You're So Alive {TABLE 38}
Summary: Jack whisks Zack away from a romantic weekend in . . .Brooklyn?
Disclaimer: In agreement with aLifeOfOurOwn; If I owned the boys I damn sure wouldn't be writing about them.
"Zachary, guess what!" Jack squealed upon seeing his boyfriend open the door.
"What's up, Jacky?" he replied with a clearly uninterested tone. Jack set a pout on his lips.
"You have to be excited if you want me to tell you,"
"Fine," Zack rolled his eyes. "What is it, Jack?!" he grinned. Jack skipped over and kissed the currently blond boys cheek.
"We're going to Brooklyn," Zack frowned in confusion.
"We have work and it's like a three hour drive we can't-"
"Yes, we can! I talked to Alex and he doesn't care and I already bought plane tickets." Jack grinned proudly. Zack conceded and went on with his questioning.
"Why are we going to Brooklyn?"
"You need a break," Jack sang.
"I do?" Zack questioned as Jack took his hand and pulled him towards the couch.
"Yep, and I'm going with you to make sure you keep up your exercising." Jack winked and Zack chuckled before pressing his lips to Jack's.
"Thanks, Jack. I do need this," Jack waved an arm dismissively and pulled Zack in for another kiss.
"Mm, you need to pack," The brunette muttered against his boyfriend's lips.
"When are we leaving?" Zack hoped to prolong packing and keep kissing Jack on the couch. Jack sat back and glanced towards the kitchen.
"Two hours," he admitted. Zack sighed and rolled over so Jack was underneath him.
"I'll be right back. Don't move," he growled, kissing Jack fiercely. Jack agreed, a playful smile on his lips as Zack dashed back to their bedroom. Zack returned with five minutes, gray duffel bag in hand. He tossed it towards Jack's black one and plopped beside said boy on the couch. Jack turned to Zack expectantly but Zack ignored it. Grabbing the remote he turned on MTV.
"Zack," Jack whisper sang. Zack turned his head innocently.
"Yea?" Jack raised his eyebrows curiously and Zack grinned expectantly. Jack took the hint and dove on top of the skinny blond.
"You little tease," Jack murmured between kisses.
"You love me," Zack managed to get out as Jack pulled his shirt off.
"Mostly, yea," Jack shrugged. Zack responded by flipping the boy over and grinding his hips into Jack's.
"Still love me?" he trilled. Jack nodded as his eyes shut in pleasure. Zack kicked off his pants and returned his attention to Jack's lips as Jack hooked his fingers over Zack's boxers.
"O- Oh, we really don't have time for this," Jack groaned. Zack slowed his grinding but didn't stop.
"We could," he trailed off trying to make up an excuse.
"Mile high club?" Jack chuckled. Zack nodded lazily.
"Sounds good," he sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. "Your heartbeat's fast," he noted after a moment of silence
"You do that to me," Jack admitted seriously. Zack turned his head up to look at Jack.
"Love you, Barakat," he muttered.
"Love you too, Merrick."
"We should go." Neither boy moved.
"Yep," Jack sighed. Zack pecked Jack's lips quickly and rolled off the couch.
"If we hurry, maybe we'll be lucky and the flight's early."
"Yea, okay," Jack rolled his eyes and set to pulling his clothes on. Zack chuckled and did the same.
"So, it's a forty-five minute flight. We'll land by five. What are we doing when we get there?" Zack still felt a little unsure about just up and leaving.
"You'll see," Jack winked quickly and grabbed his duffel. "Come on, boyfriend!" he shouted behind him as he exited the door, leaving it open for the older boy. Zack grab his bag and bounded after Jack, locking the door behind him quickly. They got to the airport and on their flight quickly.
"How long do we have to wait until we're a mile up?" Zack whispered in Jack's ear. Jack was watching the people on the tar mac. No one had the aisle seat and if Zack didn't love Jack so damn much he would of sat there.
"I think the plane has to take off first, babe," Jack chortled. Zack smiled innocently and rested his chin on Jack's shoulder.
"Do we really have to?" he whined. Jack shrugged.
"Let's," he murmured back. Zack wrinkled his nose and Jack kissed it softly. "It'll be better if we wait," he promised. Zack sighed and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. They continued playing tongue hockey until a stewardess cleared her throat loudly in front of them.
