Especially with Micah’s sweet gasps and hot little whimpers egging him on.
“Oh God… oh please… that’s… can you… Zach, do my nipples now.” Micah clutched at his shoulders and pushed him down. “Please.”
Zach grinned against Micah’s heated skin, dragging his mouth lower, as requested. Micah did have sensitive nipples, and damn if Micah’s oh-so-polite version of pushy didn’t turn him on even more. Zach flattened his tongue, pressing against the little nubs until they jutted up and begged to be sucked. Loving that when he did, Micah moaned, writhing beneath him and begging for more.
“I love that… love your tongue,” Micah gasped, his hands clenching around Zach’s head to hold him in place. “Oh my God, Zach. It feels good everywhere.”
Zach laughed. “I can do that.”
“No,” Micah blurted, forcing Zach’s head up.
Zach raised an eyebrow. “No? I really want to taste you, baby. I love it when you’re in my mouth.”
Micah’s pretty mouth fell open, and his cock jerked between them, nudging Zach’s and making him groan.
“I swear to God,” Micah said, breathing hard. “If your mouth touches my dick right now, I’m… I’m going to come, Zach. Like, right away.”
Zach rocked his hips forward, loving the way it instantly made Micah’s eyes roll back in his head. And—Jesus, yes—also loving the way it fucking felt. Micah’s cock was rock-hard and already wet, precum leaking in a lush stream that made grinding against him feel like slick, slippery heaven.
And fuck yes, it made Zach want to taste it, too.
Kind of desperately.
“Perfect,” Zach said, giving Micah a hot smile before starting to kiss his way down Micah’s body again. “Because I love it when you come for me, baby. Let me—”
“I love it, too,” Micah said, tugging him back up. “But it’s been so long, and I want… I want… Zach. Oh my God, I can’t think when you do that.”
Zach grinned, rolling his hips again.
“I just really want to come with you inside me this time,” Micah managed. “Please? I love how you fill me up. You’re so big, and it feels so good when you’re all the way insi—mmph.”
Zach groaned, crushing their mouths together. Micah wanted to be fucked? Oh, hell, yes. That’s what Zach had meant to do when they’d headed back here in the first place, but he’d gotten sidetracked by all those pretty little moans and the sweet, sweet feel of Micah’s cock—slippery and mouthwatering and just begging to be sucked.
But that could definitely wait. He would always give Micah what he asked for.
Always.
Zach rolled off, planting one last hard kiss on Micah’s mouth before turning toward the nightstand and going for the lube.
Micah scrambled around on the bed behind him, never one to wait around passively, and ran his hands over Zach’s back while he fished around in the drawer.
“So that’s a yes, right?” Micah teased, leaning over to bite at the back of Zach’s neck. “Because it feels amazing to come that way.”
Jesus. Zach’s cock jerked hard against his stomach.
“Always a yes, Micah.”
Micah was kissing his way down Zach’s spine, not that it seemed to stop his mouth from going a mile a minute and threatening to make Zach come from his words alone.
“Especially when you start going hard? Oh my God, that’s the best, Zach. You always know just how to do it, too. Especially when you sort of fold me in half and do that thing? You know?”
Zach groaned. Yeah. He knew. And he wanted to be doing it right… fucking… now.
Where the fuck was the lube?
“And when I start coming like that?” Micah said, his breathing getting choppy and excited as his hands skimmed over the curve of Zach’s ass, driving him crazy. “I can’t even stop it. It’s like a tidal wave or something, turning me inside out. I feel it everywhere. And when you come inside me, too? That’s so hot. I love feeling that. Oh my God, I really need you inside me, Zach. I need…”
Micah’s hands went still at the same time his mouth did.
And then…
“Oh my God. Zach, you have a bird on your butt!”
“Yeah,” Zach said, finally finding the lube and rolling back over to face him. He grinned at Micah’s shocked expression. Fucking adorable. “I was wondering if you’d seen that.”
