Fic: Warm (1/2)

[littleboycalico]

Title: Warm (1/2) (at AO3)
Word Count: 5340
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chris invites Zach to spend a long weekend with him at a vacation home in the Berkshires
Warnings: RPS. Not-too-graphic sex. Spooning. Lots and lots of fluff. Like, so much that you might drown in it.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
A/N: I had part of this written already when I saw that it also sort of fills this prompt for the Holiday Prompt Fest at pinto_fic.
A/N2: Dear Beans, Happy holidays!
ETA: It now has a Part 2!


After the seventh ring, Chris ran his hand through his hair and tugged at the ends. He and Zach rarely called each other, opting to text or e-mail instead, but he was running out of time. He hoped Zach wouldn’t be too alarmed when he checked his phone later and saw that he had four missed calls from Chris. With a sigh, he listened as Zach’s voicemail greeting ended with a beep.

“Hey, Zach. It’s Chris.”

He glanced around at the maze of boxes around his new living room and then down at his marble notebook open on the table in front of him. In huge block letters, he had written “BE SPONTANEOUS” right under where he had written down the instructions and the address his sister had rattled off to him earlier that day.

“Umm, weird story. Katie has this vacation timeshare and she’s been forfeiting all year cause she didn’t want to travel with the baby. She got stuck with this 4-day rental starting this weekend in the Berkshires and the friend she gave it to just backed out with the flu.” He took a deep breath, his fingers tracing over the words in his notebook. “I know it’s short notice, but I’m heading over and you’re sort of in that area so I thought maybe you’d like to take a couple days and, umm, come hang out with me... if you have time... anyway, yeah. I’m coming into JFK on a red eye... and I’m leaving for the airport soon.” He licked his lip. “Umm, this was a long message. Call or text me if you can. Bye, Zach.”

The uneasy feeling in his gut reminded him of the awkward and stilted message he left for the girl he wanted to ask to the junior prom. He tried not to think about how she had called back the next day and politely said no.

The plane landed with a few bobbles and bounces and Chris leaned his head back on the headrest, his hand already clutching his phone his lap. He turned his phone back on and watched as the numbers adjusted to east coast time. He stared at it intently, waiting for the flash that signaled he had a new text message.

“Come on,” he whispered. He involuntarily started to frown at his phone as he slowly and begrudgingly accepted that he was going to spend four days by himself in a “3-bedroom, quaint house with 2 baths, a fully functional kitchen, a fireplace and enclosed porch,” as the e-mail Katie forwarded to him had described. He fought the urge to slam his forehead into the headrest of the seat in front of him.

Suddenly, the little light on his phone flashed and the name “Zach” appeared on the screen. He jumped in his seat in surprise, almost dropping this phone. It was silly cause he didn’t even know what the text from Zach said, but seeing his name was enough to make him grin gleefully at his phone and at the middle-aged woman next seated to him, who startled at his movement.

“My friend texted,” he explained, holding his phone up. She nodded with a polite smile, much like the way New Yorkers do to potentially emotionally unstable strangers on the subway.

He turned his attention back to his phone and finally read the text:

hope we’re bringing marshmallows. text me and come by my apt after you land.

Chris was ecstatic that Zach would be coming with him to the Berkshires, but he felt the beginnings of a blush creep up his cheeks at the realization that he’d be spending a few days alone with Zach. He’d always found Zach attractive but he first became aware that his feelings for Zach had evolved from friendship to something more during his last trip to New York. He remembered laying in the grass next to Zach in Central Park, shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the sky and feeling blissfully content, like he could do this everyday and never grow tired of it. He remembered the stab of horror at the realization; he’d never felt that way before about anyone, much less someone who didn’t express any interest in him romantically.

But he’d now just invited Zach to what could be perceived as a romantic couple’s getaway in Massachusetts.

This has ‘bad idea’ written all over it, he thought.

He sent Zach a quick text to let him know that he had landed. Within a minute, Zach called back and Chris gave him some more details about the trip. Zach’s enthusiasm was contagious and he felt better after the phone call. He convinced himself to push aside his feelings and enjoy the long weekend with Zach.

After he collected his bag from the luggage carousel, he headed over to the car rental kiosks and picked up the keys. Standing outside, the sky over New York was changing from an early dawn violet to a bright blue as Chris pulled his coat tighter around him and rubbed his hands together. Winters were unforgivably cold in New York, and he would never understand how people chose to live in this kind of weather year after year. He giggled to himself when the Prius was brought to the curb; Zach would be proud.