"Sorry," Jack smiled sweetly up at the girl while Zack kept his chin on Jack's shoulder and his eyes on Jack's.
"Can I get you boys anything?" she snarled.
"I think we're good, but thanks." Jack brushed her off kindly and returned his attention to Zack. When she'd yet to leave Jack decided to ignore her and indulged in Zack's lips once again. She scoffed in clear annoyance and Jack giggled into Zack's lips as he heard her heels stomp down the aisle. They continued to kiss- and resist jumping the other- as the plane took and leveled off.
"Follow me in two minutes," Zack breathed, sliding out of his seat and heading for the bathroom. Jack took a deep, anxious breath and counted to sixty. Instead of waiting the requested two minutes, Jack was up and moving at eighty-six seconds. He rapped on the door quickly and awaited for it to open.
"Excuse me, sir, but only one person is aloud in the bathrooms at a time." The stewardess was back and grinning like the cheshire cat. She enjoyed this. Jack narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing and returned to his seat. Five minutes later he decided to try again but it appeared the lady was standing guard outside Zack's bathroom. Jack found himself murmuring quite a few expletives as he returned to his seat once again, pulling out his phone and switching it to airplane mode. He messaged Zack, explaining the unfortunate situation. Zack returned to his seat in a very huffy state.
"I'm sorry-"
"It's not your fault," Zack cut him off. "We'll be in Brooklyn for a few days, yea?" Jack nodded. "Then, we've got plenty of time." Zack sighed satisfyingly. Jack smiled softly and snuggled into Zack's side.
"I love you," he sighed, feeling the need to let him know, again. Zack pulled Jack closer and shut his eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Jack slipped on his headphones and settled in contently.
The flight was short and the couple was exiting the airport excitedly within twenty minutes of landing. Jack pulled Zack to the nearest available cab and directed the driver towards their hotel. Instead of snuggling into Zack, like he had since the boy had arrived home that afternoon, Jack stayed beside the window watching the city around him.
After stopping at the hotel to drop off their bags Jack dragged Zack to the nearest club.
"I thought I was here to relax," Zack protested. He didn't particularly like clubs. At all.
"You needed a break. I never said anything about relaxing," Jack smirked as he ordered their drinks. Zack huffed, faking anger, but his smile reappeared as Jack laced fingers with him and tugged him towards a high top table. They sat drinking, people watching, and shamelessly flirting for almost an hour before Jack decided they were drunk enough to dance. On the dance floor the two stayed close but didn't get to intimate since people generally react badly to gay couples and Jack absolutely refuses to go to a gay bar. Halfway through their third song, Zack left to get shots. Jack entertained himself by dancing with the short, blond girl whose date had also disappeared for drinks.
"You're a great dancer," The girl began her attempt at subtle flirting. Jack was just about to utter a smitten reply when Zack materialized at his side.
"Yea, I've heard," Zack shouted back, handing Jack two shot glasses. "Drink up, babe." Jack smirked and they both downed their double shots quickly. Blond girl slipped away as Jack let the drinks take over and latched himself onto Zack seductively.
"Show me your moves, pretty boy," Zack teased.
"Here's my favorite move. I call it 'The Jack Attack.'" Zack stepped back, expectantly watching Jack and had to hold in his laughter as Jack broke into his rendition of The Robot.
"Amazing," Zack mouthed as Jack finished and looked up with pride in his eyes.
"You like that one? You're going to love my next move," Jack winked and Zack was instantly curious what could be better than Jack busting out The Robot in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
"Yea, what's that?" he asked. Jack slid across the floor and wrapped an arm around Zack's waist. Attaching their hips, Jack pulled Zack's lips into his own deeply. Zack almost pulled away in surprise. P D A wasn't big for them and this was major. "What do you call that one?" Zack asked, a soft laugh in his voice.
"Hmm, the prelude to tonight, maybe?" he teased. Zack grinned and ground his hips into Jack's, biting his lip tauntingly. Zack could barely contain himself and Jack let out a low moan in his ear. "Le- Let's just go n- now," Jack's voice faltered each time Zack pressed into the brunette boy and he loved the bedeviling.
"But, Jacky, you said you wanted to come and dance," Zack pouted and had to control himself again as Jack let out another groan. He bit his lip, this time in angst rather than to tease the perfect boy in front of him.
