Chapter Eight

~ Patrick ~

I let out a little grunt as I set down the medical journal I had been reading and rubbed the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Even if I wasn't actively working as a doctor, I still needed to keep up on everything happening in the medical world.

When my cell phone rang, I briefly glanced at the clock as I picked it up and answered. "Kind of late for you to be calling, isn't it, Jake? Jai kick you out of bed?"

Jake chuckled good naturedly. "That'll never happen."

I hoped I could say the same after a few years of marriage.

"So, what's up?"

"Just wanted to check if you and Zaq are all moved in now."

"For the most part," I replied. "Couldn't have done it without your help, though." We would have been moving boxes for days.

I still hadn't figured out how he'd done it, but Jake came up with ten guys on the spur of the moment to get all of our stuff up to our condo from the loading dock.

"Jai and I are having a little get-together at our place tomorrow night at seven and we wanted to know if you and Zaq would like to come. It's just the guys and their spouses. It'll give Zaq a chance to meet everyone."

That actually sounded like a great idea. Zaq had met a few of my frat brothers in the last three weeks since we moved here, but not all of them. I was also interested in meeting the husband's of those who were married that I hadn't met yet.

"I'll have to check with Zaq, but I don't see a problem with it."

"It's a casual affair, so need to dress up. Jai only lets me put him in a tux about once a month. More than that and he gets squirrely."

I chuckled picturing the strawberry blond throwing a fit over a tux. I could actually see it. He might be shorter than Zaq, but he was a spitfire.

"Why don't I give you a call tomorrow and let you know?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure Zaq has already gone to bed. I just got done with my reading so I'm headed there myself."

"Sure," Jake replied. "Goodnight."

"Night." I hung up and then set my journal aside, got up, and went to lock up the condo and then go find my husband.

Neither Zaq or I were in a big hurry to get back to work. We'd spent the last three weeks getting unpacked and learning about the neighborhood we'd moved into.

We'd even gone on a few dates.

I found Zaq in the bedroom putting clothes away in the dresser. A laundry basket sat on the floor at his feet.

"Hey."

Zaq smiled at me when he glanced up. "Hey."

I walked up behind Zaq, pressing my chest to his back and wrapping my arms around him. "I thought you'd be in bed already."

It was after ten o'clock at night.

I bent closer to Zaq and pressed my lips against the side of his neck. The shiver that shook his body made me feel like a king.

"All done for the night?" Zaq whispered as he tilted his head to one side, barring more of his throat to me.

"Yeah, I finished the journal and then made sure everything was locked up."

Zaq shuddered again before turning and wrapping his arms around my neck. "Learn anything new?"

I grinned, having a pretty good idea where Zaq's brain was going. "One or two things."

"Tell me." Zaq shuddered again and pressed against me. "I'm a good student. Swear."

Zaq pulled at my shirt until I lifted my arms and allowed him to slide it over my head, tossing it aside. Gentle hands slid down my sides until they reached the zipper on my slacks. I held my breath as Zaq slowly began to work my pants free. He stopped momentarily to remove my socks.

Losing just a bit of the tight rein I had on my emotions, I pulled away from Zaq and pushed my pants down and all the way off, and then I stood there, naked as the day I was born. My heart quickened when Zaq gave me a sensual smile as he trailed his fingertips down my naked chest.

No one could get my motor running as quickly as Zaq.

I moved closer to Zaq without even realizing it, the sweet, heady scent of the man—hot summer rain—drawing me in and curling around my senses.

I cupped Zaq’s cheek to make him turn and look at me. I drew Zaq in for a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate.

I ran my hand over his blond hair, feeling more than just a lustful need. Zaq was wrapped tightly around my heart even if I hadn't admitted it to him, and I could barely breathe as I held him in my arms.

"You have no idea how much I want you, Zaq," I whispered.

"Oh, I might."

With a tug of my hand, I pulled Zaq down to the bed. We both tumbled backward, rolling until I landed on top of him. My legs shifted as I straddled his waist between my thighs.

I leaned forward, inhaling Zaq’s sweet scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent rushed into me in a wave of intoxication.

"You smell delicious." Zaq’s skin flushed as I leaned forward to nip the man on his jaw.

Zaq’s warm breath tickled my cheek. His breath came out raggedly, softly, though. Then Zaq groaned, and pure, raw need slammed into me at the soft sound.

I tugged at Zaq’s cheek until our mouths were only an inch apart, and then moved in to capture his lips. I shuddered and then nipped Zaq on his bottom lip. My body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in me reaching for Zaq's mouth, the hot draw of his lips, and the moist wash of his tongue.

Zaq tasted so damn good.

Eagerly, Zaq’s tongue mated with mine, the spicy taste of man making me grow harder. Like a drug addict in the first seconds of his fix, I tried to devour Zaq. I licked at Zaq’s lips, nibbled at them, drew Zaq’s tongue into my mouth, and sucked at it.

