John opened a door to the left and brushed his hand along the wall until he found a light switch. Zack blinked against the sudden brightness. They were in a large bedroom with mahogany furniture and a gray bed piled high with pillows. Zack suddenly remembered all the times he’d heard what sounded like shifting fabric while John was on the phone with him. Perhaps John had been lying on this bed, touching himself to the sound of Zack’s voice.

The thought made his mouth water.

John walked into the room and turned to face him. “Well, this is it.” He looked a bit shy. It was a marked difference from his usual confidence. Zack couldn’t help but grin.

He closed the distance between them again and skated his hands up John’s chest. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”

Zack slid John’s suit jacket from his shoulders and let it fall to the carpet. John watched rapturously as Zack started unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like he was ready to pounce again, but he managed to wait while Zack stripped him from the waist up.

“Your shirt really is ruined,” Zack said. “I’d apologize, but I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry.”

“Good,” John said throatily. “It was worth it.”

The corner of Zack’s mouth turned up. He didn’t comment, instead turning his attention to John’s now-bare torso. John didn’t look it when he was clothed, but he was more fit than Zack. His abs carved deep grooves into his skin, and the bulge of his arm muscles was obvious even when he wasn’t flexing. Zack couldn’t resist reaching out and tracing a single finger over his taut stomach, mapping the planes and dips. John quivered but let him explore uninterrupted.

Zack unbuckled John’s belt in one fluid motion and divested him of his trousers just as quickly. As he watched, John fingered the waistband of his tight underwear and then slid the fabric down.

Zack licked his lips. “I’d ask if you’re happy to see me, but—”

“Shut up and get naked,” John said. “I’m tired of being the only one.”

Zack obeyed, toeing his shoes off and removing his jacket and shirt. John touched his chest reverently, trailing a hand up his arm, along his collarbone, and down to circle around one nipple. He laughed quietly. “God, you have freckles everywhere.”

“Wanna see the rest?” Zack teased. He undid his jeans. He was in serious danger of popping a seam, he was so hard. He kicked off the last of his clothing, and then they were standing gloriously naked together.

Zack couldn’t help but stare. John’s body was beautiful from head to toe: long, elegant lines, slim musculature, and milky skin. Zack wanted to leave livid red marks all over it.