Belonging

by Alexa Land

  Zan stripped off his shirt, but kept his faded 501s on. His big erection was clearly outlined in the soft denim, and my cock throbbed at the sight of it. Even though he was rock-hard, Zan seemed to be in no hurry. He dipped a fingertip in the chocolate sauce, then trailed it down my stomach and around my navel before sliding his finger in my mouth. I sucked the chocolate off it, and then he slowly, methodically licked me clean. I moaned and writhed beneath him, grabbing the pillow I was laying on with both hands.

  Zan took his time, grinning at me as he lined up half a dozen raspberries in a trail down the center of my body. The message was clear, even though he didn’t say a word: hold still, or they’ll fall off. A tremor of anticipation went through me, which almost tipped them. Finally, he picked up a big strawberry, held it a few inches above my cock, and crushed it until its juices dripped onto my shaft. Another tremor went through me when I realized what he was up to. I was dying to feel his mouth on me, and the sensation of the juice running over my cock, especially the sensitive tip, was enough to make me moan.

  He set the remains of the berry aside and let me suck the juice from his fingers, which I did eagerly. He then slowly worked his way down me, eating the raspberries from my body and kissing and licking the spots where they’d been, one by one. My breath was fast and shallow as my cock twitched in anticipation. It was tough to hold still and not send the berries rolling off me.

  I was worried that I’d cum the moment he touched my cock. He seemed to anticipate that and just ran a series of quick, short licks up my shaft at first. Then he ran his tongue over my balls, making me moan again. When he moved even lower and explored the soft skin beneath them, it was all I could do to hold still.

  He went back to my cock, running just the tip of his tongue up my length, then quickly circling the swollen head. I was completely wild with need by that point and whispered, “Please, Alexzander.”

  His voice was low and gentle when he said, “Please what, Gianni? Tell me what you want.”

  “Please suck me. Oh God, please.” My body was shaking as my cock throbbed and twitched again, precum dripping onto my stomach.

  “All you had to do was ask, love,” he said, before swallowing me to the root and then dragging his lips all the way up to the tip. Sensation shot through me and I cried out, grasping the pillow.

  A couple minutes of that was all it took. I yelled and arched my body, and his arm went around my waist, holding me as my orgasm tore from me. I shot again and again as I writhed and bucked, and he rode it out, sucking me throughout all of that.

  He kept his lips wrapped around my cock as I came down with a series of jolts and aftershocks, only sliding off me when I was utterly spent. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t even move, but Zan knew this and asked nothing of me. He just cradled me until I stopped shaking.

  When I could finally form a rational thought, I looked into his eyes and he smiled at me. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “My pleasure, love.” He tenderly brushed my sweat-drenched hair back from my forehead.

  “What about you?” I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper. “You need to cum.”

  “I will. Just not right now.” Zan reached over me and pulled a soft chenille blanket off a rocking chair, covered me with it, and settled in comfortably. I rolled onto my side and burrowed into his arms.

  “Can’t fall asleep,” I murmured, trying to fight the exhaustion that had settled heavily on me. “It’s not fair. You need to have your turn.”

  “Sleep, love. I had my turn this morning, and I’ll have another one after you rest.” I would have argued, but I was out before I could manage it.

  *****

  I awoke with a start sometime later, my head on Zan’s chest. The lights were off in the treehouse, the room lit just with a few candles. He’d slipped out of his jeans at some point, and both of us were naked and snug under a couple warm blankets.

  When I looked up at him, he gave me the sweetest smile. “What time is it?” I murmured.

  “No idea. I’d guess it’s probably quite late, though.”

  “Did you sleep?”

  He nodded. “I just woke up a little while ago.”

  “I’m sorry about earlier.”

  “What are you apologizing for?”

  “I completely messed up. I fell asleep before you could fuck me, and I did it at a time when you were really aroused. I’ve never done that before, falling asleep after cumming, I mean. I feel terrible.”

