Sleeping to dream
Zack’s eyes flutter open and he lazily lifts his hand up to rub them, unsuccessfully trying to hold on to the last shreds of the beautiful dream that was unfairly already fading behind his eyelids.
The bright light of morning hits him way too brashly for his liking, so he opts for shutting his lids again, stretching his arms up above his head with a soft groan and reaching over on the other side of the bed, letting his fingers aid him in the blind search for his lover’s body.
He smiles when his hands collide with the firm flesh of Brian’s naked back. His lover's body is warm, nestled beneath the crumpled sheets. He grumbles sleepily, he just shifts imperceptibly under Zack's soft touches. Zack keeps his caresses light, barely brushing his hands on the oh so familiar expanse of those broad, tanned shoulders. His fingers venture forward on their own accord, skimming down on toned arms, around over the skin of a lean, smooth chest, savoring every inch of the body that minutes earlier was starring as main character in his dream. Eventually, Brian moves, idly tossing himself around, resting supine for a few seconds before moving to lay on his other side, facing Zack. Eyes still closed, his own hands move slow over the younger man’s body, caressing soft thighs, coming to rest on his hips. Brian sighs and one of his thighs involuntarily shifts forwards, his knee softly insinuating between the other man’s legs.
Zack unconsciously scoots closer as well, parting his legs just enough to allow his loins to lightly rub on the front of Brian’s taut thigh. The grip of Brian's fingers on his sides tightens that little bit more and a distant sigh exhales from his sleep furred throat.
Zack lets out a soft moan of his own as he shifts his hips upwards, slowly.
Then he unhurriedly slips them back down.
Forward once more, languidly. Then back again.
Up.
Down.
He keeps a slow rhythm, his growing hardness pushing a little deeper on Brian’s leg with each gentle sway of his hips.
Brian finally opens his eyes as his hands begin the slow, predictable descent towards Zack’s groin, but the guitarist’s fingers are immediately stopped by his mate’s firmly circling around his wrists, holding them in their place.
Zack’s voice is still raspy from sleep as he whispers over Brian’s lips.
“Uh-hn. Don’t… move...”
Chocolate orbs peer questioningly into green ones but the only explanations they receive are shallow wrinkles appearing around Zack’s smiling eyes, a flutter of eyelids and another feeble thrust of hips against his own. Brian’s hands still their motions and no protest arises from the older man.
Zack sighs and closes his eyes, his hips falling back into their previous rhythm. His movements are deliberately slow, sensuous, indulgent. He tilts his head back on the sheets, an almost childish laugh weakly escaping his throat as he swings on Brian’s hip as if he were riding a rocking horse.
He groans unashamedly at the rising pleasure but before Brian’s intensifying moans become dangerously too tempting, Zack peels his body from his lover’s and lays back down on his back on his now colder side of the bed. He kicks the sheets away from his body, uncovering his naked legs, the smooth skin of his pale chest, his thick, colorful arms, a pair of grey boxers stretching over his erection like a second skin. Brian's boxers from the previous night, he recalls with a smile.
He rakes one hand over his chest, feeling his nipples harden under the cold touch of his fingers, reveling in the feeling of goosebumps spreading out on his skin in the wake of the light caress of his palm.
He smiles, flicking his tongue over his left snakebite as he slowly moves his hand downwards.
He knows Brian is watching him.
He knows how Brian is watching him.
A breathy sigh reaches his ears as his fingers dip inside the waistband of his underwear, as his whole hand disappears beneath the cotton.
Seconds later his lover’s hand comes to rests over his, only a thin layer of cloth separating their fingers. His free hand stops Brian's again, he shakes his head as he licks his lips. He doesn’t even open his eyes.
“Wanna do it ‘n my own…”
Brian removes his hand, probably surprised by his lover’s boldness. Zack feels him shift on the bed, positioning himself at the bottom of the mattress to gain a better view, he reckons.
He can feels those deep, dark eyes solely focused on him, and the mere thought turns him on beyond belief.
He hooks two fingers beneath the elastic band resting on either side of his hips and meticulously peels the garment off his skin. He shivers lightly as the cold morning air hits the flushed skin of his arousal, he fights the need to immediately wrap his hand around it. He lifts his feet off the bed to fully rid himself of the boxers, making sure to offer Brian a nice view of his naked buttocks as he repositions his legs on the bed, knees bent and slightly parted in his lover’s favor.
