. I pulled away, tugging his lower lip between my teeth before releasing it in favor of nipping at his jaw, then his earlobe. He groaned in response, pulling my shirt free so he could get his hands underneath, sliding them up and down the contours of my back.

"Want you," I panted into his ear, my voice gravelly with lust.

"God, yes." His hips jerked up, bringing his erection flush with mine.

"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you buried inside me until I don't know where you stop and I begin. I want you to own my body like you already own my heart."

He went completely still, his eyes finding mine, and for a moment, I thought I'd gone too far. "Fuck, Jason. The things you say. Every time I think I've got my feet on solid ground, you do or say something that has me turned upside down again. I love you so goddamned much."

He kissed me again, then nudged me back so he could step past me, taking my hand and pulling me down the hall to his bedroom. He stepped over to his nightstand and flipped on the lamp, casting the room in a soft glow.

We hadn't made it this far as young men, fumbling through sex with another guy for the first time. In fact, I hadn't been sure penetrative sex was something I'd ever want, top or bottom. But what I hadn't realized back then, and had only just discovered about myself in the last couple of weeks, was that it wasn't that I'd become a sex fiend as Zach claimed. It was the intimacy I craved. The complete deconstruction of oneself in order to allow your partner access to the deepest parts of you. And in so doing, he allowed you the same until there was no longer him and me. There was only us.

Orgasms were great. Fantastic, even. But experiencing that kind of intimacy with Zach was quite possibly the greatest gift of my life.

So, as we undressed each other, stripping our still-damp clothes from our bodies, exploring each other's skin with fingers and lips, I didn't feel nervous. There was no hesitation. Only a sense of rightness. A surety that whether we'd been separated by days or months or years, it would have always come down to this.

I was always meant to be his.

I reached down and stroked him, smearing the bead of precum around the crown, swollen and glistening. "Tell me what to do."

His eyes rolled back, and his mouth parted as I gave him a few more leisurely strokes. With some effort, he opened his eyes, refocusing his attention on me. "Lie on your back."

I did as he instructed while he fished some lube out of the drawer and tossed it on the mattress next to us. He climbed onto the bed, kicking his leg over to straddle my waist, and placed his hands on either side of my face while he looked down at me.

"I love you, J. The fact that we're here together feels like a dream come true. I'm going to do everything I can to make this good for you, but promise me that if you're uncomfortable with anything, you'll tell me to stop."

At my nod, he bent forward and kissed me, then began moving lower, his mouth blazing a trail down the center of my body. Each press of his lips felt like a brand, searing his essence into my skin. When he arrived at my cock, he ducked his head lower, licking from the underside of my balls, up my shaft, to the very tip, where he lapped up the bead of precum, moaning in pleasure like he'd just tasted his favorite flavor of ice cream. "I love the way you taste. Can't get enough."

As if to prove it, he swallowed me down, enveloping my dick in the wet heat of his mouth. My hips jerked and danced as he bobbed his head, but he didn't let it go too far, pulling off after only a few strokes and sliding lower to suck one of my balls into his mouth. My eyes rolled back as he rolled it around his tongue and then moved over to give the other one the same treatment.

He sat up and nudged me under my knee. "Pull your legs back, baby. Let me see that hole."

I was not the most flexible guy, but I pulled my legs back as he asked with my hands behind each of my knees. It wasn't the first time he'd seen this intimate part of me, but the position had me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I welcomed it, though, knowing this path would only bring us closer.

His eyes flashed as he slowly traced one finger from my balls down to my hole. "God, the sight of you, open and exposed like that." He picked up the lube, drizzling some on his fingers and down the crack of my ass. "I want my cock to find a new home inside of you." He breached my entrance with just the tip of his finger. "You going to welcome me home, J?"

The only response was my sharp intake of breath. I'd lost all ability for words as soon as his eyes had locked on my ass like he was transfixed by the sight of me open and on display for him.

