Colton
Colton watched Zach bound up the switchback stairs, his attention riveted on the lean, wiry torso. Zach had taken off his shirt in front of Colton before, but this had been almost a striptease. The guy knew how to push Colton’s buttons.
It occurred to him as he scooped up the shirt that he had no idea what Zach liked sexually. He hoped he wanted to get fucked, because Colton had jerked off more than a few times thinking of being balls-deep and pounding hard.
Of course, that stereotyped Zach as a twink bottom. Maybe the guy was a total top. He didn’t give off that vibe, but stranger shit had happened.
“Guard,” he said to Barley, and pointed toward the door. His dog barked once, and Colton rubbed his sides. “Good boy. I gotta keep Zach safe, but Lord help me, I need to get naked and shoot a few loads too.”
Barley cocked his head and Colton laughed. “Now I’m using my dog as a sex therapist.”
He checked the water bowl, made sure none of the lights were on, and grabbed a candle and matchbook. As he headed upstairs, his heart pounded so hard he hoped it didn’t burst through his chest like that alien creature.
The long summer day was almost over when he reached his bedroom. He had enough light to see Zach’s clothes were littered across the floor. One of the two beds had been made and Zach had set condoms and lube next to the mattress. Someone was getting fucked.
He set the candle down and pulled his shirt off. As he unbuttoned his jeans, Colton’s dick was harder than he ever remembered. Quick as he could, he yanked off his boots, peeled off his socks, shucked his pants and boxers in one move, and retrieved the candle.
The water was running in the near pitch-dark bathroom. He pulled the door mostly closed and lit the wick.
“Thank God,” Zach whispered. “I remembered you told me not to turn on the lights, but I wasn’t sure how this would work.”
The light from the small flame didn’t extend far, but it was enough. Colton saw movement and knew basically where Zach stood. Putting the candle on the floor by the shower, he pulled the door back and stepped into the wide space. How fucking hot was this—his first shower in his new house was with the guy he was beginning to believe was his Mr. Right.
Zach’s hair was slicked back, and water ran down his smooth, taut body. He’d never seen anything so beautiful—like rain running down a marble statue—and he felt his need, like a hard tug in the pit of his belly. Zach’s long, muscular legs ran up to the tight ass. Colton had fantasized about seeing that sweet backside all bare, but the reality? Damn. Jutting out from between narrow hips, Zach’s dick was at attention. Fuck a duck, the guy had nothing to be ashamed of there either. He was a lucky, lucky man.
“Wow, honey. You might be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
Zach’s breath hitched and he stepped closer. “Youarethe most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It might make me soundcheap, but goddamn, I want you to fuck me every way we can think of.”
He felt those words like he’d brushed against an electric fence. “Cheap? Not even a little.” He licked his lips, moving them deeper into the steam, letting it envelop them. This was a dream, and he let it loosen his tongue. “You’re a hot, sexy man who has needs, just like me. I don’t know that I can fuck youeveryway I can think of, but I can try more than a couple.”
Zach reached out and tentatively put his hands on Colton’s chest. He ran his graceful fingers over the muscles, and Colton’s nipples tightened from the touch.
Damn, Zach made him shiver, goosepimple right up.
“What song are you playing?” he asked.
Zach never stopped. “Puccini’s ‘Vissi D’arte’.”
The words sounded as silky and erotic as those fingers felt on his body. Zach scooted closer until their cocks pressed together, balls to tip. He sucked in a breath as their gazes locked, and he swore he could see Zach’s fucking soul. By sheer force of will, he pulled back from the edge. He’d never had a hair trigger before, but he hadn’t lied when he said Zach was the hottest man he’d ever been with. As badly as he wanted to shoot, he didn’t want to waste his first orgasm like that.
He wanted this to be something he’d remember when he was old and gray. “Honey, we gotta hurry and get clean, so I can lay you down and love on you.”
Stretching, Zach pressed his lips softly to Colton’s, and they shared breath a second. “Anywhere I’m naked with you is a proper place to get busy. I wish you could push me up against the wall and fuck me now.”
The visual was so clear it had Colton gasping for air. “Shit, Zach, that isn’t helping to calm me down.”
“Then you’d better take me now.” Zach stepped back under the spray, flipped the water from his hair back and turned around to present Colton his ass.
His eyes went so wide they pulled at the corners. “Just like this? No lube or condom?”
“I’ve never let anyone fuck me without a condom except the first guy I was with when I was sixteen. I’ve been tested five times since then. Unless you think we shouldn’t, I can’t think of anything hotter than you shooting inside me right here.”
Well, he’d be goddamned.
And also, fuck yes.
Zach pumped body wash onto his hand and ran it up and down his crack. The candle didn’t give off enough light, but Colton was sure from the way Zach moaned, he’d slid a finger inside himself. Another second, and Zach leaned back and pressed his ass against Colton’s way too hard dick. Zach’s ass cheeks slipped up and down his shaft, tempting him, setting brushfires in his fucking soul, and good idea or bad, Colton decided it was time.
