They got out of the car, and Zack walked around to John’s side. John took his hand and led him toward the front door. Zack stared at their twined fingers and tried not to trip over his own feet.

They reached the house, and John let go of his hand long enough to pull out his keys. Zack took a quick look around while John unlocked the door. The house had a decent front porch, the kind he could imagine sipping coffee on before work in the morning. It even had a swinging bench at the far end. It had a sort of prim, New England feel to it that Zack liked, despite being strictly a West Coast man.

John was struggling to get the door unlocked in the dark. Part of Zack thought he should help him—use the flashlight app on his phone to light the way or something—but a much larger and more insistent part couldn’t resist the opportunity.

He got behind John and pressed against his back. John went still, and Zack moved his lips to John’s ear.

“Having trouble?” he asked, lowering his voice to a silky rumble.

John laughed breathily and said, “Is this your idea of helping?”

“Oh no,” Zack whispered. He slowly licked John’s ear. “If I wanted to help, I would never do this.” He slid one of his hands under John’s shirt and dragged his fingernails over John’s stomach.

John shivered, and Zack almost squeezed him reflexively. He’d always favored partners who were around his size, but right now, he was really enjoying his couple of inches of height advantage. It was intoxicating, being able to cover John’s whole body with his and feel John’s reactions from head to toe.

Zack slipped his hands down to John’s hips and guided them until John was flush against him. He ground his half-hard erection against John’s ass.

“Zack,” John said in a trembling voice, “if you’re not careful, I’m going to end up having sex with you on my own front porch.”

“Then you’d better get the door open,” Zack murmured, brushing his lips along John’s nape.

John moaned and redoubled his fight with the front door. Zack concentrated on kissing as much of his neck as he could reach. John had the most delicious, clean smell, like soap and sunshine. Zack couldn’t resist the urge to taste his skin.

Finally, John turned the key in the lock, and they stumbled inside.

After shutting the door behind them, John grabbed Zack’s hand and dragged him toward the back of the house. It was too dark for Zack to see much, but he caught glimpses here and there: kitchen, living room, and some doors off to the side. They reached a hallway and stumbled down to the end of it.