"Zack," he groaned in annoyance and Zack couldn't tease the boy, or himself, any longer. Without a single word, Zack laced his fingers with Jacks and guided them through the crowd. Jack followed silently, an excited smile on his lips.
"Oh, no, wait!" Zack shouted as one of their songs came on the radio. Jack groaned loudly and a spurt of laughter fell from Zack's lips. "Jack, listen!" he whined. The boy had to realize the perfection in this song playing here.
"What?!" Jack groaned again.
"Listen!" Zack hissed back. Jack quit moving and turned his ear toward the nearest speaker.
Take the streets all night,
'Cause we'll sleep all day.
When the world comes crashing down,
Who's ready to party?!
"Oh, damn," Jack mumbled.
"Jack, this is great! They're playing our music in clubs! Do you hear those backing vocals? That's you! That bass? It's me, Jack! That's us!" Zack could not stop his excited rambling. Jack did not share his boyfriends enthusiasm, though.
"They're playing this song in Brooklyn and it's making us sound like sell outs," Jack huffed angrily. Zack's excitement dipped instantly. If Jack's unhappy, then Zack's unhappy. That's the rule of thumb.
"Jacky," Zack deadpanned. "We are spending an amazing weekend in Brooklyn. We're about to go back to our hotel. Forget those who think we're sell outs. You know we aren't and we never will be. Now, come on," he instructed, slightly firmly, intertwining their hands and heading, again, for the door. Despite the alcohol, both boys could walk, mostly, clearly but neither was very coordinated after enough drinks and, trust me, they'd had enough. After stumbling the whole two blocks back to the hotel, the boys rode up the elevator in silence. Jack was bouncing on his heels, miraculously not falling over, and Zack was twisting his hand around Jack's over and over.
"Come on, come on, come on, com-"
"Jack," Zack laughed. The way Jack got repetitive when he was drunk you'd think he has OCD or something but Zack knew it was just one of Jack's adorable quirks.
"Sorry," he muttered, a crimson blush flooding his cheeks.
"Come on, gorgeous," Zack chuckled, gripping Jack's hand and stumbling along beside him towards their room.
"Key, key, key, k-"
"Jack," Zack said warningly. Jack stuck his tongue out at the blond and Zack responded by covering it with his own mouth in a deeply intimate kiss. All thoughts off the key lost, Zack pressed Jack against the door as he divulged in the boys mouth while Jack, too anxious to wait too, began grinding his hips into Zack's pleadingly. Zack moaned into Jack's mouth and desperately wanted to be inside the boy now. He remembered the key instantly and fumbled for it while his lips kept Jack distracted. Finally grasping it, he unlocked the door with near speed of light and wrapped his arms around Jack's waist before he fell backward, lips still connected. They toppled their way to the bed without ease but soon found themselves lying down.
"Z- Zack," Jack moaned as Zack removed the brunette's jeans and boxers in one tug. Zack yanked the lube from Jack's, thankfully, nearby duffel and slid off his owns pants in one swift move. He replaced himself on top of Jack and began nipping at the guitarist's neck while he inserted a single finger into the boy. Zack worked two more fingers in and received an almost immediate groan of annoyance from Jack. "Ju- Just do it," he gasped. Zack obliged, guessing he couldn't hold on much longer anyway. He covered himself and Jack before lining up carefully.
"You ready?" he breathed in Jack's ear.
"Yes," Jack half moaned. With no further ado, Zack began to thrust forward gently enough so it didn't hurt, but hard enough that it felt good. Zack paused once inside and that earned Zack another groan of annoyance from Jack. "D- Don't stop," he instructed firmly despite the slurring. Zack availed and began to thrust in and out forcefully. Moans escaped from both boys repeatedly. Zack steadied himself enough to reach down and fondle Jack sloppily but skillfully enough to have the boy moaning louder than himself.
"I can't- I'm c- Jac-" Zack moaned loudly, his lovers name emitting along with it, as he came happily. A few more quick thrusts and Jack was moaning Zack's name in the exact same tone of lust.
"Oh, God, Zack," Jack gasped happily as his spent body relaxed back on the bed. Zack had no words to reply with. Instead he let his spent body fall onto the bed beside Jack and try to catch it's breath. Jack rolled over so they were facing. The couple stared into each others eyes until they had caught their breath.
"I love you," Zack noted for the third time that day.
