When He Says He Loves You
Title: When He Says He Loves You
Author: Jamie jamieall_over
Pairing: Merrigreuter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: As Jordan's hands shifted enough to twirl bits of short hair, Zack's moved down to rub at his sides, pushing up under his shirt to touch at smooth, warm skin lovingly.
A/N: yee so there's a first part to this and even tho it's the like birth of merrigreuter i don't like it as much so. but pls write more merrigreuter i will pay you in one-shots.
Each day that passed by seemed to be impossibly longer than the last. It probably wouldn't have been all too bad if Zack had just focused on playing music and staying alive, but with his gaze almost constantly glued to the countdown he'd set on the home screen of his phone, it made minutes feel like hours. When the day finally arrived for All Time Low to head back to the States, it almost didn't seem real.
Normally when on a plane back to America, Zack would be sitting with Rian, Jack and Alex in the row ahead of them, and the rest of the crew scattered about here and there. He always had someone to keep him company. However, that time he was on a plane headed to Ohio instead of Maryland and had ended up sat between two people he didn't know, his iPod being his only form of entertainment.
He didn't necessarily put anything specific on, instead simply opting to let shuffle do its job for once, but he couldn't help the way he grinned like a love-struck idiot every time The Ready Set started playing. That smile only seemed to grow with each of Jordan's songs that played, seeing as how it was also an indicator that he was that much closer to seeing his boyfriend.
Nevertheless, those last eight hours from when he'd finally be able to hold his partner stretched themselves as far as they could manage. As soon as the airport came into his sight, he felt how he did when he learned that he'd be able to tour with Jordan.
It was just going on eight o'clock at night as the front wheels touched down against the ground, and Zack was somehow one of the first people off the plane, carry-on in hand and green eyes scanning the sea of faces until they landed on just the right one.
Jordan was already staring back, looking as though he could explode-just how Zack felt.
The older man tried to keep his cool as he walked closer, not wanting to make a spectacle in the middle of such a crowded place, but then Jordan was practically jumping on him, arms and legs wrapping tightly around a heavily-muscled body as desperate kisses were pressed all over Zack's face, ending with one that probably should've been saved for the bedroom on awaiting lips.
“Hey,” the younger male eventually breathed, still clinging tightly to his boyfriend, as though he was afraid Zack would disappear on him if he let go.
Zack did his best to maneuver through the crowd without having Jordan get down, left arm curled around a lithe body tightly. “Mm, hey to you, too,” was his initial response, and then he was almost tripping over someone's luggage and decided that, yeah, hand-holding would have to do for the time being.
With the shorter man on the ground and their fingers clasped together between them, they made their way from the airport, doing their best to catch up on whatever they'd forgotten to discuss over the phone and what they would have to do with their few days together before they were split up again.
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Two hours later and they were making it back to the hotel room Jordan's manager had booked for him them. Jordan had wanted to go back there without making any detours, but Zack had insisted that they go on a dinner date. Just something small, something to make up for their lack of dates caused by distance, and he couldn't find it in himself to refuse.
As little time as possible was wasted in throwing his duffel-bag to the ground by the bed, and then Zack was pushing Jordan down onto the mattress, climbing up to hover over the younger as soon as he was situated properly.
They weren't touching at first, Zack's knees an inch from Jordan's hips and his forearms pressing into the mattress by the younger's head. They were doing their best at keeping their expressions serious, but then Jordan was breaking out into a shy smile, his arms lifting up to curl around Zack's neck, causing him to smile right back as he was tugged down into a kiss.
It was so slow; sweet. It wasn't desperate or rushed like it had been when they'd first seen each other only hours prior, and it was nice-gentle and innocent and caring. Zack dropped his usually overly-dominant role and Jordan momentarily forgot about his love of leaving marks. Reunion sex for them always translated to pure love-making, despite them never having actually said it.
As Jordan's hands shifted enough to twirl bits of short hair, Zack's moved down to rub at his sides, pushing up under his shirt to touch at smooth, warm skin lovingly.
“Missed you,” the younger man murmured, sitting up with Zack as his shirt was lifted over his head. He reached out to tug at the hem of his boyfriend's before they could move to lie back down again, sighing contently once the article was removed.
Zack couldn't help himself as he attached his mouth to Jordan's neck, kissing down, down, down and humming his own soft agreement. He felt hands tangle in his hair again, pulling gently in encouragement, heavy breathing meeting his ears and turning him on that much more.