  “Don’t. I was actually proud of myself for rendering you unconscious,” he said cheerfully. “I assumed that meant I did something right.”

  “Oh, you did all of that incredibly right. Still though, I hate the fact that you didn’t get to finish. Or even start, for that matter.”

  “Well, if I’m being honest, I’ll admit that I took care of business after you nodded off. Never fear, though. Despite that DIY, I’ll be more than ready for the next round whenever you are.”

  “You...oh,” I said. “Well, still, you shouldn’t have had to. Next time you go first, okay?”

  “Let’s set the bar high and aim for a simultaneous climax on our next go-round. I’m pretty sure that only happens in pornography, but I’m feeling giddily optimistic.”

  I chuckled at that. “Giddy optimism sounds like a good thing.”

  “Oh, it is. Reminds me of how I felt when I was about to lose my virginity.” He smiled and said, “Come to think of it, I’ve gone without for so long that I’m pretty sure my virginity has been reinstated by now. I have to say, I’m looking forward to giving it up to you.”

  That made me chuckle. I asked him, “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

  “I was far too young, we were just fifteen. Looking back, I’m surprised we even figured out what to put where. Both of us were hopelessly clueless.”

  “Who were you with?”

  “A lad named Sheldon Boyle. It’s not as dreadful as it sounds, he was really quite lovely.”

  “That really is young. Did you meet him at school?”

  “No, I never attended school. I was touring from the time I was six, so I always had private tutors.”

  “Oh, right. I knew that, but I’d forgotten.”

  Zan grinned at me. “Tillane trivia from that documentary you watched?”

  I grinned too. “Yup.”

  “I’ll have to rent that sometime,” he said, running his palm across my belly. “Be useful to know what sorts of half-truths and misconceptions you’re operating under.”

  “It wasn’t very in-depth. For example, there was no mention of Sheldon Boyle.”

  He grinned at that. “I should hope not.”

  Where’d you meet him, if not in school?”

  “Sheldon worked at a shop his parents owned, adjacent to a rehearsal hall in the west end where I practiced when not on the road. I always made excuses to pop over there after rehearsal. My mum thought I’d developed a fondness for the sweets in that shop, but really my fondness was for one sweet brunet.”

  “Whatever happened to Sheldon?”

  “No idea. We lost touch after he went to university. It had run its course by that point anyway.”

  “I see.”

  His expression became serious. “You called him your first boyfriend, that thirty-eight year old bloke you were involved with when you were seventeen. Was he the person who took your virginity?”

  “Yeah.” I chewed my lip for a moment, lowering my gaze, and finally said, “I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes when it comes to sex. I now fully realize he wasn’t the right person to give my virginity to, but you don’t really get a do-over when it comes to that. Here’s the thing, though. Maybe the first person you sleep with doesn’t really matter as much as we’ve all been led to believe. Maybe the only one that counts is the very last guy you sleep with, the person that’s so special and so incredibly right that you end up sleeping with him for the rest of your life. If that’s really what matters, then I still have a chance to do one thing ri
ght.”

  Zan pulled me to him and kissed me. As things began to heat up and he slid his thigh between mine, I murmured, “I should mention that I put some condoms and lube in the drawer of the credenza.”

  “You planned ahead,” he said before kissing my neck.

  I took a deep breath and blurted, “You don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

  He looked up at me. “Why would you say that?”

  “It’s just that...well, everyone’s always used condoms with me, and I was tested recently so I know I’m disease-free. I just...I wanted to give you something I’ve never given anyone before. It’s not as good as giving you my virginity, but it’s something.”

  “Why would you trust me that much,” he asked, “especially considering all the reckless things you know I’ve done?”

  “You told me you never caught anything. And let’s face it, there was plenty of time for you to become symptomatic if you were wrong and had actually ended up with an STD, given how long you were celibate.”