Zaq arched even closer, his cock jerking against mine through his jeans. Zaq’s hands gripped my hair, holding me to him as our teeth and tongues clashed. The kiss was hard, hungry, and I urged Zaq closer, deepening the kiss.

I wrapped my arms around Zaq, blunt nails scraping along his back as he arched into me, his body twisting closer, as if desperate to mate every cell in our bodies together.

I opened my eyes, seeing Zaq’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his beautiful face. I hadn’t thought Zaq could get any better looking, but staring down at the man, I knew I had been wrong.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Zaq." I ran the palms of my hands up Zaq’s chest and pinched both nipples through his shirt. "You take my breath away every time I look at you."

I slid my hands under Zaq’s shirt, smoothing my fingers over his back. Zaq shivered at the contact. I pushed the shirt up, pulling it up and over Zaq’s head.

Zaq raised his arms and allowed me to undress him. I tossed the shirt aside then I ran my hands down Zaq’s chest, my thumbs playing at those beautiful brown-hued nipples.

A course of lust shot through my groin when Zaq's lips parted and a moan escaped. I was fascinated by the sight, my dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

I tightened my grip on Zaq’s nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between my fingertips. Zaq bucked underneath me, pressing his chest harder into my hands.

It was the most erotic thing I'd had ever seen.

I slid my hands up Zaq’s arms, circling around his wrists, applying the lightest of pressure. I shifted my weight, pressing my body down until I could nuzzle Zaq’s neck and rub our chests together, feeling the sensual body beneath me.

I glanced down at the tanned and gleaming chest. It was lean, strong, and damn near perfect. I loved the sculpted way Zaq was formed. I ran my hands over the bare flesh, my nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way.

Glancing down Zaq’s body, I saw the outline of his erection beneath the fabric of his pants. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. I released the snap on Zaq’s pants, pulling the zipper down until I saw the moist head of Zaq’s cock peeking out.

Zaq's tongue licked at my nipple, his lips nibbling sporadically. I gasped, arching back as that rough, rasping tongue stroked over my heated flesh. Oh, that was good, hot, with a gentle abrasion that had me panting as Zaq moved slowly to the other nipple.

I glanced down at Zaq again, staring into the deep pools of amber-green. I snaked my hand into Zaq’s slacks and massaged the heated flesh. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under my fingers. I pulled at the waistband of Zaq’s pants, pushing the fabric down Zaq’s body until I could toss the fabric aside.

Zaq lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to my appreciative eyes. I drank the man in as I pushed Zaq’s thighs apart. Zaq didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Zaq's body was such a sculpted piece of art to me, so perfect, so exotic.

I grinned as I pushed my body down until my head was even with Zaq’s weeping cock.

I needed to taste him.

I licked a path to Zaq’s cock. I nuzzled his balls before licking my way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Zaq’s pre-cum. As I swallowed, I felt a small hand on my head and looked up to see Zaq gazing down at me, his brown eyes filled with hunger and need as great as my own.

Zaq’s fingers caressed my jaw, almost begging me to show him just what I could do with my lips. I leaned forward, engulfing Zaq’s cock. Zaq groaned out his pleasure as I swallowed the erection to the root.

Using my tongue, I lavished the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Zaq’s desires.

I cupped the back of Zaq’s thighs, pushing the man’s legs back as I worked my mouth over his cock. Zaq wrapped his legs around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

Reaching around Zaq, I played at his hole, pressing my fingers against the throbbing muscle, but not entering.

Just teasing.

I reached my hand up, coating my fingers with my own saliva before placing them back at Zaq’s entrance, pushing three fingers deep into Zaq’s tight body, one at a time.

I wiggled my fingers, watching as Zaq fell apart in my arms. Since Zaq’s legs were on either side of mine, I pushed his legs further apart, opening Zaq wider.

"Don’t stop, Pat," Zaq begged. "F–feels so good."

In that moment, I knew I would give Zaq anything he asked for. I was totally lost in my love for him. I would capture the stars and lay them out at Zaq’s feet if that’s what he wanted. I was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Zaq, had been since we were teenagers.

Zaq shouted, and his hips bucked, pushing his cock to the back of my mouth as hot seed spilt down my throat. I drank it down like a dying man, pulling every last drop from Zaq’s thick cock.

I let Zaq’s dick slide from between my lips as I leaned back. "Lube?"

Zaq didn’t move for a moment, his breathing heavy, and then he pointed toward the end of the bed. I saw the lube and condom lying on top of the covers. I grabbed them both.

My hands trembled as I tore open the condom and rolled it down my aching shaft. It didn't get any better when I grabbed the lube, squirted some out in the palm of my hand, and then coated my painfully straining erection.

