Micah squinted at him, then closed his eyes and ran his hands over Zach’s face, obviously trying to feel the truth for himself. Zach grinned, turning his head so he could kiss Micah’s palm.
“You love it,” Micah said, his eyes popping open as he lit up again and spilled out all his thoughts about the art he’d created. “I thought you would. I made this one more than green, see? I mean, the real rock is, too, but I made it show more here, so you can really tell? And I know I took away most of the real beach, but all this part is… it’s you. It feels just like you, I mean. The way you are, inside. All strong and solid and beautiful, but full of energy, too. And I really think it will look good on this wall? But of course, you could put it anywhere… but here, it would really make your living room come alive, don’t you think?”
Micah skimmed his hand over the picture as he talked. His excited explanation didn’t seem to have much to do with its visual elements, but it resonated perfectly with all the emotions that swirled inside Zach as he looked at the vibrant image.
A rush of something hot and fierce and almost too beautiful to be real filled Zach’s heart as he stared at it. It felt a bit like the adrenaline rush of jumping out of a plane, except that instead of wanting to use the rush to burn off emotions he didn’t know how else to deal with, this rush stoked the fires of feelings Zach never wanted to let go of. It took that spark he’d found with Micah and made it burn so brightly that Zach couldn’t imagine it ever going out.
“I love you,” he said, pulling Micah into his arms and cutting him off mid-sentence. “And yes, I love the picture, too. I want to put it right here, on the wall you chose. And if you want to do anything else to make my apartment come alive, please do, Micah. You’re incredible.”
Micah bit his lip, then let loose with one of his smiles that didn’t hold anything back and scrambled up Zach’s body, clearly trusting Zach to grab him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Zach tightly as he made it up to eye level and grinned at him, glowing.
“We should totally go to the bedroom, Zach. Because all those compliments really turned me on, and now I want to give you your other present.”
“Fuck, Micah,” Zach said, laughing as he squeezed Micah’s perfectly shaped little ass. “I don’t know if I can make it that far. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Yes,” Micah said, grinning as he rocked against Zach’s erection. “And I want to do more of it.”
Zach groaned, seriously tempted to say no to the bedroom so he could get some relief right here and now… especially when Micah leaned in, pressing a hot kiss and a breathy “please?” against his lips.
The please cinched it, though. “No” wasn’t something Zach could ever see himself saying to Micah, so he settled for kissing the shit out of him as he carried him down the hall. He pressed him against the wall as soon as they were technically inside the bedroom and worked Micah’s shirt off.
“Yours, too,” Micah said, throwing his head back to give Zach more access to the smooth line of his throat. “Naked, Zach. Please.”
Zach grinned, loving Micah’s urgency. Loving how he was always eager and ready to dive into everything at full speed. Loving how he never held anything back. Loving him.
Zach indulged himself by burying his face against Micah’s neck for a moment to suck on his favorite spot for a second before setting him down on his feet.
“Naked?” he asked, smoothing a hand down Micah’s chest and slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants. “You or me, baby?”
Micah’s lips twitched. “Zach, quit teasing. You know the answer is always both.”
“Not always,” Zach said, making quick work of Micah’s zipper and tugging his pants and underwear down in one smooth move. Micah’s cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, and when it slapped up against his stomach, Zach decided he needed to take another birthday present for himself.
“Zach, don’t… ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Micah fisted his hands in Zach’s hair when Zach dropped to his knees and sucked the slick head into his mouth, thrusting his hips as he stuttered out something that was half protest, half pleasure.
“I was going to… Zach… you… I… oh my God.”
Zach cupped his hands around Micah’s ass, kneading the smoothly muscled curves as he pulled a cascade of sexy little moans and half-formed words out of him. He loved the way Micah tasted. Loved the way he pushed himself deeper into Zach’s mouth with jerky little thrusts, like he was trying not to but couldn’t help it. Loved the way he could feel Micah’s thighs start to shake… feel his cock swell against the back of his throat… feel his fingers clench in his hair, little spasms that matched the rhythm of Micah’s panting breaths, a sure sign that he was getting closer… closer…
“Please, Zach… please… please… nnnnnnnnggghhhh.”
