Every Breath You Take

by Robert Winter

  “You’re into watches?” Thomas asked. He raised his wrist to let Zachary have a better look at the heavy device.

  “Mainly by osmosis. My father has a watch fetish, so he talks about them constantly. His pride and joy is a Citizen Skyhawk he found on eBay and bought himself for his fiftieth birthday.” Zachary forced himself to shut up before he said something stupid about his father not being able to afford the kinds of watches he really lusted for—watches like the gorgeous and expensive timepiece on Thomas’s wrist. He focused on the thick wrist under the watch with its dusting of dark hair.

  Not helping with the half chub.

  Thomas lowered his arm back to the bar. “Can I get you another drink?” he asked, but Zachary shook his head.

  “I’m already saying things I’m going to regret. I can’t imagine what I’d do with another seven and seven in me.”

  “Hmm… then is there anything else you’d like?” Thomas asked, a slight smile curving his beautiful mouth as he curled the hand on Zachary’s waist farther around his tight abs.

  Zachary’s eyes went wide. No WAY. Then immediately, Oh God, yes. He swallowed hard and tried to say calmly, as though handsome men picked him up all the time, “I can think of something I want very much.”

  Thomas touched his lips to Zachary’s ear and murmured, “Then how about we say good night to Joe and Terry and get out of here?”

  Zachary inhaled sharply. He was letting himself get picked up in a bar by a man he’d just met and agreeing to go off with him.

  Does this seem like me? Or the me I want to become?

  He imagined what his parents would say if they knew, but he decided that was a matter for some other time. For some reason he trusted Thomas completely. There was something in his manner that made Zachary feel desirable and brave. He decided to let his nerves go and see where the attraction would lead.

  Even with that permission to himself, though, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Really, Thomas? You’re so far out of my league that we should be in different sports altogether. Or something. Analogies aren’t really my forte.”

  Thomas ran his fingers up and down Zachary’s side. “Don’t sell yourself short, pretty boy. I can think of a lot of games I’d like to play with you on my team.”

  Zachary bit his lip, afraid to speak further for fear of sounding so dumb that Thomas might change his mind. Thomas got Joe’s attention, and Joe rushed over, arms outstretched, to grab Zachary in a bone-crushing hug.

  Joe was obviously feeling the effects of several cocktails as he exclaimed, “Dear heart, I’m delighted we’ve met and that you are our sort of person.” Joe pressed a card into Zachary’s hand as he stepped back. “Now this is my phone number. I insist that you join Terry and me for brunch soon, all right? Please call during the week, and we’ll set a place and time.” Zachary grinned and nodded. Then he leaned over and kissed Joe on the cheek. Terry shook his hand and hugged Thomas as well.

  “Have a good night. Be careful when you leave, though,” Terry warned. “You heard about the poor kid that got killed last week just a few blocks away, right?”

  Thomas said, “I only heard someone was killed, but none of the details. Was it a gay bashing?”

  Randy had come up behind them at the bar. He said, “The police aren’t sure. I’ve been following the story on some of the local blogs, but there aren’t a lot of details, not even a name. It sounded brutal, though.”

  Zachary shivered, and Thomas put an arm around his waist again. “There are two of us. We’ll be fine,” he said.

  They caught a cab on P Street, and Thomas held the door open for Zachary. As they settled into the backseat, Thomas asked, “Is my place okay with you?”

  Zachary nodded, and Thomas gave the driver an address on H Street. Then he settled back and took Zachary’s hand in his. With his other hand, he traced a fingertip over Zachary’s wrist and then ran it down the side of his thumb. Zachary inhaled sharply at the gentle, intimate touch and went hard again in an instant. Thomas smiled at him, and his blue eyes smoldered as he leaned in to kiss Zachary for the first time.

  The press of his lips was like warm velvet, and Zachary yielded instantly as Thomas slipped his tongue inside to caress his. The kiss didn’t last long, but as he leaned back, inches from Zachary, Thomas murmured, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you looking at me in the bar.”

  Zachary put his head on Thomas’s shoulder. “I hope I’m not dreaming this in some alcohol-induced stupor.”

  Thomas chucked quietly. “You’re awake, and if I get my way, you’ll be awake for a lot longer.”

  “How far away is your place?” Zachary asked breathlessly.