When he reached the top of the younger's too-tight jeans (which were only getting tighter as the minutes ticked away around them), he didn't stall or tease on unzipping them and pulling them down such perfect, slim legs, his lips pressing even more kisses to the red marks that the waistband had left behind on a lean stomach. He stopped when Jordan hissed at the feeling, the pain of the touch making him tense and squirm uncomfortably.
Next went the briefs, and while Jordan felt so exposed and vulnerable about being the only one completely naked, another part of him understood that Zack would never think anything emotionally-damaging about his appearance. The taller man, however, knew what his partner was feeling-it had been the same for them since their first time and every reunion since, after all.
Crawling his way back up, eyes roaming shamelessly over the figure he'd spent so many lonely nights craving, Zack reached down to grasp at the younger's hardened length, pulling a gasp from lips that he could never resist and making his own shorts feel that little bit tighter.
Jordan threw his head back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering closed and jaw falling open. His gasp turned into a moan, and Zack knew, could just tell that if he didn’t get the show on the road soon, neither of them would last too long.
To most couples, that would be embarrassing. You’d have to be pretty damn pathetic to not last long enough for foreplay. For the young couple, wrapped up in each other in that hotel’s bed, it was much different. While other couples could have that closeness, that intimacy whenever they chose to, Zack and Jordan had to go without it more often than not. It made everything seem more special when the time finally arrived, but it happened so few times a year that they really couldn’t find it in themselves to be able to hold back.
With that thought, Zack was climbing from the bed. Jordan’s eyes peeled open immediately, a desperate whine getting caught in his throat at the abrupt feeling of nothingness. He watched on as his boyfriend undressed himself, his own hand reaching around to fumble in the drawer of the bedside table to grab the lube he’d hid in there hours before.
Everything came to a momentary halt as they stared at each other, blown pupils taking in as much as they possibly could in as little time manageable. Then it seemed like time was moving much too quickly as Jordan lifted his arms, calling out to his boyfriend in a voice no louder than a whisper, tone hazy with desire.
Zack was all too eager to oblige, resituating his body over his boyfriend’s and nearly groaning at just the feel of their bare bodies touching, the air getting too hot around them even with the blanket having been shoved to the other side of the bed.
It was almost too good, almost made Zack lose his focus completely when their cocks rubbed together between them. Jordan’s reaction was absolutely intoxicating, the way his breath hitched and his eyes blew impossibly wider, his hips pressing up to get more. His eyes, which had turned nearly as dark as the sea, said everything his voice couldn’t, begging, pleading, please, I want you, I need you.
The cap on the lube was popped open with fumbling, anticipation-riddled fingers, a glob being squeezed onto the younger’s palm before the bottle, still open, was being tossed onto the floor. Cool, slick fingers wrapped loosely around Zack as swollen lips pressed together, moving slowly yet sloppily, quiet groans being muffled between their mouths.
Jordan was getting a little carried away with his hand job. He couldn’t help it, really, what with how consumed he was in the elder’s moans and how his hips would roll forward into his fist in search of more friction. Zack almost got carried away, too, only returning to the real world long enough to nudge his and Jordan’s noses together, right hand reaching down to push his hand away.
The shorter man complied, letting go of Zack and spreading his legs wider. He had a brief thought about getting fingered-not because he needed to be, what with how long he’d been a bottom, but because of how good it felt-having Zack’s fingers shifting inside of him, touching and prodding and rubbing everything in ways that his boyfriend’s dick clearly couldn’t.
That thought was wiped from his mind only seconds after, however, when Zack’s tip was pressing against him gently, waiting to be given the okay. A moment was taken to wipe his lube-covered hand onto the side of the mattress before he was lifting his arms to wrap around Zack’s neck again, pulling the elder down until their foreheads were leaned together and then nodding.
The taller man wasn’t sure what was more satisfying-the tight heat of his boyfriend’s muscles enveloping him or the sharp gasp that turned into a rushed, murmured, “Oh, God, oh, my God, Zack, yes.” The older man’s eyes had squeezed shut in an attempt to hold himself back long enough for his partner to fully adjust. It was mere seconds, no more than ten, and then lips were pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Zack’s mouth, a soft hush of the word ‘Go’ being all that was needed.
Quiet, shaky moans filled the air, drowning out any other sound that could even consider breaking through the barrier the couple had built around them. It didn’t stay that way for long, of course, and the sounds were lost as their lips pressed together again.
