Date: June 11th, 2005 Characters: Zacharias Smith, Wayne Hopkins Location: River Place, Zach's Flat Status: Private Summary: A celebration of sorts. Completion: Complete
The kiss deepened when Zach responded, both of them rocking together in a dance that was definitely guided by instinct. They knew the moves, even if the partners were new.
Thankfully, the feeling of Zach's hand on him caused all the really pathetic comparisons to flee his mind. Touch. Taste. Feel. Naked. Come. A repeated mantra that did make him feel fifteen again, just discovering the pleasures of wanking, much to the amusement of his brothers who called him a 'late bloomer'.
This was so fucking much better than wanking, though. Zach's wrist pressed against his erection, and he groaned as his hips bucked forward, seeking more contact. He moved his lips along Zach's jaw and neck, sucking the skin and marking it again, since he'd noticed the other marks had faded during the last week.
Zach tilted his head back, gasping, and bit his bottom lip as Wayne's lips moved over his throat, wet and warm. Wayne felt huge against his arm and he moved his hand, his heart in his throat, until his palm was cupping his bulge.
"This okay?" he asked quietly, unsure. He didn't know the protocol for something like this, or what Wayne expected, or what was right. He felt very much out of his depth, but the arousal was so extreme that he didn't have much energy left to be too afraid.
"Fuck," he hissed when he felt Zach's hand cupping him. He shuddered slightly and pressed forward, seeking more contact.
"'s definitely okay." Like he'd say no? Like he'd even be able to say no at this point. He pulled back slightly, looking down at Zach's shirt before he said, "Hope that's not new."
He ripped it from the collar, listening the fabric tear enough to reveal the smooth skin beneath. "'ll repair it later, or buy you a new one," he muttered before he lowered his head and licked Zach's collarbone.
He reached up and pushed the torn fabric back so he could touch, dragging his fingers lightly up Zach's ribs before he brushed his thumb over his nipple. "This okay?" he asked before he flicked his tongue over one of Zach's nipples and rocked forward against his hand.
A tremor of arousal shot through him, overriding the shock at Wayne's display of strength and need. His shirt was ripped open, the cool air of the room carressing his chest, followed by Wayne's lips.
He tightened his hold on his cock.
Head thrown back, fighting not to cry out, he curled his other fingers around Wayne's arm, holding him tight, not sure if it was okay with him, not knowing how he'd react if things went much further, but knowing that there was no way he could tell him no.
The fact that Zach didn't answer slowly penetrated the lust induced fog that had overtaken his brain. He could feel Zach's fingers gripping his arm, but no reply of any sort made him hesitate. Fuck. Had he been too pushy?
He raised his head and reached down to grip Zach's wrist, trying not to groan too much at the tight hold Zach had on his cock. "Got carried away," he muttered. "Too much, yeah?"
His cock was hard enough to pound nails and his shirt was ripped and Wayne's cock was in his hand and everything about was too much but he was not going to be a bloody girl about it.
"'m all right don't stop," he gasped, moving his hand up and down, slow and steady. He caught Wayne's eyes and held them. "Was just a surprise, I'm fine." And he was. He wasn't panicking. Yet. So far this was really no more than they'd done. He was all right with it. He was.
"I want to make you come," he whispered, his own prick throbbing just from saying the words. Last time he'd felt inadequate, and sophmoric... he wanted this to be better. He wanted to be better at it.
"You sure?" he rasped, finding it difficult to talk when Zach was squeezing his cock. Even through the fabric, it felt fucking amazing. He searched Zach's eyes before he relaxed and leaned down to kiss him. It was sloppy and wild and he didn't care because it was lips and tongue and skin.
He groaned as his hips thrust forward unconsciously. "Keep doing that and I will," he warned lowly. He slid his hand down Zach's chest and into the waistband of his jeans, not even bothering to tease or play. He curled his fingers around Zach's cock but the position was too awkward with the jeans on, so he hastily unfastened them so he could move his hand easier.