Luckily, it was a Saturday and usual the morning rush into the city was just a thin trickle of traffic. With the help of the GPS, he arrived at Zach’s in slightly over half an hour and only had to circle around twice before he found a parking spot one street over. He crossed the street and looked up at the number on the buildings until he got to Zach’s. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to text Zach that he was downstairs. A few seconds passed and the door buzzed. Taking the stairs two at time, he got to Zach’s door just as he was flinging it open.

“Hey,” Zach greeted him and threw his arms around Chris.

“Hey,” Chris answered, smothering his cheek into Zach’s shoulder to hide his flush. He was embarrassed at how easily Zach could evoke this kind of reaction from him. Zach gave him a quick slap on the back before he pulled away.

“Are you tired? Do you want to nap for a bit before we hit the road?” Zach asked over his shoulder as he walked toward his bedroom. Following closely behind, Chris saw that Zach had various articles of clothing strewn all over his bed.

“I think I’ll be okay,” Chris mused. He hadn’t slept much on the plane, but he doubted he’d be able to sleep now. Leaning on the doorframe, Chris watched as Zach sorted through the shirts and sweaters and arranged them into arbitrary piles.

“Let me finish packing and you can have the bed while I go out and get some food to bring with us,” Zach suggested, folding an unfortunate sweater and tucking it into a duffle bag.

“I don’t need a nap,” Chris protested through a yawn. Zach grabbed him by the arm and steered to the side of the bed not covered with clothing. Soon, Chris was lying on his side, trying to keep his eyes open.

“Quit fighting it and just sleep,” Zach laughed.

Chris rubbed his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come to the store with you?”

“Sleep.” Zach walked over and poked his leg. “And Chris?” he asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Zach said. “I’m excited for this trip. It’s going to be fun,” he added.

Chris smiled and watched Zach pull on his coat on his way to the door. He closed his eyes and seconds later he was asleep.

Traffic was non-existent and despite being cold, it was a sunny and clear day. There was no iPod adapter in the car so they ended up scanning the radio and singing along with whatever they recognized or making words up for the songs they didn’t know. They talked about work, Chris’ new house, people they mutually knew, and rumors they’d heard about the sequel.

Soon, the scenery became more rural, with vast fields of tall grass that stretched to snow-tipped mountains in the distance. The three and a half hour drive flew by and the key pick-up at the managing office went smoothly. By the time they arrived at the house, it was mid-afternoon and they had heard Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” no less than half a dozen times.

The house was small, cottage-like, with white shutters framing the windows. It sat upon a few acres of lightly snow-covered land that was lined by trees, populated by numerous kinds of wildlife. At the far end of the property was a little frozen pond with two stone benches. It was on a quiet but not completely remote road, with a two other houses within sight, and Chris was relieved to find that he was able to get cell phone reception.

Chris unlocked the front door and they scrambled inside, dropping the bags of groceries with their backpacks and duffels as they peered around the living room, looking up at the wooden beams that ran across the ceiling. Oak chairs, tables, and other furniture occupied the room along with a large and comfortable looking couch. Tucked under the mantle that was built into the exposed-brick wall was a traditional fireplace with several charred logs. Scenic photographs and paintings of nearby landscapes, presumably by local artists, hung on the walls.

They began going through every room in the house, jumping on the beds, marveling at the views from the windows, and laughing like children.

“Chris!” Zach called from the bathroom upstairs. “Come check this out!” Chris hurried in and found Zach grinning at the Jacuzzi. The house may have appeared modest, but clearly the owners had modernized certain aspects of the cottage. Chris had noticed that the kitchen looked fairly new as well, with several stainless steel appliances.

Moments later, Chris had opened a hallway closet on the first floor. “Zach! Come quick!” Racing out of pantry, Zach slid in his sock-clad feet and crashed into Chris, hooking an arm around his friend’s. His hand reached out to steady them both.

“Oh my god. So many board games!” He turned and looked at Chris, who was bouncing on his feet.

Once they finished surveying the house, they settled into their rooms, Zach picking the bedroom on the first floor, just beyond the kitchen, and Chris taking one of the bedrooms upstairs. They were both too tired from their excitement to make dinner more complicated than a simple meal of pasta, a small salad, and wine.

Afterward, they cleaned up the kitchen and sprawled out on the couch. Zach’s foot was resting against Chris’ calf, and they were both flipping through the brochures scattered around them in an attempt to plan out the next couple days.