Zack’s hands start from his knees, they barely brush the skin on the inside of his thighs, moving slowly in circles, teasing, taunting.
His fingertips reach his testicles, they caress them slightly, diving into the soft, thick tuft of black curls surrounding them. He expertly squeezes each of them in the palm of his left hand, knowing exactly what to do to earn the maximum pleasure from the simplest of ministrations. His other hand slides beneath them, rubbing lightly over the sensitive skin of his perineum. His head lolls back into the cushions, a moan rips from his throat, unashamed, unstoppable.
Brian groans loud at his feet, it’s all the encouragement he needs.
His dominant hand moves to circle his length, it wraps around it with practiced ease, stroking the heated flesh up and down, slowly, placidly. Zack takes his time in tracing the map of his veins, of every ridge and curve of his upwards bent cock, from the small folds of skin resting at the bottom of the shaft to the sensitive fissure on the back of its swollen head. He backtracks each of the many unmapped roads Brian’s tongue may have covered hundreds of times but that feel just like brand new at every single exploration. He taps the thumb of his right hand over the humid slit at the top of his cock, then circles his index all around the engorged crown.
He knows Brian’s eyes are religiously following his fingertips’ path. He knows what he’s doing, he knows he’s giving up. He feels him moving at the bottom of the bed. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, conscious that the arousal lodged in his throat will barely allow him to speak.
“Don’t touch y'self, Bri.”
The guitarist groans, disappointed, but the movements cease.
Zack parts his legs wider, he lifts his hips up, thrusting his cock up into his fist. He shudders at the feeling but he doesn’t stop stroking his flesh. He jerks his hips up again, tightening the grip on his length, building up a nice, steady rhythm. He moves his other hand on his chest, teasing his nipples, scratching his abdomen, caressing his own shoulders. Brian’s sighs are louder than his own. It’s time to reward his lover for his patience.
“Just watch me.”
Zack keeps fucking his left hand as he brings the right up to his mouth, sucking his thumb first, then two of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, savoring the taste of his own sweat over them, thoroughly coating them with his own saliva.
He hears Brian’s breath hitching in anticipation as he brings his hand back down over his body, past his cock, behind his balls, until he reaches his opening.
Then he stops.
He opens his eyes and he’s all but transfixed by the sight before him. Brian’s on his hands and knees at the bottom of their bed, naked and rock hard, eyes almost black with lust, his cheeks are flushed and his breathing labored. The sheets are tangled up between his fingers, his knuckles white. His gaze is fixed on Zack’s hands but it immediately shifts to his eyes when he notices Zack’s opened them.
Zack revels in seeing how weak the restraints that keep the animal caged behind those dilated pupils are and a smile pulls at his lips. Brian licks his own lips in response.
They both moan in unison as Zack’s middle finger disappears inside his body.
A minute and Zack adds a second finger.
Brian’s eyes are everywhere at once.
A third finger joins the others.
The fingers move back and forth, Zack shifts his body around in a practiced choreography, up and forward into his fist, down and backwards onto his digits.
He jerks and moans unabashedly under Brian’s predatory gaze, feet planted on the mattress, legs spread and hips raised, he fucks himself without any shame. It doesn’t take much for that familiar coiling sensation to build up in the pit of his insides, pleasure pooling deep inside of him.
It raises, raises, raises until it overflows and soon he’s bucking out of rhythm, breath coming out in short gasps, lips pursing and cheeks flushing deep crimson as he shoots his release onto his hand and stomach.
Witnessing his lover come is all that Brian needs to snap. Zack doesn’t even have the time to come down from his high that Brian’s lips are on his skin, fervently lapping up all the evidence of his orgasm from his stomach. He reaches for his hand and unashamedly sucks his fingers clean, moaning greedily around them before moving up to Zack's lips to share the fruit of his harvest with him.
Brian's hands are everywhere, now that Zack's not stopping him. They caress his legs, his chest, his shoulders, they move down from his back to cup his bottom, squeezing hard on the firm flesh. In a second, Zack's ankles are on his shoulders and Brian’s already sheathed halfway inside of him. Zack chuckles around a quiet moan and brings his hands up to frame his lover’s face, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. He lifts his mouth up and lays a gentle peck on Brian's lips.
“G’morning, Brian…”
Brian slows his frantic movements for just a second and, as he returns the gesture with an equally smitten chuckle, his voice is almost disbelieving.
“Good morning to you too, baby…”