"I know," Jack smiled, kissing Zack's nose sweetly. "I love you too."
Disclaimer: In agreement with aLifeOfOurOwn; If I owned the boys I damn sure wouldn't be writing about them.
"Zachary, guess what!" Jack squealed upon seeing his boyfriend open the door.
"What's up, Jacky?" he replied with a clearly uninterested tone. Jack set a pout on his lips.
"You have to be excited if you want me to tell you,"
"Fine," Zack rolled his eyes. "What is it, Jack?!" he grinned. Jack skipped over and kissed the currently blond boys cheek.
"We're going to Brooklyn," Zack frowned in confusion.
"We have work and it's like a three hour drive we can't-"
"Yes, we can! I talked to Alex and he doesn't care and I already bought plane tickets." Jack grinned proudly. Zack conceded and went on with his questioning.
"Why are we going to Brooklyn?"
"You need a break," Jack sang.
"I do?" Zack questioned as Jack took his hand and pulled him towards the couch.
"Yep, and I'm going with you to make sure you keep up your exercising." Jack winked and Zack chuckled before pressing his lips to Jack's.
"Thanks, Jack. I do need this," Jack waved an arm dismissively and pulled Zack in for another kiss.
"Mm, you need to pack," The brunette muttered against his boyfriend's lips.
"When are we leaving?" Zack hoped to prolong packing and keep kissing Jack on the couch. Jack sat back and glanced towards the kitchen.
"Two hours," he admitted. Zack sighed and rolled over so Jack was underneath him.
"I'll be right back. Don't move," he growled, kissing Jack fiercely. Jack agreed, a playful smile on his lips as Zack dashed back to their bedroom. Zack returned with five minutes, gray duffel bag in hand. He tossed it towards Jack's black one and plopped beside said boy on the couch. Jack turned to Zack expectantly but Zack ignored it. Grabbing the remote he turned on MTV.
"Zack," Jack whisper sang. Zack turned his head innocently.
"Yea?" Jack raised his eyebrows curiously and Zack grinned expectantly. Jack took the hint and dove on top of the skinny blond.
"You little tease," Jack murmured between kisses.
"You love me," Zack managed to get out as Jack pulled his shirt off.
"Mostly, yea," Jack shrugged. Zack responded by flipping the boy over and grinding his hips into Jack's.
"Still love me?" he trilled. Jack nodded as his eyes shut in pleasure. Zack kicked off his pants and returned his attention to Jack's lips as Jack hooked his fingers over Zack's boxers.
"O- Oh, we really don't have time for this," Jack groaned. Zack slowed his grinding but didn't stop.
"We could," he trailed off trying to make up an excuse.
"Mile high club?" Jack chuckled. Zack nodded lazily.
"Sounds good," he sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. "Your heartbeat's fast," he noted after a moment of silence
"You do that to me," Jack admitted seriously. Zack turned his head up to look at Jack.
"Love you, Barakat," he muttered.
"Love you too, Merrick."
"We should go." Neither boy moved.
"Yep," Jack sighed. Zack pecked Jack's lips quickly and rolled off the couch.
"If we hurry, maybe we'll be lucky and the flight's early."
"Yea, okay," Jack rolled his eyes and set to pulling his clothes on. Zack chuckled and did the same.
"So, it's a forty-five minute flight. We'll land by five. What are we doing when we get there?" Zack still felt a little unsure about just up and leaving.
"You'll see," Jack winked quickly and grabbed his duffel. "Come on, boyfriend!" he shouted behind him as he exited the door, leaving it open for the older boy. Zack grab his bag and bounded after Jack, locking the door behind him quickly. They got to the airport and on their flight quickly.
"How long do we have to wait until we're a mile up?" Zack whispered in Jack's ear. Jack was watching the people on the tar mac. No one had the aisle seat and if Zack didn't love Jack so damn much he would of sat there.
"I think the plane has to take off first, babe," Jack chortled. Zack smiled innocently and rested his chin on Jack's shoulder.
"Do we really have to?" he whined. Jack shrugged.
"Let's," he murmured back. Zack wrinkled his nose and Jack kissed it softly. "It'll be better if we wait," he promised. Zack sighed and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. They continued playing tongue hockey until a stewardess cleared her throat loudly in front of them.
"Sorry," Jack smiled sweetly up at the girl while Zack kept his chin on Jack's shoulder and his eyes on Jack's.
