“Yeah.” He wet his lips slowly, knowing Zack was watching. “I want to be as close to you as I can be.”

Zack whimpered. “Jesus, the things you do to me.” He forced himself to sit up. “Lube? Condoms?”

John nodded toward the hallway. “Bedroom. You remember where.”

Zack would never forget.

He stood up, peeled his jeans and shirt off, and hastened to the bedroom for supplies. When he returned, John was naked and lounging on the couch. Zack couldn’t decide which he more resembled, a Greek statue or a jungle cat. He was poised somewhere between chiseled marble and liquid grace. Zack stared at him until the ache in his groin urged action.

As soon as Zack approached, John tugged his boxers down, letting them pool at his feet. Then John propped himself on his elbow, leaned forward, and blew on the head of Zack’s cock. Zack felt the light sensation throughout his whole body, like a ripple. He grabbed his cock and squeezed to keep his orgasm at bay. His skin barely gave at all when he touched it.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Zack commanded.

John’s eyes darkened with desire, and he scrambled to comply. He propped his upper body on the arm of the couch, leaving Zack with plenty of room to get behind him.

Zack dumped the lube and condom onto the cushions and draped himself over John. His desire to touch was overriding even his desire to get laid. He wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on John’s back, enjoying the heat and how solid John felt.

John turned around enough to kiss him, and Zack lost himself in the slick, honeyed slide of their tongues. Then John shifted, and Zack’s cock rubbed against his ass. He hissed. Just that little bit of friction was enough to remind him of what he really wanted: to bury himself as deeply in John as he could.

Zack pushed himself into a kneeling position and reached for the lube. John twisted to watch him open the bottle and smear some of its contents onto his fingers. John was breathing hard, and Zack rubbed his back with a clean hand.

“Relax,” he said. “Don’t be nervous.”

“It’s not that,” John rasped. His pupils were enormous. “It’s just— I’ve already said it, but I want to keep telling you. I’m so glad you’re back.”

Zack sucked in a breath. He shook his head to clear it and focused on preparing John. He slathered lube over John’s hole and slowly eased a slick finger inside.

John was a panting mess by the time Zack had two fingers in. The slightest touch made him quiver and moan. His whole body blushed pink, and though Zack couldn’t see his face, he could tell from the tension in his shoulders that John was in ecstasy.