Zach moaned as Micah came, swallowing it down as his own cock throbbed painfully in the tight confines of his pants. Micah was right, he should have gotten naked first, but damn if it hadn’t been worth it to hear him come undone like that.
“Zach,” Micah said, sliding down the wall when Zach finally let go of him and collapsing next to him, warm and boneless and fucking beautiful. “That wasn’t really what I had in mind.”
He leaned his head against Zach’s shoulder, his gorgeous, light-colored eyes hidden behind closed lids as he caught his breath.
“No?” Zach ran his hands over Micah’s irresistibly flushed skin, the warm, sleek feel of it turning him on even more. “Sorry, baby. I saw you and couldn’t resist.”
Micah’s lips twitched, but he didn’t open his eyes.
“That’s the problem with seeing. It’s so distracting,” he said, arching into Zach’s touch. “Feeling is so much better with your eyes closed.”
“Really?” Zach teased. “Did you have your eyes closed when my mouth was on you?”
Micah’s cheeks turned red, and he cracked his eyes open, peeking at Zach from underneath his pale lashes. “Maybe. Okay, yes. It feels amazing when you do that. I mean, I like looking at you, too, but oh my God, your tongue…”
Zach groaned, his cock jerking against his zipper with the reminder that it needed some attention, too.
Micah grinned. He’d definitely noticed.
“I thought you were going to get naked for me, Zach.”
“It’s my birthday,” Zach reminded him, moving Micah’s hand onto his bulge. “You’re really going to make me do all the work?”
Micah caught his breath, rubbing Zach through the denim, and the sudden flare of heat in his eyes reminded Zach that one of the benefits of dating a twenty-two-year-old was a really, really fast recovery time. He surged to his feet, pulling Micah up with him, but when he tried to move them both to the bed, Micah dug in his heels.
“Naked first, please,” he said, pushing Zach’s hands away when Zach reached for his own zipper.
“Saying ‘please’ means you want me to do it,” Zach said, laughing as he held his arms out of the way so Micah could undress him.
“No, ‘please’ is just polite,” Micah said, grinning up at him as he pulled Zach’s pants down. “But I’m still the one who gets to do it… especially if you’re going to whine about doing all the work. Step.”
“Whining?” Zach teased, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of the pants, as directed. “On the contrary, Micah. I like working. All that hard, hard work of getting you naked… getting you to start panting my name… begging me for it… coming so hard that your knees won’t hold you up.”
Micah made a sexy little sound of pure want, stepping closer.
“I could work like that all night, baby,” Zach promised.
Micah’s cheeks were flushed with the shade of pink that told Zach just how turned on he was getting again, and he slid his hands under Zach’s shirt, dragging his blunt nails over Zach’s abs. Zach groaned, and Micah gave him a hot smile that made Zach want to forget waiting and just flip him around and bend him over the bed. Earn more of
those sweet, pleading little cries that he loved to hear. Fuck him until his knees gave out all over again, and then turn him around and fold him in half and do it again, watching his face while he came undone.
Zach reached for him.
“Don’t be greedy,” Micah said, batting Zach’s hand away and then pushing Zach’s shirt up even higher. “I like that kind of work, too.”
Micah leaned in and licked Zach’s nipple, flattening his tongue against it and then sucking hard enough to make Zach whimper. He was greedy, and he tugged his own shirt off before Micah could stop him, needing naked to happen now.
“Fine,” Micah said, laughing as he snatched the shirt out of Zach’s hands. “You get to do the shirt, but only because you’re too tall for me. And now you can get on the bed.”
Zach glanced down at himself. The bed? He wasn’t naked yet. The head of his too-hard cock was poking out of the top of his boxer briefs. They were bright turquoise. There was no way Micah could have missed them.
“Now, please,” Micah said, eyes glued to Zach’s cock.