Micah blushed. “Um, I guess I don’t usually look at you during sex? I mean, I do a little, but it’s kind of distracting. And I haven’t really seen much of your butt, at least not naked, because every time you take your clothes off, you’re usually…”
The flush on Micah’s skin deepened as his voice faded away. Not the red of embarrassment.
And damn, that was sexy.
Zach groaned. Of course Micah had missed his tattoo. Not just because he tended to overlook visual things, but because usually, when Zach was naked, he had Micah bent over in front of him… or on his lap, riding his cock… or in front of him, or below him—hell, even above him—clutching at his hair while Zach sucked him off.
“Because usually, if I’m naked, I’m fucking you,” he said, voice dropping low as he finished Micah’s sentence for him. Fucking Christ, if he thought he’d been turned on before, now his cock felt like it had swollen to three times its size.
Micah nodded, panting as he pressed closer.
“Please, Zach, oh my God. Your bird distracted me, but I need you so bad right now. Please do it.”
Zach laughed, flipping open the cap of the lube. Yes. Yes. Always yes.
“Spread your legs, Micah.”
Micah’s breath hitched as he scrambled backward, opening himself wide.
“I didn’t even know you had any tattoos,” he said, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking as he eyed Zach through his pale lashes. “I’m definitely going to have to look at you naked more often. It is a bird, right?”
“It is.” Zach slicked his fingers with lube, kneeling between Micah’s legs. “I thought it was a mistake when I got it, but I was wrong. Pull your knees back for me, baby. You’re torturing me, here.”
Micah’s eyes went wide, pupils blown, and he let go of his cock and grabbed his knees, rocking back into position.
Jesus.
He was fucking beautiful.
“Your bird was a mistake?” he asked, his breath starting to come faster as he looked up at Zach, his cock leaking over his stomach like an invitation.
Zach wanted to lick it clean.
He wanted to answer Micah’s question, too—it wasn’t just a bird, and he knew now that it definitely hadn’t been a mistake—but the way Micah was looking at him was making it impossible to concentrate on anything but giving him what he’d asked for. Zach wrapped his hand around Micah’s cock, loving the feel of it jerking in his grip and how it immediately started to swell even thicker.
He stroked it slowly, rubbing Micah’s taint with his other hand. Sliding a finger through Micah’s crease. Circling Micah’s entrance.
Teasing him.
Watching him.
Micah always sucked that pouty little lip into his mouth, holding his breath when he started to get really excited. It made Zach crazy. Especially when he couldn’t hold it anymore. Then the hot little panting breaths started, and Micah’s mouth would fall open… his eyes would drift half-closed… the pink flush of his arousal would spread everywhere.
It was the sexiest fucking thing Zach had ever seen.
Micah’s throat went taut as he lifted his head, watching as Zach touched him. Licking his lips. Nibbling. Panting. And then, finally, letting his head fall back as he gave up on seeing altogether.
Zach groaned, vividly remembering Micah blindfolding him.
It feels better with your eyes closed.
And Christ, the moaning.
Zach’s cock jerked against his stomach. Micah was right. It had been too damn long, and Zach needed to be inside him just as badly as Micah wanted him to be. He stopped teasing and p
ushed his finger in, all the way to his knuckle.
“Unnnnnnhhhhh.” Micah’s whole body arched upward as Zach breached him. “Zach… Zach… Zach… oh, God…I love it when you do that.”
“I know,” Zach said, crooking his finger to find Micah’s prostate. “And I fucking love doing it.”
“Oh my… God,” Micah whimpered, a gorgeous ripple moving through his body as Zach slid his finger in and out, stroking Micah’s cock in the same rhythm. “That… that… feels so good.”
Zach grinned, a fierce, hot kind of love rushing through him as he watched the pleasure play across Micah’s features… heard it in his breath… felt it in every quivering, clenching, pleading movement of his body.
Micah was his.
Zach had thought he’d lost him. Thought he’d have to give him up, or might not deserve him, or would have to face the rest of his life without him. But Micah had come to him. Forgiven him. Believed in him.