It felt better than what either of them had been putting up with for months, but Zack knew that it would feel that much better if he just moved the slightest bit to the-
“Right there,” it was a pant, barely audible and needy, and Zack was all too eager to comply with the unspoken demand. “Missed you so much,” he groaned again, his overworked lungs not doing their job the way they should’ve.
“Missed you more,” Zack mumbled, lips pressing to the side of Jordan’s neck as the younger unconsciously tugged at his short hair each time he moved just the right way or licked at just the right spot. There were so many emotions, so many fucking feelings, but it still seemed like something was missing. He had a faint idea as to what it was, and then he was nipping at smooth skin laid out in front of him before whispering, “Wanna see you, baby. Wanna see all of you.”
Jordan nodded, knowing what his lover had meant and sliding his hands down to grip at Zack’s shoulders, his legs hugging the elder’s sides without crossing behind his back. Zack would’ve been fine with pulling out long enough for them to get resituated, but he let his body be pushed to the side until he was the one on his back.
Everything, every single movement, seemed so much better. He loved it when Jordan was in control, when he could lay back and watch how each muscle tensed as thin hips rolled down against his own. The younger man’s jaw was slack, his eyes closed lightly, and his head tilted back, the light shining from the sweat that dripped down his body just adding to the experience. As if his partner wasn’t gorgeous enough to begin with, when he was strung out and desperate and fucked, it was almost too damn much for Zack to handle.
Soon, though, just watching wasn’t enough; he had to feel again. He needed that true intimacy back. His hands, which had made themselves comfortable on Jordan’s hips, tugged carefully, pulling the shorter male’s body down until he was practically rutting against Zack’s muscled torso.
Whimpers and whines had Zack’s toes curling, the knowledge that he was the reason Jordan was feeling as much pleasure as he was, the fact that he had such a beautiful specimen on top of him, laying pressed against him, naked and on-edge… he could feel it start to creep through his bones and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
He tried to hold off as long as possible, focusing his energy on where his lips landed and what praises spilled from his mouth between quick presses.
While Zack was doing his best to last longer for Jordan, the aforementioned man was chasing the liquid pleasure that had seeped its way into his body. He was so close, so close, almost…
“Zack,” he gasped, hips pushing back a little rougher than prior.
“I know, Jo. It’s okay, baby, I know,” the elder assured, but Jordan shook his head, doing his best to land a kiss on his lover’s lips (only slightly missing and hitting just below the corner of his mouth) before sitting up enough to see those green eyes he cherished just a bit better.
There was a small smile, a breathless laugh, and then, just loud enough to be heard over their noises of near-delirium, a groaned, “I love you.”
And those words, those three words that Zack had spent weeks, months, dying to hear, to fucking say, were what had his body hitting its limit. There was that moment immediately after the fall, that split second of pure numbness that wracked his spine before it was overcome by pleasure so intense that it felt like he’d hit a sheet of solid ice at high-speed only to be met with scalding water on the other side, his skin prickling with the overwhelming sensation.
He could feel Jordan spasm around and against him as well as the hot spurts of come that splashed against both of their abdomens, could hear the choked whimper of his name, could just barely make out the blue of his lover’s irises as his pupils dilated to the point of no return.
They slumped against each other as soon as they’d reached the other side of their orgasms, their tired and weak limbs wrapping tightly around the other’s body in an attempt to hold them as close together as physically possible. Zack could hardly think straight, eyes glued to the ceiling above their heads and body shivering as Jordan’s damp hair brushed his chest.
Zack didn’t react to the feeling of those lips pressing small kisses up his chest, neck, and jaw, but the sight of those eyes, no longer as dilated or dark, grounded him once more.
The younger man seemed concerned, as though he was scared he’d made the wrong decision in confessing his true feelings. He was willing to apologize, to beg Zack not to leave him, to say that he’d completely understand if Zack didn’t love him back, but then the older male was leaning up to capture his lips.
That kiss was different than the others had been. That one was deep and passionate and breathing-taking. It felt more intense than the orgasms had been, if that was even possible. Zack tilted his head to the side, letting his hands roam sleek skin adoringly.
He pulled back just as Jordan truly began to get into it, his tongue darting out to respond just as eagerly before suddenly the feeling was gone.
Instead, he peeled his eyes open, reveling in the feel of Zack’s large hands finally cupping either side of his face. A smile was spread across the muscled man’s face, reaching his green eyes and merely adding to the post-orgasm flush that coated his entire body.
Their noses were nudged together, a short press of lips against the younger’s nose, and then their foreheads were leaned together. It was difficult to hold eye contact with the proximity, but they managed, and soon Zack was letting out his own laugh.