“I thought you said naked, baby,” Zach said, palming himself. He did want to get on the bed, but he definitely wanted to be naked first.
Micah licked his lips, then pulled Zach’s hand away from his cock and pushed against his chest.
Bossy.
Sexy.
Fuckkkkkkkkkkk.
Zach sat down on the bed.
“I’m working on the naked part,” Micah said, giving him a hot smile. “Close your eyes for me.”
Zach laughed, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs hopefully. “You want me to close my eyes?”
“Mm-hmm,” Micah said, eyes back on Zach’s cock like he was speaking just to it. “It feels better with your eyes closed.”
“But I like watching you,” Zach whispered, pressing the heel of his hand against his cock again for a little relief, because… dammmmmnnnnnnnnnn.
It was so true.
The way Micah was staring at him was such a fucking turn-on, and with Micah’s breath starting to speed up and the licking, nibbling, sucking torture he was putting that pouty little mouth through, Zach wasn’t sure he could bear to close his eyes.
“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are, baby? How much seeing you like this turns me on?”
Micah crawled up onto the bed and straddled Zach, pushing him flat on his back.
“There’s more to life than seeing, Zach.”
He arched an eyebrow as he flexed his ass on top of Zach’s erection. Which… was… torture.
The very best kind.
“Now quit arguing and close your eyes,” Micah added, grinning down at him. “For me?”
Zach groaned. He wanted to give Micah what he wanted, but the way he was riding him made it hard to think of anything but fucking.
“You’re going to kill me,” Zach gasped, grabbing onto Micah’s hips and grinding up against him. “I need to be inside you.”
Micah moaned, and for a minute, Zach thought he might let Zach get away with taking charge again, but then Micah rolled off him, leaving Zach’s cock throbbing and painfully neglected. But not for long, thank Christ. Micah grabbed Zach’s discarded shirt from the side of the bed, tucking in the sleeves and then folding it into a long, skinny rectangle, and climbed back on top of him.
“Close your eyes,” he said again, grinning down at Zach and rocking his hips, the little tease. “Please?”
Zach closed his eyes. “So polite,” he murmured, pressing his cock up against the tight curve of Micah’s ass. “You know I’d do anything for you, baby.”
Micah leaned forward, and then Zach felt the soft material of the folded shirt cover his eyes as Micah kissed him, his deft hands tying the thin material into a knot behind Zach’s head and cutting his sight off completely.
“Jesus,” Zach hissed, his cock jerking hard. Micah’s breath was coming in short, hard little puffs as he tightened the makeshift blindfold and sat back up again. The sound filled Zach’s whole world, and when Micah rubbed himself over Zach’s throbbing shaft in a move too good not to have been deliberate, he groaned, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord.
Even with the blindfold on, the way Micah was grinding against him was making him see stars.
“It’s not kinky,” Micah said breathlessly, still grinding… rocking… making Zach crazy. “It’s just in case you try to peek. I want you to see how good it feels when you’re not distracted.”
Zach laughed. Groaned. Fucking wanted.
“Yeah, it is a little bit kinky, Micah,” he managed, sliding his hands up Micah’s thighs. And yes, without sight, every one of his remaining senses focused on the miracle happening to his cock. Christ almighty, he still had his underwear on and he was practically on the verge of coming.
“Okay, well, maybe a little bit,” Micah admitted, and Zach could definitely hear the smile in his voice. “But it will be fun. And oh my God, Zach, you’re so hot like this. It feels good, right? You’re not distracted, I can tell.”
“I’m pretty fucking distracted,” Zach said, groan-laughing again as Micah’s ass moved over his dick in a way that yessssssss, felt good. So good it might kill him. Not that he’d really mind going like this, but he’d much rather it be a few decades in the future.
“You’re not distracted, you’re just focused,” Micah said, scooting off Zach’s body.
The loss of contact made Zach groan for a whole different reason. If he didn’t get to look at Micah—one of his favorite parts about sex, if he was honest—then he was definitely going to need some skin-on-skin contact.
