“I’ve got condoms in the truck,” Zach said, biting back a groan as he started to turn away.
Micah reached out and stopped him.
“Do we have to, Zach?” Micah asked, nibbling his kiss-swollen lip again. “I mean, I know you get tested all the time for work, and I, um, you know I’ve never been with anyone else, so I was kind of hoping…”
Zach’s cock jerked against his stomach, getting even harder. He’d never fucked anyone bare, and for a second, his life-long habit of doing the right thing was completely overridden by a fierce, burning want.
He swallowed, telling himself to say no. Or rather… yes.
Jesus, he couldn’t even think straight.
Yes, they had to. Condoms were always smart, and going without was a commitment he didn’t want Micah to make in the heat of the moment.
Micah’s eyes dropped to Zach’s cock again. “Look how hard you are,” he said, the pink flush spread across his skin deepening. “That’s so hot, Zach. It felt so good when you were rubbing it against me. I want to feel you inside me. Please?”
And then Micah’s hands were on him, stroking him.
Spreading the slick precum that beaded up from his slit over his sensitive head.
Letting those sure, confident fingers slide up and down, gripping and twisting.
Torturing Zach until he almost couldn’t think at all.
Zach thrust into Micah’s fist without meaning to, fisting his hands in the bedspread as he tried to remember why he needed to say no to what he suddenly wanted more than life. Because Micah was right. With the two of them? It would be safe.
Micah scooted closer—still stroking him in a slow rhythm that was starting to make him see stars—and leaned forward to bite at Zach’s chest, the way he had when they’d walked in.
“Micah,” Zach groaned, sort of loving his boyfriend’s stubborn, relentless campaigning when it came to getting what he wanted… but really, really wanting to do right by him, too.
Always.
“You like that, right?” Micah asked, grinning up at him impishly while he did it again.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. But… the condoms, baby.” Zach sucked in a breath, forcing himself to focus on something that wasn’t Micah’s hands and mouth and Jesus-fucking-Christ that fuck-me-now look in his eyes. “You’ve got to trust someone completely to make that kind of choice, Micah. We should—”
“Please, Zach?” Micah said, cutting him off with a wicked little grin and a twist on the upstroke that made Zach shudder in his hands. “I do trust you. And I promise, I’ve never even touched anyone else’s dick, so it should be safe? Well, I mean, except my own, of course. Kind of a lot. But God, now I really want yours… please?”
Zach laughed, a stuttering sound that was closer to a moan.
“And it would feel so good,” Micah went on, his lilting voice suddenly dropping lower. Sensual and erotic and tempting as hell. “You’re so hard right now, but—” his eyelids fluttered closed, and Zach could tell all his senses had been channeled into touch, “—so soft, too. Silky. I want to feel you inside me. All of you. I don’t want anything between us. I want you so bad, Zach. I want—”
Zach gave up, grabbing Micah and pulling him against him as he swallowed whatever new temptation had been about to slide out of his boyfriend’s mouth with a low growl. He was past thinking clearly, but that was okay. Because giving Micah what he wanted? That would always be the right thing to do.
“Get the lube.”
Micah scrambled around on the bed, flopping onto his stomach so he could yank open the drawer of his nightstand and grab it. It put his cute little ass in the air, smooth and round and firm and so fucking perfect that Zach couldn’t stand it. He spread Micah’s legs apart and slid his hands under Micah’s hips to lift them higher.
“Get up on your knees, baby.”
Zach had meant it to come out as a request, but it ended up as something far more forceful. But Micah just moaned, not seeming to mind at all, and did as he’d been told, the little tube of lube clutched in one hand.
They’d get to that, but first…
Zach smoothed his hands over Micah’s ass, something he’d done dozens of times before, but not in this position… and not when he knew he’d be buried inside it soon. Micah shivered, pushing himself back against Zach’s hands, and something hot and fierce took over in Zach. He palmed Micah’s cheeks, running his thumbs down the crease and then spreading him open. Micah’s little pink hole quivered under his gaze, tight and puckered and fucking beautiful and his.
