7. Zeke

Chapter seven

Zeke

S itting on the bed in my room, I held Sacha's hand while he sat beside me and explained that his mother didn't want anyone to know about us.

"It sounds like she's okay with you being bisexual." I took a chance on labelling his sexuality despite not yet talking about it with him. "That's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah," he said with a shrug, "but in a ‘I don't want to have to see it' sort of way."

"Okay, that's terrible, but—and I'm just guessing here—she doesn't sound completely against you." I was grasping and I knew it, but I'd always gravitated toward finding the silver linings. "Like maybe there might be room to change her mind down the line. You know?"

I felt bad that he'd gotten a less than stellar reaction from his mother when he came out to her, but I wasn't sure what more to do than be supportive. We weren't dating. Our relationship was a blip in both of our lives, and though I'd remember him fondly and didn't regret meeting him, it wasn't like we were a couple. I'd be leaving at the end of the week. I could give him my number and ask that he let me check in on him from time to time since I'd basically whisked him out of the closet and was now his fairy gayfather, but it wasn't like I'd be giving up my life in Miami and moving in with him.

Although, a bitchy little part of my brain did pop up and remind me that I didn't, in fact, have a life in Miami anymore. I'd be staying in Fabian and Matt's apartment while they were on their honeymoon and, when they got back, I'd need to have somewhere to go. And a job. At least the Metrobus system would be there for my broke ass.

"I just don't…" Sacha sighed and looked me in the eyes as he squeezed my hand. "You're the kind of man who deserves to be celebrated, not hidden away."

Oh, that stung. I knew he didn't mean for it to hit me like that, but ouch.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked as he held my hand in both of his.

I must have needed to work on my poker face. I also figured I should probably tell him everything.

"So my last relationship imploded not long ago because I found out the man I'd been dating for two years was actually living a whole other life in a different city as a straight, married man with two kids."

Sacha's eyes and mouth went wide in the usual reaction people had to learning that about Anthony. That was usually followed by all the reasons why they'd never liked Anthony and how much better I could do without him.

Sacha leaned over and hugged me tight against his chest, cupping the back of my head and making a sound like he was in pain. "That must've broken your heart," he whispered. "Are you okay?"

My throat got tight, and I hugged him back as I realized that was the first time anyone had asked me that. Even Fabian hadn't asked because he'd been on the side of hating on Anthony the instant I'd given him permission to let loose. His reasons had a lot more to do with employment practices, but whatever. He'd still never asked if I was okay.

I cleared my throat to answer Sacha as he combed his fingers through my hair. "Sometimes I'm fine and other times I'm not. I gave everything to him."

Sacha gasped and pulled back to look me in the eyes. "And I'm making you hide!"

"No," I held up a finger, "you're asking me to hide with you . There's a difference."

He slumped where he sat, but he nodded, so I hoped he understood.

"Want to hang out with me for a while?" I hooked a thumb at the TV. "We could watch a movie."

"Aren't you supposed to be doing wedding things?"

"Uh. Maybe?" I went over to the little table by the window and found the itinerary. "White water rafting? Is he insane? Who would want to— Oh, or mani/pedis."

Sacha snickered at me and then bit his lips together when I looked over at him.

I cocked a hip and flicked my wrist. "Do I look like the kind of guy who wants to tumble around in a washing machine of rocks and death?"

The snickering escalated into guffawing as Sacha shook his head at me. I rolled my eyes and set the itinerary back down, fairly certain Fabian wouldn't be too upset that I'd missed either event so long as I let slip that I'd been with Sacha instead. Fabian had guided an alarming number of baby gays out of the closet, so he'd understand.

Once Sacha got hold of himself, he stood with a hand on his belly rucking up his polo shirt. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" He must've seen me looking because he brought his hand up. "Not for any reason other than I'd like to wash the morning away."

I tried to tell my dick that Sacha did not want to get naked and wet with us, but it wasn't listening. I shoved my hands in my pockets and hoped he wouldn't notice any bulging. "Um, yeah, no problem. Go right ahead."

Sacha chuckled and came over to me so he could cup my cheek in the palm of his hand. "Your poker face is for shit."

I could feel myself blushing and brushed his hand away. "Go take your shower and feel better."