"Can I get you boys anything?" she snarled.
"I think we're good, but thanks." Jack brushed her off kindly and returned his attention to Zack. When she'd yet to leave Jack decided to ignore her and indulged in Zack's lips once again. She scoffed in clear annoyance and Jack giggled into Zack's lips as he heard her heels stomp down the aisle. They continued to kiss- and resist jumping the other- as the plane took and leveled off.
"Follow me in two minutes," Zack breathed, sliding out of his seat and heading for the bathroom. Jack took a deep, anxious breath and counted to sixty. Instead of waiting the requested two minutes, Jack was up and moving at eighty-six seconds. He rapped on the door quickly and awaited for it to open.
"Excuse me, sir, but only one person is aloud in the bathrooms at a time." The stewardess was back and grinning like the cheshire cat. She enjoyed this. Jack narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing and returned to his seat. Five minutes later he decided to try again but it appeared the lady was standing guard outside Zack's bathroom. Jack found himself murmuring quite a few expletives as he returned to his seat once again, pulling out his phone and switching it to airplane mode. He messaged Zack, explaining the unfortunate situation. Zack returned to his seat in a very huffy state.
"I'm sorry-"
"It's not your fault," Zack cut him off. "We'll be in Brooklyn for a few days, yea?" Jack nodded. "Then, we've got plenty of time." Zack sighed satisfyingly. Jack smiled softly and snuggled into Zack's side.
"I love you," he sighed, feeling the need to let him know, again. Zack pulled Jack closer and shut his eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Jack slipped on his headphones and settled in contently.
The flight was short and the couple was exiting the airport excitedly within twenty minutes of landing. Jack pulled Zack to the nearest available cab and directed the driver towards their hotel. Instead of snuggling into Zack, like he had since the boy had arrived home that afternoon, Jack stayed beside the window watching the city around him.
After stopping at the hotel to drop off their bags Jack dragged Zack to the nearest club.
"I thought I was here to relax," Zack protested. He didn't particularly like clubs. At all.
"You needed a break. I never said anything about relaxing," Jack smirked as he ordered their drinks. Zack huffed, faking anger, but his smile reappeared as Jack laced fingers with him and tugged him towards a high top table. They sat drinking, people watching, and shamelessly flirting for almost an hour before Jack decided they were drunk enough to dance. On the dance floor the two stayed close but didn't get to intimate since people generally react badly to gay couples and Jack absolutely refuses to go to a gay bar. Halfway through their third song, Zack left to get shots. Jack entertained himself by dancing with the short, blond girl whose date had also disappeared for drinks.
"You're a great dancer," The girl began her attempt at subtle flirting. Jack was just about to utter a smitten reply when Zack materialized at his side.
"Yea, I've heard," Zack shouted back, handing Jack two shot glasses. "Drink up, babe." Jack smirked and they both downed their double shots quickly. Blond girl slipped away as Jack let the drinks take over and latched himself onto Zack seductively.
"Show me your moves, pretty boy," Zack teased.
"Here's my favorite move. I call it 'The Jack Attack.'" Zack stepped back, expectantly watching Jack and had to hold in his laughter as Jack broke into his rendition of The Robot.
"Amazing," Zack mouthed as Jack finished and looked up with pride in his eyes.
"You like that one? You're going to love my next move," Jack winked and Zack was instantly curious what could be better than Jack busting out The Robot in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
"Yea, what's that?" he asked. Jack slid across the floor and wrapped an arm around Zack's waist. Attaching their hips, Jack pulled Zack's lips into his own deeply. Zack almost pulled away in surprise. P D A wasn't big for them and this was major. "What do you call that one?" Zack asked, a soft laugh in his voice.
"Hmm, the prelude to tonight, maybe?" he teased. Zack grinned and ground his hips into Jack's, biting his lip tauntingly. Zack could barely contain himself and Jack let out a low moan in his ear. "Le- Let's just go n- now," Jack's voice faltered each time Zack pressed into the brunette boy and he loved the bedeviling.
"But, Jacky, you said you wanted to come and dance," Zack pouted and had to control himself again as Jack let out another groan. He bit his lip, this time in angst rather than to tease the perfect boy in front of him.
