Page 94 of Everything That Kills Me
“Fine.” Zeph leaned in, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I like being naked with you.”
Jack put his beer with Zeph’s, then dragged his fingers up and down Zeph’s back, moving from the crease of his arse up to his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck.
“I feel…safe,” Zeph whispered. “That sounds like the wrong word but it’s not. I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable naked but I am with you.” He slid his hand over Jack’s chest and caressed his nipple, before bending to suck it.
Jack swallowed hard. He’d spent so long touch-starved but hadn’t realised. The only guys he’d been with had been as emotionally unavailable as him. They wanted the same thing. To come hard and leave quickly. And that had been enough.
It had.
But not now. Feeling Zeph nestled against him, his mouth roaming his neck, their cocks lodged together made Jack feel content. Not safe but maybe getting there.
But emotional attachment was dangerous. It made Jack vulnerable. Zeph too, though Zeph wouldn’t see it that way. At that moment, Jack didn’t care. They were both hard. It seemed impossible to be this close to Zeph when they were naked, and not be hard.
“I can hear you thinking,” Zeph said.
Jack pressed his face into Zeph’s hair. “And what am I thinking?”
“I have no idea. I only said I can hear you thinking.”
Jack was still stroking Zeph’s back but he was also scratching now and Zeph was writhing against him, arching his back and groaning.
“Something else you’re really good at. You can keep doing that for a few hours.” Zeph gave an elongated moan.
“Are you part cat?”
“That was a moan not a purr. Anyway, you’re the one who’s scratching.”
Jack dug his fingers into a knot in Zeph’s shoulder, pushing and pressing until it unravelled.
“That feels soooo good.”
Jack tried not to think about Türkiye and the last time he’d done this.
If Zeph kept wriggling against him, Jack was going to have to get out of the tub. He hadn’t read all the owner’s instructions about the Airbnb, but he was pretty sure messing up the hot tub wasn’t a good idea.
“Don’t drown me,” Zeph said and slid under the water.
The moment Zeph’s lips settled around his cock, Jack’s lungs locked. Zeph’s mouth felt even hotter than the water and the sensation of his tongue curling around the head, then dipping into the slit was setting fire to Jack’s balls. Zeph popped up for air, grinned, then dipped down again. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes open. Zeph had taken his balls into his mouth and Jack widened his legs to give him better access. So much for limited shenanigans. When he felt a finger push against the entrance to his body, Jack struggled to breathe. No one had ever…Oh fuck.
Zeph came up for air again, and this time Jack threaded the fingers of one hand in his hair to push him down. He wanted more… He needed more… But Zeph knew. His mouth, lips and tongue worked magic, sparks drifting across Jack’s eyelids. He was bucking into Zeph’s suction now, holding tight to his head, as every cell in his body raced towards orgasm.
“Fuck! Fuuuck!”
Release rolled over and through him, a rogue wave grabbing him and transporting him up the beach. He emptied himself into Zeph’s mouth, each fierce ejaculation as satisfying as the last as he shuddered with pleasure. Why didn’t it last longer?Why did something that did this to your body not last just a little longer?
Zeph erupted from the water like some desperate sea creature, gasping for air. “Did you not hear thedon’t drown me?” But he was laughing as he coughed.
Jack pulled him close. “I can hold my breath for two minutes and fifteen seconds. Can you come that fast?”
It appeared he could.
They set off early the next morning. Jack was keen to get all the way to the next place, one of Thomas’s houses. Jack had always intended they’d stay there but wanted Zeph to think he’d had a hand in choosing. If they didn’t make the progress he’d hoped for, they’d find a place to spend the night, but the less of a trail they left, the better. Jack drove the first leg and pulled in for breakfast a little after nine. They sat at a table outside a café, the car parked metres away, and consumed black coffees and flaky croissants. Zeph’s face had definitely tanned from the time they spent on the beach yesterday. It made his eyes look even more beautiful. Jack blinked and gave himself a mental shake.
“Mind if I WhatsApp Martin?” Zeph asked.
“Go ahead. Just…” Jack tried not to mind, though he was anxious about how much Zeph would tell him.
“I know.” Zeph made the call. “Hi.”