Zach leaned in, dragging his tongue over it. Micah tasted a little bit sweet, a little bit musky, and when Zach did it again—a long, slow glide that made Micah moan like a porn star—Zach temporarily forgot about fucking and turned all his attention to savoring this untouched part of the man who was starting to mean so much to him.
“Oooooooooooh,” Micah moaned, dropping the lube on the bed and burying his face in a pillow. He pressed back against Zach’s mouth, his body moving with a wanton, shameless desperation that cranked Zach’s arousal into the red zone.
“Oh my God,” Micah said, practically sobbing the words. “That’s… so… oh my… Zach. I want… want… want you.”
Zach groaned, squeezing Micah’s ass as he buried his face deeper in it, licking and sucking until Micah’s whole body started trembling against his face. Zach probed him gently with his tongue, vaguely aware that Micah had started stroking himself. Micah’s voice was muffled, begging for more and stuck in a needy, desperate loop of pleas and promises that was driving Zach crazy.
“Please… please… please… it feels so good, Zach… oh God… oh please…”
Zach pushed his tongue against Micah harder, finally breaching him, and Micah practically wailed as he surged back against Zach’s face.
“Oh my God, please don’t make me come yet,” he cried out—even though his hand was still pumping his cock frantically. “Please, Zach… please… please… I want you inside me first… but this… this… Zach…”
Zach pulled away with an effort, his own cock hot and throbbing and desperate to get inside the tight hole he’d just left.
“You’ll have to stop, then, too,” Zach gritted out, pretty sure he could get off just by watching Micah finish himself off.
Micah moaned, spreading his legs wider, and Zach reached around to pull his hand off his cock, folding Micah’s arm so it was bent over his back and holding it there while he reached for the lube.
“Wait, baby,” Zach said, not sure if he could, but knowing he would anyway, because it was what Micah really wanted. “We’re almost there.”
Micah whimpered, gasping and flinching when Zach squeezed the cold lube onto his crack, and then moaning as he started to work it over his hole… pushing for more when Zach finally pressed a finger inside him… begging again when Zach started to pump gently in and out, getting him ready.
“I need you… I need you… I need you… oh, God, Zach… I need you…”
Zach twisted his finger, searching for the rough nub that would make it even better for him, and when he found it—
Micah sucked in a sharp breath, surging back against him. “Oh my God, oh Zach, oh jeez, please ohmyGodpleaseZachpleasepleaseplease.”
Micah’s words ran together with a renewed desperation that made Zach’s cock feel like it was about to fucking explode… that made him have to bite the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, just to keep from doing something about it… that made his whole body feel like one giant erogenous zone… one that the sweet, needy, hot-as-fuck sound of Micah begging to be fucked stroked, over and over and over, until Zach almost couldn’t stand it.
“Hold on, baby,” Zach gritted out, pushing a second finger in and starting to fuck Micah’s ass with them a little harder… a little faster… until he had to rest his forehead against the base of Micah’s spine, panting against the hot, sweat-slicked skin there as he clamped down on his own need to forget prep and just fuck. Hard
and fast and forever.
Micah would let him.
Wanted him to.
Was moaning and writhing and begging so… fucking… prettily…
But Zach’s cock was a lot bigger than two fingers, and no matter how urgently it throbbed between his legs—so sensitive now that he wanted to explode every time it brushed the bedspread or pressed against Micah’s thigh—he was going to make Micah’s first time good for him.
Even if, at the moment, it felt like it might kill him.
12
Micah
Micah sucked in a ragged breath, eyes squeezed tightly closed and his entire attention focused on the unbelievable feel of what Zach was doing. Even though Zach had made him stop stroking his dick, Micah could still feel a warm, tingling sensation there… but not just there. It was deep inside his pelvis, spilling through his balls and thighs, and it was so good that it almost felt like being blind again. Like the whole world was blotted out, everything gone but that.