“Open your legs wider, okay, Zach?”
Zach did, and immediately felt the bed shift as Micah stretched himself out between his legs. Micah was right. Without the distraction of sight, Zach’s other senses felt hyper-focused on every move Micah made. Zach could feel the warmth of his body radiating against his calves… pressing against his inner thighs… and those busy, oh-so-capable hands moving over every inch of his skin like they owned it.
He groaned. It was the best kind of torture.
“Zach,” Micah whispered. “I really like this color.”
Zach laughed, but then Micah tugged his underwear down, pulling them all the way off, and—Jesus Jesus Jesus—his hot breath played over Zach’s cock. Right… there. But just breath.
It made him fucking whimper.
Zach dug his fingers into the mattress underneath him, willing himself not to come.
“Micah,” Zach groaned, his imagination running wild as he pictured those big eyes looking up at him… Micah’s pouty mouth opening around his cock… the way his lips would stretch wide and his face would flush as that pretty blond head bobbed between his legs.
Zach’s balls pulled up tight against his body, and it felt like the next puff of air would send him right over the edge. Fucking Christ, Micah hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already there.
And then Micah did touch him, but not the way Zach had been imagining. He pushed Zach’s thighs apart even further and nuzzled his face into the crease next to his balls, rubbing the roughness of his end-of-day stubble back and forth against the sensitive skin there.
So good.
Not enough.
An erotic tease that Zach wasn’t sure he could stand.
“Oh my God, you smell like sex. That’s so hot. I’m so hard right now, Zach, you don’t even know.”
Zach stuttered out a laugh. “Me, too.”
He could feel Micah’s smile against his skin, and the subtle motion sent a cascade of electric sparks through his entire body, setting off fireworks throughout every erogenous zone he had. Cool air fluttered across Zach’s hot skin as Micah inhaled—smelling him, which made Zach even fucking harder—and then Micah licked the crease at the top of his thigh, a long, smooth stroke that ended at his balls. Zach gritted his teeth, bunching the bedspread into his fists to keep from reaching for Micah. He was so damn horny that he’d give anything to fuck, bu
t at the same time, he never wanted the slow torture to end.
Micah pulled one of his balls into his mouth, surrounding it with a wet heat that Zach felt everywhere, and when he wrapped a hand around Zach’s cock, too—stroking it as he tugged and licked and sucked first one ball, and then the other—Zach gave in and begged.
“Please, baby,” he said, nothing existing for him in the darkness except Micah’s mouth and hands. “So good. I need to fuck you.”
Micah moaned, the vibration shooting through Zach’s balls and straight up his cock like some kind of erotic Taser.
And then Micah’s mouth followed the same path, popping off his balls and licking up his shaft and—finally— surrounding his aching cock with tight, wet, perfect heat. Just the head at first… teasing… tormenting… tasting… and then sucking him deeper. Stroking his length with tongue and hands and hot, panting breaths that slid up and down, over and over, wet and sloppy and greedy as hell.
Zach moaned, hips shaking as he tried not to thrust. He didn’t even realize his hands had moved until he felt Micah’s soft hair curling around his fingers.
Micah’s head bobbed up and down, taking him even deeper, and when Zach’s hands tightened—inadvertently pushing him harder—Micah moaned, too, long and low and oh God oh fuck vibrating so good around his cock. Zach could feel each pleasure like a separate, distinct, thing. The tight suction from Micah’s cheeks and the trembling tension pulsing through his throat and the relentless, knuckle-biting rhythm of his tongue as it played around the head of Zach’s cock, licking through his slit and circling around and around and around until Zach honestly didn’t think he could survive it.
Needed more of it.
Was about to be wrecked by it.
He jerked his hands away from Micah’s head, panting with the effort. He’d almost started pushing for more. Almost forgotten himself completely and just let himself fuck Micah’s mouth with abandon. His thighs were trembling, spread wide as Micah worked him over, and he grabbed onto the headboard to keep himself from doing just that.
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