John cried out, arching his back. Zack paused, wondering if he’d somehow hurt him, but then John gritted out, “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Zack couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. There was nothing but sweat and pre-come to ease the way, but it was enough. Zack thrust shallowly against John in time with his strokes. John had his hands over his eyes.

Zack leaned down and kissed his jaw. “All right?”

John nodded. “Yes, definitely, but if I look at you, I’m going to come.”

Zack’s cock twitched at his words. This wasn’t going to last much longer.

“So come.” The hunger in his tone was undeniable.

John cracked an eye open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m nearly there too.”

John grunted. His hand joined Zack’s. Together, they wrapped completely around their erections.

“Fuck your fist,” John commanded. “Just like this.” He thrust, sliding in and out of the channel formed by their fingers. Zack was suddenly right on the edge.

He moved with John, rolling his pelvis slowly at first and then gaining speed as searing pleasure built up in him. The car swayed with their motions. Anyone who glanced at it would be able to tell what was going on inside, but Zack didn’t care. He was so close now, so close, just a little more.

“Oh God,” John babbled, his eyes clenched shut. “Zack, ah, you feel so good. I’m gonna come, and when we get back to my place . . .” He opened his eyes and looked at Zack with burning intensity. “I want you to fuck me.”

Zack didn’t orgasm so much as dissolve into pleasure. It wasn’t the longest he’d ever had, and between the cramped space and the weird angle, it was far from the most comfortable, but Zack had never felt such complete satisfaction before. It was like a trigger had been released deep within him, launching him into a full-body high. It ricocheted through him, radiating out from his groin into every vein, every sinew, every strand of hair.

By the time it was over, Zack was weak. He opened his eyes just in time to watch John breathe heavily through the remnants of his own orgasm. His eyes were lidded, his hair was a disheveled mess, and his skin shone with a healthy film of sweat. The evidence was splattered all over his clothes. In short: he looked like a living wet dream.

Even though Zack had just come—and spectacularly at that—his cock pulsed at the sight. It was almost painful to be turned on again so soon, but he couldn’t help it. John was pushing all of Zack’s buttons at once. He had a feeling his recovery period was going to be put to the test.

Zack gave John a chance to catch his breath and then asked, “Good?”

John nodded and opened one bleary eye to look at him. “Very.”