He pressed his finger farther inside of me, my body welcoming him just as he'd asked. He continued his exploration, never taking his eyes off me while he worked to open me. The steady eye contact felt more intimate than the fingers inside me. When he added a second finger, he took my dick in his other hand, putting a dual focus on both parts of my body.

Pleasure rolled through me, and I broke eye contact, my eyes slamming shut as I began to writhe under his ministrations. By the time Zach added a third finger, I was an absolute mess. Every nerve ending in my body was alive with sensation, ready for the faintest spark to set me ablaze.

My eyes flew open when he withdrew his hand, the absence of his fingers such a profound contrast to the fullness I'd felt just moments before. He grabbed the lube and looked at me meaningfully. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. God, yes." I nodded as if my words needed reinforcement.

"I have condoms in the drawer, but I haven't been with anyone since before my last physical in January. Are you comfortable with me going bare?"

"Please," was all I could manage.

He slicked his cock, groaning as he stroked, then drizzled a little more of the liquid over my hole before tossing the bottle aside. He notched himself at my entrance, locking his eyes on mine once again, and pushed forward. "Bear down, baby. It will help."

I breathed deeply and did my best to follow his instructions, groaning as he sank farther inside. He made a few more shallow strokes before pressing in a little more, moving slowly to allow me to adjust to the intrusion. It burned some, but not unbearably so, and as he continued to work his way inside, my body began to adjust, relaxing to take him more fully.

When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt inside me, he paused, taking in measured breaths like he was trying to regain control of himself. The weight of the moment, the fact that we were joined together so wholly, had tears pricking my eyes, and I reached up, wanting my hands on him. I wanted to pull him closer so that as much of his skin was touching mine as possible.

This was what I had craved. This beautiful moment when two people were joined in the most intimate way. Where there was no room for fear or worry or regrets over what could have been. There was just us . Just him and me and the love burning bright between us.

"Move, honey. I want to feel you."

He nodded, a bead of his sweat landing on my chest with the movement. Lowering down to frame my face with his elbows, his face just a few inches from mine, he pulled his hips back slowly before sliding home once again. The drag of his cockhead inside me sent the most delicious sensation rippling through my body. And as he picked up the pace, moving faster and faster, those ripples became waves, washing over me with pleasure.

He continued pumping into me, nipping at my chin and then biting at the skin where my shoulder met my neck. Our skin was slick with sweat, our torsos sliding against each other while we both grunted with the motion. He pushed himself up, propping himself with his left hand and taking my cock in his right. I jolted, letting out a deranged squeal as the change in position had him brushing against my prostate.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good. Think you can come for me?" He pegged my prostate again while his hand continued to stroke me, his hips pistoning into me with ruthless precision.

"Close," was all I managed, the word ground out through clenched teeth. My balls were drawn up tight to my body and every bit of me felt like a bolt of lightning just looking for a place to strike.

"Look at me." I tore my eyes open, locking with his as he continued the relentless motion of his hips. "I'm gonna come, and I want you to come with me. Please, baby, come with me."

My orgasm blew through me, my entire body going rigid with it as slick heat spread between our bellies. Zach also went still, but I could feel him pulsing deep inside me, filling me with his cum. I dropped my legs and wrapped my arms loosely around him as my limbs turned to jelly and he collapsed on top of me. I winced as his softening cock slipped out of me, feeling the wetness dribbling down my crack. I would be sore, but that was okay. Every bit of what we'd done had been worth it.

His face had landed on my chest when he collapsed, giving me the perfect opportunity to place small kisses on the top of his head.

"Mmm. That's nice," he mumbled into my chest, his words barely decipherable. "I'll move in a minute, 'kay? Once the tingling stops."

I chuckled, tightening my arms around him. "You are welcome to stay just like this for as long as you want."

"Cool. Forever then."

"Fine by me. I can't feel my legs anyway."

He found the strength to lift his head and look at me, forehead creased in concern. "That's a good thing, right? I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm a little sore, but I don't think any more so than would be normal for my first time. And it was one hundred percent worth it."

"It was good, then?" he persisted.

I moved my hands to his face. "It was amazing."