Page 51 of New Year

Nat’s heart surged with affection. He grasped Zack’s cock at the base and began to lightly jack him, while he studied every flicker in Zack’s wide, intensely blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to look right into Nat’s soul and liked what they saw there, even when Nat didn’t like himself very much. Zack saw something no one else had before, and he needed to hold onto that for as long as possible.

As much as he hated breaking eye contact, Nat was desperate to taste Zack. He licked the crown of Zack’s cock, putting the first hint of Zack’s essence on his tongue. Zack huffed and his thighs clenched, but he didn’t direct, control, or demand. He let Nat play, licking and sucking around the glans and into the slit, drawing out little beads of precome, while one hand held him and the other massaged his balls. Slow and steady, a long tease that Nat could perform for hours.

But he also wanted to thank Zack for his deep-throating skills. Nat took a breath, relaxed his throat, and took as much of Zack’s cock into his mouth as possible. It nudged its way into his throat, cutting off his air, but Nat was safe. He pulled back, then went down again, rubbing the underside of Zack’s cock with his tongue. Over and over, he sucked and licked and made love to Zack’s dick, trying to give Zack as much joy and pleasure as he’d given Nat last night.

He also did his best to make Zack squirm, to break the discipline that kept Zack’s hands on the bed, instead of grabbing or forcing. The concentration to just lay there and take whatever Nat decided to give him. Nat wasn’t used to passive partners, and it was both thrilling and confusing. Thrilling, because he’d never had this kind of power over another man’s pleasure before; confusing for the same reason.

He didn’t know how to be in control for the entire encounter.

Instead of dwelling on it, Nat focused on giving Zack the best blow job he could, taking turns licking his balls and bobbing on his dick, and drawing every ounce of pleasure possible from the man who’d taken such good care of him last night. Eventually, Zack’s control began slipping. His hips jerked, his hands bunched in the sheet, and his legs trembled with the exertion of staying still.

“Getting close,” Zack panted. “Don’t have…to swallow.”

Nat released his slick cock. “Do you have anything?”

“No.”

“Good.” He went right back down on him, and when Zack’s cock pulsed in his mouth, he did his best to swallow the load. Some spilled and he licked that up, enjoying the salty-bitter flavor, because it had beenhis choice. A new kind of joy surged inside Nat’s chest, and he used that energy to lick his way up Zack’s body. Past his navel, over soft abs, across his hairy chest. He nibbled at the stubble on Zack’s throat and chin, before sealing his mouth over Zack’s.

Zack thrust his tongue deeply into Nat’s mouth, as if trying to find the last remnants of his own come. Nat collapsed on top of Zack, his erection pressing into Zack’s belly, in no hurry to address the issue. Holding each other was too amazing to interrupt yet. Zack’s hands stroked up and down his back, occasionally low enough to squeeze his buttocks. Nat pressed his face into Zack’s neck and inhaled the man.

They held each other for a while, Nat dozing until the chill on his bare skin sent a ripple of goose bumps across his neck and shoulders.

Zack kissed his temple. “What do you need?”

“A hot shower.” He raised up so he could rub his nose against Zack’s. “I’m good, I promise.”

“Okay.”

The shower was a decent size, but a little awkward with both of them. Nat loved every moment of it, though, all the elbows and knees and bumping chests. Zack used body wash to help Nat with his morning wood, then cleaned him up. They dried each other off. Nat had to go into the living room for clean clothes, which felt a bit weird, but that wasn’t actually his bedroom.

In the bright morning sunlight, the entire night before—from the date to the mind-blowing sex—felt like a lovely dream. Far away and unlikely to repeat. It left him a touch melancholy while Zack brewed coffee and made them both frozen toaster waffles with syrup. Nat didn’t even think to check his cell for texts or messages until Zack checked his own phone.

“Chase says good morning,” Zack said with a grin. “Said he’d be all right today if we were stuck in a honeymoon period.”

Nat choked. “What?”

“I told you that I told Chase we had a date last night. I guess he saw the chemistry between us, too, and assumed we’d spend the night together.”

“I mean…” Nat had no reason to be embarrassed about having had fantastic sex with Zack—even though it was a little odd, knowing Chase had slept with Zack, too, once upon a time. “We do live together, so we were obviously spending the night.”

Zack chuckled. “Well, yes, but I’m pretty sure he foresaw us sharing my bed again. Which I very much loved, by the way. You in my bed.”

“I loved it, too. I haven’t slept that soundly in a long time.”

“I’m glad I could give you peace to rest.”

“You did. But, um, what happens tonight?”

Zack pulled two mugs out of a cupboard. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. Do I go back to sleeping on the sofa bed? Do we do it again? Sex and sleeping together?”

Instead of answering, Zack put the mugs on the counter and circled to stand next to Nat. Rested his hands on Nat’s hips. “What do you want to happen tonight?”

“I’m not sure. Part of me wants to sleep with you every night, to throw caution away and just fall head-first into this. But there’s another part of me that’s terrified of being wrong.” Nat swallowed against the tears thickening his throat. “I don’t think I could handle it if you became another person I have to survive.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Zack tucked him close to his chest, and Nat cinched his arms around Zack’s waist. He loved these full-body hugs that left him feeling safe, protected, and cherished. Loved. “I don’t want that, either. I want to take care of you and prove to you that there are good men out there who deserve your trust. And your love. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I have strong feelings for you, Nathaniel Hawking.”

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