  “Not far. Tell me if you want to slow this down,” Thomas said. Then he whispered in Zachary’s ear, “But I hope you don’t want to go slow.”

  Zachary reached out, ran his hand up the leg of Thomas’s jeans, and trembled slightly as he found a thick bulge and felt Thomas’s cock stir beneath black denim. The hard flesh under his hand gave Zachary the guts to whisper back, “Not the first time, at least. Maybe we’ll slow down for the second round.” Thomas chuckled and kissed him again, more deeply, until the cab pulled to a stop.

  He adjusted himself discreetly as he climbed out of the cab. They had alighted in front of a modern building. Lots of glass and chrome shone in the reflected streetlight. The lowest level of the building seemed to be filled with high-end stores—Ferragamo, Louis Vuitton, as well as other names Zachary didn’t recognize. Thomas held open the door to the building, and they stepped into a large, elegant lobby lined in white marble. Thomas nodded to the concierge and led Zachary to an elevator, which took them to a top-floor apartment.

  Once inside Thomas pressed a switch. Low lighting filled the space, but Zachary didn’t even have time to take in the details before Thomas helped him out of his coat, threw his own on a chair, and led Zachary down a hallway.

  Chapter 3

  AS THOMAS led the way to the bedroom, he was surprised at his own eagerness. He’d had no plans to bring anyone home from the bar, but Zachary felt natural and right.

  From the moment Thomas caught sight of him at Mata Hari—his warm, wide-set brown eyes looking at him from the end of the bar, the wind-tousled, light-colored hair curling around his ears and near his neck, that beautiful face, wide shoulders, and narrow waist, his long and surprisingly thick fingers—Thomas was drawn to Zachary. Of course he looked young and inexperienced, but when Thomas asked Randy and it turned out he was twenty-seven, Thomas gave himself permission to explore the attraction. It took no more than pointing Joe toward Zachary, where he stood alone by the piano with his drink, and Joe was off like a shot to bring him over.

  In Thomas’s mind Joe was the ultimate litmus test. Anyone too hung up on himself to accept Joe’s kindness at face value, or egotistical enough to think Joe was trying to pick him up, wasn’t worth knowing. Zachary passed that test with flying colors and seemed not only happy to have met Joe, but also able to understand how special Joe really was. Combine good looks with that generosity of spirit, wit, and intelligence, a bit of sass for Randy—who could be intimidating as hell—and Thomas decided Zachary was someone he wanted to know better.

  Of course the sex was strictly a one-time thing, but Zachary had the potential to become a friend afterward. Friendship was all Thomas could offer, thanks to Charles fucking Rumson, but friends were much harder to find than bed partners, anyway. Even after just a couple of hours of talk in the bar, he hoped Zachary would be one of those very few who lasted beyond the sex.

  Thomas felt guilty, though, even as he drew Zachary into his bedroom. He realized he’d broken his own rule by bringing a man home without making clear that he let no one stay the night, he didn’t date, and he didn’t fuck anyone twice. It was a point of pride that he always warned his partners for the evening to steer away those who fantasized about something emotional and to avoid complications once they’d found their pleasure together.

  Why
didn’t I warn Zachary?

  He wasn’t sure, unless…. Could it be he was unwilling to scare Zachary off until they’d had a night together? Perhaps, but if so, that streak of selfishness troubled him. Nevertheless, he decided not to ruin the moment by bringing it up.

  In the bedroom Thomas quieted his mind as he turned on the low bedside lamps. He liked just enough light to keep the mood intimate while allowing him to see the body and face of the night’s partner. His bedroom shades were open to reveal a stunning view of the Capitol dome, all lit up and glorious, but Zachary didn’t seem to notice. He had eyes only for Thomas, who unbuttoned Zachary’s oxford shirt while they kissed again. Their tongues stroked each other as he spread the shirt open, pushed it off Zachary’s shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.

  Thomas broke the kiss to admire Zachary’s broad shoulders and long, lean muscles. His torso was winter pale and nearly hairless, and his nipples showed in relief as wide circles of brown against his marvelously smooth skin. Thomas gave in to the tingling sensation in his hands, which ached to stroke over lovely skin. He ran his fingertips lightly along Zachary’s neck and his chest and then down to his narrow waist. Zachary’s nipples pebbled around the edges as the nubs firmed like small erasers.