"Zack," he groaned in annoyance and Zack couldn't tease the boy, or himself, any longer. Without a single word, Zack laced his fingers with Jacks and guided them through the crowd. Jack followed silently, an excited smile on his lips.
"Oh, no, wait!" Zack shouted as one of their songs came on the radio. Jack groaned loudly and a spurt of laughter fell from Zack's lips. "Jack, listen!" he whined. The boy had to realize the perfection in this song playing here.
"What?!" Jack groaned again.
"Listen!" Zack hissed back. Jack quit moving and turned his ear toward the nearest speaker.
Take the streets all night,
'Cause we'll sleep all day.
When the world comes crashing down,
Who's ready to party?!
"Oh, damn," Jack mumbled.
"Jack, this is great! They're playing our music in clubs! Do you hear those backing vocals? That's you! That bass? It's me, Jack! That's us!" Zack could not stop his excited rambling. Jack did not share his boyfriends enthusiasm, though.
"They're playing this song in Brooklyn and it's making us sound like sell outs," Jack huffed angrily. Zack's excitement dipped instantly. If Jack's unhappy, then Zack's unhappy. That's the rule of thumb.
"Jacky," Zack deadpanned. "We are spending an amazing weekend in Brooklyn. We're about to go back to our hotel. Forget those who think we're sell outs. You know we aren't and we never will be. Now, come on," he instructed, slightly firmly, intertwining their hands and heading, again, for the door. Despite the alcohol, both boys could walk, mostly, clearly but neither was very coordinated after enough drinks and, trust me, they'd had enough. After stumbling the whole two blocks back to the hotel, the boys rode up the elevator in silence. Jack was bouncing on his heels, miraculously not falling over, and Zack was twisting his hand around Jack's over and over.
"Come on, come on, come on, com-"
"Jack," Zack laughed. The way Jack got repetitive when he was drunk you'd think he has OCD or something but Zack knew it was just one of Jack's adorable quirks.
"Sorry," he muttered, a crimson blush flooding his cheeks.
"Come on, gorgeous," Zack chuckled, gripping Jack's hand and stumbling along beside him towards their room.
"Key, key, key, k-"
"Jack," Zack said warningly. Jack stuck his tongue out at the blond and Zack responded by covering it with his own mouth in a deeply intimate kiss. All thoughts off the key lost, Zack pressed Jack against the door as he divulged in the boys mouth while Jack, too anxious to wait too, began grinding his hips into Zack's pleadingly. Zack moaned into Jack's mouth and desperately wanted to be inside the boy now. He remembered the key instantly and fumbled for it while his lips kept Jack distracted. Finally grasping it, he unlocked the door with near speed of light and wrapped his arms around Jack's waist before he fell backward, lips still connected. They toppled their way to the bed without ease but soon found themselves lying down.
"Z- Zack," Jack moaned as Zack removed the brunette's jeans and boxers in one tug. Zack yanked the lube from Jack's, thankfully, nearby duffel and slid off his owns pants in one swift move. He replaced himself on top of Jack and began nipping at the guitarist's neck while he inserted a single finger into the boy. Zack worked two more fingers in and received an almost immediate groan of annoyance from Jack. "Ju- Just do it," he gasped. Zack obliged, guessing he couldn't hold on much longer anyway. He covered himself and Jack before lining up carefully.
"You ready?" he breathed in Jack's ear.
"Yes," Jack half moaned. With no further ado, Zack began to thrust forward gently enough so it didn't hurt, but hard enough that it felt good. Zack paused once inside and that earned Zack another groan of annoyance from Jack. "D- Don't stop," he instructed firmly despite the slurring. Zack availed and began to thrust in and out forcefully. Moans escaped from both boys repeatedly. Zack steadied himself enough to reach down and fondle Jack sloppily but skillfully enough to have the boy moaning louder than himself.
"I can't- I'm c- Jac-" Zack moaned loudly, his lovers name emitting along with it, as he came happily. A few more quick thrusts and Jack was moaning Zack's name in the exact same tone of lust.
"Oh, God, Zack," Jack gasped happily as his spent body relaxed back on the bed. Zack had no words to reply with. Instead he let his spent body fall onto the bed beside Jack and try to catch it's breath. Jack rolled over so they were facing. The couple stared into each others eyes until they had caught their breath.
"I love you," Zack noted for the third time that day.
"I know," Jack smiled, kissing Zack's nose sweetly. "I love you too."