“I love you, too.”
Author: Jamie jamieall_over
Pairing: Merrigreuter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: As Jordan's hands shifted enough to twirl bits of short hair, Zack's moved down to rub at his sides, pushing up under his shirt to touch at smooth, warm skin lovingly.
A/N: yee so there's a first part to this and even tho it's the like birth of merrigreuter i don't like it as much so. but pls write more merrigreuter i will pay you in one-shots.
Each day that passed by seemed to be impossibly longer than the last. It probably wouldn't have been all too bad if Zack had just focused on playing music and staying alive, but with his gaze almost constantly glued to the countdown he'd set on the home screen of his phone, it made minutes feel like hours. When the day finally arrived for All Time Low to head back to the States, it almost didn't seem real.
Normally when on a plane back to America, Zack would be sitting with Rian, Jack and Alex in the row ahead of them, and the rest of the crew scattered about here and there. He always had someone to keep him company. However, that time he was on a plane headed to Ohio instead of Maryland and had ended up sat between two people he didn't know, his iPod being his only form of entertainment.
He didn't necessarily put anything specific on, instead simply opting to let shuffle do its job for once, but he couldn't help the way he grinned like a love-struck idiot every time The Ready Set started playing. That smile only seemed to grow with each of Jordan's songs that played, seeing as how it was also an indicator that he was that much closer to seeing his boyfriend.
Nevertheless, those last eight hours from when he'd finally be able to hold his partner stretched themselves as far as they could manage. As soon as the airport came into his sight, he felt how he did when he learned that he'd be able to tour with Jordan.
It was just going on eight o'clock at night as the front wheels touched down against the ground, and Zack was somehow one of the first people off the plane, carry-on in hand and green eyes scanning the sea of faces until they landed on just the right one.
Jordan was already staring back, looking as though he could explode-just how Zack felt.
The older man tried to keep his cool as he walked closer, not wanting to make a spectacle in the middle of such a crowded place, but then Jordan was practically jumping on him, arms and legs wrapping tightly around a heavily-muscled body as desperate kisses were pressed all over Zack's face, ending with one that probably should've been saved for the bedroom on awaiting lips.
“Hey,” the younger male eventually breathed, still clinging tightly to his boyfriend, as though he was afraid Zack would disappear on him if he let go.
Zack did his best to maneuver through the crowd without having Jordan get down, left arm curled around a lithe body tightly. “Mm, hey to you, too,” was his initial response, and then he was almost tripping over someone's luggage and decided that, yeah, hand-holding would have to do for the time being.
With the shorter man on the ground and their fingers clasped together between them, they made their way from the airport, doing their best to catch up on whatever they'd forgotten to discuss over the phone and what they would have to do with their few days together before they were split up again.
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Two hours later and they were making it back to the hotel room Jordan's manager had booked for him them. Jordan had wanted to go back there without making any detours, but Zack had insisted that they go on a dinner date. Just something small, something to make up for their lack of dates caused by distance, and he couldn't find it in himself to refuse.
As little time as possible was wasted in throwing his duffel-bag to the ground by the bed, and then Zack was pushing Jordan down onto the mattress, climbing up to hover over the younger as soon as he was situated properly.
They weren't touching at first, Zack's knees an inch from Jordan's hips and his forearms pressing into the mattress by the younger's head. They were doing their best at keeping their expressions serious, but then Jordan was breaking out into a shy smile, his arms lifting up to curl around Zack's neck, causing him to smile right back as he was tugged down into a kiss.
It was so slow; sweet. It wasn't desperate or rushed like it had been when they'd first seen each other only hours prior, and it was nice-gentle and innocent and caring. Zack dropped his usually overly-dominant role and Jordan momentarily forgot about his love of leaving marks. Reunion sex for them always translated to pure love-making, despite them never having actually said it.
As Jordan's hands shifted enough to twirl bits of short hair, Zack's moved down to rub at his sides, pushing up under his shirt to touch at smooth, warm skin lovingly.
“Missed you,” the younger man murmured, sitting up with Zack as his shirt was lifted over his head. He reached out to tug at the hem of his boyfriend's before they could move to lie back down again, sighing contently once the article was removed.
Zack couldn't help himself as he attached his mouth to Jordan's neck, kissing down, down, down and humming his own soft agreement. He felt hands tangle in his hair again, pulling gently in encouragement, heavy breathing meeting his ears and turning him on that much more.