  “I was tested, too, back when I still saw doctors. But how do you know I’m not lying to you? Someone with my sexual history would normally be a huge gamble.”

  “You wouldn’t lie to me,” I said, interlacing my fingers with his. “You just wouldn’t.”

  “You’re right, but I have no idea how you can be so certain.”

  “I’ve been sure of you since the moment you kissed me, Zan. Maybe that sounds naïve, but I don’t care. You’d never do anything to harm me, and that goes both ways. I’d never lie to you or do anything to hurt you either. Not in a million years.” His response to that was a kiss so passionate that every part of me ignited. As he clutched me to him, I grabbed his ass and rocked my hips, rubbing against his cock, and he moaned before lightly biting my shoulder.

  Zan became wild with desire. His hands and mouth were all over my body, as if he was trying to experience every bit of me at once. I got up and rushed to the credenza on shaky legs, pulling open a drawer and grabbing the lube. He was right behind me, spinning me around and pushing my back to the wall. I squirted some lube into my palm and tossed the bottle aside, then slicked his swollen cock.

  I hooked my leg around his thigh as he pushed into me, stretching me with his thickness. As he bottomed out in me, his body pressed to mine, he kissed me with raw hunger. I held on to his shoulders and wrapped my other leg around his hips. Zan started absolutely pounding me and I yelled in pure ecstasy as I clung to him and rode that big cock, using the wall for leverage to drive myself up and down on him.

  Zan threw his head back and yelled, too. It was wild and primal, with absolutely no concern for anyone overhearing us. His big hands grasped my waist and he took me harder still, claiming my body with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Zan,” I blurted as I started to cum, my cock rubbing between our bellies as he ground against my pleasure spot.

  I held on tight, moaning as my orgasm shook me. When I closed my eyes, he said, his voice low, “Look at me, Gianni.”

  I did as I was told, resting the back of my head against the wall as I met his gaze. His eyes were black, the pupils fully dilated. He looked wild and stunningly gorgeous, his skin flushed, his dark hair spilling around his bare shoulders. When he started to cum in me, he cried out, driving into me forcefully. The connection between us was absolutely intense, and Zan filled my senses. My head swam, my fingers digging into his skin. It felt as if holding on to him was all that was keeping me together.

  He shot into me again and again, and it was a long time before his thrusts slowed. When he stilled in me, his body shook in my arms. With the last of his strength, he swung me around and laid me on my back on the pillows, his cock sliding from me as he did that. He rested on top of me, most of his weight supported by his knees and elbows, and then pushed his softening cock inside me again and just held it there. When I smiled at him, he murmured, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

  His hair hung over his right shoulder, creating a curtain beside us. I reached up and tucked a stray strand behind his left ear, then let my fingertips trace the line of his cheekbone. “Right back at you.”

  “Are you alright? I didn’t intend to be that rough.”

  “Please don’t ever hold back with me. That was incredibly perfect.”

  He smiled at that, then leaned down and kissed me. When he shifted a little, his cock slid from my body and he murmured, “Damn. I would have liked to stay in you forever.”

  “Alternatively, you can just fuck me again any time you want to.”

  His smile got wider. “Careful there, love. That could be far too tempting an offer for a man who’d been celibate most of this century.”

  “Wow, that’s actually true. I have no idea how you managed.”

  “Honestly, it wasn’t that bad until you came along,” he said. “I’d adapted to being alone and to being celibate, in part because there were so few reminders of what I was missing. As soon as I met you though, that all went straight to hell.”

  He rolled onto his side and I went with him, draping my leg over his. “Sorry to throw a wrench in the works,” I said as he pulled a blanket over us and I nestled in his arms.

  “Meeting you was the best thing that could have happened to me,” he said as he settled in comfortably. “I was stuck before you came along, like the Tin Man, rusted in place.”

  I smiled and told him, “With that analogy, apparently I came along and oiled you up.”

  That made him grin. “More lubed than oiled, as it turns out.”

