After several minutes of tense walking—anticipation thrumming in the air, and every accidental brush of their hands sending sparks flying between them—John pointed to a white Lexus parked beneath a row of trees. The only other car was a block down and on the other side of the road. Zack surveyed the coffee shop. It was closed, thank God, and as far as he could tell, there were no wayward employees still cleaning up inside. Along the curb, the trees cast inky-black shadows. It was the closest thing to privacy that Zack could have hoped for.

John pulled out his keys with shaking fingers. He hit a button, and the car’s headlights flashed. There was a faint clicking sound as the doors unlocked.

John stopped and regarded Zack tentatively. The question on his face was clear, as was a mixture of hesitance and unabashed want. The air between them crackled.

Zack wet his lips and asked what they were both thinking: “Backseat?”

“God, yes.” John’s eyes smoldered. He started to crowd Zack against the door, but Zack took charge this time. He kissed John fiercely while he fumbled with the door handle. When he managed to get it open, he shoved John inside and climbed after him, slamming the door behind them. They fused like metal. John hauled him on top. He smeared their lips together in a messy, desperate kiss.

Zack kissed back as best he could while his brain was clouded with desire. John was sprawled beautifully across the seats, and all Zack wanted to do was strip him and taste every inch of his skin. Zack knelt over him, resting his palms on the supple leather seats, and though it was a bit cramped, they were finally, finally alone. Zack wanted to make this last, but he knew there was no way in hell that was going to happen. He’d been waiting for way too long. The tension in his body felt like it was going to snap him in half if he didn’t do something soon. He just needed to get off. He could worry about taking his time later. John was pliable beneath him, just begging to be fucked, and Zack was tired of acting civilized.

John canted his hips up, searching for contact. He didn’t seem to be able to articulate what he wanted, and there was something excruciatingly hot about that. Zack reached down and cupped him through his pants. The thin, silky fabric did nothing to keep Zack from feeling exactly how hot and hard John’s dick was. Zack’s mouth watered.