Zack broke the kiss long enough to say, “If you don’t want to fuck, tell me now.” He leaned down so he could suck on John’s neck. “We can talk if you really want to.”

“No, I was just being a dick before,” John gasped, craning his head back so Zack could reach more of his skin. “I want to. God, I want to.”

“Are you sure?” Zack swirled his tongue around John’s Adam’s apple before nibbling on it. The noise John made in response was divine. “Because I can be a tease too, if that’s how you want to play it.”

“Please don’t,” John begged. “I’m so hard, I couldn’t take it. Here, feel.”

John grabbed his hand and dragged it over the growing bulge in his jeans, rolling his hips up so it fit perfectly into Zack’s palm. Zack swallowed, and his vision blurred as arousal buzzed through him.

“Please,” John whispered again. He pressed Zack’s hand down harder and rubbed himself against it. “Touch me.”

There was no way Zack could have said no. His jeans felt like a prison sentence. He rocked his hips against John’s and hissed at the harsh friction.

“Christ,” John panted, “can you—can we—”

“Yeah,” Zack agreed shakily. “Just let me . . .” He fumbled with their flies. Through some small miracle, he managed to get them open and pulled out John’s erection first.

John jerked like he’d been electrocuted, but he moaned beautifully. His voice was honeyed and languorous. He opened his eyes and looked at Zack with pupils that had completely overtaken his irises. Zack stared at his flushed face, too mesmerized to realize John had shoved a hand into his pants until he felt fingers curling around his dick. Zack bit back a groan of pleasure. His attention narrowed to his groin and the feel of John’s hand pulling him out of his underwear.

“Where should we do this?” John asked. His fist pumped Zack in time to his words. It was agonizing and wonderful. “Your room?”

“Fuck, no, I can’t move,” Zack gasped. He gripped John’s shoulders tightly as John continued to fist his cock. Zack felt like anything could set him off right now: a word, a touch, a light breeze. But he wasn’t ready to come yet. “It’s not enough. I want . . . I want to . . .” He made a frustrated sound, unable to vocalize what his body was craving.

John’s hand left his cock, and Zack almost sobbed with a mixture of relief and misery. John shifted his hips, strong thigh muscles flexing in a way that was so hot it hurt, until he could slide his hand into his right pocket. He pulled out a condom and a packet of lube.

He held them up in front of Zack’s face and all but growled, “Ride me.”