more after that, and he’d kept his hands to himself.
“Bryce...”
Bryce stopped and turned to see Zac’s face. “What’s wrong?” His computer screen was on a dark screensaver with little fireworks, but there was enough light to see by, and Zac could see the worry on his face. He looked so good -- eyes dark and soft, cheeks warm from sleeping, and his lips full and kissable.
“I don’t want to sleep, Bryce.” Zac hadn’t gotten this far with Bryce by lying to him. “I want you .”
“Oh.” Bryce swallowed hard as that sank in, and then he nodded. His cheeks went deep red, a contrast Zac could see even in the low light. “It’s not that I don’t want... I don’t know, Zac...” He could look really innocent sometimes.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Zac said, feeling guilty about the worried look on Bryce’s face. “I just... I wanted to kiss you again.” He wanted more than that, too, but if a kiss was all Bryce was ready for, it would be enough. Last time had started with kisses, too.
Zac stepped in again, hands against Bryce’s warm, bare skin, and stood up on his toes to get what he wanted.
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“Oh.” Bryce looked uncertain, but then he kissed Zac sweetly, gathering Zac up against his bare chest. The kiss didn’t stay sweet. Maybe Bryce just needed to change gears and had a kind of sticky clutch when it came to this stuff; Zac could deal. It wasn’t more than a few heartbeats before Bryce was kissing him hot and hungry, the way he had the first time.
Bryce was a really good kisser. Zac couldn’t help the little wanting noises he made, or the way his hands slid over Bryce’s bare chest and back. It felt so good to get his hands on someone he wanted like he wanted Bryce. He kissed Bryce back hard, letting Bryce feel how much Zac wanted him.
Bryce got his hands up under Zac’s shirt and moaned. He pulled Zac close, losing his inhibitions and waking up a little at the same time; he was already getting hard. There wasn’t any question that he wanted Zac, too. No need to feel guilty.
“Like that, yeah,” Zac murmured, before going back for another kiss. Bryce’s hands slid further up until Zac’s shirt was bunched up around his chest. Zac was trying to get closer, pressing his bared skin to Bryce’s, when Bryce pulled away from kissing him.
“What, are you...” Zac tried to pull himself together to work out what was wrong, fumbling through the haze of alcohol to remember what, if anything, had upset Bryce last time. Before he could get his thoughts together, his shirt was being peeled off over his head and his body was helping Bryce get it off with automatic motions. “Oh, good idea.” He’d much rather be out of his clothes. And, God, Bryce was only in those thin boxers and... as soon as the shirt was gone, Bryce was kissing him again.
All Zac wanted was to feel good, to feel more than good, to feel it with Bryce like before. Last time, sticky pants; he remembered that. Pants gone would fix that. He worked his hands between them and reminded himself not to tug down Bryce’s boxers, to concentrate on his own pants instead. Oh, God, he loved how Bryce kissed and the feel of Bryce’s big arms around him. Zac could hardly think, but he got his jeans and boxers down around his knees at last. Now, he had to push away from Bryce’s warm body to strip the rest of the way.
“Zac?” Bryce sounded so sweetly baffled, but he let Zac go. “What’s wrong?” Zac managed to focus on Bryce; the only thing wrong with this scene was the thin cotton keeping him from seeing Bryce naked.
“You, too,” Zac said, as he fought his way out of the maze of his jeans and boxers and socks. It was a good idea. Best idea ever. Bryce needed to be naked so that Zac could look at him and so that they didn’t end up coming in their pants again.
Bryce slid his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and stripped them off, standing in front of Zac bare and
“Bryce...”
Bryce stopped and turned to see Zac’s face. “What’s wrong?” His computer screen was on a dark screensaver with little fireworks, but there was enough light to see by, and Zac could see the worry on his face. He looked so good -- eyes dark and soft, cheeks warm from sleeping, and his lips full and kissable.
“I don’t want to sleep, Bryce.” Zac hadn’t gotten this far with Bryce by lying to him. “I want you .”
“Oh.” Bryce swallowed hard as that sank in, and then he nodded. His cheeks went deep red, a contrast Zac could see even in the low light. “It’s not that I don’t want... I don’t know, Zac...” He could look really innocent sometimes.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Zac said, feeling guilty about the worried look on Bryce’s face. “I just... I wanted to kiss you again.” He wanted more than that, too, but if a kiss was all Bryce was ready for, it would be enough. Last time had started with kisses, too.
Zac stepped in again, hands against Bryce’s warm, bare skin, and stood up on his toes to get what he wanted.
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“Oh.” Bryce looked uncertain, but then he kissed Zac sweetly, gathering Zac up against his bare chest. The kiss didn’t stay sweet. Maybe Bryce just needed to change gears and had a kind of sticky clutch when it came to this stuff; Zac could deal. It wasn’t more than a few heartbeats before Bryce was kissing him hot and hungry, the way he had the first time.
Bryce was a really good kisser. Zac couldn’t help the little wanting noises he made, or the way his hands slid over Bryce’s bare chest and back. It felt so good to get his hands on someone he wanted like he wanted Bryce. He kissed Bryce back hard, letting Bryce feel how much Zac wanted him.
Bryce got his hands up under Zac’s shirt and moaned. He pulled Zac close, losing his inhibitions and waking up a little at the same time; he was already getting hard. There wasn’t any question that he wanted Zac, too. No need to feel guilty.
“Like that, yeah,” Zac murmured, before going back for another kiss. Bryce’s hands slid further up until Zac’s shirt was bunched up around his chest. Zac was trying to get closer, pressing his bared skin to Bryce’s, when Bryce pulled away from kissing him.
“What, are you...” Zac tried to pull himself together to work out what was wrong, fumbling through the haze of alcohol to remember what, if anything, had upset Bryce last time. Before he could get his thoughts together, his shirt was being peeled off over his head and his body was helping Bryce get it off with automatic motions. “Oh, good idea.” He’d much rather be out of his clothes. And, God, Bryce was only in those thin boxers and... as soon as the shirt was gone, Bryce was kissing him again.
All Zac wanted was to feel good, to feel more than good, to feel it with Bryce like before. Last time, sticky pants; he remembered that. Pants gone would fix that. He worked his hands between them and reminded himself not to tug down Bryce’s boxers, to concentrate on his own pants instead. Oh, God, he loved how Bryce kissed and the feel of Bryce’s big arms around him. Zac could hardly think, but he got his jeans and boxers down around his knees at last. Now, he had to push away from Bryce’s warm body to strip the rest of the way.
“Zac?” Bryce sounded so sweetly baffled, but he let Zac go. “What’s wrong?” Zac managed to focus on Bryce; the only thing wrong with this scene was the thin cotton keeping him from seeing Bryce naked.
“You, too,” Zac said, as he fought his way out of the maze of his jeans and boxers and socks. It was a good idea. Best idea ever. Bryce needed to be naked so that Zac could look at him and so that they didn’t end up coming in their pants again.
Bryce slid his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and stripped them off, standing in front of Zac bare and
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