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Javier closed his eyes as Zach’s mouth covered his, held on tight to him as they rolled together, reversing their positions. Now Zach braced himself above him on the bed, his green eyes searching Javier’s face for just a moment. Was he looking for second thoughts? Regrets? He wouldn’t find them. Even if this was just for the night, Javier wasn’t going to regret it.
Slowly, Zach slid down Javier’s body, his lips seeking out all the ticklish, erogenous spots that, damn him, he hadn’t forgotten. His ribs, his side, the L-shaped ridge of muscle over his hip, Zach hit them all, until Javier was writhing, panting, clutching at Zach’s hair and trying really damn hard not to push him down to where he needed him to be. His patience was rewarded when Zach sucked the tip of Javier’s cock into his mouth. Where Javier prided himself on his slow, thorough technique, Zach used a flat out assault. His tongue was everywhere, fluttering up and down Javier’s shaft as he took him deep in his throat.
Having been with no one but his own hand in a couple of years, Javier couldn’t pretend he’d be able to hold out. He threaded his fingers through Zach’s hair and gently tugged. “Wait. Wait,” he panted. “Fuck me.”
Groaning, Zach lifted his head. He felt around the bed for the box of condoms, fished one out and tore it open. He sheathed himself quickly with one hand.
“How do you do that?” Javier asked with a shaky laugh, unable to tear his gaze from Zach’s tall, hard erection.
“Pro-Am,” Zach said proudly, and then he laughed, too, pumping some lube onto his hand. One slick finger worked into the cleft of Javier’s ass, seeking him out. He lifted his hips, his breath held as Zach circled the tight aperture. When his fingertip dipped inside, Javier’s throat went dry in anticipation and a little trepidation. Zach had always been a considerate and gentle guy in bed… but it had been a long time.
“Hey, relax,” Zach whispered, a lop-sided grin breaking across his face. “What are you so nervous about?”
What was he nervous about? Javier could name about a hundred options. Everything had to be perfect. He wanted Zach to remember what it had been like between them when things had been good. Not just the sex, though he wanted that to be perfect, too. He wanted Zach to remember the closeness, the feeling of being safe together. It was what had made their relationship so strong, and so damned hot.
Zach took his time, stretching and massaging with one hand, while the other hand and his mouth did wicked things to Javier’s cock, things that made him buck his hips and moan words that came out on autopilot. When Zach finally rose over him, slicking a palm-full of lube down his sheathed erection, Javier felt as out of breath as if he’d just been on a hard run. Like running from second to home, he thought, and that made him want to laugh, because the terminology was so fucking apt.
The head of Zach’s cock pushed against Javier’s ass, and he scooted back, making Zach follow him until they were both comfortably in the middle of the bed.
“Like this?” Javier asked, pulling his knees up.
Zach covered him with his body, guiding his erection back to the slick, lubed heat between Javier’s cheeks. “Yeah, I want to see your face.” Zach’s voice was low and rough, and Javier’s stomach clenched at the naked desire he heard there.
Slowly, Zach pushed forward, and Javier welcomed him in, past the stinging resistance, past the cold chills that raced down his sides. Zach went carefully, pausing in his progress to ask if Javier was okay, if it felt good.
Did it feel good? Better than ice water on a hot day. Better than comfortable shoes or clean sheets. Better than anything Javier had felt in a long time. Since he’d last been with Zach, actually. When he sank in all the way, when he flexed that long, hard cock deep inside, Javier decided that nothing on earth felt better than being fucked by Zach, and he considered himself damned lucky to have the experience again.
Zach pulled back with agonizing slowness, setting every nerve ending in Javier’s body on fire. When just the tip remained inside, Zach stroked forward again, pausing to groan and arch his back once he’d gone as far as he could go. A visible shiver went through him, and Javier smiled to himself. He would remember that picture for a long, long time, Zach poised above him, his cock deep inside him, eyes squeezed shut tight in pleasure that so closely resembled pain.
With a trembling hand, Javier reached down and gripped his own shaft. Zach’s gaze fixed on Javier’s hand, and he murmured, “Oh god, I could watch you do that all day.”