Micah was his unquenchable spark.
Zach would never get enough of him.
Never.
“It wasn’t a mistake.” Zach was too turned on to worry about whether he was making sense, too full of all the things that he hoped might last forever to keep the words from spilling out. “I woke up with a hangover and this tattoo a few years ago, and all I remembered was too much tequila and someone claiming it was my spirit animal. That it would be there when I needed it, by my side when I deserved it.”
“A drunk… tattoo? The bird?” Micah asked, his eyes cracking open as he made an effort to follow the conversation, even though Zach could see that he was starting to get lost in a haze of sex.
God, he was fucking gorgeous.
Zach pushed a second finger in, the delicious moan he got in return almost distracting him from what he’d wanted to say.
He’d been down in Tijuana at a hole-in-the-wall bar with Gabe. All he really remembered was an old guy with a fanatical light in his eyes and a hell of a lot of tequila, and when Zach had woken up with a tattoo on his ass, he’d decided just to be grateful that his drunken mistake was so easily concealed.
But it hadn’t been a mistake after all, had it?
“It’s not just a bird. It’s a sparrow.”
Micah’s eyes lit up with a beautiful glow that was more than just sex.
“But… that’s me.”
Musje. Little sparrow. Exactly what Zach had needed. Everything he hoped to deserve.
“Zach… please… please… oh, God. I need you.”
He didn’t even realize he’d moved until he felt Micah’s arms around him. Tasted Micah’s breath on his tongue. Felt Micah’s busy hands gripping his ass, pulling him in, and then—oh God oh fuck yes—his cock found its home. Pushed inside the tight heat that felt like it had been made just for him while he swallowed down the delicious moans and gasping breaths of the man he loved.
“Yes… please… this… more…”
He drove in hard and fast, every thrust forcing out another word that spurred him on. Micah’s hands dug into him, demanding that he go faster, get closer, give him everything.
Fucking heaven.
“Micah,” Zach gasped, pushing up onto his knees and yanking Micah’s legs over his shoulders. “Baby, look at me.”
Micah’s eyes snapped open, his hands flying over his head to brace against the headboard.
“I love you,” Zach said, thrusting deep.
“Nnnnnnnnng,” Micah moaned, his cock slapping against his stomach as Zach pounded into him. “I… I… I…”
“I love you,” Zach repeated, getting lost in the pale, perfect gaze that just blue would never be good enough to describe.
The one that Micah had given him, because he’d asked.
The one that Zach knew saw him—perfectly—no matter how imperfect Micah’s actual vision was.
It was fucking beautiful.
Zach never wanted to look away. He drove himself deep as the hot coil of need inside him wound tighter and tighter… as the sensual tension he could see building in Micah’s eyes wound around Zach, too… as he bent Micah in half and fucked him hard and felt his heart start to overflow with more than he’d ever expected to find.
“Jesus, Micah, I…”
…love you just wasn’t good enough. Love was like the color blue—it was what Zach felt, but it wasn’t enough to cover everything the spark had lit in his heart. To do justice to everything that burned inside him, bright and true and forever. He loved Micah with all the blues.
“Me, too,” Micah said, staring up at him as if he’d seen exactly what Zach hadn’t been able to find the words to say. “Zach… oh my God… me… too.”
And then those incredible eyes squeezed closed and Micah’s breath stuttered and his entire body tightened up… and he was coming. Spilling over his chest and calling out Zach’s name. Falling apart as Zach watched… as Zach fucked him through it… as Zach got caught up in the kaleidoscope of his fluttering breaths and his gasping moans and the pulsing, sensual pleasure that made up all the shades of Micah’s bliss and came, too. A huge, shuddering wave that rushed through him. That buoyed him up rather than emptying him out. That felt so good he never wanted it to end. Just like Micah’s love… wrapping around him, pulling him in, coloring his whole world until it was all he could see.
All he ever wanted to.
