Page 58 of Delay of Game

By the time he was finished working Nate over, he was aching himself from the sheer force of will it took to hold himself back. He had to take a minute to collect himself, panting, sweat trickling down his temples, planning his next move as carefully as he’d consider a face-off.

“Zach, please,” Nate said finally, “I can’t...come on—” and Zach decided to take pity on him.

“Don’t move,” he said, again, and scrambled up Nate’s body to kiss him. It was a sexy kiss, sure, but there was also something that would have freaked out the Zach of only a few months ago. Nate kissed back like he was drowning, like he wanted more than anything to reach out and touch Zach, but Zach had asked him not to. All of that frustrated yearning and desire was just in the way his mouth clashed against Zach’s and his lips opened and yielded and Zach thought, smugly,he likes it.

The joke was on him because by the time he had found a condom and carefully rolled it down on Nate, stroked his lubed-up hand along after it, manfully ignoring the noises that drew out of him, he was having a hard time forming thoughts in sentences, let alone keeping his shit together. So maybe this wasn’t going to go as long as he’d originally planned.

But Nate was fucking losing it, way worse than Zach was, and he thought he would maybe remember the desperation in his voice for the rest of his life, so that was fine.

This was all fine, completely normal.

Nate was a big guy, all over, and so when Zach lowered himself down it took him a minute or two to get used to it. It wasn’t like he was anamateuror anything, it wasn’t like he didn’t love it, it just still took a minute, especially because he hadn’t felt patient enough to really take the time he needed to prepare himself beforehand. And it didn’t make it any easier when Nate was vibrating out of his skin with the need tomoveand the desperate desire not to, just to make Zach happy.

All of that muscle and energy and strength, restrained underneath him. Well. Inside of him. They lay frozen like that, Zach draped over Nate, Nate trembling under him, for long enough that Zach kind of lost track of time.

And then he got his bearings, and shifted around, and Nate cried out wordlessly, and Zach said, “Okay, baby, it’s okay, I—I’m gonna—”

It was like other times they’d fucked, but it wasn’t. There was something darker, more desperate about it, Nate’s arms shaking with the effort to hold them up, the blindfold damp with sweat, the heat of everywhere Zach’s body met Nate’s. The way he could shift to get the angle just right, Nate driving into him, the way it lit him up inside.

Finally he couldn’t bear it anymore and he pulled the tie up, exposing Nate’s eyes.

They were so wide and so blue and so fathomless, like, Zach didn’t even know, like deep open water, and he was staring up at Zach like Zach was the only person in the universe, and Zach thought,oh no, don’t say it, no. “Nate, I—”don’tSAYit, “You can take your hands down, come on, you gotta touch me,” and Nate’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down into a messy kiss and without pulling out, rolled Zach over into the bed so that the weight of his body was heavy on top.

“What?” Nate panted, his hand wrapped around Zach’s dick, so Zach could feel every callus on his palm and fingers, “What should I do?”

“Fuck me,” Zach said, and dug his fingers hard into the knot of muscle at Nate’s shoulder. “Hard. Harder.”

Nate did what he was told, slamming his hips up against Zach’s body. The sensation was insane; Zach was already teetering on the edge and the desperate force of Nate’s thrusts almost ended him right there. Nate’s face was crazed, flushed red, sweaty, his eyes unfocused.

“Is this—good? Am I—”

“You’re good, baby,” Zach said, desperately trying to regain control of the situation, even while Nate was moving, equally desperate, totally arrhythmic, even while they were both completely lost, “you’re so good, you’re my—fuck, you’re fucking everything—”

Nate buried his face in the crook of Zach’s neck where it sloped down into his shoulder, and came. And Zach, because he was fucking pathetic, didn’t last even ten seconds after that, the feeling of Nate pulsing inside of him pushing him right over the edge of the cliff.

They didn’t move for what seemed like a long time, long enough that Zach thought Nate might have fallen asleep.

“Buddy,” he whispered, after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Just checking to see if you’re up,” Zach said, nudging him with his elbow. Nate’s entire body weight was still on him. It would have been uncomfortable if it wasn’t so fucking comforting. People paid a lot of money for weighted blankets, but Zach was dating one.

“Yeah, I’m...” Nate propped himself up on his elbow and winced. The circulation probably still wasn’t normal, and Zach felt a tiny twinge of regret. “Where the fuck didthatcome from?”

“I wanted to—do something special for you, dude, I dunno. I mean, you liked it, right?”

Nate’s eyes were still wide, bemused, his eyelashes stained darker from the tears that had been leaking out of them. He looked at Zach like they were speaking different languages. Maybe they were. His fingers reached out to brush a damp curl away from Zach’s forehead before he realized what he was doing and pulled them back. “I—yeah. It was something. You’re—something.”

Zach shoved Nate off of him and rolled into a sitting position, wincing a little. “So I’ve been told.”

“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. We’ve got a six-o’clock flight tomorrow.”

Zach groaned theatrically, but still had the time to slap Nate on the ass when he got out of the bed.

Some things, romance or not, would never change.

February rolled onward.

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