“Better yet, I’ll come to you. Then you won’t have to worry.”

“You don’t have to—”

John had already hung up.

A mixture of excitement and apprehension crackled through Zack. It baffled him that John could still make him feel this way. He wondered if it would ever go away, and more importantly, if he wanted it to.

Zack looked around his apartment. His jacket was strewn on the floor, there were empty beer bottles on his coffee table, and he’d never before been more acutely aware of his faded, peeling wallpaper.

He hastened to clean up, though he knew there wasn’t enough bleach in the world to make his apartment look presentable. He got everything put away and flopped on the couch, attempting to look casual. There was no fooling his pulse, however.

He’d never imagined that the thought of seeing someone could get him so excited. And it wasn’t just the idea of potentially getting laid either. He couldn’t wait to look at John’s face and reacquaint himself with every rivulet of green in his blue eyes.

In what felt like no time at all, there was a knock at the door. Zack flew off the couch in a manner reminiscent of Peter Pan. He flung open the front door, and all his thoughts fell silent.

John was standing on the other side with his hands in his pockets, making jeans and a T-shirt look like a fashion statement.

“Hi,” John said, flashing a bright smile. “May I come in?”

“You’d better,” Zack muttered, dragging him into a kiss. John kissed back with enthusiasm, shuffling forward into the apartment. John fumbled with the door and slammed it behind him. Then he shoved Zack roughly against it. Zack’s cock filled with blood so quickly, it made him light-headed.

John skimmed his lips up Zack’s jawline and nibbled on his earlobe. “I love seeing you splayed out like this, so turned on you can barely stand.”

Zack groaned. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” John pushed off the wall, breaking their body contact, and Zack almost wailed.

John grinned in a way Zack could only describe as evil and asked, “So, do you want to talk about what was bothering you earlier?”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Zack growled. He grabbed John by the shoulders and pushed him back. “You are the worst tease on the planet, always getting me hard and then trying to have a serious conversation. Not this time.” Zack shoved him until the backs of his knees hit the couch, sending him toppling into a sitting position. Zack didn’t give him even a second to recover. He climbed onto him, straddling his hips, and pressed their mouths hotly together. John moaned, and the vibrations made Zack’s lips tingle.