"Fucking hell." Zach was hot and throbbing and slick against his palm as he rubbed the head before he began to stroke as he licked Zach's neck and lightly bit his shoulder.
Yes, he was very sure he wanted to make Wayne come. Wayne's grown and his voice made him smile but then his lips were taken in a deep kiss again, out of control, completely brilliant
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"You feel so fucking good," he murmured, moving his hand up and down Zach's cock as he rocked against him. He considered dropping to his knees and sucking, but the little bit of his mind that was still working said that it was probably too soon for that. Much as he liked giving his partner pleasure, Zach probably wasn't ready for it yet.
"How do you like it?" he asked lowly, in between licks and nibbles along Zach's throat and shoulder. "When you wank, what do you like? Tight and fast? Slow and teasing? Tell me how you want me to touch you, yeah? Want it to be good for you."
At the moment, his mind and body both were on overdrive. Things were already out of control and he was barely holding it together.
"Ask me later. You're doing fine," he managed, pressing his face against Wayne's throat. No one had ever asked him what he liked, he'd never talked about wanking... the idea made him harder, made it harder not to come all over Wayne. And oh god he was actually going to come on him and his breathing escalated and he had to force himself to stop thinking. "No talking," he said gruffly, leaning up to kiss Wayne roughly.
"'kay," he said, tightening his grip on Zach's cock before he tugged upward. He dragged his thumb over the head then pushed his hand back down, building a rhythm that increased in speed as he listened to Zach's breathing.
At Zach's gruff demand, he started to grin but didn't have a chance. Zach kissed him, taking the initiative for the first time really, and that was enough to make Wayne press forward until his hand was sliding against his trousers as well as Zach's cock.
It was a rough kiss, teeth and tongue and need, and he began to twist his wrist slightly on each stroke, wanting Zach to come for him.
Zach keened, bucking up into his fist. Ohgod. He was so fucking close he was trembling, and he'd not wanted to go first this time. He'd wanted to not come off as a bloody teenager again.
And was Wayne expecting him to reciprocate. He moved his hand a bit more firmly against him. "Do you need... should I..." He couldn't even articulate. Brilliant.
"No talking, remember?" he asked before he kissed Zach again. He moved his hand faster, pressing against Zach's hand as he tried to get some kind of friction. It wasn't really happening, though, in this position, so he just enjoyed what was there and focused on Zach.
"Want you to come for me," he murmured, moving his free hand down Zach's back to grip his arse and pull him closer.
And he'd wanted Wayne to come first. But nothing he wanted mattered because his body had taken over completely.
He sobbed against Wayne's mouth, the flesh on flesh contact too much. No one had touched him this way in so very long and then he was moaning, coming in thick pulses over Wayne's fist, embarrassed again, and sated and a billion other things that he couldn't seem to name. "Sorry," he gasped, shaking, his body attempting to turn itself inside out.
When Zach began to shudder, Wayne pulled back and watched his face as he came. "So bloody beautiful," he murmured, continuing to move his hand until Zach was spent. He glanced down and licked his lips, looking at Zach's cock and the come covering his hand and trousers.
He groaned and stroked Zach again, just wanting to touch, not caring that his hand was starting to get sticky as Zach's come dried. "No apologies, mate. Was fucking gorgeous."
Zach bowed his head, pressing his forehead against Wayne's shoulder, moving his hand against him and keeping his eyes closed. He'd just come all over him. Literally, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he didn't want to think about that right now. Right now he wanted to make Wayne feel good, he wanted to feel him come, to know he'd been the one to do that to him.
Thankfully, the feeling of Zach's hand on him caused all the really pathetic comparisons to flee his mind. Touch. Taste. Feel. Naked. Come. A repeated mantra that did make him feel fifteen again, just discovering the pleasures of wanking, much to the amusement of his brothers who called him a 'late bloomer'.
This was so fucking much better than wanking, though. Zach's wrist pressed against his erection, and he groaned as his hips bucked forward, seeking more contact. He moved his lips along Zach's jaw and neck, sucking the skin and marking it again, since he'd noticed the other marks had faded during the last week.
