Slow Burn (MM) (19 page)

“Lie down on the bed,” Zack said.

Brody sat down and scooted up enough to straighten his legs. Muscular calves falling to the side as his legs spread slightly, leaning back on his elbows as he watched Zack. It was the hottest thing Zack had ever seen. Certainly the hottest thing ever to be waiting for him like this.

Damn. Going slow was going to be torture.

He grabbed a few things from his nightstand and set them within reach before climbing over Brody. He ran his hands down the breadth of Brody’s chest, pausing to brush through the smattering of hair, thumb each nipple. With a quick kiss to Brody’s lips, Zack’s mouth soon followed his hands. He nibbled at the junction of muscle at Brody’s neck, down his sternum, sucking each nipple into his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue against the nub before continuing down. Each inch of skin skimmed by his hands, muscles gripped and then kissed. When he reached his belly button and placed biting sucks at the strong plane of Brody’s stomach, Zack paused in his ministrations and pushed Brody flat onto his back on the bed. A throaty chuckle was the response before he returned to the cut of Brody’s hip.

“You’re a pushy bastard.” Brody sounded warm and thoroughly turned-on but also strained with nerves. That was still too much thinking in Zack’s book, so he ran one hand down a strong quad and then up, brushing the soft skin of his inner thigh and skimming so close to Brody’s sac that Brody groaned in frustration.

Zack looked up to catch Brody’s gaze and grinned. Brody’s eyes were liquid heat as he wet his lips. “And a fucking tease.”

He grinned again and moved his hand to encircle the erection that was too damn gorgeous to ignore any longer. “This is news?” Zack stroked once, twice, and then caught the head, thumbing the moisture.

Brody’s mouth opening with a heated breath was exactly the look he was going for. “You’re a detective or something, right? That’s how you caught on?”

Brody chuckled, the sound deep and rolling. His eyes crinkled at the corners, wet mouth tugging up crookedly.

It was the most undone and free Zack had ever seen him. Nothing short of beautiful.

Something must have shown on Zack’s face. Not that it was a surprise. He knew all he felt for Brody, the way he had fallen so hard and so deep, was probably there blinking in bright yellow lights over his head. He didn’t want to freak Brody out with a bunch of feelings, but there was no stopping it.

Brody didn’t freak out, at least not that Zack could tell. He didn’t freeze, tense up, or pull the mask back on. Instead he reached down and brushed Zack’s hair out of his face and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over his lips, sliding over the wetness.

“I remember the first time I saw you,” Brody said. “You ran in late for my PT appointment. I can see it in my mind like it’s a damn snapshot. Your hair all in your face from rushing, but the whole professional-therapist thing pulled around you like a Kevlar vest. You were so fucking hot—
are
—so fucking hot,” he added when Zack tilted his head. “I wasn’t just pissed about my bum knee and the pain. I was pissed because I was thinking,
This
is who will be all up in my space, rehabbing me? Who’d I piss off to have to endure this hell? This is never going to work. Fucking look at him.’”

Zack laughed, still stroking Brody’s thighs, using the back of his hand to brush over Brody’s sac, his thick cock. “Yeah. And look at me now.”

This time Brody’s laugh was full, nothing held back. It shook his chest and the whole damn bed.

God, he loved that sound. “I remember you too,” Zack said. “Back when I never saw you laugh or even knew you were capable. No matter how ridiculously hot you were, I knew you were going to be difficult. I thought you were going to be a complete tool.”

Brody still laughed. “I am a complete tool.”

Zack slid his hands up Brody’s sides so he flinched from the tickling sensation. “Yeah, but now I know you, so it’s okay. You’re my tool.”

As soon as he said it, he wanted to swallow his tongue. He shouldn’t presume that Brody was okay with being his anything. But hell, he’d asked Zack to be his first. That meant something, no matter how much it probably proved Zack was a sap.

Brody gave him a barely there smile, eyes warming as he caressed Zack’s arm and moved over to his own cock, stroking it before Zack stopped him.

“Nice try,” he said, and replaced it with his own touch, wrapping his hand around the thick base of Brody’s cock before flicking his tongue over the head and taking it into his mouth. He found the right pace, Brody arching and flexing his lower back with each suck, obviously holding back the urge to fuck Zack’s mouth. Instead Zack swallowed him down, Brody’s cock hitting the back of his throat. Brody gripped the sheets in response, head thrown back.

