Page 26 of Delay of Game

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“I, uh, forgot to take them...” Nate said, his voice rubbed a little raw even though Zach had been unbearably gentle.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Zach said, tugging them down so eagerly Nate forgot to be self-conscious about what he looked like, just hitched his hips up to help it along. Zach stared down at him with a weird, fierce expression that Nate couldn’t interpret, one hand stroking across Nate’s chest, thumb flicking over his nipple.

“Was it—was I okay?”

“Were you—Jesus, Nate, you were...yes.”

“Okay, I just—”

“Nate? Baby? Shut up. Just let me do this.”

“I—oh, fuck, Zach,” he cried, the air punched out of the lungs when Zach, who’d been stroking his chest and abs soothingly, leaned forward and kissed the inside of his thigh, a shockingly sensitive spot, then sucked a harder, almost bruising bite against it. Kept doing it, his mouth attacking Nate’s thighs and then the line where his leg met his hip, the V-line below his abs, and then his stomach, until Nate was writhing under him, his dick so hard it was almost painful, leaving a little glistening streak against his skin whenever it touched.

Relief—he needed some kind of—he was about to wrap his hand around himself when Zach took his wrist gently in his fingers and said, “No.”

“What?”

“I wanna do it, baby.”

“Well, would youplease—” He could feel Zach grinning against his stomach and yelped when Zach’s tongue licked the sticky spot from his skin.

“Okay, okay.”

He’s done this before, Nate thought nonsensically, when Zach leaned forward and teased his tongue around the head of Nate’s dick, pressed against the underside of the crown, before he took him down to the root in one smooth movement. It was almost too much. The wet suction was a lot, but seeing Zach’s eyes, looking up at Nate through his eyelashes, feeling Zach’s beard rub against his already sensitive thighs, it was too much. There was no way he was going to be able to last very long, even though he wanted to, even though he wanted to enjoy every second of it, he was already so—

Zach sucked really hard on the head and Nate felt the sensation like electric shocks all over his body.

“Fuck, Zach,please.”

His hands fumbled over Zach’s head, over his shoulders, over every part of him he could reach. His muscles, shifting to support his weight, warm under Nate’s hands. The thick hair, easy to twist his fingers in and tug. And then all he could think about was the wet heat of Zach’s mouth, how good it felt, how much hewanted—

It was almost a surprise when he came, shocked out of his body by Zach doing something particularly tricky with his tongue and pressing his thumb against the rim of Nate’s hole, an orgasm that felt like it’d been punched out of him.

He lay there, panting, completely dumb and unable to recover the last shreds of conscious thought he’d had remaining, while Zach looked down at him with that strange mixture of fondness and worry.

Nate wanted to say something to him, wanted to tell him he wasn’t gonna regret it in the morning, but before he could wrap his brain around the words, he fell asleep like that, lulled into it by the way Zach draped himself back over Nate’s body, kissing him, murmuring almost wordlessly into his ear, hands soothing against his sweaty skin.

Three things occurred to Zach as he lurched into wakefulness.

First: he had the kind of headache that felt like someone jamming an ice pick into your ear.

Second: he was naked.

Third: he was definitely not in his own bed.

He sat up, or tried to, and ended up tumbling off the couch and onto the floor, tangled in a blanket.

“Uhh...dude, you okay?”

Nate. He was in Nate’s house. It smelled like toast and butter frying, and someone had put a blanket over him in the middle of the night.

Just like that, everything that happened last night flashed behind his eyes like you usually only saw in movie montages. Going out with the intention of getting Nate laid. Well. He hadn’t been lying about his intentions. New Zach did keep his promises, even if that wasn’t the way he’d expected to do it.

He looked up from his vantage point on the hardwood floor. While Zach would normally have tried not to stare, things had taken an unpredictable turn. He’d woken up naked on a lot of peoples’ floors, but none of them were Nate’s.

Nate, who was in the kitchen, at the stove. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and Zach could see the flush that turned his entire face red on his neck and chest too. He wished he hadn’t learned last night exactly how Nate looked when he blushed down his whole body. He wished he didn’t still have the urge to darken it.

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