  “You have a beautiful body, Zachary. Are you a swimmer?” Thomas asked in a low voice.

  Zachary nodded. “Yes, for most of my life. I swam competitively in college, but I keep it up now.” He licked his lips, and his hands twitched. “Is it all right if I touch you?”

  “I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t.”

  Thomas pulled his own shirt off and enjoyed Zachary’s intake of breath in reaction to his body. Thomas worked out hard and knew the results were good. He was used to compliments, to the point they no longer did anything for him. But there was something in Zachary’s expression that went beyond mere admiration and was almost… predatory as he ran his eyes over Thomas’s body. That look made his cock thicken in his pants again. He was always the one in charge, the one to set the pace, but there was something about that look that made Thomas wonder what it would be like to be the prey instead of the hunter.

  But that wouldn’t do—not in the short time they’d have together. Zachary leaned forward but hesitated, his desire clearly at war with his caution. Thomas murmured, “Don’t be nervous. I want this as much as you do.”

  He took Zachary’s hand and pressed it to his own chest to stroke his nipple with the fingers of that hand. Zachary swallowed hard and then took over. He squeezed tightly and rolled the nipple between his fingers as he came in for another kiss, more passionate than nervous. Thomas opened for Zachary’s tongue and felt it slip into his mouth as Zachary’s confidence grew and they caressed each other’s bodies. He could feel Zachary’s erection against his thigh, and he was so hard himself that he thought he might injure his dick if he didn’t get it freed soon. So he broke the kiss again and stepped back to unfasten Zachary’s belt. Zachary kicked his shoes to the side and pulled off his pants. Thomas did the same and then reached one hand into his own black briefs to grasp his throbbing cock.

  “What do you want, Zachary?” he asked, letting his eyes smolder. “Tell me. Let me make you feel good.” Zachary looked down at Thomas’s hand inside his briefs and reached out to tug off Thomas’s underwear. He lowered himself slowly to his knees and focused his eyes on Thomas’s erection.

  “God, that’s a perfect dick. Will you put it in my mouth?” Zachary asked as he raised his eyes up to Thomas’s face and opened his jaw wide.

  Thomas gripped the base of his thick cock, ran the head around Zachary’s lips, and left silver threads from the moisture leaking out of the slit. Then he moved his hips forward and slipped into the warm, wet mouth on offer. Zachary kept his gaze on Thomas’s face as he sucked gently. He ran his hands up Thomas’s thighs while he bobbed his head and took Thomas deeper and deeper into his mouth each time. Zachary swirled his tongue over the head and into the slit. Then he opened his jaw wider and swallowed the entire cock all the way into his throat.

  “Shit, you’re talented,” Thomas swore under his breath. “Suck me. Yeah, like that,” he pleaded as he rocked his hips slightly. Not many people could handle Thomas’s girth the way Zachary just inhaled him, worked his tight throat muscles around the sensitive head, and brought Thomas toward climax too soon. He watched his dick disappear into Zachary’s mouth and then slip back into sight, all wet and glistening in the low light. Zachary’s lips stretched around the thick tube of flesh, and his tongue rasped lightly against its lower side as he moved his head forward and back to take the dick into his throat each time.

  It almost killed Thomas, but he gently withdrew from Zachary’s mouth and whispered, “No way I’m going to come this soon. I want to see your cock.” He tugged Zachary to his feet and slid his hands down Zachary’s waist to push his boxer briefs to the ground.

  Zachary’s long, slim erection was revealed, and as Thomas took it in his hand, he said admiringly, “Now that’s a prize at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box.” He stroked the smooth, velvety flesh.

  Zachary grinned and thrust his hips so he moved in Thomas’s hand. “I’m glad you like my dick,” he murmured. “I like what you’re doing with it.”

  Thomas kissed him again and smiled against Zachary’s lips. “Would you like to feel my mouth on this beautiful piece of meat?”

  “God yes,” Zachary sighed, and Thomas maneuvered them to the bed. He pushed Zachary down so he was stretched across the comforter and then climbed between his thighs and guided his dick into his mouth. Zachary groaned as Thomas tightened his lips below the head and sucked on it. Zachary bucked his hips and shuddered. His muscles tensing, he put one hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “I’m so turned on. I’m afraid I’m going to come too fast.”