“Oh…yeah,” he ground out.

Zack moved down, dragging his tongue across Brody’s sac before sucking each ball into his mouth, one at a time. Then he began again at the top. He kept going until Brody was a lust-hazed, writhing mess.

“Fuck,” Brody said, voice strained.

Zack sat up. “Roll over,” he told Brody.

There was no hesitation. Brody turned over onto his stomach, tucking his hands under Zack’s pillow.

Holy hell, that pillow was going to smell of Brody now. His shampoo and aftershave and own individual scent. And Zack was absolutely the guy who’d face-plant into it later and take a whiff, seeing exactly this: the glorious sight before him. Brody facedown, muscled legs spread wide, perfectly round ass angled up. Wanting and waiting for Zack. It was all he could do not to grab his own dick and jerk off at the view.

He moved over Brody, massaging each cheek, still convinced that both should be illegal.

“Come up on your knees a little,” Zack told him, and grabbed a spare pillow to slide underneath. Reaching under, he used Brody’s precum and the moisture from his mouth to massage the sensitive area between his balls and his ass. Brody wriggled and squirmed at the sensation, until Zack found the right spot and pressure.

When Brody pressed back against his touch, the movement pushing his ass in the air just so, Zack flicked his tongue over Brody’s opening. The ragged breathing near the head of the bed was all the encouragement he needed. He kept going. The taunting flicks giving way to the slightest pressure. Swirling strokes as he kneaded Brody’s ass.

“Zack…fuck…
Zack
.” The quiet, pleading praise started again, just like in the shower, and Zack was certain he’d never hear his name sound as sensual.

He grabbed the small bottle of lube and coated his fingers.

“Brody,” he said, settling onto his knees, brushing his thumb over Brody’s opening, grinning at the moan it caused. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, and did it again. He alternated between barely a caress and massaging with the slightest pressure in. Yes, he was teasing Brody, and yes, he knew Brody fucking loved it.

Brody didn’t respond with words. He moved on the bed, hands digging into the spread, strong thighs shifting to push his ass toward Zack’s touch. Zack watched the ripple of his quad muscles, the way he pressed his face into the mattress. A low groan came out muffled when Zack slowly dipped the tip of his finger in, pushing on the rim. He knew how that felt, how intense it was to be fingered so slowly. The torture of it as those muscles both fought and ached for it.

He wanted that for Brody.

Another slow circle around the rim, and Zack pressed the tip of a finger in to the second knuckle. “You’re so gorgeous like this, Brody.” He pulled out slowly, circling and gathering lube before entering the warmth again. Faster this time. Making it feel like fucking. “I’ve pictured you so many times. Pictured this ass in so many different ways.” Slow out, fast in. “
God
, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Brody’s breath caught on an inhale, his back arching lower. He reached back as if to touch Zack’s hand. “Mmmm more,” he murmured.

Zack squeezed Brody’s cheek with his other hand, tempering himself. The view was enough to cause him to blow completely. Add to that, Brody’s new discovery of extreme pleasure was because of Zack’s fingers. Zack being in him. Damn, he needed a gazillion Valium and a long meditation retreat to calm down.

Instead he took a few breaths to compose and gave Brody the
more
he’d asked for. As if he could deny Brody anything. Zack slicked the second finger, pushing both in and letting a third press against the rim. “Breathe for me, Brody. Breathe and push back against me.”

Brody did exactly as Zack asked. He was stretched tight around Zack’s fingers, and it sent a bolt of pure want.
Need.

“
Damn
.” Zack swore. He wanted to feel that around him, like yesterday. But this was a huge undertaking, being the first one inside Brody. He
was
going slowly.

He pushed his fingers in, moving and curling them just right. He knew he’d found what he’d been looking for when Brody nearly arched off the bed. Zack grinned as he pulled back to thrust in again, but before he could, a hand locked on to his thigh. Brody’s strong hand clamping down and squeezing. He had turned his head and was now looking up at Zack. Eyes hazy, mouth open and panting.

“Damn it, Zack.” His voice was raw, and he paused to lick his lips. “If you don’t get
in
me now, I know a lot of dangerous people. I can be one of them.”

