Date: June 11th, 2005 Characters: Zacharias Smith, Wayne Hopkins Location: River Place, Zach's Flat Status: Private Summary: A celebration of sorts. Completion: Complete
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.
Then Wayne's hand was on his stomach, lower, and he thought he'd be okay with him touching him through his jeans, nothing more than what they'd done before. But then his hand slid down the front of his denims and Zach's breath caught in his throat and it was hard to breathe, hard to think. Before he knew what had happened his jeans had been opened and his cock was freed and being stroked and it was too much.
Had he not been so bloody stubborn he might have pushed Wayne away, the fear of this, the nervousness being too much. As it was, his refusal to be viewed as more submissive and childish than he already felt won out. He closed his eyes though, aroused beyond reason, at another man's hand on his cock, unable to wrap his mind around that, and tried to remember to fucking breathe.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice shaking, as he continued to stroke Wayne through his trousers.
"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.
When Zach rested his head against his shoulder and kept moving his hand, Wayne sighed and bucked forward. The rubbing was great, but it lacked the stimulation of grinding against him. With the trousers and his shorts in the way, he just needed a little more.
"Squeeze harder," he murmured, reaching down to lightly grip Zach's hand. He guided it into a better position, rubbing a bit more firmly, and he hissed as Zach tightened his grip. He began to rock against his hand as he focused more on himself since Zach was taken care of.
Zach obeyed at once, squeezing his fingers tighter around him, pressing harder as Wayne pressed back. It helped to have Wayne's hand on top of his.
He pressed his lips against Wayne's throat, sucking softly, biting at the parts he could reach, nosing his collar out of the way and nipping a bit harder.
"Yeah, like that," he moaned, closing his eyes as he ground himself against Zach's hand. When he felt Zach biting his throat, he groaned and shifted, finding a better position for the friction he needed.
He came in his shorts like a teenager, grunting as he shuddered and leaned against Zach for support. After he finished, he panted and tried to catch his breath.
Zach slowed his motions when he felt Wayne pulse against him, blushing madly. His mind caught up with his body and he pressed his burning face against Wayne's throat, swallowing a few times, still holding his hand against him and feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm against his palm.
"All right?" he asked weakly, his voice shaking just a bit.
"Yeah," he murmured, raising his head and sighing. "You okay?"
He smiled sheepishly and brushed his Zach's hair back from his face. "I'd ask how you like dancing now, but I think that went just a little beyond a normal dance."
Was he okay? "I think so," he said shakily. "Wasn't expecting... and yeah." He laughed softly. "I have to say that I like dancing." He leaned against Wayne again, pressing his face against his shirt and letting his eyes fall shut.
Then Wayne's hand was on his stomach, lower, and he thought he'd be okay with him touching him through his jeans, nothing more than what they'd done before. But then his hand slid down the front of his denims and Zach's breath caught in his throat and it was hard to breathe, hard to think. Before he knew what had happened his jeans had been opened and his cock was freed and being stroked and it was too much.
Had he not been so bloody stubborn he might have pushed Wayne away, the fear of this, the nervousness being too much. As it was, his refusal to be viewed as more submissive and childish than he already felt won out. He closed his eyes though, aroused beyond reason, at another man's hand on his cock, unable to wrap his mind around that, and tried to remember to fucking breathe.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice shaking, as he continued to stroke Wayne through his trousers.
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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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"Squeeze harder," he murmured, reaching down to lightly grip Zach's hand. He guided it into a better position, rubbing a bit more firmly, and he hissed as Zach tightened his grip. He began to rock against his hand as he focused more on himself since Zach was taken care of.
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He pressed his lips against Wayne's throat, sucking softly, biting at the parts he could reach, nosing his collar out of the way and nipping a bit harder.
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He came in his shorts like a teenager, grunting as he shuddered and leaned against Zach for support. After he finished, he panted and tried to catch his breath.
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"All right?" he asked weakly, his voice shaking just a bit.
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He smiled sheepishly and brushed his Zach's hair back from his face. "I'd ask how you like dancing now, but I think that went just a little beyond a normal dance."
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