by Lydia Nyx
“We need something,” Zane murmured, still trying to kiss Davey’s mouth as Davey drew away. “I don’t have…I didn’t…”
“I have some lube in my bag,” Davey said. “I’ll get it.”
“Prepared, are you?” Zane smiled as Davey crawled off the bed. Zane watched him walk, naked and glorious, over to his bag in a chair by the window.
“I’m always prepared.”
He returned with a small bottle. A faintly oily smell filled the air as Zane coated two of his fingers. He found Davey hot and tight inside, just like always. Zane kissed the back of his neck, tasting the tang of his sweat and listening to his soft gasps against the pillow.
After a minute, Zane slipped his fingers out and added more lube. He wanted Davey nice and slick and perfectly comfortable.
“I’m really gonna miss that,” Davey murmured. Then he gasped. “Oh.” A shudder passed through him as Zane reinserted his fingers. He lifted his hips from the bed.
Zane prepared him on his stomach, but he wanted to look at him during the actual sex. At Zane’s urging, Davey rolled over and drew his knees up. He found purchase with his heels above Zane’s hipbones. Davey took the lube and slicked Zane’s cock, hand over hand. Zane shivered and twitched, holding himself up on his arms. Davey gazed up at him, eyes wide and shimmering. Zane leaned down and kissed him passionately. Davey released his cock and tilted his hips up.
“I’m ready,” Davey whispered.
Zane thought he would die sliding in. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out. Davey held his breath, then let it out in a long, low moan when Zane pushed past the resistance and sunk fully into him.
“God,” Davey whispered. He hissed softly. “Ah!”
“Does it hurt?” Zane made himself hold still. He tried to stop the trembling already taking over his body.
“Just a little,” Davey said. “I’ll be all right. Go on.”
With a little adjusting, they found a comfortable position for both of them. Zane lowered himself onto Davey as much as he could, elbows on the bed, and started a slow rhythm. Davey wrapped his legs around Zane’s back, heels digging into the base of his spine. Zane wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to keep Davey there for as long as he could, feel him inside and out, cling to him, enclose him.
Davey’s breath came quick and shallow, punctuated by soft moans against Zane’s ear. Zane’s eyes burned and he had to squeeze them shut to keep the tears from falling. His arousal grew high and keen. He rode the pleasure for as long as he could, taking each thrust easy and slow, making love to Davey. At one point he stopped, just holding still inside him. Zane trembled. Davey moved his hands lazily over his back and shoulders.
“I love that,” Davey whispered. “When you get like this, when you can’t stop shaking.”
Once, Zane hated such vulnerability, but now he didn’t mind so much. He dropped his forehead against Davey’s sweaty shoulder and tried to calm down. His body wanted more, encouraging him to move again.
Davey lifted his hips. “Fuck me now Zane,” he whispered. “One more time.”
Zane obliged, kissing Davey hard, gripping the sheets beneath them. He accelerated the rhythm until he was pounding into Davey, fucking him into the bed, slamming the headboard against the wall. Davey moaned and shrieked into Zane’s mouth, Zane sucking fiercely at his tongue and lips. Davey dug his nails into Zane’s back, heels pushing down hard, forcing Zane in as deep as he could get.
Zane came after only a short time. Davey stroked Zane’s face as he shuddered, convulsing almost, flooding into Davey in a blinding rush of heat. Zane tried to hold back from yelling, but finally emitted a harsh, strangled shout.
“Zane.” Davey wrapped his arms around him.
Zane trembled violently, the spasms in his lower body ceaseless. He bit so hard into his lower lip the flesh throbbed.
“Oh yeah,” Davey said. “That’s a good one.”
Both of them were soaked with sweat. Davey groaned as Zane slid out of him. Wordlessly, Zane moved down his body. Davey hadn’t come yet.
“Zane…”
Davey gasped and gripped Zane’s hair as Zane plunged his mouth over him. Davey’s cock tasted tangy and was thick and solid, spreading Zane’s jaws. Gripping Davey’s hips, Zane bobbed his head, quick and insistent.
“Zane!” His voice sounded breathy and desperate. He pushed his feet against Zane’s sides. It didn’t take long. “Oh God! Yes! Coming!”
Davey came hard, writhing and jerking, and copiously enough Zane had to pull off or risk choking. Zane got an unexpected shot to the face before gaining the presence of mind to cup his hand over the head. He had to hold back a laugh, the intense emotion of the moment finally breaking like a giddy waterfall.
“God, you’re lovely,” Zane whispered and kissed Davey’s quivering thigh.
Afterward, Zane sat next to Davey, cleaning his face with his fingers.
“I think you got some in my hair,” Zane said.
“Sorry,” Davey said, not sounding the least bit apologetic.
Zane sucked his fingers clean. He liked the way Davey tasted. Zane flopped back on the pillows and they sprawled side by side, still panting.
“Damn,” Zane said.
“Yeah, damn.”
They were quiet for a while, slowly calming down.
“We won’t grow apart, will we?” Davey finally asked. He sought out Zane’s hand and laced his fingers through his. “Tell me we won’t.”