And then Zach pulled away.
“Zach,” Micah gasped, moaning into the pillow he didn’t remember pressing his face against. “Please… more.”
The loss of Zach’s tongue had left him wanting to cry, but the fingers had been a whole new kind of amazingness. But with them gone, too, he felt bereft… empty… needy.
A little bit desperate.
Actually, maybe a lot.
“Roll over, baby,” Zach said, his voice throbbing with the same heady desperation, like a promise. “I want to see you when I’m inside you.”
Micah scrambled to comply, his breath hitching when Zach didn’t wait—just grabbed him and flipped him onto his back, and then, as soon as Micah was in position, surged up between his legs, his mouth finding Micah’s as his fingers returned to where they’d been.
Thank God Thank God Thank God So So So So Good.
Micah wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist, moaning into his mouth as he started rocking against the delicious weight of his man. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing against the hot ridges of Zach’s abs while Zach’s fingers thrust in and out of his hole, and it… felt… amazing. Too good to be real, but better, because it was.
He didn’t ever want it to end. Ever.
But God, he wanted to come, too. So bad. But not yet. Even though he kind of felt like he did, too.
Like he had to.
Like he would.
So good so good so dang good he wanted to scream.
And then Zach pushed another finger inside him. It was a burning stretch that made him tense up for a second, his body at war about whether it wanted it or not.
“Shhhh,” Zach said, moving his hot mouth down to the spot on Micah’s neck that always made him feel like every color had exploded inside him, all at once. “Relax, baby. I only want to make you feel good.”
And then Zach did, his fingers finding that magical spot inside Micah’s body again, the one that made him start to shake. The one that made it feel like his insides had turned into pure sex… into something flowing and liquid and warm and electrified… into something that he couldn’t stop… didn’t want to… something that was going to turn him inside out and make him come undone and wreck him, completely.
He freaking loved that spot.
“Oh, God. Oh, Zach. Zach. I can’t… stop… oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
And then Micah was coming, and it was nothing like he’d ever felt before.
Zach groaned, a long, low, sexy sound that perfectly matched the waves of pleasure that poured through Micah, the ones that lit him up and then emptied him out and—Goddddddddddd—made him feel like Zach had given him a whole new sense.
Zach’s big, hard body surrounded him as he came, held him in place so he didn’t fly apart. It felt endless… euphoric… so good that he couldn’t waste a single regret that it hadn’t happened the way he’d wanted, with Zach inside him. All he could do was hold onto Zach for dear life and just let it take him, his mouth open in a soundless “O” until the bliss finally started to fade, leaving him boneless and satiated and feeling better than he ever had in his entire life.
“So beautiful, baby,” Zach whispered. “I want to see you do that for me all the time.”
Micah felt the words as much as heard them, Zach’s lips still pressed against his throat and the deep vibration of his voice harmonizing with the shuddering waves that coursed through Micah’s body. The ones that were slowly fading. The ones that had colored his world from the inside out.
And then Zach kissed him once—hard—and pushed back up to kneel between Micah’s legs, his thick cock jutting out like a promise. He hooked his arms under Micah’s knees and yanked their bodies closer, lining himself up with Micah’s entrance, and then—keeping his eyes on Micah’s face the whole time—he pushed inside.
“Oh my God,” Micah gasped, fisting his hands in the sheets as his body struggled to accommodate what he’d asked for. It felt different than Zach’s fingers.
Better.
Bigger.
Too much.
“Micah,” Zach whispered, sweat beading on his brow. “Breathe, baby.”
Micah did, releasing the breath he’d started holding in a stuttering laugh that seemed to signal to his body to open up and let Zach in. And when he did… it wasn’t too much, after all.
Zach stretched him, filled him—relentlessly, gently, perfectly—thrusting forward in a slow, steady rhythm that took him a little bit deeper every time. His hands gripped Micah tight and his voice whispered sweet, naughty, sexy things that made heat start to coil, low and deep, in the center of Micah’s body… that made him start to get turned on all over again, even though he’d come so hard that he’d thought he was done… that made him feel something he’d never felt before.