Zach stretched and yawned. “Is it just me, or did it get cold in here?”

“Hmm, maybe a little. Want to see if the fireplace works?”

Zach leapt gracefully off the couch and walked over to examine it. Minutes later, they were huddled on the floor in front of the crackling fire playing Scrabble. When Zach noticed Chris yawning constantly, he playfully kicked Chris’ foot and suggested that they call it a night. Chris covered his mouth as he yawned again and nodded. They put away the pieces and left the game box on the couch before putting out the flames in the fireplace and saying good night to each other.

Chris barely had the energy to change into his pajama pants before he burrowed under the blankets and sneezed.

His shivering woke him. It took a couple quick blinks for Chris to remember where he was and why he was freezing. Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his hands up and down his arms and turned on the light. His teeth chattered as he went around the room searching for the radiator, only to find it silent and cold as a block of ice in the far corner. He shuffled back to the bed to grab the fluffy comforter and blankets and wrapped it around his head and shoulders as he left the bedroom.

The rest of the house was just as cold and void of the hissing and bubbling noise the radiators should’ve been making. He hopped in place in front of Zach’s door and knocked lightly. When he didn’t hear anything, he knocked a little louder, calling Zach’s name softly. Finally, he cracked the door open and was greeted by a warm rush of air.

“Zach,” he said again. He slipped inside the room and closed the door. “Hey, Zach,” he repeated, pinching his friend’s toe.

Zach blinked up sleepily at him. “Mmhuh?”

“Hey, there’s something wrong with the radiators. There’s no heat in the house except in your room. Can I stay in here?” Chris whispered. He had already moved to the floor next to the bed and was making a nest with his blankets when Zach spoke.

“What?”

Chris looked up at Zach. “There’s no heat in my room.”

Several seconds went by as Zach processed what was going on. He reached down and plucked at Chris’ sleeve. “Plenty of room in here,” he mumbled and moved over in the bed.

Chris stared at Zach with wide eyes before shaking his head reluctantly. “I... I don’t, maybe it’s not.., you don’t have to--” he stuttered.

“You’re being stupid. I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor. Get in the bed.” Zach grumbled and rolled over onto his back.

Chris was done objecting. He quickly climbed into bed with Zach and kicked his legs out. With the warm blankets pulled up to his chin, he looked over at Zach and smiled, even though Zach’s eyes were closed. He was still shivering and was kicking his legs around to get comfortable when he bumped Zach’s feet.

“Jesus Christ! Are those your feet?!” Zach yelped.

Chris stilled. “Sorry,” he whispered.

Then, without warning, Zach was pressed up against his side, his hands groping under the covers, over Chris’ chest, down his arms.

“Whaaa--” Chris managed.

“Where are your hands?” Zach hissed. His warm hands found Chris’ and he squeezed gently. “You’re freezing.”

“Sorry,” Chris said again, but truthfully, it was difficult to be sorry when Zach’s hands were rubbing his.

“Turn,” Zach whispered, nudging his shoulder. Chris blinked at him. “Come on,” Zach said.

Chris turned so his back was to Zach and felt his friend’s warm body wrap behind his while insistent arms encircled his waist and covered his hands again. Even Zach’s feet found their way around Chris’ ankles. This was both awful and awesome at the same time.

Chris lay there tensely, trying not to shiver, his mind not quite able to comprehend what was happening. Zach’s spooning me.

“Zach?” Chris hesitated.

“Mmph.”

“Umm, thanks,” Chris whispered.

“Make me pancakes in the morning.” The reply was muffled into the skin at the base of Chris’ neck. The vibration resonated down his spine and Chris bit lip from moaning. He stopped breathing for a minute, trying unsuccessfully to stop himself from getting hard. He closed his eyes and prayed desperately for sleep, but it only made him all the more aware of the intimacy of situation.

He waited until Zach’s breathing deepened and tried to shift away from his friend. In the wiggling process, he accidentally brushed his ass against something stiff and blushed when he realized what it was. Chris could’ve convinced himself he imagined it, except Zach tipped his hips forward slightly into Chris’ bottom and moaned just a tiny bit into his neck. It took every ounce of willpower to not rub his ass on Zach, press his backside into the hardness underneath the flannel pants. He concentrated on continuing to gently extract himself from Zach’s arms without waking him. It was futile. Zach wasn’t letting him go. Chris sighed and relented.