When he reached the top of the younger's too-tight jeans (which were only getting tighter as the minutes ticked away around them), he didn't stall or tease on unzipping them and pulling them down such perfect, slim legs, his lips pressing even more kisses to the red marks that the waistband had left behind on a lean stomach. He stopped when Jordan hissed at the feeling, the pain of the touch making him tense and squirm uncomfortably.
Next went the briefs, and while Jordan felt so exposed and vulnerable about being the only one completely naked, another part of him understood that Zack would never think anything emotionally-damaging about his appearance. The taller man, however, knew what his partner was feeling-it had been the same for them since their first time and every reunion since, after all.
Crawling his way back up, eyes roaming shamelessly over the figure he'd spent so many lonely nights craving, Zack reached down to grasp at the younger's hardened length, pulling a gasp from lips that he could never resist and making his own shorts feel that little bit tighter.
Jordan threw his head back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering closed and jaw falling open. His gasp turned into a moan, and Zack knew, could just tell that if he didn’t get the show on the road soon, neither of them would last too long.
To most couples, that would be embarrassing. You’d have to be pretty damn pathetic to not last long enough for foreplay. For the young couple, wrapped up in each other in that hotel’s bed, it was much different. While other couples could have that closeness, that intimacy whenever they chose to, Zack and Jordan had to go without it more often than not. It made everything seem more special when the time finally arrived, but it happened so few times a year that they really couldn’t find it in themselves to be able to hold back.
With that thought, Zack was climbing from the bed. Jordan’s eyes peeled open immediately, a desperate whine getting caught in his throat at the abrupt feeling of nothingness. He watched on as his boyfriend undressed himself, his own hand reaching around to fumble in the drawer of the bedside table to grab the lube he’d hid in there hours before.
Everything came to a momentary halt as they stared at each other, blown pupils taking in as much as they possibly could in as little time manageable. Then it seemed like time was moving much too quickly as Jordan lifted his arms, calling out to his boyfriend in a voice no louder than a whisper, tone hazy with desire.
Zack was all too eager to oblige, resituating his body over his boyfriend’s and nearly groaning at just the feel of their bare bodies touching, the air getting too hot around them even with the blanket having been shoved to the other side of the bed.
It was almost too good, almost made Zack lose his focus completely when their cocks rubbed together between them. Jordan’s reaction was absolutely intoxicating, the way his breath hitched and his eyes blew impossibly wider, his hips pressing up to get more. His eyes, which had turned nearly as dark as the sea, said everything his voice couldn’t, begging, pleading, please, I want you, I need you.
The cap on the lube was popped open with fumbling, anticipation-riddled fingers, a glob being squeezed onto the younger’s palm before the bottle, still open, was being tossed onto the floor. Cool, slick fingers wrapped loosely around Zack as swollen lips pressed together, moving slowly yet sloppily, quiet groans being muffled between their mouths.
Jordan was getting a little carried away with his hand job. He couldn’t help it, really, what with how consumed he was in the elder’s moans and how his hips would roll forward into his fist in search of more friction. Zack almost got carried away, too, only returning to the real world long enough to nudge his and Jordan’s noses together, right hand reaching down to push his hand away.
The shorter man complied, letting go of Zack and spreading his legs wider. He had a brief thought about getting fingered-not because he needed to be, what with how long he’d been a bottom, but because of how good it felt-having Zack’s fingers shifting inside of him, touching and prodding and rubbing everything in ways that his boyfriend’s dick clearly couldn’t.
That thought was wiped from his mind only seconds after, however, when Zack’s tip was pressing against him gently, waiting to be given the okay. A moment was taken to wipe his lube-covered hand onto the side of the mattress before he was lifting his arms to wrap around Zack’s neck again, pulling the elder down until their foreheads were leaned together and then nodding.
The taller man wasn’t sure what was more satisfying-the tight heat of his boyfriend’s muscles enveloping him or the sharp gasp that turned into a rushed, murmured, “Oh, God, oh, my God, Zack, yes.” The older man’s eyes had squeezed shut in an attempt to hold himself back long enough for his partner to fully adjust. It was mere seconds, no more than ten, and then lips were pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Zack’s mouth, a soft hush of the word ‘Go’ being all that was needed.
Quiet, shaky moans filled the air, drowning out any other sound that could even consider breaking through the barrier the couple had built around them. It didn’t stay that way for long, of course, and the sounds were lost as their lips pressed together again.
It felt better than what either of them had been putting up with for months, but Zack knew that it would feel that much better if he just moved the slightest bit to the-
“Right there,” it was a pant, barely audible and needy, and Zack was all too eager to comply with the unspoken demand. “Missed you so much,” he groaned again, his overworked lungs not doing their job the way they should’ve.