  “That works, too.”

  He grew serious and kissed me, then murmured, “You saved my life, Gianni.” He didn’t seem to realize that he’d saved mine, too.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “So, how’s the hostage situation this morning?” Yosh asked. I was at the kitchen table and we were Skyping on Jessie’s laptop. Mine was being retrieved from the airport by my brother Vincent, along with everything else I’d packed for New York. After I’d contacted the airline, my luggage has been sent back to San Francisco.

  “Same as yesterday. Reporters and the paparazzi are nothing if not relentless.” I took a sip of tea and glanced at the muted television in a corner of the kitchen. The total lack of activity on our part had dissuaded the TV stations from continuing to broadcast live footage of the house. But more and more fans kept arriving, driving in from all over the place, and that pilgrimage had become the top story.

  When the huge crowd overflowed the little park down the street and started blocking traffic, the police had dispersed them. They’d started congregating in Golden Gate Park instead, which the police were opposed to at first, but then they’d decided to allow it, as long as it remained peaceful. So far, it had been.

  “So where’s your incredibly famous boyfriend?” Yosh asked, leaning back in his chair. He was in the little office at the back of his tattoo studio.

  I grinned and told him, “He’s not my boyfriend yet. We’ve only had one date so far, last night in the treehouse. And at the moment, he’s upstairs in my bathroom taking a shower.”

  Yosh shook his head. “A date in the treehouse. That’s too cute for words.”

  “Well, it wasn’t like we could go to the movies, or a restaurant, or anyplace at all for that matter.”

  “Yeah, good point. You know, I can’t get my head around the fact that my best friend is famous, literally overnight!”

  “I have to say, I really don’t understand the whole fame thing. I mean, you and I have known a few famous individuals, including He Who Shall Not be Named, and they’re just regular people. Why is everyone so damn fascinated with so-called celebrities, just because they act, or sing, or in my case, do absolutely nothing at all but land in the public eye anyway?”

  “I really have no idea. But they are fascinated, and right now you and your almost-boyfriend are all anyone can talk about.”

  Zan came into the kitchen just then. His hair was damp, he was barefoot as usual, and he
was wearing one of my t-shirts and an old pair of my jeans, which were loose on me but fit him like a glove. When he sat down in front of the laptop with me and kissed my cheek, Yosh exclaimed, “Oh man. If you wear that shirt when you finally break down and talk to the media, I’ll love you for freaking ever.” The black t-shirt was one Yosh had given me, and it had the name of his tattoo studio printed on the front in white letters.

  The shirt hugged Zan’s broad shoulders and chest in a way I found incredibly distracting. It took me a moment to tear my eyes off him and make some introductions. “Zan Tillane, I’d like you to virtually meet my best friend, Yoshiro Miyazaki. Yosh, Zan.”

  “A pleasure,” Zan said.

  “Likewise. Well, listen, I hate to meet and run, but I have to open up the studio. I have a client arriving in a couple minutes. You two take care, and let me know if there’s anything I can do for you from this side of the crazy zone.”

  “That reminds me, thanks for the groceries and various items you brought over for me,” Zan told him. “That was much appreciated.”

  “It was no problem. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

  We said our goodbyes, and when we disconnected, I turned to Zan and smiled at him. “Hi.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, then said, “Hi yourself.” He kissed me once more, and it turned into a bit of a makeout session.

  “Get a treehouse, you two,” Jessie said as he came into the kitchen.

  “Sorry, we were just—”

  Jessie interrupted me. “Oh, I know what you were doing, and I heartily approve.” He sat down across from us and said, “I want to ask you something, Zan. Do you have any plans to speak to the media, and if so, is there a reporter you like that you’ve been thinking about giving the story to?”

  “I really do need to give an interview,” Zan said. “Once I do that, some of the insanity around my reappearance might start to die down. I don’t have a fondness for any reporters in particular, though.”