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"This okay?" he asked quietly, unsure. He didn't know the protocol for something like this, or what Wayne expected, or what was right. He felt very much out of his depth, but the arousal was so extreme that he didn't have much energy left to be too afraid.
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"'s definitely okay." Like he'd say no? Like he'd even be able to say no at this point. He pulled back slightly, looking down at Zach's shirt before he said, "Hope that's not new."
He ripped it from the collar, listening the fabric tear enough to reveal the smooth skin beneath. "'ll repair it later, or buy you a new one," he muttered before he lowered his head and licked Zach's collarbone.
He reached up and pushed the torn fabric back so he could touch, dragging his fingers lightly up Zach's ribs before he brushed his thumb over his nipple. "This okay?" he asked before he flicked his tongue over one of Zach's nipples and rocked forward against his hand.
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He tightened his hold on his cock.
Head thrown back, fighting not to cry out, he curled his other fingers around Wayne's arm, holding him tight, not sure if it was okay with him, not knowing how he'd react if things went much further, but knowing that there was no way he could tell him no.
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He raised his head and reached down to grip Zach's wrist, trying not to groan too much at the tight hold Zach had on his cock. "Got carried away," he muttered. "Too much, yeah?"
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His cock was hard enough to pound nails and his shirt was ripped and Wayne's cock was in his hand and everything about was too much but he was not going to be a bloody girl about it.
"'m all right don't stop," he gasped, moving his hand up and down, slow and steady. He caught Wayne's eyes and held them. "Was just a surprise, I'm fine." And he was. He wasn't panicking. Yet. So far this was really no more than they'd done. He was all right with it. He was.
"I want to make you come," he whispered, his own prick throbbing just from saying the words. Last time he'd felt inadequate, and sophmoric... he wanted this to be better. He wanted to be better at it.
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He groaned as his hips thrust forward unconsciously. "Keep doing that and I will," he warned lowly. He slid his hand down Zach's chest and into the waistband of his jeans, not even bothering to tease or play. He curled his fingers around Zach's cock but the position was too awkward with the jeans on, so he hastily unfastened them so he could move his hand easier.
"Fucking hell." Zach was hot and throbbing and slick against his palm as he rubbed the head before he began to stroke as he licked Zach's neck and lightly bit his shoulder.
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"How do you like it?" he asked lowly, in between licks and nibbles along Zach's throat and shoulder. "When you wank, what do you like? Tight and fast? Slow and teasing? Tell me how you want me to touch you, yeah? Want it to be good for you."
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"Ask me later. You're doing fine," he managed, pressing his face against Wayne's throat. No one had ever asked him what he liked, he'd never talked about wanking... the idea made him harder, made it harder not to come all over Wayne. And oh god he was actually going to come on him and his breathing escalated and he had to force himself to stop thinking. "No talking," he said gruffly, leaning up to kiss Wayne roughly.
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At Zach's gruff demand, he started to grin but didn't have a chance. Zach kissed him, taking the initiative for the first time really, and that was enough to make Wayne press forward until his hand was sliding against his trousers as well as Zach's cock.
It was a rough kiss, teeth and tongue and need, and he began to twist his wrist slightly on each stroke, wanting Zach to come for him.
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And was Wayne expecting him to reciprocate. He moved his hand a bit more firmly against him. "Do you need... should I..." He couldn't even articulate. Brilliant.
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"Want you to come for me," he murmured, moving his free hand down Zach's back to grip his arse and pull him closer.
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He sobbed against Wayne's mouth, the flesh on flesh contact too much. No one had touched him this way in so very long and then he was moaning, coming in thick pulses over Wayne's fist, embarrassed again, and sated and a billion other things that he couldn't seem to name. "Sorry," he gasped, shaking, his body attempting to turn itself inside out.
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He groaned and stroked Zach again, just wanting to touch, not caring that his hand was starting to get sticky as Zach's come dried. "No apologies, mate. Was fucking gorgeous."
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