hard, his skin lit by the glow of the computer screen. “Better now?” Becoming Us - 37
Oh, yeah . Yeah, that was good. Zac almost fell over as he stepped out of his clothes; he was more interested in sliding his hands over Bryce’s hips, thumbs trailing in to brush the tight, dark curls at the base of Bryce’s dick. Bryce had a really nice dick. Getting a look at it hard was all Zac needed to confirm what he’d felt when they’d rubbed off on each other. Zac wasn’t a size queen, but he really did like something substantial and, God, Bryce was substantial and then some.
Bryce leaned in to place a kiss that was half bite on the curve of Zac’s neck, both hands on Zac’s shoulders to keep him close. The touches were making him shiver and he was pushing his hips into Zac’s hands. So fucking hot .
“Yeah,” Zac murmured again. “God, Bryce...” He curled his hands over Bryce’s ass, pulling Bryce closer, so their dicks slid against each other.
Bryce whimpered a little at that, but he got one hand on Zac’s hip and one at his nape, tilting Zac’s head so he could kiss and lick and bite Zac’s neck. He was surprisingly easy, and he obviously wanted Zac, far more than his behavior lately would have suggested. Zac couldn't make sense of that, didn't want to.
“Zac,” Bryce whispered. “Just... God, Zac. Just tell me...”
“Bed.” Bed would make it easier to touch, and Zac really wanted to touch. “I want... God, Bryce, you feel so good. I just want to touch you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Bryce crawled backward into bed, sprawling out, and reached for Zac. “Come touch me. I wanna feel it.”
Zac just looked at Bryce for a moment. Bryce was tall and broad, powerfully built, and his dark curls and tanned skin made him look so hot. Zac crawled up onto the bed beside Bryce and cupped his cheek to kiss him again.
Bryce kissed him back hard, running his hands over Zac’s chest. “Why?” he whispered when he pulled back. “I mean, why tonight?” He didn’t stop touching, brushing Zac’s nipples with his fingertips. “Are you okay?”
Why tonight? Why not every other night? Zac ran his hand from Bryce’s shoulder to his hip and said, honestly, “I’ve been wanting to since last time. I just... I didn’t want to push.”
“Oh.” The touch made Bryce shiver and his eyes were wide with surprise. “I...” He leaned up to kiss Zac tenderly. “I was just worried you were upset about something.”
“No. I just... Blowing off steam, you know?” Zac’s fingers traced delicate patterns over Bryce’s hip. “The party I went to tonight was shit, though. Those fuckers on the baseball team started something with the soccer goalie -- you know Jeff, right? And so the whole soccer team ended up in some kind of crazy fistfight with the baseball team, and I kinda gave up, and came back here.”
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“Okay.” Bryce’s arousal hadn’t faded a bit while they were talking, even though his attention was on Zac’s words. He could be really sweet when he wanted to be. “As long as no one pissed you off or anything. I’d hate to have to go hit someone.” Zac laughed; he liked that Bryce wanted to take care of him. “Nah, man, they all know my boyfriend’d come beat ‘em up for me,” he teased, moving to kneel over Bryce’s legs. He slid his hands up Bryce’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin and muscles under his palms. God, Bryce looked so good. Zac was giddy with getting what he wanted.
“I would, too.” There was a sudden flare of heat in Bryce’s eyes, something protective and angry, and a ripple of tension went through him. He pushed himself up on one arm, cupping Zac’s cheek in the other hand and kissing Zac fiercely.
Oh . Zac opened up to the kiss. Bryce was so easy-going, it was easy to forget that he could get riled up. Zac was always startled by Bryce’s protective streak, even if it was pretty consistent.
Knowing that Bryce would get in a fight over him was... such
Oh, yeah . Yeah, that was good. Zac almost fell over as he stepped out of his clothes; he was more interested in sliding his hands over Bryce’s hips, thumbs trailing in to brush the tight, dark curls at the base of Bryce’s dick. Bryce had a really nice dick. Getting a look at it hard was all Zac needed to confirm what he’d felt when they’d rubbed off on each other. Zac wasn’t a size queen, but he really did like something substantial and, God, Bryce was substantial and then some.
Bryce leaned in to place a kiss that was half bite on the curve of Zac’s neck, both hands on Zac’s shoulders to keep him close. The touches were making him shiver and he was pushing his hips into Zac’s hands. So fucking hot .
“Yeah,” Zac murmured again. “God, Bryce...” He curled his hands over Bryce’s ass, pulling Bryce closer, so their dicks slid against each other.
Bryce whimpered a little at that, but he got one hand on Zac’s hip and one at his nape, tilting Zac’s head so he could kiss and lick and bite Zac’s neck. He was surprisingly easy, and he obviously wanted Zac, far more than his behavior lately would have suggested. Zac couldn't make sense of that, didn't want to.
“Zac,” Bryce whispered. “Just... God, Zac. Just tell me...”
“Bed.” Bed would make it easier to touch, and Zac really wanted to touch. “I want... God, Bryce, you feel so good. I just want to touch you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Bryce crawled backward into bed, sprawling out, and reached for Zac. “Come touch me. I wanna feel it.”
Zac just looked at Bryce for a moment. Bryce was tall and broad, powerfully built, and his dark curls and tanned skin made him look so hot. Zac crawled up onto the bed beside Bryce and cupped his cheek to kiss him again.
Bryce kissed him back hard, running his hands over Zac’s chest. “Why?” he whispered when he pulled back. “I mean, why tonight?” He didn’t stop touching, brushing Zac’s nipples with his fingertips. “Are you okay?”
Why tonight? Why not every other night? Zac ran his hand from Bryce’s shoulder to his hip and said, honestly, “I’ve been wanting to since last time. I just... I didn’t want to push.”
“Oh.” The touch made Bryce shiver and his eyes were wide with surprise. “I...” He leaned up to kiss Zac tenderly. “I was just worried you were upset about something.”
“No. I just... Blowing off steam, you know?” Zac’s fingers traced delicate patterns over Bryce’s hip. “The party I went to tonight was shit, though. Those fuckers on the baseball team started something with the soccer goalie -- you know Jeff, right? And so the whole soccer team ended up in some kind of crazy fistfight with the baseball team, and I kinda gave up, and came back here.”
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“Okay.” Bryce’s arousal hadn’t faded a bit while they were talking, even though his attention was on Zac’s words. He could be really sweet when he wanted to be. “As long as no one pissed you off or anything. I’d hate to have to go hit someone.” Zac laughed; he liked that Bryce wanted to take care of him. “Nah, man, they all know my boyfriend’d come beat ‘em up for me,” he teased, moving to kneel over Bryce’s legs. He slid his hands up Bryce’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin and muscles under his palms. God, Bryce looked so good. Zac was giddy with getting what he wanted.
“I would, too.” There was a sudden flare of heat in Bryce’s eyes, something protective and angry, and a ripple of tension went through him. He pushed himself up on one arm, cupping Zac’s cheek in the other hand and kissing Zac fiercely.
Oh . Zac opened up to the kiss. Bryce was so easy-going, it was easy to forget that he could get riled up. Zac was always startled by Bryce’s protective streak, even if it was pretty consistent.
Knowing that Bryce would get in a fight over him was... such
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