Once he got over his panic, he found that he wasn’t cold anymore; Zach’s presence around him, his heartbeat against Chris’ back and his small puffs of breath on the back of his neck, had a soothing effect and soon Chris relaxed into the embrace. He focused on how nice it was to be held, feeling warm, cared for, and protected. Somewhere between consciousness and sleep, Chris deciding that it would be okay, that it could be his own little secret, if, for just tonight, he didn’t have to feel lonely and pretended that this was real.

Sometime during the night, he had twisted around because when he woke, he was facing Zach, who was still asleep, but it was his hand that was now resting loosely on Zach’s hip.

Chris sighed heavily, dropped his phone with a loud plastic clatter on the breakfast bar, and rubbed his hands over his face.

“Still no luck?” Zach asked. They were both wearing three layers of clothing and scarves.

Chris shook his head from behind his hands. “What are we going to do? The office isn’t open on Sundays,” he whined. “And I can’t find an emergency number anywhere,” Chris continued, gesturing at the printouts of Katie’s e-mails and the brochures in front of him.

“It’s okay, Chris. As along as my room is warm and this bathroom has hot water, we’ll be okay for another night,” Zach said softly.

Walking over to the breakfast bar, he sat next to Chris and pushed the plate of untouched pancakes and eggs closer to his friend.

“You made a yummy breakfast. You should eat it,” Zach suggested with a smile. “And when you’re done, we can go out and get some real coffee, cause I don’t know what this shit is,” he nodded toward the mugs of coffee Chris brewed earlier.

Chris chuckled. “There’s a reason why I to go LaMill.”

While Chris finished his breakfast, Zach fiddled around on his iPhone to see if there was a coffee place in town. They threw on their coats and hats and headed out to the car where they sat, shivering as their fingers hovered in front of the heat vents before they drove off.

Sunday morning in the small New England town was uneventful. After they parked on the main street, Chris went to pick up a copy of the New York Times from the bookstore and Zach headed a few storefronts down to the tea and coffee shop on the corner. The little bell chimed as Chris entered the coffee place and walked up to Zach at the counter with the newspaper tucked under his arm.

“I got our drinks to stay,” Zach whispered to him.

“Oh?” Chris asked, taking his sunglasses off. He glanced around and saw that the only other customers were the elderly couple sitting at a table near the front window.

“It’s quiet.” Zach shrugged and Chris nodded in agreement.

They stayed for a while, sitting at a small round table near the back, silently passing sections of the paper and the crossword back and forth before leaving and getting back into the car. Zach pulled out his phone and read driving directions to Chris, laughing and adamantly refusing to tell him where they were going.

Twenty minutes later, Chris pulled the car into the gravel lot in front of what looked like a long farmhouse, its red paint faded and worn. A child barreled out the door, followed by his mother, a bag of apples in one arm, her purse swinging from the other. Chris looked beyond the country-styled store and saw unending rows of short trees.

“An apple orchard? It’s December, I’m not picking apples in this weather.”

“There’re no apples to be picked this time of year, dummy. We’re going on a little walk. There’s a path that goes up that hill,” he pointed past the weathered farmstore and unbuckled his seat belt.

“Zach, it’s cold.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you bundled up.” Zach smirked and opened the car door.

Pulling his scarf tighter around his neck, Chris cursed under his breath and got out of the car. With a grin, Zach started exaggeratedly hop-skipping backward toward the foot of the path, watching Chris reluctantly follow.

“It won’t be so bad, I promise.”

Chris glared at Zach and jogged after him.

The uphill walk was turning out to be quite pleasant and was keeping Chris warm despite the cold temperature. Winding their way out of some barren apple trees, Zach trudged over to a picnic table, brushed off the dusting of snow, and sat on top of it with his feet resting on the bench. Chris examined the table warily. It looked cold and he knew his ass would freeze if he planted himself on it.

“Oh my god,” Zach groaned. “Would you just turn around?” He grabbed Chris by the arm and spun him so he could see the view.

They were at the top of a hill surrounded by other hills and mountains. Blankets of white covered armies of brown and green trees under a nearly cloudless blue sky. Chris sat next to Zach on the table and felt the sun warming his back.

“It’s beautiful up here,” Chris said quietly.

“Totally worth the hike, huh?”

He nodded and smiled at Zach. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Let that be a lesson.”

Zach slid closer to Chris as he bit the top of the mitten and yanked it off his left hand. He fished a ziplock bag out of his coat pocket and presented it to Chris, who gave him a confused look.