He stayed where he was. "Would you like to join me?"

"Do you want me to join you?"

Putting his hands out like he was weighing something, he said, "Hmm, just get clean or get clean while getting filthy?" He made his hands go up and down.

I barked a laugh, grabbed the lube and a condom, and went into the bathroom.

"What was that?" he asked as he followed me in.

I set the bottle and condom on the counter and started getting undressed. Sacha might think I couldn't hide my thoughts from my face, but he was just as bad. I couldn't help snickering at the nervous butt virgin as he eyed the items on the counter.

"Breathe, Sacha. You're going to top."

"I'm going to— Oh." He nodded very seriously and took his shirt over his head.

Naked, I went and turned the hot water on before looping my arms around his bare shoulders. "I'm a fan of bottoming, but I also think it's good for you to see how things work from the top before you try it from the bottom. You know?"

"Sure. Yeah, okay." His shoulders relaxed.

I opened his pants and reached in to massage his cock. Oh, Sacha was beautiful when he was turned on. The low-lidded eyes and parted lips as he moaned so softly aroused me as much as fondling him did. And when he aggressively grabbed me into a wild kiss, one hand squeezing my ass, I forgot all about small-minded parents and anybody's secrets.

Only when I realized it was getting a bit steamy—literally, because the shower was still running nothing but hot water—did we break apart. Sacha finished undressing, and I adjusted the water and opened the bathroom door to let the cool air in so we could see each other. The mirror was completely fogged over as we stepped into the tiled shower space across from it. It really was a lovely bathroom, made even more so by the athletic young man in front of me.

Since he'd initially wanted to relax, I took charge and washed his hair, massaged a lot of delicious muscle groups, and did my best to pamper him a bit. He giggled when I smoothed my hands over his asscheeks and bit his bottom lip when I teased my fingers between them. I fleetingly considered introducing him to a rimjob, but stroking his cock changed my mind. I needed him inside me.

While he got the condom on, I opened myself up with the silicone-based lube that was a favorite of mine. Not only was it good for playing in the water, but it would stay slick for longer than anything else I'd ever used. Sacha was behind me, and I could hear his low moan as I fingered myself. It made me grin to know I had him enthralled.

"Get some on you, too," I said as I handed him the lube. "Then work yourself in nice and slow."

He looked very serious, so I turned around and bent over, bracing my hands on the tiles, to give him some space. Everything would be great once his nerves faded and he felt confident, so I didn't try to talk him through every little thing now. He wasn't a virgin—he knew what to do with his dick—and I knew how to take him.

Sacha touched my hip with a firm hand, and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. I exhaled with a moan as he pushed the fat head in, and I heard him whisper my name. I reached back for him, pulling, and he started shallowly thrusting his way deeper. In a moment, he was rocking with me, his fingers biting into my hips and low sounds of pleasure slipping from his lips.

There was something about this that felt different from other times. Because he was my first after Anthony? Because I really liked him? Because it was his first time? I didn't know, but by the time he'd worked himself fully inside me and had his hands roaming my chest and abs, I felt a little drunk on Sacha. I had to lock my knees and concentrate on paying attention instead of closing my eyes and losing myself in the sensations he was causing. When he ground against my ass and started jacking me, I wailed in sharp and unexpected pleasure. It wasn't supposed to be this good.

"Zeke… Aw, god…" he said in my ear as he started thrusting again. "You're perfect."

I shook my head because I really wasn't but couldn't speak thanks to the building desperation inside me. I'd taken over stroking my cock and was frantically pushing back on him as he slammed into me, the two of us lost in a rush to the finish line. When he thrust in so hard that he lifted me off my feet, I suddenly came with a wail of release that was echoed by his. He stayed pressed close and wrapped his arms around me while we panted together.

Only because the water started to cool did we separate. We laughed at each other when the spray stole the condom out of his hand and we had to chase it down. Cleanup was perfunctory at best before we hopped out and turned off the water. In the sudden quiet, I looked Sacha in the eyes and really liked what I saw when he gazed back at me. I kissed him slowly and sweetly.

"Thank you," he whispered against my lips.

I shook my head and licked into his mouth because I was the grateful one. I couldn't have asked for a better man to be the one to wipe my slate clean of the past. Sacha was letting me move on once and for all.