I was so hard and ready that I feared I would come just from lathering my cock. The thought had my head spinning as I tossed the bottle of lube aside and leaned back over Zaq.

The head of my cock touched Zaq’s sensitive hole, but I didn’t push forward. Not yet. I watched in fascination as a shudder ran over Zaq, making his entire body tremble. I drew in a shuttering breath, telling myself over and over again to gain control.

I was so damn close already.

Zaq’s eyes sparkled, telling me what he truly wanted. I leaned forward, placing my hands on Zaq’s chest. My cock brushed along Zaq’s crease as I ran my tongue over the man's parted lips.

I reached up and touched Zaq’s moist lips, the pads of my fingers tingling as I ran them along the smooth and soft skin. I gripped the back of Zaq’s neck, pulling him up, taking Zaq’s lips with my own, my tongue plunging forcefully into his mouth.

"I want to ride your cock," Zaq whispered against my lips.

The rumble of pleasure that echoed through my chest made me shiver.

"Yes," I gasped as I rolled us, placing Zaq on top. I twisted in a grip of an erotic heat that was burning me alive. "Ride my cock, Zaq."

Using my biceps as leverage, Zaq lifted his hips and guided my cock into his tight hole. I hissed when the head of my shaft touched Zaq’s entrance, my body growing tense. Zaq’s eyes rolled upward, his hips pressing down onto my cock.

All I could do was shudder and close my eyes when I felt my cock enter the tight, wet heat of Zaq's body. It was me who cried out, my arms shaking as I placed my hands on Zaq’s thighs. I was overwhelmed at the feeling of being inside Zaq and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

I gripped Zaq’s buttocks as the man seated himself. I held tight to Zaq’s ass as I pulled back, leaving only the head inside before thrusting my full length up into Zaq’s ass once again.

Zaq’s body arched, his mouth opening on a low cry as he shuddered. His nails pierced my arms, his legs tightening around my hips as I thrust in and out of the silken grasp encasing my cock.

"Harder, Pat," Zaq’s voice was low and husky, sultry.

Zaq was breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling in hard breaths. His body was hot and wild as he raked his nails down my chest. Zaq began to bounce on my cock, his own shaft jumping around freely. I held Zaq's ass, cupped his ass cheeks, as Zaq took his pleasure from my body.

"That’s it, baby. Pleasure yourself, take what you want."

My fingers dug into Zaq’s ass as he gyrated his hips, his movements now slow and measured. Zaq was driving my need higher. I wasn’t sure what drove me more insane, the fast bouncing or the leisurely movements.

Zaq swiveled his hips, impaling himself on my cock over and over again. I was coming unglued, falling apart at the seams as Zaq took what he wanted, what he needed.

I was fighting not to plunge deep inside Zaq.

I almost lost my mind when Zaq clenched his inner muscles, encasing my cock in a tight vise-like grip. There was no other way to describe the growing madness inside of me. I began to move inside Zaq, slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then pushing back in.

Unable to stand it anymore, I quickened my movements, and soon I was fucking Zaq with passion, ramming my cock hard and deep into Zaq's ass. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

I could die that very second and know that I had visited heaven already. Zaq began to slide back up my cock, the grip like an iron fist as my body trembled. I growled gently, looking to where our bodies joined together, watching my cock reappear from Zaq’s giving flesh.

Zaq’s legs tightened around my hips, locking me into place as Zaq slammed his ass onto my cock harder. Zaq’s head rolled from side to side, his back arching as he let out a throaty groan. He arched his back, letting out a guttural sound as hot liquid spread across my chest.

My thighs grew tight as I watched the beautiful sight above me. I traced my fingers over Zaq’s hard chest, touching each dip as I rocked my cock in and out of his body. Zaq’s ass was pulsing, milking my cock with a ferocity that rocked me to my very core.

I felt a primal growl building in my throat, the need to possess Zaq overwhelming everything. It was a powerful feeling and one I had never felt before. I wanted to possess Zaq, to claim him, and let him know that no other would ever do for me.

He was it.

Forever.

Giving a few more plunges, I held tight to Zaq as I came unglued. My mind fragmented as I shoved my cock into Zaq’s ass, my seed forcefully being pulled from my body.

I was frozen in time and space, lights flashing before my eyes as I found my release, and felt my body emptying as endless spurts of cum filled the condom.

I grabbed Zaq's chin, yanking Zaq’s head down. As I stared into his beautiful brown eyes, I felt the drugging feeling of my orgasm slowly fade away.

I pulled my cock free, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed before curling up on the bed next to Zaq and pulling the covers up over the both of us. Zaq curled up to my chest.

I wrapped an arm around him, pulled him close, and let the tiny aftershocks settle me into sleep.

We could shower later.

Together.