“I want you inside of me,” he urged against the man’s lips.
“Here or in the bed?” Isaac blinked up at him.
“Here, I can’t wait.”
As quickly as he could manage, he rinsed the soap from their skin. His cock already thickening, hard.
“Let’s save that for when your ribs aren’t bruised.”
He pouted. “Fuck.” They were throbbing a bit.
“It’s okay, we have plenty of time,” Isaac promised and closed the distance between them. Isaac tore open a packet, rolled the condom on, and reached for the lube on the small shelf before slathering up his covered dick. Planting his hands on the tile, Isaac turned around and presented his ass.
Zane didn’t hesitate, he eased forward just as Isaac reached back and helped him align his dick at his entrance. He watched his cock disappear completely into Isaac’s body.
Oh fuck. Hot silk surrounded his dick and he couldn’t stop from rutting against Isaac’s ass. He slipped his hands along Isaac’s arms, then he linked their fingers. Leaning in so his chest touched against Isaac’s back, his knees bent so he could piston his cock into the man’s warmth.
Isaac bowed his head and groaned. Zane shoved deeper and roamed his mouth along Isaac’s shoulder and up his neck.
“So good. So fucking good,” Isaac moaned, lifting his head.
“Yes,” he agreed, panting, his breath harsh. Better than good, fucking mind-blowing.
The shower started to cool at his back and he had just enough mind to snap the water off.
The sudden silence amplified his heaving breath and stifling groans. Water trickled down the drain and dripped from the shower head.
Isaac panted and groaned, driving Zane crazy. He gripped both of Isaac’s hips and set up a hard pace.
“Fuck yeah.” Isaac widened his legs so he fit perfectly between them. He moaned when he went deeper than before. He hoped like hell he was hitting the same spot that Isaac had fingered inside of him.
“Oh yeah, right there!” Pressing his chest to the wall, Isaac widened his stance.
He took up Isaac’s silent invitation and hammered home. A pain pinched his ribs and his stride grew sporadic. He lost his rhythm several times due to the throb in his side. The newness of their lovemaking and the slap of wet skin kept him as hard as a hammer.
He wanted Isaac to lose control. Isaac hung his head, the top of his head pressed to the tile, and then gave a long shudder.
Zane leaned in and nipped, his teeth biting at Isaac’s shoulders before his lips trailed along the back of his neck.
Every shudder and clench of Isaac’s ass squeezed around his cock when the man released against the tile.
“Yes, yes.” Isaac spasmed, shuddering in his grip.
The feel of it all drove him over the edge and he curled forward and came hard. It was painful, but he didn’t fucking care. For several long moments, he stayed like that before sliding from Isaac’s body. Breathing hard, Isaac turned.
Reaching for him, he pulled Isaac close, his own chest heaving.
They had just enough hot water left to finish rinsing off.
Dried and laying beneath the blankets, he kept Isaac close to his side. Isaac rubbed his cheek against his chest and fell asleep like that.
Zane lay awake for a long time. His world had completely changed and he didn’t regret one second of it. It could have all been taken from him in a blink of an eye today.
He tightened his arm around Isaac and pressed a kiss to his head before drifting off.
Several hours later, the hot mouth surrounding his dick drew a groan from his throat. He sent his hips sleepily thrusting upward and then yelped.
“Was that a yelp?” Isaac popped off his dick.
“No. Keep going,” he complained.
Isaac laughed and took all of him into the back of his throat and sucked him hard. Strong hands caressed the inside of his thighs, pressing them apart. Fingers toyed with his balls, rolling them around just as a tongue swirled down the vein of his dick and he spasmed that fucking quick, his back bowed and he spilled every bit of come he had into Isaac’s mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned a few moments later.
“Good morning.”
He blinked sleepily down into Isaac’s face.
“Morning.”
Isaac
Not wanting to face the world right then, he burrowed closer into Zane’s uninjured side, but still remained careful of the man’s ribs.
“I can’t sleep any longer.”
“You’ve just been through something horrible, you should try.” He glanced toward the long, dark hotel curtains. A sliver of light swept through the crack between the drapes. He figured it was about nine in the morning or so.
“Can’t.” Zane sighed and scooted slowly up in the hotel bed, placing pillows behind his back.
He smiled and rolled from the bed, heading to the small coffee pot on the courtesy desk. Rummaging around in the organizer, he came up with two Colombian dark roast pods.
“Oh hey, Dillon told me you saw your mom.”
“Yeah.” Isaac filled up the container and leaned against the side of the desk.
“How’d that go?”
“I turned my back on her years ago.”
“But now?” The soft light in Zane’s eyes filled his chest with warmth.
“That’s a good question.”
He waited to fully answer until the coffee was done, and Zane didn’t pressure him. He brought Zane a coffee with creamer to the bed and a few minutes later, returned with one of his own.
“Now? I forgave her and I’m trying to forgive myself.” He carefully climbed back in bed.
“Yourself?” Zane frowned.
“For all the wasted years that I couldn’t forgive her. The crazy thing is, I barely remembered any of my childhood until I stepped back into that house.”
Zane reached out and cupped his cheek for a brief moment before dropping his hand to curl it around his cup. They sat like that sipping coffee for a few more moments.
“You’re not to blame,” Zane murmured.
“I know. I just wish I hadn’t forgotten so much.”
“I think that’s the brain trying to cope with tragedy,” Zane said.
“I think you’re right.”
“But going inside helped you remember?”
“It