“Vegan chocolate chip cookies. Although. They’re kind of smashed now.”

Chris laughed and pulled his hand from his pocket to reach for the bag.

“Uhh, you aren’t wearing gloves?” Zach asked.

“I don’t have gloves.”

“The hell is wrong with you? Especially you, of all people, always being cold and whining about ‘where’s my scarf?’ Jesus Christ,” Zach admonished him playfully. He dropped the bag of cookies in Chris’ lap, put his mitten back on, and sandwiched Chris’ hands between his.

“You’re making a habit out of letting me keep you warm,” Zach said softly, his eyes focused on their hands.

Chris blushed. He always kind of thought his hands were bigger than Zach’s, but they currently seemed to be swallowed by Zach’s mitten-clad hands. He felt stupid and girly that his stomach was acknowledging this by doing little flips.

“You didn’t have to do that. Last night, I mean,” he mumbled into his scarf.

Zach tilted his head and chuckled. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

“Of course,” Chris agreed.

He looked up and saw that Zach was staring at him, an honest and gentle expression on his face. In the sunlight, Zach’s eyes appeared gold, his face so small and young, framed by his scarf and ugly purple beanie. Chris wanted to trace his finger down his pink nose. He wanted to say something, tell Zach that he wanted to kiss him last night, and maybe later, back at the house, maybe they could... but he just stared back. Then Zach blinked and Chris’ confession died on his tongue as the moment passed.

Zach cleared his throat. “Hand me a cookie?”

Slowly, Chris pulled his hands away from Zach’s and opened the bag with a small snap. He picked out the least smashed cookie and placed it on the upturned palm of Zach’s mitten.

“How are you going to eat that with a mitten?” Chris asked.

Without hesitation, Zach took off his other mitten and handed it to him. “Put it on,” he instructed softly.

Chris looked up at Zach from under his eyelashes, knowing that he was blushing again and hoped that Zach would think it was from the cold. He gratefully slipped the fleece-lined mitten on his hand and heard Zach chewing on the vegan cookie. The mitten was warm, just like everything else about Zach, Chris thought, and realized that he was now officially a love-struck thirteen-year-old girl.

They were standing on opposite sides of Zach’s bed, avoiding eye contact. Zach slipped into bed, Chris following, making sure to leave a good amount of space between them. The room fell silent as they both laid on their sides, backs to each other. If Chris was still enough, he could almost feel Zach’s heartbeat through the mattress they were sharing.

He shut his eyes and tried to not think about how gorgeous Zach looked earlier when they were sitting on the picnic table. Or the way the corner of Zach’s eyes crinkled when he laughed as they were dancing around to Christmas music and chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Or the way Zach had smiled at him over dinner, thanking him again for inviting him to the house.

Zach seemed happy and that made Chris feel good about this trip, even if nothing were to happen between them.

The bed dipped as Zach shifted.

“Chris, are you still awake?” Zach whispered hesitantly.

“I’m awake,” Chris whispered in reply.

There was a pause before he gasped at Zach’s touch, a fingertip on Chris’ back, slowly drawing something, a letter, then another, and another. Chris held his breath, concentrating on the words being spelled out on his back, wondering if Zach could feel his heart racing beneath his t-shirt. When Zach stopped, Chris strung together the words, a question, and flipped around in bed to face Zach.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

He hovered over Zach, cupped his face, and leaned forward to bring their lips together. It was slow, experimental. He covered Zach’s body with his as Zach’s hands worked their way under the back of Chris’ shirt, fingertips tracing little patterns everywhere on his skin. He felt the tip of Zach’s tongue along his bottom lip before Zach gently sucked his lip into his mouth. Chris’ ground his hips against his friend’s, making Zach gasp and toss his head back. Smiling into his skin, Chris kissed and nibbled his way down his neck while Zach’s hands gathered up the fabric at the hem of Chris’ shirt.

“Take this off,” Zach breathed.

“You take yours off, too,” Chris panted into the dip between his neck and his clavicle.

They separated for a second, Chris sitting back and straddling Zach’s thighs and Zach sitting up so they could frantically lose their shirts. As soon as he saw Zach untangle his gangly arm from his shirt, Chris pinned him down again, kissing him and smoothing his hands up his sides. Zach pulled away again.

“Still too much clothes.” He pushed gently at Chris, who propped himself up with one arm, but refused to move otherwise.

“You mean, the bottom half?” Chris asked confused.