  Thomas lifted his head off Zachary’s dick but encircled the shaft and ran his hand up and down the warm flesh in a twisting motion as he asked, “Do you want to come this way? Or maybe you’d like to get fucked.”

  Zachary gasped, and his cock jerked in Thomas’s hand. “Holy shit. Just the thought of you inside me—”

  “Good. I want that too.” He flattened his tongue and licked all around the head of Zachary’s dick to clean off the precome that welled up. Then he retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand, placed the condom in Zachary’s hand, and positioned his body to give him access to his cock while he returned to licking Zachary like an ice cream cone.

  He poured some lube on his hand and rubbed small circles around Zachary’s hole. Then he took Zachary’s big dick back into his mouth and worked it, guided by the groans he was evoking. Zachary was loud and responsive, which Thomas appreciated in a bed partner.

  Zachary’s hole spasmed as Thomas slipped one finger inside his ass. He felt Zachary lick up the length of his cock again, then roll a condom over his shaft, take the bottle of lube from Thomas, and coat the sheathed erection. Thomas added a second finger.

  Zachary gasped, “Oh shit, Thomas. You’re gonna make me come. Please. I want to feel you slide into me.”

  Thomas squeezed the base of Zachary’s cock tightly to delay his orgasm as he repositioned himself between Zachary’s smooth, warm thighs. Zachary lifted his legs onto Thomas’s shoulders, and Thomas moved forward until the shaft of his cock slipped along the crease of Zachary’s ass. He smiled at the handsome young man sprawled beneath him, all wanton and yearning.

  “You’re a wonderful surprise, Zachary,” he murmured. “I had an intuition that we’d be good together, but I didn’t suspect you’d be quite this free.” He grasped his gloved shaft and rubbed the head in circles around Zachary’s rim. “You really turn me on.”

  Zachary threw his head back and shut his eyes as he thrust his hips to try to capture Thomas’s cock and moaned, “You’re killing me, Thomas. Fuck me. Oh God, just fuck me.”

  Thomas stopped his tease and positioned the thick head of his cock against Zachary’s opening. He applied pressure as he leaned f
orward, and he almost sighed as the head slid inside Zachary as smooth as silk. Most men resisted his size, but Zachary was so worked up that he seemed to draw Thomas in.

  Zachary groaned again, and then his eyes were open and intent on Thomas’s as he said hoarsely, “That feels fucking amazing. You’re so damn thick. I want it inside me—all of it. Please, Thomas.”

  “You got it, Zach,” Thomas said through clenched teeth. Then he pushed steadily until his cock was fully inside and his balls rested against Zach’s upturned ass.

  Wait, when did he become Zach to me?

  Never mind. He’d think about it later. “God, you feel good,” he moaned and pulled back so he could thrust forward again. Zach clenched his muscles to milk Thomas’s cock as he withdrew. “Jesus, that’s hot.” He stretched Zach’s thighs farther back so they could kiss as they fucked.

  Zach surprised him by using his teeth to capture Thomas’s tongue gently, and that sent a surge of pleasure all the way down to his cock. The mischief in Zach’s eyes was enchanting as he compelled Thomas to keep his head still even as he rocked his hips. Zach’s long, hard dick was pressed between their bodies, and wetness from the tip smeared his belly. Zach reached up with one hand, found Thomas’s nipple, and squeezed and tugged on it in time with Thomas’s thrusts inside him to egg him on to fuck faster and harder. Even though Thomas was on top, Zach seemed to be in charge, and he pulled Thomas forward as he guided him toward a beautiful orgasm. That was as unexpected as it was new to Thomas, and it spurred him on to greater effort. He flexed his cock as he thrust upward with his hips and was delighted to see Zach’s eyes roll back.

  Zach released the tongue between his teeth to gasp, “Shit, Thomas. I can’t hold off. Oh shit, oh shit,” and then his cock shot what seemed to be a gallon of come up his chest so it splattered against his chin, the pillows, and even the headboard behind him.

  “Fuck,” Thomas cursed as his orgasm hit too and he felt his load empty into the rubber. He was pressed so deeply inside Zach that he was almost afraid he’d puncture an internal organ. “Ah, Zach, that’s too good,” he cried out as wave after wave of his orgasm washed over him and out his dick. Zach’s eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, and the glow of pleasure on his face warmed Thomas to the core.