Zack understood what he meant. It felt like returning to the scene of the crime. But Zack knew what he needed. He kneeled on the sofa and crawled over John, forcing him to lie back. Zack kissed up his abdomen as he went, pausing to dip into his belly button. John made the softest, most erotic sounds in response, and by the time Zack reached his lips, he was so hard it hurt.

“This is exactly where I want to be,” Zack murmured against his skin. “Right here, with you, and by the time I’m finished, that whole horrible memory will be erased.”

“Fuck, I missed you,” John said again. He grabbed Zack by the hair and pulled him in for another bruising kiss. He wrapped his legs around him, bringing their groins hotly together. Zack ripped his mouth away and groaned, closing his eyes to better absorb the sensation. He rolled his hips on instinct, dragging his clothed erection against John’s. The pleasure that shot through him was so intense, it made him spasm.

“Here, let me,” John murmured, shoving a hand between them. He fumbled with Zack’s fly. Zack was still thrusting against him, and John huffed a laugh as his fingers kept slipping. “Stop moving.”

“I can’t.” Zack buried his face in the crook of John’s neck and inhaled. “It feels too good.”

“It’ll feel better if you let me get your jeans off.” He held Zack’s hips still with one hand and clumsily opened his pants with the other. His hand slithered into Zack’s underwear. Zack almost swooned when long fingers fisted around him.

“Fuck,” he panted, “don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t gonna.” John gave him a gentle squeeze and then started to pump. It was all Zack could do not to collapse on top of him. He felt like it had been years since John touched him, like he’d forgotten what true pleasure was in the interim. Like some missing part of him had come home.

Through a haze of arousal, Zack remembered he should be returning the favor. He reached for John’s sweatpants and pulled them down as far as he could. John’s erection bobbed up and slapped against his stomach. Zack swiped his thumb over the head, smearing a bead of pre-come, and fisted him. John’s hand faltered as he moaned, but he twisted his wrist in a way that nearly made Zack come right then and there.

“Jesus, John, I can’t wait much longer. How do you want to do this?”

John bucked his hips up, sliding his cock through Zack’s closed fist. “I don’t care. Whatever you want is fine. I just want—” He stopped short and opened his bleary blue eyes. “Wait, no. I want you to fuck me.”

Zack’s dick twitched in John’s hand. “Yeah?”