“You know I can’t promise that.” Zane squeezed his hand. “You know how life is. But we’ll try. We’ll try damn hard.”
Davey sighed, not a sound of sadness, just resignation. Zane rolled toward him and captured his lips. If these were the last moments, Zane would wring every ounce of passion from them and drink it down. He would keep the taste on his tongue to sustain him. At least for a while.
Davey drew back, smiling. “You’re something remarkable, you know that?”
“I’m glad you thought so.”
“I’m glad you looked past my pushiness and saw the real me.”
“I’m glad you pushed me, so I could see the real me.”
So had come an end and a beginning. The circle was complete, and they were in a huge bed again, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling, only they were different people now, and they belonged to each other.
***
Zane and Davey flew from Paris to New York, then from New York to Los Angeles. This meant their last hours together were spent enduring the hellish, mind-numbing haul of a trans-oceanic, and then trans-continental flight. Zane had no end to look forward to either: as soon as he arrived in Los Angeles, he had to pick up another flight to Seattle, to meet with Saul’s director friend. He spent most of the two long flights, when he wasn’t sleeping or complaining, getting his resume together.
Ian came to pick Davey up at the airport in Los Angeles. Davey planned to stop by his apartment, get his own car, and drive up to San Francisco to meet Troy. Despite their promises to keep in touch, and all the emotion of their last days together, Zane couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever see Davey again. Long distance relationships were normal in the movie business, but failed in as great a number as they occurred. Soon, Zane would be in another place with new friends, having new experiences, and the last three months would fade. Such things had happened before. Relationships were forgotten, feelings dulled.
Despite this knowledge, walking through the airport Zane’s legs felt like lead, and not because he was tired. Ian and Davey followed him to his bag checkin for Seattle, and then to the security gate where they stopped to say their goodbyes.
Davey checked his watch. “I don’t envy you, getting on another damn plane.”
Zane and Ian stood side by side, hands in their pockets. Zane took Davey in one last time: jeans, faded gray t-shirt, suede coat, his hair resting soft on his shoulders — he still looked good, despite the grueling trip. His beautiful blue eyes shone under the fluorescent lights.
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��God, look at you guys.” Davey held his arms out to both of them. “Who kicked your puppies?”
They both embraced him, Ian pressing his face against Davey’s shoulder and Zane burying his nose in his hair, breathing him in one last time.
Davey stroked Zane’s hair and chuckled softly. “Big babies.” When he drew back though, his eyes were bright and he sniffed.
Never one to hide his emotions, tears streaked down Ian’s face. He wiped at them, sniffling. Zane blinked hard to keep his in check and Davey smiled softly at him.
“I promise, this is not the last time you’ll see me,” Davey said. “I’m like an infectious disease, I keep coming back.”
Ian laughed wetly. “I better see you again too. Or I’ll hunt you down.”
“You will,” Davey said. “Take care of Zane, all right? He’s not as tough as he acts.”
“Oh, I know that.” Ian wiped at his eyes with a trembling hand. “I know that.”
Davey turned to Zane and took both his hands, clasping them. Zane drew a shaky breath.
“You have all my contact information,” Davey said.
Zane nodded. “Yes.” He bit his lower lip, trying to keep it from quivering. Davey had given him every possible way to get in touch with him — address, email, cell phone, land line, even Troy’s number.
Davey stepped in and gave Zane a quick kiss on the cheek. He whispered, “I love you.”
Zane nuzzled him gently and choked out, “I love you too.”
Davey pulled his hands away slowly, and it felt as if someone had inserted a hook in Zane’s gut and was dragging his insides out. When Davey let go, his heart dropped into his stomach.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Davey said. “Well — I tried to tell you, but you didn’t wanna talk at the time. I have another job. We need more money for the line, so I decided to work on one more movie.”
Zane wiped at his eyes and sniffed. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Davey smiled. “Saul pretty much recycled his crew for his friend. I’ll see you in about a week.”
Zane stared at him.
“I’m the key costumer,” Davey said. “You better work hard to get that assistant director position.”
Zane thought the long trip made him hallucinate the words, but after staring at Davey for another stunned moment, Davey smiled wider and nodded.
“You fucking asshole,” Zane said, but he laughed.
“I guess I will be seeing you again then,” Ian said and put an arm around Zane’s shoulders. “When I come visit Zane on the set!”
Zane stepped forward and pulled Davey into his arms, even though he kind of wanted to punch him. Davey clung to him; Zane locked his arms tight around him in return.
Davey whispered against Zane’s ear, “I’ll see you soon.”
Zane didn’t want to let him go, but parting came easier this time. As Zane stepped toward the security gate, he remembered something.
“Oh!” Zane said. He pushed a hand into his jacket pocket. Davey arched an eyebrow.
Zane drew out a key and tossed it to him; Davey caught it, smiling.
“Anytime you want,” Zane said.
“Come on,” Ian said, tugging on Davey’s arm. “It’s better if you don’t watch him leave.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” Davey said, walking backwards as Ian pulled him. He put a hand over his heart, gazing at Zane. “He’s right here.”
Zane put a hand over his heart as well, smiling. “Right here,” he whispered.
