“Please, we have to be quiet,” John begged. “If my parents hear what we’re doing . . .”

Zack swore under his breath. The thought of being caught added a new level of sexiness to the fantasy.

“Get under the covers,” Zack ordered. “And take off your pajamas. I want to feel your skin.”

“Yes, please,” John panted. “Don’t stop.”

“I strip my own clothes off and throw your blanket over us,” Zack said. “The air quickly grows hot from our ragged breaths. It feels like we’re cut off from the rest of the world, in our own private bubble. I start kissing every part of you that I can reach, from your neck to your collarbones to your chest. Your skin smells like salt and sweat, and I can’t help but dart my tongue out to taste it. I move my legs so that I’m straddling your hips, and our erections align. Everything feels so good, from your skin to your velvety-hot cock rubbing against mine. I even love how solid your body feels beneath me. It makes me want to press you into the mattress and fuck you raw.”

“Wesley,” John sobbed, “do it. I want you to.”

Zack feigned hesitation. “You’d really let me? But you just said your parents might hear us.”

“I don’t care. I want you so badly. Please fuck me.”

“I don’t have any lube,” Zack protested. “I didn’t—I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to—”

“I don’t mind. I don’t need it. I just need you.”

“Fuck,” Zack said in a dazed voice, “and you’d let me, wouldn’t you? You’d let me fuck you however I wanted, without lube and everything. You dirty thing, I bet you’d love it too.”

“Yes,” John pleaded. “I love everything you do to me.”

“Okay,” Zack murmured, “okay, but just a little. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care what you do, just do something.”

Zack drew a shuddering breath. “I reach for your dick and fist it, giving it a long, slow stroke. It’s wet with pre-come, and I coat my hand with it while leisurely jacking you off. I love how tense you are beneath me, taut and quivering. Your eyes are clenched shut, and I can tell you’re trying not to fly apart into a thousand pieces. Once my hand is wet enough, I slide it beneath you and probe at your hole with my slick fingers. You’re too tense, so I bend down and kiss you deeply until you start to relax. Then I smear your own pre-come around your entrance until I can push in. You’re so hot inside, even hotter than your skin, and the way you clench around my finger goes straight to my cock. God, I want to fuck you.”

“Then do it already,” John grunted.

Zack shivered. “It’s not enough, John. Just pre-come, sweat, and one finger.”

“You don’t understand. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t. Wesley, fuck me now!”

“Christ, okay, but remember you asked for this.” Zack closed his eyes and let the fantasy engulf him in a cloud of hazy desire. “I roll you over until you’re on your hands and knees. You’re supple and fuckable beneath me as I press my chest to your back. I use my left hand to line my cock up with your hole while my other hand reaches under you. I press the head against you, but you’re too tense for me to slide in. I stroke you until you’re distracted enough for me to pop into you, just a little, just like I said, but then you feel so good I sink in deeper without meaning to. You make an incoherent noise, and at first I think I’ve hurt you. Then you start moaning. I shove my hand against your mouth to muffle the noise. You bite down on it, and the sharp feel of your teeth digging into my skin makes me want to fuck you mercilessly.”