No, that wasn’t true. Micah knew this feeling. It was something he hadn’t really known he needed until it was suddenly there, but it was definitely familiar.
It was like sight.
When Micah had been blind, he hadn’t been able to see anything. Not black, not dark, there had simply been… nothing. And then came sight, rushing in to fill everything. That’s how it felt to have Zach inside him. That’s how it felt when Zach’s every touch, his every look, his every careful, attentive movement made Micah feel like the center of his universe—cherished, and safe, and wanted, and maybe even just a little bit loved…
Micah’s heart hadn’t been empty, but it had been blind. It hadn’t known there was an absence until Zach came in and filled it. Filled him, giving him a big whoosh of everything. Joining together in body, and mind, and something deeper, too.
Something that felt like it had become a part of him… or maybe always had been.
“Zach,” Micah said, sighing and smiling and curling his body up as Zach thrust forward, wrapping around him. Reaching for his face. Wanting to feel everything.
Zach’s hand tightened on him and he turned his head to kiss Micah’s palm, shifting his hips and snapping them forward again, and…
“Zach.”
Zach’s name exploding out in an unexpectedly urgent gasp the second time, because Zach’s big, beautiful cock had just hit the same spot that had made Micah come undone before. It was almost too much. But it was also everything.
Micah saw stars.
“Zach. Oh my God… it’s… it’s… happening again.”
“That’s right,” Zach said, smiling. A fierce, hot smile that made Micah’s toes curl and his breath hitch and cranked up the intensity of the delicious, unbelievable pleasure that had started building inside him all over again, sending it into the red zone.
“How… how… how… oh my God.”
Micah’s breath was coming too hard and fast for him to speak, his body rocked by too much pleasure for him to think. He didn’t care how; couldn’t do anything but just let it happen. He let his eyes roll back in his head as Zach started driving into him harder, hitting that lovely, magical spot again and again and again. Each thrust sent a brand-new cascade of shivering
tension coiling through him… tightening inside him… building and building and building…
“You feel so… damn… good, Micah,” Zach groaned, his voice as tight as the muscles Micah could feel, standing out in sharp relief on Zach’s chest… his arms… his back. He hauled Micah closer, lifting his bottom all the way off the bed until he was practically bent in half, and drove into him again. “So… fucking… good.”
Micah gasped, starting to quiver again, falling apart all over again, from the inside out.
“Please,” he begged, knowing what he was asking for this time and needing it. Needing it. “Please, Zach. I need… need… need…”
And then one of Zach’s hands wrapped around his dick and Micah lost all track of where his body ended and Zach’s began. It felt like the blue picture Zach had sent him weeks ago. Just blue, but so many different shades, all blended together so seamlessly—just like Zach’s huge cock pounding into him and that big, rough-but-gentle hand stroking him, and the heat of Zach’s body surrounding him—that it felt like no single part could exist without all the others.
From a distance, just blue, but really, all the blues.
As if the two of them had actually become one thing—a greater thing—more beautiful because they were blended together.
Micah gasped. He was going to come again.
Oh, God.
He was going to come hard.
“I… I need… oh my God, Zach… please…”
“Say it, Micah,” Zach said, his voice so rough and raw and sexy that it pushed Micah right up to the very edge. “Look at me, baby. Tell me. I want… to hear… you say it.”
“Unnnnggghhh.” Micah forced his eyes open, giving Zach what he’d asked for as his body shuddered and tipped over the edge the moment his eyes met Zach’s.
“I need you,” he gasped, because Zach had asked him to.
Except the words dissolved in a trembling moan as the orgasm ripped through him, deeper and longer and totally, completely taking over every one of his senses until it was hard to do anything but just… come. He tried anyway. Kept mouthing what Zach wanted to hear soundlessly anyway, wanting to give this man everything.
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