26
Micah
Precious’s tail swept from side to side, skimming across the floor as she sat next to the kitchen counter and watched Micah with her big, brown eyes. The ragged collar Zach had taken off her and the fact that she’d picked up on Micah’s “sit” command so quickly were evidence that she’d obviously had a home at one point, but her malnourished, painfully thin body was evidence that it had been a while. Micah knew Zach was planning on getting her checked for a microchip, but he was going to venture an educated guess that she wouldn’t have one.
“If I give you these eggs, you have to promise me that you will never, ever mention it to Sam,” Micah said, turning away from the stove to pin her with a stern look. “And you know this is a one-time thing. I’m only saying yes because Zach doesn’t have any dog food. I am not going to spoil you.”
She tipped her head to the side, her tail wagging a little faster.
Micah plucked a strip of bacon off the paper towel-covered plate next to the stove, tossing it to her while the eggs cooked. He grinned when she promptly snatched it out of the air. His aim may have left a little to be desired, but Precious’s catching ability more than made up for that.
“And I’m not going to let Zach spoil you, either,” he added, justifying the bacon just this once because, really, he had made too much for just him and Zach.
Cooking was totally not Micah’s strong suit, but even though he didn’t normally have all that much interest or patience for doing things in the kitchen, making breakfast for his boyfriend was actually fun. And the hope that Zach would like it was definitely more motivating when it came to figuring out the whole cooking thing than when Micah had just himself to feed.
He grinned, surveying the sort of decent-looking results of his efforts so far. YouTube how-to videos were the best.
Zach was normally an early riser, but when Micah had woken up to the soft sound of Precious whining on the other side of the bedroom door that morning, Zach hadn’t even stirred. Of course, they had stayed up pretty late… not to mention the couple of times they’d woken up during the middle of the night.
Micah sighed happily. Sex really was the best thing ever. Well, sex with Zach, at least.
Which, really, was the only sex Micah was interested in having.
Precious gave a low bark, looking at him hopefully, and he tossed her another piece of bacon. Oh, God. Was he turning into Sam? But he’d make sure Zach got her some healthy dog food later that day. He’d already started a list of things Precious would need, and he’d been pleasantly surprised after he’d taken her out to do her business that morning to find that she’d followed him right back
inside without needing any coaxing.
“Good morning, baby,” Zach said, the sexy morning rumble of his deep voice startling Micah into dropping the spatula on the floor.
Precious darted across the kitchen and snatched it up in a flash, the cheeky little monkey. Micah shook his head, giving her a firm “no” and holding his hand out expectantly. What he wanted to do was wrap himself around Zach and say good morning properly, but it would have to wait. He knew for sure that good dog training meant not letting her slide when it came to bad behavior.
Hopefully, his own minor bacon infraction wouldn’t ruin things between them.
Precious whined, and he clicked his tongue. She ducked her head, giving him the doggy equivalent of a sigh as she dropped the spatula onto his outstretched palm with a contrite look.
“Good girl,” he said, putting it in the sink and scratching her behind the ears. He grinned up at Zach. “And good morning. Did you see that? She’s doing so well. Do you have another spatula for the eggs, or should I wash that one?”
“You didn’t have to make breakfast, Micah,” Zach said, pulling a second spatula out and stealing a kiss before he handed it over. “I would have taken you out.”
“Precious needed to eat, too, though,” Micah said, feeling his face heat up about the people-food issue. Giving her that was a bad habit to get into, but, really, what choice had he had? “I just figured I could make enough for all of us? Although maybe I ended up with too much. I’m not that good at it yet, but I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.”
“It smells great, baby,” Zach said, wrapping his arms around Micah. “Thank you. And thank you for taking care of her this morning. I didn’t even hear you get up.”
“I guess you were tired,” Micah said, trying to hold back a grin.
“Mm-hmm. And who do we have to blame for that?” Zach teased, smiling in that hot, sexy way that always made Micah want to forget everything else and do his best to get Zach naked.
“Me?” he asked, trying really hard not to get turned on. A least, not too turned on. Precious needed breakfast first. “Maybe you just need to work on your stamina.”
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