“Yes, the bottom half. You know how this works, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I just, cause how, I mean, I don’t,” Chris fumbled, sitting back.

“Oh my god. You don't want to,” Zach whispered gravely and threw an arm over his face.

“No no no. That’s not what I meant. I want to, but I, uhh...”

Zach peaked at him. “You what.”

Chris stared at him.

“Chris, please just say--”

“I didn’t bring lube or condoms,” Chris blurted out.

It was Zach’s turn to stare. He shoved Chris off him and stumbled over to root around in his duffle bag. He tossed a tube and a strip of condoms onto the bed.

Chris blinked dumbly as he picked up the condoms. “You came prepared. That means you thought, I mean, how long have you--”

Zach poured himself into Chris’ lap and took his face in both his hands. “You’re adorable when you’re confused. But stop talking and get in my pants.”

Chris nodded and dumped Zach onto the bed. Their eager hands worked to take off each other’s pants and underwear until they were both naked and kneeling in the middle of the bed. Zach pounced on Chris, kissing him and licking into his mouth as his hands explored up his arms, across the back of his shoulders, down his backside to squeeze it appreciatively before rounding over his hip and belly. Chris felt like his skin was on fire in the chilly room. A hand cautiously wrapped around him, stroking it slowly, as if asking for permission, and Chris answered by jutting his hips forward, pressing himself against the hardness that was bobbing in front of Zach’s belly, and making him hiss.

Chris pushed at Zach’s shoulders until he was lying on his back. He felt Zach’s fingers in his hair as he placed a trail of kisses down his chest to his taut abdomen, his own fingertips teasing Zach’s nipples and brushing through the dark chest hair. He dragged the tip of his nose and his lips up Zach’s length, lifting his eyes to Zach’s as he breathed on the sensitive skin. The room filled with the sound of Zach’s whining and panting. Chris took him in his mouth, watching Zach watch him, and moaned when Zach bucked his hips in response to a sudden flick of Chris’ tongue.

“Chris,” Zach warned. “Want you inside me.” With frantic hands, he held up the lube and looked at Chris pleadingly.

Chris smiled and gave Zach one last lick before taking the lube from Zach. “Yeah?”

Zach nodded, tracing Chris’ bottom lip with his thumb.

The needy and impatient sounds coming from Zach made Chris aware that his gentle and thorough preparation was taking too long. Zach was shamelessly humping the air by the time Chris reached for the condom and Chris had to struggle and hold his hips still so he could press into him. Zach pulled his right knee up to his chest and Chris leaned forward, placing his right hand next to Zach’s head to support his weight. Slowly, he pushed in more as his left hand massaged Zach’s calf, extending the leg and hugging it to him.

A low moan escaped Chris when he was completely buried within Zach and he turned his head to rub and kiss the inside of Zach’s ankle before pulling back slightly and then pressing in again. He felt Zach’s hands squeezing his waist and then moving lower, gripping the sides of his thighs and feeling the way his muscles moved as he began canting his hips faster into Zach. His skin was so pale and smooth over his slender frame and long limbs, and his flexibility was just fucking hot that Chris had to close his eyes at one point to keep from coming right away. Chris was gasping and moaning along with Zach’s stuttered breathing when Zach began stroking himself rapidly. Seconds later, he watched Zach’s head tip back as he came over his fist and chest, clenching around Chris and sending him over the edge after him.

Chris felt Zach’s fingertips tracing along his spine as he lay collapsed on top of him. They stayed like that, chest to chest, synchronizing their heartbeats until their breathing slowed and their sweat cooled.

“You wanna get cleaned up?” Zach whispered.

Chris rolled off Zach and stood up on unsteady feet and reached out for Zach’s hand to help him off the bed. A cold blast of air hit them as they left the bedroom and hurried to the bathroom. Under the warm spray of the shower, Chris hugged Zach and tucked his head into the crook of his neck.

“We should call again about the heat tomorrow,” Zach suggested.

With a small hum, Chris mumbled sleepily, “Or we could stay in bed all day.” He felt Zach’s soapy hands gliding over his back and his shoulders.

“But there’s a Jacuzzi upstairs,” Zach said into his ear. “We should really take advantage of that.” He tapped playfully on Chris’ ass.

With wide eyes, Chris looked up at Zach. “I’ll call first thing in the morning,” he promised.

“That’s what I thought.” Zach grinned and Chris snuggled back into his warm embrace.

Part 2