It made Zack laugh, smile pulling at his face so hard it ached. “I love it when you get all bad cop.” He pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom, ripping the foil. He had to close his eyes as he rolled it on. The pressure and the application of additional lube
while
staring at Brody’s ass would make for an unremarkably quick ending. He bit off a groan and squeezed the base of his dick.

“Okay.” Zack slid up, steadying himself between Brody’s legs with a hand on his hip. “Just like before, breathe out, and push against me.” Zack lined himself up, gripping Brody tight as he pressed slowly, waiting for the give.

As the tip gave way and squeezed at Zack’s head, Brody turned his face to the pillow again and groaned into it. Zack could totally understand the sentiment. He took another breath and waited.

Seemed Brody didn’t want to wait. His strong hand was back, and he grabbed at Zack’s thigh, urging him forward and in. The tightness and heat were so overwhelming that Zack gasped loudly, his body falling over Brody’s from the force. He pressed his face into the broad back and tried to breathe.

“Holy hell, Brody.” Zack’s voice almost didn’t come back to him; it came out thready and tight. “Not wise to kill me now; I haven’t even started.” He kissed the smooth skin. Brody’s back moved up and down, his breathing hard.

Brody angled his head the best he could and moved his hands up to tug at Zack wrist. “Come here.”

Zack leaned over to kiss messily at the side of Brody’s mouth. It was off-center and awkward, but Brody groaned against his mouth because leaning over caused Zack to thrust fully in, hard.

“All right.” Brody panted. “Now…fuck me.” He gave Zack’s thigh one last reassuring squeeze and turned his head, pressing his ass fully against Zack. And there was no arguing with that.

Zack settled his hands along Brody’s waist, pressing one last kiss to his back as he eased back and slowly pushed in. The tight heat. The feel of Brody’s powerful body pressed full against him. Zack
had
to go slowly; each thrust felt like it would be the last. He dug his hands into the sheets and focused on the movement. He experimented with angle, finding his place inside. It’d been a while since he’d taken the time not to just fuck someone but please them, and Brody wasn’t just someone. Zack loved him.

Yup. Zack had fallen in love with Brody. Completely and stupidly. The best kind. The kind that made you want to torture yourself with slow sex just so you could find that rhythm that made your partner go—

“Oh
God
!” Brody bucked forward, hands grabbing new fistfuls of sheets before shoving his ass right back toward Zack. “Fuck, yes! That! Zack…” He made it sound like a warning if Zack didn’t repeat immediately.

Zack thrust in again, getting the same response. Each slide into Brody, Zack hit hard and on point. Each time he drew back, he felt his head spin. By the fifth time, Brody completely lost it.

“God
dammit
.” Brody reached out, clutching at anything, and grabbed the rest of the pillows, digging his hands into the plush, his swearing muffled but very dirty.

Brody’s back heaved, and Zack had to close his eyes again to focus. To make it last.

“
Fuck. Me
. Zack…harder.” Brody tried to move, but Zack grabbed on to hold him. No way was he losing this angle now.

He cursed against Brody’s sweaty skin. “It’s okay. I got you.”

“Fuck.” The word was muffled but on repeat as Brody shifted, trying to move his hand underneath him. His body started shaking as he jacked himself off. “Zack…
Please
.”

And that was it. There was no way Zack could hold back any longer. He settled his weight further and fucked him with harder and quicker thrusts, catapulting them both toward the end.

Brody made pleading, grunting noises as Zack pushed him farther, urged him on. “Come on, Brody. Come for me. I want to feel you feel you come while you’re wrapped around me.”

Brody let out a strangled cry and shuddered, long and hard, his body tightening as he came. He grabbed back at Zack again, digging his fingers into the muscle of his leg and bringing Zack closer, deeper.

Finally, Zack let himself go, hips pistoning fast and irregular as he followed Brody over the crest of that wave. He came with his fingers gripping Brody’s hips so hard there was no way it wouldn’t bruise.

They lay there panting. Zack gave up on holding himself off Brody and face-planted into his sweaty back, the thrum of Brody’s heart against his face. With barely enough energy, Zack groaned as he slowly withdrew, pulling off the condom and letting it drop onto the floor.

“
Fuck
,” Brody finally said, falling forward and slowly turning his head to the side.

“Yeah.” Zack tried to catch his breath.