Zack coaxed John’s mouth open with his lips. As soon as tongues became involved, Zack decided he could spend the rest of his life kissing John. It felt incredible: slick and warm and soft. John tasted like whiskey and kissed like he wanted to ruin Zack’s life. He was subtle—a flash of tongue, a playful nibble—and all the while his lips never stopped their sweet, slow slide against Zack’s.

God, if he was as good at fucking as he was at kissing, Zack was in for one hell of a night.

Zack tore his mouth away with a gasp. He’d been trying not to get too excited while they were still in public, but if they kept kissing, he wasn’t going to be able to hide it anymore. His jeans were already tight, and he couldn’t walk through the streets of LA sporting an obvious erection.

“John,” he said. His voice cracked. “How far is your car?”

“Not far,” John replied. His mouth was bruised red like crushed grapes.

Zack shivered. He wanted to push John to the gritty asphalt and see those lips wrapped around his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“Where is your car?” he asked again with more force.

“Maybe five blocks from here.”

“Is it parked on the street?”

John looked toward the mouth of the alley. Zack took the opportunity to drink him in. He was rumpled and flushed in a way that screamed S-E-X. Warm, gloating pleasure washed through Zack. He loved the idea that he’d managed to leave his mark all over John and hadn’t even gotten him naked yet.

John answered, “Yeah, I parked in front of a coffee shop.”

Zack cursed. If it was one of those late-night places, his plans would be ruined. “Well, we’ll just have to see.”

John started to question him, but Zack fisted his hands in the front of his suit and hauled him in for another passionate kiss. John didn’t attempt to resist. Zack pulled away after a second, however, and put some space between them. “Lead the way, and be quick about it, or we’re not going to make it that far.”

John staggered ahead, looking dazed and thoroughly debauched. Zack would have been smug about it if he weren’t weak in the knees himself.