“Missed you more,” Zack mumbled, lips pressing to the side of Jordan’s neck as the younger unconsciously tugged at his short hair each time he moved just the right way or licked at just the right spot. There were so many emotions, so many fucking feelings, but it still seemed like something was missing. He had a faint idea as to what it was, and then he was nipping at smooth skin laid out in front of him before whispering, “Wanna see you, baby. Wanna see all of you.”
Jordan nodded, knowing what his lover had meant and sliding his hands down to grip at Zack’s shoulders, his legs hugging the elder’s sides without crossing behind his back. Zack would’ve been fine with pulling out long enough for them to get resituated, but he let his body be pushed to the side until he was the one on his back.
Everything, every single movement, seemed so much better. He loved it when Jordan was in control, when he could lay back and watch how each muscle tensed as thin hips rolled down against his own. The younger man’s jaw was slack, his eyes closed lightly, and his head tilted back, the light shining from the sweat that dripped down his body just adding to the experience. As if his partner wasn’t gorgeous enough to begin with, when he was strung out and desperate and fucked, it was almost too damn much for Zack to handle.
Soon, though, just watching wasn’t enough; he had to feel again. He needed that true intimacy back. His hands, which had made themselves comfortable on Jordan’s hips, tugged carefully, pulling the shorter male’s body down until he was practically rutting against Zack’s muscled torso.
Whimpers and whines had Zack’s toes curling, the knowledge that he was the reason Jordan was feeling as much pleasure as he was, the fact that he had such a beautiful specimen on top of him, laying pressed against him, naked and on-edge… he could feel it start to creep through his bones and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
He tried to hold off as long as possible, focusing his energy on where his lips landed and what praises spilled from his mouth between quick presses.
While Zack was doing his best to last longer for Jordan, the aforementioned man was chasing the liquid pleasure that had seeped its way into his body. He was so close, so close, almost…
“Zack,” he gasped, hips pushing back a little rougher than prior.
“I know, Jo. It’s okay, baby, I know,” the elder assured, but Jordan shook his head, doing his best to land a kiss on his lover’s lips (only slightly missing and hitting just below the corner of his mouth) before sitting up enough to see those green eyes he cherished just a bit better.
There was a small smile, a breathless laugh, and then, just loud enough to be heard over their noises of near-delirium, a groaned, “I love you.”
And those words, those three words that Zack had spent weeks, months, dying to hear, to fucking say, were what had his body hitting its limit. There was that moment immediately after the fall, that split second of pure numbness that wracked his spine before it was overcome by pleasure so intense that it felt like he’d hit a sheet of solid ice at high-speed only to be met with scalding water on the other side, his skin prickling with the overwhelming sensation.
He could feel Jordan spasm around and against him as well as the hot spurts of come that splashed against both of their abdomens, could hear the choked whimper of his name, could just barely make out the blue of his lover’s irises as his pupils dilated to the point of no return.
They slumped against each other as soon as they’d reached the other side of their orgasms, their tired and weak limbs wrapping tightly around the other’s body in an attempt to hold them as close together as physically possible. Zack could hardly think straight, eyes glued to the ceiling above their heads and body shivering as Jordan’s damp hair brushed his chest.
Zack didn’t react to the feeling of those lips pressing small kisses up his chest, neck, and jaw, but the sight of those eyes, no longer as dilated or dark, grounded him once more.
The younger man seemed concerned, as though he was scared he’d made the wrong decision in confessing his true feelings. He was willing to apologize, to beg Zack not to leave him, to say that he’d completely understand if Zack didn’t love him back, but then the older male was leaning up to capture his lips.
That kiss was different than the others had been. That one was deep and passionate and breathing-taking. It felt more intense than the orgasms had been, if that was even possible. Zack tilted his head to the side, letting his hands roam sleek skin adoringly.
He pulled back just as Jordan truly began to get into it, his tongue darting out to respond just as eagerly before suddenly the feeling was gone.
Instead, he peeled his eyes open, reveling in the feel of Zack’s large hands finally cupping either side of his face. A smile was spread across the muscled man’s face, reaching his green eyes and merely adding to the post-orgasm flush that coated his entire body.
Their noses were nudged together, a short press of lips against the younger’s nose, and then their foreheads were leaned together. It was difficult to hold eye contact with the proximity, but they managed, and soon Zack was letting out his own laugh.
“I love you, too.”